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Priscilla     BACKGROUND: Tabor is, by most standards, a shitshow already. Though on the smaller end, it being an Imperium Hive World in the first place means that most of the planet's entire landmass is a rambling tapestry of brutalist industrial cityscape. Hundred year old buildings are built on on two hundred year old buildings as bases, on top of five hundred year old buildings, on top of thousand year old urban sprawl on top of ten thousand year old ruined foundations.

    Spires of condensed and compacted habitation reach literally scores of miles into the sky in many places, simply gunmetal grey and studded with balconies and landing pads at the upper stretches, and rapidly becoming beaten, rusty, brown, eroded, and filthy as they go down . . . and down . . . and down, until the bridges and pipes and cables running between vertical cities blocks out the sun completely. Shanty towns of sprawling size crop up on long abandoned conduits, pipelines, hangars, warehouses, and transit lanes, and communes and villages in the gutters and tunnels below even that.

    Even where metal monoliths don't crowd out the skyline --where the planet is relatively 'flat', it's still like New York as far as the eye can see, except 'historical construction' means hulking skyscrapers fit to weather a small atomic bomb, where the collection of lights makes night look like day, and the streets are hotter from human bodies than the nearby star, and more humid for the collective sweat of the masses than any rain.

    There have been earthquakes everywhere now for months. Predictably, tons of ancient crumbling architecture built to support thousand year old cities, and new, jerry rigged, infrastructure to pipe water and electricity to self-made communes of outsiders, has fallen to pieces. Plenty of places are without light, heat, safe water, or transport, and disease and famine is sure to escalate.

    PROJECT: Majima Construction Company has been contracted to fix this. Obviously, the company isn't large enough to service the entire planet, so the object is to restore the damage in a single ward of a major urban center (as opposed to the minor urban carpet that covers everything) and have it propagate from there. The projected time is TWO WEEKS before the rungs of planetary administration below Lezard Valeth start to catch on and begin forming opinions, inevitably resulting in any gradient of obstructive to helpful behaviour.

    The choice for a site is very important. A major SPIRE provides a very stable platform, many thousands of years old, to weave infrastructure into, and services a huge number of people all at once, as well as many important figures, but the scale is a lot to accomplish in a mere two weeks, it's difficult to navigate and chart, and plenty of communities live parasitically in the forgotten parts of these urban monoliths.

    A HABITATION WARD is a step lower, more like a familiar mega city of modernity, though older, more robust and brutalist. This presents a familiar environment, with easily identified and navigated arteries of transit and supply, and open spaces where large new things can be built wholesale, while still having lots of people, but the damage is greater, more piecemeal and scattered, the existing infrastructure standing is poorly planned and sprawling to work around, and they're full of criminal activity.

    A COMMUNE is a very small and easily managed task to complete in the allotted time, which would be markedly improved by basically any help at all, and have exceedingly few people who'd get in the way or take advantage of restoration work, but since few to no important people live in them, word of mouth travels very slowly, and they're quite tucked away from the main resources that'd be needed to transported, they have challenges as well.
Priscilla     PROVIDED: Anything YOU can bring to the table goes; Lezard is the boss of Tabor for the time being, and can easily slap down objections to any materiel or methods for two weeks without fail. Tabor is obviously full of gigantic amounts of raw SCRAP that nobody will miss, and busted but repairable parts nobody pays attention to, but which are hotly contested by scavengers. BLACK MARKETS abound for locally sourced material as well, which are cheap, but rife with danger. BASICS like stone and oils can be gathered, but right at the bowels of the planet, as there are no useful mines or wells on a Hive World. The nearby MOON is easily tapped for its rock, ice, hydrogen, and semi-metals, but transporting it back to Tabor is a huge challenge. NO organic materials, like lumber or free lakes, exist here --not anymore. The environment is incredibly polluted and toxic outside of cities that have plenty of ancient, hard-working scrubbers. The earthquakes have opened many faults up to previously untapped CAVERNS, some of which might have water, oil, or mineral reserves, or which might just be horrendously unstable and toxic.
Majima Goro DAY ONE
Majima Goro, President of Majima Construction, is not, by any means, practiced enough or qualified to perform this miracle of tasks.

That said, he wasn't practiced enough or qualified to even start Kamurocho Hills, and that hasn't stopped him before. The man's not wearing a shirt, pacing back and forth on his Tabor office. He's still wearing his hardhat, for some reason. Nishida sits at a computer desk, ready to type things in as Majima dictates.
"Alright, so how the fuck do giant city planets work, anyway? We didn't make that fuckin' trek to--what was it called?" He waves his hand.
"Ravnica!" Nishida helpfully replies. "But you said Ravnica was a dumb idea because they use magic everywhere, and we should use Coruscant instead."
"...Did we send anyone there?"
"No, Boss, we didn't have time."

