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Hm, call me very interested right now then. Give me a character sheet and I'll start cranking out pilots and leaders for the EDF.
Call me interested. But need more setting details before making a final jump in and to decide what characters to play.
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Kilo6 said
Hmm.... This just my might be a hunch.... but I think it might have something to do with that new game that came out.... what was is it? I can't seem to remember....
Call me tempted to somehow add steampunk Titans into this game now. Or dieselpunk Titans at any rate.
Working on a post now.
Planet Haven
Grand Palace of the Empress of the Mithran Dominion
"Run the numbers again *Architect." Ordered Empress Helena Greywind, sitting alone on her throne with a holo-screen in front of her shifting with the graphs and reams of data the *Architect network was feeding her as a convenient summary of managing an entire interstellar dominion of kingdoms, colonies, and planets. All this information, and able to do so little to change anything.
<Running. Sequence complete. Result unchanged Empress. Current rate of growth and expansion is decreasing due to lack of economic stimulus to expand. Nobleborn unemployment is at 45% and holding. At this time we exist in a state of sustainable stability and prosperity. Current population trend data reports few are inclined to change economic status quo.>
"Meaning people want to sit on their old wealth. I don't want stability, I want growth. We cannot afford to become stagnant. Damnit, how did my mother let things get so bad? What can we do to change this *Architect?"
<Devising suitable macroeconomic countermeasure proposals. Will require three days to complete all requisite test simulations.>
"Very well, take the time you need to make it right *Architect. Start contacting Freelancers, authorize another wave of expansion and exploration. And look up assets we can spare to equip new Freelancers as well."
<Command confirmed. Initiating Contingency 4493-77-F-21. Activating dormant Freelancer assets and cross-referencing frontier sector starcharts to mission profiles. Would you like to speak to Freelancer Command, empress?>
"Yes. Open a channel, full holo-com. And have the full council brought here by tomorrow for a meeting on a new colonial effort. Lets get these people back to work."
* * * * * * * * *
Freeport 10, docking bay four
MDFS Venture Star
Captain's private quarters
The chime of an message alert roused the lion from his slumber. Yawning and careful when stretching to not rouse the pair of sleeping forms in his bed, Freelancer Tanner put on his trademark lion-ear headpieces to activate the holo emitters embedded and bring up his personal terminal as a screen in front of him where a shape of shifting mathematical symbols hovered by its side as the representation of his communications AI. "What is it *Enigma?"
"Captain, incoming priority-two message from Freelancer Admiral Randgriz from Freeport Central addressed to you. He would not leave a message."
"Hey, no problem, always love talking to the Admiralty. Put him through."
"Would you like to get dressed first sir?"
"Just put a holo-screen over. We're not battle fleet. Lets not keep his royal admiralness waiting."
"Understood. Patching him through.
The screen shifted into the image of another Mithran, an older man but with a solid military bearing and body despite the admiral's discharge from battle fleet decades ago, standing in contrast to the laid back Tanner, who was signaling a bot to bring him a chair and datapad. "Tanner. I've got a new mission for you."
"Finally. Been laid up in dock for too long boss. R&R is nice, but I want to get back into the stars. Where am I going?"
"A loosely charted deep frontier sector. We're calling it the Midway cluster. Based on initial probe findings, it could be a critical link in future expansion into other deep-frontier sectors. The whole area seems rich in starship fuel and minerals. A refueling and drydock station there could lead to major expansion of the Dominion's borders."
"Shiney. Whats my cut?"
"Due entitlement of resources and even a lordship of a planet are on the table for negotiation. But only after we get surveys of all the major planets in the system and clearance of any significant threats. I'll have more details forwarded to you shortly. In the meantime, get your ship ready to move in the next week. And Tanner, wear some pants or get a better holo-filter next time, at least pretend to give your position its due responsibility. Randgriz out." The full-body holo winked out of existence, leaving Tanner alone just grinning like mad at the prospect of a whole new sector to explore.
