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

[ZBridges]

Wow... anything that moves that fast is a potent weapon, I would think.

"Child, you performed amazingly. Thank you. Please, you have done nothing wrong, and you have more than earned a rest. Is there anything I can do for your injuries?"

[19_EgarAlnis]

"I will go and translate for the Crusaders, to assist with the evacuation. Thank you for your concern and acceptance, but I am fine. As one of your...allies? Council? I was given good treatment from the Thorntons."

There are craft in production that travel point ninety-nine the speed of light. Civilized planets have defensive measures in place for that. Defense grid shields, in space inhibitors on engines, so on. The Empyreal navy cracks down hard on relativistic weapons. The punishment is worse than death. Even pirates never use them -- there isn't much loot if the planet is ripped in half.

[ZBridges]

A speck of dust would have the explosive force of a metric ton of TNT at 50% of the speed of light...

"Thank you, Iyal. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know."

[19_EgarAlnis]

It would. Isn't there something a scientist once said concerning that? 'I am become death, destroyer of worlds.'

Iyal dips her head in a tight bow, rising to her feet and leaving you in the compartment. You consider assisting with the evacuation, with helping, maybe giving a rousing speech.

[10 vs 6] You decide to go to back to bed with Emma, cuddling up to her in the dark. She murmurs sleepily, and drifts back under while you sit quietly. Eventually, the ship you're on rises up, starting a northward acceleration.

Maybe we could launch a projectile from that ship, to Plague controlled territories. Planet cracking isn't against the law against the Plague...but I don't think there's an entity alive that can do the mathematics for that. Not here.

[ZBridges]

It sounds like the sort of thing that could horrendously backfire. It is strange that there are no computers here.

[19_EgarAlnis]

We should have asked those bastards why that is. Too late now, I guess. You feel antsy sitting for so long, rising to your feet and stepping out the door, down the cramped compartments of the vehicle. You step into the backroom. You breath out, biting down on the edge of the coat.

[1] You activate a healing surge, letting the energies flow around your arm.

Nothing happens. You try again. And again. And again, starting to panic as nothing happens.

[ZBridges]

[Lucille, why am I having trouble regenerating my arm?]

[19_EgarAlnis]

You rush to get the glove, slipping it on, desperate for answers. You repeat your query when you activate her.

[Regeneration is tied to how one views one self. A baseline is established, allowing one to return to that template. Diagnostics show that you are according to your baseline, Pheobe.]

[ZBridges]

...uh-oh.

Don't regenerate.  Instead, use our will to reconstruct the arm manually.

[VoidSlayer]

You should worry about that later, you can not afford to black out for 2 months again.

[ZBridges]

Yeah that's a good point.  I was panicking.

[19_EgarAlnis]

You're right. I can fix it later, when I'm stronger.

The ship slows down and begins to descend until it clamps down into the loading bay with a rattle that awakens Emma. She starts, looking all around until she catches sight of you.

She dresses, stifling a yawn, and the two of you exit the Hovercraft. You emerge in the landing bay for the great cargo hovercraft. The structure is something similar to concrete. It shares the dull gray color, but bares no sign of wear or tear for a structure supposedly five hundred years old. The room is pitch black, and a team of technicians lead by a Child of SEED hurries away from the ships with lanterns in hand. You, meanwhile, drift towards the only patch of light you can see.

After a bit of a walk, you emerge into the smaller landing pads of the hovercraft bay-- and the view takes your breath away. The structure is built into the peak of the mountain. The clouds here are bright and patchy -- so close you think you could touch them. Snow crowns the walls and revealed ramparts of the Fortress, a white topping upon the rust-colored rock, falling gently from the starlit sky. The Fortress sprawls below and in, no doubt, coring through this monsterous mountain.

But what amazes you is the world below. While the peak probably has the best views-- the pad juts out from it southward, towards the crater plains of the City-State. It's so high up you can see the curvature of the planet.

You can also still see the dust cloud in the distance of what remained of the Holy City.

Emma gasps beside you, and you glance over with a small smile. She draws closer, looking up at how many stars shine in the sky. You join her-- here, away from the light pollution of SEED, away from the smog and the world, you see it. A bright multi-hued line of stars in the night sky, cutting through the void. The two of you stand quietly, together, away from it all.

There's much to do, but for the moment, you are at a lost at what to start with.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [2300] 11/20/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.

You are missing an arm.

Cohesion: 80%
You are peckish.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Hands: A pair of leather gloves.
Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
In Holster: A Crusader Cutter Hilt (250/250)
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Over Body: An orange, fur-lined coat.
Lower Body: New grey semi-formal, military-style pants.

Spoiler: Powers and Skills (click to show/hide)

Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Qualified
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Great
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)

Array

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

Array

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

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: 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, ? ? ?: 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.

Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--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
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)


Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family

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

[King Zultan]

A small creature scuttles out from the inner workings, a cube within its grasp. You take hold of it, slipping into your duffle bag. "[Keep this safe. Do not let it fall into Infected hands, no matter the cost.]"

We should look at this thing and see why its so important, if we're lucky it's some kind of hard drive that has schematics for all the forbidden tech stuff.

[Naturegirl1999]

((For status, isn’t it Phoebe AKA Phoenix now? Or is this the names people call us?))

Check the algae growing stations and other food production areas to figure out if they are producing enough food for everyone

[Superdorf]

    The Blessed One said:
I am Time (Death), cause of destruction of the worlds, matured
    And set out to gather in the worlds here.
Even without thee (thy action), all shall cease to exist,
    The warriors that are drawn up in the opposing ranks.

From the Bhagavad Gita: "The Song of God". The boast of a deity! The physicist Oppenheimer called its words to mind, dwelling on the power of atomic fire. A Terran.

Now... let us take solace in this moment, hm? A quiet moment in troubled times.
Lean in a bit. "Was this in any of your futures?"