OOC. We had a vote and discussion and decided that the grind was no fun and that The Code was losing it's ability to make news (Flipping Leesti, Chasing Away a Capital Ship from Earth, being the official opposition to some Community Goals, Kidnapping people, etc) and so we are no longer aligned en mass to Archon. Individual members are free to go with whatever power they wish (including Archon) as long as they drop the grind for group manoevers and crew assistance.
IC.
So.. This Archon guy comes to me in person and says 'Ano, you're my kind of guy. Your crew has been making waves. Come over and make an alliance. I have my tech guys making some sweeeeeee et tech and I'm running my own space. You can be one of my trusted lieutenants if you bring your guys over."
So that sounded good. So over we went. We were a little disheartened to learn running a couple of systems was less about scantily clad slave girls serving you rum and more about being a postal worker. Ok, I can live with this for I while. I imagine the slave girls are worth waiting for and I guess some bureaucracy is expected.
I tap my fingers on my ornate desk as my guys are delivering chits and occassionally shooting guys but doing little actual piracy when one of my boys breathlessly runs into my office and exclaims that the new weapon is ready. I go out to watch the demonstration.
I push my way to the front of my crew and watch. First we are amazed, then we are angry and then we laugh. The Cytoscrambler, the glorious shield stripper of our dreams is like the child of a laser pointer and a discoball.
I meet up with Archon and we have a frank and lively debate. He promises it will improve. I don't think so. Out of courtesy, I give him two weeks to improve it. He doesn't. We leave.
The Code are going back to basics. Please drop cargo when we ask and get to see your children again.
IC.
So.. This Archon guy comes to me in person and says 'Ano, you're my kind of guy. Your crew has been making waves. Come over and make an alliance. I have my tech guys making some sweeeeeee et tech and I'm running my own space. You can be one of my trusted lieutenants if you bring your guys over."
So that sounded good. So over we went. We were a little disheartened to learn running a couple of systems was less about scantily clad slave girls serving you rum and more about being a postal worker. Ok, I can live with this for I while. I imagine the slave girls are worth waiting for and I guess some bureaucracy is expected.
I tap my fingers on my ornate desk as my guys are delivering chits and occassionally shooting guys but doing little actual piracy when one of my boys breathlessly runs into my office and exclaims that the new weapon is ready. I go out to watch the demonstration.
I push my way to the front of my crew and watch. First we are amazed, then we are angry and then we laugh. The Cytoscrambler, the glorious shield stripper of our dreams is like the child of a laser pointer and a discoball.
I meet up with Archon and we have a frank and lively debate. He promises it will improve. I don't think so. Out of courtesy, I give him two weeks to improve it. He doesn't. We leave.
The Code are going back to basics. Please drop cargo when we ask and get to see your children again.