Discovery Gaming Community
Infernal's Log - Printable Version

+- Discovery Gaming Community (https://discoverygc.com/forums)
+-- Forum: Role-Playing (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=9)
+--- Forum: Stories and Biographies (https://discoverygc.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?fid=56)
+--- Thread: Infernal's Log (/showthread.php?tid=205886)

Infernal's Log - Infernal - 11-29-2024

¤ Source: Luxury Liner Shetland, Newcastle
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Reflective
¤ Hunger: Satiated
¤ Subject: Infernal Prospects
A PACT. A PRIZE. A JOURNEY.
THE PACT

There was once a Bretonian failure of a Son who fancied expensive ships and Gallic games of chance. Fortunately for the enterprising individual, drinks and gambles go hand in hand. A taunt to the mark, a nod to the dealer, and the ship is mine. If only my compatriots didn't cost every last credit I had.

THE PRIZE

The Infernal.

An Obsidian-class 'fighter' of corporate make. It wouldn't pass without a sneering glance at a clan moot, but that might be more of envy than quality. I have a feeling that any of my kin would do worse than kill for the chance to drag one from the void. Still, there's something to be said for salvage. That being that whatever survives is worth its weight in diamonds.


THE JOURNEY

BRETONIA


Needs no introductions. A land rich in military-grade opportunity for the likes of me. If Her Majesty's charters were loose with the equipment before, all bets are off now. Better than home, at any rate.


Devil's Accountings

  • Acquire Lodgings
  • Find Employment
  • Acquire Weapons
  • Acquire an Engine
  • ???
  • Glorious Prosperity


[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 11-29-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Joyous
¤ Hunger: Satiated
¤ Subject: Salutations
BRETONIA!
The Journey

Safe enough. Leeds is a dead colony, dreadful place. When I say dead, I mean truly, actually, dead. Hardly any navy patrols, and anything valuable picked clean long ago. To say nothing of the obvious.

London was a different sight.

There's no simple way to describe it. Scrap has spread far and wide. Bretonia, Gallia, and Liberty sent what passed for their finest into the grinder and the results are spectacular. It's been years since the Battle of London and the material consequences still play out. It's a Junker's Paradise.

Prospects, unfortunately, never come easy without conflict as evidenced by the limping convoys coming out of the Cumbria. Given my lack of equipment, I chose to take the plunge.


Salutations!

Upon my arrival in the Dublin system, I was confronted my four men, first among which was a Mister Nero, a company therapist.

I was immediately asked to partake in therapy to which I agreed because, well, it's just what you do. The nearby naval officer, one Victor Steiner, didn't much care for my responses. Unfortunately, our counseling session was cut short, and I was left with more questions than I had before.

Mister Steiner, however, was quite helpful. I'm not quite sure what agreement I've forged with him - or his friends - but surely, it will be profitable.


A Claim

Once the last of my newfound associates was bid adieu (as I hear the Gallics say), I took the road towards breaching the Tau cluster.

Planet Harris is a lovely place by our standards. Corporate project turned occupied colony turned former warzone corporate project! Suffice it to say, the prospects are well, even if the market is meager.

Scattered trenchworks pass for cheap lodgings in this place. My particular hole has a lovely vault, still sealed, just tempting me to plunder it.

[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 11-29-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: FROTHING
¤ Hunger: STARVED
¤ Subject: HAUNTED
ELDRITCH ABOMINATION!

DREADFUL! Absolutely, POSITIVELY, dreadful!

A man can fly halfway across Sirius and still be haunted by these damnable spirits! Are we safe nowhere?

There I was, inspecting the cargo waiting in the moors, and nothing less than an abomination of a machine presents itself to me! Personally! And worse still, it took an interest.

I was lucky enough to escape the conversation with my life and a headache. Plenty of others aren't so lucky.

It's no small matter, the stories the clansmen tell about these things. They say they're wildlings that are prowling the orange wilds for easy prey. More than a few parents have found the husks of their offspring, empty and scoured of all life. The purpose is simple: If you see these damnable things, pray, and move along. At cruise.

The fact that these things have taken to politics now just makes everything worse than it possibly could have been!


[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 11-29-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Nippy
¤ Hunger: Parched
¤ Subject: Junker Commerce
CURIOUS INQUIRIES

A new day, and a new associate. A neighbor if nothing else.

Venus approached me at Holman under the guise of admiring my prize. Despite her prying, she revealed nothing except her name and hopes of loyalty. She even dared question the propriety of a lone constable afraid in the void. In the nature of politeness, if not neighborly love, she chose to guide me to an onyx rock, shrouded in ice. It would make a lovely tourist destination to those that could afford it. Unfortunately, I am in no position to make a claim.

One day, perhaps. In the meantime, Venus rose the prospect of work. It would seem that our own ingenuity is still appreciated, whatever preconceptions Sirius may have of the Clans. While I have yet to receive a proper offer, I made my preparations.

