Roll 49
POI's:You can make up POI's. In fact, please do. That would take some work off me.
This list is unfinished.
In 2028, war between the Ross and the Centarui happened like usual. Both empires initially attempted to attack each other's homeworlds instead of major colonies. The Centauri government, to make things horrible for the Ross, built massive walls overlooking the Ross' major landing zone, and affixed howitzers and flak cannons atop its supports.
Seeing the wall's construction, the Ross at first ignored it, executing sieges against the city as per standard procedure.
As the wall expanded sideways, however, the Ross had to travel further and further--while taking fire--in order to move around it.
Eventually, seeing as the Centauri would eventually expand the wall to circle the entire city, the Ross gave up.
They retreated, and began attacking colonies, returning to a more traditional form of warfare.
Today, the bulwark is largely unused, but due to the massive costs involved in removing the thing, the Centauri government has simply let it stand. More recently, junkers have been attempting to cut parts of the wall off to sell as high-quality steel, as well as collecting the rusting howitzers and cannons still in place.
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launch loop that links Empire City to an orbital network of space elevators, other launch loops, hypersonic trams, cargo drop platforms, and stations. It is
always bustling with cargo, passengers, and even ships being lowered and raised into orbit.
The structure itself has lasted nearly 850 years, having been set up by Centauri engineers 50 years after the
Centauri first landed in the ocean. One of the deflector stations, in fact, is centered around the floating remains of the colony ship.
The launch loop costs 10 credits per ride, with an additional credit for every metric ton of cargo shipped.
(Until I post a writeup on planet Centauri, I'll say here that the
Centauri carried with it a miniature city, complete with state-of-the-art recycling systems, even for the 2090's, when it was started and finished. Upon landing, the ship's engine and hull was dismantled for materials and electronics while the reactor was used to power the first settlement, built on top of the buoyant colony ship.
Centauri Prime was discovered to have little if any ocean currents due to a conveniently large moon that orbited about 1.2 times every Earth-day, eclipsing the sun every night, keeping the planet's surface shielded from the star. Centauri Prime has a very, very long day of 320 days, and a year of 340 days.
Every 14-15 years or so, the planet's lit side becomes its dark side, freezing everything and forcing wildlife to migrate. Centauri cities are usually fitted with artificial heating to protect themselves, or simply built on top of large geothermal vents, like Empire City).
Empire Launch Station has a deflector setup underneath the city plaza. The ring is not very well protected, because it is firstly unknown to most citizens, and secondly there are two main entrances, both of which are locked down unless maintenance is required.
Technically not part of the city, but nonetheless important, the massive lava pit near the city radiates heat which protects the general area from freezing over during a 'dark decade.'
The Empire City Emergency Lava Pit Sealing system consists of a massive tungsten door, powered by massive servos. When activated, it can seal the lava pit in case of volcanic activity. Attempts have actually been made to sabotage the system in the Ross-Centauri war of 2928, but those attempts have since been repaired after a short period of civil panic over the possibility of an eruption.
The lava pit has been stable since its discovery. Owing to the planet's lack of rotation, scientists have guessed that because the planet lacks strong magma currents, no eruptions should occur in the near future.
Surrounded by a high wall, the pit is a common tourist attraction during the 'light decades.' However, during 'dark decades,' the top of the pit cools over.
The pit's industrial use is obviously power. The massive amount of heat in the lava allows factories to pump it from the pit's surface and use it for local power generation. A lava distribution system exists and is run by the Centauri Civil Works Institute, both pumping and distributing lava to nearby factories in order to reduce power costs.
Located in "The Drop Crater"--a crater formed through centuries of cargo drops--Alpha Drop Zone features a nearby recovery and repackaging station designed to retrieve cargo dropped from orbit. The cargo drop process is quite simple, really. You drop cargo off at an orbital drop station, paying 3 credits per disposable shock-absorbing crate, and it is subsequently dropped from orbit. This system has been around for ages, quite literally, and still works today as a simple method of transporting cargo via gravity.
'Poor' in today's terms doesn't quite mean what it did in the modern era. Food is so cheap now that rarely will people lack the money to buy food. Simply due to the massive demand for food, agriculture organizations can provide basic food for free, even.
Luxury food, of course, remains out of reach from the poor. So do many forms of electronics.
However, the residents of Spark District are not useless, unemployed beggars. They often work in scrap fields, ship repair shops, gun stores and ranges, and in some cases, they operate with the black market.
The reactor is essentially what powers the city. It is a huge, massive, colossal, gigantic cylindrical structure measuring two kilometers in height and roughly four hundred in width. At its base is a joint-uranium mine and nuclear lab. While miners toil away mining pitchblende, geothermal power is used to smelt the ore and extract the uranium, then turn it into plutonium by feeding into the reactor's first breeding stage, which is used to power the next stage.
The next stage is a massive fission core. While fusion remains far more efficient than fission, the city's near boundless uranium deposits make it far cheaper to simply use fission for power rather than fusion. The reactor was completed two decades ago and has proven to be a far, far superior source of power than the previously used geothermal vents, which have now been utilized solely for magma powered factories.
The Light's Stead is a large tavern located in the Spark District just outside of the slums, because of this it is frequented by Black Market Dealers, Arms Runners, and Mercenaries of all kinds. Because of this the place has a rule where all weapons are scanned before entrance, and anything fore more then personal defense is not allowed on the grounds.