"We have a mission captain?" Inquired a soft voice behind the young freelancer, which the young lion happily leaned back to face one of his favorite companions in biosynth form.
"Yup *Wolfhound, we got a new sector to explore. Double-check the ship's stock of mechs while I go look at how those new biosynths are working up. And get me *Spyglass, I want to know how ready his latest project is for field testing."
"Aye sir. I have no doubt *Spyglass will surprise us once again with his work."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Nation Actions:
* To counter the trends of stagnation and idle wealth, the Dominion is beginning a more wide spread freelancer independent explorer program, and the Empress is working to reverse the trend of idleness.
* Freelancer Claus Tanner gets orders to explore a possible gateway system with lots of jump potential. And has his crew gear up for another adventure.
Grand Palace of the Empress of the Mithran Dominion
"Run the numbers again *Architect." Ordered Empress Helena Greywind, sitting alone on her throne with a holo-screen in front of her shifting with the graphs and reams of data the *Architect network was feeding her as a convenient summary of managing an entire interstellar dominion of kingdoms, colonies, and planets. All this information, and able to do so little to change anything.
<Running. Sequence complete. Result unchanged Empress. Current rate of growth and expansion is decreasing due to lack of economic stimulus to expand. Nobleborn unemployment is at 45% and holding. At this time we exist in a state of sustainable stability and prosperity. Current population trend data reports few are inclined to change economic status quo.>
"Meaning people want to sit on their old wealth. I don't want stability, I want growth. We cannot afford to become stagnant. Damnit, how did my mother let things get so bad? What can we do to change this *Architect?"
<Devising suitable macroeconomic countermeasure proposals. Will require three days to complete all requisite test simulations.>
"Very well, take the time you need to make it right *Architect. Start contacting Freelancers, authorize another wave of expansion and exploration. And look up assets we can spare to equip new Freelancers as well."
<Command confirmed. Initiating Contingency 4493-77-F-21. Activating dormant Freelancer assets and cross-referencing frontier sector starcharts to mission profiles. Would you like to speak to Freelancer Command, empress?>
"Yes. Open a channel, full holo-com. And have the full council brought here by tomorrow for a meeting on a new colonial effort. Lets get these people back to work."
* * * * * * * * *
Freeport 10, docking bay four
MDFS Venture Star
Captain's private quarters
The chime of an message alert roused the lion from his slumber. Yawning and careful when stretching to not rouse the pair of sleeping forms in his bed, Freelancer Tanner put on his trademark lion-ear headpieces to activate the holo emitters embedded and bring up his personal terminal as a screen in front of him where a shape of shifting mathematical symbols hovered by its side as the representation of his communications AI. "What is it *Enigma?"
"Captain, incoming priority-two message from Freelancer Admiral Randgriz from Freeport Central addressed to you. He would not leave a message."
"Hey, no problem, always love talking to the Admiralty. Put him through."
"Would you like to get dressed first sir?"
"Just put a holo-screen over. We're not battle fleet. Lets not keep his royal admiralness waiting."
"Understood. Patching him through.
The screen shifted into the image of another Mithran, an older man but with a solid military bearing and body despite the admiral's discharge from battle fleet decades ago, standing in contrast to the laid back Tanner, who was signaling a bot to bring him a chair and datapad. "Tanner. I've got a new mission for you."
"Finally. Been laid up in dock for too long boss. R&R is nice, but I want to get back into the stars. Where am I going?"
"A loosely charted deep frontier sector. We're calling it the Midway cluster. Based on initial probe findings, it could be a critical link in future expansion into other deep-frontier sectors. The whole area seems rich in starship fuel and minerals. A refueling and drydock station there could lead to major expansion of the Dominion's borders."
"Shiney. Whats my cut?"
"Due entitlement of resources and even a lordship of a planet are on the table for negotiation. But only after we get surveys of all the major planets in the system and clearance of any significant threats. I'll have more details forwarded to you shortly. In the meantime, get your ship ready to move in the next week. And Tanner, wear some pants or get a better holo-filter next time, at least pretend to give your position its due responsibility. Randgriz out." The full-body holo winked out of existence, leaving Tanner alone just grinning like mad at the prospect of a whole new sector to explore.
