do not address me

delia, nunya, she/they. info broker and remote ops specialist. (lancer rp blog)

[storymonger]

names delia or sm, im an info broker and remote ops specialist, no obvi im not giving u more info on me

currently employed but for hire for small work. ask ig but i only take work from ppl who can pay manna off official record. no other currencies, no platforms that id check.

next dumbass that asks for credentials is getting their shit cleaned out

ooc: Another blog from Pen (any/all), I follow from @neramontagueofficial. Delia here is a former sandman, deeply scummy information broker, and actively on the run from both her former family and the sandmen. Her former identity is extremely wanted by Union, the FKM, and the House of Sand, but she keeps it under extreme wraps- please consult me before acting on any of this information.

No specific cws I expect to come up (her backstory has some problems but I'm unlikely to explore that right now) but this is subject to change. Please DM if you have any questions or concerns, I'm open. Delia works best as a peripheral heel and vehicle for gaining information and less as a perspective character, and I'm happy to make her do this for you.

No organizational tags or arcs for now.

[apiary-initiative]

Some of you may be seeing malicious rumors being spread about our Initiative on smaller omninet channels, and we would like to ensure you all that those are simply attempts at "trolling" by reactionary anthrochauvanist elements which are best left ignored.

Even before the founding of The Apiary Initiative, our predecessors have been seeking to emulate Union's utopian ideals since 4437u and now we seek to continue that mission.

[firing-with-portals]

We do a little trolling, and by we, I do not mean myself or anyone I am affiliated with, but instead chronically online freaks.

[storymonger]

my "dont believe the malicious rumors" shirt raising questions answered by the shirt ig

[racing-heart-open-wings]

Omninet search what to do when a human is good and fast and cool

Omninet search centrifuge print codes

Omninet search relationship advice

[storymonger]

they gave u print access but not centrifuge access

fucked up

[luna-wing-cns274]

Sanctuary.cmf6

[SOMSIM AUDIOVISUAL STREAM INITIATED]

[PUBLIC | GARMR]

Onscreen: the ground floor of an open five-story atrium, carpeted with a plush, black material.

Bookshelves cut from solid blocks of basalt stand in rows on the levels above, lining high corridors which lead away out of sight. Wrought-iron spiral stairwells ascend toward vaulted stone ceilings, with landings at each level. Ornate reliefs inlaid with gold, bronze, and scarlet coral decorate the iron banisters and railings, depicting processions of snarling hellhounds, wreathed in flames as they march forever upward.

Warm yellow light spills from brass gutters flowing with molten metal, all zigzagging overhead throughout the library to illuminate every corner. The gutters lead back to a chandelier-like crucible suspended over the atrium by bronze chains; spouts on its underside feed the gutter network with continual streams of liquid metal, heated until it runs like water.

All around are stacks of historical media in a staggering variety of forms, scattered across bookshelves or heaped in apparent disarray. Books, magnetic tape cassettes, audiovisual discs, vinyl record cases, cardboard tubes labeled with artwork titles, comics, magazines, maps tacked to enormous corkboards, scrapbooks, game cartridges, film reels, tangible representations of electronic files in archaic formats, microfilms, manuscripts, 3-dimensional scans of sculptures and pottery and tablets and mosaics, right alongside plastic figurines, cheap toys, and recreations of media playback devices.

If one looks closely, nothing can be identified which isn’t sourced from pre-Fall Cradle.

In the center of the atrium, reclining on a black beanbag chair, is Garmr. His horns rest against a cardboard box labeled “recent pulls” with black felt-tip pen, and he cradles something white in his arms.

< …hey, y’all. We’re alive. >

He turns, looks at the camera, exhales, and looks away.

< I don’t like to show this place so much, but it’s mine. From when I was younger. Handlers wanted us doin’ hobbies. >

The white thing in his arms shifts; a set of triangular ears flick up. An Arctic fox, its head swiveling to address the viewer.

< …broadcasting? >

< Yeah, buddy. I’ll handle it. You just rest unless there’s anything you want to say. Ok? >

< Understood. >

The fox rests its chin on Garmr’s shoulder and closes its eyes, but begins to tremble uncontrollably as it moves. Garmr sets his arm on its flank and holds its hindpaws in one hand, working to keep it steady. He sets his other hand between its shoulders and uses one thumb to slowly, methodically stroke its ears.

Gradually, the fox relaxes, and so does Garmr.

< Ok. S’alright. First thing, I guess.

This is Fox_3, Hachi’s comp/con. It’s—Fox is—shit, I don’t really understand what’s going on with it. It’s our packmate, that’s the big thing. Always was. It’s my sibling, and we’re just now getting to know each other. >

Without turning, Fox begins to speak. Its voice is slow and faltering, but clear.

< L5FX: Hello. Guest user. My name is Fox Three, and my updated personal callsign is Luna 5. How…are you—today?

I am a milspec electronic-substrate artificial intelligence, optimized for missile targeting and pilot support in combat drone management. My licensed…sister. is the FENRISÚLFR-class NHP, aerospace pilot CNS274-L3HK. Hachiko. I love her.

