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[Kestrel_6]

We let him be his own boss then. He continues as leader of the Spikers, and you get those that want to be turned. In return, you assist him with matters

[Shades]

As long as he remains friendly there doesn't seem to be much advantage to turning Greg. Kestrel's plan makes sense I think.

During this time, go see Goaltender.

This should be high on our list of things to do.

[lurtze1]

Remain friendly and try to help then anyway you can, and also turn the ones who want to.

[Zako]

Don't go asking people if they want to be turned, that will only scare them into attacking us again. Just let this guy think it over, and make sure he knows that he will still be in charge of this gang, and we won't try to take over his leadership of it.

Don't forget to go see Goaltender!

[lurtze1]

Don't go asking people if they want to be turned, that will only scare them into attacking us again. Just let this guy think it over, and make sure he knows that he will still be in charge of this gang, and we won't try to take over his leadership of it.

Don't forget to go see Goaltender!

That would be a weird conversation:
'Do you wanna be a vampire?'
'What!?'
'What?'

[Weirdsound]

"Fair enough." You announce while locking eyes with Greg. "I respect your choice. I will still consider myself a Spiker if you will have me. I hope that I can find many ways to aid you, and you me."

Greg smiles grimly. "Fair enough indeed. I've done plenty of strange things, but never dreamed allying with a vampire would be one of them."

You reach up high to pat the tall man on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure we will both be quite happy with the arrangement. Now then, I'll be taking Spot back to my place to be properly turned."

The leader of the Spikers turns to his adoptive daughter and nods before locking eyes with you. "How long will the process take? I'm going to need her help with the tank sooner rather than later."

"It takes a vampire decades, or even centuries, to reach her full potential, but the actual process of being turned and recovering for the ordeal will take something between a few hours and a few days." Your words seem to unerve Spot so you reasureingly ruffle her oily red hair. "I've received extensive training in the art of writing and executing blood pacts. You will be fine."

The pair of you leave Greg after a tearful goodbye and ask around the Spiker camp until you get directions to Goaltender's place. Firing up your hover-cart you set course for your apartment. As you drive Spot lectures you on how impractical your vehicle is, especially for a vampire.

"What you... er we need is one of those pre-space age container trucks. With the right trailer you could discretely haul minions, bodies, weapons, or whatever else we need."

You shake your head. "First a tank and now a truck? You sure like retro-tech. Where do you intend to get one aboard a colony ship in the middle of deep space?"

Spot offers a wide smile. "Greg actually has an advanced education in vehicular archeology. I pick it up from him. The Duskbolt is an old ship, and the domed city we are in is even older than the rest of it, having served as part of a research station. This place is a treasure trove for mechanical parts, both ancient and modern."

You enter the convenience store, drawing a knowing glance from the clerk as you board the elevator to your apartment. Once inside you leave Spot in the care of the Handmaidens. "These nice ladies will teach you the basic ins and outs of being a vampire. I'm going to a meeting, and then I'll be back to write up a blood pact and turn you. If you require mortal food, just take the elevator up to the convenience store."

Entering your office you call for the Eunuchs. "Listen up you nut-less wretches. I'm going to meet somebody, and I think it could be some sort of trap, so I am dragging you lot around for protection. Are you four any good in a fight?"


The largest of the eunuchs speaks up in a high squeaky voice. "I am a veteran of both the War of Ratline Genocide and the recent Blushface-Dredswarm bloodfeuds. I mean no disrespect, but at this point in time I reckon I'm more than a match for you mistress. The others were turned by that spawner you have in hibernation several weeks ago, but I bet they could each take a handful of mortals."

"Good enough." Being protected by ratline dose your pride no favors, but if Goaltender truly is living with a Dredswarm you would need any help you could get. You already feel stronger, more agile, and attuned to your new body than you did while being jumped into the Spikers, however the Dredswarm are a warlike bloodline and even the lowly fourth generation bugs are swift, powerful, and well trained in both natural and material weapons.

The five of you squeeze into your tiny hovercart: The fit is so tight you barely have room to work the controls. After about 3 minutes of piloting you reach the area where Goaltender is said to reside. Knowing only the street on which he lives you and your servants exit the vehicle and begin to search for signs of Dredswarm of Spiker activity. Before long the large Eunuch picks up the scent of Dredswarm and leads you to an abandoned looking small industrial warehouse.

You find the door unlocked, and upon entering, the workfloor mostly empty. In the center of the single massive room sit two figures sitting around a makeshift workbench, assembling what appear to be grenades. One of the two is an average sized unaltered mortal wearing Spiker colors. Next to him is the towering seven foot form of a Dredswarm.