Any form of government security stays far away from this establishment due to the numerous number of lawbreakers who would attack them on sight. This place is also one for meetings between the Dealers, and their customers as well as a place to make contacts in the Black Market, and Arms Runners.
The Arms Runners are a special criminal organization that works for anyone who wishes to get things where the opposition's resistance is to great for others to get through. They are trained highly in stealth, assassination, and information gathering making them the perfect decision if you want someone to escort your supplies to their destination. Though, because of their unique neutral status in the Criminal Underworld they are extremely cautious, and will never support anyone in the destruction of any small crime group no matter what the reward is.
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Caplus located a steel pipe, and began to attempt to break it off with his gauss rifle. As he unslung it, his AI spoke:
You can't cut with a gauss rifle, that doesn't work, stupid!The gorves began eyeing Caplus more closely. One of them started drifting closer.
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Milia [4+1] detected no immediate danger, other than some wriggling in the scrap heap. It looked like some small reptiles were using the pile as a shelter. In fact, Milia noticed a small group of gecko-like critters climbing down the metal wall and entering the scrap pile. Definitely harmless.
Milia entered the office that managed this scrap station prior to its abandonment. She heard some faint music from her location. Heading further into the building, through the empty and unlit halls, she came up to the room where the music was coming from. The door was flung open, and entering the room, she found a desk with a radio set to station 144. Moving in to investigate, and cringing at how horrible the song was--"I want to drive, a giant robooooot"--her foot hit a laptop on the floor.
The screen was black, but after pressign a few buttons, [6] it exited standby and displayed a word processor. Apparently, the original user was writing a shipping request to some interplanetary scrap hauling organization. The document was only partially finished, with the words "AH GORV IS BACK" at the point where the letter was cut off.
(Note hat Milia has a basic understandign of what gorves are... see Caplus' roll a while ago. They're spacefaring critters which feed on iron and aluminium to create thermite in their digestive tracts.)
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Zakroff gave the man his call number, and returned to working on his frame. [4] Part by part, he worked on first strengthening the droid's base in order to support larger legs. During the process of hauling scrap and subsequently transfiguring it into additional components, the fact that he was essentially going to have a military grade combat droid and the end of this only just began to dawn on him.
Zakroff then noticed the peace monger at his side.
Once again, the monger spoke in his thick Spark dialect:
"Well, my orders are to hire people, and I plan to follow those orders. Pack your... thing up and come with us."--------
[5-1] (Just wondering, do you want to level up your lying skill or simply keep it low for RP purposes?)
Kayle furiously tapped the send button, almost suspiciously but not quite. She turned to face the center of the room as a pair of security guards, rifles slung on their backs, approached the entrance from the counter.
Amatin suddenly leaped forward, and shouted,
"I REFUSE to see the TRUE PATRIOT of the Centauri Empire, SHE who defended YOU from a ROSS invasion, VIOLATED before my own eyes for a crime she DID NOT COMMIT! Pick your champion, MiliTech Corporation, for I am challenging you to a duel - HERE and NOW, BEFORE THE EYES OF THESE FINE CITIZENS!"The two officers, both with distraught looks on their faces, looked at each other. One of them headed back to the counter, while the other drew his rifle.
"Stupid Aroth maniac... they're getting crazier by the day," he muttered to himself. He glanced at Amatin's weaponry as the Aroth stuffed them into his backpack. The officer stepped forward, his face grimly pale, and his short stature inhibiting his attempts at appearing condescendent.
"Hey look," he blurted out. "I can tell you're familiar with the law in his Majesty's kingdom. So you want a duel, huh?"
Amatin took the time to notice that the officer was wearing a distinctly black uniform with crimson trims. It looked nothing like the traditional "MiliTech" combination of gold and blue, which was almost opulently slathered across their products and buildings. No, this particular guard looked like, how could he put it, oh yes. More than a guard.
The guard responded to Amatin's silence.
"As Olimer Churchill, a hired enforcer of the law, I respect your right to silence, but really. You're interfering with due process..."
His assistant returned after conversing with the accountants at the desk. The assistant hit a button on the wall, opening the doors and allowing a distressed
Varron to barge in.
The assitant continued: "Aroth, your knowledge of Centauri law is indeed accurate. There is a law stating that the outcome of a duel establishes the truth with regards to law,"
Aroth raised his brows.
"Go on,""However, the challenged party is under no obligation to comply and hold a duel. If you truly want a duel, our employers have stated that it would be acceptable, but under the condition that you fight Mr. Churchill." As if he was finished, the assistant took a breah. Suddenly, he added one more line:
"Also, you must conduct your duel in the city plaza. Any property damage will be accountable to both parties, and the fine will undoubedly be deducted from our paycheck..."
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Jaffar hid the rifle frantically, hoping to conceal the gills from any onlookers.
Alright, so if you guys want to be included in the next rolls, you can request a group duel with some other MiliTech employees. But that would probably be more chaotic. Also, it would take longer.
If only Amatin will do the duel, then it's him vs Olimer, in the plaza. It will take the form of a series of mini-rolls in a format where either side rolls, then the higher roll attacks first.
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