Session 8 1

Elles continues to leak. Meanwhile, on the Roland, Zinda finally wakes up in sickbay.
Zinda: "…Fuckin again?"
Zinda tries to move, and fails.
Zinda: "Yeowch..Jesus fuckin…"
Spyboy: "Elles, how much storage would it take to preserve a reasonable facsimile of itself?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Uh, Admiral Bounty? Sickbay reports Zinda's awake, if you want to go debrief her."
Fortunately, Elles does seem capable of radio transmission. "Calculating…"
[OOC] Abraham: "What?! Knock her back out!"
Abraham: "Awake and lucid? All right, I will go an check on her at least."
Abraham does so.
Zinda stretches a bit.
Zinda: "How long was I out…?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Awake. Lucid…it's Zinda, sir." He shrugs.
Abraham: "Hard to say for sure but… probably not more than 12 hours."
Elles: "Required input: degree of reason. Current design approximated by android unit."
Abraham: "So, what have you been up to?"
Spyboy: "Understood."
Zinda: "I…hehe, oh, uh…"
Zinda: "Just something I'd wanted to do ever since I saw that hospital."
[OOC] Spyboy: You said the magma was traversible?
Zinda unsteadily sits up, and winces.
Abraham: "Should you really be doing that?"
Zinda: "I kind of…piledrived a tank."
[OOC] WC GM: There are gaps you can get through, yes.
Zinda: "There were a bunch of bodies, and it was just…"
Zinda: "The crowd was cheering…"
Zinda: "And I thought 'hey, this could be a thing!'"
Spyboy: "[Elles, can you identify the nature of the breach?]"
Zinda snrrks.
[OOC] Abraham: "Did the judged call a foul?"
[OOC] Spyboy: For reference, all we saw when we arrived was char, Metis, and you. So…have fun!
Zinda: "And then, I, uh…I had my buddies leave and I sort of set off a fuel air bomb in one of their government buildings."
Elles: "[Outer shell punctured by reaction from Warrens launch. Internal pressurant leaking. Necessary pressure levels not achieved in 25% of cores and spreading; affected cores shut down for preservation.]"
Zinda: "I think they said it handled corporate/private partnerships or something."
Zinda looks at Abraham.
Spyboy: "[Are there any means of repairing the outer shell?]"
Abraham: "I'm sorry, you lost me at 'fuel air bomb'."
Zinda: "And then I, umm, robbed a hospital in a rich sector and carted the supplies back to the lower warrens…and uh…by that time there was a battalion following me so I kind of just sent the others down with the supplies and I, uh…"
Zinda: "Well, I had the stuff for Napalm there so I just kind of…"
Zinda: "Uh…this sounds really bad, doesn't it?"
Elles: "[Industrial excavators used to fabricate and position Warrens thrusters could repair shell. Control nodes for said excavators are in presently shut down cores.]"
Zinda: "I swear I didn't shoot anyone."
Spyboy blinks
Zinda: "Unless they were in a riot tank."
[OOC] Spyboy: "With bullets, anyway."
Spyboy: "…Idea."
Spyboy starts pinging the industrial excavators with the neucomm.
Zinda gives Abraham the most innocent look.
The excavators respond, but only with position. There is clearly very little intelligence there; they feel somewhere between robot arms and gloves.
Abraham: "I am not a civilian government official… but I am reasonably certain that as you /are/ in fact a a civilian government official, what you did /could/ be construed as an act of war by the Oldziey nation on the Lagos. Something you might want to prepare for."
Zinda: "Are you mad at me?"
Abraham gives that question serious thought.
Spyboy: "[Metis, you could tell her that the new Lago government probably won't have a problem with it. But I leave that up to you.]"
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy's been listening in on sickbay remotely?
[OOC] Zinda: I've gotta pop out for like 5 minutes in like minutes to drive my fiance to class. It's really close.
[OOC] WC GM: …what am I saying. It's Spyboy. Of course he has.
[OOC] Metis: Spyboy: Its not just a clever name.
[OOC] Spyboy: Spyboy is, among other things, listening to Metis and what Metis hears.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, WC. Seriously.
Metis: "[That realization would best come from inside.]"
Abraham: "Let's just say… I follow your logic. As a /military/ government official, I can not condone your actions. But I do see your chain of reasoning."
