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Fallout Sector, London
Deep under the surface of a frozen Britain, now known by it's current superstitious residents as the isle of Albion, sits one of the last bastions of civilization in the former United Kingdom. After decades of building, rehabilitation, and building again, Albion's majority of survivors live in vast underground settlements. The fortified network of old subway lines and excavated cave systems have created a home for the hardened English folk. Such living is easy to take lightly compared to the permanent ice and storms of the world above, a perpetual winter kept alive long past its expiration date through unknown means. At this point the winter has become a god in the eyes of many, a harsh and judging force who feels no pity for the sinners who helped destroy the world. For some, however, the biting cold that plagues the bastions is a challenge to be faced head on. Some do so by braving the deadly cold as scouts and explorers, but others that spend their lives in these underground cities see it as a chance to prove man's power over nature. Mankind once established dominance over heat and cold, establishing research bases in the most desolate of regions and deep under the ocean's deep. Man has even stepped foot on the moon and mastered the atom. Who could say that they cannot do it again?
Nuclear power was heavily used in the UK before the bombs fell, and nuclear material was widely available for a time. But even though said fuel can last decades in certain applications, those who cared realized that the chances of them being able to reach the point of recreating a regulated supply of nuclear fuel before their nuclear generators and heaters failed was very unlikely. However, a unique resurgence of an ancient technology found itself making a comeback in a ice-filled world. Wind turbines spin under the effect of biting gales on the surface which feed electricity to a massive boiler system that keeps the entire city alive and warm. Any water lost in the system is easily resupplied by ice and snowmelt from the waterworks, which is in turn kept from freezing by the "Fireworks", the local name for the London boiler system. Filled with redundancies and backup systems in case of system failures, broken piping and electrical components are far easier to make and replace than the more sophisticated machinery inside a nuclear heater or generator. Maintaining a steady source of power to the Fireworks is one of the most important missions of London's civil servants, the constant maintaining of the wind turbines on the surface. And their protection from hostile intentions.
Over the last week, posters seeking mercenaries and hired guns to brave the wastes have begun appearing in the taverns and pubs of London. The small military of London proper is already hard pressed in protecting the tunnels that connect the Bastion elsewhere underground, some of them from before the war, and others from less human sources. Extended raids by subterranean raiders have especially forced the Knights to devote their attention to beating back this organized threat to the city. With London surrounded underground, who knows what awaits any hired gun on the frozen surface?
ZOCOM and Aeritai
Hope you don't mind me adding some to London John, with the work I've done in boilers I thought this could be a good bit of worldbuilding.
That and it's about time I built up a London instead of tearing it apart. XD
Fallout Sector, London
Unknown Underground Settlement
It was another quiet night at the Pub as Aria Cooke sat at a table by herself as she waited for a potential customer to come to her to hire her and her brother, Lester Cooke who was going around the Pub flirting with all the women. Aria sighed as she watched her brother try to impress all the ladies in the Pub without success, but for some reason her brother never stops despite being denied over and over again. Aria wonders why she even brings her brother to these Pubs all he does is bring unwanted attention to them which is bad for business as guns for hire. Especially when it comes to Bounty Hunters who might be hunting them down due to old contracts her and her brother did in the past possibly angering a few raiders and other unsavory people in the cold wasteland of Albion. After finally taking some hints, Lester walked back to the table in defeat and taking a seat as he sighed in annoyance.
"Wow they all turned you down huh? I would say I'm surprised, but I'm not considering you been doing this for a while now with no success." Aria said with a smug look on her face.
"Whatever... The women in this Pub weren't beautiful anyway." Lester said as he crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair a bit.
"Anyway did we get any customers yet or what? I'm starting to get tired of this Pub."
"Not yet sadly, but don't worry I'm sure someone will hire us soon and if not we can relocate to another settlement and try to find work there." Aria said.
Fate seems to answer kindly as the pub's doors swing open. The figure that passes through the doorway looms over the pub's patrons, so tall that it must bend forward just to enter. The giant thick green coat it wears matches the thick winter pants of an Overworlder. Everyone in the bar can't help but look at it, from the space it takes up, its height of what must be over two meters (metric for brit rp hohoho), the boots and mittens it is wearing that appear far too small for its body, and the happy face it is generating on the tv screen it calls a head.
