Those Without Banners (PMT/Signups Required/IC)
Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2021 9:19 am
It is the 25th century, and most of Earth is contested by warlords, and none live peaceably. After the collapse of the United States of America back in 2390, and the Euro Wars in 2400, there are few major superpowers left. Africa and the Middle East are the most unchanged, with Africa still embroiled in civil conflict, and the Middle East only having a few warlords. However, though the Great Wars have wound down, there are still countless regional conflicts, and the market for mercenaries and assassins is booming. Though the United Nations still exists, it no longer has the members or the resources to combat mercenaries, and so they have come out of hiding to promote their bloody business in the light. You are one of these dealers of death, either a lone wolf or a member of a team or company. There is no shortage of people with too much money and too many enemies, and they will most certainly want someone to do the work for them. That duty falls to you, one of those without banners.
Old London, the Big Ben Pub
What used to be the pride and joy of London was now filled to the brim with thugs, gangsters, mercenaries, and cutthroats. The noise was almost deafening, the overlapping voices drowning out Billy Joel's "Piano Man," covered by a hologram of Billy Joel himself. Then the door swung open, and you could suddenly hear a pin drop. The cause was a well dressed man, flanked by two incredibly augmented guards, who had pulled out a gold-plated, jewel encrusted IHolo. As he activated it, he spoke to the crowd.
"I am Ellis Shaw, Lord Chamberlain of His Royal Majesty, King Edward XIV, long may he reign."
As he finished his introduction, the hologram activated, showing London and the nearby fortress-city of St. Albans. There were a few murmurs amongst the crowd, but this quickly ended once Ellis spoke once more. "As you can probably garner, the purpose of my visit to this pit of depravity is to hire mercenaries for His Royal Majesty's campaign against the vile Northumbrians. In one week's time, we will make a push for St. Albans, a.k.a. the Gate to the North. His Royal Majesty is offering £2,000 to any who join him in his righteous war, and an additional £10,000 to the company that takes St. Albans itself. All you have to do to take this gracious offer is sign your name and company right here," he pointed at a pad in his hand, "and show up to the battle. If you don't show, you don't get paid, and His Royal Majesty will be very disappointed."
Already most of the pub was lining up to sign the pad, with only a few staying behind to either finish drinks or discuss with their companies.