Spyboy is also getting a feel for the industrial excavators'..feel.
Zinda giggles.
Zinda: "I haven't gotten to go to town like that since before I left Oldziey."
Abraham: "It may not matter. There is a not zero chance that new /Lago/ government will ignore the incident as it was no small part of why there is a /new/ Lago government. Still, you should at least be aware of the worst case scenario."
Zinda: "I-I know that! Geez."
[OOC] Spyboy: After all, it wouldn't be the first time that the new leaders decided that the heroes of the revolution were excess to needs….
[OOC] Zinda: The heroes of the revolution aren't usually super-powered leaders of military states.
[OOC] Metis: Those are normally called 'invaders'.
[OOC] Zinda: Exactly.
[OOC] Abraham: It would also not be the first time the new leaders would put the heroes of the revolution on trial for crimes against the nation rather than the government.
[OOC] Zinda: …I don't think a new Lago nation would quite be stupid enough to incite a war with Oldziey over their formation.
[OOC] Zinda: Especially when Oldziey is looking for regional allies.
It takes some poking around - burning up quite a bit of what time remains to safely be down where Spyboy and Heggy are - but eventually Spyboy gets a feel for basic manipulations. However, coordinating all of them is far beyond his abilities.
Spyboy throws together a quick subroutine to run the industrial excavators off his neucomp.
[OOC] Abraham: The government would not. I guarantee there would be at least one faction within though that dearly would love to.
[OOC] WC GM: What neucomp? Spyboy has neucomm wired to his brain. Essentially, his brain is his neucomp.
[OOC] Spyboy: Spyboy also has neucomm wired to his handheld computer.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah. Yeah, it'll take more than that.
[OOC] Spyboy: …and to his fighter, if necessary.
[OOC] WC GM: Still more than that.
[OOC] Spyboy: Rats!
[OOC] WC GM: Need a setup capable of coordinating billions - at least - of independent units. That's a little more than his fighter's multiplex tracking is rated for.
[OOC] Spyboy: Would the Roland's computer be capable? It's not wired to the neucomm, granted, but…
[OOC] Zinda: I mean I could see Lagos joining in ConFed aggression against Oldziey, but it wouldn't be politically uncontroversial.
[OOC] WC GM: The Roland's official main computer couldn't quite do it.
[OOC] Metis: It could be.
[OOC] Spyboy: ….could Metis?
[OOC] Zinda: OK brb
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
[OOC] Abraham: Metis? Would you like to play a game called 'be our wireless neutrino router'?
[OOC] Metis: I wonder if that's a subtle hint…
[OOC] Metis: Nooooooooooooo…. I mean, ACK.
Spyboy: "[Hey, Metis. Wanna try something…different?]"
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda, too. Either one.
Metis: "[You are not going to attempt to access my kernel again, are you?]"
[OOC] Abraham: "[Oh no no no no yes.]"
Spyboy: "[No. That would be the same. I'd like you to lend your ancestor a hand, if you could. Or…a bunch of hands, really. If one was needed - I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a panic here.]"
Spyboy: "[Heggy and I are on our way back out of the core and I'm kind of distracted by the fact that I'm only pretty sure we're gonna be out by the time Elles needs to fire the laser and I know how long she'd delay firing cuz we're here.]"
Spyboy: "[And that's zero seconds.]"
Spyboy: "[Anyway, the attached file I'm sending is the neucomm location and control routines for the industrial excavators that Elles uses to do work around here.]"
Spyboy: "[Aaaand I'm wondering if you could use them to patch the hole in her outer shell so she doesn't get destroyed.]"
[OOC] Abraham: BRB.
Metis scans the file.
[OOC] Metis: Such is within Metis' capabilities, given the time allowed?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Spyboy: "[If you need incentive, I can give you some, in the form of either metaphorical carrot or metaphorical stick…]"
[OOC] WC GM: Elles could have done it if Elles's control capabilities were not knocked out. Metis can easily figure out the process, and she's just been given the tools.
Spyboy: "[If you don't need incentive, then I'll give you some ice cream as soon as I get back on the ship. Carrot-flavored unless you want something else.]"
Metis: "[I am more curious to see if I can.]"
Metis links into the neucomm ports, applying patch to hole. The exact opposite of what Elles normally does…
[OOC] Abraham: Back.
