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oooc peace keeper u rp da small bar

OOC: Due to a Death in the family, I must now take a vacation from Nationstates. I cannot bring myself to continue. I shall return, but I know not when.

(OOC: Sorry to hear that. Our best regards to you and your family.)

Geral was once again in the bar, having come to the realisation that this dinky little establishment was likely the safest place in the entire station. The Sephiroth raid, he understood, would likely be quelled in a matter of minutes.

Despite the unvoiced rule that factional members were not allowed here, word had spread among his colleagues and this had become a favourite off-duty spot (sidearms only, of course) as well as a practical meeting point between enemies.

Captain Cruonis was not sure what to do with the workers clones at first, she knew they would be impossible to repatriate because of their design. There simply was no place for them in Commonii society. She called over to Marianis Industries, we've got a group of illegal workers here.

Mycroft, "We are short on staff, What kind of workers are you talking about?"

Captain Cruonis, "We recovered some illegal spew clones, we can't keep them here. It will cause problems. We can send the storage capsules over if you want. We have to have an agreement they won't be mistreated. Even acknowledging these are here will cause problems."

Mycroft, "We'll offer them the standard contract we offer all our workers, room and board, a stipend, and some company clothes. Knowing them, they won't know what to do with the stipend. We'll have to create a pool for healthcare."

A droid comes in, "Sir, one of the clones is claiming to be a leader clone, he claims that he has a right to be set free. We have him detained. He would like to be set free with his followers. He says his name is David 0."

Captain Cruonis, "Give him a stipend, of 200 credits per clone in his group, two changes of clothes, some stun volt pistols, and get him off this base immediately." Captain Cruonis remembered her history books, there was a defective clone that had disappeared who was one of the original leaders of the Manpower Riots. She didn't want him on the ship.

The clones were divided into two groups, those joining David 0 (zero), and those who wished to join the Marianis Waste Mangement corporation. A few requested to stay on board the ship to do maintenance, but they were told they had to leave.

OOC: I'm back, and I feel better. Still looking for the emerald Cult though, unless you just want me to cheat...

(OOC: Sure. I'll have Mr. Delta show up in a convenient place. You can assume that Id has discovered enough about the cult to positively identify a member in plainclothes on sight.)

Delta-6-Alpha was walking through the promenade, pinpointing suitable targets for infiltration and buying more weapons to furnish the fresh acolytes.

(OOC: Sure. I'll have Mr. Delta show up in a convenient place. You can assume that Id has discovered enough about the cult to positively identify a member in plainclothes on sight.)

Delta-6-Alpha was walking through the promenade, pinpointing suitable targets for infiltration and buying more weapons to furnish the fresh acolytes.

Id was walking along, in the opposite direction.

He spotted Delta-6-Alpha, coming out of a store. He walked by Delta-6.

"I've got a proposal for you, but not here, elsewhere. Come to my arena, later. I'll be waiting." said the note he slipped into Delta-6-Alpha's pocket.

He walked around a corner and disappeared into the backways and byways of the station. when Delta-6-Alpha arrived, he would find Id waiting for him, leaning against an altar.

OOC: best way I could think of. I would assume a crowded prominade where everybody and their brother could here us would be a bad place to talk the sort of business we would be talking about.

David 0 and his small band of clone followers had found a seedy hotel to hide out in. They had piled as many of them as could fit into two rooms and paid for a weeks rent. They began casing places where clone workers worked, several disappeared along with the money in their workplaces. Some had been persuaded to join the cause, others had simply disappeared.

Then a break occurred, one of the local crime lords, a sentient livestock merchant named Zorba the Hut used clone workers in his enterprises. During the night they replaced several of the clone workers and used the remaining stash of their money to buy small arms. David 0 with a group of workers tortured and assassinated Zorba gaining access to his safe and a large number of valuables. They left a sentient rights manifesto at the site of the murder and painted a large blue zero on the wall. It would appear as a sensational story on the local holonews the next morning.

