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Sons of Liberty-A 2nd American Revolution Quest

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HydroG3 said:
"Please tell me that isn't what I think it is?" she said with her eyes closed pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I… I uh.." her assistant stutters seemingly unable to answer.

Walking over to the phone she started calling, she needed to cash in some favors to ensure the aftermath of this debacle wouldn't damage her too much. She wondered what happened to those damn kids, and what she would do to them when she found them.
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That's just the beginning.

Once she learns, that the site is contaminated and will require a lot of work and resources to clean up before it can be used, she will go bananas. :V
 
armentho said:
Lmao
She could just have asked/negotiated

"We keep the orphanage ans you guys get some extra supplies for the evac"
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Sure, but that takes treating orphans as people instead of PR assets on a defunct Corp's spreadsheet to be pushed aside and totally dispossessed as if redundant objects, not worth considering a cent of the bottom line to appease or bargin with.

Even though that mindset ended up costing much more in "security" and damages in the long run.
 
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MorningTerra2 said:
I hope we are not getting literal fallout from the has blowing up with that into the sky.
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While I don't think we had anything literally radioactive that was left behind or part of the compound (outside of for instance the absolutely tiny amounts of radioactive material used in smoke detectors), we can probably be assured whatever non-radioactive toxic debris was made and/or kicked up by the explosion is but a rapidly settling and fading drop in the bucket compared to the "fresh" pollution spewed by Twin City's corperate "benefactors" and flowing in from the surrounding wasteland, let alone the pre-existing pollutant build-up from decades of ecological abuse and neglect.
 
Negentropy said:
While I don't think we had anything literally radioactive that was left behind or part of the compound (outside of for instance the absolutely tiny amounts of radioactive material used in smoke detectors), we can probably be assured whatever non-radioactive toxic debris was made and/or kicked up by the explosion is but a rapidly settling and fading drop in the bucket compared to the "fresh" pollution spewed by Twin City's corperate "benefactors" and flowing in from the surrounding wasteland, let alone the pre-existing pollutant build-up from decades of ecological abuse and neglect.
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Is was referring to the mustard gas we made, but dumb auto correct is dumb

*EDIT* we also in the cyberpunk universe, safety standards are "how much can we bribe the inspector for this before it's unprofitable" at the best of times. I would not be surprised if we had radioactive plates and "my little nuclear engineer playset/ my first nuclear reactor playset" toys with real uranium like we had IRL.
 
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What Happens Now?
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    It was quiet, not the kind of quiet that comes before the storm, but that form of quiet you experience during those moments of pure tranquility. The quiet rustling all around and encompassing him was only joined by the sound of the wind. Blowing gently and coinciding with that tempered swishing noise.

    John felt calm, calmer than he had in days, in weeks, maybe even years. He was lying down on a soft bed of something. With his eyes still closed he tried to imagine he was resting on, what could be so relaxing. It was not any manmade structure, there was this kind of natural roughness and uncertainty to its form not found in the mass-produced world he lived in. Not waiting to open his eyes and interrupt this calm he took notice of one more strange thing.

    He noticed the strange smell of the air. It was only slightly reminiscent of the hydroponics bay but better. The air smelled alive, it smelled clean, and it smelled wild. The oxygen most breathed was either polluted and rough or purified and clean, never both.

    With one large inhalation, he felt his lungs expand and contract with an ease that he had never experienced. And so John simply laid there, his back on the gentle ground, the air full of freshness with a warmth radiating all over him.

    He felt happy to lay there and so he did. For a good long while John laid there not bothering to try and keep time. He may have fallen asleep, he may not have but eventually, he felt the urge to stretch his legs.

    Opening his eyes for the first time he sees two things. Straight above him is the blue sky, a sky that seems foreign to him. For the past few years the sky has been cloudy, red and a whole rainbow of polluted colors but never this clean. But this sky is the pastel blue described in books and shown in old media. Surrounding him are tall golden stalks of wheat, he had seen wheat before, but never like this. Most crops were either in climate-controlled greenhouses or so genetically modified that it was almost impossible to call them the same species.

    Spending a few more minutes staring at this beautiful sight John musters up his strength and stands up only slightly wobbly from his time lying down. Looking around him he is even more breathtaking than before.

