Lochton and the ASAP are a good bunch to be around, especially with the ongoing campaign in Northrend I had the pleasure of having some fun and interesting roleplaying interactions with the Director himself. If you’re looking for an Alliance guild with a unique shtick look no further than the ASAP!
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Administrative Field Report (AFR):
Director’s note: Alas, my trusted pocketbook fell victim to a foe as fierce as the darkness itself. Due to a leaky valve found during a Steam Tank maintenance check, my notes have sadly been ruined. I will attempt to restore what of them I can - primary note, Gnomish Air Corps owes me a favor, or a cold-weather copter.
Recruitment: I have had the pleasure of filling out two contracts for the ASAP during my deployment in Northrend under the command of Ms. Jelria Blastcog. The two new members seem to come from various backgrounds. One having combat mending experience, Ms. Vera Sykes, assigned to become the ASAP Medic and Salvager - the other, was requested by correspondence. Mr. Brown has shown paperwork on previous experience in the trade, and should thus prove a valuable asset as a Salvager with the ASAP.
Recommendations: The Gnomish Air Corps has proven a valuable sparring partner during this endevour. I have had pleasant relations with their unit in the combination of retreival of supplies, as well as trades for parts and maintenance.
Previous events during this assignment: We were originally based at Wintergarde Keep, a stronghold located in Dragonblight, Northrend. This keep seem to be a common mark for distress and should be taken into evaluation if to be reinforced, or relocated. After a rather few eventful days in this location, among them being a supply run in connection with the GAC, a further report may be found in the archive at a later time, as well as the defense of the stronghold itself and the village resting at its roots.
We then had to continue relocation to Westfall Encampment in Grizzly Hills as we made our chase clear that we were chasing members of a cult, and their leader, a member of the Scourge. Alas, we suffered great losses of materials and supplies as the encampment was assaulted by enemy forces - forcing us to relocate to Amberpine Lodge, where we settled in for further investigation.
Recently we were redeployed to Zul’drak, moving north in three different patterns. The Alliance Salvaging And Procurement assigned themselves to what could be a salvaging run at the lost encampment. Draenei members of the forces have set their task in clearing out the encampment so that the Alliance once more could take their seat. During this battle we saw what would be considered unwanted behavior from our side - later clarified that this was apparently due to a reorganization of a unit, leaving us at a loss during assault. With casualties, we secured the location, and brought a cart of salvaged supplies to the camp in Zul’drak.
Currently the events at Zul’drak is unfolding but we have yet not had the privilege of using our fullest toolset in this area as must items that could show value, was already cursed, or ruined.
Location: The Argent Stand, Zul’drak, Northrend.
Signed
Director Jeremy S. Lochton
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Director Jeremy S. Lochton has once more announced his arrival at the ‘Yard’ and will start recruitment by his arrival tomorrow.
Another web of supplies were slowly lifted up by a transport flying machine, and carried out to sea to meet a grand ship of the Alliance. Another beautiful craftmanship of Gnoish, Dwarvish and Human craft, softly swaying in the cold sea, welcoming each new net of salvaged and reuseable supplies from Zul’drak as each flying machine returns to the hull of the ship. Cannons for safety measure, all calibrated and aimed at the bordering lines of Zul’drak. A few beast of the cold north would now and then take their chance with the metal thigs in the air, or the massive whale of a ship at sea - and all would be met with an abrupt end by the hands of a magi, or marksman.
Within the heart of Zul’drak, at the Argent Stand, the banners start to look scarce as the groups depart for their next goal, or their homes and family. Among the empty poles is a few, especially the one of the Alliance Salvaging And Procurement; a banner of blue and gold, but instead of a lion, the symbols of tools to display. These are not the frontline military but the few who tries to keep the heroes running forward.
Another, yet larger crate is hauled up high and taken to sea as Lochton walks among the last few crates, signing off on transport documents as well as checking the list to make sure what was the Alliance claim, would still be the Alliance claim - among them a rather battered Steam Tank that was insistingly still able to drive to a pick-up location, even though it had been announced broken down a few times.
“Ah, Vera. Do make sure we have not left anything behind in the medical encampment before you pack up your own belongings. We are heading for Stormwind as soon as we have everything that is of the Alliance, in the cargo hull of the ship”
Loose straps hanging from his torso as he tries to fight his way out of his custom made armor, struggling to get free to meet the cold weather on his skin. It will be a bliss to be back in a suit again.
