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Chronarch Civ Quest [Adventure/Exploration/Civ/Nation Builder Quest]

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We are in a state of war and need to push back before we rebuild.

[x] Lord Chrono. (Military bonus, science bonus)

Also, let's make that Chrono-Reich happen!
 
 
Just wanted to let everyone know that the only reason I haven't come up with an update is because I'm struggling with where to take the quest. I don't want to overwhelm the voters. As far as it being dead? Oh, no. This will finish.

The problem is trying to make each leader route unique. I think I have an answer to that, which you will see later. I'll kick myself in the arse and get something out after work.
 
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Oh, So They WERE Talking Shit! (Part 2)
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    • PLAYTIME ENDS NOW.​

    [x] Samuel Secondhand
    [ Economic Bonus | Support Bonus ]

    Is this really happening? Such was the mental mantra of Samuel Secondhand, who had received word 12 hours earlier of the Council's decision to circumvent the lengthy voting process and select him to be the new Lord Marshall. Even as he sat in the Ceremonial Place in Time's Landing, he still paced back and forth, wondering if this was all a dream or simply one big, sick joke. Both his wife, Martha, and infant son were in attendance, the former assuring him he's in reality and should relax.

    "Honey, please don't worry. This isn't a joke. A Councilman even welcomed you to the Capitol when we got here!"

    "Martha", Samuel began, "this has to be a joke. When was the last time an election was rushed? Even if this is real, I look like shit. I-I can't go out there looking like this!"

    "Dear, calm down. The Council choose you because you'd make the best leader. Because they believe in you." He continued to pace back and forth until Martha cupped his face with one hand, holding their son in the other. "And even if they don't, we do. Trust me, you'll make a great leader."

    "Y-You think so?"

    "I know so."

    "What do you think, ace?" Samuel grasped his son from his sides, his small body naught but a delicate mass of skin and bone in the arms of his father. The baby merely giggled in response, and screamed when Samuel repeatedly threw him a few feet into the air and caught him. "Looks like I got his vote, Martha. I'm going to make our civilisation one he'll be proud to be part of. I promise. One that is safe, for the both of you."

    The three embraced before a random official poked their head through the door, informing them that it was almost time.

    "I guess that's all she wrote."

    "Oh, come now Samuel. Get that look off your face. You'll do fine."

    "You know what? Yeah. It'll be a cinch...hopefully. Just go out there and repeat after some important guy. Piece of cake."

    With a kiss on the cheek and taking the child from Samuel's hands, Martha gave a smile and a wink. "It's time, love. Go." And with that, the future Lord Marshall would exit the room, following the official down the corridor and to the Grand Stage, where he would officially swear in as Chronus Prime's new Commander-in-Chief.

    For the first time since martial law was declared, the Capitol opened its gates to the public. The people took no time flooding most of it with their bodies, eager to see who would lead them into the future. It's amazing how quiet 100,000 people can be when they're all focused on the same thing, and that is the Passing of the Torch, otherwise known as the Ceremony of Swearing, where Samuel Secondhand would be seen standing atop the Grand Stage, one hand raised, the other placed firmly on top of a golden hourglass.

    Standing in front of him was the Arbiter, Lord in Charge of the House of Words and Justice. It was his duty to 'officialise' newly elected officials. "Repeat after me. I, and state your name, do hereby declare myself to be taking the throne of Imperial Lord Marshall, Commander-in-Chief of Chronus Prime, and will execute the charge of such to the best of my ability."

    Samuel's mouth twitched a little, and he cleared his throat before speaking. That bit, the official title. 'Imperial Lord Marshall'. Though the Imperium had long since fallen, the culture in which it created still felt its shockwaves reverberating throughout their society, and the title clearly indicated this. But, there wasn't an Imperium left to Lord over, and despite the puns, Samuel didn't like the idea of an empire.

    "I, Samuel Secondhand, do hereby declare myself to be taking the throne of...Imperial Lord Marshall, Commander-in-Chief of Chronus Prime, and will execute the charge of such to the best of my ability."

    "Do you solemly swear to dedicate yourself to your duties, and to your people? To uphold, uplift and advance them for as long as you have the throne?"

