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5/29/2025, 6:29:10 AM
Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Solarpunk%20Cleanup%20Agent%20Quest
Google doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jhZljN9y7A8w6qFcD8wX_xYaKZP65ZH8EGrmgKQ-nIU/edit?usp=sharing
Come join Fiona Jarnafeldt into the world of an ecofascist dictatorship, where the irradiated world blurs the lines between fantastical fancy and horrific reality, where she serves as an agent of that grim latter half, but not without regret.
>>6249825
L5 Jousten isn't in her office, so you have an Undercroft clerk direct you and Fahy to where she is. She leads you to an infirmary, and as the door opens you hear the fast discussion between the multitude of doctors in the room immediately drop dead as you step in.
The woman you're looking for in a chair beside a man wrapped in bandages and rigged with tubes and machines. Simo took the brunt of the beating, and it's no surprise that he is in absolutely critical condition.
Having only noticed you from the shadow cast over her face, Katriina looks at you, crutch in hand and dressings of her own visible underneath her coat, with a dead-inside look of heavy eye bags and drooping lids. The eyes and mouth rest in a depressed frown, but the brows have doubled down on enduring. Struggling to her feet with a crutch, Katriina plainly addresses the two of you before sauntering slowly back to her office with you behind her.
"I apologize for the short-notice of this mission, but it is of importance. To me, at least."
You rub a shoulder that you hurt during a hard landing from being sent flying into a concrete pillar and crashing into foliage. Katriina ignores that gesture.
"It's nothing severe, or intensive," she assured as she limped over to her desk and opened a folder. "Not tonight. Tonight, I simply need your observations."
The director flips through pages, dozens of pages, all of which contain information that is almost certainly highly classified. You don't try making heads or tails of any of the lines, but you see schematics of a machine by happenstance.
"I believe I previously told you there were no humans stored for cryogenic slumber in this facility as it was reclaimed?" Katriina noted. "And it was true. No humans were stored, nor organs or any part of the physical being you'd call a human. Which makes what we found more odd. And, I believe now, worthy of study."
Google doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jhZljN9y7A8w6qFcD8wX_xYaKZP65ZH8EGrmgKQ-nIU/edit?usp=sharing
Come join Fiona Jarnafeldt into the world of an ecofascist dictatorship, where the irradiated world blurs the lines between fantastical fancy and horrific reality, where she serves as an agent of that grim latter half, but not without regret.
>>6249825
L5 Jousten isn't in her office, so you have an Undercroft clerk direct you and Fahy to where she is. She leads you to an infirmary, and as the door opens you hear the fast discussion between the multitude of doctors in the room immediately drop dead as you step in.
The woman you're looking for in a chair beside a man wrapped in bandages and rigged with tubes and machines. Simo took the brunt of the beating, and it's no surprise that he is in absolutely critical condition.
Having only noticed you from the shadow cast over her face, Katriina looks at you, crutch in hand and dressings of her own visible underneath her coat, with a dead-inside look of heavy eye bags and drooping lids. The eyes and mouth rest in a depressed frown, but the brows have doubled down on enduring. Struggling to her feet with a crutch, Katriina plainly addresses the two of you before sauntering slowly back to her office with you behind her.
"I apologize for the short-notice of this mission, but it is of importance. To me, at least."
You rub a shoulder that you hurt during a hard landing from being sent flying into a concrete pillar and crashing into foliage. Katriina ignores that gesture.
"It's nothing severe, or intensive," she assured as she limped over to her desk and opened a folder. "Not tonight. Tonight, I simply need your observations."
The director flips through pages, dozens of pages, all of which contain information that is almost certainly highly classified. You don't try making heads or tails of any of the lines, but you see schematics of a machine by happenstance.
"I believe I previously told you there were no humans stored for cryogenic slumber in this facility as it was reclaimed?" Katriina noted. "And it was true. No humans were stored, nor organs or any part of the physical being you'd call a human. Which makes what we found more odd. And, I believe now, worthy of study."
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