[Manitou, Rok'Veru / Civ & Mil ] A Planet on the Brink

[Tom]

The capital of Manitou on Rok'Veru was a population center and a burgeoning center of industry for the southern half of the DIoN. The flat and somewhat arid enviornment of the planet, just dry enough to sustain low precipitation throughout the year but not parched and prone to sandstorms as her sister planet, Delsauria, was an ideal location for logistics and ship construction serving the southern expanse.

With the southern expanse collapsing, however, Manitou's economy fell into disarray, making both city and planet victims of the war before even a shot was fired in her systems.

So, when the general order for evacuation was issued by the central government, many citizens of the DIoN leapt at the opportunity to take the government's free ticket to a new life.

They had heard of an impending attack on the planet; after all, the presence of so many military units made that information public knowledge despite government orders to not talk to anyone.

But there was an odd sensation in the air, a mixed pot of emotions whose bubbling contents were on the verge of overflowing.

Every citizen had their reasons for how they felt, but did they really understand what was about to fall upon them?

POINTS OF INTEREST:

Manitou Spaceport - The normally empty spaceport is now a bustling area as citizens queue up to evacuate and opportunistic individuals seek to get every last credit of DA they can by any means necessary. Ragtag shops, bars, etc, have sprung up everywhere, making the spaceport its own veritable bazaar.

Rok'Veru Government Center - Within Manitou lies the heart of the government operations, where matter of public interest are debated, voted on and settled. Also houses the high courts of the planet. Home of the mayor of the city, the senate, etc.

IPG Headquarters - Although in the process of relocation to the Northern Expanse, the former headquarters of the IPG is still very active and engaged in the shadow war to keep all signs of the NMX invasion away from the citizens. It all started when a single parasite made it through the 'failsafe' checkpoints...

OOC: Anything you can think of - A park? A bar? A cool shopping center? A gang area? If you can think it up, go for it.

 

[TeslaTornado]

The private sector had paid off well for ex-Initiate Mikhael Chandler.

Granted, he'd had to pay off numerous people for forging the necessary documents and ID cards that would keep him off the records as a "rogue" IPG agent. Technically he wasn't rogue, he wasn't even a full-fledged IPG agent when he'd left the Agency's operation in the wake of a near-disastrous head injury. But the IPG really liked to keep what it considered "their" property on a tight leash, and they weren't afraid to resort to... Agressive measures to get rogues back on the harness.

So he had skulked away, seeking refuge in anonymous grunt work. His limited IPG training had paid off multiple times, actually, combined with his natural aptitude for bloody results. Clients learned quickly not to hire Chandler when they wanted a clean job.

But one thing challenged the sociopath's mind- if he had been so careful covering his paper trail, why had he come back to the source of his troubles, back to the wasps' nest that was the IPG headquarters' home planet?

Pity, he guessed. That shrivelled up little heart he had in his chest had told him Rok'Veru could really use a helping hand (knife) in the upcoming battle, and although Chandler obviously wasn't the first choice for an urban op where he was supposed to be minimizing collateral, the agent still thought he should do the right thing and help the grunts in defending the city.

So here he was, crouched in a hovel of a bar, dressed in his civilian clothes (not the suit- that would be too obvious in the spaceport), carrying his duffel full of guns, clothing and essentials and his weapons case full of guns, ammo and melee weapons, sipping on a longneck of mezcal, waiting for word to come about a bad guy to shoot, a gun to run or a hostage to rescue.

Preferably the first two.