RE: Masks 2
06-20-2019, 02:09 AM
"She's a player character and Cid didn't want to exclude Quinny from literally everything for the rest of the game."
"Hey," Emily's voice said quietly out of Maria's armrest speaker. "Yeah, Orla's in training with some very nice friends of mine. I initially put her with a nice family in England but she was having none of it. Her name was said because her face is plastered all over the news along with her name. I didn't realize nobody here knew who she was. That's kind of weird. None of you guys must watch American news...which is fair! Anyway, she shouldn't be here for this next part, since we're moving on to actually sensitive intelligence that she doesn't need to hear, even if she isn't at risk of being captured."
Orla was promptly shuffled out of the room gently by an Emily. She'd be taken upstairs and given a burger and a milkshake! Or whatever she wanted if she didn't like those.
It was a fucking good burger and milkshake.
Meanwhile, Nocturne was up on stage.
"Well, we're moving on. We can all agree that the Omnicorp needs to be taken down, and we can agree that corporations WILL NOT exist in the post-revolutionary future. But first we have to win, so we'll focus on that," Nocturne told them.
And then Nocturne proceeded to introduce the more comprehensive and well-prepared part of his planning: the War Plan. He had a lot of intelligence on corporate holdings, forces, resources, and supply lines. It was all useful intelligence to the various militia commanders there, and the plans he fabricated for their guerrilla forces were actually quite good. The militia groups were also given various useful contacts in their local area, and plans were made to deliver weapons and supplies to them. They were to build up their forces using these resources until they were prepared, at which point the proper war would start. That was at least a year away, and further plans would be formed and executed via Prism.
All in all, it seemed that Nocturne was a lot better at planning and fighting a guerrilla war than politics. Eventually he ran out of war-related things to talk about.
"Now on to the operatives. You guys will be assisting in the war effort when the time comes. You won't be necessary in the immediate future, but you'll be contacted when we have ways that you can assist the militias," he told them all. "Thank you all for coming to this. I look forward to fighting at your side and taking down the Corporatists. A better future WILL be built, that I give you my word on. A better future not built on greed, tyranny, and corruption, but on freedom, equality, and the basic truth that prosperity should be shared between all people, not concentrated into the hands of the rich and powerful. Now, stick around, talk to one of us if you want. Us knowing each other better can only help our cause."
With that, the lights came back on! Everybody was shuffled back up to the resort, including Nocturne and the ladies that made up Prism!
Socialization time was back on!
"Hey," Emily's voice said quietly out of Maria's armrest speaker. "Yeah, Orla's in training with some very nice friends of mine. I initially put her with a nice family in England but she was having none of it. Her name was said because her face is plastered all over the news along with her name. I didn't realize nobody here knew who she was. That's kind of weird. None of you guys must watch American news...which is fair! Anyway, she shouldn't be here for this next part, since we're moving on to actually sensitive intelligence that she doesn't need to hear, even if she isn't at risk of being captured."
Orla was promptly shuffled out of the room gently by an Emily. She'd be taken upstairs and given a burger and a milkshake! Or whatever she wanted if she didn't like those.
It was a fucking good burger and milkshake.
Meanwhile, Nocturne was up on stage.
"Well, we're moving on. We can all agree that the Omnicorp needs to be taken down, and we can agree that corporations WILL NOT exist in the post-revolutionary future. But first we have to win, so we'll focus on that," Nocturne told them.
And then Nocturne proceeded to introduce the more comprehensive and well-prepared part of his planning: the War Plan. He had a lot of intelligence on corporate holdings, forces, resources, and supply lines. It was all useful intelligence to the various militia commanders there, and the plans he fabricated for their guerrilla forces were actually quite good. The militia groups were also given various useful contacts in their local area, and plans were made to deliver weapons and supplies to them. They were to build up their forces using these resources until they were prepared, at which point the proper war would start. That was at least a year away, and further plans would be formed and executed via Prism.
All in all, it seemed that Nocturne was a lot better at planning and fighting a guerrilla war than politics. Eventually he ran out of war-related things to talk about.
"Now on to the operatives. You guys will be assisting in the war effort when the time comes. You won't be necessary in the immediate future, but you'll be contacted when we have ways that you can assist the militias," he told them all. "Thank you all for coming to this. I look forward to fighting at your side and taking down the Corporatists. A better future WILL be built, that I give you my word on. A better future not built on greed, tyranny, and corruption, but on freedom, equality, and the basic truth that prosperity should be shared between all people, not concentrated into the hands of the rich and powerful. Now, stick around, talk to one of us if you want. Us knowing each other better can only help our cause."
With that, the lights came back on! Everybody was shuffled back up to the resort, including Nocturne and the ladies that made up Prism!
Socialization time was back on!