    All in front of him, seemingly going on forever, are fields of wheat. Seemingly endless they stretch on for miles and miles, uninterrupted by any kind of human development. Looking around John marveled at this sight, where was he, there was no place left in the Americas that could look like this.

    Scanning the horizon closely he turns around and sees something in the distance. A small green dot raised slightly above the rest of the environment. Thinking that he should probably do something he begins to walk toward it.

    The journey through the fields is a surreal experience, to be surrounded by this much food would be a luxury only the richest could possibly afford. Maybe he was in a braindance, but the experiences were too real for that. John thought that he could be dreaming but a pinch on the arm dismayed him of that notion.

    He passes through the field with great ease making his way toward what he could now recognize as a stout green hill.

    Getting closer to the hill he can make two shapes upon it. A large tree sat upon it hill, it is lush with tick green leaves casting a shadow over the hill. That was strange because even with the light all around him and the warmth John could see no sun.

    The smaller shape was one he couldn't make out until he got within a hundred feet. There was a rocking chair gently swaying back and forth beneath the shadow of the tree and upon it was a man. John only saw his back but he saw his white hair kept in a tight shape and saw a small plume of smoke listfully floating away from him.

    Climbing the hill and walking toward the figure he circled the chair and encountered a man. Even sitting down he had a tall and imposing figure, his face was long and solemn, with blue-gray eyes, a high forehead, and a firm jawline. His hair was white from age as this man looked to be in his fifties if not sixties. But above all else this man felt dignified, the kind of man whose presence commanded respect from all. The strange thing is his clothing, it seems over two hundred years out of date with a long black waistcoat more likely to been seen in old art than modern dress.

    "Hello there," the man said looking up at John with a small smile, his face transformed from its reserved facade to one of genuine warmth.

    "Um… Hi" John said confused, "would you happen to know where we are? Not that it's not beautiful but I just woke up here and am seemingly lost."

    With a small chuckle, the man responded, "Son, you are nowhere in particular, but that isn't the question you should be asking."

    That puzzles John who thinks for a second about what question to ask, "Then if I can not ask where I am, then who are you?"

    The old man chuckles again this time with noticeably more mirth, "Now there is a proper question, but still if you only look closely you might realize you already knew the answer."

    Now John is truly confused, "Sir, I have never in my life met someone like you. Almost everyone I know is close to my age and the only adults who look in any way similar to you were my teachers. And still, you look a decade older than any of them."

    "Look old do I?" the man says adopting a face and tone of mirthful sarcasm. "That is probably fair, when you have done as much as I have in my life you tend to age quite rapidly."

    "But are you sure you do not recognize me," he says putting his pipe down and staring more intently his bluish-grey eyes seeming to pierce through Johns's very soul.

    Staring at the old man with intensity he does his best trying to put the face in front of him to a name. For a minute he concentrates and finds it hard until an absurd idea pops into his head. Thing more and more on this it becomes both more insane and seemingly more likely.

    "It can't be…" John says his voice full of awe and confusion.

    "So you finally recognize me."

    "You're dead, you have been dead for over two hundred years," John says his voice sounding more and more bewildered.

    "Yes, yes, I have been, but here I sit and here I smoke." He says with a hearty laugh.

    Thinking for a second his face pales, "Oh my god am I dead," John says walking over and leaning against the tree trunk his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.

    Standing up and walking over his height is towering at a few inches above six feet his imposing stature only compliments the rest of his figure.

    "No, you are not, not yet at least. You are here because you need to make a choice."

    "A choice for what," he says with desperation in his voice "why am I here."

    "A choice about what you are going to do once you get back. Because what do you want to do?"

    Thinking hard before he answers, "I want to help the people who put their faith in me, to make their lives better. They have all been through so much and they should be allowed to live free."

    "A noble goal, but it is not the one that you truly wish to do. There is another dream in your heart one that burns with an unquenchable passion."

    John is startled that the man knows that but continues talking, "That is a pipe dream, it is hopeless to pursue it."

    "Hopeless causes are the only ones worth fighting for, you have read this and it is true thought history. I have fought and led one, to victory." Pausing for a second before looking off to toward the horizon he continues, "I fought for what many considered to be an idealistic and impossible dream, a fight for freedom."

    "But it wasn't a fight for freedom, not for everyone at least." John interrupts with, "Many people lacked those basic rights for centuries."