Officer Maya was present at her usual haunt. Steiner's absence was noted, a name of repute it would seem. She directed me to Scarborough, where more precise instruments were acquired.


[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 11-30-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Nippy
¤ Hunger: Parched
¤ Subject: Halifax Locals
MADMAN

My dealings with Miss Venus have proven strugglingly complex already.

The exchange of goods was held at Halifax, as indicated by contract. Unfortunately, the local flavor has proven less an amenable to our presence.

There was a madman who took issue to my companions. First, the Rheinlander, self-obsessed with their own conflicts as they always are. Then with Venus. When we attempted to make our retreat to safeguard her prize, he attacked her. I, prudently, chose to further the both of our interests and continue on the path to Tau. Evidently, things are well with her.

The madman had some talk of Hessian legends. Being the man that I am, I take great interest in such things. Unfortunately all he had was talk of thralls and wildlings. No doubt driven mad by the likes of my own hauntings.

I should need to prepare for the task ahead. Those Bretonians I met should have the relevant tools to begin a technospy.


[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 12-01-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Melancholy
¤ Hunger: Satiated
¤ Subject: New London Blues
CAREFUL CONSTABULARY

A patient people, these constables.

In my haste to procure the implements of my task, I journeyed to London. It was there that I found the "Hero" of New London himself, Sergeant Pickering, in dubious combat with a pirate cruiser. The officer needed some encouragement to deal with the reprobate (as well as some timely reinforcements), but in the end the reprobate was slain. In exchange for my silence on the matter of drink, the officers left what remained of the wreck to my capable hands.

While there was little of use for my own devices, the remains were traded on Trafalgar for various inventions (namely an elder NeuralNet broadnode). I still need to acquire the appropriate adapters and furnishings for my work.


[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 12-03-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Affirmative
¤ Hunger: Satiated
¤ Subject: New London Blues
PAST THEIR PRIME

Mister Steiner is quite the surprise. I had inklings of his position in the firmament, but nothing so grand as a spymaster in the war.

He spent the afternoon exchanging the news of the day with me and one Miss Winters; wildlings, pirate cruisers, madmen, and the like. I should need to send him more useful evidence sometime.

Another 'player' in the game was present, one Silverstone. What a rude little man.

More players still, the local 'fauna' was in attendance. A Gaian, of all things, took issue, and was promptly subject to the wrath of them. Evidently Steiner had words with this 'diplomatic dispatch'.

I was fortunate to join a Bowex convoy and negotiate a suitable contract for my workshop. Things are on the upswing.

Still, I can't help but think of legends lately.
[Image: sDDb8ju.png]

[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 12-03-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Droit
¤ Hunger: Satiated
¤ Subject: Ruminations
UNCLEAR SKIES

Miss Elise is another of the wayward, if congenial, souls in this suppressive region.

An ostensible pirate, racer, and mechanic in one. Large life for a Bretonian girl. I would mistake her for a Junker if it were not for the iconography.

She purports to be a member of a "Sisterhood", though she maneuvered around the subject. Trouble at home, I take it. We all have enough of that.

I suspect it would do me well to make her acquaintance again. If not for the fact that Bretonia is an ever-darkening place, then because I suspect my dealings with Venus may draw me into undesired conflicts. A friend on the skeptical end of morality would be necessary in any resolution.

[Image: xKY5Ij2.png]

[+]Attachment(s)


RE: Infernal's Log - Infernal - 12-04-2024

¤ Source: Brunswick Provisional Province, Planet Harris, Tau-31
¤ Author: D.Adenike
¤ Mood: Perturbed
¤ Hunger: Parched
¤ Subject: Underworld Business
JUST WINDOW SHOPPING

Miss Venus remains haunted by the muttering infirmities of this region. This time, one ‘Caliban’.

Our impromptu and unplanned rendezvous at Barrier Gate was interrupted by the vagabond. Miss Venus was not prone to the conflict. I suppose I cannot blame her, given past injuries. Still, it is worrying that the lunatic was able to contact me. The conversation was moved to an installation in Dublin. Friends of hers, no doubt. And they have quite nice ships. There were several cruisers in holding that I am utterly envious of. Miss Venus informed me that they come up on market from time to time.

The news of the day was exchanged, as was an update on my task. I broached the topic of a return to Bornholm to sate my cloying thoughts, and an interest was conveyed. One day soon, perhaps, assuming the pay is enough to stabilize my position.

Alternatively…, I cannot shake the thought that my dealings with Venus have become increasingly dangerous. Contraband, Madmen, and Pirates. On top of it all, I suspect my dealings with a known smuggler would seem ungainly to my Bretonian associations. To say nothing of the ‘other happenings’.

I should think to send for Miss Elise sometime soon. It would be positively wonderful for my health to have an unattached ally at the right juncture. And the road south to Bornholm is quite hazardous.

[Image: aPT7UcL.png]

[+]Attachment(s)