Quest Deep Periphery Quest (Battletech Sandbox Empire Builder)

Vilegrave

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[X] The Eldest

On the bright side it's highly unlikely anyone will believe the anti-Japanese propaganda after this, on the downside i suspect we're about to see actual witch hunts (though admittedly i'm of the mind that we should kill anyone even slightly involved in this, people who'd try and murder a little girl and her father for a political statement are scum).
 

Jarow

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No strong opinion here (or at least on what to choose), but this works for me:
[X] With the crowds when they get the news
 

ShadowArxxy

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Comrade
Flash Omake: The Red Queen

"There will be no mercy. Every person associated with this matter is to be hung for high treason." The Queen's voice was terrifyingly flat, and it was clear that the words she wanted to pronounce were actually "burned at the stake" or "drawn and quartered". No one in the room said it, but they all knew Her Majesty would have given that command had Willis died, and they equally knew they would have willingly seen it through, and they knew the public would back it to the hilt for love and loyalties alike.

That fearful, unvoiced certainty hung heavy on every heart.
 
ShadowArxxy - Canon Omake - Ditchwater Security

ShadowArxxy

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From: m.ditchwater@ditchwatersecurity.com
To: employees@ditchwatersecurity.com

Subject: All Hands On Deck

You all know what's going on. I've talked to Griffsport PD and they are authorizing us to provide crowd control for the public vigils to free up their officers for more critical duties. Everyone who can get out there, get out there right now.

Sincerely,


Marvin Ditchwater
Ditchwater Security
"Crafting Sole-Source Synergies In Tactical Protection and Intervention"
 
Turn 22 - Do You Hear The People Sing? (Part I)

LordSunhawk

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Turn 22 - Do You Hear The People Sing? Pt I

<In the crowd…>

You hated this.

You hated having to pretend to care about that bitch, her playboy husband, or that devilspawn of a daughter.

You hated having to fake concern, screw up crocodile tears as those around you sobbed.

You hated this, because you had come so close.

You’d set up the ambush perfectly.

A little greased palm to a truck driver transporting a shipment of ‘to be scrapped’ weapons. Followed by a silent bullet to the back of the head when the driver’s usefulness had ended.

Tinkering up a mount for the stolen laser had been child’s play for one of your brilliance.

Manipulating a group of idiots into ‘finding’ the stolen weapon, trivial.

Then the idiots had to go and fuck it up and only kill the cow’s husband and youngest bitch.

So you had to pretend to be one of the bahh’ing sheep in the streets around the hospital at this ridiculous prayer service.

The sheep were praying for the playboy and the little bitch, and for the cow.

You were praying for their death.

You’d come up with another plan.

You were patient.

You would destroy the cow, her entire family, everything she ever held dear.

You would prove to the world that that over-privileged slut had never been worthy of her play crown.

But for now you had to pretend.

Pretend to mourn.

Pretend to care.

And do so so convincingly that nobody would think otherwise.

That was trivial for you.

You weren’t an idiot.

So when the word came that the little devilspawn would live, you cheered along with everybody else.

And when word came that the failure of your catspaws was complete and the playboy would live as well you managed the same.

You’d figure something else out.

The cow would die.

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Turn 22 - Singing the Song of Angry Grifftigers (Pt 2)

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Turn 22 - Singing the Song of Angry Grifftigers (Pt 2)

<POV Change - The Eldest>

These small ones were too fragile.

But you still approve of them. Their leader has the spirit of a hunter. The young small one who would inherit had the spirit of a predator.

You approve.

A wise hunter hunts wisdom. A great predator hunts the prey of thought.

Young Small Hunter hunts both, even at a young age.

You have already shown your approval, with what the speaking box tells you has been dubbed a ‘lick of approval’.

You just see it as an approving assistance in grooming.

Small ones react so amusingly when groomed.

But there is a foul hunter of chaos moving against the small hunter leader. You recognized the signs.

Striking from stealth.

Then running away to strike again.

The chaos hunter would hide in crowds of the small hunter leaders pride. Would pretend to be loyal. Would pretend to be the most loyal.

The chaos hunter would use others to strike. Would not strike themselves.

The chaos hunter would be somebody the small hunter leader had known. Had in some way passed over. Perhaps because they realized the rot that was in the chaos hunter’s heart.

Because the chaos hunter at the heart was a coward.

A weakling.

A fool.

You lick your paws, then pop out your claws one by one to inspect them.

They are mighty instruments.

You have killed other chaos hunters with them before.

You rise to your paws.

You have a hunt to plan.
 
Turn 22 - The Music of a People who will NOT be Slaves Again (Pt 3)

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Turn 22 - The Music of a People who will NOT be Slaves again (Part 3)

<POV change to Jeremy>

You were staring at a wall.

Yet you saw nothing.

You were awake. You wouldn’t hurt this much inside if you were asleep.

You wished you were dreaming.

Dad had wanted to fly Sarah.

You could have driven her.

She’d not be in the hospital then.

Dad wouldn’t be dying then.

You could do nothing.

Your mother was in the next room.

She’d left you to watch the twins and Thanh.

But they were in the same state as you.

You clenched your fists.

You hated being helpless.

There’s a small stir behind you, but you can’t be bothered to look, too lost in your thoughts.

And Bastet is still purring softly as she tries to comfort you.

You feel an arm around your tense shoulders. You look to the side and the world comes back into focus.

It’s Alita.

She has the most fragile expression you’d ever seen.

But there’s no way she got in here without bullying the Queen’s Own into letting her pass.

You sag into the embrace, then return it.

Then you take a deep breath.

You can’t afford to be helpless.

You are the crown prince.

More importantly, you are the oldest child of your parents.

You had to be strong.

For your siblings.

For your family.

For your people.

“Thanh, get some paper.” you hear yourself saying, almost as if from a great distance.

“Quan, James, get some markers.” you take a deep breath.

“Sarah will be missing her birthday.” you continue, forcing the tears down. “So when she wakes up let’s make sure she has something from all of us to wake up to, OK?”

Alita squeezes your shoulder, giving you her support.

You look over, setting one hand over hers.

You don’t have to be strong alone.
 

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