"4th generation." Whispers the Eunuch in you ear as he points to the Dredswarm. "You can't see them, but I smell at least three Locust-Mastiffs around here."

You nod sternly. You could have figured out the bug's generation on your own by virtue of your training in all matters vampire, but the Demonic Mutant Dogs would have taken you by surprise.

At this point the human, who you can only assume to be Goaltender, turns and notices you. "Oh hi again. I figured you might be stopping by. My brother said that if you truly were a vampire progenitor you would not let me just walk away with knowledge of your bloodline weaknesses..."

He apprehensively grabs a grenade from the pile and grips the pin. "I don't think you want to attack me here. One wrong move and we all blow up."

Potential Goals/Tasks:

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Urgent:
-You are in a tense confrontation with a human who claims to know your weaknesses, his Dredswarm 'brother', and possibly some mutant monster dogs

Semi-Urgent
-The Ratline you drained is not going to recover without a mortal to bleed dry
-If the other factions are building up numbers, you may want to start turning mortals sooner rather than later...
-A progenitor such as yourself requires a meal everyday. It is never to early to line up the next victim.
-You are not sure if that shopkeeper is to be trusted... perhaps you should have him turned or killed...
-You know a Dredswarm lives at a Satellite Spikers camp

Non-Urgent
-You know most of the Blushface that lived on Earth IIV. If you can track down where they are staying on board you can reunite with old friends and potential allies
-If you can find the Railbone, and the means to pay them, you may be able to hire them before somebody else dose
-The Dredswarm are not to be trusted. Tacking them down and keeping an eye on them would not be a bad idea

Inventory:

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On Hand:
Revealing Spiker's Outfit: x1 (Worn)
Wallet: x1
-Shop Key
-Elevator Key
-Hovercart Starterchip
-Debit Card ( Credits)
Jetblack Hovercart: x1 (Driven)

At Apartment:
Office Terminal: x1 (Fully stocked with office supplies)
Sleeping Bags: x20
Wardrobe: x1 (Stocked with many outfits)
Gallon Jug of Holy Water: x10 (Used to harm Railbone or Ratline Vampires)
Silver Spike: x10 (Used to harm Vampires of your Bloodline, or the Dredswarm)
Snakeskin Whip: x2 (Used to harm Blushface vampires)
Empty Casket: x3 (Used to put Vampires into hibernation)
Laser Defense System: x1 (Disarmed)

Factions/Bloodlines:

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Unnamed Bloodline:
Leader: Countessa Camilla Von Nekratos (You!)
Holdings: See Other Tabs
Description: This bloodline reproduces via blood pact. Members of this bloodline are supernaturally persuasive towards mortals, and can steal the living form of a corpse. Members of this bloodline can be destroyed in a matter of seconds by burning sanctified oils, and suffer from the all to common Vamperic aversion to silver.

Bloodline Railbone:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Tense
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The Railbone are a bloodline of Vampires that originated on a small colony of the New Spartan Empire. The Railbone are deceivingly thin and scrawny looking, but are strong enough to wear power armor and wily enough to cast dark magic. The upper echelons of Railbone society behave like a traditional vampire cult, however the lower ranked and impure of blood are organized like an army. The Railbone are more interested in material wealth than they are in power among vampires, so they often lend themselves out as mercenaries in inter-bloodline conflicts.

Bloodline Dredswarm:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Tense
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The Dredswarm are a brutal race of vampires that originated on a highly irradiated doomed human colony. The resemble insects more than they do humans and have great agility and natural weapons. Despite the implications of it's name Dredswarm society is poorly organized, they band together to fight other bloodlines and important leaders may retain a small entourage of guards, but other than that the Dredswarm tend to be loners. The Dredswarm are highly aggressive, and will wage war against any human or vampire faction with little provocation.

Bloodline Blushface:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Friendly
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The blushface were originally a human supremacist faction on a multi-racial planet who embraced Vampireism to gain the upper hand in a war of ethnic cleansing. The Blushface are unnaturally adorable, with large round eyes, smooth faces, and braided blonde hair. They have the ability to turn into cute creatures such as puppies, ducklings, and rabbits. Blushface leaders appear as small children, but are more naturally drawn to acts of wickedness than almost any other specimen of vampire. The Blushface prefer subterfuge, sabotage, and propaganda over combat when dealing with their enemies. You were groomed to be a leader of this bloodline, and know alot of it's members.