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The Alliance Salvaging And Procurement were among our stout friends last night, celebrating the anniversary of the Hammerguard!
The Director can be once more found in Stormwind City.
(Stories shared currently, is from the perspective of arriving to Nazjatar once it was revealed).
Part Three:
“Hey! Welcome to the blue and gold, rookie!”
Sam was forcefully yanked against the bulk of a tall soldier, slowly being lead towards the huge opening in the ship; where the bow used to be. A hand carefully caressing the young boy’s shoulder in a reassuring manner as the floorboards slowly start to bent under their weight. The soldier’s armor clattering against Sam, making a great difference to his tanned leather armor. The soldier discarded his helmet carelessly as he accepted a pair of goggles from another, offering Sam a flirtatious smile of perfection as the goggles were pulled over his deep brown eyes, restraining the black locks of hair with its strap.
“Quit it Steve… “
A second soldier appeared from behind the first, clad in her own plate armor but shorter. The helmet was discarded just as carelessly as she offered Sam a friendly nod and a pair of goggles.
“… He’s too young for you anyways.”
She winked at Sam teasingly as he took her spare pair of goggles before she dragged on her own pair, limiting her long blond hair under a cowl, taking a few struggling moments to keep check on all the strands of hair before standing rank at attention towards Steve.
“Blabber blabber, Kate is right, shall we get going, eh?”
A rather large bulk of a soldier in dull mail armor slowly grunted his way towards the others as he hauled five gliders from the aft; the small pack of unfoldable wings were not too much of a burden on its own but dragging five of them were not an easy feat to do. Already having dragged his goggles over his bald head, they looked like they were kept up on his face by his stiff stubble of facial hair. With a light grunt, he took no break as he started to hand out glider packs.
“Aww, see, even Bjorn agrees with me… “
Kate wore a wide smile as she walked past the fourth soldier, slapping the helmet before offering the fourth form a glider pack. Body shape looked like it could be a woman but Sam could not be certain, the person did not offer to remove the helmet, and even with enough squinting, there seemed to already be some sort of filtered eye protection in the helmet.
Strap after strap, click after click, Sam took no more struggle trying to peer through the disguise of the fourth member and turned towards his glider pack. At second to nature, the pack straps were quickly sorted - not without snickering as muttering complaints from Steve disturbed Sam’s focus.
“Aaaarrgh… I swear you love to see men suffer, Rin!”
Steve squirmed as the beforehand unknown soldier, Rin, pulled at each strap to secure the gilder pack to his back. Steve’s eyes locked on to Sam.
“H-hey, gorgeous. Can’t you take Rin’s spot instead? You seem to know your way with this- hnng… “
Rin gave an aggressive pull on the harness to interrupt Steve’s flirting. Chuckling as she walked towards the ledge, hips swaying from side to side in a more athletic form than the hulk of Bjorn already standing there. Her weight hardly bending the boards unlike the rest of her team, even Sam, the young man.
The dancing walls of water welcomed the setting sun as the water reflected the new colours of orange, gold and red. The light show was surely a sight to remember they all agreed. Each of the scouting group stepped closer to the edge, looking out over the reefs, ruins and other shipwrecks. Kate’s hand sought Bjorn’s as her gaze was still locked at the beautiful sight. Soaring rays, a flight of mystery in this area but right now they were part of the scenery. Their moment before deployment was disrupted as Lochton hauled his way towards the edge, setting himself over the side with ropes and rope ladders.
“I am quite certain the captain is welcoming your departure as soon as you are ready. And Sam, do not fret, you have trained for these things. Once below, make sure to barricade yourself securely.”
Sam wasn’t certain but he could almost guess that Steve was rolling his eyes at his boss before tapping Kate’s and Rin’s shoulders to signal ready to get going. Sam was only given a laugh and a shrug before Steve leaped off the edge, closely followed by Kate, Rin and then Bjorn. The young man looked towards his boss with an apologetic look on this face, offering a respectful nod towards his mentor.
Director Jeremy Lochton smiled calmly as he was hanging off the side of the wreckage, returning the gesture towards Sam.
“Pleasant journeys, Mr. Walldren.”
