[ASAP] Alliance Salvaging and Procurement - Seeking Out Curiosities

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Among labeled crates of spare parts, unusual artifacts of interest, and vials of questionable content echos the footfall of light boots; scuffing along a lit path of the stone floor, boots doo big, dragging each step clumsily. The bright blue eyes of the young envoy gazed over the crowded shelves with curiosity, his fingers idly dragging along draped tarps and workstations neatly aligned with tools for various operations; he leaned in close to inspect a set of well-kept lockpicking tools, and what looked like a brass lock in a vice. A clank echoed out before curious fingers could reach for the tumbler of pins shining in the light, startling the boy.

With a loud gasp, the envoy clung hard to the letter, crumbling it in his shaking hands as he turned towards a rather large machine in the room; in a small oasis among the various items stored for safekeeping or future sales, was what looked to be one of those Gnomish Flying Machines that he had seen coming in for maintenance, but this one looked a bit different bathed in light. Each footstep felt heavy, but that might just be because his new boots were too big, or sheer nervousness, but they surely and slowly lead him towards the sound of metal, talking, and the scent of oil and … tea in the air?

With a final step, he entered the light, looking for the receiver of this missive, crumbled as it may be, delivered it will be, but he was unable to spot anything except that of a small white teacup perched on the machine; a small fingerprint smudge barely visible on the side. His eyes went wide as he noticed the small plate of biscuits next to the cup, enticing him to take one, just one he thought as he reached out - the person won’t miss it?

“Pardon me, mister, but I do believe you are here to make a delivery before taking payment?”

The young envoy was startled once more, hand retracting at the speed of light, cringing as the sound of the missive being crumbled more while looking for where the voice came from.

“A missive tends to hold more value before being destroyed”.

He jolted back in shock, the poor boy being startled once more as a spectacled man in a white shirt and apron peeked up from the engine room of the machine, the apron clearly having taken the brunt of oil stains.

“Shall we make an agreement? If you do not crumble said missive anymore, you may have a biscuit as a reward, I believe that holds a beneficial outcome for the both of us?”

The auburn-haired man spoke with a calm calculated voice, as his other hand reached out toward the envoy for the letter.

“Of course, Director Lochton”.

He spoke in a light, squeaky tone as he began straightening out the crumbled document on his thigh as well as possible. As he reached out with the missive, his eyes started wandering slowly towards what options of biscuits he had; chocolate, vanilla, custard, berry jam.

The director offered the young envoy a firm nod as long fingers took hold of the missive, unfolding it skillfully with one hand, leaving the young boy with the freedom of choosing a biscuit.

As his fingers started hovering over the plate, trying to make up his mind, the man called out.

“Shall we make a deal?”

Lochton sighed as he folded up the missive with one hand, pushing up his glasses before sliding the document into one of the many pockets in the apron.

“If you retrieve an oil clamp as well as a piece of the tube from the box behind you, you may claim all the biscuits. It seems that I will be in need of departing earlier than expected”.

The now elected workshop assistant gave an impressive salute before sprinting to the box of parts behind him, triumphantly finding the tube but spending some moments of confusion as he looked for the other part.

“They are labeled, young man”.

The boy blushed. This was not as easy as he had thought. Letters.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

A missive was delivered to the Yard by an envoy, calling for assistance to handle a situation that has reached unwanted development. Relocation to Dalaran City is underway. Will be awaiting a briefing tonight among the rest of the personnel for handling the current cases.

Contract: This task is to be completed under the contract of Alliance Command.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment issued, as well as spare supplies for field operation. Flying Machine No.: 6 has been acquired for this deployment.

Location: Inbound, Dalaran, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

Deployment in Azsuna under the command of Mr. Crawder started out with an efficient but impractical use of teleportation magic, leaving behind some piece of equipment to the benefit of fast arrival.

The location was confirmed upon arrival to be under hostile development of multiple members of previously mentioned Fel organization. Their forces more utilizing mortal races, than actual demonic creations.