    It had always been hard for John to reconcile his admiration for those great men who fought for their country, with their actions towards men and women that were considered lesser. He knew that he would not be considered an equal person if he was alive during the early days of the nation.

    Giving a few nods the man continues, "Yes, that is absolutely true. In my life, I fought for the rights of my fellow man while denying them to others, to men and women I owned. I do not know if I or anyone else will ever be able to reconcile those two facets, but I know helped build a nation that eventually gave those freedoms to others and that is something I can take solace in."

    "Now you have the opportunity to fight a greater foe to achieve a goal greater than I ever dreamed of. I do not deny it will be hard, but you must make the choice, the choice about whether or not to dream of a better tomorrow."

    Sliding down the side of the tree until he is sitting on the exposed roots John is deep in thought. What should he do, he knows what goal he truly wishes to pursue, but to do that would put everyone he loves at risk.

    "But what about those who do not wish to fight, those who want to live their lives in peace? After what everyone has gone through I do not know if they have the appetite for the kind of crusade you are describing."

    The old man's face contorts into anger, "Peace!" he shouts waving his hand about. "What peace is there in this land! There is enforced quiet, trampled voices and the very concept of liberty has been taken buried."

    Taking a few breaths to calm down the man locks eyes with John, "We both know that there will be no real peace or security for the men and women who follow you. Not now, not ever if people do not take a stand and are willing to fight back."

    The man walks over to the edge of the hill and stares off into the distance while John continues to ponder at the button of the tree.

    After a few more seconds he stands up and walks over to the man and stops next to him, "I can not make this decision alone. I need to talk to my friends, my people to see if they would stand with me on this fools errand."

    The man gives a sincere smile, "Good, the best leaders always know to speak to those trusted advisors. Talk to them, and you will be surprised about what they say."

    After some moments of quiet John began to feel weird all over his body, looking at his hands they began to seem translucent.

    The man looks over and looks John over once, "I see you will be going soon. It was nice to talk to another person and before you go I would give you a gift." he says, "My name."

    "Your.. Name?" John says confused,

    "I was never for the reverence others put on it but if it can serve you in seeking freedom adopt it and use it well."

    John feels himself begin to leave but before he goes he asks, "This inst real, is it? This is just some kind of weird hallucination or dream all happening inside my head."

    The man smiles, "to quote another old man, "Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real." Now go and do what is right, and make your country proud."

    With that, the man fades away and the world turns white and John begins to feel himself wake up.


    Almost to the end of the prologue, the next chapter will tie it all together and give the after-action report. Next week is a test week for me with a couple of big exams so it may not be till Friday that the next chapter is released, but I will try to keep working on it during some free time.
     
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    • Google Maps- Minnesota
    This should help us get an idea of where to go from here.
    I myself have no idea on where we should head to because the mayor is most likely going to try and send people after us for what we did.
    i mainly want to head to the northeast or southeast and find somewhere to hunker down for a bit.

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    minnesota military bases list
    Minnesota military bases Location
    Canadian military bases
    found these when looking for military bases and places we could bunker down in for a bit.
     
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    chaotic-logic said:
    Google Maps- Minnesota
    This should help us get an idea of where to go from here.
    I myself have no idea on where we should head to because the mayor is most likely going to try and send people after us for what we did.
    i mainly want to head to the northeast or southeast and find somewhere to hunker down for a bit.
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    We should head north to the Free City of Duluth. They might shelter us there or at very least navigating the political landscape and air defense network makes pursuing us harder.
     
    Jack727 said:
    We should head north to the Free City of Duluth. They might shelter us there or at very least navigating the political landscape and air defense network makes pursuing us harder.
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    added a few more links to Google Maps. One of them shows that there is a U.S. Army Reserve in/near Duluth.

    edit: found a map of US National Guard bases in Minnesota:
    Minnesota national guard bases
     
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    My, but this is all interesting! I like the idea of making Cyberpunk America a less shitty place! Not sure how, though. How does one build a country? Do you just go find a spot to claim and build up from there? Find a ghost city and just move in? What's going on in the timeline at this point?

    KlavoHunter said:
    Gonna need some Cyberpunk maps, too. Good thing I found 'em!

    USA Map, 2020AD (From the sourcebook)

    Here's a spruced-up version of the same map:
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    What the hell happened to Arkansas?
     
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