You launch yourself from the ground, hurling through the air at the gunship. It tries to evade but much too slowly as you slam into the reinforced cockpit. It breaks underneath the force of the impact, crumpling in a messy mix of blood and metal as the gunship shrieks and twirls to the ground, where it explodes and sends a wave of fire washing over your body.
You emerge from the wreckage, clothes mostly burned off but your skin shines a ruddy red, freshly remade from the flames. Your eyes narrow as you see the fat armored transport engines thurm as they prepare to exit. That would be rather inconvenient to you, so you jump once more and land on the nose of the craft. The terrified pilots stare at you as you shake your head at them. They understand the message and the engines.
You drop down and glare at the scattered, trembling soldiers.
"Talk." You demand.
And they do. They are indeed from Susara, a floating fortress city, widely considered the dominant power on Salicore. They didn't believe the messages coming in, and seeing the outpost's defenses immediately decided to neutralize the possible threat.. Having said that, their leaders would surely be more than willing to accept your people as refugees, their officer claims. They wouldn't, couldn't, turn down a warrior of your caliber.
"I don't trust them," Ileia leans back. You have returned back to the compound and the soldiers confined in cages. "They started attacking us, unprovoked. And you brought down one of their gunships, they are not going to be happy with that. But staying here isn't viable either. You are fine in the death jungle, but... we can't stay."
She points to the map. Far from your position is a blue mark.
"There is another option. The United People's. A democracy, if you can believe it. Too far to ask for help, but considering we have our own transport now, we could make it the trip ourselves. Susara is definitely not going to be happy with us stealing their transport though, and they might try intercepting us before we make it out of 'their' territory." She shrugs.
What do you think?
A. Join the Military Government, Susara!
B. Flee to the UP!
C. [Heart of the Jungle] We can make it work here in our isolated Jungle compound! Not me going through my two year old faction notes and wondering why I named one faction so close to a character's name.