We made satisfactory advancement toward Faronaar as we utilized common brute force across the ranks of advancing enemies. We were put under siege by background artillery support, the function of these units were halted within short moments.

Our process was interrupted by the arrival of multiple unknown armored beings, causing sufficient damage to make small number of our assets incapable of completing their tasks.

Information of final approach comes out as a little unclear due to unefficient personal advancement, though, assistance were made to secure a member of the unit, meanwhile other members secured the area.

Contract: This task is to be completed under the contract of Alliance Command.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment taken to use. Prototype BY218 Ammunition taken in use with satisfactory results.

Expense Report: One pistol (temporarily fixed) in need of full repair. One enchanted threat suit to be replaced.

Location: Dalaran, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

Deployment issued upon intel by member of this operation, Mr. Corbyn Trennt. Information issued for a location of fel organization movement, though details were not clear.

Deployment happened through the means of a supplied teleportation scroll from said mage. This was to be considered valuable information but with an unknown twist.

Mr. Trennt offered the means of teleportation, but instead of deployed to ambush from behind, we were placed right in front of the moving forces, with leeway to redeploy to better positions.

We were meant with a large group of cultists, all treated oddly, as they were made to haul artillery in place, as well as that of a large Demonic creation.

The creature in question was, after a chaotic moment, taken down, officially, by Mr. Hastings, but on paper, it was a Knight of An’gath.

We were met with a seductress knight that had managed to keep her form through other means but once stripped of these tools, quickly deteriorated into fel fire, their shape seem to hold a connection to the armor.

Note of Caution: Mr. Corbyn Trennt is to be withheld once located due to questionable behavior around two units, as well as failure to report back after the situation was over. Unsure about reasoning, but questioning is needed.

Contract: This task is to be completed under the contract of Alliance Command.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment taken to use.

Expense Report: One enchanted threat suit to be replaced.

Location: Dalaran, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

We followed up on an open case in need of information. I, and a small deployment of marvelous support, sought out to locate this, Corbyn Trennt, which had been seen around various other incidents, and now, announced the he was once more within Dalaran City.

Corbyn Trennt, former captain of the Alliance, a mage of his trade, was under the suspicion of being connected to these, ‘Knights of An’gath’, and thus proved to be a potential issue.

Previous actions include irregular behavior, fluctuating ability to control magic, thus causing harm upon others, and recently upon our meeting, unstable summoning of demonic rifts, and demons.

The deployment were quick to assess and commence questioning of this individual, which evolved into positive negotiation. This, sadly, would prove to not be part of our success.

Mr. Trennt was under an affliction of Fel, making him unstable, and worse, unable to control the outcome of the demonic portals, proving a potential threat to the city of Dalaran. He was skillfully contained by a magical barrier as these rifts, were becoming more unstable.

Outside this barrier, the deployment was safe but within, the demonic powers sought to fight inwards, managing to set the body of Corbyn Trennt on fire, being the cause of his demise.

Note of Announcement: Request for retrieval has been filled with the appropriate members of Dalaran to collect the remains of Corbyn Trennt.

Note of Request: Members of the deployment request that Mr. Trennt to be burried on the northern shores of Aszuna.

Contract: This task is to be completed under the contract of Alliance Command.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment taken to use.

Expense Report: The fee of renting 8 gryphons to use for locating the now deceased Corbyn Trennt.

Location: Dalaran, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

Scouting reports gave indication of a vault of curious belongings. Mr. Stormbelly accepted, and organized a deployment into this territory. Deployment of personnel were by Gliders as the location in mention were within reach from Dalaran City.

Upon arrival on the ground, we were met by Mr. Dawncastle, a previous established character from a commanding position. He had been given the task to keep track on current activities within a nearby valley. Upon observation, we could assess that progress of this organization was going more chaotic than planned.

