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

[ZBridges]

Bring Mitch.

[19_EgarAlnis]

I am an interface, as you are to me.

Your uniform and weapons are neatly folded on the bed, and you pull them on, leaving the other clothes with a note on where to return them. It feels good to be in clothes that actually fit. You tighten the straps and adjust the lacings of your boot, eyes measuring the precise [millimeters] required to be in compliance with Scholar standards.

Mitch is already with Emma at the gate, so with one final look around the room, you leave the Thornton Villa.


The cargo ship hovers above a flat clearing in the hills, and the Thorntons pile on to the platform that descends from its belly- it's lifted away slowly, and another is dropped to gather more Warmachines, with one final one descending for the commanders beneath the kicking wind of the cargo ship. You notice, circling protectively above the cargo ship is a set of small, attack hover-craft. You're lifted up into the bowels of the dark ship along with war material; when you're finally underway William approaches you. The Officers of the Warmachines are nearby as well. Emma sits on a crate, listening in while teasing Mitch with her foot.

"So what's our plan here, Phebe? We dropping in on SEED cold or hot? We got three hours to plan how we're doing this."

"And do you want to land at a Smuggler's Pad, or in the Crusader Section?"

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [0800] 11/17/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.

Cohesion: 90%
You are satiated.
You are in peak, physical shape.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
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
Hands: A pair of leather gloves.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
Ankle: A knife sheath with a Well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
Feet: A pair of new leather boots.

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)

[94.38 credits] in local currency.

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years.

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, as approved by Crusader General
--Full command of all military resources, in emergencies
--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 planning assassinations of Officers within the Holy City*

Ally, Superior: The Pontifex
--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, Adjutant: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*

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

[ZBridges]

"Cold.  We will first meet with the Pontifex, acquire a list of officers likely to rebel, and provide that list to Iyal, who will assasinate them along with her agents when given a signal via radio.  She will have to borrow some of our radios." 

"We will then ask SEED for permission to reform the command structure of the military.  Regardless of what SEED says, we will then convene the generals, once Iyal is ready, and kill any who refuse.  At that meeting, I'd like you and your men to be present in case of hostilities."

"Are there problems with this plan?"

"What are the pros and cons of the different landing pads?  My inclination is to use the Smuggler's Pad, assuming it's covert, to prevent loyalists from seizing the ship in the case of a hard coup."

[19_EgarAlnis]

The smuggler's pad, you're informed, is in the suburbs, and far away from the governmental body within the Inner City. The Crusader's pad is more heavily defended/searched but closer to everything.

[ZBridges]

"Since we're carrying forbidden technology, I think we should use the Smuggler's Pad, but let me know if you disagree."

[King Zultan]

"Since we're carrying forbidden technology, I think we should use the Smuggler's Pad, but let me know if you disagree."

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[Superdorf]

We want to consider, methinks, how we come across to the populace in our bid for power. This is a battle for loyalty, first and foremost-- if we can sway the hearts of the people, we'll have won this city. The Pontifex knows this.

We've two routes we could go with this. We could slink in by way of the Smuggler's Pad, take with us just a couple low-profile compatriots-- Emma and William, perhaps, or a couple Warmachines with human-looking limbs-- and we meet with the Pontifex. Plan our grand return quietly, then call in our primary forces and begin in earnest. We still make a grand entrance, eventually (we'll have to, if we're to sway the people), but we back that entrance up with a bit of preliminary skullduggery.

Alternatively... we enter this town like we own it. We arrive through the Crusader Section, wings ablaze and Warmachines at our side; we deliver words of fire unto the populace, an inspiration beyond the wildest imaginings of SEED. Legitimacy. Prophecy. A force untouchable by the machinations of man. A story fit to twist a nation to our will.

Both routes have their perks. I am undecided, as of yet.


In the interest of keeping things moving, I'll put my vote to the Smuggler's Pad, and a relatively quiet meet-up before we make our grand showing.

[19_EgarAlnis]

This is an important decision, though. I do not fault you for wanting to discuss what to do, especially in regards to swaying the populace. I have time and patience to wait for everyone to come to a consensus.

[ZBridges]

My perspective on the matter is that there's probably no harm in playing it safe.  We can give a speech and try to win over the city's population regardless of which pad we arrive at, though one option would involve a short walk.  However, the difference would be that our forbidden technology would be more likely to go unnoticed at the Smuggler's Pad.

[Superdorf]

Yeah, my vote stands. There's a certain appeal to the grand landing at Station... but I figure the Pontifex is better at this sort of thing than us anyhow. We'd do well to plan this out with him before we start showing off.

[VoidSlayer]

I would highly advise you stop talking about how SEED is flawed.  We need the believers right now, we saw what trying to radically change their beliefs does to people.

[ZBridges]

Obviously that wouldn't play well in the Holy City, but in all fairness that result happened as a result of four 1s rolled in a row.  I don't think we should assign blame for being remarkably unlucky.

[19_EgarAlnis]

The vote stands

"None. I'll go let the pilots know." William walks away, towards the cockpit.

"I have an issue-- if there's more than one, being-being spread out like that will decrease my efficiency. One at a time would be preferable." Iyal opines, shifting forward to voice her opinion, "Regardless of how many people I hire, I would like to concentrate all that firepower on one person at a time. " In her own language, she quotes, "Many barkers bite harder."

[ZBridges]

"That seems fair.  We can give you a list of targets from highest priority to lowest priority."

[Naturegirl1999]

"That seems fair.  We can give you a list of targets from highest priority to lowest priority."

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