009: Talking Turkey at the Bartizan

[terrymixon]

All

Whatever is rising from the depths continues its ascent. Visible only as a vast shadow beneath the surface the creature itself remains submerged while suddenly tentacles that look capable of dragging down the starships and small craft frequenting the Bartizan break the surface to gain purchase on the fortress itself and the arcology wall. The massive limbs pulse with a shifting palette of ocean hues matching their tone and texture to wherever they grasp.

A single figure is borne up to the level of the Flight Deck and steps from the tentacle's gentle embrace
dripping a cascade of sea water. The armoured humanoid wears what might be old style carapace armour or a pressure resistant reinforced vacc suit but the whole is stained deep green by colonizing algae and occasional clumps of now lank hanging weed. He is armed with a barbed and serrated spear which he carries like a staff but the observant note that a cable runs from the weapon to a barnacle encrusted housing on his suit's foreaerm. Still trailing water he advances on the Imperial party and removes his helmet. As he unseals his helm liters of water pour forth pooling about his feet. The features revealed could only be described as humanoid. Lank long black hair crowns greenish skin and dead solid black eyes that scan the company as he seems to cough and more water sluices from his body. As this new stream drains he inhales to speak in a voice which could only be described as dragged from a nightmare. "I see The Shore and The Twilight". The tip of his harpoon(?) indicates Colonel Skeet and Yugure "I will parlay with them. Where is my Emperor? I was told he is come and I would address him also. Maybe he visits to review the work of Collace's architects?"

Addressing Walt and eyeing the male Aslan and anyone else obviously armed he adds "You have the look of guards. As you stand atop your mountain are you wise enough to open fire on he who can collapse its very roots?"

“So, how are the Deep different?”

Garvin replies "Well, rumour 'as it the King looks... er... well, there you go then!"

Frustratingly Arkar's comm shows his air cab is still several minutes out...

Ciencia steps up. "I am Ciencia Iphegenia-Larsen and I speak with the voice of my father, the Emperor. Who are you and why have you sent these people to attack our person?"

[Tiglath]

All

Whatever is rising from the depths continues its ascent. Visible only as a vast shadow beneath the surface the creature itself remains submerged while suddenly tentacles that look capable of dragging down the starships and small craft frequenting the Bartizan break the surface to gain purchase on the fortress itself and the arcology wall. The massive limbs pulse with a shifting palette of ocean hues matching their tone and texture to wherever they grasp.

A single figure is borne up to the level of the Flight Deck and steps from the tentacle's gentle embrace
dripping a cascade of sea water. The armoured humanoid wears what might be old style carapace armour or a pressure resistant reinforced vacc suit but the whole is stained deep green by colonizing algae and occasional clumps of now lank hanging weed. He is armed with a barbed and serrated spear which he carries like a staff but the observant note that a cable runs from the weapon to a barnacle encrusted housing on his suit's foreaerm. Still trailing water he advances on the Imperial party and removes his helmet. As he unseals his helm liters of water pour forth pooling about his feet. The features revealed could only be described as humanoid. Lank long black hair crowns greenish skin and dead solid black eyes that scan the company as he seems to cough and more water sluices from his body. As this new stream drains he inhales to speak in a voice which could only be described as dragged from a nightmare. "I see The Shore and The Twilight". The tip of his harpoon(?) indicates Colonel Skeet and Yugure "I will parlay with them. Where is my Emperor? I was told he is come and I would address him also. Maybe he visits to review the work of Collace's architects?"

Addressing Walt and eyeing the male Aslan and anyone else obviously armed he adds "You have the look of guards. As you stand atop your mountain are you wise enough to open fire on he who can collapse its very roots?"

“So, how are the Deep different?”

Garvin replies "Well, rumour 'as it the King looks... er... well, there you go then!"

Frustratingly Arkar's comm shows his air cab is still several minutes out...

Ciencia steps up. "I am Ciencia Iphegenia-Larsen and I speak with the voice of my father, the Emperor. Who are you and why have you sent these people to attack our person?"

The King replies "I am... I am now... The King of the Deep". He turns his black gaze over the captive Bratva "I sent them... as an opening gambit... a test of your mettle and... because they are tiresome and faithless allies". He eyes Ciencia with his blank gaze and says "You are of the blood. Even in air I can taste it. Are you then Styryx's daughter?"



Ciencia (barely! ) recognizes a worn and partly obscured logo on the King's weed covered environment suit:

Screenshot 2025-01-19 011514.png (135.38 KiB) Viewed 327 times

Because she is their patron Ciencia recognizes this as an old iteration of the patch of Exploration Office of the IISS.

