RP The End of Exile (Open)

Nil-Kemorya

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Twenty years. It's been twenty years since a Feisar Arms agent went rogue and detonated a nuclear device that turned the eastern district of Ayenee Capital City into so much vapor. Twenty years since the arms manufacturer had upped stakes and fled to one of their colony worlds in another corner of the galaxy. These days Robert DeFeisar's old company languishes as little more than a shadow of its former self, having been thoroughly sidelined by his ex-wife and the Federated Technologies group — a ghost that refuses to quietly sleep, much like its CEO had been.

Relics of the Old World are still floating around, even now. Reliable and easily-customized, weapons and armor produced under the Feisar banner still turn up. Of course, that's not even considering the number of knock-offs gleefully churned out once the threat of a squadron of power armored Feisarites kicking in your door had passed. And so even as the company changed its name and shed its role as a defense contractor Camaryn ensured that there would be company personnel on Ayenee to keep track of these relics and ensure that they weren't used to commit atrocities that would further blacken the company's name.

For twenty years, the Legacy Support Division had been all that remained of Feisar Arms on Ayenee.

Today, however, it seems as if the exile is coming to an end. A small detachment of soldiers wearing sleek, otherworldly power armor and carrying energy weapons are moving through a dilapidated industrial park in the city's southeastern quadrant. They wear cloth mantles over their left shoulders that announce their affiliation to any who cared to look: these are soldiers from the Federated military, the modern-day successor to the old FEISARCORPS.

"The utility services in this area are severely out of date by galactic standards, so we'll need to allot compound space for food synthesis, water treatment, and power generation. We will likewise need on-site medical facilities if we're to provide our employees with anything more advanced than leeches and herbal remedies," says the leader of these soldiers, a small woman with a British accent. Presumably she is addressing the anti-gravity camera drone floating next to her. "But the first order of business will be knocking the dilapidated industry on site down and replacing it with modern engineering. Of course, I think everyone on the board knows that we're going to need to spare no expense in securing the compound..."
 
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Being part of the expeditionary group traveling with Camaryn White had been both a difficult journey to make and an easy decision for Thyra. The Nekovalkyrja had been a part of Federated for her whole life, clustered in a different part of the galaxy than Ayenee altogether. Given her innate desire to follow her pack and fight alongside them as such, it had been something she wanted as much as needed. Camaryn's new leadership was nothing short of inspiring and the NH-7 pledged herself to her as intrinsically as priests would to their Gods.

Along the way from her home to this place, though, her foundation had been shaken. The daughter she had raised and solely made had left as easily as she had come. The song of their shared homeland had called to Thyra's offspring after Ketsurui Yui had met with Camaryn. Without more than a night to say goodbye, she had left Thyra. Thyra had already lost her mother, but it had felt like a warrior's release rather than a loss. Losing her daughter felt like losing more. Like losing her motivation.

But Thyra relegated those thoughts to her primary mind, cordoned off from her work. Her secondary kept a lookout for instigators from the outside on top of parts of the building that could do with controlled demolition at her own hands. With a keen pair of amethyst-colored eyes, the woman picked her way through the battered building's ruins.

"Let's keep this area clear," Thyra said with an authoritative tone and an accent not unlike Cammy's. She was looking at a pillar, probably once part of the building's infrastructure, that wouldn't be able to be removed without the use of machinery- or her. First order of business was knocking down what was there, after all. Her holographic visual display over her mind's eye had extrapolated where segments of the pillar would fall once downed and she made sure nobody was milling about in those sections of the industrial ruins before she began shimmying her body as she gripped the still-standing building segment, ready to take it down.

Though her comrades wore top-of-the-line power armors, shewas unarmored. But she had kept to their standard with her cloth mantel over her left shoulder. From the crown of her head was a metal cylinder that held her minty hair in a thick straight ponytail that ended below her waist. From looks alone, someone familiar with NH-7 would know she was a ground-based purchased weapon. But then, only few in Ayenee would be familiar. The hair and eye designations were as good as a forgotten language both where she came from and here.
 
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"Be careful in there, Thyra," the CEO cautions, considering these living weapons to be her people even if their creators certainly hadn't. She can already see a few metacognitive flashes of the structure collapsing entirely — glimpses of what could be, but not necessarily what will be. And while she could probably lift the entire structure off of Thyra with her telekinesis, that would be pushing her degraded body a little harder than she'd consider safe. "These structures were built by the bottom bidder, so don't be surprised if they come down in unpredictable ways."

Turning her attention back to the camera drone, Camaryn continues speaking to the members of her advisory board. "I've given the matter some thought, and given the demands of the war effort I believe that we're going to also want to acquire land for a spaceport and additional production sites for war materiel," she explains to them. "Securing the land rights for that shouldn't be too difficult, given that we'd be taking on the cost of construction and providing excellent jobs to the locals. We should be able to secure favorable tax status as long as nobody on the City Council had friends or family in Merqury City."

Just mentioning the name of that place makes her uncomfortable. From the looks of things, it made some of the other soldiers uncomfortable too. Unfortunately, it's not a part of the company's history that they can run away from anymore.
 
"Careful as ever," Thyra replied in a cheery and confident tone. Part of her was confident because of what she was and what she was capable of, but the other part was confident for another reason. Having someone like Cammy having her back made the job easier. It was like the CEO was looking out for the unfortunate possibilities so that those under her, like Thyra, could focus on seeing the best results come to be. It wasn't just easier, it felt safer too.

Her body began exhausting extraneous heat she was creating during the heavy lifting of the enormous load. Vents in her arms and legs let out the hot vapors as her core temperature remained stable. Before taking down the next pillar she had to take the flooring that it held above it. Her carry weight while airborne was significantly lessened, so she spent a careful amount of time making trips from the second story to the ground before she set to work on taking out the next part of the structure.
 
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