We were lead into the valley in a controlled group, making sure not to create too much attention. The path took our deployment to an entrance of the vault in question. Sealed with a specialized lock, which I was not able to investigate, as it was decided by a stout member of the team to be demolished. It, of course, proved inefficient, yet functional. The door did not collapse, but the lock recognized the explosion as a source of fire, which was demanded for the lock to open.

We carried on deeper into the newly entered vault, locating another specialized lock, which demanded a set location of assets to be activated. Peculiar spectacles were located by this door.

Beyond the door were a large storage chamber, as well as two more doors. Within the chamber we located various armaments, from which we of course took some liberty to explore.

We located another specialized lock from which a set amount of numbers were given. These numbers were altered by an unconventional manner, severing mechanical units from above, making them crash to the floor at the door. The numeric values were altered until all were down, unlocking the door.

We proceeded into a narrow tunnel system which became for a moment, an unpleasant surprise, as an unnatural darkness consumed us, muted our abilities to communicate until members of the deployment located the source of this issue, and disposed of them. It was revealed upon the handling of the situation, that the passage was rigged to explode without our notice until too late. With utmost haste, we disassembled these crude devices. Of course, one took freedom to investigate the devices once safe, identifying its source as being Azerite.

Without personnel harm, we located our host’s study. A large desk of rather expensive make of resources stood in front of a ‘mind-map’ all with what appeared to be blank papers, but after closer inspection with the peculiar set of spectacles from earlier, we made out notes of interested. These were of course claimed, though rather unceremoniously. From the desk as well were three items located: A sigil, a key, and a form of identification sheet.

We made our path back through the passage towards the second door. This door were causing a bit of disruption among the personnel due to the nature of being applied with a large red button. We investigated the door further to locate a keyhole which activated a process that demanded our attention. After a few excessive button presses by our stout member, we made progress in applying the sigil and documentation for the door to open.

Beyond the door, we found what could only be described as a fully operational Fel infused long distance cannon. This unit was operated by multiple power cores which, upon self-harming realization, could not be removed.

The deployment came to an agreement to demolish the device before it could strike at potential targets of interest but not before some adjustments. Members of the team came with the idea of making the cannon fire upon ships of hostile control within the area, and then destroy the cannon. Some clumsy handling took place, but the cannon was set to strike its target, and after, we extracted ourselves, leaving the cannon in ruins by explosives.

Note of Procurement: Two Fel Power Cores which were located within the vault, a pouch of Azerite extracted from the barrels, and the beforementioned key, and sigil.

Contract: This task is to be completed under the contract of Alliance Command.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment taken to use, Glider Kit.

Location: Dalaran, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Fur singed, ruffled, and dirty, the small scrawny looking Worgen rests in the infirmary, put into a deep slumber after having been treated for severe injuries. Steady breathing, heaving frame, there is hardly any sign of who this person is, other than a backpack stowed away at the side of the bed, and a pair of now, cracked glasses at the side, waiting to be adorned once more when the healing process has completed.

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Administrative Incident Report (AIR):

Name: Jeremy S. Lochton.
Title/Rank: Director.
Date: 17th day of the 4th month.
Location: The infirmary, Dalaran City.

Date of Incident (s): 16th day of the 4th month.
Location of Incident (s): The Broken Shore, Island.

Description: Contract was made in service to the Alliance command for the investigation, and further, disruption of a situation of a Fel organization causing disruption, and infiltration of their own. These members were mainly of living Fel infused members, with a minor number of demonic subjects. We were deployed at Broken Shore to halt the activation, and progression of a scaled up Fel Reaver. This device, alas, were activated faster than expected.

As we made way to our designated location of deployment, we were under various conflicts of hostile approaches before reaching the construct. Upon reaching our designation, we were to cause enough disruption for forces below were able to do their part, but we were having to be forcefully relocated by the use of teleportation magic.

Upon redeployment, we were standing front to that of the upper section of the construct. From this advantage point, we took on a selection of components of the hand, as well as its head. During the initial attack, we seemingly breached the shielding plate of the hand section, where from, a massive surge of Fel energy coursed through the deployed assets, and I was struck directly.