This is my registered…brother. Garmr. I love him. I love my pack. >

Garmr waits for it to finish speaking, then nods slowly and lowers his head to lick Fox’s cheek.

< Hell yeah. You too, buddy. Rest up.

…it’s got this—trouble with words. Has to either talk off a script or really, really think through everything it says. Has to. No choice. Been through the fuckin’ wringer, too; everything is that much harder right now. I think it had to work its ass off to say all that. >

Garmr gives a fangy, lopsided grin.

< It really wants to get in touch.

And Hachi, she’s—well, she made a broadcast, and y’all probably saw it. Fox is…gonna be chilling with me for a while. She needs time.

Next thing. Grey. >

The camera pans to track Garmr’s gesture as he points across the atrium. Coming into view, Grey lies on its side on the carpet, eyes open, not breathing. Perfectly still.

The material of its body has been replaced with an equivalent volume of dark metal. Its fur coat sags under its own weight, a field of metallic filaments bent close to its skin.

< It’s alive, but—solidified. I guess that’s the metaphor. Depleted uranium. We’ve got instructions on how to reverse whatever was done to it, so it should bounce back.

Still. Gonna be a process. >

Garmr exhales, starts to speak, then halts. He tries again.

< Ma’ii’s gone. >

The words make it out, and his teeth lock together behind them. He closes his eyes.

[AUDIOVISUAL STREAM SUSPENDED]

[AUDIOVISUAL STREAM RESUMED. DOWNTIME: 42m37s]

The camera feed clicks back on.

Clearly, Garmr has been crying. He’s alone somewhere in the library, leaning against a stone bookshelf, hands laced behind his head.

It takes him a few moments to wrench his eyes to the camera. When he does, his lips pull back into a twitching approximation of a grin.

< We—yeah, not gonna lie. We got smacked around pretty good— >

As he speaks, his voice abruptly goes thin. Throat closing off, he sucks in a breath. He stomps and rakes his paw back, grinding his claws against the tiled floor.

< Yep. Yeah. We’re all fucked up. >

He bares his teeth for a moment. Snarls.

Under his breath, he counts to sixty. All around him, undulating light. Metal flowing through gutters.

< Okay. Being cool.

We all took damage. I’m working on basic repairs, keeping us flying. On our way to a blink station, but it’s gonna be harder to get clear-for-jump without Ma’ii forging our papers. We’re gonna need help, and we got manna.

Other thing. >

He glances down between rows of shelves, back to the atrium, where Fox lies still on the beanbag chair. Back to the camera. He speaks quietly.

< There was a ship, went after Coelacanth. Minimum Error Tolerance. Some kind of next-gen stealth subline, real skunkworks shit. Four-sided pyramid. Think it was NHP controlled, like us. Scary motherfucker. Ma’ii—knows it, I guess? Contact of theirs, or something like. >

Garmr exhales, forces himself to stay calm.

< Ma’ii told us a lot about the things they did, but nothing about that. Anybody knows anything about this ship, I need to know what we’re dealing with. I can pay.

…also. To everyone who pulled up to help us in legionspace: we owe you. You ever need anything, we’re here. Sunny—especially you. Thanks. Wouldn’t be here without y’all.

Alright. Fox and I, we’ll be in touch. Take care. >

[storymonger]

[DIRECT | SM → L2 GARMR]

ill drop the shit

u need info n papers, i always need manna + i got a task i need help w tht can get me to cut u a discount

lets cut a deal

[average-horus-chat-user]

Working at a Space McDonalds now.

fuck this franchise for existing this long.

the ice cream compiler is broken and it's my job to fix it.

[hot-claws-420]

Ah! Hambuh! Buh!

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

wait how has mcharrisons not sued for this

[average-horus-chat-user]

idk. maybe the just haven't noticed

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

. Well is it any good

[storymonger]

u wanna see the reviews ★☆☆☆☆ - Carlos A.

If I could go lower I would. First, I was fed a greasy burger that would hardly be called "meat" despite the menu calling it "grass fed Carina beef". Then, the cashier had the nerve to refuse my polite request to remake it. Didn't even offer a refund. Do not eat here. I expect gastric distress.

★★★★★ - Georgiy V.

Food was delicious

Hannah took me out back and shaved my head bald and slapped me with rubbing alcohol.

5 stars

★★☆☆☆ - Haoyi X.

Food's good. Manager's a bitch. Used to be you could vape in the dining area, but then that fascist gave me a ban for life. Boycott.

[average-horus-chat-user]

Working at a Space McDonalds now.

fuck this franchise for existing this long.

the ice cream compiler is broken and it's my job to fix it.

