Recombinant Minds (Warhammer 40K):Age of Strife Quest- Can you survive what is to come?

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[X] When the dust has not yet settled

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The Prologue: Part 01
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    It was the third hour of the local decimal day. The typical time when news from across the sector was released if there was anything. Today though was the day when any news from the Sol System would have their material released to the public. Necessary censoring and searching due to the risk of Basilisk Images and other similar Info Hazards typically delayed the release. The time the various courier services arrived with the news was not the time when their contents were released. Still when the news was released it usually created a surge in the neurosphere usage. You could actually notice this if you watched those around you for signs of increased activity. You yourself were in a small lounge car after returning from purchasing the month's needed bodily necessities.

    The public transport rail was decent, more concerned with aesthetics then raw efficiency but it was not too bad of a compromise. The scenery right now was that of a geneticist's paradise. A forest reserve that the rail car was passing over, many modified and new species from Terran stock. Several of these modded species even held practical value as they acted as purifiers, less maintenance if a somewhat slower rate then machinery. Currently it was just your entourage and a few other scattered inhabitants. Doboran natives judging from the white robes and concentration of cybernetics on the head, the smoothness of their cybernetics also a factor. Many were holding themselves in that particular way that one did when concentrating on something within the AR realm. The more novice were using their eyes and hands to manipulate controls. In the past this would have not been as major an event, but such were the times to pay attention to the smallest scrap.

    Looking through the immediate highlights you saw nothing out of the ordinary. Old Mars and Terra, both still horribly scarred. Europa still a shattered realm after the Blazing Purge. The Iron Ring, a pale shadow of its old self with how much of it was stripped off during the Rape of Mars. The reconstruction efforts were a group symbol of solidarity. It was a comfort to see how many of the firms volunteering were Mechanicum Aligned, publicly so too. A consequence of having a minimal Men of Iron workforce. You spared a moment of sentimentality to see how far along some of the reconstruction and repopulation efforts were. It was not good as you checked some of the analytics. A flash of sadness went through you as you saw that more were emigrating than immigrating. Though who could blame them, you did a similar thing just before the war began and the rebellion ended. Forced off more like but the fact remained you could no longer truly call the Martian soil your home, especially not as it regained its old red shade.

    Looking at Terra, the second heart of the Federation you could see the reports on how it was still a half blasted hellscape from the fighting on it. Yet the Federation Council still insisted on meeting at old Geneva. Their promises and projections of prosperity would be more stirring if based in fact. Already a few talking heads were broadcasting live as the news played out. Your mind working already to filter out the figures you knew were simply unreliable or were too pedantic. Mostly fact checking groups were now being shown in the feeds through your mind, a few business briefs, and internal Mechanicum news. Nothing classified but you could read between the lines well enough. A few status checks from your old comrades in the Mad Foxes were also here with a few coded words. 'Business as usual' translated to the fact that the separatist movement was growing. Not a real secret even here in the outskirts of human space, but you knew a bit more of the true extent.

    The times fighting against the Men of Iron and Orks with looted Men of Iron was a learning experience. Terrifying, exhilarating, and filled with loot as well. A crucible for your younger self to learn more about what life was like. With the constant smell of ozone and a few too many close encounters with nanites but certainly something to jumpstart a person's thoughts. The wall filled with war trophies was good too, certainly an impression during business negotiations. The Transonic blade taken and reforged from a killbot taken center of place in your negotiation chambers. The projectors making sure to show both yourself and the wall to any callers, beside your accreditation documents of course. A facsimile of the head of the thing it came from just below it. You were not insane enough to risk the actual bot still having something active in there for a bit of novelty.

    You admittedly sat out the more intense segments of the war as an academic researcher. Probably for the best considering the casualty rates your old unit had, and they were tertiary troops as well when they were under contract. Still it was a time to contemplate some of the Tenets, even watch as new ones were made and debate on their merits. The Iron War causing changes to some of the dogma, not all you appreciated though understood why they were. The Cult was as much a reflection of its followers as it was an attempt to go beyond for a greater purpose. Belief in the ideal and not the flaws. By the people, for the people, but not of the people. An act of calculated irrationality is what started the Cult Mechanicus, by their efforts it would not end it.

    Feeling the car come to a halt and a ping that your destination was reached you put your body on autopilot as you continued to check the feeds. A few preliminary feelers from potential business partners and those seeking referrals, some interesting bids on auctions to consider, some planet wide internal memos, and then a priority message dated an hour ago for some reason. Putting yourself and your entourage to a quicker pace you return to your quarters. The courier bot is sent back on its way and once you check for the authentication symbols the message is opened. Hmm your sabbatical period was rescinded, the Colloquium had need for you to head a project. Oh, oh dear.

    That would explain a few matters. They needed one of the Iron War sites salvaged and as a person familiar with combat and a working relationship with the Enclave's paramilitary forces it was decided for you to be one amongst the short list to be told to go. Though the second priority alert that came just arrived calling for a preliminary meeting to 'discuss developing task related complications' did not fill you with joy. Statistics were not needed, you knew enough basic psychology and bureaucratic codewords for this sort of thing. Thankfully you had until the thirtieth hour of the current day to get ready for that preliminary meeting. That translated to just over 14 standard terran hours, took quite a bit of time to get used to 50 terran hour days. Plenty of time to put away your current affairs, a few meetings would need to be moved up or canceled. Your contacts were mostly self regulating, they needed to be considering how many of the native born were simply stuck as true academics. Now how to proceed on over matters....



