Jade Imperium - Came To Make A Bang

e of pi 2020-02-18 03:45:38
"I'd certainly like the chance to make sure something happens by being responsible for it ourselves, and not in the middle of a convention," Luis says. "It means all we need to do is get them worried, not actually on the edge of anything. Do we know where they'd have a summit like that? Or even better--can we make them go anywhere in particular we'd have a better chance of getting around security?"
Admiral Duck Sauce 2020-02-28 17:40:38
FTE nods, and notes with relief how much simpler that was now that it wasn't inside a transport shell.

"Hoim, I think the best thing to do would be to work backwards from your best-case scenario with this harvester. Let's say we can gain control of it, so flat-out destruction is on the table, sure, but if you didn't need to blow it up, what would you want to do with it? We go from there and build back to what we'll need to make that happen, accounting for pitfalls as we go."
punkey 2020-03-01 20:01:04
"Depends on who's hosting, but whatever side Baroness Voath is talking with will be meeting at her headquarters," Viaweph says. "Her headquarters has a spire on the northwest corner that houses her office, secure conference room, and living quarters."
Manloni shakes his head. "Nobles. All work, no life."
"That spire is a fortress," Ilnu adds. "Armored glass, a small army of mercenaries guarding the lift up."
"No such thing as an impenetrable fortress," Garrett says. "But we'll worry about that when we know where they're going. Where might the others go?"
"Orbit, most likely," Viaweph says. "If it's gonna break, it's gonna be between the makers and the miners, and the miners all have their headquarters in orbit."
"What about Quaj?" Hale asks.
"He's not a leader, but if it's down to him on their side...who fucking knows where they'll go to ground," Viaweph says. "We have a hard enough time keeping tabs on what his 'industrium' is doing, let alone their secrets. Let's...try to avoid that eventuality."
punkey 2020-03-01 21:07:17
Arketta nods. "I'll be at the helm, just let me know when we're ready to go." She turns and hustles up the ladder back to the shipmaster's seat.

Ten minutes after that, Hug'sh punches the comms. "Galley's secure, see you guys at the crashers. Also, just a quick reminder, there are still cookies. I'm not saving them for after landing. You want one, you better tell me now."
"I'll take one," Zaef says. "Just one."
"Same," Arketta says.
"Wouldn't want to be left out," Angel says.
Hug'sh harrumphs his understanding, collects three cookies from the tray, but then thinks better of it and gathers all that remain into a metal box, carrying that with him instead. Shame to waste all that effort.


The spaceport on Grinacanne exemplifies the "rugged colony world" aesthetic of the world. A bare metal grid over surplus industrial piping, the grid is just thick enough to keep boots from falling through and give impellers something to push against. The surrounding "support infrastructure" consists of pressurized react mass tanks and stacks of storage containers for whatever supplies and equipment freighters have kicked out the door before departing for less sulfurous and friendlier climes.

