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Entry tags:
- !network,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain allerdyce,
- !npc: fleet admiral bulsara,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
- !npc: thaddeus t. thrax iii,
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0002: A Proper Q&A
Early in the morning, everyone's comm devices start jangling in pleasant tones, marking a new message. It's text, posted over the network, and at the top is an official looking seal, featuring the rotating pyramid that seems to be the Confederacy's symbol.
So, I hear you people woke up yesterday. Congratulations. I'm sorry you had to deal with that simpering incompetent, Baker. Allow me to illuminate you so that you can better appreciate your situation.
It is 0458 A.C. That's After Confederation, marking the date in which humanity, the Dorfs, and the Jool chose to band together for power, security, and knowledge. By old Earth calendars, that puts us somewhere near the end of the 27th Century, but I don't know exactly when. Ancient history is not my area of expertise and we had multiple calendar changes before settling on an interstellar standard.
I am Thaddeus T. Thrax III, deputy mayor of the Teuberg, the mighty cityship on which you stand. The city in which you now live is in a ship sixty miles across, with layers bringing our great vessel up to thirty miles in height. At the time of this writing, it houses some five hundred thousand souls. We are a great city, born and bred to colonize brave new worlds and explore unseen frontiers. The mayor, the honorable Ms. Maria Masters, will address you when we've finished this latest round of memorial services. Fleet Admiral Bulsara may also address you. Do not try to address him first.
You have been given two months to examine this city, see its needs, and decide where you fit in. Will you join the government? Perhaps you'd rather see what lower-level employment there is, such as becoming a baker or working at a market? Furthering your education is highly suggested and, unlike some more primitive cultures, we respect students and will provide you with living expenses as you work. As a note, this will be mandatory for citizens up to the age of sixteen, our legal limit for adulthood. I should also bring up that we do allow apprenticeships for our younger citizens and guests, should they decide on an employment track they desire early on.
Scholarly pursuits and regular life too boring for you? Fair enough. There is always the military, of course. We just lost thirty of those brave souls in a skirmish yesterday, I'm sure the recruiters will be happy to hear from you. We have tracks for Medical, Command, Engineering, Security/Infantry, Pilots, and Science. That said, you will still be expected to go through training. It will not be easy but after a few swift weeks, you too can go to interesting new places, meet fascinating new people, and pray to whatever God you worship that they don't speak with acid rainbows. Some of them do. I've met them.
Of course, not everyone will want such a rigid, disciplined life. You can hardly be blamed, the military isn't for everyone. But if you still want to defend this city, you may wish to join the militia. Civilian operated, funded, and supplied, the militias of old Earth traditionally answered to the county or the Count, with no connection to the military. Here, though, the military is in command. The militia will have a military liason, but you will not have to follow the same strict discipline of our men and women in uniform. You will deploy when they say and do your utmost to follow their orders in a combat situation, but the rest is up to you. God help us.
Of course, if you want off this ship, there are plenty of other jobs other than fighting. We are always on the lookout for skilled farmers, educators, diplomats, pilots, traders, and asteroid miners! Plus, we will provide training for any of these jobs. We have two agricultural vessels available, and they could use all the help they get. Or, if you fancy yourself some kind of pop star or athlete, you could try for a job in the entertainment sector. I should warn you that competition is stiff. I could not in good conscience honestly suggest any of those jobs.
The more irritating among you might be asking now, "What if we don't want to help out? We didn't ask to come here." Well, we certainly would regret it if you felt that way, as we are doing our best to help you fit in and return you safely to your homes. However, after two months we'll no longer have the resources or the patience to assist you. We will drop you off at the nearest inhabitable planet or neutral space station and leave you there.
Ultimately, I hope it won't come to that. I wish for you to be as happy and productive as any average citizen. We will do our utmost to reverse the accident that brought you here, and it is my hope that when you do, you leave our universe a richer person than you entered it.
Your servant,
Thaddeus T. Thrax III
Deputy Mayor
So, I hear you people woke up yesterday. Congratulations. I'm sorry you had to deal with that simpering incompetent, Baker. Allow me to illuminate you so that you can better appreciate your situation.
It is 0458 A.C. That's After Confederation, marking the date in which humanity, the Dorfs, and the Jool chose to band together for power, security, and knowledge. By old Earth calendars, that puts us somewhere near the end of the 27th Century, but I don't know exactly when. Ancient history is not my area of expertise and we had multiple calendar changes before settling on an interstellar standard.
I am Thaddeus T. Thrax III, deputy mayor of the Teuberg, the mighty cityship on which you stand. The city in which you now live is in a ship sixty miles across, with layers bringing our great vessel up to thirty miles in height. At the time of this writing, it houses some five hundred thousand souls. We are a great city, born and bred to colonize brave new worlds and explore unseen frontiers. The mayor, the honorable Ms. Maria Masters, will address you when we've finished this latest round of memorial services. Fleet Admiral Bulsara may also address you. Do not try to address him first.
You have been given two months to examine this city, see its needs, and decide where you fit in. Will you join the government? Perhaps you'd rather see what lower-level employment there is, such as becoming a baker or working at a market? Furthering your education is highly suggested and, unlike some more primitive cultures, we respect students and will provide you with living expenses as you work. As a note, this will be mandatory for citizens up to the age of sixteen, our legal limit for adulthood. I should also bring up that we do allow apprenticeships for our younger citizens and guests, should they decide on an employment track they desire early on.