    "I do."

    "Will you recognise, obey and enforce the Continuum Charter in this timeline and the next? To converge and rule alongside your fellow Lords?"

    "I do."

    "Do you swear to defend all Chronish lives and territories from any and all enemies, foreign and domestic?"

    "I do."

    "Welcome to the throne, Lord Marshall Secondhand. Chronus Prime, rise for your new leader. All hail our Imperial Lord Marshall!"

    The crowd began with a chorus of "all hail", but soon broke into fragments of their own random cheers and phrases. The Arbiter shook Samuel's hand and smiled. "I'm sure you'll do great" he stated.

    "I will do my best." Came Samuel's reply.

    [x] Go spend time with the family. You can take charge tomorrow.
    [x] Get right down to business. You have thing to rebuild.
    [x] Write in.

    [Chronopolis restored in 2 turns!]

    A/N: Y'all didn't choose the Chronoreich (Lord Chrono). Sadface. Usually, SF is all about the science. Anyway, sorry for the long no-update. Writer's block, and with a lack of an idea of the direction I was taking this in resulted in...that. No worries. Like Master Chief in Halo 5, I'm "back in it!" No one will get that reference.
     
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    • [x] Get right down to business. You have thing to rebuild.

    We can still get the Reich if we get all other candidates killed off quickly. :whistle:
     
    Run It Back!
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    [x] Get right down to business. You have thing to rebuild.

    SLAM! That's the sound the large folder made when it met Lord Marshall Secondhand's desk. "What the--I have to read all this?!" Samuel did want the job, yes, but he didn't know he'd be a paper pusher. "Reading was never really my strong suit, you know."

    "You may skim it, Your Highness. Or we can give you a verbal brief. I suggest the latter. It finishes quickly."

    "I told you to stop calling me that. 'Sir' is fine. Alright, give me the verbal briefs. I'll consult the text if I need extra info."

    His first week on the job, but Lord Marshall Secondhand was settling in nicely. He and his family were already moved into the Capitol, and were given one of the best areas in Time's Landing, essentially a fortress. But, of course it was. His political career continues in the Capitol, with his internal politicking. He's made a few friends, but all eyes are on him, looking to see if he'll prove himself and make Chronus Prime great again, or if he'll fail and an hero immediately.

    With the election of a new leader, the citizenry banked on the Lord Marshall forgetting why the games were postponed. Of course, they flooded the Capitol with petitions to reinstate them and lift the ban. Pretty straightforward. With Multiverse City PD having to do less and less extra work, perhaps they could put their bodies to better use and provide security for the games after all.

    [x] Allow the games to go back on.
    [x] Let the ban remain.

    The SBI has been getting back on track. Multiverse City PD has been picking up their slack, allowing the Bureau to get back to focusing on the big boys. Speaking of, they said a rundown flat with intel was found ... or so they think. The best part? It was owned by collaborators. Obviously, traitors could not have showed up at a worse time. The Bureau has reason to believe the suspects have had contact with the Starclan, and could provide some juicy info on their whereabouts and military capacity. However, they can't be asked nicely to relinquish the info; it needs to be taken from them.

    [x] Authorise and oversee the agency raid. (Will control the raid directly)
    [x] Authorise but do not oversee the agency raid. (Will stay the 'normal course' of the quest and receive a detailed report by the Director in a few turns)
    -[x] Kill all collaborators.
    -[x] Bring them all in alive if possible.
    --[x] Destroy the intel.
    --[x] Collect the intel.
    [x] Do not authorise the agency raid.

    [Chronopolis restored next turn!]
     
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    • [x] Allow the games to go back on.

    [x] Authorise and oversee the agency raid. (Will control the raid directly)
     
    Let the plebs have their fun.
    [x] Allow the games to go back on.

    And we are going to have ours.
    [x] Authorise and oversee the agency raid. (Will control the raid directly)
     
    [x] Allow the games to go back on.

    [x] Authorise and oversee the agency raid. (Will control the raid directly)
     
    [x] Allow the games to go back on.

    [x] Authorise and oversee the agency raid. (Will control the raid directly)
     
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