["I'm sleeping on the ship tonight. We made a friend."] You calmly broadcast to the Null, who, in turn, no doubt transmits the news to Nicole -- there's a flurry of thunks and pops as the mic is jostled and apparently dropped, before your grandmother's voice echoes out.
["Right. If we don't see you in a the next twenty-four, I'm blowing this entire crater to Paradise."] Nicole gently warns. ["So if you are being held hostage or otherwise inconvenienced by whatever you found in there, you should escape before then. Otherwise, have a good night, Pheobe."]
There's a pause, and the mic is dropped again, followed by the Null reporting, politely, stiffly. ["I will keep an eye on Nicole Gainer, Mother Pheonix. We'll make contact if there's any trouble."]
You and Cephie follow Murdach into the lift, having to hug the edges of the elevator to give the giant enough room. He's silent, facing forward. The two of you follow suite, and eventually you step out into a long, metallic corridor, full of rounded edges and foam covering, and into the cryo-bay.
A mass of people mill despondently. They drift towards the cryopods that contain nothing but corpses or skeletons. Men, women, and children alike mourn quietly. You watch Murdach pause. "This is the worst part of bein' a leader, young queen." He drawls to you, softly and sadly. Then his voice booms out over the crowd. "The fuck' you lot doin', huh?! Are your tears goin' to bring them back? You lot got some magic in you you haven't told me about? Huh!? We're dead in the damn dirt -- how are you goin' to cry without water? Get your shit straight and get to work -- speak with your Crew Leaders and get to work! We're bloody Pirates. Death is the cost of life-- get to it!"
The crowd is stunned. No one speaks, even as their fists clench and their jaws tighten and work. Anger burns brightly. But the logic of the Captain's statement rings true. A few minutes pass, and work crews are formed, setting off to various parts of the ship. "'ey, Morganson, find these two highborn ladies a big room --" His speech cuts off as the rainbow-haired youth draws close. Dark eyes in dark skin look over the two of you, and a grin splits his lips.
"Yes, Captain." Morganson turns to you, setting off down the corridor.
"Enjoy the night, Patches!" Murdach calls after you.
The room is stately, if dusty. It was one of the ones that was sealed, and, after Morganson presses a few fingers to his wristpad, he explains, "This used to be the chief navigator's quarters. He didn't wake up. The nicest unoccupied space we got."
Everything is lavish in this room. The bed is a red wood that gleams in the light. There are various pieces of fine art plundered from a dozen different styles and cultures. The floors have a carpet on them -- and the blankets on the bed are soft and silky, etched with gold and a shimmering, rainbow-hued silk that reflects light a dozen different ways. A monitor hangs above a wrought iron desk that curls itself from the carpet like the finest ivy, and another monitor lies nearby a comfortable couch.
"Lady Patches -- other lady. Food will be around as soon as the cook and quartermaster get around to it. If you have need of anything, there's a console by the door. There's a shower on this corridor, can't miss it, if you need to refresh yourself. As far as I can tell, you two are...y'know, mortally unbound, so try not to get angry. Rooms' on lend and all that."
"Right. Thank you." You murmur, politely, examining the display of the console by the desk. "I can use this to send communications out of system?"
"Aye. Hooked up to the main network and the Empyre."
You nod, giving him a smile. He gives a slight nod, then turns and leaves you alone. The lights flicker, but Cephie claims the couch, pulling out her datapad. "You get the bed, I'll get the couch. You probably have about an hour to send a message without someone monitoring your transmission...here." She tosses the datapad over to you, and you glance down. Its a list of names and connection numbers. "Order of assumed closeness to this system. You'll be routed a bit, but those are contacts for above the table operations for each group that your siblings command."
- Rupert 'Rupahz' Sol
- Ashley 'Ashes' Sol
- Duxon Sol
- Mont Sol
- Luny Sol
- Aiden Sol
- Flinn Sol
- Aera Sol
- Jax Sol
- Aras Sol
There's a routing code for Magnus too, at the bottom of the page.
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1900] 1/2/2011
Personal Time: 7 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You are missing your left arm.
Laterally, across your chest, is an ugly scar.
Your hair is a darker neon blue, speckled with gold, black and reds.
Cohesion: 90%
You are satiated.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
In sheath: A Crusader Cutter Hilt[250/250]
Over Shoulder:A dull, gray las-gun rifle, 'sawn down'.250/250
In belt: 1 cutter battery, 5 las-gun rifle mags
In waterproof pouch: Five 'Nano-Feast' rations.
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [20 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [20 meters]Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
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Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
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Slayer's Blade : Initiated
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Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
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Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Initiated
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
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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 in Person
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
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
--Subservient to you
Organization: Thornton Warmachine
--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
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Consort, Annoying Oracle: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family
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
Pheonix's Fortress-State (McCreary's Planet)
Theocractic Dictactorship
Capital: Fortress City of Stormmont
Population: 4*10^6
Military: One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
Three (3) Corps of Active Duty Defense Militias (Baseline, Mark .5){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps Reserve Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Underequipped){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
One (1) Company of Thornton Warmachines (Baseline, Mark ~1, Hardened Veterans){Currently Fighting in Steelworks Number Nine}
Commodities of Note: Nutrient Bar Rations [Food Stuffs] (equilibrium), Hydrogen Fuel Supplies (deficit), Medical Supplies (equilibrium), Consumer Goods (deficit), Electronics (deficit), Steel (equilibrium), Bioplastics (deficit), Chemicals (surplus), Luxury goods (low deficit), Alchoholic Beverages (surplus), Slug Weapons (deficit), Beetle Products (glut)
Quality of life: Food, clean water, lighting, sanitation, universal literacy, universal healthcare, universal higher education, lack of culture, lack of luxury, religious restrictions, and lack of universal rights
Population Morale: Medium
Government Legitimacy: Moderate.
Economy: Non-existant, survival focus
Territories: SEED Holy Land
Ethnic Groups of Note: Thornton Family Group (Unified, Loyal, Criminal), Sandsper Family Group (Unified, ? ? ?), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Sandsper Family, (Unified, Crimina, ? ? ?), Twenty Minor Families(Unified, Criminal), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Twenty Clans, ? ? ?)
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