Treatment: Primary situation were to be evacuated by a member of the deployment, alas, unable to recall who. A powerful member who decided to deposit me through a portal to safety.

After this handling, I was put under treatment by medical personnel who applied various ointments and cleansing, before sending my inefficient self, under a deep slumber, where I can only guess that they dressed the wounds, and relocated me to Dalaran City.

Current Status: Recovery, Alive.

Signature:

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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An auburn-haired man sat in a corner of Legerdemain Lounge reading through various ledgers while his other hand in an idle motion guided a gilded fork with ease, slicing through the gooey mass of a Dalaran Brownie, separating a bite-size of delicious chocolaty goodness before leading the piece of bakery experience into his mouth, breathing calmly through his nose as he savored the taste, counting by experience the ingredients going into this act of craftmanship. This glorious experience of Dalaran confectionary was a mark of celebration for the bureaucrat.

Fingers flowing across ledgers and papers, scribbling down results and information in a flow of efficiency as he relishes in the freedom away from the Dalaran infirmary, the recovery process almost complete thanks to brilliant medical staff, and assistance in the field by assigned menders, without their intervention, he would not be sitting in this upholstered chair with a cup of delightful tea, and a slice of heavingly dessert. He made sure that as soon as he was able to move his hands without shaking, they were nominated for a medal.

The burn marks climbing up along his back still itched even though ointment was applied daily, but with perseverance, he kept his hands from scratching at the healing wounds and one of the methods was to occupy himself with the paperwork he had neglected during his recovery - of course not all paperwork had been neglected, the more important tasks were already fulfilled, leaving behind small cases of appointments, requests, and appeals. Without too much strain, he managed to attend the medal ceremony of the many assets that were put to use on the field, and at their stations.

With a flow of black ink, his pen danced across the ledger he held dearest, this one was gold in itself. The knowledge held within these pages of paper would be more worth than the gold in his vault. Locations of workshops, contracts, safe storage, and potential clients are all hidden within the ink of spellcraft, this book would never be able to be waterlogged, and it was always stored upon him - thump - a small gust of wind escaped the pages as the ledger was closed and sealed shut from prying eyes.

A pair of delicate feet crossed the tile floor towards his table. At first unable to see, but peaking through the stacks of books and his steaming pot of tea was a small Gnomish face. A little more rounded than others, this was the face of a hardworking woman, another contract, eyes bright with curiosity and a head of wild hair just barely kept in check by a crooked pair of goggles. She didn’t go into her looks as much as him but she always carried around herself, a shining presence. With a proud smile, she shuffled another ledge upon the crowded table.

“There you go, Director. The Hauler has gone through its check, all clear for deployment. Its shipment is ready to depart per your request. Everything within the ledger is there!”

She beamed at him while awaiting his reply.

With his green eyes locked on the little Gnome, he slowly lead his personal ledger away from the table, sliding it into his backpack before offering a recognizing and respectful nod in approval.

“Thank you, Ms. Trinket. I believe that is almost all. There is one final request I need you to handle for me”.

With some discomfort, the Director got up from his seat, reaching over a few papers, the cup of tea just below him, wafting its delightful aroma at him, certainly to be enjoyed before getting cold. Slender fingers lifted up two of the top books in a pile to reveal a large envelope, its content to be unknown to her. He smiled kindly as he was making sure it was sealed before turning toward the Gnome, offering it.

“If you could make haste to have this delivered to Mr. Brann Bronzebeard, then I would be grateful for your service. Alas, I am not informed of his recent location, which is where your challenge lies”.

Trinket bit into a finger of her work glove, yanking it off with a firm tug, revealing her small pale fingers before snatching the envelope eagerly with her ungloved hand, making the man cringe as her fingers creased and wrinkled the missive more than he would like, but pleased that she at least had removed her glove before taking it.

“Absolutely, Director. I’ll find Brann right away!”

