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srwug_alpha_rp2013-07-07 07:37 am
themomentoftherose) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2013-07-07 07:37 am
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Post "The Hope Of Winter"
[1/Network]
Hello White Chalice. I'm very happy to announce several things to you right now, the results of our mission against the mountain base.
First of all, The Stalker Fang is dead, permanently this time. Unfortunately it took her original personality, as Anna Fang, reasserting itself for this to happen. For a little while, she was the kind person the history books tell us she was. She rammed Requiem Vortext into Harrowbarrow, saving us and killing Wolf Kobold.
Second, Harrowbarrow contained the enormous, city-powered beam gun MEDUSA. It has been taken aboard.
Third, it also had plans for quick conversion of a large static city to a mobile one, derived from observation of the Yapan Exodus.
Fourth, both of the above were to be sold to an interested third party who would then have taken one of the world's greatest cities mobile and spread Municipal Darwinism at MEDUSA-point. Fortunately that does not seem like it will happen now.
Fifth, more secret documents were recovered from the base. Apparently they were developing a mag-lev system large enough for cities to use. We will be broadcasting this to any city that will listen. With mag-lev, there will be no need for cities to devour each other for fuel. Municipal Darwinism will soon pass into history.
White Chalice, I want to thank all of you for helping us get this far. General Naga has ordered that everyone who accompanied us is to be awarded the Wind Flower's Petals, Crimson Class, one of our more prestigious medals, and a cabin and forty acres of farmable land within our territory, if you ever decide to retire.
[2]
After sending that message, Oenone sits back in the arboretum, leaning against a tree trunk, her head tilted back. Something wet spills over and traces a line down her cheek, then another. It's tears of relief, for something that she'd been fighting for most of her life. And now it's over. Her brother and Stalker Fang can both rest in peace.
She feels lightheaded, empty, sweet. Where next? There are so many possibilities. The net is wide and infinite.
Hello White Chalice. I'm very happy to announce several things to you right now, the results of our mission against the mountain base.
First of all, The Stalker Fang is dead, permanently this time. Unfortunately it took her original personality, as Anna Fang, reasserting itself for this to happen. For a little while, she was the kind person the history books tell us she was. She rammed Requiem Vortext into Harrowbarrow, saving us and killing Wolf Kobold.
Second, Harrowbarrow contained the enormous, city-powered beam gun MEDUSA. It has been taken aboard.
Third, it also had plans for quick conversion of a large static city to a mobile one, derived from observation of the Yapan Exodus.
Fourth, both of the above were to be sold to an interested third party who would then have taken one of the world's greatest cities mobile and spread Municipal Darwinism at MEDUSA-point. Fortunately that does not seem like it will happen now.
Fifth, more secret documents were recovered from the base. Apparently they were developing a mag-lev system large enough for cities to use. We will be broadcasting this to any city that will listen. With mag-lev, there will be no need for cities to devour each other for fuel. Municipal Darwinism will soon pass into history.
White Chalice, I want to thank all of you for helping us get this far. General Naga has ordered that everyone who accompanied us is to be awarded the Wind Flower's Petals, Crimson Class, one of our more prestigious medals, and a cabin and forty acres of farmable land within our territory, if you ever decide to retire.
[2]
After sending that message, Oenone sits back in the arboretum, leaning against a tree trunk, her head tilted back. Something wet spills over and traces a line down her cheek, then another. It's tears of relief, for something that she'd been fighting for most of her life. And now it's over. Her brother and Stalker Fang can both rest in peace.
She feels lightheaded, empty, sweet. Where next? There are so many possibilities. The net is wide and infinite.
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