It will take a while to fully patch, but the process has begun. However, it also seems that Spyboy and Heggy might not have quite enough time to climb out before the laser fires - unless a straighter path was cleared for them.
Spyboy: "[….Um. Metis, can you divert some of those things? Um. Need a little help here.]"
Metis: "[Hmm. That might require some extra effort. I would need to be incentived. Do you promise to not try and access my kernel any more?]"
Metis begins clearing a straighter path for Spyboy's fighter… Heggy never did anything wrong, after all.
Spyboy: "[Attempting to access your kernel was done with the specific intent of trying to learn if I could theoretically hack Elles. I'm sorry you found it uncomfortable, but you did agree.]"
Spyboy: "[That said, I have no intention of trying to do it again. I learned what I needed to learn and I am quite satisfied with the results, even if I may have preferred other results.]"
Metis: "[That will be acceptable.]"
Spyboy: "[And to clarify, if I had successfully determined that I did have the ability to access your kernal, the full extent of the changes I would have made, with your assistance only, would have been to patch the hole.]"
[OOC] Metis: Is there sufficient time to clear a path and fashion the patch?
Soon, Spyboy and Heggy find they do not have to weave and crawl as they did on their way in. Their fighter is reached with enough time to launch and clear the path about half a minute before the laser fires.
[OOC] WC GM: Yes. Clearing the path is a minor diversion, relative to the resources needed to patch.
[OOC] Metis: Okay, no one break anything on the Roland, I'm busy.
[OOC] WC GM: "A drop in the ocean" almost literally applies.
Spyboy: "[Evacuating!!!]"
Metis keeps on eye on Michael and Heggy, just in case something moves outside of expected parameters.
The laser being a laser, most of its length is only visible as overlays and projections, standard on ConFed ships so personnel can tell when they are being fired at and from what direction. However, the laser being a laser, it does interact with the atmosphere, scattering a small fraction of its light.
[OOC] Zinda: Back
Never before in his life has Spyboy been so extremely backlit, nor seen Heggy illuminated from behind so brightly.
It is akin to diving close to a star…probably close enough that the shields would fail. And indeed, their fighter's shields barely hold together.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sir! Jump point opening wide! Chief Science Officer reports that the data we're getting can fuel dozens of grad student theses."
Abraham: "Well, we certainly can't do without grad student theses. Do what you can to make sure we get all that data, XO."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Affirmative. We're recording everything we can, and I've contacted all the colonies to share their sensor logs of this."
Spyboy: "[Remind me to thank Zinda for those shield upgrades. Even if it means I have to admit that I have them.]"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Warrens passing through. No sign of problems so far."
Abraham glances at the data, just to see if anything jumps out out at him like 'My goodness that's a lot of neutrinos' or 'Holy hell, there's zero fucking neutrinos there'.
Abraham: "Good. Nice to have a lack of bad news for once. Keep monitoring."
[OOC] WC GM: …Science check.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + + 0 + (Base: 7 Total: 10) (Being blinded by science)
[OOC] Abraham: Me look down, looks back up. THE NEUTRINOS ARE NOW DIAMONDS!
[OOC] WC GM: …better than that. PMing.
[OOC] Metis: Better than diamonds? But…I can make a diamond hand! And then…okay, I don't have a follow-up after 'diamond hand'.
[OOC] Zinda: CAn you make a diamond dog?
[OOC] Abraham: Follow up with a high five, obviously.
[OOC] Metis: Not without violating animal cruelty statutes. So… legally, no, until you change the laws.
[OOC] Zinda:
Abraham: "Interesting. If done properly… and no lasting effects…. it should be possible to temporarily override a wormhole's exit point and select another. And far more efficiently that I would have guessed. A lot of number crunching and further research would be needed… but we have most of that further research already."
Abraham: "In theory."
[OOC] Metis: Don't let Zinda weaponize that.
[OOC] Zinda: You think she doesn't have Kali watching him?
[OOC] Metis: Don't let Kali weaponize that either!
[OOC] Abraham: Quite. Last thing we need is for her to get wormhole air bombs.
[OOC] WC GM: Nah, wormholes are more the kind of thing you'd detonate stars with. Oh, wait…
[OOC] Metis: Stop that, you. Stop it!
Spyboy: "[…Admiral, we may have a security problem.]"
