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MISSION #01: SAND AND IRON PREPARATION LOG

MISSION #01: SAND AND IRON

With the operation fast approaching, the Crimson Corsairs mobilize to prepare. As is often the case, the Supplier and Infiltration teams take the lead, deploying within Elysium and on the continent of Hesaeth. These preparations will be vital for the success of the operation team, and the Corsairs have devoted significant resources into seeing it through.

The Corsairs have delivered their verdict, and the mining site will be Captured for the benefit of the Crimson Corsairs. We expect this will invite swift reprisal from the Empire, and the Corsairs are expected to prepare assiduously to ensure unnecessary loss of life can be avoided.

The following missions have been registered for completion. For a character to count as having participated, they must have a minimum of 3 comments in the mission thread. Characters may only participate in missions in one of the available regions, but may participate in up to two threads if desired. If more than the minimum number of log participants is available for a given log, it will impact the efficacy of the preparation. As this is the first mission, the numbers have been kept intentionally low, we will assess requirements based on how we see player participation from this event and adjust as necessary.

SUPPLIERS

Gathering Supplies: This will mostly consist of gathering ingredients to make the food and drink to be distributed among the celebrants. It might involve hunting, foraging, farming, or other methods of production or gathering depending on your character’s preference. Failure to properly stock Elysium for the party will make the visiting officers angry and alert, ensuring they can mount a more effective defense of Hesaeth.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read GATHERING SUPPLIES. At least 4 characters will need to participate in this mission among all mission threads to make this a success.
Region: Elysium
Participants: Link, Snufkin, Maomao, Kaine (4/4)

Venue Preparation: This will consist of preparing the venue for the performance and banquet. It involves setting up the area, as well as constructing areas for seating and staging for the performances which will be held in the banquet hall. Failure to properly prepare will make visiting officers bored and restless, ensuring they can mount a more effective defense of Hesaeth.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read VENUE PREPARATION. At least 4 characters will need to participate in this mission among all mission threads to make this a success.
Region: Elysium
Participants: Momo, Musse, Eva, Link (4)

Munitions Development: The assault on Hesaeth will be a sneak attack, but extra firepower is always appreciated. Based on the recent salvage we’ve recovered, we believe we can make either a lethal poison or a sleep gas to be fired at the labor camp barracks. There is considerable argument among the Corsairs over which should be used, the sleeping concoction will potentially allow for the taking of captives. The poison gas will be potentially safer in neutralizing major threats, but there are many among the Corsairs and Imperial citizenry who will find the use of such a weapon abhorrent and this may lower our standing among our allies.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read either MUNITIONS DEVELOPMENT - SLEEPING GAS or MUNITIONS DEVELOPMENT - POISON GAS. At least 2 characters will need to participate in either of these missions to make this a success.
Region: Vault
Gambit: This will make up to two Gambits available - the Sleeping Gas Gambit and the Poison Gas Gambit. Either will be available for a one-time use in a mission log.
Participants (Sleeping Gas): Rezo (1/2)
Participants (Poison Gas): (0/2)

Illicit Substance Development: With the visiting officials, now is an excellent time for Elysium to put some of its finest hedonistic delights on display. To that end, they are developing more powerful alcohol and drugs to ensure the empire cannot mount an effective defense when the time comes. The enhanced alcohol should make the officers more likely to be asleep or impaired, whereas the drugs should ensure the officers are hallucinating and unable to give effective orders. Both should be able to completely incapacitate the officers and keep them from providing any aid to the labor camp.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read either DRUG DEVELOPMENT or ALCOHOL DEVELOPMENT. At least 2 characters will need to participate in either of these missions to make this a success.
Region: Vault or Elysium
Faction: Elysium only
Gambit: This will make up to two Gambits available - the Potent Drugs Gambit and the Potent Alcohol Gambit. Either will be available for a one-time use in a mission log.
Participants (Drug Development): Maomao, Musse (2/2)
Participants (Alcohol Development): (0/2)

INFILTRATORS

Observation and Mapping: Infiltrators will need to get a full layout of the labor camp, including troop movements, locations of armaments, and as many details as possible. This information will be critical in ensuring the team can quickly neutralize the threats on the ground. Failure to properly scout the area will lead to the team encountering unexpected and potentially dangerous threats on the ground.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read either OBSERVATION AND MAPPING. At least 4 characters will need to participate in either of these missions to make this a success.
Region: Hesaeth
Participants: T-800, Id, Itsuzumi, Aerich (4/4)