The Spikers:
Leaders: Greg (Supreme Leader), Spot (Head Mechanic)
Relationship: Allied
Holdings: 1 Ball Court Camp, 1 Tank, About 30ish human members
Description: A human criminal gang, their colors are purple and red. Most of their members are young, in their teens or early twenties. You are accepted as a member of this group.

Locations:

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Posh Basement Apartment: The ancient and long severing colony ship Duskbolt is generally considered a space-faring slum. Under orders of the Dark God however, the other Bloodlines saw to it that you received one of the few nice pieces of real estate aboard. The apartment contains personal quarters, servant's quarters, a full service kitchen, 3 bathrooms, a heavily shielded panic room, a large meeting room, and an personal direct elevator to a rundown general store on the street level deck. The apartment is located just above the star-ships engine block, so it is well heated and has no windows to let in the pesky light of nearby stars.

Slums of Duskbolt: Mortal colonists and crew bolt through narrow passages and poorly maintained streets. Seedy and outright criminal businesses operate here. The fact that the general population area is covered by a large transparent dome means that should you ever develop a weakness to sunlight the slums could be dangerous should the Duskbolt visit a star-system for a gravity push.

Cosmoball Court: A run down area orignaly intended for sports and recreation. It is now home to the human gang known as the Spikers. It's only defenses are a chain link fence with several guards at the gate. It is capable of housing up to 40 individuals comfortably, and is currently near that limit.

Minions:

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Ratline Handmaiden: 15% Health
Ratline Handmaiden x3: 100% Health
Ratline Eunuch x4: 100% Health
(Ratline servants are 4 generations separated from their long dead progenitor, and thus incapable of infecting mortals. They are instinctively drawn to tend to the physical, mental, spiritual, and supernatural needs of more power vampires such as yourself. The only wage they ask is the opportunity to die in your service.)

Ratline Spawner: 50% Health (In Hibernation)
(The Ratline were all but destroyed in part because of their vermin like breeding habits, any human a 3rd or lower generation Ratline so much as laid fangs on was quickly turned. 3rd generation breeders such as this one are a rare and finite resource, as all 1st and 2nd generation Ratline were killed. Awaken this wretched creature if you need more humble and expendable slaves created, but be prepared to handle a population explosion should he get out of control)

[Zako]

"Oh really? And what would those weaknesses be, exactly? Holy water? Dead man's blood? Enlighten me."

[kaian-a-coel]

I personally think that let everyone know that we fear silver is not that bad. after all, everyone know that dredswarm fear silver, blushface fear snake skin and so on.

[stabbymcstabstab]

Just tell him that we don't mean any harm and we just want to know what the hell we did when we got high.

[kaian-a-coel]

Just tell him that we don't mean any harm and we just want to know what the hell we did when we got high.

this. plus saying that the bodyguards are there just because another potentially bloodthirsty (lol) vampire is present, so we were cautious. No intentions of attacking him so PUT THIS GRANADE AWAY

[Weirdsound]

"Drop the goddamn grenade. I'm not here to kill you." You say with a sigh. "I'm secure enough in the strengths of my bloodline so as not to fear the public knowledge of it's weaknesses."

The human exhales in relief. "Then what the heck brings you here? I didn't know that social calls were made with Ratline escorts? Most important vampires I've known keep such filthy things out of sight."

Your minions don't even cringe at the insult. You shake your head and gesture to the Dredswarm. "I heard rumors that you camped out with a Dredswarm. I don't trust such creatures, so I brought an escort for self defense."


The large buglike vampire sneers. "I thought you brought me dinner. Pity."

The Dredswarm stands up and steps away from his workstation. You notice the beast wears the emblem of The Shadow Front on his hooded sweatshirt. "What do you want here?" it asks in a soft dangerous voice.

"...An audience with your brother. Oh my." You speak the last two words softly as the conclusion hits you like a sledgehammer. The Shadow Front is a group made up of humans and (mostly) infertile 4th generation vampires. During the recent bloodline wars the Shadow Front would exploit the chaos by robbing and kidnapping powerful vampires for profit. They often operated in human-vampire pairs called brotherhoods, which would make sense here, because no Dredswarm would remember enough of their mortal life to remain close to their biological families.

"Well you have an audience. What do you want?" The human asks.

"...I was just trying to retrace my steps through a hazy spot in my memory."

Goaltender laughs. "Well some punk, I think his Spiker Handle is Crap or something, had just finished getting a pornographic tattoo of you, and was thiiiiissss close to talking you into his tent. I know a vampire when I see one, and cockblocked him for his own safety. I dragged you off to the side and tried to bring up some harmless lines of discussion, but you gave me your whole life story instead."