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At the arena, Delta-6-Alpha approached Id in the religious green garb favoured by the cult, flanked by two acolytes. Their weapons were not immediately obvious, though it was clear that more likely than not all of them were armed.

"What business do you have with the Emerald Cult?"

David 0 began to spend Zorba The Hut's money. Tens of thousands of leaflets on "Sentient Rights for clones and robots" began to flood the promenade. Also stickers with a blue zero and the word sentient rights began appearing all over the promenade. This attracted the attention of the Droid and Robot Separatists who eventually tracked down David 0 to his hotel. An agreement was made between the clones and robots providing shelter deep in the slum corridors for David 0 and his followers.

Later that day on the promenade a major event occurred. In the Jawa Droid and Robot Salvage Yard, there was a massive explosion killing several Jawas, destroying lots of property and starting a major fire on the promenade. Ambulances and fire hover trucks raced to the seen. Wounded sentients were carried away in emergency life support capsules.

At the arena, Delta-6-Alpha approached Id in the religious green garb favoured by the cult, flanked by two acolytes. Their weapons were not immediately obvious, though it was clear that more likely than not all of them were armed.

"What business do you have with the Emerald Cult?"

OOC: I had a posted response already, where did it go?
Oh well. This won't have the shine and luster of the other one. I'm going to take a slightly diffrent apprach.

IC:

"I realise, our goals very similar, we both seek power. I also realise, we are both strong, and very independant individuals. We have diffrent styles, and as things stand now, with a little effort, either one of us could be taken down any second.

What I'm suggusting, is that we work together, at least on this station, and help each other seek power. Your actions suggust you seek heavy weaponry, I seek destruction, the destruction of the factions within the station, to rule it. Together, we would be well nigh invincible.

As a token of appreciation, take this." Id said.

A gareen lugged what would be for most people a heavy crate, but for it, was no heavier than a common folding chair.
He opened the crate.

There it was, a weapon even Delta-6 would agree was very powerful.

OOC: Go ahead and make up the weapon.

"Our weaponry is but a means to an end. However, your offer is an intriguing one."

He motioned to the acolytes to pick up the crate.

"We accept your offer. Our acolytes are available to you if you should require them."

(OOC: I think it's safe to leave the weapon as 'A powerful weapon of indeterminate make')

"Our weaponry is but a means to an end. However, your offer is an intriguing one."

He motioned to the acolytes to pick up the crate.

"We accept your offer. Our acolytes are available to you if you should require them."

(OOC: I think it's safe to leave the weapon as 'A powerful weapon of indeterminate make')

OOC: Ok.

IC:
"As shall be the fellowship of Destruction for you." Id said.

"See to it they remain unmolested on their way back." Id ordered.

OOC: I'm going to link this to another thread i'm posting on, hope you don't mind.

Shi looked up from the mission report, pondering the best course of action. Finaly she got up and headed to a message drone that had been waiting for her. "Commence recording" Shi said, looking directly at the drone. This is Shas'O'Voir'La'Kais'Shi, of the Farsight Enclave. The Emerald cult has made a move to join a rather dangerous Hybridform known as the Cyverons, as you are familiar with this threat we are requesting that you lend us your aid as we send the 5th battlefleet to assault these two dangerous powers. End recording The drone's camera shut back down, now all it required was its destination and the reciver of the message. "Drone, take this holo message to the New Oxfard compound, tell them it is of high priority and should be watched as soon as possible." Said Shi before turning away. The drone set of on its simple but vital mission.

OOC: Since your already in the thread I doubt this counts as recruiting, and I could do with some suport with my invasion/clensing.

Directed to the Station:

We wish to test a special construction project. We would like to build a small stable wormhole between your station and the Sol System. This would be a two way gate. The trip would take about an hour with a permanent stable wormhole. This is a new construction project. It could significantly increase traffic to the station. The wormhole will be large enough for a standard cargo ship or frigate to pass through one at a time.