Prisoner Uprising: Infiltrators will need to steal into the labor camp and prepare the inhabitants for their impending rescue. This includes informing them and arming them so they can assist, if willing.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read OBSERVATION AND MAPPING. At least 4 characters will need to participate in either of these missions to make this a success.
Region: Hesaeth
Gambit: This will make the Prison Revolt Gambit available. It will be available for a one-time use in a mission log, but can only be used on this mission.
Participants: Madeline, Noctis, Harlock (3/4)

Steal Dispatches: Knowledge is power, and the Corsairs can make tremendous use of the maps, dispatches, and orders that flow through prison camps like this. Infiltrators will need to enter officer quarters and sift through refuse to find these missives and bring them back to the Vault for analysis.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read either STEAL DISPATCHES. At least 2 characters will need to participate in either of these missions to make this a success.
Region: Hesaeth
Faction: Vault only
Gambit: This will make the Hamper Reinforcements Gambit available. It will be available for a one-time use in a mission log.
Participants: Donatello, Angelika (2/2)

Players are generally free to play out the mission however they wish in terms of their log. A mission’s success will be judged across all participants in all logs. Players who want to make final group planning may use the top level in this post. Any Gambits will be made immediately available once the log participation requirement is met. The Execution phase will be posted on July 10th, but the cut-off to complete a mission log successfully for the planning phase will be July 15th.

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"You seem to be enjoying yourself."

The speaker was Maomao's master, as it were, who had offered to assist in the process. And assisting was all she intended to do, she had a healthy respect for Maomao's expertise and knew how dangerous the items they were working with could be.

"Do I?" Maomao at least had the decency to not look Musse in the eyes when she said that. "I'm merely doing the job required of me. Though the chance to work with outstanding ingredients like this is a rare opportunity, I admit." Which was a long mouthful to say that she wanted to experiment with things.

"Take this for example." She holds up.... some sort of offal. Which is pretty gross to handle for most people, but not Maomao! "This is the stomach lining from a type of monster bird whose diet consists of poisonous creatures. I'm hoping that we can find a way to use it to partially conceal the effects of a drug until it's partially digested. That may work to have them seem fine for a bit before succumbing to greater effects later." Maomao please stop holding raw stomach lining.

Also, she does look like she's having way too much fun.

Musse for her part doesn't seem especially offended or upset, she listens with interest.

"I would imagine you'd need do something to disguise the lining if you're hoping to make this an ingestible."

It's a good thing Donnie's well-acquainted with the finer points of lock picking, and this one gives him no trouble. He slips in and...

Well, this looks more promising than the other room but at the same time overwhelming for everything stored within. He grimaces as he knows it would take him forever just to try picking his way through a few written reports.

Maybe the more recent things haven't been filed yet. He's not sure how on top of things they are when it comes to archiving but it sounds like a better idea than poking through everything else. Donnie decides to try looking for loose sheets first, something that might've been pulled out and unfinished, or a stack waiting to be inserted into its proper place- did they even do that here or just move everything that was finished? His overthink's kicking in and he shoves it down as he tries to keep focused.

"We'd need to find a way to prepare it that disguises it and maintains the effect, yes. Does it maintain an effect if charred and ground? Can we find a way to get this into a different state?" She weighs the offal in one hand. "It would be most useful if we could render it into something like a gelatin, though. But I'm not quite sure how that works."

Musse ponders for a moment.

"I have some experience with cooking, I imagine making a gelatin wouldn't be out of the question. If the lining is needed to coat the more potent drug though, could we perhaps distill it into a candy of some sort? If so it could easily be inserted into a gelatin as a garnish."

"Sugar is often a poor man's pill coating as it is, so it would actually be quite simple to make into something like that." Sugar she has experience working with - after all, she was a poor man's apothecary in essence.

Recent work notwithstanding.

"We're somewhat pressed for time, are we not? If you believe it would be an acceptable delivery method, I can begin preparing gelatin."

Musse isn't particularly picky about how they do it, so long as they get it done in time.

Alas, no. No boxes of material to be filed, no loose sheets left unfinished. This is long-term storage, everything boxed up and put into its own place. So it's either go through things based on just their titles and descriptions or...well, what are the other options?

One is to get Angelika in here somehow, and let her do the sorting. Probably the worst-case option if everything else screws up. Maybe the loud guy will leave the room he's in and do something else so Donnie can go loot that office. Everything could be filed under D for dispatches, and all he has to do is check that drawer. Or there's the chance that there could be a secret wall-safe or something behind the filing cabinets that holds the really good stuff?