"I'm sure he wasn't in any danger. I had just eaten." You shake your head and offer a slight smirk. "But thanks for sparing me the humiliation of whatever Carp had in mind for me."

"No problem."

Awkward silence falls in the warehouse for about half a minute before Goaltender speaks again. "Well, if you are not trying to kill me feel free to make yourself at home. We are all sort of Spikers here. My name is Ozzy, but you should probably get in the habit of calling me Goaltender. My brother over there is Thurmond; the Spikers are too afraid to jump him in and give him a proper nickname."

The Dredswarm cracks it's knuckles. "Gee. I wonder why?"

You glance to the door. The Dredswarm give you the creeps, and with all the explosives around you wouldn't feel safe in this building even if you did trust the residents. As you consider saying goodbye your mind wanders to Spot, waiting back at your apartment. Before you return to her you should have the basic outline of a blood pact thought out, as well as a first meal captured for her unless you intend to give a Ratline the honor...

!!About Blood Pacts!!

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A blood pact is a contract between a vampire and a soon to be turned mortal. A blood pact takes effect when the blood of both parties is spilled onto the document by an action initiated by the mortal to be turned. Most bloodlines who reproduce via pact have their own unique ritual for the spilling of the blood. It is generaly anknowledged that the more blood the mortal is willing and able to spill the quicker and less agonizing the transformation becomes, therefore most rituals aim to spill most or all of each parties blood. To remedy the blood loss one or more mortals are usually kept on hand to be drained afterwards.

The contract itself has two mandatory clauses:

1: The mortal signing forfeits his or her mind, body, and soul to death. The mortal accepts all the drawbacks of vampireism and expects nothing in return other than the powers the transformation provides and any other reward stipulated in the contract.

2: The Vampire agrees to welcome the mortal into his/her bloodline, and takes full responsibility for the existence of the new vampire.

The contract attempts to enforce itself by altering the perceptions of both parties at the moment of transformation. Both parties will see each other in a new light. Exactly how this change in perception manifests itself can be written directly into the pact. Many pacts mandate that the newly turned see his/her maker as a parent, teacher, or master. More egalitarian pacts pair off the signing parties as siblings or lovers.

The perception altering powers of the pact can be exploited for other purposes as well. A clever vampire can alter a new convert's (and/or his/her own!) opinion on any person, place, thing, or idea. Any mental changes caused by a blood pact are one time only, and can be undone via (un)life experience.

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Potential Goals/Tasks:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Urgent:
-You must make the preparations to turn Spot...

Semi-Urgent
-The Ratline you drained is not going to recover without a mortal to bleed dry
-If the other factions are building up numbers, you may want to start turning mortals sooner rather than later...
-A progenitor such as yourself requires a meal everyday. It is never to early to line up the next victim.
-You are not sure if that shopkeeper is to be trusted... perhaps you should have him turned or killed...
-You know a Dredswarm lives at a Satellite Spikers camp

Non-Urgent
-You know most of the Blushface that lived on Earth IIV. If you can track down where they are staying on board you can reunite with old friends and potential allies
-If you can find the Railbone, and the means to pay them, you may be able to hire them before somebody else dose
-The Dredswarm are not to be trusted. Tacking them down and keeping an eye on them would not be a bad idea

Inventory:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

On Hand:
Revealing Spiker's Outfit: x1 (Worn)
Wallet: x1
-Shop Key
-Elevator Key
-Hovercart Starterchip
-Debit Card ( Credits)
Jetblack Hovercart: x1 (Driven)

At Apartment:
Office Terminal: x1 (Fully stocked with office supplies)
Sleeping Bags: x20
Wardrobe: x1 (Stocked with many outfits)
Gallon Jug of Holy Water: x10 (Used to harm Railbone or Ratline Vampires)
Silver Spike: x10 (Used to harm Vampires of your Bloodline, or the Dredswarm)
Snakeskin Whip: x2 (Used to harm Blushface vampires)
Empty Casket: x3 (Used to put Vampires into hibernation)
Laser Defense System: x1 (Disarmed)

Factions/Bloodlines:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Unnamed Bloodline:
Leader: Countessa Camilla Von Nekratos (You!)
Holdings: See Other Tabs
Description: This bloodline reproduces via blood pact. Members of this bloodline are supernaturally persuasive towards mortals, and can steal the living form of a corpse. Members of this bloodline can be destroyed in a matter of seconds by burning sanctified oils, and suffer from the all to common Vamperic aversion to silver.