Scholarly pursuits and regular life too boring for you? Fair enough. There is always the military, of course. We just lost thirty of those brave souls in a skirmish yesterday, I'm sure the recruiters will be happy to hear from you. We have tracks for Medical, Command, Engineering, Security/Infantry, Pilots, and Science. That said, you will still be expected to go through training. It will not be easy but after a few swift weeks, you too can go to interesting new places, meet fascinating new people, and pray to whatever God you worship that they don't speak with acid rainbows. Some of them do. I've met them.
Of course, not everyone will want such a rigid, disciplined life. You can hardly be blamed, the military isn't for everyone. But if you still want to defend this city, you may wish to join the militia. Civilian operated, funded, and supplied, the militias of old Earth traditionally answered to the county or the Count, with no connection to the military. Here, though, the military is in command. The militia will have a military liason, but you will not have to follow the same strict discipline of our men and women in uniform. You will deploy when they say and do your utmost to follow their orders in a combat situation, but the rest is up to you. God help us.
Of course, if you want off this ship, there are plenty of other jobs other than fighting. We are always on the lookout for skilled farmers, educators, diplomats, pilots, traders, and asteroid miners! Plus, we will provide training for any of these jobs. We have two agricultural vessels available, and they could use all the help they get. Or, if you fancy yourself some kind of pop star or athlete, you could try for a job in the entertainment sector. I should warn you that competition is stiff. I could not in good conscience honestly suggest any of those jobs.
The more irritating among you might be asking now, "What if we don't want to help out? We didn't ask to come here." Well, we certainly would regret it if you felt that way, as we are doing our best to help you fit in and return you safely to your homes. However, after two months we'll no longer have the resources or the patience to assist you. We will drop you off at the nearest inhabitable planet or neutral space station and leave you there.
Ultimately, I hope it won't come to that. I wish for you to be as happy and productive as any average citizen. We will do our utmost to reverse the accident that brought you here, and it is my hope that when you do, you leave our universe a richer person than you entered it.
Your servant,
Thaddeus T. Thrax III
Deputy Mayor
Voice
[Baker, at least, doesn't sound too unhappy with this. He seems a lot braver when he's not dealing with people face-to-face.]
Basically, the military's in charge of everything. They say 'jump', we say 'how high'. That's just how it is, until we get the colony established somewhere. Then the military will stand down and, theoretically, establish a garrison and wait until the Confederation Spacy gives them further orders. Of course, our position is rather unique, so who knows how that will actually work. Fleet Admiral Bulsara is a good man, though. I don't know how much longer he'll be around, but as long as he's in charge, that's how it will be.
Really, though, the Fleet is pretty hands-off when it comes to civilian matters. Oh, they'll sometimes put the kibosh on one of the Mayor's celebrations, but for the most part we get to govern ourselves according to the laws of the Confederacy.
[He finally pauses to take a breath. Whew.]
...But I'm sliding past one of your questions. Let's put it like this. Fleet Admiral Bulsara is God. What he says goes, period. And thank God for him, Admiral Bailey probably would have let you all float out there. Admiral Bailey the Mayor, Madame Maria Masters, are roughly equal in rank. He has power of veto over her, but there are some tricky by-laws that let her treat some of his order as suggestions.
Normally, the presence of a second Admiral, traditionally a retiring one, would serve to keep her from exercising those tricks. But, well. Admiral Wilforth was aboard the Intrepid when it brought you here. They found him fused with his battle post.
[There's an uncomfortable pause and he coughs.]
Erm. Well. Ah, anyway, the Captains technically rank as unelected senators, but that would require them to actually spend time off of their ships. I had to get on my knees to make Latoya, that's Captain Allerdyce. show up and she was about the only one who'd give me the time of day! It really makes a guy feel unappreciated, you know?
[Baker coughs again, realizing he probably sounds like he's whining and desperate for attention.]
...I'm sorry, what was your other question? OH! Um. From what I understand, the Fleet prefers you get some experience in another track before trying for the blue shirt. It doesn't stop a lot of people, like Admiral Bailey and Captain Hollis from going pure Command, but from what Latoya's told me? They think you need some experience in dealing with people and actually learning how things work before you start taking responsibility for their lives.
Whew! I got a little carried away. Did any of that make sense to you? I could probably get someone else if it didn't.
Voice
It makes perfect sense, thank you. I think that sets a decent groundwork to start working with. Not that anyone can work out all the cultural nuances of a community in another time and place in the space of one or two briefings, but we may as well try.
I'm terribly sorry, by the way, to hear about the loss of Admiral Wilforth. Can I ask...how many hands were lost in the accident?
Voice
That's the spirit!
[At her question, he coughs nervously once more and his tone drops.]
Ah. Five hundred Fleet personnel. Mostly Science and Engineering, but some Command and Security.
...Thank you for asking.
Re: Voice
I'm sorry to hear that. Somehow, I didn't imagine the ships would have kept such large crews. It will...set back new research, too.
Re: Voice
[And, though no one will admit it, it's a good thing that they did.]
Science Captain McEngineer was the main mind behind it, and we still have the blueprints, but... Yes. We're sort of hurting for personnel in that regard. We'll still do our best! But...
[She can't see it over the speaker, but he's giving a helpless little shrug.]
Re: Voice
I suppose the only question left is exactly who I need to make an appointment with to sign on for training. Don't get me wrong, I'm planning on getting back to my own ship as soon as possible, but if I'm here the best way to everyone is t o get in the middle of things.
Re: Voice