Night City Legend Chapter 12 Alt POV

More than one person had suprised reactions, more than a few were beyond suprised to say the least. But Saburo Arasaka was many things if not adaptable.

"A space elevator... A working space elevator that was put up in but minutes through some form of unknown technology." Saburo enunciated slowly as he looked over the silent board members.

"Already, in the half an hour you all took to get to this meeting. The owner's of that space elevator has created a space station held above the peak of the space elevator via magnetic locks... Technology that to say nothing of Arasaka, but even Vault Tech is completely lacking."

There was a pause as Saburo's old hands that were on the fossilized wood table began slowly tapping in a rythm. And all the board members stiffened at the sight. Knowing all too well, that if Saburo wasn't sitting recpectfully with his hands burrowed in his robes.

That he was considering... Very abrupt movements. And abrupt movements from the emperor of the Arasaka corporation tended to leave alot of bodies and a large mess.

"Lord Arasaka, our drones haven't inspected the site of the space elevator, they are using emp pulses to block the operation of the drones. And there is a haze of controlled radiation that is blocking off camera and video feed of the facility." A board member reported quietly.

And in turn Saburo was quiet for a long moment, clearly considering countless deals, busines movements, points of pressure, or just modes of attack he could use to take control of the Space Elevator. 

As one of Arasaka's largest expenses currently was the moon colony itself. Sure it had it's value in being a soveriegn state that answered effectively to no one so that... Difficult and questionable research could be done on the surface without scrutiny.

But it's large population that lived on the moon colony, free of the rampant Ai's and horrible programs that roamed the Net past the Black Wall, was also a very heavy expense.

And if that Space Elevator could be used just to move materials up past the atmosphere and into zero gravity? That would easily save the Arasaka company billions of Eurodollars each year should they be able to use the Space Elevator.

"Not only is the facility completely cut off from the Net, which means its a clear blacksite. But the property has only been recently purchased by a new LLC called YoRHa Solutions, so either it's a shell company or an actual new player in the game." Another board member reported.

Saburo hummed and then he spoke quietly. "Every few years, there are men who are truly a cut above the rest. Most of the time, they are men of just violence. Adam Smasher, Frank Horrigan, HUNK."

"But there are men, men who can change the world through science and engineering. Such as the genius and gene crafted works of art of the Wesker and Spencer Families. The scientists of Big Mountain, that bastard Bartmoss, and now... A new prodigy has come out."

There was a pause as clearly several board members looked sceptical to say the least... But none of them dared to gainsay the man who had lived close to a hundred and sixety years at this point.

Saburo snorted and then coughed into his elegant robe's sleeve that cost more than a dozen men made in their lifetimes. "Bah! Would Arasaka be anything without the Arasaka family? No it woudn't be! Would the Umbrella corporation corner all of the medical, most of the food, and more than half of the bioimplant industry without the Wesker and Specer family's?" 

He shook his head and spat out with a grim smile. "No. If it was just a team of mediorce scientists working paycheck to paycheck... Such technology would have long been leaked out. The scientists of the various corporations know the game now."

There was a pause before the director of the Aquisitions department asked bluntly. "Lord Arasaka, should we send a delegation to inquire use of the Space Elevator then... And should we send Adam Smasher with them?"

Saburo was silent for a moment before he said slowly. "No... Diplomancy in a velvet gloved fist is to be the answer to this. Should the Space Elevator be destroyed by the creator, then all would be lost regardless."

He looked across the table towards a woman wearing a western business suit and he said proudly. "My daughter, Hanako, you go with Goro and Sandayu Oda as bodyguards to the creator of the Space Elevator and broker a deal with him."

Hanako Arasaka, close to being in her eighties only looked like she was in her late thirties maybe earily forties stood up and bowed to her father and as she stood up she said regally.

"Yes father, I will do so now." 

Though, Goro Takemura gave the CEO a concerned look, as he was actually the head of Saburo's own security detail. But Saburo seeing his clear concern just shook his head telling the man to obey.

And then Saburo himself stood up regally with him looking over at the board members and saying with a frown.

"Do not think I have forgotten the true reason I have come to this terrible city. I want the Sewer War's with Vault Tech, and Umbrella wrapped up with the Spencer family's gene rejuvenation formulas! You have two weeks to deliver lest I believe the board of directors are in need of... Restructuring."

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Across the New United States of America, buried within the mountains of the Appalachian Mountain's, a massive room filled with large bio tanks that were thankfully covered up by the fog of their cryostasis obscuring their contents.

A young woman with completely black eye's with no other color hummed in thought as she played with a tablet that contained the latest report sent to her. "Interesting... Not too useful beyond more ease in possibly sending up a microbial rocket load of a weapon. But a Space Elevator no matter the advancement for humanity, isn't too important for Umbrella."

A deep but suave male voice spoke then. "Even still, it being based here in NUSA means it's more open to us... Though Militech and Vault Tech will likely make a move on to take it over regardless." 

The woman turned a look onto the other man and said quietly. "Space has little to do with Umbrella's goal of the ascencion of humanity. Hence our trials of our bioweapons in Night City, and speaking of which... I have heard rumors that Frank Horrigan has been causing you trouble Albert."

Albert Wesker scowled slightly before he said in a calm voice. "That abomination who went down the wrong track of evolution is merely a wrecking bull. He is good at taking apart bioweapons yes, but the real issue is the Death Claw squads he has tamed and armored."

The head of the Wesker families half of the Umbrella corporation and leader of the Corporation's militant arm. Shook his head and looked at the woman and said coldly. "Our bioweapons are powerful yes, but our true masterpieces in creations like you Eveline that are far more intelligent are few and far between. And frankly better used elsewhere then open combat."

The carrier of the Black Mold super mold bioweapon and gestalt conciousness gave a slight hum of amuesment that made the air vibrate before she said calmly. "So you say, but either way. I have no interest, and neither with your sister Alex Spencer. Now begone from my lab Albert, I have even less interest in playing your games when I am busy as you well know."

There was a pause as Albert's eye's turned yellow and slitted before he said quietly. "I do hope you aren't still considering war with Miranda... That would go poorly for you, and Umbrella will not support a bioweapon war that could destroy humanity due to a daughter feeling neglected by her mother."

Eveline's coal black eye's laid on Wesker and in the background two weaponized bioweapons readied for the other to make a move. Then Eveline said with a voice that was no different from a knife on gliding on silk. "So you say... But you would know all about parental issues woudn't you. We all do, seeing as we are clones and abominations made in an laboratory."

Albert Wesker's leather gloved fists audibly crunched as the leather stretched. With Eveline remaining silent as the man put back on his sun glasses before he turned on his heel and left.