You rise out of the qiviut bed, your mind set, for now, on slaying the Barker 'God' [Ripper]. You stretch your sore muscles, lifting one hand then-- not...lifting the other. A frown dances across your lips before you stifle it. Breakfast is being served soon or is in the process of being served, but you don't rush. Your energy requirements, for now, are quite low. So is the peckish hunger that picks at your stomach. You work through some stretches and isometric exercises, feeling the soreness in your muscles fade. Your shoulders feel immensely better after a long set of one-handed push ups.
I seem to get sore when I don't exercise. Or fight. Muscle degradation? Or stimuli to avoid muscle degradation? With your morning stretches and isometrics out of the way, you gather your scattered clothes and pull them on. Some are more difficult than others, but you manage and smooth out the wrinkles the best you can with your available hand. You check yourself in a copper mirror, straightening your collar.
And then, for a little too long, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is long again, hanging down to your back, your skin has tanned to match the hue of most of this planet's people -- a bronzy brown of melanin that protects from the harsh, yellow sun --
More to fit in. If a miniature sun can't give me cancer then a distant one definitely won't.Your datapad pings, again and again, breaking you out of your reverie, and you brush the hair from your face and pick up the stolen device.
((Lets try something new! Suggests tasks to queue up over the course of a day, week, or month!))
1. Turn off that godsdamned pinging.
2. Eat breakfast. Maybe enjoy the hotsprings with Cephie.
3. Announce your intentions to slay [Ripper].
3. Slay Ripper
4. Be annoyed at Emma Thornton.
5. Avoid Nicole Gainer
6. ?
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [0815] 1/12/2011
Personal Time: 8 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You are missing your left arm.
Laterally, across your chest is an ugly scar.
Your hair is a darker neon blue, speckled with gold, black and reds.
Cohesion: 90%
You are peckish
This device has a variety of applications and tools. A calculator, contact book, Empyreal Network Connection, instant messaging, a banking app. Oddly, the clock is set to only show local time, with a sprite of a zig-zagging snake where a network connection symbol should be.
Cephie: Hey, come get breakfast! Apparently, we're waiting for you.
William: The armor is off. It...I regret it. I'm sorry.
Emma: I'm going to be returning to Stormmont. The council needs a firm hand. I'll see you at breakfast.
Flesh:
[Arm Materials]:
SEED hull plating
'Colossi' Heart String
Fusion Reactor
Barker skin
The rest has been supplied.
This one is a set of images, sent over a very, very secured line. The first are two cryosleep pods sitting under armed Crusader guard. One pods' menaces with organic tendrils of twisting red metal have shredded the containment unit. It is still functional, judging by the lights. The silvery metal of another is tinged with a yellow to green gradient of some form of corrosion. It, too, continues to function. THe faint silhouettes of a body lie within each.
The next image is a single data-cube. The script on the smooth, black surface blurs and corrects as an auto-translator helps you read the markings. 'SEED Project Genetic Data Storage.'
Isela: Currently a hover vessel is in transit to recover these items from the Arkship, Mother Pheonix. You glance at a rough flight plan -- discovering it is roughly a two hour, for you, flight across the Outlands. To the northeast.
Torso:A fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves.
Over Torso: A black, Crusader military greatcoat
Across Chest: Hardlight Emitter Shield (10/10)
[hidden]
[hidden]
On Waist: A blue, silk sash
On Legs: A pair of grey semi-formal, military-style pants.
On Feet: Woolen socks(hidden)
On Feet, Over [socks]: A pair of gray spacer boots[charred]
In coat pocket: 'centivu 2000' Datapad[Cracked:Pirate Security System][Stolen]
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [35 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [35 meters]
Sustained Powers: 2/5 (Bird of Sol's Reign:Permanant, Sol's Glamor: Permanant)
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
-Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
-Hydrogen Embolism: Novice, Horrifying
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
-- Slayer's Shotgun : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Qualified
- endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Initiated.
Energy Manipulation: General Novice.
- Energy Manipulation: Lightning Novice.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
-Silicon Sunder: Amateur
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath One owed Favor: Ashley 'Ashes' SolContract with the Retributionist's Valhol' Pirates, AKA the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in Person
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Ruled Nation: Pheonix's Holy Fortress-State
A dominant power on McCreary's Planet, despite its new foundation. Currently pursuing a policy of aggressive reclamation.
-Ruled by a council, headed by yourself.
-Theocratic Dictatorship
-The citizens revere you as their new God.
--Contactable in by Datapad.
Organization: The Children of SEED
Nine individuals, with the minds of automata and the bodies of men and women. Their very presence grates on your nerves.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Subservient to you
Organization: Thornton Warmachines
A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
Organization: The Crew of Retributionist's Valhol, the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin
A motley collection of nearly three hundred pirates, who have crashlanded in the Outlands some thousand years ago. They are a representative populist enterprise.
--Lead by Captain Murdach Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network
Potential Husband, Threat: Rekhyt Samkrend/Khudal Cityclan
An Outlander Prince. The third child of Khaganate Samkrend. A sharp wit and a sharper blade.
--Contactable in person
Servant, Friend?, Occasional Lover: Cephie Laviosier.
An Ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon-based structures.
--Contactable in person, or instant message
Mercenary: Murdach Valhol
Captain of the Retributionist's Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Consort, Annoying Oracle: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A bristly furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future. His fur is a rusty red, mixed with brownish gray. His eyes are starting to be tinged with bright, electric blue.
-10/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-5/50 Respect
Pheonix's Fortress-State (McCreary's Planet)
Theocractic Dictactorship
Capital: Fortress City of Stormmont
Population: 4*10^6
Military: One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
Three (3) Corps of Active Duty Defense Militias (Baseline, Mark .5){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps Reserve Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Underequipped){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
One (1) Company of Thornton Warmachines (Baseline, Mark ~1, Hardened Veterans){Currently Fighting in Steelworks Number Nine}
Commodities of Note: Nutrient Bar Rations [Food Stuffs] (equilibrium), Hydrogen Fuel Supplies (deficit), Medical Supplies (equilibrium), Consumer Goods (deficit), Electronics (deficit), Steel (equilibrium), Bioplastics (deficit), Chemicals (surplus), Luxury goods (low deficit), Alchoholic Beverages (surplus), Slug Weapons (deficit), Beetle Products (glut)
Quality of life: Food, clean water, lighting, sanitation, universal literacy, universal healthcare, universal higher education, lack of culture, lack of luxury, religious restrictions, and lack of universal rights
Population Morale: Medium
Government Legitimacy: Moderate.
Economy: Non-existant, survival focus
Territories: SEED Holy Land
Ethnic Groups of Note: Thornton Family Group (Unified, Loyal, Criminal), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Sandsper Family, (Unified, Criminal, ? ? ?), Twenty Minor Families(Unified, Criminal), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Twenty Clans, ? ? ?)
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