You (and by you I mean Glass and all his friends) have chosen
AA.
Roll 2d6, -1 for political, where:
2- = The backlash ousts you from office!
3 to 4 = The public does not take it well, and you’ll suffer consequences
5 to 6 = The news results in the beginning of movements against Quill - this will come up again
7 to 10 = No good or ill effects
11+ = People are impressed by your honesty. +1 Political
In addition, if a prime number is rolled, a motion to blanket-ban all biological augmentation on humans is proposed.
Results: 5 + 1 - 1 = 5 → Lock him up!
“You really didn’t need to release that apology,” Nest tells Quill.
They are standing on the deck of the
AMS Edward Elgar, a fast passenger vessel bound for Montevideo. From there it’s a short trip by rail to Andes High Command and the planar rift. It’s a sunny, slightly windy morning.
“Yes we did. I’m not going to wait for someone
else to dig up the fact that I rubber-stamped the Cherub project,” Quill replies.
“Nobody was going to dig it up,” Enir Nest insists. “With all the chaos lately, everyone would believe that a couple of scientists would go rogue and create the Cherubs all by themselves.”
“It’s been used for blackmail once already. Keeping secrets about it raises too much a risk of that happening again.”
“In exchange for what? There’s already movements to have you ousted from office.”
Erin Quill gestures dismissively. “I was going to catch some flak for this either way. At least they know the truth.”
“And movements to ban all research into biological augmentation,” Nest presses. “That means no talking dogs, and maybe no resurrection serum.”
“I’m not even sure the resurrection serum
works,” Quill says. “Anyways, I don’t think that movement’s going to get anywhere.”
“I hope you’re right,” Nest says. He looks around at the dock and shoreline. “You know, we’ve caused quite a media stir. The Guardian of the State, the Royal Master of Sciences, and the Baron of Australia going to negotiate a treaty with a new world-”
“Wait, Baron Stevenson’s going with us?” Quill asks.
Nest shrugs. “Apparently your suggestion of making a protectorate out of some of his territories was received well. He wants to be part of the negotiations. In fact, I’ll go see if he’s boarded now.”
Erin Quill watches as Nest turns and walks away, then stands alone near the railing.
A few minutes later, he hears a distinctive hiss-whoosh and spins around.
“Nice view, right, Erin?” David says, gesturing at the shoreline. His left hand is still clamped around the Key of Taloc, its red core quiescent in a cage of gray metal. Behind him, the whirlwind of light he just emerged from diminishes and dissipates.
“David,
why are you here?” Erin Quill demands.
“Oh wait,” David responds. “Are we at war now? Sorry, I’m kind of out of the loop on that.”
“We’re not,” Quill answers. “Although we might be close. Enir Nest wants you locked up and researched for your teleportation ability.”
“That won’t work,” David says. “I can only teleport because I have the Secondborn’s energy supply. Without an equivalent reserve of power, you wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“Still, he wants you out of the picture, so you’d best lay low for a while.”
“The Protinam have been laying low for hundreds of years, Erin, I can handle myself,” David replies. “By the way, the Pillar of Time - our big beacon thingy - is at these coordinates.” He hands Quill a slip of paper with some numbers written on it. “I’ve deactivated the traps surrounding it, but it’s on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, so nobody’s going to steal it. And I disassembled the cult made by the last guy to use this Key,” he continues, looking at the Key of Taloc.
“But none of that is why I’m here.” David looks sharply at Quill. “You - you, and all of
you, said that you wanted to resurrect Anna.
Do you still want to? And if so, why and how?”
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