Bloodline Railbone:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Tense
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The Railbone are a bloodline of Vampires that originated on a small colony of the New Spartan Empire. The Railbone are deceivingly thin and scrawny looking, but are strong enough to wear power armor and wily enough to cast dark magic. The upper echelons of Railbone society behave like a traditional vampire cult, however the lower ranked and impure of blood are organized like an army. The Railbone are more interested in material wealth than they are in power among vampires, so they often lend themselves out as mercenaries in inter-bloodline conflicts.

Bloodline Dredswarm:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Tense
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The Dredswarm are a brutal race of vampires that originated on a highly irradiated doomed human colony. The resemble insects more than they do humans and have great agility and natural weapons. Despite the implications of it's name Dredswarm society is poorly organized, they band together to fight other bloodlines and important leaders may retain a small entourage of guards, but other than that the Dredswarm tend to be loners. The Dredswarm are highly aggressive, and will wage war against any human or vampire faction with little provocation.

Bloodline Blushface:
Leader: Unknown
Relationship: Friendly
Holdings: Unknown
Description: The blushface were originally a human supremacist faction on a multi-racial planet who embraced Vampireism to gain the upper hand in a war of ethnic cleansing. The Blushface are unnaturally adorable, with large round eyes, smooth faces, and braided blonde hair. They have the ability to turn into cute creatures such as puppies, ducklings, and rabbits. Blushface leaders appear as small children, but are more naturally drawn to acts of wickedness than almost any other specimen of vampire. The Blushface prefer subterfuge, sabotage, and propaganda over combat when dealing with their enemies. You were groomed to be a leader of this bloodline, and know alot of it's members.

The Spikers:
Leaders: Greg (Supreme Leader), Spot (Head Mechanic)
Relationship: Allied
Holdings: 1 Ball Court Camp, 1 Tank, About 30ish human members
Description: A human criminal gang, their colors are purple and red. Most of their members are young, in their teens or early twenties. You are accepted as a member of this group.

Locations:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Posh Basement Apartment: The ancient and long severing colony ship Duskbolt is generally considered a space-faring slum. Under orders of the Dark God however, the other Bloodlines saw to it that you received one of the few nice pieces of real estate aboard. The apartment contains personal quarters, servant's quarters, a full service kitchen, 3 bathrooms, a heavily shielded panic room, a large meeting room, and an personal direct elevator to a rundown general store on the street level deck. The apartment is located just above the star-ships engine block, so it is well heated and has no windows to let in the pesky light of nearby stars.

Slums of Duskbolt: Mortal colonists and crew bolt through narrow passages and poorly maintained streets. Seedy and outright criminal businesses operate here. The fact that the general population area is covered by a large transparent dome means that should you ever develop a weakness to sunlight the slums could be dangerous should the Duskbolt visit a star-system for a gravity push.

Cosmoball Court: A run down area orignaly intended for sports and recreation. It is now home to the human gang known as the Spikers. It's only defenses are a chain link fence with several guards at the gate. It is capable of housing up to 40 individuals comfortably, and is currently near that limit.

Minions:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ratline Handmaiden: 15% Health
Ratline Handmaiden x3: 100% Health
Ratline Eunuch x4: 100% Health
(Ratline servants are 4 generations separated from their long dead progenitor, and thus incapable of infecting mortals. They are instinctively drawn to tend to the physical, mental, spiritual, and supernatural needs of more power vampires such as yourself. The only wage they ask is the opportunity to die in your service.)

Ratline Spawner: 50% Health (In Hibernation)
(The Ratline were all but destroyed in part because of their vermin like breeding habits, any human a 3rd or lower generation Ratline so much as laid fangs on was quickly turned. 3rd generation breeders such as this one are a rare and finite resource, as all 1st and 2nd generation Ratline were killed. Awaken this wretched creature if you need more humble and expendable slaves created, but be prepared to handle a population explosion should he get out of control)

[stabbymcstabstab]

Well make it just basic and get a few mortals to feed spot because we do want to spill as much blood as possiable and mabye start get a few slaves. (will sapped mortals.)

[kaian-a-coel]

Yeah. use your minions to grab some mortals. three to five. STEALTHY.

Then PACT. i'll think about the exact terms. We'll need to discuss it with Spot.

[stabbymcstabstab]

Well we do need some sort of print stating that Spot will not in any way rebel or do something to harm us with out us telling to do it like training or sparring?