Talk:Prometheus Corporation Naval Fleet/@comment-17969412-20161020022342

Central Prometheus Command Center

It didn't take long until the messages start to arrive. Slowly but surely, a flurry of messages, originating from the CCCP, slowly overwhelmed the command center. It took a very, very high-ranking member of the PRK to quiet the chatter and speak to them directly...Mikhail Degtyaryov himself.

"This is to Prometheus command! We require some...assistance with destroying the Reich."

James Bloodridge saw the message and cupped his mouth to avoid his slight laugh from being heard. How on Earth can the CCCP have so much difficulty destroying such a tiny navy?

"...You see...the German cowards have been...quiet throughout the fronts, as if they are screening for someone's arrival. This can only mean one thing..."

Bloodridge's smile nigh-instantly faded away. "...You are asking us...to counter Ceres...?"

"...If it comes to this...yes."

"...What is the price for guaranteeing such high orders? Prometheus is certainly not expendable mercenaries that you hire at your own discretion. Tell me...or I will waive this message off as a joke."

"The United Kingdom."

"...You are willing...to give us...a plot of land on Earth for the corporation?"

"Yes. Desperate times must call for desperate measures."

"Very well. Consider this agreement justified, but if the UAC doesn't attack, I will take this land from you. You know that Prometheus does not take threats lightly."

The transmission closed. Bloodridge sat, contemplating his decision.

''The UAC are cowards, and will not lightly invade at all. No way in hell that they will go out of their way to help a nation that has been openly hostile to them for several years, at this point. This is practically free influence on Earth, in which we can expand our influence.''

Bloodridge called his advisor over.

"...Ready the fleet. The CCCP is no more of an impediment to our plans as the entirety of the UNSC...but this has become an intriguing opportunity for all of us in this Corporation. Claims on the Old World. Perhaps...all of our plans are coming into motion..."

OOC: COUNTER-TRIGGERS FOR TRIGGERS.