Colonel Skeet also recognizes the patch.

[terrymixon]

All

Ciencia steps up. "I am Ciencia Iphegenia-Larsen and I speak with the voice of my father, the Emperor. Who are you and why have you sent these people to attack our person?"

The King replies "I am... I am now... The King of the Deep". He turns his black gaze over the captive Bratva "I sent them... as an opening gambit... a test of your mettle and... because they are tiresome and faithless allies". He eyes Ciencia with his blank gaze and says "You are of the blood. Even in air I can taste it. Are you then Styryx's daughter?"



Ciencia (barely! ) recognizes a worn and partly obscured logo on the King's weed covered environment suit:

Screenshot 2025-01-19 011514.png

Because she is their patron Ciencia recognizes this as an old iteration of the patch of Exploration Office of the IISS.

Colonel Skeet also recognizes the patch.

She nodded. "In a manner of speaking. He was my great great grandfather. His son Gavin fathered Paulo who fathered my father, Strephon. His blood runs through me and mine. You've been missing a long time, Scout. What was your name so that it may be remembered?"

[Tiglath]

All

Ciencia steps up. "I am Ciencia Iphegenia-Larsen and I speak with the voice of my father, the Emperor. Who are you and why have you sent these people to attack our person?"

The King replies "I am... I am now... The King of the Deep". He turns his black gaze over the captive Bratva "I sent them... as an opening gambit... a test of your mettle and... because they are tiresome and faithless allies". He eyes Ciencia with his blank gaze and says "You are of the blood. Even in air I can taste it. Are you then Styryx's daughter?"



Ciencia (barely! ) recognizes a worn and partly obscured logo on the King's weed covered environment suit:

Screenshot 2025-01-19 011514.png

Because she is their patron Ciencia recognizes this as an old iteration of the patch of Exploration Office of the IISS.

Colonel Skeet also recognizes the patch.

She nodded. "In a manner of speaking. He was my great great grandfather. His son Gavin fathered Paulo who fathered my father, Strephon. His blood runs through me and mine. You've been missing a long time, Scout. What was your name so that it may be remembered?"

The "King" seems stunned by Ciencia's reply "Time... has passed... and passed me by".

He falls silent for a while then says "Empress mine, I have adopted indigenous ways... but still hold to the duty of care for... those that are under my watch. I meant to crudely bargain... as I have but now learned... that you lead... an exodus. I therefore now place into your care those of my people who wish to leave our limits for a new life... as colonists. Not all will be minded to leave... but those below number one million. The Semck Mercenary soldiers (Ciencia realises he refers to SEMC) "are... an equitable meritocracy... those below will continue to offer themselves as recruits".

He takes in the ocean horizon and shields his black eyes against the solar glare to eye the arcology's Spire.

"I will return to my realm and give my leave for all that want to be colonists and give you their fealty to... ascend. Then they will gather and make themselves known to the soldiers of the Semck... and you will take them to the stars".

He pauses struck by realization "Remembered... ??? I thought... myself forgot... and forgot myself... in time and memory. Empress... show... "The King"... no... Commander... Jubal Jensen, Field Operations, ISS... at his post and on watch".

He lets out a great breath which vents through the gills in his neck and then makes ready to don his helmet ready to return to his realm. A massive tentacle gently encircles him and then draws him back and down into the depths.

[joertexas]

He pauses struck by realization "Remembered... ??? I thought... myself forgot... and forgot myself... in time and memory. Empress... show... "The King"... no... Commander... Jubal Jensen, Field Operations, ISS... at his post and on watch".

He lets out a great breath which vents through the gills in his neck and then makes ready to don his helmet ready to return to his realm. A massive tentacle gently encircles him and then draws him back and down into the depths.

Prerna blinks away sudden tears and takes a deep breath as the spectacle plays out before her. "We have to find out who he is, or was," she sends to T'Lia through their link.

[terrymixon]

The King replies "I am... I am now... The King of the Deep". He turns his black gaze over the captive Bratva "I sent them... as an opening gambit... a test of your mettle and... because they are tiresome and faithless allies". He eyes Ciencia with his blank gaze and says "You are of the blood. Even in air I can taste it. Are you then Styryx's daughter?"



Ciencia (barely! ) recognizes a worn and partly obscured logo on the King's weed covered environment suit:

Screenshot 2025-01-19 011514.png

Because she is their patron Ciencia recognizes this as an old iteration of the patch of Exploration Office of the IISS.

