[15+1 vs. 13-1] The lead slaver crumples to the ground with a yelp of pain. An explosion of blood and gore at his hip drops him to the floor-- you glance at Rekhyt's las-gun. The two of you start to move towards the cage. Rekhyt watches the slave buyers on one side, while you watch the other. Guards stand, their hands lingering on their pistols, but they don't draw on you, despite the easy targets you and Rekhyt present. Rekhyt strides past the line of corpses, to the crippled lead slaver.
"Rifle internals?"
"Oh -- yeah. The shock and awe factor is amazing." Rekhyt draws and levels his long knife while pulling the slaver up by the hair. The slaver catches your eye contact. His eyes are unfocused, but there is no fear in them, no shock. Just...acceptance. "I mean, how many times have you had to change a pistol mag? Why carry extra?"
"That's....that's fair, yeah." You dip your head in a nod, and Rekhyt cuts the slaver --
...like a pig."So, I figure -- why not put that power to use."
You nod again as Rekhyt cleans his blade. The slave-buyers are sitting patiently.
"They're waiting for us to start selling." He explains.
You turn towards the crowd to glare at the eighteen masked individuals that stare back at you. With your only arm, you lift your hand and gesture to the exit. A low murmur breaks out through the crowd, but they leave -- only after a glance back at 'Khudal,' who tilts his head and lifts his pistol.
"Do you know a safe house we could use?" You question, starting towards the cage. The huddled masses, clad in rags and smelling of filth, nervously shift away, but you don't have to speak a word. You lift your mask and give a smile to your people. Shock, then surprise, then tears -- tears of joy. Of hope. Some fall to their knees in prayer. While not quite sure who you are, the Outlanders relax a little when their comrades in chains explain.
With one smile and not one word the crowd of slaves knows what you represent.
"Touching. You've got a place." Rekhyt interrupts, and you twist your attention away from the 'slaves'.
Shepherding twenty-nine former slaves through the city to the hover-dock takes the better part of two hours. Boarding and explaining the situation to your guard takes another hour -- the only thing they want to know is if they should leave now or later to deliver them home. Rekhyt, however, shakes his head.
"No, no. Leaving would be suspicious. Stay. I'll pay for the food bills." He pulls out a bag of coins and tosses it at your captain's feet. "Enough for a week."
The Crusader, to her credit, only looks to you. When you dip a nod, the captain snatches up the bag and gives a duck of her head to Rekhyt.
You step out on to the landing pad and stretch. Rekhyt yawns, "So, where to next, Goddess?"
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [0323] 1/10/2011
Personal Time: 8 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You are missing your left arm.
Laterally, across your chest is an ugly scar.
You have patches of blisters on your flesh.
Your hair is a darker neon blue, speckled with gold, black and reds.
Cohesion: 70% (+10)(Acted according to Personal Morals)
You are peckish
On Face: An angel mask
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Across Chest: Hardlight Emitter Shield (10/10)
[hidden]
[hidden]
On head: A black, silk hat
On Waist: A blue, silk sash
On Shoulders: A worn, brown poncho
On Legs: A pair of grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
On Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
On Feet, Over [socks]: A pair of gray spacer boots[charred]
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [35 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [35 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
-Hydrogen Embolism: Novice, Horrifying
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
-- Slayer's Shotgun : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Qualified
- endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Initiated.
Energy Manipulation: General Novice.
- Energy Manipulation: Lightning Novice.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
-Silicon Sunder: Amateur
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 new 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.
--Contactable in by Datapad.
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
--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
Potential Husband, Threat: Rekhyt Samkrend/Khudal Cityclan
An Outlander Prince. The third child of Khaganate Samkrend. A sharp wit and a sharper blade.
--Contactable in person
Servant, Friend?, Occasional Lover: Cephie Laviosier.
An Ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon-based structures.
--Contactable in person, or instant message
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), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Sandsper Family, (Unified, Criminal, ? ? ?), Twenty Minor Families(Unified, Criminal), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Twenty Clans, ? ? ?)
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