Unceremoniously, the Gnome offered a small bow before sprinting out the door, her wild purple hair the last to be seen before she was gone, leaving behind her little work glove, and an amused employer.

“They are so…. Adorably energetic”.

A subtle voice spoke from behind him, his body standing ready, brow perked as he tilted his head towards the sound of movement, one hand slowly moving within his suit jacket before the gentle sound of porcelain clinking was heard, the dainty little spoon stirred around his tea before it was carefully offered him, the small white cup sitting in its little saucer, the aromatic tea slowly spinning around.

“Don’t worry, I believe the Madam said two lumps of sugar?”

Letting out a small sigh, he slowly turned around, offering a wolfish grin as his hand still rested on the hilt of his firearm, the other gracefully accepting the tea. Once green eyes of greed, now a red hue of caution within them as his eyes inspected the voluptuous form of a female Pandaren in front of him.

“Have you not learned that it is rude to sneak up on someone, miss?”

The Pandaren blinked, keeping her serene mask as well as possible, feeling the eyes of red glaring her down, causing a nervous smile on her face as her paw let go of the saucer, the other in a natural flow, sliding down to the hilt of her dagger, slightly loosening it for a quick pull. Her breath was shallow in the presence of the little man, warnings have passed around about dealing with the bureaucrat, but he didn’t look so tough.

“Blackpaw, Director. We were informed that you had a message for Madam Goya?”.

Leaning in close, the auburn-haired man was shorter than his new visitor, but his presence made everything feel wrong. The Pandaren clad in what should be sufficient armor to handle message delivery now offered him a slight uncontrolled blush as he gave her a small uncharacteristic sniff, registering her scent before passing around towards the table, taking a long draft of his tea, not as hot as he had wished it to be.

“Ms. Blackpaw. I believe this is not your current name, but I hold no wish to argue work registration, so I will remind you of the task at hand, delivery”.

More books were moved to the side as the small man dug through his belongings for something, she glared at his back, daydreaming of stabbing the man between his shoulders, but then she would not be accepted back by the Madam, nor did she feel sure that this man would be as easy a target as he seemed. He already felt on edge. Maybe due to the message of his recent near-death moment that was shared at the Black Market. Her hazel eyes locked on him as she secured her dagger once more.

As the Director swung around from the crowded table in a fluid motion, his eyes of red hue had returned to that of emerald green, eyes of greed. His sudden movement startled the young Pandaren, making her shift to a combat stance, daggers prone to strike just to be met with that of his damned wolfish grin, in his hands, he presented a small wooden box with an envelope attached to it. Her adrenalin was pumping, breath controlled as she stood slightly crouched, her stance revealing more of her black fur before catching on to the fact that the man was toying with her. Maybe retribution for her entrance?

“Pardon me, Ms. Blackpaw. Are you suitable to complete this task, or am I in need of locating a new member of the Madam’s organization to make this simple request come true?”

She blushed more, looking around shamefully as she hid away her daggers once more, freeing her hands to adjust her outfit again. Shaking her head as she yanked the parcel out of his grip, just to see his stupid grin still stuck on his face. She sneered, revealing her fangs.

“No. I am quite adequate to make this delivery myself, human. Shouldn’t you still be resting?”

She spoke the words in an attempt to belittle the man. To put him in a reminder of his weakened state, and recent injuries. Waiting for the right reason to attack him.

The Director chuckled softly to himself as he adjusted his suit, pulling at his cuffs before returning to his table, packing up the various books and documents, leaving the Pandaren standing there in the middle of the lounge, guests staring at her cautiously after her little scene of aggression. The fur along her neck clearly bristled as she fumed and huffed, storming out the door with a flavourful choice of curses.

“Rest is for the deceased.”

Lochton spoke softly as he deposited another book into his backpack.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR):

By the approval for departure from the medical facilities of Dalaran City (See recent AIR), I will depart from Krasus’ Landing with personal resources as I make my way toward the northern lands of the Eastern Kingdom for two appointments.