Colonel Skeet also recognizes the patch.

She nodded. "In a manner of speaking. He was my great great grandfather. His son Gavin fathered Paulo who fathered my father, Strephon. His blood runs through me and mine. You've been missing a long time, Scout. What was your name so that it may be remembered?"

The "King" seems stunned by Ciencia's reply "Time... has passed... and passed me by".

He falls silent for a while then says "Empress mine, I have adopted indigenous ways... but still hold to the duty of care for... those that are under my watch. I meant to crudely bargain... as I have but now learned... that you lead... an exodus. I therefore now place into your care those of my people who wish to leave our limits for a new life... as colonists. Not all will be minded to leave... but those below number one million. The Semck Mercenary soldiers (Ciencia realises he refers to SEMC) "are... an equitable meritocracy... those below will continue to offer themselves as recruits".

He takes in the ocean horizon and shields his black eyes against the solar glare to eye the arcology's Spire.

"I will return to my realm and give my leave for all that want to be colonists and give you their fealty to... ascend. Then they will gather and make themselves known to the soldiers of the Semck... and you will take them to the stars".

He pauses struck by realization "Remembered... ??? I thought... myself forgot... and forgot myself... in time and memory. Empress... show... "The King"... no... Commander... Jubal Jensen, Field Operations, ISS... at his post and on watch".

He lets out a great breath which vents through the gills in his neck and then makes ready to don his helmet ready to return to his realm. A massive tentacle gently encircles him and then draws him back and down into the depths.

"All who wish to come and be part of what we build in good faith are welcome. Keep the faithless ones. They have no place with us. Be well, Commander. You are marked as on station and on watch."

Once he has departed, she turned to the rest. "Send these... people back where they came from. Let them warn others of their kind to steer clear of us or learn what it means to be let out halfway across the Imperium and be told to walk home."

That done, she lowered her voice. "We can handle a million people, though I doubt we’ll see those numbers from below. In fact, the colony vessel coming to pick us up hosts 126 50,000-ton low berth pods, each capable of holding 85,000 humans or 21,250 Aslan. One fully configured for human or Vargr--not to forget our friend's desire to have his people have a chance--can hold almost 11 million sophants. Or more than two and a half million Aslan. It would be a shame to only fill it part way. If they are wanting to relieve overcrowding here, we are more than willing to help.

"I want to put out word more widely and offer incentives in credits to those who will come. The credits can stay here with family or be honored when we set up our own polity. How will those in power here react to an attempt to recruit a sizable number of colonists? It feels crowded, so part of me wants to think they would be happy to relieve some population pressure, but places like this are always the same. Palms will need to be greased, and an acceptable quota established. Who do I need to dicker with and what is a reasonable quota?"

[Tiglath]

He pauses struck by realization "Remembered... ??? I thought... myself forgot... and forgot myself... in time and memory. Empress... show... "The King"... no... Commander... Jubal Jensen, Field Operations, ISS... at his post and on watch".

He lets out a great breath which vents through the gills in his neck and then makes ready to don his helmet ready to return to his realm. A massive tentacle gently encircles him and then draws him back and down into the depths.

Prerna blinks away sudden tears and takes a deep breath as the spectacle plays out before her. "We have to find out who he is, or was," she sends to T'Lia through their link.

T'lia replies softly "You'll set me off... it's undignified to snuffle". She continues "With now three competing Imperial Intelligence Agencies on Collace and the ISS it doesn't surprise me that this mission was simply forgotten. It may be of benefit to speak with the King. He seems to have been enhanced for his role - possibly not at a contact mission per se but guidance for the original constructors who raised the arcologies from the seabed".

[joertexas]

T'lia replies softly "You'll set me off... it's undignified to snuffle". She continues "With now three competing Imperial Intelligence Agencies on Collace and the ISS it doesn't surprise me that this mission was simply forgotten. It may be of benefit to speak with the King. He seems to have been enhanced for his role - possibly not at a contact mission per se but guidance for the original constructors who raised the arcologies from the seabed".

"Just be sure to blow your nose so you don't dribble," Prerna replies. "Can we help Ciencia with her mission?"

[Tiglath]

She nodded. "In a manner of speaking. He was my great great grandfather. His son Gavin fathered Paulo who fathered my father, Strephon. His blood runs through me and mine. You've been missing a long time, Scout. What was your name so that it may be remembered?"