Maybe he can just pull a bunch of random files and hope that some of them are useful-how many boxes of paper could he get out of here anyways, back down the shaft and...well, how is he planning to get out, bury himself in an ore shipment? Back up over the wall? Sneak into the mine and dig a hole to freedom? Get caught and 'taken for questioning' by the 'inquisitor'?

It doesn't take much for his notorious overthink to go back into overdrive once it becomes clear that there isn't anything just conveniently lying around to inspect. Grabbing something at random is a thought immediately discarded, he needs to at least narrow it down somewhat.

What are the chances that anything he's even supposed to be looking for is actually here? He frowns and tries to get a sense of how things have been organized and stored. Records of...what? Maybe of people posted for duty? What sort of numbers did they have to worry about? Inspection records? He tries a few drawers that likely promise to be even more of a boring read than trying to get through complicated history texts.

The files at least are sorted by type. Production quotas in the first drawer, edited production figures passing off rock as 'low grade ore' in the next two drawers. Servitor intake, matched neatly by servitor death rates. Staff payroll. Guard payroll. Upkeep and maintenance on Armor. Timetables for guard patrols and...wait, this was probably it.

There was even at attached map with 'COPY THIS, DON'T REDO FROM SCRATCH' written on it. Flipping through the guard patrols, it was the same pattern, over and over again. The same patrols, and guard stations, because they didn't want to go to the trouble of making a new pattern or something. Instead they saved time by making a copy and filing it as the 'new patrol pattern.' It probably took ten minutes.

Something Angelika was also getting an eye on by asking how many guards were watching the prisoners at any given time-to make sure Konrad knew if any of them had been alone with wily prisoners of course. The poor souls would have to be interviewed in order to establish their guilt or innocence.

While he's no expert in such matters even he can tell that someone's definitely been slacking around here. Either that or they figure none of the higher-ups (who likely don't even set foot in the place) don't care. Of course that just suggests that nothing much is accurate when it comes to production. Donnie has to wonder how much of those employed here is actually what's recorded, his eyes skimming the numbers to see if there are any variations between the earliest and the latest that's been filed.

He takes the latest of the production reports, servitor records (concerning), payroll lists and the armor maintenance records, folding them up lengthwise before slipping them nto the shaft of his...well they're not really boots when they have an open toe and heel but anyway...

Ah, but this is more like it. He looks through the timetable, frowning as he turns pages. "Wow..." he says under his breath. Well, that's less trouble for them. Making sure things were indeed copied directly, Donnie slips one of them from the sheaf and prepares it to join the rest of the samples he'd gotten.

What else, what else, what else... Reports are all well and good but these are still a bit dated. Donnie looks around for anything that might be records of orders and shipments that have been made. Then he'll listen at the wall to see if the accounting room is still clear to duck back into, because it still feels like the next best place to check would be that noisy officer's room. If he ever leaves...

[Marcille resolved to take a bath later. For now, she dedicated herself to actually wiping the udders down, with a very intense and slightly queasy look on her face.]

...And farmers do this every day?

He makes a few idle mental notes as he approaches the cart, and takes position while giving everyone a nod of confirmation that he's ready to go - once they're within earshot of the camp, it's probably not a good idea to engage in idle chatter.

Harlock on the surface seemed collected, but there's a tightness in his jawline, and the way he curled his hand that betrayed a smothering anger.

See, this is why we have partners. Because Angelika, darling that she is, has demanded that the noisy officer bring her coffee like a good serving boy-and now there's apparently a fight going on where that guy insists he doesn't take orders from Inquisitors to serve as a coffee boy, the priest backs up 'Konrad' and the base commander backs up his man! the door to that meeting room is slightly more ajar, and all four voices spill out into the hall-so better be quick, before either the base commander decides to grab his assistant and steer him back to the office, or Angelika gets so irate about bad coffee she forgets to remain in character.

The base commander's office is the biggest room on that side of the hallway, for sure. Two desks, facing each other, each with it's own inbox and outbox, the smaller one stacked much higher with paperwork than the larger. A huge greatsword on the wall, and a painting of a man decapitating a dragon with it.

After hearing just a fragment of the yelling going on in that room, Donnie's all too happy to duck into somewhere comparatively quieter. "Hang in there, Angie...." he whispers, still hearing the shouting well enough from the office.

