Head up to the local government records and ask to see population, economy and military figures of New Earth, saying that as a Chronicler, I have permission to record these into a chronicle. After doing so, failing or not, look for the residence of my target.
[4] You receive very informative, dull information concerning the population of the planet, which is around two million souls, living under the sea, the military figures are classified, however, and the economy is doing well for itself, no real trouble.
[6] You are pointed to Foster's capital building. ((TK~))
Check datapad for informations on a safehouse for the few mechs from the organization. If no information is found, try to scoop up relevant news around the station or find another escapee.
[8-10] besides the single mech in storage, the Family had no mechs at all, simply due to the high-cost of buying, maintaining and training of the pilot.
[2] Your listening in has made a few people watch you closely, and despite the good will, you have the feeling that they'd report you at a moment's notice, simply due to the fact you have a camera and transmitter hidden in the wall of your room. [3] There's no news at all about any others who escaped.
Blast the citadel with barely-legal weaponry and send in the troops (both regiments). Markactl will lead the assault personally. No mercy. Just destruction.
[2] The citadel barely shakes from the sustained-firepower of the weaponry, and as soon as your shuttle lands, your swept into the vicious, bloody fray, the air hanging heavy with the smell of cordite and blood. [10+2+2 vs 6+3] The battle to secure the gate of the citadel is quick, bloody and terrifying to the rebels, many getting slaughtered where they stand by crude hand-axes and blades, being cut down in droves. [7+2+2 vs 1+2] The onslaught continues into the corridors of the citadel, the rebels apparently ill-prepared for close-combat, rounds seeming to glance off of your people's shells as they fire frantically.[10+2+2 vs. 5+1] The rebels retreat further back, signalling for surrender, before you and your men step in, slaughtering the entire last room, the rest is hatchling play to stalk down and kill the rest, right down to the last man, woman and child.
[8] You fought well, and hard, being on the front-lines despite the fact everyone aimed for the alien in sunglasses, slaughtering at least three dozen armed soldiers, and un-numbered civilians.
-Send a private message to General Varen or Versen or whatever the hell it is, informing him that my fleet is at the ready, should the planets and systems under his control require assistance whilst he is on the campaign trail.
[7+1] The good General nods absently, and you can hear mortar fire coming from somewhere behind him, the feed flickering every now and then. A large, ornate sword is in one of his hands, and in the other is a large sawn-off shotgun, held in a heavily armored gauntlet, the general himself looks worn-down, a bandage wrapped around his head, obscuring all but one eye.
"No need for that, Admiral. But I appreciate the offer. The blockade fleet is broken and we're jus-" a boom echoes through the building, masonry dust falling about his shoulders, he sighs,
"I have to go check on something. We'll speak later..."Then the feed fades to black.
All navy personnel are supplied with libido-diminishing pills. they have no side effects apart from eliminating your sex drive. cuts out bad behaviour and improves efficiency. It's a protptype drug, still to be adjusted.
[2] News gets leaked of this drug, which rapidly spreads to the Interfeed. [1] As soon as it's heard of, Navies around the sector begin to protest it. [10] By doing nothing at all, but there is some discontent, and your fleet captains eye you strangely now.
Action: Set course for Valeria with my trade fleet
[~] You arrive within one week of the message.
[Charisma] Magnus begins endorsing Maxwell Hayes through speeches to be broadcast throughout the federation.
[Organized crime] Through unofficial channels, the asgardian government starts looking for any past scandals or potential scandals that could be used against Versen or Mays.
Two tier one cities are founded on Asgard, named Beowulf and Thor.
[3+1] During your speech endorsing Hayes, the teleprompter shuts off, leaving you to improvise most of your carefully planned speech, resulting in a less than eloquent endorsement. [9+1] Despite the low quality, you pull some contacts and intimidate some people, and the feed is broadcasted on more than a hundred channels, sector-wide, many of them newsfeeds, but quite a few not.
[5+1] Your endorsement rings true, as many other planetary leaders line up to support Maxwell Hayes.
[10+1-5=6] You find a very candid log of Mayes' encounters in a virtual reality sex program, as well as numerous images and videos of her participating in acts that would shame many.
[1+1-5=-3] When trying to find infor-mation on the good general, your people return from various data-bases with nasty burns and cuts, citing the computer shocking them or even exploding. Later that night, the General links with your feed, blood seeping from various bandages wrapped across his bare chest, a large powered-gauntlet holding a sawn-off that any of your thugs would kill to own, tapping it softly against his thigh.
"Is there a problem, here?"
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