MISSION: RELEASE THEM BACK INTO THE WILD

[initiates]

Date & Time: April 27th - May 1st
Location: Wollongong, Australia, 2464.
Characters: All voluntary transports + maybe a few drafted ones.
Summary: Make those stay-at-homes leave their nerdcaves! My god, do they even know what sunshine looks like???
Warnings: none planned, will be updated accordingly!

The city is old, dark, and very, very quiet. A good deal of the buildings are crumbling and old, but the ones that are actually inhabited glow like candles in the dusk the Transporter has dropped you into. All of these buildings are infested by wiring pouring in from every angle, ensuring that each inhabitant in his or her little block of a room has every modern convenience available in 2464.

There is no one on the streets, no public transportation, and even cars look scarce. But that doesn't mean there's no movement. Maintenance drones, controlled remotely, run deliveries or work repairs. Armed law enforcement drones patrol on rounds through the city, although their mechanized attention is mostly turned outward. Still, they might come to investigate a ruckus within the city limits. And if the persons causing the ruckus don't respond to peaceful attempts to get them to cease, the drones might attempt to subdue them with paralyzing technology and haul them in for a night in the city jail — another dark, unused place.

If you get hungry, there are entire warehouses dedicated to the production of foods. It can't be that hard to sneak in and collect a meal, right? Or you can hack into the system and order whatever you want, if you're good with that kind of thing. Or you can just scavenge—or fast for four days, maybe—if thieving and hacking aren't your style.

And somewhere around here, in those glowing, secluded towers, behind the legions of automated drones, live the reclusive citizens of Wollongong. The methods are up to you, as long as you can get them to come out and breathe the fresh air somehow.

[[ ooc; Mission details are here! This will run from 27th of April to May 1st, with those on the mission returning to Exsilium at the same time that the new arrivals show up. It's an optional mission, but if you'd like your character to go along that would ICly sit it out, feel free to say that the Initiative drafted them for this one.

There aren't any teams or structured threads to this one, so go wild! ]]

Comments

[wilder]

I'm a bastard.

[Well...in one sense of the word]

[wolfchild]

[ She had loved a bastard once. He had been the best man she ever knew. ]

What do you do? Are you a sellsword?

[wilder]

[Yeah that Ned Stark's Bastard is pretty great]

A sellsword?

[wolfchild]

Um, a mercenary.

[wilder]

Oh. Yeah, that's right.

[wolfchild]

Did you work alone or were you in a company?

[wilder]

Mostly alone, but I worked in a company when it suited me.

[wolfchild]

What was it like?

[wilder]

Being a mercenary?

[wolfchild]

Mm. Or being with the company. Were there many? How many assignments would you take on?

[ tell her a story, uncle kaneis *^* ]

[wilder]

[....oh goddess this kid wants a story, doesn't she]

Uh...it varied. Sometimes it was a small group, sometimes nearly a dozen. And- whatever I could get! Didn't keep count. It was never anything that interesting though, just escorting travelers or fighting local monster problems.

[wolfchild]

Monsters? Like dragons?

[wilder]

That's one type of monster, yeah.

[wolfchild]

Did you fight dragons? Were they very big?

[wilder]

[One so large I'm the size of it's teeth-]

[No. He better play it down. ]

Some. None of them were too large though, just standard drakes. About ten feet long head to tail?

[wolfchild]

How did you kill them?

[wilder]

[he shrugs]

Combine magic and hitting their weak spots hard....praying that your sword's sharp enough doesn't hurt either.

[wolfchild]

Dragons don't have weak spots.

[wilder]

Sure they do. At the joints, under the head, the wings...it's not weak by human standards but the armor's less tough there.

[wolfchild]

I guess. Dragons have all been dead for more than a hundred years. Mayhaps people forgot about it.

[wilder]

It's possible. Humans easily forget things with enough time.

[wolfchild]

Elves don't?

[wilder]

[ n o p e ]

Well, they live a long time so it's easier for them to remember.

[wolfchild]

How long?

[wilder]

[a shrug] I've heard full and half-elves can live up to a 1,000 years.