Nah, Local Nobles who picked up gunrunning and drug trafficking. They were also in charge of a vast majority of legal Chemical trades, thanks to you.
["Emma out."] Is all she replies, and you finish off the plate of curried beans on rice. The Automaton takes the plate, and Cephie gives you a nod as you make to leave.
"Don't be a stranger! I had fun last night." She calls after you, as you take unsteady steps out on to the landing pads. First things first -- finding and petting Mitch. Playing with the beast is out of the question. He enjoys physical activities more than anything, and you've the feeling that might rip open your chest --
Speaking of which...
[10][12] You wince as some of your inner flesh and organs work themselves back together, having to come to a lean on a hovercraft as the pain nearly forces you into unconsciousness. You take a deep breath, feeling your insides settle themselves more comfortably against real flesh instead of carbon mesh. The wound across your chest, across your muscles, is still there, but you feel more steady.
Mitch's room, you come to learn, has not been moved. You also find out that she's assigned Thornton servants to bring him food and clean up after him. You head to the room in question, finding Mitch laying on a mattress, chewing on a nutrient cube. Two strong-looking young men lounge nearby. They dip their heads politely, before returning to enjoy what looks like a makeshift game of cards. Mitch finishes eating before he bounds over to you. He's up to your thigh now, with feet two sizes too big for his body. His eyes, you note, have turned a pale shade of blue. His fur, as well, is changing colors -- a rusty red merging with the natural colors of the wall. The pattern swirls around him.
He's also starting to drool everywhere -- and after a playful nip of your hand that draws blood, he contents himself with being pet.
You end up petting him for a while, looking out the great window that faces a cliff. It's not the best view, of course, but there's sunlight for him to lounge in. He chews on a few bones that lay scattered around, crunching down hard on them with his teeth, devouring marrow and fragment alike.
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1200] 12/19/2011
Personal Time: 6 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You are missing an arm
You have a patched hole in your chest.
Cohesion: 80%
You are peckish.
On Hand: Mark 15 Battle Armor Gauntlet (Active, Incompatible:Override)
Hands: A single leather glove.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [20 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [20 meters]Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Great
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Slayer's Blade : Initiated
Healing Factor: Initiated
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Adept
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Silicon Sunder: Novice
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable ? ? ?
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Ruled Nation: Pheonix's Holy Fortress-State
A dominant power on McCreary's Planet, despite its recent foundation. Currently pursuing a policy of aggressive reclamation.
-Ruled by a council, headed by yourself.
-Theocratic Dictatorship
-The citizens revere you as their new God.
Organization: The Children of SEED
Ten individuals, with the minds of automata and the bodies of men and women. Their very presence grates on your nerves.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma, radio.
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*
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
Servant, Friend?: Cephie Laviosier.
--An ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon based structures.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Evacuation*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Consort: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Coordinating Thornton Family Evacuation*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A bristly furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future. His fur is a rusty red, mixed with brownish gray. His eyes are starting to be tinged with bright, electric blue.
-10/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-5/50 Respect
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