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[Taricus]

Tavius ignores the servants, taking his "Newly acquired" weapon to a good position, and seeing how well it does against the mutants...

[Dragor23]

Dlevos bows before the Archon. "My men are your men, Your Grace. We will provide quite good... services." "Eeeeyup."

Join the crusade as mercenary company.

[Azthor]

Convey a meeting with Roim on how to deal with the rebellious Lord Ravenwood.

[Sheb]

So you've finally remembered my existence? What is it about this time?

[mesor]

(( What about me wernt you asking sheb about whether to hire me or not . ))

[Ghazkull]

((sorry for any delays, i was in hospital last week and am still bound to the bed, although now i am virutally free 24/7...just a note to Azthor and Sheb Lord Ravenwood belongs to the few remaining Minor Noble Houses not belonging to you. they control 5% of the Planet.))

Archon Luthias

A screen in your office springs to life on it you can see the four Cr'tok brothers each having his own quarter of the screen. You recall that the four are always at odds with each other and rumour has it that their seat of power has 4 wings,4 landing pads and so on, due to the chronic disability of the brothers to work together.

"Greetings, Archon, you requested a parlay with us?"

Dlevos

Your Regiments join the other Crusaders as they move to board the Morning Star one of the two Ships the Archon owns. Most of your men have never seen such a thing and are understandably impressed.

Sheb, Azthor
((Mesor you know what a hive is do you? I doubt that it has any "Gates". Although i have no idea how they are accessed apart per ship anyway...

Spoiler:  Small Hive (click to show/hide)

A hive is a city that is an infection on the face of a planet. It is somewhere where too much is. It has populations that cannot countenance the sun, never minding that they have never seen it. it has sumps that make oceans seem puddles, spires that taunt heaven, it creaks with stresses of fathoms and leagues and measurements no man should write down. It is a seething mass of humanity, a wound wound round with huddled masses, the tired and desperate stretching their hands to support boots stamping in their face forever.

A city becomes a hive when it ceases to be administered, ceases to be controlled, but becomes a fed thing. When it no longer has a vulgar argot or a slang but a canonicity of tongue, a stack of languages predicated upon the one foundation. A hive is a city that can withstand invasion with the same grace that a restaurant bears a boorish assemblage for an annunciation, when its levies are so numerous that they bridge rivers with the bodies of their fallen, when it takes whole worlds to sate their demand for boots.

More pointedly, indeed, literally so, a hive city is one where so many centres of population have been assembled in stacked and interlocked arcologies, cell upon cell, block upon block, that they stack and inconvenience themselves to the stars.

Five towns may join to form a city. Three cities may join to form a conurbation. Half a thousand cities stacked up like gyre-worms devouring a wounded sibling, that is a hive.

If a ventilation failure does not kill a short legion of possible recruits to the guard; if there are not nobles who have grown fat from millenia of profit from concessions in the printing of transport tickets; if the Astropaths need not be shielded from the keening madness of that many trapped souls to communicate with the universe outside; if more than one twenty-third of the population can express clearly the notion of a definable 'not-here' with facts more concrete than 'it is not-here, it is the other-where'; if one can look upon it and not weep; then it is not a hive city. Else, well, make your mark, friend, you are hive-bound.

Your meeting is interruped, as a guard storms into the room. " My lieges and army has gathered in front of the Hive!"


Robert
[3] You don't get much beyond that which you already know. A crusade on the newly discovered Continent, Nova fighting the church and apparently House Cr'tok seems to look for Explorers like you...
[6] You find out that most of Si'kar is mapped (except for the Xeno Land's) and few undiscovered ruins remain. However after getting spending a few drinks on a Triumvirate Associate in the Hotel bar you figure out that the rest of the system is mostly undiscovered and unmapped. He tells you that the Triumvirate is always eager to discover new worlds...

Tavius

coming soon...

[Ardas]

"Why yes, I did indeed wanted to speak with you."
Archon seemed pleased to get in contact with the unfortunate quartet.

The xeno population on this world is large and the crusade could take many years against them, and it is known that you are the experts on biotechnology, like airborne agents and pathogens. Its also quite apparent that House Nova, although divided, aims to establish planetary supremacy, and it would be benefical to rein them in somewhat. Archon smiled mischeviously.
"Do you understand what I'm hinting at?"

[Sheb]

Ready the artillery. Send for its leader and ask what they want.

[mesor]

Follow my "escort" to Roim Scaleskinner and offer my hand to him politely.

"I heard you were the man to talk to about a job for my men and I like to make a big entrance"

[Sheb]

"Well, the last man who made such an entrance ended with his men dead. My soul is already burdened enough that I did not have my men inflict the same fate on you, but you better not tempt me again.

Now, we might infact have a job for you. Please follow me to the map table."

After sending everybody but Azthor, Levon and himself away, Roim goes on.

"Are you familiar with the lands of Lord Ravenwood? The man himself is a brat with an ego far bigger than it should, but his lands are home to one of the few Spaceport on Si'kar. As far as we know, the only other one is around Castellum Fidelis. Given the current Archon thirst for power, I don't need to stress the importance of that Spaceport.

Here is where you come in. We do not know his army's strength but we could probably crush it. The Spaceport, however, might be destroyed in the ensuing fight. We will send you away very publicly, maybe even shoot a few warning shots at your troop. Sullen, you'll go to Lord Ravenwood, who will be eager to hire you as he'll need every man to defend against us.

Once you're hired, you'll send as much intelligence to us as you can. Once we attack, you'll turn on Ravenwood, and seek to occupy and secure the Spaceport as fast as possible. In addition to whatever Ravenwood choose to give you, you'll keep his land as a Novan vassal. We'll also give you suitable title. Does that suit you?"

[mesor]

"That depends. How many Regiments does he have to defend that space port and can you get me any additional forces discreetly? Holding a port while im surrounded on all sides by an enemy with superior numbers and superior fire power is easier said then done and assuming I even manage it I don't want to take your port at the cost of my entire army.

[Sheb]

Well, you'll have to figure that one out. But with surprise, you should not have to hold on for more than a few hours, at the very most. His forces will be busy enough fighting ours.

[mesor]

"Hmmm it is possible. Can you tell me how you intend to attack so I have some idea of what information will be most useful.

[Sheb]

Well, you don't really need that information. Let us say it'll be an encirclement, followed by a massive assault.

[mesor]

"If I could convince him to send part of he's army outside of he's city into the open would that be worth a bonus?