"We have a mission captain?" Inquired a soft voice behind the young freelancer, which the young lion happily leaned back to face one of his favorite companions in biosynth form.
"Yup *Wolfhound, we got a new sector to explore. Double-check the ship's stock of mechs while I go look at how those new biosynths are working up. And get me *Spyglass, I want to know how ready his latest project is for field testing."
"Aye sir. I have no doubt *Spyglass will surprise us once again with his work."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Nation Actions:
* To counter the trends of stagnation and idle wealth, the Dominion is beginning a more wide spread freelancer independent explorer program, and the Empress is working to reverse the trend of idleness.
* Freelancer Claus Tanner gets orders to explore a possible gateway system with lots of jump potential. And has his crew gear up for another adventure.
"I can tank and buff." Retorted Styker, holding up a batch of cards with pictures of golem on them. "Armored Chassis, Heavy Ironclad Knight, field repair and guard stance buffs. My golems can tank the hits. And if this respawning thing is true, then it means we can just keep hitting and hitting the PVP'ers until they grow bored or leave to find easier pickings. Callous, but evidently death has little meaning to us here."
He was a little shocked by what he was saying, but he felt it had to be said. It was like Eve Online and the capsuleers, and the real implications of deathless immortal beings on a world. If the line between the game and reality was blurred here, such concepts had to be accepted. Maybe he'd write a paper on it here if he had nothing else to do.
"The big thing is, we need to act before they get complacent and set in their place." Styker finished before pocketing the remainder of the meal in his inventory and shifting around through the rest of his assorted decks for a ideal PVP loadout of ironclads and valkyries. All the while, glancing about at the Landers in the tavern. He wasn't certain what to make of the bar waitress's staring at him. Where his lion- ears making him stand out that much amongst the werecats? Or something else if these former NPC's were coming to life.
He was a little shocked by what he was saying, but he felt it had to be said. It was like Eve Online and the capsuleers, and the real implications of deathless immortal beings on a world. If the line between the game and reality was blurred here, such concepts had to be accepted. Maybe he'd write a paper on it here if he had nothing else to do.
"The big thing is, we need to act before they get complacent and set in their place." Styker finished before pocketing the remainder of the meal in his inventory and shifting around through the rest of his assorted decks for a ideal PVP loadout of ironclads and valkyries. All the while, glancing about at the Landers in the tavern. He wasn't certain what to make of the bar waitress's staring at him. Where his lion- ears making him stand out that much amongst the werecats? Or something else if these former NPC's were coming to life.
Working on my characters now. Now if I could just get that unified history of the nation straight......
I guess I'm also approved if my name isn't on the Denied tab, right?
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Put up an opening IC post, showcasing one of my plot groups in a young duo of a lady inventor and a young tycoon working to bring about another revolution to industry.
Will put up my other plot-groups in due time, but I think its a good opening.
Will put up my other plot-groups in due time, but I think its a good opening.
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Engine's East
Headquarters of Ironclad Arsenals
Tycoon Evan Radcliffe had died at the age of 63, just ten days before the coming of Spring, from old age and poor health. Leaving one of the largest military arms companies in the whole of the Commonwealth in the hands of his 19 year old son, Samuel Radcliffe, who now stood alone in his father's old office, looking out the window at the sight of factories and forges spanning a third of a city, most of which under his direct or indirect command as part of Ironclad Arsenals and subsidies.
Despite his youth, there was no denying that the young tycoon had promise and ability. Ironclad Arsenals remained under his control, and arms contracts were in full swing for Ironclad Arsenal tanks as the nations of the world were preparing for a new year. And as usual, there would always be a need to have a bigger stick than the other guy even if war wasn't on the horizon. While their stocks were in slight flux, they stood to rise in value very soon, and the security and status quo of his company was assured for the next fifty years as long as a Tucker sat on the throne.
So why did he feel so hollow inside?
