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The Demon Armor's red lenses twist to focus on you, then the wreckage of the lightning strike. You giggle as the world swims around you, and your stomach turns with the nausea of your hunger and head injury. With a lackadaisical shrug, it leans down and hefts you across its shoulders. You point a finger towards the Crusader Camp's vague direction, and the armor begins to trudge that way dutifully. You don't think this machine understands the concept of gentle; it carries you like a sack of [potatoes], readjusting you across its hard shoulders and bumping you around as it walks. When it approaches the camp, the Crusaders on guard lift their las-guns.
They speak, but you cannot hear. The guards seem concerned when they spot you, their guns lowering. You wave.
The Armor only pauses for the briefest of moments, its lenses narrowing on the weapons. Then, it grins and moves towards a random tent, throwing you into the bed and stepping through the flap to stand guard at the entrance.
A medic hurries in soon after it leaves, and you point to your ears and your head. She checks your eyes and dips a nod. Then, she removes a file from her coat, [CRITICAL CARE INFORMATION FOR MOTHER PHEONIX]. Then she nods, moving to slip it back away, but your gesture for it, out of curiosity.
It's a single piece of paper with a list. The back has a recipe for nutrient gruel. Your eyes drift over the paper as the medic hurries out, and you sometimes lose focus.
If bleeding, stop flow of blood through any means possible.
If not breathing, begin cardiopulmonary resuscitation until the subject is breathing. Mother Pheonix's bones are higher density, so higher than average force is recommended for chest compressions.
If conscious, and without dental trauma, proceed to feed Mother Pheonix. Average [caloric] consumption at this time is [ten thousand kcal]. During a period of intense stress or exertion, this number can increase to two or three times as much.
If unconscious, or with dental trauma, use a recipe on the back of this list to create an easy to swallow, [orogastric] nutrient gruel. All teams assigned to Mother Pheonix should be outfitted with a feeding apparatus and an oxygenation mask.
Mother Pheonix's body is exceptionally efficient at metabolizing food and repairing damages. Rarely does she need to have much critical care in the field. However, during exceptional trauma, it is a priority to return her to a base of operations and contact her medical team. Captains and upwards have protocols in place for such an incident.
--Silas Thornton, Head of Lady Pheonix's Medical Team, Microbiologist, Cyberneticist, Honorary Scholar of Biology
The medic returns with a pile of nutrient bars, and she breaks them into chunks and begins to feed you. True to the document, you devour five of these before your strength returns. After that, it is a simple matter to use a healing surge...
[18] Pain lances through your skull and ears, and your eye twitches. You think you heard a creak from your skull, but you are unsure-- however, sounds begin to filter in again.
"Thank you." You murmur, and the medic nods, giving a bow of her head and picking her folder back up.
"We got a hovercraft approaching, Mother Pheonix." A voice calls from outside the tent. You rise from the cheap cot, and head out. Its the Pirates, as evidenced by the print of twelve snakes curled in a circle on the outside of the vehicle. But that isn't what first draws your attention. Its obviously the weapons you ordered, hanging from below the craft. A shipping container.
Its wrapped in a bright, multi-colored cloth, with garish designs in pink and gold. All around it is thick ribbon, tied in a neat bow. The drop it down to the ground with a careful thud. The hovercraft drops lower, and ramp falls to hit the shipping container, the young Armorer striding out to dip a bow.
"Your delivery, m'lady." He turns, the ramp lifts, and the Pirate hovercraft makes its way back to the
Valhol.You grin, moving to the crate and ripping off the thin fabric so you can open the door--
You are greeted by another layer of fabric as the door swings open.
Then another.
Even the indivual packages are wrapped. You open a shield belt package--
And the item itself is crudely wrapped in thin fabric.
You command the Crusaders to begin loading the goods within and return to your cot. You rest a little while as night begins to fall on the Camp. You're hundreds of miles away from the Plague, and you're sure that Cephie and Emma are expecting you to go to the party tomorrow.
You stifle a yawn and
think about what you want to do.
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1900] 1/4/2011
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: 50%
You are peckish.
You're a little tired.
Over Body:A heavy naval coat of black fabric.[charred]
Over Shirt:A black, spider-silk vest[charred]
On Torso:A white, airy shirt[charred]
On Legs:A pair of heavy blue pants[charred]
On Feet: A pair of gray spacer boots[charred]
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [25 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [25 meters]
Sustained Powers: 2/5 (Bird of Sol's Reign:Permanant, Sol's Glamor: Permanant)
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
-Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Initiated
-Endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Amateur.
Energy Manipulation: Lightning Novice.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
-Silicon Sunder: Novice
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath One owed Favor: Ashley 'Ashes' SolContract with the Retributionist's Valhol' Pirates, AKA the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin 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
Nine 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 Warmachines
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
Organization: The Crew of Retributionist's Valhol, the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin
A motley collection of nearly three hundred pirates, who have crashlanded in the Outlands some thousand years ago. They are a representative populist enterprise.
--Lead by Captain Murdach Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network
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.
Mercenary: Murdach Valhol
Captain of the Retributionist's Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network
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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