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[Ardas]

It was yet another of the many electoral speeches, supporting one candidate against nother, with planetary governors pledging their support ot whomever they find most fitting.
But unlike others, who were merely satisfied with ticking off of the boxes, Arthur was prepared to speak his mind. He disliked corporations and sly moneymen, thier worth not backed up by their deeds, but by their wealth which was suprefluous.

With interfeed transmission prepared and the studio ready to receive the speech, President Vandelay moved onto the stand and begun:

Spoiler: The speech (click to show/hide)

"Citizens of Valeria and Federation! Heads of states and governors of federated worlds! Right now we are faced with a choice of a leader for the next term, to lead the human commonwealth into continued peace and prosperity.
I know many of you are lovers of peace, just as I am, and I know many of you are perhaps more sophisticated than me. You have your opinions and preferences, but we must remebver that the choice of a leader is not only a matter of fancy, but of hard, cold and necessary analysis. Mayn of you know that I hacve placed my vote behind General Versen. It was an obvious choice for me, but for reason more than just purely ogf preference.
We must look at the state of humanity now, the prospects of the sector and the fate of civlilization. Despite relative quiet in inner worlds, we must not forget that majority of humans live in the outer sphere, inhabit many colonies and eke out their exsitence on the surface of unforgiving alien worlds. They are besieged by rebels of various kind, monstrous aliens and the uncertainty of the deep space. How are we to help them? Federation is vast and despite many differences within, we are able to present a united front of humanity, a glorious bulwark that will establish peace and security and will sweep all that threaten the citizens and leaders alike.
My choice of Versen is dictated by his experience in matters of war, but also security and peace. Federation needs peacekeeping that will give space to business and culture to grow. Our president has to be our watchful protector. He has to be a man that has the experience and knowledge and can wield it to protect our interests and enable growth in places that were hostile federal citizens.

There fore I urge you once more: do not hesitste to vote for General Versen! Federation is there to protect us, and we need someone to wield that power! We cannot be ensared by private interests or corporate manipulations that leave outer world unprotected! Let us bring our strength against the hostile universe, let us carve out a new age of peace and prosperity, just as our ancestors did when they founded this Federation and settled our worlds."

In addition ot my vote, give public support to candidature of General Versen.

[thatkid]

((Ya know whats funny? I didn't notice that Foster was a pc till now.))

Zhaj entered this supposed Earther's 'humble' abode and immediately saw that the people here were off for some task or something. The Chronicler inquired around, and soon found Mr Foster in the hangar of the buidling.

Zhaj entered the hangar and found himself looking out to a few ships and men, scurrying around seemingly preparing for a mission. This so-called Lord was not complacent, at the very least. He scanned the area and soon found Mr Foster not on a throne or in a cozy office, but by a ship directing his men. Here was the Lord of New Earth.

He well, looked the part. He seemed like a living stone, and it would have been appropriate to have said that he could have withstood a storm, should one come. His lines and greyed hair too added to the image, making him seem experienced with age. Suffice to say, Zhaj could check-off 'physically heroic attributes' on his list.

Zhaj cautiously walked up to the man and his deputy, Zhaj thought, bowed and interrupted.

"Lord Foster? I'm sorry for the interruption, but I need to speak to you..." Zhaj pulled out a small pen with a curious pattern, the galactic symbol for the Chroniclers. "This Chronicle is about your supposed origins as an Earther, sir."

"Entirely unsubstantiated, I am sure," the Admiral calmly replied, turning to look Zhaj over as he crossed his arms over his chest, with a light sniff, chin lifting. Then, with little in the way of interest, steely gaze flicking back over to a group of crewmen as they brought weapons aboard the ship, "Will that be all?"

[filiusenox]

Examine abberant's coding, schematics and maintenence schedules.

[10] There's a strange lack of information on the Abberant...in fact it doesn't seem like this is an actual model of Synth. [4] The moment you seem to arrive to this conclusion, he begins to head towards the main fusion reactor, slipping away from the other miners. [7] But there's plenty of time before he arrives

Send the requested files and summary over to Hayes later on

See if the three non-Hayes voters of the party could be convinced to change their minds

Tell the Party that the AFP's official endorsement goes to Maxwell Hayes - which will unlikely surprise anyone - and write a recommendation praising his additions to science and society, especially compared to the old Lord-President and his rather conservative views

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[10] You later receive a message back from Hayes, who thanks you, almost greatly, for linking him with this young man. He seems a tad excited, wearing casual clothes splotched with grease and ink, and holding a large wrench.
[6] They could be persuaded to change their minds, if the party supported a rebuilding campaign in each of their homelands, which are apparently quite decrepit and run-down. For [2] Acredits of support, they would happily change their minds.