With a few rapid strides and a leaping jolt from the ship, and Sam was now soaring through the sky, closing in on the rest of the group before deploying the glider. The frame unfolded out of the pack, stretching wide to the sides as the once loose fabric goes tort, stretching out to catch the cold gust of winds, putting his fall in to an abrupt stall before soaring among the rest of the group. Kept under stare of the others in formation, Sam could not help but laugh to himself as they descend down between the corals, rocks, ruins and the once pride of the Alliance.
Sam’s final glance of his director before reaching the seabed, is that of a rather dashing frame, masterfully climbing down the ropes towards the hanging bow section of the ship, slowly being followed by more insecure climbers of the Alliance sailors and troops. His eyes went up to the aft, light was still there, some were staying behind.
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Alliance Salvaging And Procurement is seeking skillful workers, curious explorers, and brave security for future contracts.
Part Four:
Captain Simmons steadily climbed down the rope ladder towards the bow section of the ‘Dauntless’, the other half of the ship clinging for all its worth as the straining ropes kept the two halves still united. The middle mast still sticking out from the deck of the ship in one piece, less could be said by the front mast of the three masted vessel. A core of massive oak had given way to the loss of way, snapping almost at the base just to still hang from the bow of the ‘Dauntless’, the sail tattered down the rest of the bow. Simmons’ attention stopped the inspection of the once mighty ship in reaction to the swift sound of rope and leather as Lochton slid down a single line rope masterfully, almost putting a joke to another of the captain’s men wobbling down the rope ladder.
Black polished leather boots impacted to the slopped floorboards and sent the director in to a small slide before calmly putting himself to a half with a foot against the middle mast. The smug bastard even took a moment to adjust his suit underneath his harness before he averted his gaze to a small pocket watch. Simmons knew that the little man surely had already done a more thorough assessment of the damages and what he - yes - he could use from the wreckage of his poor ‘Dauntless’. He knew that the he was out of his element and now, forcefully flung into the element of the salvager.
“So, Mr. Lochton, what a damn mess we have for us here, eh?”
Lochton smiled calmly as his eyes move away from the watch. There were not even a sign that the unsteady ground they were on was an actual problem.
“Ah. My apologies, Mr. Simmons. I just needed to take a few notes. Alas, the ‘Dauntless’ will not see another Alliance port but perhaps we can utilize enough that we may secure ourselves.”
With an ignited gleam in his eyes, Jeremy calmly unhooked two sharp axes with a hammer on the other side of the head, tossing them underhanded towards two soldiers with a wink.
“First, let us secure the ropes that are currently not keeping us secure here, and make ready to haul what we may save, and lower them to the seabed. I suggest we move the barrels that are intact of the vessel first.”
The two soldiers discarded their helmets as their eyes went from the axe to the man in the black suit before towards their captain like two lost dogs, unsure who were to be in command now. The civilian were a contract for the Alliance command but the military and marines of the Alliance were part of the core. All they were given from their captain was a returned glare and a firm nod which prompted them to make salute before climbing further down the bow to secure ropes and barrels.
“Mr. Lochton, gon’ suggest we leave those two to theirs, and we each take a marine and divide the deck and hull amongst us, hmm?”
“Very well, Mr. Simmons. You assign a marine to the hull with you, and one with make the climb with me.”
Simmons nodded towards Lochton before a few hand gestures assigned the two idling marines to their job. A shaking hand went to his collar to unclasp his cloak, the old man’s hand shaking as he can feel the final flow of adrenaline rushing through him - it was just a matter of time, rather here where his footing was somewhat safe, than when climbing. The old man stumbled down on a chain spoole, rapid breaths as he reached for his flask - the salvager had already assigned himself to work. Figured.
The smell was a clear tattletail for the result Lochton was not wanting to see as he climbed along the snapped mast to see the glorious construction of his heavy-hauler pinned between the deck and mast; this machine was constructed for safe transport of heavy goods without having to lead too many people through unwanted terrain. A vehicle he had put more than enough time in to operating during his contract, now squashed like a fly. Pistons had either been forced up through the frame of the vehicle or down through the deck, leaving them more or less of no use.
The salvager sighed as his eyes disappeared behind a pair of black goggles, skillful hands reaching for various tools of need as he proceeded to dismantle the crushed vessel, claiming what he could use and forcing the assigned marine to question the various items that was handed to him; brass tubing, random lengths of wire, a few blocks that could look like batteries, and some smaller canisters that quickly followed with a warning from the man inside the wreck of the small vessel, something about keeping clear from open flames. He couldn’t help but being curious of what was going on in that man’s head when things like copper plating and bolts were given to him as well.
