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You check the security console to see what's it pinging about...

Ship traffic logs, that's what.

1236USY.1d/1m.2033h:
Unknown vessel enters Beta Carotenii system through Poseidonis Jump Gate. Heading: Gamma Urquanni Jump Gate.
Security Tag 74A83 attached to Unknown Vessel.

1236USY.1d/1m.2200h:
Unknown vessel (sectag 74A83) leaves Beta Carotenii system through Gamma Urquanii Jump Gate.

1236USY.2d/1m.0003h:
"Marco Polo", an Aviso-class Personal Delivery Craft, has left the vicinity of the station, heading in direction of Eta Coridani Jump Gate.

1236USY.2d/1m.0117h:
"Minuet", a Freedom-class Cargo Barge, has left vicinity of the station, heading in direction of Madagascar Jump Gate.

This means, you're all alone on the station, once again.

Such is a deep space bartender's life.

A) Let's start up the day - prep the bar, turn on the lights, get music going...
B) One more console left to check!

You idly tend to the bar - your patrons can always speak up.


"An'der Wóda." Agustina mumbles, pushing the shot glass towards you. You glance at Chester, who glances at you and then Agustina, and returns to sipping of his sucrosol.

You pour the noble girl another shot of Wóda, and in the end you get to scan her credchip again. (+5c)

Today Earnings: 1097c
Monthly Earnings: 1097c

She looks into the glass and takes a sip afterwards.


Chester suddenly drinks all of his remaining sucrosol in one go, putting his glass the very moment a soft 'thwup' comes from Agustina.

You see her face placed against the counter, and then you hear the quiet breathing.

"I must excuse myself. For a brief period of time. During which I will carry Miss Akrylla. To a sleep pod onboard Minuet." The android easily lifts the uncounscious noblewoman off the counter and over his shoulder. Slowly he carries her through the main gate and into the airlock.


Chester returns the moment your biochip triggers a warning inside your brain:

[SLEEP PERIOD HAS BEGUN. SEEK A PREFERABLY COMFORTABLE PLACE TO SLUMBER UNTIL 0115 TOMORROW. NEGLIGENCE TO THIS MIGHT CAUSE YOUR ORGANIC COMPONENTS TO BECOME INEFFICIENT.]

"Miss Akrylla has begun slumber for next six hours. This should be sufficient for her body. To recover from drunkness. Hopefully her hangover. Will not be too difficult on her."

A) Explain to Chester that you must get some sleep.
B) "More synthol?"
C) Ask Chester some questions.

"I care not for their motives and callings. If they wanted to live, they should've kept away from criminal work." Cecilia shook her head.

"But that's a morbid topic right now. Let us focus on the return home. Hya!" Cecilia ordered her pegasus to start moving.

---

Cecilia slowed down her pegasus, to meet with Lijsbeth and Stefan.

"Marie probably worried about us for quite a while. Wounds during combat are obvious matter, but, I would prefer you do not discuss that I was shot, alright?" Cecilia shrugged with a smile.

"Galian Princesses can be scary loud when they are worried, I've found out."

~~Enemies Turn!~~

The soldier held by Casslan roared and freed himself from his grasp, swinging his lance haphazardly!

The soldier in the foyer screamed and rushed at Ivy, stabbing her greviously!

Hit: 98-23 = 75
Hit roll: 50, hit!
No crit roll
Damage: 16-2 = 14dmg

Ivy counters!
Hit: 112+15-14 = 113, autohit!
Crit roll: 77, no crit
Damage: 13-0 = 13dmg

The militia in the pillared hall foamed at his mouth, attacking Aland and also stabbing him!

"Damn it!" Aland countered the strike rather sloppishly.

Hit: 98+15-25-31 = 57
Hit roll: 13, hit!
No crit roll
Damage: 16+1-3 = 14dmg

Prince Aland counters!
Hit: 105-15-14 = 76
Hit roll: 87, miss!

Prince Aland counters again!
Hit: 105-15-14 = 76
Hit roll: 14, hit!
Crit roll: 61, no crit
Damage: 13-1-8 = 4dmg

~~Allies Turn!~~

"Prince Aland! Forgive me, Lolbert!" Commander Epirus went to protect the prince!

Hit: 91+15-14 = 92
Hit roll: 73, hit!
Crit roll: 49, no crit
Damage: 20+2+1-8 = 15dmg

Militia A counters!
Hit: 98-15-14 = 69
Hit roll: 95, miss!

Prince Aland went to hide behind the pillar, clutching his bleeding abdomen.

Orf, in the meanwhile, stared wide-eyed at the frenzied soldier nearby.

"You still gonna keep me from harm, right??" He then moved away and opened the door.

The man inside screamed.

Orf screamed.

"Pleasdonothurtmeiwillpayyou!!" The older man yelled, clutching a bottle. Orf raised his hands in peaceful gesture.

"Whoa, who's talking about hurting? Who the heck are you, man?"

"A-Albertus Corlann... I own this place. Wait, are you here to rescue me??"

"Uhhh, yeah. Let's go with that." Orf pointed at the man inside the storeroom. "Mister Casslan, I've found Sir Purplecloak I believe!"


Allies Stats updated!

Objectives Completed:
*Find and apprehend Albertus "Sir Purplecloak" Corlann, if he is still alive.