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"The Soul King sends his regards!" The robot says before it activates its self destruct, killing everyone and collapsing the London Bastion under thousands of tons of stone and ice. "Greetings, denizens of the London Bastion," The robot cheerfully announces to the now silent bar, not reacting to the growing disgust and annoyance at its presence. Ki-0-trons were present all over England before the war, named so for their primary function as fully autonomous kiosk attendants. Britain's AI program had grown further past America's and China's thanks to less money being funneled into military projects and constant warfare. Its movements are more humanlike than the comparable mass-produced Protectrons, and is purposely designed to look simple and appealing to a wide demographic. As a non-citizen by design, the model's intelligence is heavily limited by its programming, and they likely have no free will even to this day. In the post apocalypse however, Ki-0-trons are more commonly found dismembered and scattered about back tunnels than functioning due to understandable anger at their permanent positive demeanor. The reason this one could walk into this bar without being filled with bullets is the official patch of London's Public Servants, the people that are keeping London inhabitable. Attacking a government worker so openly was asking for serious trouble. But why is this thing even here? "I am pleased to announce that the Department of Power Generation is offering 400 caps per mercenary willing to join a long-term expedition and search-and-destroy mission on the surface!"
"What the hell do you think you are tinhead!" "No one's that suicidal!" "The government wants us to die for them so their soldiers get to sleep pretty in their beds, huh. Typical."
The robot's face does not change as it attempts to continue its pitch, unaware that the entire bar has already turned against it. Most patrons return to their drinks or food, ignoring the foolishly optimistic Ki-0-tron as it attempts to talk to tables. "After the first week the Department will pay each mercenary who joins 400 additional caps per week until the mission is completed. Upon comple-" A slopping handful of food splats against its coat and the bottom left quarter of its screen face. A table roars in laughter as the robot stands silent, its smile unmoving as its tall and lank frame. While the table full of jeering wastelands laughs at the robots back, the Ki-0-tron turns and walks away from them, approaching the two lone mercs at the bar. "Greetings, denizens of the London Bastion!" It renews its pitch, like it forgot about the food sliding slowly down its screen and staining its coat. "The Department of Power Generation is looking for mercenaries seeking exciting new opportunities!"
I'll have a picture once I get internet strong enough to upload and edit it apparently.
Edit: The dirty deed was done dirt cheap. As in free.
"No, we didn't. And as far as I'm aware there's no way to figure out who has it unless their power awakens like mine did." Sam reaches back for his sandwich and holds up, ready to take a new bite, but adds on to his statement first. "Naturally I tried asking who the others carrying this power were but she wouldn't tell me. She just kept saying that when the time of prophecy comes, all those who hold the legendary power will awaken. Knowing who they are ahead of time is, according to her, unnecessary." Sam takes a bite and quickly chews, swallowing his bite as he reaches for his glass of water. "The way she spoke and her choice of words almost made it sound like I already knew the other people carrying this power though, but I can't say for sure. I dunno...just a gut feeling I had while she talked about it. Didn't feel like she was referring to them as total strangers to me. But it's also the crazy lady who lives in a forest of death that prefers to answer questions in riddles so who knows, I could be totally misinterpreting her and way off base with that. Never was good with riddles." Sam takes a quick drink of his water and sets it back down, ready to take another bite of his food. "If I was, I wouldn't be having problems even remembering what she said in the first place." Sam takes another, larger bite and silently chews as he listens to Wuddy's response.
I see the reference, and i wont let it....
*In my mind*
dirty deeds and their done dirt cheap,dirty deeds and their done dirt cheap, dirty deeds and their done dirt cheap,dirty deeds and their done dirt cheap...
AAAAAAHHHHHHH
When the Ki-0-tron entered the Pub, Aria looked at the robot with curious eyes as the people in the Pub along with her brother looked at the robot with annoyance and disgust. However, unlike the others Aria was interested in what the Ki-0-tron had to say. When it mentioned that the Department of Power Generations was offering 400 caps per merc her interest was now peaked at this job. After getting food thrown at it Aria noticed that the Ki-0-tron began to walk over to their table as it offered the job to them.
"Get out of here tin can we don't want your-"
"Sure we'll accept the job offer." Aria said as she cut off her brother mid-sentence.
"What?!" Lester asked.
Oh not at all, it's a nice addition. I was alternatively going to go with an alternative of a massive coal and charcoal effort, bring back a sort of victorian aesthetic right down to the unfortunate child labour. But the boiler works still works fine with me.
