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"Some people submit to fate's whims, but others push fate to do what they want. You, I believe, may be one of the latter. Should you succeed, we shall ensure you are greatly rewarded."Erin Quill’s voice came through the radios of Celling’s ship, repeating every few minutes like a broken record.
“Some people submit…”Lieutenant -
Former Lieutenant, he corrected himself - Former Lieutenant Wenton Celling stood in the control cabin of the small patrol boat he had taken, half-deaf to the words he heard.
They had found him. Of
course they had found him. Everyone knew that a small boat was trivial to find on coastal radar these days. The iron hull and steel rigging might as well be a signal flare if you knew to look in the ten-to-a-hundred meter bands.
And they wanted him back. After all, he’d abandoned his post and stolen a boat.
“You, I believe…”Even before the message, he’d wondered,
Why’d I do it? Of course, he knew the answer. A single, determined individual, working tirelessly based on principle and tradition, stood a much better chance of success than the armies of evil and authority - at least, in these kinds of stories.
Still not a very good chance, though, he thought. He wondered if he was the anti-hero, doomed to chase the protagonist across continents and oceans, slowly slipping into ruthlessness and derangement to prove a point to those watching above.
“submit to fate’s whims…”Though that’s a far-out idea, he commented idly.
I probably just followed him because I wanted another crack at that Eldin nutcase… or, more likely, because I still want Armen back.Of course, if the plot demanded an anti-hero, it could easily come up with any number of justifications for his actions, slipping them into his mind as easily as coins into a wallet.
“you are greatly rewarded…”If the plot demanded anything, it would get it. No string could be left unpulled in order to make these puppets dance as they should. Oh, there was randomness, and democracy, and unpredictable things, but in a higher, invisible place. All the lives, all the toiling, in this tiny antfarm, going to waste, for the sake of a few lines on a screen. Celling was about ready to shout at the sky, punch at the camera, at the unfairness of it all.
“to do what they want…”But if that had to be done, why not do it with others?
“Some people submit…”Enough was enough. He slammed his finger on the big green
SEND button on the radio control panel and said, “Alright, Quill. Talk to me.”
Erin Quill was, of course, a civilian, but as it was his wormhole that was in danger of being sabotaged he had been given provisional control over the entire rebel situation until such time as the capital was not in danger of sudden and total failure of existence. Such provisional control also extended to administrative duties, such as contacting and communicating with a rouge lieutenant.
It probably helped that he still had the spare keys to all the radios.
“Should you succeed…”Celling pressed the button again. “Come on, Erin, it isn’t that late and we both know you’re there. Cut the gramophone already.”
Quill, upon hearing this, let the gramophone go for another full cycle before answering, “It’d be really good to have you back, Celling. The higher-ups are promising some pretty big things in exchange for your help.”
“I need no buying, Dr. Quill. Getting rid of that lunatic Eldin would be reward enough in itself.”
“Oh,” replied Erin. “That in addition to getting back into dear Miss DeMarco’s…”
“Watch it, Quill.”“...favor. What did you expect me to say? This production is going to be fairly G-rated.”
“Let’s go back to stopping the lunatic.”
“Yes. Lieutenant - no,
Captain Wenton Celling, your mission is now officially sanctioned. You mission - to dispose of the threat posed by Jacob Eldin and Armen DeMarco, and bring them back, dead or alive. I’m here to make sure that it doesn’t all go to hell.”
“You have a plan?”
“No, a pineapple.
Of course I have a plan. Though you likely won’t need an explicit one. I would say that the gods shine on you, if I was that sort of guy. I’m not, but they kinda do.”
“What are you talking about, Quill?’
“Oh come on. You’re not the only one that can break the fourth wall. Jacob Eldin is going down, down, down. At least, that is, if one seven-sided die and a whole lot of tropes have anything to say about it.”
All intermissions are now complete. A summary of events during intermissions follows.- A large, intact, but cracked shard of Andantesite is obtained and de-linked
- A method of de-linking a Andantesite crystal from a control shard is found. It currently takes 14.3 hours and a radio generator, but can be improved with lasers.
- Jacob Eldin escapes with the help of Ensign Armen DeMarco and keeps a boat with a lot of hostages
- Lieutenant Wenton Celling is found responsible for losing Eldin by declining to shoot in a hostage situation
- -1 to political
- Contact is made with the Europeans and a wormhole mouth will be sent back with them. The public is told that the Pylos will follow with a cache of Republic technology; we simple neglect to mention that it is the wormhole.
- Wenton Celling goes rouge and takes a ship to go after Eldin and DeMarco; his mission is later officially sanctioned
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- +1 military
- +2 scientific
- +0 informational
- +1 political
- BONUS: Scientific designs get one die automatically 4
- BONUS: D7s are rolled on anything relating to Wenton Celling
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