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Voting closed: January 04, 2021, 02:28:47 am

[Naturegirl1999]

“Of course we will help you deal with the cult. It is a danger to everyone, save the [plague] which is an enemy to everyone that isn’t it”

[19_EgarAlnis]

[-] "Wonderful. Kick some of that military funding my way then." Xavier rises to his feet. "We'll be in touch if I figure anything out. Maybe William can finally rede--" He bursts out laughing, "Sorry, I couldn't even finish that sentence without laughing."

"Keep the captive. Some of my men may have sympathy, and I have better things to do than babysit." He pauses, looking over at you, "Unless you know anything else about the location of these cultists? Or have a better idea?"

[Naturegirl1999]

How many credits do we have?
If we have them, give 60 credits to Xavier

[Superdorf]

Let's not blow our pocket change just yet. Still need to pay off that "apology donation" and all.

"I've a couple people I might be able to poke for information... I'll let you know what I find. Other than that, you know as much as I do."

[19_EgarAlnis]

You think better of bribing him -- he's being legal about these things, after all, and you think such a move would insult him more than help your case.

Xavier grunts, lifting a hand in a goodbye wave as he leaves the ruins of the building. Four Guardians return to haul out the corpses of your two guards, and you're left there in silence.

"So that's the famous Xavier Mack." Emma finally breaks the silence, glancing to William, who nods.

"Why do we have a standing bounty protecting his family again?"

"Do you want that bastard unhinged?"

You slump into a seat, breathing a sigh.

What now?

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [2415 11/17/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.

You feel comfortable in your second skin.
You're wired.

Cohesion: 86%
You are satiated.
You are in peak physical shape.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
On Shoulders:A blood red half-cloak
Strapped across your chest: A worn shield belt. 1/5
Beneath your gorget: A blood red kevlar mesh.
Strapped to your shoulder: A heavy assault SMG, painted gold and black.500/500
In a sheath:An inscribed bone-handled, combat long knife.
In a holster: A dull, gray las-gun pistol.250/250
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
Ankle: A knife sheath with a well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
In belt: 5 las-gun rifle magazines.
In satchel: Three auto-syringes of modified 'Ballistic', five auto-syringes of 'modified' sleeping medicine, five auto-syringes of 'modified' tranquilizers, one las-gun repair kit, with extra focusing barrels and lenses, five las-gun rifle magazines, five las-gun pistol magazines

Spoiler: Powers and Skills (click to show/hide)

Overload: Qualified
Bird of Sol's Reign: Apprentice
Conquerer's Aura: Apprentice.
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
-Endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient

Spoiler: Wealth (click to show/hide)

89.38 credits] in local currency.

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

Array

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.

Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)

Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*

Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by ? ? ?
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)

Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*


Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently assassinating key political opponents.*

Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders

Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*

Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)

Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family


Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect

Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost

[Naturegirl1999]

It was going to be the apology donation

[ZBridges]

I think we should recover the bodies of our guards for burial and funerals and determine who is now the acting commander of the personal guard.

[Superdorf]

Hm, we had the Pontifex take Xavier off our kill-list-- I'm suddenly wondering if he should've stayed there. Guy could prove real dangerous, especially if he figures out who's behind Iyal's doings...

"That was embarrassing-- I haven't had to swallow my pride so hard since Rodstadt. Will of cast iron, that one's got."

...

Sigh. "Anyway. We'd best get Jack here back to compound, rest for the morning... do you know where you want to set your Warmachines for the night, William?"

[19_EgarAlnis]

You pass over the credits to Emma, explaining to her that they are the apology donation. She dips a nod, sticking them into her wallet with a, "I'll head to Guardian Central HQ and deposit it there in the morning, Phebe."

"And yeah...that was painful to watch." Emma shakes her head, "And he's not easy to intimidate like the Pontifex...man walks around with no gun for a reason, I guess."

William scowls, tossing a wad of bills over to Emma as well. "SEED, I've paid for more widows and orphans than I've made. I need to get like, a discount or something. Like the commercial ships do -- kill two Guardians, the third is free!" He shakes his head, rising up and pulling a document from his pocket, tossing it over to you. "Here! Happy Birthday."

"Wh-what?" You stutter, confused. "I don't have a--" Its the deed to the bar, one Michael's Public House. The Bartender's eyes go wide, but he doesn't say anything, rubbing at his forehead. You assume he's Michael.

"Damages have already been paid for. Our new friend there is going to make this place Warmachine accessible...as for that, when you recover from this, radio your orders. Emma mentioned something about new recruits and laborers? We haven't got the 'factory' set up yet." William leans over on the bar, snagging one of the intact bottles of vodka, "Didn't you say you were going to get permission to start using SEED supplies?"

"Working on it. Where are you setting your Warmachines, anyways?" You change the topic, still confused about the deed.

"We've got a barracks set up in a warehouse, right next to the smuggler's pad we use. We're setting up our Warmachine factory nearby that. I've been buying up all the property I can find around that section, to give us better control."

[ZBridges]

"Can you bring my guards' bodies back to the compound?  I don't want to leave them here to rot.  There must be something we can do to improve their survivability..."

[Superdorf]

That's ah, being taken care of already.

Four Guardians return to haul out the corpses of your two guards, and you're left there in silence.

Nod. "Perfect; I'll meet with those recruits early tomorrow, then, and escort them your way. Didn't get exact numbers, but we had a pretty good crowd assembled-- should be enough to get the ball rolling."

[19_EgarAlnis]

"Production will be slow until we start getting more resources in. We're having to rip apart las-guns for the parts." William explains with a shrug. "It's slow going."

"Phebe? Is there anything you want me to do on that front?" Emma asks, idly. "I could start seeing what resources SEED has for production, and what we can divert to the radio towers and Warmachines."

[Superdorf]

Grin. "'Phebe'... your brother's rubbing off on you a bit, I think! You two getting along alright these days?"

"That'd be perfect though. If we nationalize this project, really draw from what the City has to offer... we could field these machines in battalions. A force fit to match a horde of [insects], one on one."

[VoidSlayer]

Most lasguns come in packages sent out by SEED, if we could just grab the raw materials as its produced by SEED it would be more efficent.

[19_EgarAlnis]

"You're right-- how about I start calling you Phe-Phe instead? Emma retorts flashing a grin and glancing over to William, who rolls his eyes.

"Yeah. A lot of things seem petty when you have eternity in front of you." Emma opines, and William grunts in agreement to both statements.

"That is the plan." William murmurs. "Anything else you need from me, Lady Pheobe, or am I good to go?"