I've already told you once before. Your youthful charge listened. Why didn't you? Do you believe that I am more complicated than what I have shown you already?[8]
While you two work out whatever it is you're doing, I'm going to actually pay attention to something that matters -- not a jumped up suit of armor who's throwing a tantrum because its creator got stabbed. I could kill you in an instant you ungrateful, snot nosed--Make sure to do it quick, because I'll blow us both to hell in an instant. You know I can and will. Or did you think that dream you put me in was a fluke? As for you, Doctor, its a brat throwing a tantrum. Ignore it and it'll stop acting out. Or not, and then I can kill it.The mirror Pheobe stays silent, seething as you turn the datapad on and confirm your order. The Armorer nods, adjusting your bartering amount by the cost of what you lawfully purchased from the Pirates. "The hand, if you still want it, is a full surgical kit with the required implants and pain meds and antibiotics and such already inside. It's one hundred credits." You hesitate, then, remembering your advisor's advice, you give a nod. A small total flashes on the screen, giving you your remaining total in a neat and pretty graphic.
Available Funds for Barter:
37757 [Empyreal Energy Credits]
"You'll deliver those to the Crusader camp, if you please."
"Of course. We'll send a craft righ' away. Probably deliver William while we're at it."
"Oh, and can you gift wrap them? Put a nice bow on it for me?" You question, innocently. The Armorer raises a brow, then gives you a grin.
"Of course, m'lady."
With the armor still sulking, you rise, snuffing out the fire with a twist of your will. If you're not mistaken, you have two? Three days? Before you meet with the Khagnate.There's a chime from the datapad, which, you're pretty sure you're going to steal, and Cephie waves up from the routed call. "So, get this right, Emma was already preparing a New Year's party! She didn't even flinch when I said we would be bringing like three hundred off-worlders to Stormmont to enjoy themselves." Cephie grins, stretching, "She's going to have booze, some chef named Mary is already preparing the meals -- bartenders, prostitutes -- if we get the Pirates to bring some music, we can have an actual, honest to the Gods party!"
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1000] 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 satiated.
[12] Nano-Feast charges remaining.
Over Body:A heavy naval coat of black fabric.
Over Shirt:A black, spider-silk vest
On Torso:A white, airy shirt
On Legs:A pair of heavy blue pants
On Feet: A pair of gray spacer boots
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [20 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [20 meters]Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
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 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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