The "King" seems stunned by Ciencia's reply "Time... has passed... and passed me by".

He falls silent for a while then says "Empress mine, I have adopted indigenous ways... but still hold to the duty of care for... those that are under my watch. I meant to crudely bargain... as I have but now learned... that you lead... an exodus. I therefore now place into your care those of my people who wish to leave our limits for a new life... as colonists. Not all will be minded to leave... but those below number one million. The Semck Mercenary soldiers (Ciencia realises he refers to SEMC) "are... an equitable meritocracy... those below will continue to offer themselves as recruits".

He takes in the ocean horizon and shields his black eyes against the solar glare to eye the arcology's Spire.

"I will return to my realm and give my leave for all that want to be colonists and give you their fealty to... ascend. Then they will gather and make themselves known to the soldiers of the Semck... and you will take them to the stars".

He pauses struck by realization "Remembered... ??? I thought... myself forgot... and forgot myself... in time and memory. Empress... show... "The King"... no... Commander... Jubal Jensen, Field Operations, ISS... at his post and on watch".

He lets out a great breath which vents through the gills in his neck and then makes ready to don his helmet ready to return to his realm. A massive tentacle gently encircles him and then draws him back and down into the depths.

"All who wish to come and be part of what we build in good faith are welcome. Keep the faithless ones. They have no place with us. Be well, Commander. You are marked as on station and on watch."

Once he has departed, she turned to the rest. "Send these... people back where they came from. Let them warn others of their kind to steer clear of us or learn what it means to be let out halfway across the Imperium and be told to walk home."

That done, she lowered her voice. "We can handle a million people, though I doubt we’ll see those numbers from below. In fact, the colony vessel coming to pick us up hosts 126 50,000-ton low berth pods, each capable of holding 85,000 humans or 21,250 Aslan. One fully configured for human or Vargr--not to forget our friend's desire to have his people have a chance--can hold almost 11 million sophants. Or more than two and a half million Aslan. It would be a shame to only fill it part way. If they are wanting to relieve overcrowding here, we are more than willing to help.

"I want to put out word more widely and offer incentives in credits to those who will come. The credits can stay here with family or be honored when we set up our own polity. How will those in power here react to an attempt to recruit a sizable number of colonists? It feels crowded, so part of me wants to think they would be happy to relieve some population pressure, but places like this are always the same. Palms will need to be greased, and an acceptable quota established. Who do I need to dicker with and what is a reasonable quota?"

The uptake from "below" is huge. Collace prime and soon other arcologies begin to experience surges of proto colonists from their "undr hives" who are making what is now referred to as "The Climb". Collace Prime produces hundreds of thousands of souls alone with more inbound via submersible and surface craft from sister arcologies and derelict and notionally abandoned ocean habs. The total from below is half a million mostly undocumented (and likely unknown) natives of the planet in addition to volunteers from above the surface.

The fact that so many of their citizens were unknown to them serves as some (at least theoretical) embarrassment to the incumbent administration who therefore can't argue overmuch about their loss.

Those below geo politically fall into the following major factions (all of which have already provided whole infantry companies to SEMC):

from the "Mill" an area based on a submersible building docks
from the area adjacent to the Arcolgy's weapons foundry
from the bulk mineral "under port" known as Celseseya
from the still viable portion of the Hab Zone area known as Tota's Hab

(OOC: More to provide here but I'm trying to unbung a bit of a backlog... ).

[Tiglath]

T'lia replies softly "You'll set me off... it's undignified to snuffle". She continues "With now three competing Imperial Intelligence Agencies on Collace and the ISS it doesn't surprise me that this mission was simply forgotten. It may be of benefit to speak with the King. He seems to have been enhanced for his role - possibly not at a contact mission per se but guidance for the original constructors who raised the arcologies from the seabed".

"Just be sure to blow your nose so you don't dribble," Prerna replies. "Can we help Ciencia with her mission?"

T'lia asks "She's already employing me as liaison here but in what other way would you like her to be helped?"

[Thumper]

Walt salutes the King and Scout Commander as he departs. He shouts:

”We remember a duty performed with distinction! Farewell Commander Jensen…King of the Deep!”

[terrymixon]

The uptake from "below" is huge. Collace prime and soon other arcologies begin to experience surges of proto colonists from their "undr hives" who are making what is now referred to as "The Climb". Collace Prime produces hundreds of thousands of souls alone with more inbound via submersible and surface craft from sister arcologies and derelict and notionally abandoned ocean habs. The total from below is half a million mostly undocumented (and likely unknown) natives of the planet in addition to volunteers from above the surface.