A quick study of the room has him solidify his negative opinion of its usual occupants, not that it's a difficult thing. He moves towards the nearest desk first, glancing at the boxes atop of it. In would be...incoming. Donnie carefully picks these up first to leaf through before he'll have a look at the outgoing. Maybe if one of those went missing it'd help slow things down, depending on how attentive anyone was once they were picked up.

At least once a day as long as she's lactating.

[Since Marcille doesn't appear to be about to get kicked by the cow, Laios goes ahead and brings two more buckets over: A big one with a strainer over the top to pour the milk into, and a smaller one they'll be squeezing the milk into.]

A cow can keep producing milk for a few years after she has a calf, as long as you keep milking her regularly. It's actually better to get as much milk as you can instead of leaving some, because it tells her body she needs to keep producing it.

[Cow Facts™]

She's hanging in there, but try to finish up quick, there's only so many shenanigans she can be responsible for! Though, 'Angie' is not on the approved list of nicknames, but you might get in on via appeal.

The documents in here were less well sorted-but also not all for internal consumption-and one document stood out just from the feel of the paper on the fingertips, the whiteness of it's color, and the quality of the printing on it. "Official Military Circular" it read. It seemed to be important, but finding out how important might mean stopping to actually read the thing.

Nicknames have always been a thing in his family and each of his brothers have at least several. Their father simply calls them by colors most of the time! Just think of all the ways one can get creative with 'Angelika!'

The paper quality is definitely what gets Donnie's attention first. He glosses over it but doesn't linger too long, folding it up to add to his horde of slips.

He sets the stack back into place as close as he remembers it to have looked before poking around the desk itself, glancing in the waste basket for any careless discards before he'll move to the other desk.

Well, that kind of tightness was a thing real inquisitors cultivated. That anger at the world, the smoldering rage-even Angelika's face went from wide open and happy to tight, frustrated and suspicious. It was partly being in character-and partly being dressed up as a boy again, even if for a good cause.

But ahead looms the gates of the facility and they are just going to walk through, with only their boldness and daring to safeguard them. That, and a set of fake identity documents for each of them.

Just don't call like 'Lika', or 'Marsony.' But 'Angel' is on the shortlist of approved nicknames, fyi.

The wastepaper basket is a loss, everything within is too wadded up to smooth out and read quickly, and the little that can be gleaned seems concerned more with beans and bacon than battles. The other desk though, is definitely the base commander's with it's larger size, finer construction, and comfortable armchair instead of the hard wooden thing his subordinate gets.

And here, there's something in the wastepaper basket that is useful. A letter from another commander, reminding this place's military forces need to be ready to move to any *other* base if there is a threat. And listhing, helpfully, several other bases and the response-times that are required to be hit in drills.

Ange? 'Jelika? Probably not Jeli...

Donnie smoothes out the letter he's picked out of the other receptacle with a thoughtful hum. This is promising. He folds it and stows it in his belt pouch.

Pausing briefly to listen, he quickly goes through any outgoing missives that might complicate things for their future plans... or rather work in their favor if they go missing. That's about all he pushes his luck for as he steps closer to the door again to listen for any problems.

"We aren't going to let some Junior Inquisitor do all these things. You can interview the workers, but only in their 'off' hours, so don't expect-"

"Then I will report this to my seniors and we will see where things go." Oh, that's icy cold. But it also sounds like Angelika is nearly out of time so Donnie had best move fast before Ange/Jelika/not Jeli under any circumstances comes out through the door. Or he can play it cool-after all, there's two people who need to escort the young Inquisitor away if 'he's leaving, and one who needs to clean up some bad coffee. They might all depart after all, and make it trivially easy to get back, or he might have only one person to dodge around...unless they come right back to the office he's in.

They don't have Inquisitors in Eos, the Cosmogony being the main detail on the Old Gods, so Noctis realizes he's out of his element here.

"Alright, alright. I'll take your word for it." He says at length, fixing his own outfit.

As for the fighting. The last thing he wants is someone to get hurt, so he'll also refrain. But if needed, Noctis will be ready to throw down.

Noctis is quiet as they approach the gate. At he's got the hardened expression down.

Weighing his options, Donnie decides he still doesn't want to be stuck in this office given the chances anyone might return there. As much as he hates the trophy room, it seems the least likely to have reason for anyone to go in right then- so he hopes.

He peeks outside, stealing an anxious look towards the office Angelika's in as he darts back towards the door he'd first come from. At least it sounds like she'll have a straight-forward way out?

As much as he doesn't look forward to it, maybe revisiting the vents is his best option.

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