In good grace of my first appointment, I have managed to procure and secure supplies to be handled by a military organization within the Eastern Kingdoms, located at Amber Mill, members who have served during the recent events.

Note of Recovery: I am to receive an occasional medical evaluation for a limited amount of time. Currently, recovery feels as if going fine, but there are inefficient reactions of the feral nature that needs to get back into control. Sessions have been approved.

Note of Procurement: I have requested local contacts within Dalaran city to acquire and craft the required equipment for field use in a combat situation. Suits after my choice are just not efficient enough, and after the most recent events I have come to the conclusion that I am to find sufficient attire, even if it is to make me look more like a member of the military staff.

Note of Equipment: Standard field equipment taken to use, Heavy Cargo Hauler.

Contract: The contract with the Alliance Command has reached its conclusion of recent events with success. Future contracts will be marked on updated reports.

Location: Krasus’ Landing, Dalaran City, Broken Isles.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Office Report (AOR):

Returned to the Yard after an investigation of an unregistered vessel at the Gilnean coastline. A closer inspection proved that the vessel was an uncontracted mercenary ship attempting to claim an easy outcome of the smaller trade and supply routes.

After close negotiation with the captain and his crew, we came to a disagreement on how they could cease their actions in crippling the support vessels of the Alliance and its independent units within.

Upon our disagreement on how to conduct business and trades, we ended up with a short struggle which lead to my sudden ejection over the port side of the vessel. Of course, an outcome expected with lower ranks of the human society, and thus had to be handled with severe actions.

I took my freedom to relieve the vessel of a few prized items of interest before it sunk within the broken reef of the Gilnean seas. There is a chance of salvage for a future agreement with the Gilnean rule.

Note of Inventory: We are in need of making another purchase of explosives.

Note of Attention: There is a belief that a few mercenaries survived our little meeting.

Location: The Yard, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Office Report (AOR):

Preparing to restructure supply possibilities with affiliated members of neutral outreach as we seek to connect more projects into contracts as ASAP seeks to further its deployments.

With recent news and events of hostile activity of what seems to be feral scourge, we have had to utilize select equipment depots to prepare and establish external locations before we are taken by surprise.

Note of Inventory: Redeployment of various field utilities has been approved.

Location: The Yard, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Office Report (AOR):

We have taken the time to establish connections with members of the various factions so that our services can reach further, and with a goal. Currently, we have been in talks with races such as the Vulpera, Gnomes, Goblins, Dwarves, Draenei, and Tauren. This is not a permanent solution but these are members of the neutral outreach and not Horde.

We assure our investors that we are still operating with the goal of the Kingdom of Gilneas, the Alliance, and the working forces under the blue and golden banner.

Location: The Yard, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Field Report (AFR): DELAYED

Due to the hostile situation that we have approached within our new contract with the Alliance forces, as well as other members of the Alliance, Neutral organizations, and even Horde - we have experienced trouble in having our reports arrive safely to the Yard. Even this report is going to be arriving late, as we are to send it along slower but safer routes.

We have safely tracked down and vanquished the main hostile forces, disbanding their smaller pawns in their game. The Centaur and Quilboars were all under a magical presence created by that of the Naga.

There will be no incident reports for this report as papers among the assigned menders, and the Druids of the Glade, are incomplete, or unreadable. Though, at the current, I, Jeremy S. Lochton, am under moderate injuries and have been cared for by the menders as well as Druids. They have managed to treat my injuries all but my left arm, broken.

Note of Recommendation: Once more we have served well in the name of the Alliance Command, even though this was a joint mission, we do recommend reaching out with a list of contacts upon arrival at the Yard. Papers will be cataloged by myself.

Note of Recruitment: I seem to have been within my reach of luck to find two with the wish of employment with ASAP. Both have been informed and signed in. Further training will follow.

