Eric talks your ear off about his family's farm, about the expansions that they're going to make, about all the farmhands, and his friend Mary.
You think he's trying to impress you, so you play your part, paying him enough attention to keep him talking. By the end of it, he's beaming wide about his life. But then the smile crumples.
"But uh...wow. I would have never thought you were related to Black Nicky." He manages, looking at you with a strange mix of awe and fascination. Beneath that, though, is fear. You raise an eyebrow, and he corrects himself, "Sorry, Mother Nicole."
"Tell me about her. I don't remember much."
"Well, she was the twelfth Crusader. She led the purging of the Arcian region of the planet. We learn about her near the end of our history classes." Eric is hesitantly choosing his words, "She...she ordered a lot of firebombings. Entire cities were burned to the ground, sometimes still full of civilians."
You don't think you react the way he expects you to, as you shrug and go back to looking out the window. Instead, "What's the Infection?"
"Its a...plague. It turns people into monsters. It infects the lands, buildings, machines. Everything it touches rots and dies."
[6] "Wouldn't it be better then, to burn everything?" You offer.
He flinches as if you've struck him. "Crusaders are supposed to protect Humans. Risking everything to try and protect as many people as they can!"
[7] He gets up when you don't reply, looking irritated. He strikes up a conversation with the Miner's Child instead of you. You inwardly sigh, rising to your feet as well. A certain blond girl has caught your eye, and you take a seat right next to her.
[8] "Yes, Sister Gainer?" She's blunt with her irritation.
[16]"You seem like someone interesting to talk to." You offer by way of explanation, "But if you're dealing with something, I'll leave you to it."
The blond shakes her head at you, shoulders slumping. "Sorry, that was rude of me. I'm Emma Thornton, my Father is William Thornton, and my brother is his Junior."
[19] "Pheobe Gainer, pleasure." You look at her blankly, however. "Who are they?"
[-] Relief pours over her, but it fades as she mumbles, "They....used to be the Warlord and Heir, but they're businessmen now."
You nod, and she begins venting in earnest. Things like, "I didn't even want to join the Scholars." and, "My brother tries so hard, but I just feel scared when I talk to him!"
By the end of her tirade, she seems exhausted, but relieved, smiling widely at you. "Thanks, Pheobe...I haven't had anyone to talk to for a long time."
You pat her on the shoulder, and she politely asks you questions about yourself. You feed her your 'life story,' and while she looks confused by a few things, she's still smiling, patting you on the shoulder.
A small display reads that you have three hours before arrival.
You don't remember who you are.
You are peckish.
Your side aches.
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A clean, grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 250/250
[.075 credits] in local bills
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years.