The fact that so many of their citizens were unknown to them serves as some (at least theoretical) embarrassment to the incumbent administration who therefore can't argue overmuch about their loss.

Those below geo politically fall into the following major factions (all of which have already provided whole infantry companies to SEMC):

from the "Mill" an area based on a submersible building docks
from the area adjacent to the Arcolgy's weapons foundry
from the bulk mineral "under port" known as Celseseya
from the still viable portion of the Hab Zone area known as Tota's Hab

(OOC: More to provide here but I'm trying to unbung a bit of a backlog... ).

Ciencia will leap into action and start finding how to assist people in finding shelter until the colony ship arrives, as it is still half a week out. She will also begin lining up transport to get them to the colony ship once it arrives. Each person will be allowed up to 50 kilograms of personal belongings (as that is what the space left in each custom Metz low berth allows for. There needs to be a staff that can gather data about everyone, so they have records of who people are and their biometric when the surgeon/medic bots on the ship does the medical exam before they are put into the low berths. Whatever reasonable help can be given (that can be purchased by her) will be provided.

[joertexas]

T'lia asks "She's already employing me as liaison here but in what other way would you like her to be helped?"

Prerna shakes her head. "I don't know, but I'm sure things will present themselves."

[Tiglath]

The uptake from "below" is huge. Collace prime and soon other arcologies begin to experience surges of proto colonists from their "under hives" who are making what is now referred to as "The Climb". Collace Prime produces hundreds of thousands of souls alone with more inbound via submersible and surface craft from sister arcologies and derelict and notionally abandoned ocean habs. The total from below is half a million mostly undocumented (and likely unknown) natives of the planet in addition to volunteers from above the surface.

The fact that so many of their citizens were unknown to them serves as some (at least theoretical) embarrassment to the incumbent administration who therefore can't argue overmuch about their loss.

Those below geo politically fall into the following major factions (all of which have already provided whole infantry companies to SEMC):

from the "Mill" an area based on a submersible building docks
from the area adjacent to the Arcolgy's weapons foundry
from the bulk mineral "under port" known as Celseseya
from the still viable portion of the Hab Zone area known as Tota's Hab

(OOC: More to provide here but I'm trying to unbung a bit of a backlog... ).

Ciencia will leap into action and start finding how to assist people in finding shelter until the colony ship arrives, as it is still half a week out. She will also begin lining up transport to get them to the colony ship once it arrives. Each person will be allowed up to 50 kilograms of personal belongings (as that is what the space left in each custom Metz low berth allows for. There needs to be a staff that can gather data about everyone, so they have records of who people are and their biometric when the surgeon/medic bots on the ship does the medical exam before they are put into the low berths. Whatever reasonable help can be given (that can be purchased by her) will be provided.

The Bartizan by default becomes a transit camp and the cooperation and assistance of Collace's close orbital businesses is forthcoming (per favour of The Shore). The proto colonists warm to the charismatic Crown Princess.

Being the "home regiment" and already having recruited from "below" (which paved the way into the good graces of The King of the Deep) The SEMC is the obvious choice to form a training cadre to provide the colony's own forces who will take over defence of the new polity when the Mercs withdraw.

Four "Colonial Militia" units of company plus size form the nucleus of the polity's first four proper battalions who in turn are affiliated to their local recruiting hubs and sportball teams: the "Mill", Foundry, Celseseya and Tota's Hab. It is proposed that since the SEMC trainers are available and familiar with the locals they will travel and train "warm" to Reavers Deep in company with these nascent units to deliver viable albeit untried and partially understrength combat units on arrival. If nothing else they will free up Merc units from garrison duties.

A donation to the Collace PDF widows and orphans (for a unit that's not seen combat they have a surprising number!) supplies surplus weapons and basic uniform and gear with which to train these units.

OOC: Since they are training from scratch someone needs to call slug weapons or energy weapons as their longarm option.

[terrymixon]

The uptake from "below" is huge. Collace prime and soon other arcologies begin to experience surges of proto colonists from their "under hives" who are making what is now referred to as "The Climb". Collace Prime produces hundreds of thousands of souls alone with more inbound via submersible and surface craft from sister arcologies and derelict and notionally abandoned ocean habs. The total from below is half a million mostly undocumented (and likely unknown) natives of the planet in addition to volunteers from above the surface.

The fact that so many of their citizens were unknown to them serves as some (at least theoretical) embarrassment to the incumbent administration who therefore can't argue overmuch about their loss.