[OOC] Metis: I will smack you with a rolled up diamond newspaper.
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham doesn't have neucomm, remember?
Abraham is blissfully unaware of any, additional, security problem.
[OOC] Metis: Is Abe on the bridge?
[OOC] Spyboy: ….bah. Need to get Abraham from behind with an Integrator.
[OOC] Abraham: At this point, yeah I think my debrief of Zinda is done.
[OOC] Spyboy: Also, I was assuming Abe was in the same place as Metis and/or Zinda.
[OOC] WC GM: Even so, Metis and/or Zinda would have to relay.
[OOC] Metis: Metis is either on the bridge or in engineering, and is kind of quantum-positioned right now. Don't collapse my waveform!
[OOC] Metis: Ooh, can I take that as a stunt? Quantum-positioning? Don't ask me what it does.
[OOC] Spyboy: Zinda would not. Her neucomm is a handheld radio, remember?
[OOC] WC GM: …you're not quite *that* high tech level, sorry.
[OOC] WC GM: Anyway. Spyboy returns so he can talk to Abraham directly?
[OOC] Zinda: Haha fair 'nuff.
Metis: "[Which security problem are you referring to?]"
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, works. Heck, once we get past the Warren's shields, regular if encrypted radio would suffice.
[OOC] Spyboy: But no reason not to return to the Roland now.
[OOC] Spyboy: "Admiral, we have a security problem that's not Zinda."
Spyboy: "Admiral, the…altering the jump point destination thing. How…obvious do you think that would be, given the data?"
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham falls out of his chair. "Don't even joke about that."
By the time Spyboy and Heggy return, the Warrens have passed through, and the jump point has returned to normal.
Abraham considers that. "Assuming you've got the proper science background, which I'm going to toot my own horn for a moment and say with some authority that most people do not… the implications are obvious. I was just glancing over the data. But it's like black holes and the Higgs Boson. People were convinced both of these had to exist but it took most of a century to prove."
Spyboy: "So basically anyone with our sensor logs - or the sensor logs of any of the habs in system - would realize that we can create a jump node that leads directly from any star in the cluster to the far side of Chandley, bypassing the 'radiation hazard'?"
Abraham: "Then again, both black holes and Higgs Boson were largely academic at the time. Things would be…accelerated…for something with obvious practical applications."
Abraham: "Yes, they would realize it. And presuming they put real effort into it, I imagine they would be able to do so within two decades."
Spyboy: "Okay, that seems reasonable."
Spyboy: "How long do you think it would take a civilian scientist - one who, say, wants funding to perform the number crunching required - will tell someone that it's possible?"
Abraham: "Frankly, assuming Wayne and his crew gets this data, that's where I imagine the breakthrough would happen."
Abraham: "For funding, you quarter your estimates. So they would say 5 years and at least manage to lay some groundwork."
[OOC] WC GM: Is this private to each other or within earshot of the bridge crew?
Spyboy: "And what do you think will happen when some scientist says to someone without a scientific background that it's possible?"
[OOC] Abraham: Unless Spyboy pulls me aside, within earshot.
Spyboy glances around the bridge and kills the external comms. ….He does leave the telltales going, so the guy on comms doesn't throw a fit.
Abraham: "They will most likely say 'Huh?'"
Spyboy blinks
Abraham: "It's the reaction we've become accustom to."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Ahem. Umm. I should point out that if you let Metis at it, with our engineering assistance…well…"
Metis: "I need to create more hands."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…we'dprobablybeabletowithinafewdays. Sir."
Abraham: "Yes, this ship has a huge advantage as we have Wayne's research and Metis."
Abraham: "And yeah I was estimating a week."
Spyboy: "Well, yeah. For that matter, Wayne and the others have already done it. Several times. Maybe with less targeting."
Abraham: "Maybe a bit longer if I was stupid enough to try to micromanage Metis."
ExecutiveOfficer: "And if we were to do it from any star system with sensors not under our control, such as any colony's…" The officer shrugs.
Spyboy: "Besides, it's not a killer for us - since we know how to cross Chandley without dying. We just outgun the Nephilim that are killing everything that goes into Chandley, or be nice and ask permission."
ExecutiveOfficer: "So…if we were to do it…cross Chandley, one way or another…what would we say to the ConFed on the other side?"
