#saintworkslore

[saintworks]

((Hermes fights with a bident when you really piss her off, or in her bodyguard's case, when she's already pissed off and about to vent it on you in the ring.

[mercswercs]

Did you know there are entire trash planets? Barren planets with orbital work stations who send crews down to burn off entire planets' worth of garbage? That a different company gets paid to dump there? This practice has left over 600 toxic wastelands all over the galaxy.

[mercswercs]

@geminidoomed Okay so!

Saintworks offers a sorta complex pricing plan with our vending machines. There's a communal kitty, where the users of the paid services can cough up some extra cash into a big fund (that Saintworks will match at double), and I use that to keep the prices equitable.

Basically, if I have to charge for it, like guns and certain pieces of gear, the fund helps make it so people aren't being gouged by the markets. Because the free market is a fringe market made up of secondhand goods like that.

Except, right, I've been doing a separate nation-building thing where UBI has been a big smash-hit, also.

At the intersection of these accessible vending machines, their pay-what-you-can models, and Bandame's Universal Basic Income, there's a sort of... advanced 3D printer I could be offering the people of the planet. Something that would -if we could work out the logistics, which are daunting- turn my extremely hostile, anarchic hellworld into a post-scarcity, extremely hostile, anarchic hellworld.

Some of the other Hermes I've talked to have experimented with the kind of tech we'd need before, even.

[mercswercs]

If there's one thing i'm good at, it's what my buddy Simon calls, "Chronal Investments."

Which is to say, given my limited Time-Tunnel technology, and the functionality of my power, "Partition," I can roll really longshot dice and attempt to set up huge power boosts for myself, eons ahead of pickup.

Not enough to get one over on Vespucci, YET, but enough to, say, juice the Crystal into, say...

Powering the restored Olympus Station, now parked as a half-dome in the deep wastes of Wayouddy, the capitol city of our new nation.

The station-fortress just needs a new name to go with its UNSEXY AMOUNT OF REFURBISHMENT.

[saintworks]

The Beast, Chaos-Eater, usher of True Emptiness.

Berri's exact parallel alternate, if the Hag is from, say, universe 121 (it's not), then the Beast hails from 212. I know things Berri would prefer I didn't know, like how the two of them essentially tore the multiversal cluster they were from in two. How that's what caused the Long Deep Dark.

The void of universes, of clusters of them that make up multiverses, is like a recently sterile lake. The catastrophe is so (on a cosmic scale) recent and widespread that Elder Voidlings and other assorted Old Gods and Un-Gods have barely stretched their presence into the Dark.

This alien fellow is one extremely-dubiously lucky survivor of the Long Deep Dark.

[saintworks]

((elaborating on last night's post a bit: The "Sunpost Arch" is an acient piece of Vosistone with holes carved through it. Depending on which hole the sun shines through at noon, one can determine which fifth of the long Wayouddan summer theyre in. It's like, a week's journey from the port, a famous landmark from long, LONG before off-worlders began showing up. And it's the gateway to The Workshop of The Artificer. Hermes' pocket dimension, where the final touches of Wayouddy were sabotaged in a raid that left her trapped in a brooch for thousands of years.

((When Hermes (or anyone with Vosian sight) looks at the arch now, the part of the entrance that exists within the Noosphere (an energy field around the planet made of thoughts and data and memories, that Vosi use to bridge physical places INTO sim-space) is shattered and destroyed, the ethereal structure looking more like a splash of light, frozen in the air the way dye is suspended in water.

[saintworks]

All my best doctors are both A.) not medical doctors mostly and B.) planet-side. Our most fortified position on the planet, even more than Quicksilver or the Consortium Campus, is a lone mountain just on the desert line, west of the Salt Coast. A medical and biological research facility, and also the planet's biggest underground grow-op.

[saintworks]

One of my favorite things to do in a Space Station is an open-air enclosure. Big ones, too!

Basically the way it works, right, is that the station is built like every individual panel is its own station; they all got life support, they're enclosed inside of themselves, and only then do I slap em into a dodecahedron together. Each panel's got a big atrium, too, in their center, where social life can be normal. Those things got shops and buildings and nature, but they're all domed-over, basically.

HOWEVER! If you stand at my tower, you can look out from the railing and see for a couple of miles all the way around the station, and look down on the atriums from the other side of the glass, sorta! The airspace inside the station even makes its own rain clouds sometime.