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[Caellath]

"My death." Durand smirked, adjusting his half-moon glasses as he mused over the idea. "More like his own death; no one says the seneschal dies with his 'Lord'. Specially when said steward has alternatives and emergency triggers set."

He knew his father had sent him into his assignment to prove himself worthy of trust and show he would be able to make a small house be elevated to higher positions by his sweat and toil; at the same time, it had already been some time and his efforts had already bore many fruits, which the fat man and Lord of the house picked up joyfully. The time to become something more was approaching, and he supposed it wouldn't take long for him to fly with his own wings.

His smile turned warm as he passed by other servants of the house, offering them his silent condolences for serving the pig for more time than he did. If someone smart looked into the balance of power of house Nasem, they wouldn't be surprised to notice the young seneschal was pulling strings everywhere; from maids to security guards to Nasem's business partners, Durand had already tilted the favor of everyone towards him.

A seneschal from his house could be a blessing or a curse, depending on their own agenda; luckily for the fat slob, Durand wasn't interested in being a curse...He chuckled as he left the building, took to the streets and moved to the darker districts. As far as he knew, the scythe could be an imitation made by the killer himself (serial killers tended to be methodical and smart enough to leave few to no traces and spread misinformation), and so Durant decided to skip the merchants and move to the next logical step.

Talk to private protection agencies, such as mercenaries and bodyguards that are paid to protect merchants and rich people. Check if they have any useful information on the serial killer.

If they ask for cash in return for the info, remind them that protegees dying under their watch is harmful to business and Durand is helping them in a way - specially if he takes down the assassin but doesn't reveal it, allowing said agencies to keep making profit out of the atmosphere of fear.

[Tavik Toth]

((I wonder what the Neural Core does...))

[10ebbor10]

((I wonder what the Neural Core does...))

((Shipboard AI processor?))

[adwarf]

Miniturn: Robert (10ebbor10)

"Ah yes, I'll go into a bit more detail on the third stage o the plan. There are several objectives, the primary and main concern are disabling these drone fighters before the UM have a chance to use them, a plan where we manage to gain control of these fighters would be wonderful but as it stands if there is no other way then rig them to blow and run. Fire-team Alpha's objective once on board is  to make their way to the Phalanx's command center in the central part of the station and take control of it to provide aid to you, and prepare to disable the station itself by splitting off the outer sections.

Fire-team Bravo on the other hand has several objectives. The first of which is to secure the navigation and docking database on deck 25 of the Phalanx, this will allow them to escort your group, Robert, to the place where our information says the drones are being kept on deck 20. After the part ways with you they will take said database and destroy it, removing all record of our ships arrival, and deleting some of their vital voidmaps. With that done they will move to objective two and secure the data cores from the backup research lab databases on the station with that done the three groups will meet back up make their getaway while Fire-team Alpha's little stay in the command center takes effect.

All we need you and your friends to do Robert is get in, plant some explosives within the drone launch bays, and get the hell out before they explode. Other then the layout we have no precise details about the station's supplies, personnel, or the like. I don't like it but we're going in blind. If I were to guess the security on this station will be fairly good, somewhere around ten thousand UM personnel are within the station itself, and maybe five to six thousand in the connecting sections. My only advice is for you to expect everything short of air strikes and artillery support for the UM forces on board. Anymore questions?"

[Spinal_Taper]

Deniard stood up, doing some light stretches as he got to his feet. He frowned a little as he looked around. Yup. This certainly was a hell hole. He's not going to be making any more lady friends, not while he lived here. Welp, no way to improve without effort.
He'll start by checking out the hideout, explore the area. Look for any spare gear, any areas that may have tactical value.

[Tavik Toth]

Inspect my revolver while waiting. Also hum a Frank Sinatra song.

[10ebbor10]

Understood. Still, how long do I have to get everything ready, and do you provide the explosives, or do I have to procure them on my own.

Regardless of answer, arrange transport towards the planet's surface, visiting the black market dealer.

[adwarf]

Miniturn: Robert (10ebbor10)

"Yes, we'll send a few satchels loaded with C-7 Explosives with Fire-team Bravo so no need to worry about getting your own unless you feel safer doing so. As for how long, you have at most three days to prepare, if you don't reach that deadline our window closes and any attempt will end up with this entire asteroid turning to ash. As of now a division of the UM's first fleet is en-route to this system to put down the growing insurrection ... sadly this division is escorted by one of the UMs four dreadnoughts, the Sangra'sim IV. If we don't finish this job by then we may all end up dead ..."

Miniturn: Jack Hansan (Tavik Toth)

After arriving at the hideout you find Deniard busy searching through the junk in the caverns and decide to take a closer look at your family's revolver. Taking it from its holster you take a quick look and find it looks something like this ...

Spoiler: Revolver (click to show/hide)

With that done you try to hum a song by Frank ... wait who the hell is this guy your thinking of? You've never heard of someone with that kind of name in your life.

[Tiruin]

((Thanks for not skipping me somehow.

Tiruin is busy with exams. And all that.))

"I'm OK Zelnar," Isara said, noting concern all over his face. "Let's go."

As the two made their way down the stairs - the boy leading first - Isara couldn't help but reminisce on the times they spent together, through all the thick and thin of politics, economics and survival. How he willingly aided her unconditionally, and out of the good of his heart, and gave her privacy when asked.

Looking back, she smiled at how he picked the area for the 'night' view. It was spectacular: multicolored stars blinking in the distance, along with the telescope peeking out into distant nebulae of iridescent origin. It delighted her as if she was viewing it up close - for a backwater station such as this, she appreciated his gesture despite all those times she was apathetic to his aid.

Perhaps I've been too rough on the guy.
Maybe...its time to lighten up. I've a feeling things are about to change.

Checking the datapad as they alighted from the final step, the surrounding area was quite clean of debris. Now it was only time to meet the rest of the people here.

Only time would tell...again.

To the meeting!

[Tavik Toth]

help Deniard then wait for others to arrive.

"Why do I have the strangest feeling that something big is going to happen?"

[adwarf]

Well its Christmas Eve and as I always do with my RTDs, its present time! All players choose something (within reason of course) you'd like your character to get and I'll work with it and give you a gift

[Spinal_Taper]

Deniard looked down at his armor.
It's good, but I might want something a little bit tougher... And less gaudy
With that, he headed for the marketplace, on the lookout for scrap metal, leather and artificial armor fabrics.
((Yup. Armored stealth jumpsuit.))

[Taricus]

A combat hardsuit would be lovely. Power armour even more so

[Tavik Toth]

Hm...what's allowable?

[adwarf]

A combat hardsuit would be lovely. Power armour even more so

Power armour it is

Hm...what's allowable?

Follow Tari's example.