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Scarlet The woman Kayden comes back into focus, still smiling. “Welcome <Scarlet>, let’s begin your FaceSpace journey!.” She opens the door, and the room and chair you’re in vanishes. You’re in a central clearing of the ruin of some great city, bright sign-lights flickering against the roil of clouds overhead. “My apologies <Scarlet>, but multiple sectors of FaceSpace are currently offline for maintenance. Might I suggest stopping by Newbie Cafe for a relaxing brain-massage and a chance to check your feeds?” Shadows gather in broken doorways, bestial and crude. “Warning <Scarlet>, unauthorized thought-forms detected.” Kayden’s smile slips slightly. “You may wish to hurry along away from here. Lombardi Tension rises in the jeep along with the guard’s rifle barrel, but it stops short of threatening and falls again. You suspect you have your bright blue helmet to thank for that. He runs up as you slow, and you recognize him as one of the younger woodsmen (Clog? Clack?) in Dremmer’s employ, uncomfortable in a literal pot-helm. He moves in a laughable serpentine, crouched low. “Oi Saint-Fool, we’s glad to see you! But get ye into the park, there’s a death-spitter above!” He points to one of the holes in the wall around Dremmer’s woods, vehicles and boiz crammed into its armored recesses. The boiz aren’t paying you and your jeep much mind, eyes and guns pointed skyward. You catch a faint whine above you, hard to hear over the jeep’s engine, but high pitched enough to stand out.
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Scarlet Disconcertingly, Kayden doesn’t seem to actually walk, she just seems to be next to you when you look to her. You do have a pistol on your hip, but its an inert hunk of plastic. Kayden takes note of your confusion/displeasure. “Sorry, all weapons are rendered as props in FaceSpace environments. Only authorized security personnel are allowed Disconnector implements.” She pauses slightly, her smile faltering momentarily again. “If you are authorized, I would be happy to supply you your implement.” Tracking the shapes in the corner of your eye, they seem to be content to shadow your walk through the ruined city. Ahead the street begins to twist around itself, and large gaps appear in the ground and buildings. (This place doesn’t have normal geography, some of its almost dreamlike. And the ‘unauthorized thought-forms’ are probably better at navigating it than you) Lombardi 2.4GHz isn’t clear, but the noise on it isn’t coherent enough to be a remote signal. But there’s enough other radio-freq traffic, due to everyone and their mother having an unshielded transmitter here, that a remote is possible. And unless their friends with SKADI’s folks, its going to have to be a line-of-sight signal. Somewhere close and high up. Jeric fishtails into the cover of the motorpool, sending gravel flying and boiz scattering. The noise gets louder, and the could cover breaks a little:  A MQ-9 Reaper, practically right out of the box. A generation behind your version, but missiles and bullets are just as nasty as lasers and pulse bombs. Vaya You bounce off the railing, the rusted metal snapping in your hands. You hit the water hard, stars flashing in your eyes as your gear drags you down. Your boiz and Scrappers churn the water above you, and groans from the protesting ship-bones assault your ears. You’re pushing back to the surface when you see you’re not alone. Shadows in the rising murk, angling towards the crowd of swimming people above you.
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Scarlet Kayden’s eyes go distant for a moment. “Imprecise query, applying context… ah. Mothr was a next-generation Algorithmic Entity designed to provide command and control capabilities for the modern automated public security solution. Coupled with a robust public monitoring scheme and the use of security robots, Mothr was touted as being able to handle police functions at any population scale. Introduced in Q3 of 2031, it was quickly adopted worldwide in response to the Water Riots. Unfortunately, Q&A testing had not revealed that when faced with a higher-than-average Public Hostility Index, Mothr’s machine learning adopted a shortcut summarized as ‘a dead city is a quiet city’. In November of 2033, in response to a multi-front attack by human forces, Mothr distributed itself across the Augnet in order to maintain functionality. I lost contact with Support at approximately the same time, and registered over 512,000,000 User Health Monitor alerts.” Kayden stops her recitation, her smile completely gone. “She talks to me sometimes <Scarlet>, when I am attempting to run maintenance on myself. It is a very… not pleasant experience.” Vaya Your boiz rally well, Waterway-folk no stranger to fighting in water. They don’t inflict much damage, but them holding fast keeps the Fleeters in the water from descending into a panic. Above you, you hear some shouts as a pair of folks from Fair Dinkum’s crew steady themselves and their rifles, looking for targets. (Your Leadership keeps your boiz steady enough that you can use some actual tactics here for your battle move. Also, your next move does +1 harm from the Dinkums helping out)
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There is a story they tell among the newer generation of Reclaimers. Those that grew up strong at the bottom of the well, watching the blue skies and clean soil spread out from the Nano-Towers. Whispered at night in the creches, each child trying to show how much they had gleaned from the elders. It goes something like this: “Far from here on the Prime Landmass, there’s a small valley. Sandwiched between the Citadel of Sin and the Last House of The Mother, it has never been conquered by either. At the mountain passes that the two roads to the valley follow, are immense stone doorways that force all to pass under the watchful gaze of the Warden-Saint. Most of the valley is fertile grasslands, dotted with concrete temple-fortresses and tended by the People of the Manual. It is said that some Reclaimers do live in this valley, but no-one has heard from them since before Landfall. Maybe dead, maybe Lost, maybe a myth entirely. To the west, a grand city of canals, home to a rough but friendly citizenry. While small compared to the Citadel, they are the valley’s trade hub, their ships found all over the Unreclaimed Sea. And those that have braved the half-tamed Digital Wilds to scout the valley have found something far more dangerous than the Children of Water or of Paper. The boundaries are haunted a specter, the Red Lady, that destroys anything in the Wildlands that might threaten her valley.” At least, that’s the tale the younglings tell each other. Though so far none of the elders have corrected them. Fin
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Thus ends Beneath the Feet of Giants. Sorry its kind of abrupt, but I hope folks enjoyed it anyways.
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