[8] Your report and endorsement are well received by Hayes' supporters, and the report is written eloquently enough to be interesting, but simple enough for the common folk to read, boosting his popularity further.

Try to gather more information on the situation then get transportation to a space station or planet near the democratic planet under attack.

[1] There is no news from the planet, just a single advertisement of it wishing for more mercs or soldiers. But, your digging around on the Interfeed about other planets seem to have alerted someone. [8] Luckily, you get wind of the federal ship coming to pick you up before it even enters the system. [2] But your Mech is under the guard of jumpsuited young man with [3] a large bit of pipe, who whacks the metal of Godsplitter's leg every now and then.

Markactl watched as the charges detonated and the rebel citadel collapsed into
"Except... question. What is this?"

He held up a picture of the rebel mech.

"Not mentioning mech when hiring. Question how mere rebels acquiring advanced mech technology. Thinking maybe bigger stakes than claimed- thinking maybe extra payment, otherwise maybe having problem we."

[5] "I don't know where they got it, and I don't care. I suspect it was a merc anyway..."

The admiral shrugs, looking a bit pleased with himself, regardless of how much he actually did.

[8] "And your pay of three Acredits will be credited to your account, as promised. With a bonus of perhaps a half of one."
 

[NUKE9.13]

"Chhhh... fine. Three and half A-Credit. Next, knowing what technology enemy has, before hiring."

Markactl shut off the viewscreen.

"Ozomatli scum. Jannetco! Getting analysis rebel mech specs!"

"Analysis getting, king. Finding mech, we."

"Good. Wanting talk with him."

Search for information on rebel mechs.

[Caellath]

Emmanuel snickered as he saw the person guarding the mech. At least they weren't properly equipped, but a young opponent with a pipe could still prove to be a problem. In these times, he wish he had paid more attention to those Systema classes, although he was sure he still remembered one move or two. Right?

Quietly try to sneak up to the man and prepare to attack in case is needed, but get close to the mech.

[Taricus]

Send a security detachment to the main reactor, Stop the abberant from reaching the main reactor at all costs!

[micelus]

"Really? At least the Sol system then? Or perhaps one of your parents...?"

[filiusenox]

Search for information on rebel mechs.

[5] Your men find nothing but a name on a single sheet of burnt paper, smelling the ink, they inform you the pilot's name was Jonah Houston. [4] You call in your contacts...or whatever it is you have, and search the interfeed, but can't find a single lick of information on this man/woman/creature.
[?] But, while surfing the interfeed, you find something interesting, another job; it seems a planet is under attack from a far greater force than their own, weak military, and are hiring any Mercs they can to help fight and win.

In addition to my vote, give public support to candidature of General Versen.

[2] Midway through the beginning of your live speech a freak solar storm cuts you off the air. [3] And it seems the entire planet has been blacked-out, lacking communications with the rest of the sector, for now. [5] Apparently this will stay this way for five days or so, nothing to worry about.

Quietly try to sneak up to the man and prepare to attack in case is needed, but get close to the mech.

[5 vs 4] You manage to get close to the mech, but can barely move without alerting the young man, who from this distance, looks...well, more like a young, thin woman with short-cut hair. She continues to walk around, but doesn't seem to bang the pipe against the mech anymore, in fact, she glances about, before making to climb up into it.

Send a security detachment to the main reactor, Stop the abberant from reaching the main reactor at all costs!

[5] The detachment arrives to the main reactor, barely managing to beat the Abberant reaching it. [1 vs 3+2 ] In the ensuing firefight, between security forces and Abberant, who seems to be a master at using a set of .60 caliber revolvers to mow down the forces, your forces lose, falling to the ground with sparks of finality as their systems overheat or explode from the damage.