Spyboy: "Given that the last time we saw them they accused us of collaborating with the Nephilim? Good question."
[OOC] Abraham: "We tell them the truth. Tell them that the space beyond Chandley is now the territory of the Imperium of Man and that EMPEROR Abraham, greets them and welcomes them to vassalhood."
Zinda sighs. "Yeah, I think the homeworlds are uh…"
Zinda: "You realize we'd see a military incursion here right?"
[OOC] Metis: In order to fill that role, you will need even more psyker.
Abraham: "Truthfully, I'm surprised we haven't already had visits."
Spyboy: "They don't have the ability to crack the door, that we know of."
Abraham: "Yes, which implies that something is distracting them from developing it."
ExecutiveOfficer: "That would be they themselves, sir."
Spyboy: "Perhaps. They don't have all the data that we do, and furthermore they have somewhat less incentive and much more internal conflict and a wider distribution and thus narrower focus of resources."
Abraham: "All true I suppose."
Zinda: "So…what do we do?"
[OOC] Spyboy: "War."
[OOC] Abraham: The steady, reliable answer. It never changes.
Abraham: "Truthfully, we can send people who want to leave past Chandley easily. And since the wormhole is only temporarily reconnected, the Confederacy can't launch an invasion or whatever fool plan they might have. So we work out the solution first, then send anyone through who wants to go."
Spyboy: "Are we looking for independence, then, sir?"
Spyboy: "Because a solution like that…will definitely look like that to Terra."
[OOC] Spyboy: Or Earth?
Abraham: "At the moment we're looking for 'not living out our lives in the stockade' and/or waiting for the firing squad."
Abraham: "But as we only have the one empress amongst us, Zinda do you think we should push for independence?"
[OOC] Abraham: And while Zinda ponders that, BRB.
[OOC] Abraham: Back.
[OOC] Zinda: WB
Zinda: "…I do."
Zinda looks back at Abraham.
Zinda: "Wasn't that the plan from the start?"
Zinda: "Hmm…how does " Coalition of Free Stars " sound, Abe?"
Metis: "Are we not already independent?"
Abraham: "The plan was be independent because we had no way to reconnect with the rest of ConFed space. Now we do."
Zinda: "Details, details."
Abraham: "Metis, we are, at the moment, independent by circumstances. Being independent by choice is very different."
Zinda: "Let's be real, Abe. Do you want some shit faced Senator to come in and shoot you for collaborating with the Nephilim?"
Zinda: "Do we want to backpedal on the social progress we've made for augmented people? Do we want Mahavier to become a science project again?"
Zinda: "Do you want another war in Oldziey?"
[OOC] Abraham: "Why no, Zinda. When senators shoot me for collaboration, I expect them to be sober."
Spyboy: "There are, however, a lot of other factors to consider. The reaction of the general population of the cluster to our decision, for instance…"
Spyboy: "The Lagos would probably back us…probably. The Oldzieyans would probably back us, unless someone successfully dethroned Zinda, and then only if they were working for the Confederation when they did so."
Spyboy: "Armstrong, on the other hand?"
Zinda: "Nobody in that system can dethrone me, and after I turn Asago into a garden world they won't want to."
Spyboy: "And Armstrong is the key. We can't keep the cluster if we don't keep Armstrong."
Metis: "Are the people in this room authorized to make the decision?"
Zinda looks at Metis.
Abraham nods thoughtfully. "Valid. And for the moment academic. We do have some time before we work out a process to reconnect Chandley. And we will need it to set up a new government, because I have little interest in being a military dictator."
Zinda: "Oh, hun, nobody's authorized to make a decision like this."
[OOC] Metis: And thus was the stage set for the military coup. Tune in next week!"
Spyboy: "Agreed."
Zinda: "…Armstrong's full of ConFed loyalists. They'll hate us."
[OOC] Spyboy: Nah, next week you and Ren and I are all out of town.
[OOC] WC GM: Next session, then.
[OOC] Abraham: So it will be a one Zinda coup then.
Zinda: "Still, if they continue to believe that the homeworlds are inaccessible, they may be…tolerant towards a new government that touts the same principles."
Spyboy: "….And they may continue to believe that for at least another…how long would you say, Admiral? My guess is two weeks before someone spills the beans. Possibly three."