Those below geo politically fall into the following major factions (all of which have already provided whole infantry companies to SEMC):

from the "Mill" an area based on a submersible building docks
from the area adjacent to the Arcolgy's weapons foundry
from the bulk mineral "under port" known as Celseseya
from the still viable portion of the Hab Zone area known as Tota's Hab

(OOC: More to provide here but I'm trying to unbung a bit of a backlog... ).

Ciencia will leap into action and start finding how to assist people in finding shelter until the colony ship arrives, as it is still half a week out. She will also begin lining up transport to get them to the colony ship once it arrives. Each person will be allowed up to 50 kilograms of personal belongings (as that is what the space left in each custom Metz low berth allows for. There needs to be a staff that can gather data about everyone, so they have records of who people are and their biometric when the surgeon/medic bots on the ship does the medical exam before they are put into the low berths. Whatever reasonable help can be given (that can be purchased by her) will be provided.

The Bartizan by default becomes a transit camp and the cooperation and assistance of Collace's close orbital businesses is forthcoming (per favour of The Shore). The proto colonists warm to the charismatic Crown Princess.

Being the "home regiment" and already having recruited from "below" (which paved the way into the good graces of The King of the Deep) The SEMC is the obvious choice to form a training cadre to provide the colony's own forces who will take over defence of the new polity when the Mercs withdraw.

Four "Colonial Militia" units of company plus size form the nucleus of the polity's first four proper battalions who in turn are affiliated to their local recruiting hubs and sportball teams: the "Mill", Foundry, Celseseya and Tota's Hab. It is proposed that since the SEMC trainers are available and familiar with the locals they will travel and train "warm" to Reavers Deep in company with these nascent units to deliver viable albeit untried and partially understrength combat units on arrival. If nothing else they will free up Merc units from garrison duties.

A donation to the Collace PDF widows and orphans (for a unit that's not seen combat they have a surprising number!) supplies surplus weapons and basic uniform and gear with which to train these units.

OOC: Since they are training from scratch someone needs to call slug weapons or energy weapons as their longarm option.

Slug. Metz can provide TL16 gauss weapons (pistols and rifles) for trainers and trainees alike.

He will also provide a parting gift to Colonel Skeet, Colonel Cross, and The Warlord. The two human will get pistols like they saw that one night on the Imperial Guards. Non-Imperial (and non-Ancient) TL22 fusion pistols. The Warlord gets a scaled up version of the same.

Fusion Pistol
TL: 22
Range: 30m
Damage: 8D+8
Weight: 0.5 kilos
Magazine: 16
Traits: AP 20, Zero-G

The Warlord’s is more like a short rifle in pistol form and gets an extra 2d damage, making 1DD+10.

They come with chargers and extra power packs.

As Colonel Skeet (and our Vargr friend) got vehicles, Cross gets a car to match Skeet’s (fair is fair) and the Warlord gets something bigger with the same capabilities. Metz will have Ciencia find out the best form for the vehicle and make it happen.

All gifts are presented with the group’s best wishes and gratitude.

[shaidar]

Frank Cross

Colonel Cross thanks the good doctor for his gifts (the car in black please) and wishes them success on their plans and assures them that one day he will personally visit to check on progress and his troops performance once some immediate local issues are resolved. He remarks that their arrival has certainly made things interesting here on Collace and he's sure it will be a while before it's impact dies away.

[helvorn]

Dzofin will mooch around for one of the high tech level gauss pistols. With pearl handles of course!

[terrymixon]

Frank Cross

Colonel Cross thanks the good doctor for his gifts (the car in black please) and wishes them success on their plans and assures them that one day he will personally visit to check on progress and his troops performance once some immediate local issues are resolved. He remarks that their arrival has certainly made things interesting here on Collace and he's sure it will be a while before it's impact dies away.

Black it is, and he will be most welcome to visit.

[terrymixon]

Dzofin will mooch around for one of the high tech level gauss pistols. With pearl handles of course!

Done. And when Ciencia corners him on how to recruit Vargr to the colony mission? What is his advice?

[helvorn]

Dzofin will mooch around for one of the high tech level gauss pistols. With pearl handles of course!

Done. And when Ciencia corners him on how to recruit Vargr to the colony mission? What is his advice?

Dzofin will tell her to emphasize the opportunities to set up new businesses and organizations that will naturally require leaders. She should stress the opportunity for advancement in an atmosphere of change and great growth.