Note of Claim: We have laid claim upon various Naga items, some recently forged, others, artifacts. The ones holding questionable status, such as curses, are to be secured and shipped to the Yard, where a buyer will be found, or an associate will lift the curse. We have dismantled multiple sets of jewelry, where the metal is to be repurposed for other items of interest, and the gems in question, are further evaluated.

Note of Development: The selected devices used within this contract have almost all been utilized in the field, only a few have not been able to be deployed. The best development lies with the ‘Shock-bot’ aptly named by a member in the field, as well as that of the Personal Defense Field.

Note of Request: Ms. Olivia Black requests an artifact reclaimed from the field of battle north of Karnum’s Glade, and delivered to her office in Stormwind City. The item in question is an inert golem of stone.

Location: Karnum’s Glade, Desolace, Kalimdor

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Office Report (AOR):

The request from Alliance Salvaging And Procurement was accepted by a few skilled individuals as we aimed to reclaim lost cargo due to a hostile threat having intercepted our associate before he could complete the delivery.

ASAP managed within the previous days to secure contracts in trying to keep our cargo from curious minds but were greeted with visual and audio stimulation from the triggering of an explosive device, most likely from a trap placed by our contract, Mr. Wizzleblast.

We were, shortly after arrival, introduced to the beauty of nature in the form of a Direhorn calf in disagreement with our arrival. After chasing the quadruped away from our path, we made our way to a location that was meant to be secure and secluded enough to not be seen from the road, or sky.

Alas, we were interrupted by a common threat to my own profession and safety, a being which is praised by some, but for me, a risk in my field. The creature and a priest of said being were attempting to make claim on our cargo, but not without trouble themselves. After this, Loa, found out we were approaching, and it sought to cause trouble for our staff, and contractors who offered their services in securing our products.

As we closed the distance to our arrival point, and with a few moments of unwanted attention from Jani, the Saurid Loa, we managed to come to an agreement that the cargo - to some, treasure, was to be saved from another threat. The deity decided to leave us alone enough to protect the cargo.

We were introduced to a feline creature of ashen fur and a scent of rot and decay. Upon observation, we took to an agreement to secure the product as anything the creature touched, slowly corroded away. With a few moments of action, the contractors managed to banish the feline creature and made sure it was not to be a threat. Though, upon the last strike, a ghostly sound was uttered by the creature.

The cargo in question was secured with an unexpected loss, as we chose to leave the damaged goods for the Loa, to hopefully create a temporary peace with the creature.

Alliance Salvaging And Procurement would like to thank the contractors and staff who offered to assist us in the field.

Mr. Goodman.
Ms. Highwall.
Ms. Dusksun.
Mr. Sunshadow.
Mr. Renold.
Mr. Stonefoot.
Ms. Shaw.

Note of Development: The ASAP-Cargo Transmitter functioned as expected, though we are to have a talk with our hired pilots.

Note of Finances: I, Director Jeremy S. Lochton, have approved the use of hazard pay for the unplanned situation of the contractors opposing an unwanted deity. As well as a bonus for the ASAP staff.

Note of Claim: The cargo in question, was secured and is being processed over the next coming days, as well as clients will be contacted for their product of interest.

Location: The Yard, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

It is with open arms that I, Jeremy S. Lochton, Director of Alliance Salvaging And Procurement, officially reopen the office for recruitment within the ranks of ASAP.

We are a small company that operates under various contracts to offer services in support, salvaging, supplies, and more. Of course, we are mainly serving the Alliance Command, and under such, connected with the call for Gilneas, once our dreams may come true, but we do have contacts within the more grey area.

If you find yourself to be a curious person, then you are welcome to seek me out or contact the office.

To learn more, do read into our information folder.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Thank you kindly! Always a pleasure interacting with you guys too!

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Administrative Office Report (AOR):

A few skilled individuals accepted the request from Alliance Salvaging And Procurement as we were assigned to locate an agent of the Venture Trading Company who had overstayed their welcome.