"Sir, your eight o clock meeting is here." Reported a secretary, snapping him out of his funk and bringing him back into the world he was born into. Gesturing for his latest guest to enter, he sat down at his desk and turned to get a decanter of wine out as a common courtesy whilst trying to remember who he agreed to meet. The recent days had been naught but a blurr to him, and slip ups of this kind were becoming distressingly common. He was losing focus, and he knew it.
Turning back, Tucker looked forward to see an elegant young woman in a red dress stand in front of him. It took a not inconsiderable amount of effort not to drop the decanter all over the papers on his desk at the sight of her beauty, or low-cut dress around an astounding figure.
"CEO Radcliffe? My name is Elizabeth Reiss." Greeted the young woman in red as she took a offered seat and a glass of wine as if they were natural elements to her. "I have a joint business proposal for you."
"Exactly what kind of proposal are we talking about?"
"To begin a second industrial revolution of automation." Replied Reiss, before putting a folder on Tucker's desk. Opening it, he saw a number of schematics and designs of machines. Machines in the image of man. "I would like to work with Ironclad Arsenal to create a new generation of clockwork men as a first step towards bringing this world into a new era of labor efficiency. And in the process, giving you a competitive advantage over Chekov's mech-men, one of your largests rivals in armaments. Do I have your interest?"
"I think your mad, but call my curiosity peaked. You have my complete attention, please tell me more miss Reiss."
"Thought you would like what you see.....hey, eyes up here! I didn't mean it like that!"
"I was looking at your schematics! Honest!"
Headquarters of Ironclad Arsenals
Tycoon Evan Radcliffe had died at the age of 63, just ten days before the coming of Spring, from old age and poor health. Leaving one of the largest military arms companies in the whole of the Commonwealth in the hands of his 19 year old son, Samuel Radcliffe, who now stood alone in his father's old office, looking out the window at the sight of factories and forges spanning a third of a city, most of which under his direct or indirect command as part of Ironclad Arsenals and subsidies.
Despite his youth, there was no denying that the young tycoon had promise and ability. Ironclad Arsenals remained under his control, and arms contracts were in full swing for Ironclad Arsenal tanks as the nations of the world were preparing for a new year. And as usual, there would always be a need to have a bigger stick than the other guy even if war wasn't on the horizon. While their stocks were in slight flux, they stood to rise in value very soon, and the security and status quo of his company was assured for the next fifty years as long as a Tucker sat on the throne.
So why did he feel so hollow inside?
"Sir, your eight o clock meeting is here." Reported a secretary, snapping him out of his funk and bringing him back into the world he was born into. Gesturing for his latest guest to enter, he sat down at his desk and turned to get a decanter of wine out as a common courtesy whilst trying to remember who he agreed to meet. The recent days had been naught but a blurr to him, and slip ups of this kind were becoming distressingly common. He was losing focus, and he knew it.
Turning back, Tucker looked forward to see an elegant young woman in a red dress stand in front of him. It took a not inconsiderable amount of effort not to drop the decanter all over the papers on his desk at the sight of her beauty, or low-cut dress around an astounding figure.
"CEO Radcliffe? My name is Elizabeth Reiss." Greeted the young woman in red as she took a offered seat and a glass of wine as if they were natural elements to her. "I have a joint business proposal for you."
"Exactly what kind of proposal are we talking about?"
"To begin a second industrial revolution of automation." Replied Reiss, before putting a folder on Tucker's desk. Opening it, he saw a number of schematics and designs of machines. Machines in the image of man. "I would like to work with Ironclad Arsenal to create a new generation of clockwork men as a first step towards bringing this world into a new era of labor efficiency. And in the process, giving you a competitive advantage over Chekov's mech-men, one of your largests rivals in armaments. Do I have your interest?"
"I think your mad, but call my curiosity peaked. You have my complete attention, please tell me more miss Reiss."
"Thought you would like what you see.....hey, eyes up here! I didn't mean it like that!"
"I was looking at your schematics! Honest!"
Perhaps we could go to Chatzy?
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