[Preferences accepted, Pheobe.] Lucille chimes helpfully, sounding monotone, but still polite and chipper. Less pleasure droid and far more office assistant. [Currently, you are surrounded by forty-eight individuals, who have rapid heart rates and higher blood pressure; this corresponds with non-threatening excitement levels in Terran Standard Humans.]
Have you've been training with it? Alphira retorts,
Or have you've been laying in bed for two months while other people work around you?"It's my honor Mother Alphira. I apologize for the wait." Whitney nods as the last person falls into the crowd. You lead them down the cobbled streets of the suburbs, approaching the Thornton District. A Warmachine halts your approach, asking you to wait in the plaza before the cargo ship. So you patiently do.
William is roused, stretching out and stifling a yawn, a red greatcoat haphazardly slung over his shoulder. His uniform, besides that, you note, after a brief inspection, is in perfect order. Down to the millimeter, as SEED military requires. He sniffs, looking over the group with something approaching disinterest.
"I was told you were soldiers. All I see is a mob! Form up for inspection!" William barks, dropping the playboy persona. The Veterans blink, rapidly forming up into a honed military line. William walks down in silence, prowling like a beast of prey. With a nod. "Acceptable. Now listen closely."
"You are going to be outfitted like this fine gentleman here!" He gestures to a bare-chested Warmachine, who's massive cybernetic limbs are displayed in all their glory, including the metallic spine implants. "This process is not reversible! Due to the war," He peels off a glove, revealing his metallic hand, "Attachments like these will not be available! So help us win this damn fight, and I'll see to it you get a ninety percent discount to buying these. Damn generous, for something so normally expensive. Save your pay if you want a normal life after all this shit, right?"
The Veterans dip their heads in a nod. Five, however, take one look at the Warmachine, glancing at you, and leave. William watches them go without a word, turning to the rest. "Next order! The surgery is painful and -long-. You may die, and if you don't die, then you might suffer from infections and other nastiness. SEED's release is available as an option if these complications result! You will sign a contract stating that you are doing this of your own free will!"
"If you think it gets easier from there, your wrong! This is a military operation, and I expect you to be better than you were with the Crusaders; Drunkenness, dereliction of duty-- these will not be tolerated! Debt-slavery is going to be a preferable option to the things we'll do to you if you screw up here." Thirteen more glances to William, and then back to the Warmachine, and they slowly step away.
"We'll be going into combat with all manners of Infected, along with any enemies of the state as deemed by Lady Alphira. This armor helps with protecting you from the worst of it-- your limbs can be easily detached, without harming you, and we can replace them, but torso wounds will still result in SEED's release!"
No one else leaves. Leaving you with-- [thirty individuals], including Whitney Carter.
"Good. Captain Remial will guide you into proper orientation and get your paperwork squared away. Dismissed!"
They file away behind a red-striped Warmachine, and William slumps, approaching you. "I expected more to leave, Phebe. We really need that funding, especially if we're to pay these people anything to live on."
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1230] 11/18/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You feel comfortable in your second skin.
Cohesion: 91%
You are satiated.
You are in peak physical shape.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
On Shoulders:A blood red half-cloak
Strapped across your chest: A worn shield belt. 1/5
Beneath your gorget: A blood red kevlar mesh.
Strapped to your shoulder: A heavy assault SMG, painted gold and black.500/500
In a sheath:An inscribed bone-handled, combat long knife.
In a holster: A dull, gray las-gun pistol.250/250
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
Ankle: A knife sheath with a well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
In belt: 5 las-gun rifle magazines.
In satchel: Three auto-syringes of modified 'Ballistic', five auto-syringes of 'modified' sleeping medicine, five auto-syringes of 'modified' tranquilizers, one las-gun repair kit, with extra focusing barrels and lenses, five las-gun rifle magazines, five las-gun pistol magazines
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Apprentice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[29.38 credits] in local currency.
Michael's Public House: [+.25 credits per month]
[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by Jennifer Shatterly
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--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
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*
Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently assassinating key political opponents.*
Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Currently compiling a list of SEED resources*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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