Edit: I just saw your line about using the metric system in my RP you ungrateful colonist
Edit 2: I like Ki-0-tron. You understand I will want to deepen the lore on these lanky optimist bots simply because I want one to be able to suppress a room of thugs later on
The problem with coal is the difficulty in finding the resource in the vast quantities necessary to keep the bastions alive over 200 years. Charcoal is real difficult at this point due to most of the trees dying out and the time necessary to make charcoal, not to mention the vast quantities an entire (post-apoc) city needs to stay warm every day. Water however is exceedingly plentiful, even at the quantities needed to fill water lines throughout the bastion, and at this point the winter storms are the best source of consistent power in the form of wind. Both systems are of great importance to the city, which is why the department that oversees the wind turbines is looking for mercs.
My family immigrated here after this country beat yours up, so ha. XD
Regarding the Ki-0-trons, they're really tall, but that was moreso those in positions of guides or people looking for help stationed can see them over crowds. They are lightweight and not made for fighting. A bit stronger than a human in specific ways like grip strength or raw lifting power, but far easier to knock down and more fragile than most other robots seen around Albion. That doesn't help them when they're jumped by groups of men with bats or pipes. They also can't handle most larger firearms, mainly anything that is a semiautomatic rifle or full automatic, the recoil effects them far more than a human due to their longer and somewhat more delicate limbs. A Ki-0-tron with a pistol or a single shot weapon is pretty dangerous though, since their motor controls are more fine tuned than a human. This is all skirting the main problem of course, getting one to want to hurt someone. Most die staying true to their programming or being helpful and seeing the best in the situation. Those at this point who have survived to this point either have been deactivated this whole time, or were corrupted/convinced into thinking killing people is a good act in the right situation. This particular Ki-0-Tron that the Cookes will later find out is named Kelly is one of the latter, and has a large kill total of its own of 34. All of them with one or two shots from its Walther P99, its prized possession. Not that it goes on kill streaks or anything, if a band of 20 raiders attacks the turbines or something it only shoots one or two of them. It's still a mostly passive robot.
An interesting choice in pistol but all in all this is satisfying to hear. I also like how the Ki-0-tron is basically a polar opposite to the chunky, stocky and slow moving Protectrons in the US.
Also no ha, they didn't beat us. They got help from frenchmen who don't know how to leave pond spawn alone
In the fact that they aren't meant to attack people yes.
The Treaty of Paris tells me England very much so lost the war. XD
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Got you twice this year. A two for one special.
Just curious how does sector travel work in Immensus? I have something planned, but I just need to know how traveling to other sectors work.
Depends on the Sector and who you are. Assuming you are a relatively normal person you have to either travel by water or air with some sort of transport. Or, if you're lucky, there's the chance of technological devices that would allow you to teleport. Perhaps a stationary set up from point a to point b, if corresponding stations were made as such, though that would require either two Sectors working together to make them or one person making them in secret for their own use. Alternatively someone could make a device that just lets them teleport to coordinates that they input into it or something to that effect.
There's certainly options, but if you don't have technology or special powers of your own then you are limited to mundane air and sea travel. Granted it will be far more advanced than anything we have in real life, almost certainly, BUT mundane nonetheless. Air would be preferable as open Immensus waters can have very scary stuff in it.
The mundane means of travel is seldom seen, comparatively, but most certainly happens. TGC and Blue Seas, for example, perform such means of travel regularly between each other due to their treaty, even though the Blue Seas Sector travels by exclusively via ships. Predominantly sailing ships. Granted they are anime ones though so they still ain't normal XD
Travelling the mundane way also has to factor in travel time. The gaps between some sectors are larger than the sectors themselves. And sometimes they are not. It really does depend on where you are and where you are going.
A regular cruise ship traveling across our oceans can take days or weeks. And thats just betweens continents. Much less gaps up to planet sizes. Air travel is much more viable.
Thank you two for the explanation!
"Stu-pendous!" The robot exclaims, not registering Lester's reservations. It also does not react to the rest of the pub turning on the Cookes, looking at them with angered faces. Luckily, the robot isn't looking for more hires. "If you will allow me, I will take you to the initial job location, where you will be properly contracted for the job."
The Ki-0-tron about faces and makes its exit with the same smooth movements that it did coming in. "You two, working with that cursed machine," One of the pub patrons growls at them as he shakes a pint of beer at them, the drink sloshing over and splattering across the table. "You best be careful where you're walking in this city. Tron-lovers disappear real easy around here."
"Having to worry about this as well is going to grey my hair in ten years," Wuddy huffs. "But if she says they'll all be awake when we need them, then I suppose I will have to put a little faith in that. I've never met her after all."
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