[6 vs 1] He steps up to the Reactor, pulling a large, set of wires and explosive material strapped together, and placing it on it, setting it to explode within twenty minutes, before turning and hurrying out the door, putting a round into a security bot as it claws meekly at his feet. It gives your people plenty of time to disarm the bomb and get rid of [8 vs 6] Your forces once more catch up with him a while later, and surround him, leveling a number of weapons on him.
His red-eyes glimmer in the light, and his revolvers shine dangerously.

The Council of the Federation of Human Worlds has been called to assembly.

[Ardas]

A message is sent to Miss Alea that she is invited to see President Vandelay. Its a striclty business matter, if she is interested.

[Taricus]

Disarm the assailant and attempt to capture them alive. If capture is not possible, killing the target is an acceptable backup. Make sure the forces all attack at once and uses variable elevations to avoid any counterattacks that could take out a signifigant portion of our forces. More reinforcements are to be sent in.

[NUKE9.13]

Search for information on rebel mechs.

[5] Your men find nothing but a name on a single sheet of burnt paper, smelling the ink, they inform you the pilot's name was Jonah Houston. [4] You call in your contacts...or whatever it is you have, and search the interfeed, but can't find a single lick of information on this man/woman/creature.
[?] But, while surfing the interfeed, you find something interesting, another job; it seems a planet is under attack from a far greater force than their own, weak military, and are hiring any Mercs they can to help fight and win.

"Uselessness! Jonah Houston fake name. Keeping looking!"
"Looking, King. Looking looking"
The lackey ran off. Markactl turned back to the viewscreen. Strange message. Then again, all Ozomatli were strange. He called over the navigator.
"Plotting course to planet. Maybe fighting takes mind off of mechs."

Keep an ear open for that rebel mech. Meanwhile, let's check out that planet. Full speed ahead, risks be damned!

[filiusenox]

Disarm the assailant and attempt to capture them alive. If capture is not possible, killing the target is an acceptable backup. Make sure the forces all attack at once and uses variable elevations to avoid any counterattacks that could take out a signifigant portion of our forces. More reinforcements are to be sent in.

[2] The moment your men step close to him, he raises the gun, and, before they or anyone else can even hear the click, the bullet rips through the chassis of one of your synth security bots.
[2] Then your bots unload their clips...into the wall behind the man, who simply crouches, continuing to fire upon the forces, ripping them to shreds with ease, the loud bangs from the huge revolvers filling the air.
[9] Finally, one of the Synth scores a headshot...which goes right through the man's head, hitting the wall right behind him.
He grins, then, speaking simply and softly, "Thanks for the fun, gotta run!"
[10 vs. 10] Then, a few hundred yards away, a shuttle takes off, a man in a red greatcoat just about to slip inside, the revolver shining as a shell rips through the head of the last security bot. But, you, yourself, manage to hook a tracker into it's software, allowing you to follow the vehicle as it flies past your radar.

[10] You track the shuttle to a run-down space station, orbiting a dead planet in the last orbit of your system.

Keep an ear open for that rebel mech. Meanwhile, let's check out that planet. Full speed ahead, risks be damned!

[5] You make sure to keep a shell open for the mech, and your rewarded by an image of an immaculate, black mecha docking at some space station turned Spacer-Bar. [9] You hop into D:13 space, feeling a rising sense of nausea as the ship flies through the pitch black void without silly things like gravity or mass or weight causing problems.
[7] When you arrive in orbit around the greyish, yellow planet, you notice a number of ship hulls and parts forming a ring around the planet, hovering as silent tombs.

[4] After being ignored by the planet as you hail them, a single ship, looking for all the world dead and burnt out, as large as your own capital ship, if not larger, with... protrusions that seem to wiggle and squirm through the thick metal of it's hull, sets a course for your own.

[Taricus]

Hack the station's controls, get all incoming and outgoing traffic logs along with security feeds. Also trace the station's owner's ID.

[NUKE9.13]

"Hmm. Firing all EMP missiles. Preparing boarding party."
"But King... if Feds hearing, problems..."
"Never feds hearing this far out. Controlling bridge. Joining boarding party, I."

Fire EMPs at the strange ship, and launch a boarding party.

[Shootandrun]

Leak the footage and info found about Regina Mays all over the Federation net and in various less-than-respectable news services - as an anonymous source, of course.