You duck your head in a thankful bow, retiring once more to the grimy bathroom to change back into your charred underlay and armor. The backplate feels a little thin, that is, until you activate Lucille. The needles dig in and feast upon the nutrients and nanites your body produces. The feeling of fullness in your belly disappears. You emerge, and Fred and Tim wait for you in the entryway. Shock blooms across their expressions as the armor shifts and adjusts itself to any minute changes in your form. It settles down, and you dip your head again.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Fredrick and Timothy Caltrop. A hover-craft will be here today to recover you."
"It was a pleasure." Both bow their heads, and Timothy rushes to open the door for you. You duck out, and, for once, the sun shines down on the blasted wasteland left by SEED's passing.You approach the broken gate, frowning to yourself.
You're no blacksmith, but --
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Silicon is a brittle metal, but, if there's enough of it, that really doesn't matter. You erect a new wall, covering the gate in the shiny material and fortifying the crumbling brickwork that surrounds the mansion. It doesn't take long, only thirty minutes or so, to raise it by about ten feet and top it with savage spikes and jagged, hard to climb edges. It even has a deep trench around it, filled with savage spikes. The two Caltrop brothers look on in stunned silence.
[-] With their safety momentarily assured, you unfurl your wings and bask in both the comforting warmth they provide. The sun beams down, on your face, and a light wind blows. It's cold, cold enough that your wings are turning the snow around you into steam, but in this moment, you are quite comfortable.
There's a temptation here. What if I never return? What if I leave this war? Leave my so-called fate? Leave it all behind to soak in the sun. There are many villages that would no doubt honor me with great comfort. Would it be such a betrayal?As if to answer yourself, you rise into the air and set off to Stormmont upon your wings of red and gold. The trip is quiet, and you soar over the lands of ash and melting snow. You keep your helmet off, tucking it into a crook in your arm as you feel the cold wind nipping at your face. It's in the early evening when you finally arrive at your Fortress, slipping into your quarters through your personal alcove in its armored defenses. No one is there to greet you as you drop to your bed and devour a nutrient cube from your stash.
You send a message to Zero, instructing him to send a squad and a hovercraft to the Caltrop Residence.
With your business done, you lay on your bed, and contemplate your next move.
You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1830] 12/28/2011
Personal Time: 6 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You are missing your left arm.
Laterally, across your chest, is an ugly scar.
Cohesion: 70%
You are satiated.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.[Charred]
Max Willpower Linear Distance: [20 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [20 meters]Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
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Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
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Slayer's Blade : Initiated
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Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
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Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Initiated
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
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Silicon Sunder: Novice
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath 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 recent 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.
Organization: The Children of SEED
Ten 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, radio.
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Subservient to you
Organization: Thornton Warmachine
--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
Servant, Friend?: Cephie Laviosier.
--An Ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon based structures.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
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
*Coordinating Thornton Family Evacuation*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Consort: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Coordinating Thornton Family Evacuation*
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: 1.2*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 Steelworks 4, 5, 6, 7. Farmland 1, Fortified}
One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in Steelworks Region 4-7, 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)
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: Steelworks 4, 5, 6, 7. Farmland 1
Ethnic Groups of Note: Thornton Family Group (Unified, Loyal, Criminal), Sandsper Family Group (Unified, ? ? ?), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Fifteen Clans, ? ? ?)
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