Since no vote changes happened, let’s flip a dice between A and C! Alright,
CC it is.
Roll d20 for what happens when you try to hint the wall:
1 to 2 = METEOR
3 to 7 = Corvis just thinks you’re crazy
8 to 13 = Nothing happens
14 to 17 = Corvis decides to think about this a bit more
17 to 20 = Corvis finds out about the Fourth Wall
Result: 16 → Wait and see!
“Captain Corvis,” Celling says. “What is the current date?”
Corvis seems very taken aback by this. “It’s… well… why do you ask?”
“Just tell me, as fast as possible,” Celling requests.
“...March 30, of course,” Corvis answers. “Celling, is there a point to this?”
“What is the maximum speed of this vessel?” Fansworth continued.
“Twenty-three knots. We’ll be traveling much slower to Antarctica, but-”
“Who was the previous King of Antarctica?” Celling asked. “What even are the powers of the king? In what order were the provinces of the Republic added?”
“Is there a point to asking all these questions?” Corvis demanded.
“Just think about them,” Fansworth suggested. “Notice things. Then you’ll see the reason behind all this.”
Corvis stares intently at him, then scowls. “Fine. Fine, I’ll think about it.”
Erin Quill stood on the cliffs, watching as the twisted remnants of the
John Philip Sousa sank.
Celling walked up behind him. “Bus is here. Time to go.”
“I’m still not certain how you
got here,” Corvis asks, climbing up the hill to his left. Fansworth follows.
“We’ll explain on the way back,” Quill says.
They stood in silence for a moment. “Did we get Jacob?” Quill finally asks.
“Jacob Eldin and one other hostile were captured, yes,” Corvis confirms. “Jacob is injured and possibly paralyzed. The other prisoner is unharmed.”
“After that blast wave?” Fansworth says. “They’re lucky to be alive.”
“These rebels seem to have a streak of getting lucky,” Corvis comments.
Epilogue“Is this a court-martial?” Erin Quill asks.
The throne room is slightly more occupied than the last time he was here. Enir Nest stands next to the throne of King Karastotz, arms folded carefully behind his back.
Leaning against a pillar to Celling’s left is Baron Adam Carr of Adelaide Island. Obviously not taking this seriously, he sips from a small glass of wine. Nobody else is drinking anything.
Not to be underestimated, Quill thinks.
He’s definitely here for something.Baron Andrei Stevenson, of Australia, stands opposite him. Aged and bearded, he contrasts with the young-looking Carr. Known for his sharp questions about the King’s control of the provinces, Stevenson was visiting the capital to discuss matters of government in Australia.
Erin Quill, Mira Kethalyn, Wenton Celling, and Edward Fansworth stand in the center of this group. All eyes are upon them.
“Because if it’s a court-martial, I’m going home,” Quill says. “I’m not actually in the military command structure.”
“For someone not in the command structure, you seem to spend an awful lot of your time commanding,” Stevenson responds.
“I was given control over the pursuit of the Drimoxi rebel cell due to my experience with the tools they were going to use to destroy the Republic,” Quill shoots back.
“Enough,” Karastotz cuts in. “To answer your question, Quill, this is
not a court-martial. This is an informal meeting to discuss some questions we have regarding your actions of the past three months.”
“I’ll summarize the events in question, just to make sure everyone’s on the same page,” Nest says. “A group of terrorists, led by a man known as Samael Drimoxi, stole some samples of a mineral known as Andantesite. This mineral allows the manipulation of gravity, by means not yet fully understood. Erin Quill found that the Andantesite could have been used to destabilize the wormhole placed between South America and Antarctica, leading to a… what words did you use, Quill?”
“Instant obliteration of known civilization,” Quill supplied. “Conversion of upwards of 70% of the wormhole’s effective mass into energy. My prior estimates of the ionizing radiation produced may have been on the high side, but it’s definitely enough to wipe out a large part of both continents.”
“So for the last ten years we’ve all been living on a gigantic mass-energy bomb?” Carr interjects.
Quill glared at him. “The wormhole is a “bomb” in the same way that a train is a “ramming weapon”. It’s only dangerous if manipulated very precisely and very maliciously.”
“But a train doesn’t run over an entire city at once,” Stevenson adds. “It seems prudent to move our end. Outside of the city, at least.”
“The entire point of the wormhole link was secure communications,” Erin counters. “Moving it anywhere but our command center completely defeats that.”
“We can discuss this later,” Karastotz notes. “Nest, continue with your report.”
Nest nods. “In any case, Celling joined in soon after, citing a personal interest in the case, namely one Armen DeMarco, who defected to the rebels and had some prior relationship with Celling.”
“You mean he disobeyed orders to chase down his traitorous ex-girlfriend,” Carr summarized. “And got promoted for it.”
Celling glared at him. Nest paused briefly, and continued. “In the course of carrying out this investigation, Celling made contact with a secret group calling themselves the Protinam, which had the ability to see the future. They are led by one David Eborrenial-"
"Who sounds like a massive, gaping security vulnerability bar none, if you ask me," Carr says. "We should be tracking him down."
Karastotz looks at Erin Quill. "Quill, your final reports on David Eborrenial are somewhat ambiguous. What do you know about his whereabouts, and what do you believe are his motivations?"
What do you tell them about David?A: "I really don't know where he is or if he even survived the meteor impact."
B: "I'm pretty sure he's out there, somewhere, but I'm not sure where."
C: "He was last seen teleporting straight into the blast zone. I think we can safely say we've seen the last of him."
And what about his motivations? A: Say that you aren't sure.
B: Say that he's probably working for the good of the people and we shouldn't mind him.
C: Say that he's to be treated as an enemy and arrested on sight.
D: Say that you don't know what he wants, but tracking him down so you can ask is probably prudent.
I'm expecting a lot of write-in for this one, as these choices are probably too restrictive.