Zinda: "We can use the old constitution, slightly modified if need be, also."
[OOC] Abraham: Is the ConFed constitution the old US one?
Zinda: "Cut any research funding on the jump points until we can get a new government. Might buy us a bit of time."
[OOC] Metis: Probably not identical, if nothing else we'd hope there were a few more amendments.
[OOC] Zinda: Yeah.
[OOC] WC GM: Similar, based upon, but not the exact same.
Abraham: "The bill of rights certainly. But has anyone else actually read the actual constitution? It really is an economic document that's largely about the government will not interfere with business."
Zinda: "Yeah, I know."
Zinda: "And we may need to interfere with one system's business."
Zinda casts her eyes down at Aldrin.
Zinda: "How will we govern their network?"
Metis: "System admins?"
[OOC] WC GM: The US in practice long since ceased to exist as anything more than an administrative subdivision. The cities are still there - where they weren't bombarded from orbit - and Washington DC now hosts the capital of the entire Confederation.
[OOC] Metis: You know, basically, we bring them the Abrahim.
[OOC] WC GM: Though there's mention of the "United States" existing as of the formation of the Confederation.
Zinda frowns.
Zinda: "If we're going to include Mahavier and the Kilrah…"
Zinda: "We may need a less humanocentric document."
Metis: "I expect there are enough nonhumans in this conversation that any species-centrism is unacceptable."
Zinda: "…Yeah. So we'll get Wayne, uh, whoever's running the show down on Mahavier, that asshole who drugged me from Armstrong…"
Abraham: "Oh yes. We'll most likely be using Draal's principles of sentient life as a basis."
Spyboy: "And we'll probably need at least one Dakka."
Zinda: "…Kali's with me, I guess, though we'll need to get her a new body. Dakka, yeah, Abraham…wasn't there a fourth?"
Spyboy: "Wenser."
Spyboy: "We…may need him, too."
Zinda: "…Yeah."
[OOC] Abraham: No. There has always only been one. We are all Wenser.
Zinda: "…Fuck Wenser. He's Neph anyways."
[OOC] Spyboy: Hence 'may.'
Spyboy: "….We may need Neph."
Zinda: "The Neph have no systems in the proposed state. They have no business at the table."
Spyboy: "…But Wenser does."
Zinda: "I'll allow Wenser as an observer, but his vote won't be counted."
Spyboy: "What about Kali?"
Zinda: "Kali, we get her a new body, she can show up."
Spyboy: "But she doesn't represent anybody, either. Dakka…maybe. But mostly himself, and then we're talking letting the mad scientists run the show, anyway…."
Zinda: "The new Lago government will probably want participation, too."
Zinda: "…Yeah."
Zinda: "So, Abraham doesn't get a vote, then?"
Spyboy: "Along with at last one speaker…"
Zinda: "The military will act as non-voting facilitators."
Spyboy: "I'd say Abraham would get the deciding vote. The tiebreaker. And he'd be the Chairman."
[OOC] WC GM: What, not the Secretary General?
Zinda: "On what principle? Why Abraham? Why not Kali, or Dakka, or god-forbid, Wenser?"
Spyboy: "Because he's the one who's ship hasn't been shot out from under him."
[OOC] Spyboy: Aside from that one time, in Mahavier.
[OOC] Abraham: I was sick that day.
Zinda: "Seriously? On those grounds I should just be dictator, since I've at least got a fleet."
Spyboy: "Not a carrier."
Spyboy: "Besides."
Spyboy: "You already are."
Zinda snorts with laughter.
Spyboy: "Just not of any system but Oldziey, since if you tried, we'd fight you."
Zinda: "Hah. You might."
Spyboy sighs
Zinda: "I prefer the term Monarch, thank you very much."
Spyboy: "But you take my point."
[OOC] Abraham: The queen of leaves.
Zinda: "…So, it'll be me, A Speaker, a Lago, head of the Armstrong shipyard, Sommers I guess…"
Zinda: "…And that jackass from Collins."
Zinda: "Abraham will serve as chair, with Kali, Dakka, and…Wenser serving as support."
[OOC] Abraham: I think we're winding down.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah. Log end here, next session is that council?
Zinda: "Alright then. Let's do it."
Zinda: "Hehe, man…there's gonna be a lot of news at that council meeting."

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