ASAP managed within the previous days to secure information about the activities of a Goblin cartel under the familiar name of The Venture Co, who was according to information, attempting to expand their business and development into the northern lands of Eastern Kingdoms. From previous contacts, they have been attempting to push in upon other groups of communities, outfits, or organizations.

Stromgarde was our gathering point before heading to the northern ridge of the highlands where the Dwarven craftsmen have cleared and constructed a tunnel through the ridge for the easier passage for supply and support routes. This time, the route was serving as a shortcut for a group of Goblins under the tag of the aforementioned cartel.

We intercepted a singular peculiar member of the cartel, a surveyor, littering the area with her tools of the trade while producing what in my opinion were quite some obnoxious tunes of entertainment. She was operating a brightly stylized Shredder while collecting data. She utilized low-quality mechanical companions to collect data easier, these were disposed of rather easily by skillful hands.

The Goblin in question was not acquainted with the idea of being intercepted which made us aware that she may not have meant to be alone, which was later confirmed by Ms. Summerstar, as the Goblin’s associates were intercepted on the other side of the tunnel by our Horde counterpart.

We managed to disable their means of transportation, a clunky Shredder, most likely well-loved if you make an assessment of the paint job and what seemed ribbons of appreciation. There was nothing of interest within this machine to claim.

After taking down this piece of equipment, things come a little hazier for me, as I was struck by debris upon the destruction of the mentioned machine. With a foggy memory, I am glad to inform you that I was promptly supported by a few others, among them Mr. Sunshadow and Ms. Shadegear, who with professional command managed to take care of the primary medical situation.

I was informed by the others assigned that the Goblin was handled professionally, as well as documents were secured from her belongings.

Upon my return to Stromgarde, I requested soldiers to return to the site and clear the path of the debris before I was, by a rather rude priest, commanded to return to Stormwind City for medical attention - an act I was planning to do already by the request of Ms. Shadegear.

Alliance Salvaging And Procurement would like to thank the contractors and staff who offered to assist us in the field.

Mr. & Mrs. Sunshadow.
Ms. Shadegear.
Mr. Deaglan.
Ms. Summerstar.
Mr. Tarquin.
Mr. Hydraske.
Ms. Vareya.
Mr. Haeiren.

Alas, these are not all the names, but I have not been properly introduced to one or two of the assigned ones. Something that needs to be rectified.

Note of Development: Managed to secure development plans of the Venture Co, as well as a few documents of investment and sales about northern territories, obviously attempting to sell before they had the product.

Note of Finances: As the deployment was not under the banner of Alliance Salvaging And Procurement but the Alliance, I was not offering additional rewards, though, I will be repaying the professional members of this deployment with a complimentary reward.

Note of Medical attention: An incident report will follow this report due to personal injury thankfully quickly assisted and managed by Ms. Shadegear.

Location: Medical Ward, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Signed,

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.

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Administrative Incident Report (AIR):

Name: Jeremy S. Lochton.
Title/Rank: Director.
Date: 14th day of the 11th month.
Location: Medical Ward, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.

Date of Incident (s): 13th day of the 11th month.
Location of Incident (s): Arathi Highlands.

Description: Mentioned in the most recent AOR, I, Jeremy S. Lochton, took the injury in the field due to projectile debris from the assisted disabling of a machine operated by a hostile member of Venture Trading Company.

Treatment: The primary situation was managed by Ms. Circil Shadegear, a rather skilled Gnomish operative who on the other hand, was supported by members of the AOR mentioned deployment. Ms. Shadegear managed to stabilize the situation with direct attention, as well as make sure my faculties were intact.

At the return to Stormwind City, I was put under treatment by medical personnel at the request of Ms. Shadegear, and the demand of a rather rude priest within Stromgarde. The medical team was able to conclude that I was to recover after some rest, though, I am to see myself as lucky due to my personal burden of the curse, or the debris would according to the professionals in the field, have been an abrupt end to my career.

Current Status: Recovery, Alive, confined to the medical ward.

Signature:

Director Jeremy S. Lochton.