No more for now, he couldn’t keep himself to the flask for the rest of the time. Victory comes with a price and this price was the ‘Dauntless’, hopefully the price of the Horde vessels were worse than his. He was going to make sure that there was a mark of his people’s service against the Horde once he got out of here. Simmons struggled to the guide ropes that had been lining the bow as he was trying to get up but being stopped short by one of his; the marine had already discarded her helmet but she had a endearing smile as she offering her captain a hand towards a few broken floorboards. She must have cranked them open while he was trying to gather his mind, this was to at least make it easier.
“T-thank you, marine… Let’s see if we can find something that’ll make the director back there happy?”
They both chuckled a little as she offered her captain a secondary guide rope to help him down into the hull of the ‘Dauntless’ bow; it was a mess and it could not be described better. Barrels of fruit smashed, salted products scattered and cannon balls rolling over what was meant to be cotton designated to be shipped to Stormwind City. At least the small boxes that was tied up under the deck boards were intact, leaving them with more than enough ammunition, medical supplies and waterskins - maybe for the worse that the alcohol did not survive this incident, no one would want to remember the losses here in this watery grave.
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Alliance Salvaging recruitin’ abled people for security, salvaging, medical and field work. Take contact with director Lochton if interested!
These guys are always fun, a great idea done well. Tiny scores them 5.5 out of 5.5… 
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bump.
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It is in my deepest regrets to inform you that Alliance Salvaging And Procurement (ASAP), will go into administration as of today. Due to manatorial disagreements and ill handling, the ASAP will close its books, archives and storage as it undergoes assessment of future role and deployment within the Alliance, and its High Command.
I, Allan Wilkes is to be elected as administrator of the ASAP while the necessary actions will be taken to close ongoing cases of management and project handling.
This is a decision made with a heavy heart but after greater losses of staff and project revenue, we have decided that for the time being, this will be the best action to undergo.
Azerite investments has been a high risk action that has relapsed upon our choices, and by disappearance of research and development partners we have come to the conclusion that our costs has broken the estimated numbers.
Current staff as this document is filled out will be able to relocate to other projects, and or, units of service as they see fit. The position of Director of the ASAP will still be acknowledge to Jeremy S. Lochton, but will not grant him control of the ASAP until future matters has been resolved. Director Lochton will see himself relocated to a local unit where he may utilize his abilities and methods in the name of the Alliance High Command.
The name may still be carried by previous staff but they will not hold any contract until further notice.
Signed
Allan Wilkes, Administrative Contact
Jeremy S. Lochton, Director of the Alliance Salvaging And Procurement.
Dear friends, family and clientel of the Alliance Salvaging And Procurement.
I request that you all look away from the announcement of Mr. Allan Wilkes - FORMER - Administrative Contact of the ASAP.
Due to clever forgery and paranoia, Mr. Wilkes had made an attempt to sign the ASAP out of the Alliance High Command service, as well as for its own good, trying to close the books and storage after a recent project that indeed did not turn out well. The ASAP did indeed lose a lot of Azerite due to a Goblin raid on one of our more secluded storage facilities - taking away our storage of remaining Azerite.
Mr. Allan Wilkes will see himself demoted until he sees his reasons to leave the company, and will not fulfill any higher roles that may be available.
I, Jeremy S. Lochton, offer my sincere apologies about this inconvenience and of course welcome future interactions with members of the Alliance, and the trade market.
Signed
Jeremy S. Lochton, Director of the Alliance Salvaging And Procurement.
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Alliance Salvaging And Procurement is seeking abled men and woman willing work for the Alliance, being part of the veins that keeps our troops moving!
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’Blackout’
The amber liquid slushed around a chunk of ice as its miniature waves broke against the glass walls of the tumbler, swaying from side to side between two fingers refined fingers. Its scent wafting around the clear edges, a keen nose catching on to the oaken hints upon the scent - a soothing feeling. Liquid untouched but the tumbler scared from worried habits of tapping the glass against the table.
