I've decided to try something new. Since the Commander is an amalgamation of multiple personalities, I will color-code you to let you know when a particular Commander comes into play.
[X] Plan Humanitarian
-[X] We can provide helicopters to help transport supplies to anywhere in the city they are needed. Since they are flying, they should be protected them from most gang activities, however if any flying capes make themselves a problem we could instead transport the supplies in an Amphibious Transport, escorted by Tanks and other units. Being ground based, this second method will of course take longer, but the heavily armed escort will hopefully discourage any stupidity.
-[X] We'd like permission to construct additional shelters and other aid facilities (like Clinics) in other parts of the city as needed. If we receive permission, a general overview where what would be most useful would be appreciated. Also, details of what facilities are in need of repair where would be helpful.
-[X] If possible, we'd like compensation for our aid. We are willing to work without, aid is needed and we will provide it, but with money we could build more facilities and generally do a better job.
Director Piggot began talking as soon as you sat down. "I don't have much time at the moment, so whatever you're going to say, say it quickly."
You nod. What do you say?
You gather your thoughts for a moment before you speak.
"First off, I want to see about securing supplies for the people in the Docks."
"What sort of supplies?" Piggot asked.
"Food, water, anything that can be spared."
"I can't help with that. We have enough problems trying to ship supplies around Downtown. Trying to get them to the Docks would be impossible right now."
"Miss Milita told me - something about the convoys being raided?"
"Along with the city still being wrecked. You have another idea?"
"Sounds like most of your problems are on the ground." You began. "What I propose is that we move the supplies by air. I've got several helicopters with me, they should be enough to transport whatever supplies are needed."
"Specs? Might need more or less depending on them."
"They were originally designed for stealth landings in enemy territory," Piggot raised an eyebrow at that, "So they're quick, they're quiet, and they can land on and take off from rough terrain. Not that much space, room for five men in total, but it also has cargo space and if we don't have to worry about people we can pack more things in them."
Piggot sat in thought for a moment. "I'll deliver supplies to you if I use your helicopters to deliver supplies to the rest of the city." She said.
"How many?" You asked.
"Given your description, four would work, maybe three. The pilots would have to work around the clock, and you'd have to handle re-fueling."
[][Supplies]
-[] Agree. (You will have to send at least four NightHawks a day to the PRT for help delivering supplies, and get enough to not worry about it for the people under your control.)
-[] Amphibious Transports. (Piggot seems happy enough with the helicopters.)
-[] Disagree. (You will not get any supplies, but you won't have to send any NightHawks either.)
-[] Write-in?
"On the topic of civilian needs," you begin, "I noticed that while my men were going around in the Docks, there was a lot of destroyed homes, and as much as my Engineers are trying to, they can't repair them quickly enough for the people coming back."
"Can you cut to whatever your thinking?" Piggot asked. "Like I said, I don't have much time."
You internally seethe for a moment, angered by being cut off.
I was getting to that. As quickly as it comes, you brush it off:
General Cortez was busy at times too, this probably wasn't any different.
"You'll probably hear about this from Sergeant Pierce later on, but the Coalition has the ability to rapidly manufacture and assemble buildings and equipment. I want to leverage this ability to build some housing, short-term, at least."
"How permanent or temporary is this housing?" Piggot asked. "More importantly, does it require any maintenance?"
"The housing and any infrastructure we can build associated with it will last as long as necessary." You start off, "if we need it for longer than expected, we can tear it down and build more in their place. As for maintenance, it'll work as long as no one fires a tank round at it."
"Hope you're ready to deal with the shit." Piggot said, without a smile on her face. "Both kinds: people are getting restless and turning on each other, the Wards and Protectorate have to break up dozens of fights each day. Sewage is also down for most of the city as well."
"I have engineers." You say. "They might be able to repair them back to working order."
"Even if you did, I doubt you could connect your new shelters to the sewage system, and if they did, it would be wasted resources, considering that these are supposed to be temporary shelters, correct?"
"Can then have a map of the city's infrastructure? Even if we can't repair them now, repairing them could be a priority later."
"No." Piggot said. At your expression, she elaborated, "Sorry, but our first meeting was you shooting at PRT officers." There's something in her tone that sounds vaguely mocking. A reference to the meeting, you realize.
"Very well then," you say,
diplomatically, "so do we have your permission to build anywhere?"
"Yes." She said. "Thanks to you, actually. There is now some clear land to build on in the
Trainyards."
You frown. Yesterday, this would have been great news, but with today's events...
"Is there a problem, Commander?" She asks.
"Yes, actually. My men encountered two new villains who set up over there."
Director Piggot frowned even more, making you wonder how that was even possible. "Details." She ordered. She flashed out a pen and pad from her side.
"Names are Stroke and Jockey."
You fall into the habits that you had as a junior officer, giving reports to your CO. "Stroke is a Brute and Mover, Corporal Harrison referred to her as an Alexandria package."
"Any idea how tough she is?"
"Broke my men's bones through their combat armor, which was designed to take hard impacts. She also took a Tank round to the face with no damage." Piggot furiously wrote down every little detail you mentioned. You continued. "After hitting her with the round, my men reported feeling noticeably warmer, and closer inspection revealed it was around nine degrees Celsius hotter."
"What about Jockey?"
"Jockey was a Tinker of some kind. Had a breastplate and a laser pistol. It burned a centimeter-deep hole into my tank's armor. We were able to neutralize him thanks to Officer Harrison firing a flash-bang, but he was picked up by Stroke upon leaving."
"Partners, then." She said. She finished scribbling a few notes down before setting the pen aside. "That makes things more complicated."
"
You think?"
Piggot frowned. "Commander, I am just as irritated as you that two new villains have set up in the Trainyards, just when the last were removed. However, that is the only place where I can get you authorization to build at the moment, and since you have come here to ask if you can, I believe you want to start building as soon as possible. Do I not understand?"
"...No."
You had to prevent yourself from adding 'Ma'am' to the end.
"If the location wasn't a problem, are you sure you could build a shelter there?"
"Yes. Until I recruit more men, however, I'll be stretched thin for a while."
"If you can build a shelter, I can see about lending you some backup. Additional PRT Officers are out of the question, I'm stretched thin as well, but the Police are sitting around doing nothing and the National Guard would be obligated to send a unit there. I can also see about wrangling a few heroes to patrol there as well."
"Any financial support?" You ask. When she frowns, you elaborate. "Building shelters is cheaper then a lot of my other stuff, but it's going to pile up real quick. If I can have some additional funds I can build more shelters."
"I can't make any guarantees." She said. "But if you can build your shelter and show us the receipt it will go a long way."
[][Shelters]
-[] Agree. (You will have permission to build shelters in the Trainyard ruins. You will get additional support, and perhaps financial compensation.)
-[] Disagree. (You can build wherever, but expect legal troubles if you do.)
-[] Write-in?
"I also have a question for you, Commander." She spoke.
"Yes?"
"Do you have any powers?" She asked. You frown. "It's a standard question we ask the leader of any group of Parahumans, most of the time the answer is yes, but there is the chance that they don't have powers and as such we like to be on top of things."
"Any particular reason why?"
"Legal issues." She said, not elaborating. What do you say?
[][Powers]
-[] Just a regular guy.
-[] Tinker. (I made all the tech my guys have.)
-[] Thinker. (I can see through my men's eyes.)
-[] Master. (I make men, tanks, and aircraft out of thin air. And I can see what they see. And sometimes they are permanent.)
-[] Write-in?
A bit of a short update, but I couldn't figure out what else to put here, so here. Came out rather quick though, all things considered.