//Dingdingdingding! +1 Level up!

You, a couple of your guards, the Advisor and the Spymaster and the bearded retainer move to a smaller chamber, while your servants take Princess Iselda to find her a proper bedroom.

"My lord, King Tastan, suspects you have spies placed at our court." The bearded man says, stopping in middle of the room. "Of course, considering your proposal, he will cast these suspicions away." You look around for the Spymaster, but he somehow managed to leave when you weren't looking.

"You've brought his sister with you." The Advisor states the obvious, and the bearded man bows respectfully.

"King Tastan jumped at the chance to remove his sister from Trist and get her to safety. He hopes that you will be kind to her and he swears that she will make a good wife. Hopefully, when the war is over, he can visit you and his sister."

"What war is he going to?" The Advisor asks, and the bearded man smiles.

"Against Queen Talia and her brothers of course. Your gifts, King Velarien, I hope you forgive my lord, were sold for funds and these funds were spent to secure loyalty of his supporters. King Tastan hopes to rein Queen Talia in and remove her brothers from the picture, perhaps, permamently."

A) "Let me offer you the services of my Army; we were building up numbers to deter you, but perhaps they can serve even greater cause!"
B) "I send him finest goldiwork of Bailemarr and he sells them like cheap baubles! This insult will not be forgiven easily!"
C) "Let me offer you the money of my Treasury; it can buy supplies and loyalties equally well, and King Tastan might need them all!"
D) "Send my regards to King Tastan, I shall pray to Pantheon he is victorious in this struggle."

"They ought to have freedom of worship, yet they should remain adjacent to our culture and laws! Let me send for their leaders to discuss this matter!" The priests don't look very happy with your decision, but you arrange messengers to call for the Shepherdian worshippers to bring people to your court to discuss their religion.

After Pantheonist priests leave, the group of foreigners enter. They are all wearing hooded cloaks, and there's about twenty of them. Swords and axes are visible at their belts and girdles, so your guards are at the ready.

In middle of the group is a young lady, with auburn hair, some faint freckles, a large black birthmark on her nose, and of generally unflattering shape and posture.

"King Velarien of Bailemarr." Says a bearded man with an axe, stepping to the front, with the girl following. "Greetings to you, from my lord and master, King Tastan of Trist. Your letter has been read. Your proposal has been of course, accepted." Your courtiers gasp and murmur as the man steps aside, hand open toward the young lady. She moves forward and curtsies - as much as her cumbersome, linen cloak allows.

"And here is your bride and soon-to-be wife, Princess Iselda." The bearded man speaks loudly, as the girl smiles nervously.

"G-Greetings sire... King Velarien... i-its p-pleasure to meet you... t-to be chosen by y-you as your w-w-wife." She blushes and bows her head gently. You grimace a little - you hope it is nervousness that stilts her speech, rather than actual speech impediment.

"King Velarien, if I may, our lady has ventured far from home to an alien land with little rest. Can I ask she be given a bedchamber and some rest. Meanwhile, I wish to be allowed to speak with you in private, for I bring message from my lord and king, Tastan, of great importance." He looks to his sides, eyeing your courtiers. "And of great import that requires privacy." This, of course, ruffles the feathers of your nobles the wrong way and makes guards doubly suspicious.

A) "To not trust my court is as if you do not trust me. You shall speak in front of my nobles, or not at all!"
B) "Alright then! Let us recede to a nearby chamber, if you truly require privacy to speak with me."

Curious about the new religion, you decide to speak with the priests.

"The Shepherds have crossed every line of decency, my liege!" The leader of the priestly group says, and his colleagues murmur in agreement. "For times untold those worshipping others than the Pantheon were to go to our altars and deposit their prayers. And what did the foreigners do? They've bought an inn and furnished it into a temple, where they worship their Shepherd, so-called divine protector of all!"

"What's this Shepherding abaut?" The priest glares at you.

"My liege, five years ago you yourself allowed the goat-herders from the south-east to settle in our kingdom, and they've brought their religion with them! And they were fine to worship at our temples, alas, they did the blasphemy nobody dared in centuries! They ought to be punished, for their endanger stability and unity of Bailemarrian peoples!"

A) "Heathens undermining our peace! Rest assured my soldiers and officials will take care of them!"
B) "Eh, its just one temple. How bad could it get, really?"
C) "They ought to have freedom of worship, yet they should remain adjacent to our culture and laws! Let me send for their leaders to discuss this matter!"

"There's no need to be so hasty. You ought to have your men at the ready, but we must first await the response from King Tastan to the letter I have sent. We might avoid bloodshed altogether." The Spymaster and the Marshal bow and return to their works.


Silver bullion caravan from far southwest has arrived early once again!

Praised be hardworking Gonians!


On a particularly warm day, when you think it will be simple and easy day of governance, the gate guards approach you.

"My liege! Two groups of people ask for audience with you."

"Who they be?"

"A group of Pantheonist priests concerned about the worshippers of the Shepherd. The other group is a group of soldiers, escorting a noble lady from a foreign land, but they refused to say more."

A) "Wait, since when we have a foreign religion operating in my Kingdom? I must speak with the Pantheonists at once!"
B) "A noble lady from a foreign land? Bring her and her people in, this is most unusual occurence!"