Green eyes drilled through the darkness of the inn, each flick of movement absorbed another passing phrase of what felt like a mile long report. Each paper held markings, code and booking numbers describing each of their locations only to the initiated minds. Slender fingers fanned out a small pile of pictures; two were of Goblins, another was a Tauren, one were that of a rather aged orc, following three pictures of Elves. A single word was revealed as each picture was carefully turned, ‘Blackout’.
‘Blackout’ was a given statement for members of contact that either failed to respond, or have been dispatched by what threat may loom above them.
SLAM - the glass tumbler struck the table once more, a chip of glass chittering across the surface, leaving a deep indent in the wood, generating the same glare of annoyance and growing impatience from the barkeep but without approach as the man in the corner specifically paid extra coin to be left to his own.
Without knowledge, the man in the black business suit could be anyone with extra coin on his pocket but this one, he carried more, there were no frill to show of, it was down to business with him every time his suit was worn. The most notable parts of this small man was a filigree design in brass that climbed along his lapel, and what looked to be a silver chain from his pocket - but something screamed more - he looked bulky compared to his body shape; with keen eyes you could see pockets and pouches of various use, as well as small kits for specified use.
A well treated and refined hand stroked through his auburn locks of hair as a low snarl escaped his throat, his skin colour seemed to change to the darker shades but then passing back to his normal skin tone.
Quick ruffling of papers was his alert that staff in the inn should mind their own business as their last customer packed up his belongings; each sheet and matching picture filed into a sleeve of their own, sealed with a silvered rune from his ring.
He rose to his feet ever so gracefully, the chair did not scrape along the floorboards but was meticulously moved out of his way just to be placed back against the table, deep indents of claws at its back. With a pause, he sighed out loud as his right hand softly caressed the wooden surface, patrolling over the few indents his glass had made to the grains of the wood.
“A pity such craftsmanship should fall victim to my very own reaction of ill tides. I believe my deposit should be well enough to cover the damages?”
A voice so elegant and smooth, even of age, there were no gravel in his tone. A silvered tongue for the trades and bargains indeed - and a winning smile to close any doubts.
“Don’ worry, sir. Ain’ much ‘bout it, gon’ get the carpenter to fix it.”
The barkeep’s own voice was almost as a quarry, sincere but there were no smooth talk from his throat. He would just nod and accept to keep the extra coin. The payment would suffice if he sent his own people to the woodworks with the table, instead of having it delivered. The coins softly grinded against each other as all eyes stared at the small shape of a man.
Clearly a head smaller than one of his girls, this man were more of a danger to them than when the smith was having one of his drunken brawls. Eyes of blue and brown stared at his left arm; claws exposed and growing bulk of muscle threatening to shred his suit of enchanted thread. He presented his tumbler to the sky with his right hand, quenching his thirst in one slow draft. Almost as if quenching the flames of a fire before it turned for the worse; his left arm slowly returned to its normal shape.
“S-Sir, ain’ want none of ye problems ‘ere if ye can’t keep it in control…”
The barkeep stammered out from behind his counter, reaching ever so slightly down towards his gun, just for measure of safety for him - the man could easily take out one of his girls but he would be ready to shoot if needed.
“There is not going to be a problem with my behavior, Mr. It is a mere reaction of grief in the loss of good partners in trade. The Banshee Queen is on her run, and she will have a lot of debt to pay for her doings. A mere invoice will not suffice on this.”
Green eyes phasing to glowing red in the dark, piercing through the dim light as the tumbler shatters across the table’s surface. The stranger quickly clears his throat as he collects his papers, offering his sincere apologies before vacating the building in all haste.
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Alliance Salvaging And Procurement is looking for talented members with a nose for profit, a will for exploration, and a hunger for treasure!
See now this just makes sense. Well done with this, guys. 
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Recruitment Advertisement:
Are you tired and dulled by the ranks of desk jobs, or filling in-line for guard duty?
Then we have an offer for you!
Alliance Salvaging And Procurement seeks people of open mind to venture out into the wide world in the name of exploration, salvaging and procurement for the Alliance High Command, as well as contracts filed on the side.
Are you having a nose for treasure? Does your heart crave the unknown?
Then send your application to Director Jeremy Lochton, ASAP!
Yes, but I won’t share any treasure I find.
There is a cut in what is found but most of our contracts would like to have what they have requested, as well, when operating under the Alliance High Command it does not look good to stash away for your self first. We are a supply and support company primarily but that does not stop us from utilizing open slots in the calender.