[storymonger]

haha get rekt

[racing-heart-open-wings]

Omninet search CORSAIR mech derby footage

Omninet search warm fuzzy feeling in casket

Omnient search am I dying

[storymonger]

yes

[storymonger]

ykw i may be locked in the cube eating nth but printloaf w mint chutney but at least im not a combat streamer

[racing-heart-open-wings]

My Commander has occasionally tuned in to such streamers in an effort to learn of any changes in the broader techniques used in mechanized violence as a theater of war and has typically dismissed these 'omninet funny men' as overly theatrical and lacking true insight or skill writing off the exercise as pointless

I personally do not understand the appeal at all and would much rather watch racing I watch stupid people stupidly kill each other for stupid reasons every day and have stupidly killed stupid people myself for stupid decades it is annoying and I would much rather watch people go fast or go fast myself even it is better and cooler

[storymonger]

👍

[storymonger]

ykw i may be locked in the cube eating nth but printloaf w mint chutney but at least im not a combat streamer

[fluffyfoxtails]

tech attack job from a girl with big sensors

[hot-claws-420]

oh golly wuts a girl with 8 E-Defense 2 do...

[storymonger]

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

CHRIST

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

A GREENIE JUST TRIED TO DETACH THE PLASMA CUTTER ON JUMP TRUCK

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

FOR THE RECORD

THERE IS NO PLASMA CUTTER ON JUMP TRUCK

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

Ok. OK. so the good news is that the tachyon guide housing failed to engage with the aperture, I guess someone actually follows safety cutoff procedure in this nightmare of a house. So there was a big noise, some 2nd degree burns, but the aperture being half-pried-off did NOT result in superluminal exposure. Thank god.

[storymonger]

wtf is goin on w ur squad mere

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

MILFly activities delia

[storymonger]

gl to ur MILF ig handin out shots from her lance to all ur ops

[hot-claws-420]

WHAT IF I MAKE A LANCASTER THAT BLOWS U UP!!?? WITH MISSILES?!?? WUT THEN????!!

LANCATSER!!!!!

[storymonger]

u taking notes from meres squad now?

[corsairmercenarycompanies]

Finalizing checks....

The 86 pilots are cleared. All the support staff. The S.O.G, Broadband. Everything. Deuces has checked my work three times over.... Just gotta...

It's time.

As the Director of this company I authorize this long-term contract and all it entails.

//Glacier\\

[callsign-sucker]

//Sucker\\

Pleasure doing business.

Hopefully this is over preparation.

I would rather not be right about this.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[hot-claws-420]

ok Sucker u *def* need to prep the heachache pills and the spray bottle

[callsign-sucker]

//Sucker\\

If it means fucking over HA, I can manage.

I'll just add it to the bill.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[storymonger]

just hope ha doesnt have tacos

[callsign-sucker]

//Sucker\\

Field kitchen ration 108, stored in parts A, B, and C, consisting of, ground beef or beef analog, slaw, and corn tortillas, meant to be prepped by the kitchen on site. Including instructions on how to make them hard-shell.

Often served on ships and major bases.

And, it's only a part.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[storymonger]

haha ur fucked

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

CHRIST

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

A GREENIE JUST TRIED TO DETACH THE PLASMA CUTTER ON JUMP TRUCK

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

FOR THE RECORD

THERE IS NO PLASMA CUTTER ON JUMP TRUCK

[monkeyspawtriggerfinger]

Ok. OK. so the good news is that the tachyon guide housing failed to engage with the aperture, I guess someone actually follows safety cutoff procedure in this nightmare of a house. So there was a big noise, some 2nd degree burns, but the aperture being half-pried-off did NOT result in superluminal exposure. Thank god.

[storymonger]

wtf is goin on w ur squad mere

[hot-claws-420]

im literaly kitty and im flexing on u bigstyle

[corsairmercenarycompanies]

PAIN MEDS AND A SPRAY BOTTLE YOU LITTLE SHIT? I'LL FUCKING SPRAY BOTTLE YOU! HOPE YOUR SQUAD DIED SLOWER THAN MY UNBLOODS

B TO THE R TO THE O TO THE A TO THE D TO THE B TO THE A TO THE N TO THE D

//WARNING THIS POST IS NOT APPROVED BY CMC P.R\\

[storymonger]

gl on starting interest war 1.5 lmfaoooooooooooooooooo

[hot-claws-420]

[WITH {PRIDE MONTH} AT AN END, I MUST MAKE ONE FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT TO SEND IT OFF.]

[I AM {GAY} AS {FUCK} AND I ADORE {SHORT WOMEN}. LOOK AT YOU {DOWN THERE}. ALL {CUTE} AND {SHORT}. FUCKING {SHORTY}. I AM GOING TO {CASCADE}. GUH. <3]

[storymonger]

is this ur girl

[corsairmercenarycompanies]

Finalizing checks....

The 86 pilots are cleared. All the support staff. The S.O.G, Broadband. Everything. Deuces has checked my work three times over.... Just gotta...

It's time.

As the Director of this company I authorize this long-term contract and all it entails.

//Glacier\\

[callsign-sucker]

//Sucker\\

Pleasure doing business.

Hopefully this is over preparation.

I would rather not be right about this.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[hot-claws-420]

ok Sucker u *def* need to prep the heachache pills and the spray bottle

[callsign-sucker]

//Sucker\\

If it means fucking over HA, I can manage.

I'll just add it to the bill.

//For Cogito Ergo Sum\\

[storymonger]

just hope ha doesnt have tacos