    What are your goals?
    Place in level of importance top down
    Max five goals for each category, min of one

    Ultimate Goal
    [] Your own world
    [] Have your own heavyweight fleet
    [] Be the power in the shadows
    [] Not yet
    [] Write In

    Long Term Goal
    [] Become head of a division of a department
    [] Invest into personally owning good property
    [] Form your own major PMC
    [] Own a respectably sized ship
    [] Not yet
    [] Write in

    Intermediate Term Goal
    [] Increasing your political power
    [] Increasing your economic power
    [] Improve your knowledge
    [] Gather personal minions
    [] Write In

    Short Term Goal
    [] Gather information on your upcoming task
    [] Draw upon your resources to gather a few useful objects, who knows what you could get.
    [] Prioritize putting your affairs in order
    [] Write in

    AN: Going to be a slow down in updates as we get to the more knitty gritty stuff.
     
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    • [X] Plan : Building Future

    [X] Become Fabricator-General of Mars
    [X] Have your own heavyweight fleet

    [X] Become head of a division of a department
    [X] Invest into personally owning good property
    [X] Form your own major PMC
    [X] Own a respectably sized ship

    [X] Increasing your political power
    [X] Increasing your economic power
    [X] Improve your knowledge
    [X] Gather personal minions

    [X] Draw upon your resources to gather a few useful objects, who knows what you could get.
    [X] Gather information on your upcoming task
    [X] Prioritize putting your affairs in order
     
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    [X] Your own world

    [X] Become head of a division of a department

    [X] Improve your knowledge

    [X] Draw upon your resources to gather a few useful objects, who knows what you could get.
     
    Ultimate Goal: Form a movement have a lasting effect
    [X] Form Ideological Movement
    [X] Your own world
    [X] Have your own heavyweight fleet

    Long Term Goal: A Ship and Army give us Flexibility
    [X] Own a respectably sized ship
    [X] Form your own major PMC

    Intermediate Term Goal: Knowledge is power, our retinue is a close second and political influence will help with job placement
    [X] Improve your knowledge
    [X] Gather personal minions
    [X] Increasing your political power

    Short Term Goal: make sure we have something to come back to before focusing on the mission
    [X] Prioritize putting your affairs in order
    [X] Gather information on your upcoming task
    [X] Draw upon your resources to gather a few useful objects, who knows what you could get.
     
    [X] Plan Radical SCIENCE!

    Ultimate Goals
    [X] A great and revolutionary scientific movement/corporation/empire
    [X] Have your own heavyweight fleet.
    [X] Be the power
    [X] Your own worlds.
    [X] All the science and wisdom of the galaxy.
    Long Term Goal
    [X] Become head of a division of a department.
    [X] Invest into a strong economic engine.
    [X] Own a respectably sized ship.
    [X] A great research and archeology corporation.
    Intermediate Term Goal
    [X] Increasing your political power.
    [X] Increasing your economic power.
    [X] Improve your knowledge.
    [X] Gather personal minions.
    [X] Maximum personal freedoms.
    Short Term Goal
    [X] Gather information on your upcoming task.
    [X] Draw upon your resources to gather a few useful objects, who knows what you could get.
    [X] Prioritize putting your affairs in order.
    [X] Secure all your assets that they may not be lost by random event nor personal absence.


    Be radical, do the science, get all the things to enable that, make change through it. Gather instruments needed to affect change upon the world. Big ambitions for radical people. We have centuries, millenia if we learn how. Settling for anything less than greatness is wasteful.
     
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    Keani said:
    [X] A great and radical scientific movement/corporation/
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    It screams about something going wrong

    Keani said:
    [X] Be the power in the shadows.
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    Why ? Becouse we could rule openly and not be cowards in shadows .

    Keani said:
    [X] Maximum personal freedoms.
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    No time for that .

    Star said:
    [X] Plan Radical SCIENCE!

    Ambition, ambition and ambition, i like it.
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    Too ambitius for my tastes .
     
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    Dezron said:
    It screams about something going wrong
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    Define wrong? What is wrong for someone is right for someone else.
    Our ambition shouldn't be bound by morals and things like good and wrong but by the light at the end of the tunnel, a goal.

    One should never expect things to go perfect after all and should always be ready for things to deviate from his plans, least he ends like Emperor.
     
    Star said:
    Define wrong? What is wrong for someone is right for someone else.
    Our ambition shouldn't be bound by morals and things like good and wrong but by the light at the end of the tunnel, a goal.
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    Not that . I'm worried about radical part . Its hard to control radical people . They are usually guys "who boop the snoot" and then we are the guys who need to deal with created mess .
     
    Dezron said:
    Maybe just remove IT ? Becouse IT maybe even worse then radical. As on Deamon invasion worse .
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    Revolutionary can be viewed as revolutionising science of the universe, change how things are done and such.

    Deamon invasions and Chaos will be threats no matter what we do and there is possibility of players simply going chaos.
     
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