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//Forum: Neo-Idoru Interests, Sub-Forum: FW-48

Topic: Sightings and Location (Pinned)

Ratboy_AF: Can confirm at least two on Locus. Flash concert near the Amoeba, spinward from the body bank. Check my feed for XP, just remember to toss me some rep. <link>
Genzo: No way… who?
Ratboy_AF: Etoile from Guerre Rogue and Aurora Gorealis. AG’s got some weird morph…
Illaria.Bee: What are those two doing? My muse tells me they haven’t performed together before. New crossover stuff?
Genzo: I hope not. I hate it when singers get all political. I hear enough of that crap from my terraform-wallah dad.
Ratboy_AF: After the show, they hung around for a bit and then went to Xu’s greenhouse. AG posted something about a Swedish onion or something? Not really sure, but you know how she is.
Illaria.Bee: Oh, for the love of…
Ratboy_AF: But that’s where I lost track. I heard they were going to Casa Arturo, but no luck there when I pinged a friend. Said they took their ship and burned out Beltward

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Kanawa: They calling it FW-48? FW?
j0benz: I mean, strictly speaking, there are an almost limitless combination of things that acronym could mean. Even if you restrict yourself to those languages that use the Greek alphabet, ignoring other languages’ uses of the “fuh” and “wuh” phonemes- 
Kanawa: I get it, but don’t you think that’s cutting it a little close? Especially since they’re all field operatives? Percussive: It’s worked out so far. Fame covers a multitude of sins.
Deep_Moss_Green: Someone’s eventually going to cotton to the fact that these folks tend to show up in just the right places at just the right times. Especially if we have any “repeat customers” with any sort of opposition research.
Percussive: That’s a fair consideration, I’ll allow.
MMing: I have a meeting with two of them in an hour – re: Operation PANTHEON RAINFOREST. Just some nosing around after a missing Crow, and they’re already in the theater. I’ll let you all know how it goes.

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Log of Captain Hepatia, Sword-Class Frigate Alexandria
125.817.M41 2032 Hours
Operational Theater: Rheelas

We have been engaged with Stigmartus ship elements for 4 hours, the majority of the time with only visual communication. Contact with the ground has been extremely limited, and battle order has been difficult to maintain. Despite numerical superiority, we have been unable to press our advantage, and while there is no apparent communication between enemy ships, they are operating according to a seeming existing plan. This should be considered a priority one development, as it is extremely atypical for Stigmartus forces. Contact has finally been reestablished with Astartes fleet elements via direct light (I will be submitting a commendation recommendation for this development). If the emperor wills it, we will be able to force the fleet back within 6 standard hours. I am troubled, however, as I’m receiving report of changing star maps consistent with a Type 4 Chaos anomaly…

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There comes a time in one’s life where you need to look at the decisions that you’ve made, and decide that enough is enough. That just because you’ve spent a great deal of time and effort pursuing something, that alone does not mean that you should continue without purpose, or with misguided purpose. There is a great bravery, I believe, to certain forms of failure, to certain forms of concession, those that cause you to grow in the process, and lead to further success. If one spends their entire life, shortens it even, in the name of a single, unenviable and wrong-headed ethic, then they have written their own epitaph long before their time has come. The drive to persist, to continue, is written deep into the fabric of the human ethos, but doomed is the starving man that walks unstoppably and inexorably toward the center of the desert. That is why, Dear Diary, I believe our time is at an end. You have chronicled my failings dutifully, and it is time for me to find the truth in them, rather than persist foolishly. May that gun one day melt in the fires of Hell.

-Recovered from a dust-stained page in the diary of an unnamed debt collector, written late August, 1877

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As the cruel winter subsides, one last cold front moves in to rock Upper Minnesota.  Will our intrepid entrepreneurs be able to cross the perilous roads and find their target, or will the cruel wheels of fate smash them into the pavement?

This is part of an ongoing interpodcast series.  This episode can be consumed on its own but the greater archives of RM10k Lakes as well as the setting summary can be found here.  Apologies also for the audio quality this episode.

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