A whole phalanx of support crew await the Crimson Akwhela as it settles down on the landing grid. The loadmaster doesn't address Arketta - instead, she looks to Angel. "Sir," she nods to Angel. "The Grinacanne Combine welcomes you to their world."
punkey 2020-03-02 04:09:12
"What would we do with control of a massive machine designed to take a square kilometer of whatever is in its path and turn it into pre-packed raw materials?" Hoim asks. "Well, there's the new Turai garrison that's been enforcing the strip-mining of Aikoro at beamer-point. And Olona's palace is very ugly."
Gatac 2020-03-02 05:44:18
Hug'sh stays well clear of the greeting committee, busying himself as an additional crew hand for the post-landing procedures. His gaze casually drifts over the ground crew and the surroundings, not looking for anything in particular but trusting his instincts to report in if anything seems...hinky. He also takes a deep breath through his nose - probably ill-advised given the chemical smells, but Rhea's always telling him what he's missing not using his nose and he needs to get a "baseline" of the odors around the port anyway if he's gonna be able to tell new, potentially more interesting smells later.
Admiral Duck Sauce 2020-03-03 03:17:37
"Cool. Grand Theft Harvester it is. I'm thinking that we only get one surprise shot, if that - and the garrison makes more sense. If they're out of the picture there'll be less to deal with on the way to the palace." FTE shrugs. "Olona himself will have time to bail if we go that route, though. I figure we either let his failure lead to his own punishment -" at this, the Sheen gives a thumbs down - "or we introduce some separate malicious code to the palace to keep him bottled up until we can get the harvester there. Maybe we can handle that part when we introduce the routines to override the palace override for the harvester."
e of pi 2020-03-10 02:04:04
"Sounds like we've got some places to scout, then," Luis says. "I should see what I can turn up on their digital presence. Orbital headquarters might be harder to get into that the Spspire, but we might have more options once we're there, and there's always blunt options. it sounds like Quaj is the one we need to ensure doesn't end up in charge of any of the factions, if we can help it when we split them up."
punkey 2020-03-28 06:34:03
Angel looks around, sniffs the sulfurous air, and scowls. "Where's my skimmer?" he asks plainly, as if it not already being parked and ready puts the loadmaster's job at risk.
"Ah, well, the industrium temporary lodgings are just down the road -" the loadmaster stammers.
"So that's what kind of planet this is," Angel sniffs.
"Errr," the loadmaster says.
"Good," Angel says. "This is a working planet, they shouldn't be wasting skimmers on me. We're a survey team, we can carry our own bags." Amusingly enough, his own bags hover at his hip, more than able to carry themselves. "Tell the skimmer pool that we'll need work sleds - private ones."
The loadmaster bows. "Right, yes, sir," she says, and scurries off.
punkey 2020-03-28 06:36:22
The notion of mulching Steward Olona in the disassembly forges of his own monstrosity gets appreciative nods from the rebels. "Sounds like a fucking plan. First thing tomorrow, we'll suit up and start scouting," Hoim says.
punkey 2020-03-28 06:39:58
Viaweph nods. "We hit the floor in a few hours for some intro coverage," he says. "I figure that's as good a time as any to press the flesh with the cabal leadership. What's your cover?"
"Industrium looking to start a related industrium here, with some very exciting Turai and high security contracts," Garrett says. "Mantas and high security skimmers and ships, just the thing this dangerous galaxy needs. It's Ibash's time to branch out from pleasurecraft into where the real money is. Luis is the tech, Hale here is our Turai contact-slash-bodyguard, and I am, of course, the brains of the operation."
Viaweph grins. "Dangling some fat Turai contracts plus whatever off-the-books work for the criminals and well-heeled? I just might take you up on that."
Gatac 2020-03-28 09:25:46
What Angel meant by "we carry our own bags" is, of course, that Hug'sh carries the bags. What's a survey team without survey gear, after all, and it won't walk itself over to the skimmer pool by itself - Angel's luggage excepted, of course. The sulfur and trace metals in the air linger in Hug'sh's sinuses, and you better believe his sinuses are huge, so there's a lot of room to linger. What did he expect? Better breathe through his mouth here.

"Let's hope they don't have a Wherren warrior-slave in the camp," he comments to the team as they walk casual, literally humping the gear on his back. The tufts on his ears stand up a bit. "Ten minutes in this place and you could smell the oil and metal shavings on us from half a klick out. On the plus side, we already made some friends. Turai scanner overhead, that's SOP. IDs should hold up. The other trin walking with us the next street over, that's...not." He snorts. "Let's see what their next move is."
punkey 2020-03-29 07:55:57
Arketta hangs back. "I've got to get the ship sewn up and secured," she says. "Za - Second? You're with me."
Zaef looks back to Arketta, then to Angel and Hug'sh and shrugs. "Guess boss lady's still got ahold of my balls. See you at the hotel later."
Gatac 2020-03-29 08:04:31
"Zee you," Hug'sh barks to Zaef and Arketta. Kind of a balancing act - simple Naranai for when he's acting, Whirrsign for when he's not, should be fine as long as he doesn't overdo it and the others don't answer in it. In any event, he's got the gear and his two left hands wouldn't be much use on the ship. He sticks with Angel, then, accompanying the noble on his way to the temporary lodgings.