There's a moment before Majima stalks over, slapping his faithful assistant upside the head. "Then the fuck does it *matter*, numbnuts, which fuckin' city we didn't go to, if the answer is both of them!? Fuck!"

Nishida immediately adopts the most ingratiating position of submission possible, staring directly back at his computer screen. "...Sorry, Boss. But I HAVE been working on some plans! Take a look!"

Majima takes out a cigarette, lighting the end of it as he looks through Nishida's helpfully designed list of proposals. "..Arright. Here's what I'm thinkin'. We got two weeks 'fore the bureaucrat assholes notice what we're doing. We need somethin' they can't argue with. Real, concrete results. Delete that shit 'bout the Spire. That's the big one once we've proven ourselves." He flicks his hand dismissively.
"Yeah. Habitation Ward sounds good. Medium project, proof of concept. Shit, can we get any of that...ah, fuck, what was Morty callin' it? Plasteel? That and that rockcrete's local shit, we can probably make somethin' good. We're gonna need to work out drainin' that toxic shit, too, but that's gotta be once we've got those fuckers on board."

He cracks his knuckles on one hand. "...shit, I'm finally gettin' to do some environmental shit, just like i always wanted. Alright."

He taps the screen. "Send it out to the databases. Majima Construction's specializing in fixing up a HABITATION WARD for our beginning project. We're gonna use BASICS for as much as we can, that's the rockcrete and plasteel shit, and some SCRAPS. I don't give a shit if we gotta knock heads for actual scraps, and it'll keep the budget fuckers down." He taps his head a few times. "You send that shit out. We can handle Mutoh, we can handle some chickenshit trash raiders."
Haguro Haguro is not a construction expert. She's not even a construction novice by any definition of either word, but what she does know is that massive undertakings like these need efficient supply lines to make sure everything goes where it needs to. For those supply lines to mean anything, though, there also has to be somewhere to store those supplies safely before they can be put to good use down the line.

That's why, when choosing a project comes around, Haguro's got her eyes set on securing territory and supply lines before she starts on anything else. Hearing the call for colleting stuff from Majima fires her up, and she's quick to relay her own plans.

"Understood. I'll start work on getting the infrastructure fixed up out in the HABITATION WARD so we can get things moving more efficiently. The materials... Well, there's bound to be lots of useful things among the SCRAPS, right? It'll just take some time to organize it all, but it should be easy once we get a proper storage area set up for those. but if there's raiders out there, then..."

But nothing. This is the route she's decided on, and damn the second thoughts! "If there are raiders, they'll be useful as extra workers if they want to live."
Raziel Raziel wasn't an expert in this sort of thing, but apparently, they needed all hands.  Looking at the plans, Raziel nodded.  The plan was sound, at least by his reckoning, but he tapped at the stuff below ground.  "I am not a burrower, but I can try phasing through sections of the rock base to try and find what is in the caverns if anything useful."

However, right now, they needed materials first, and the suggestion for scrap is made.  "I can't imagine the scrapers could form a good enough defense to keep us out if we go in overwhelming force...so that's a good idea," He speaks to Majima's offer if an idea.  

"We might also want to try and recruit the scrapers," looking towards Haguro and nodding at her suggestion.  "Useful either dead or alive, given who runs this place."
Lezard Valeth     Large scale construction for /other people/ isn't really Lezard's thing. Especially with Majima's self-professed goals of making the production accessible and easily replicable. That's the opposite of what Lezard usually constructs, mainly because he doesn't actually CARE about these or most other people.

    Still, what can you really do? He can't just ignore the rapidly disintegrating infrastructure. Not only is it inconvenient to work here but he is apparently expected to have some kind of positive impact on the place.

Also, he needs to prove he's better than the Imperium. And spite, like all things, is one of the greatest motivators in the Multiverse. "You have the plans for general construction projects. I will not interfere with the construction planning. I will focus on ensuring that you have the resources required."

    Thus it is that Lezard begins sending out demons and undead to secure materials, whether by scaring off or killing those who want to take them, dragging them along to collection points, or being sent to places Raziel is scouting out. Lezard, in the meantime, keeps tabs on progress using his scrying abilities to keep an eye on his undead. "Do as you will. I can make use of them or their corpses, as Raziel indicates."
Theurgus     DAY ONE
    Theurgus doesn't know much about construction, or logistics, or much outside of magic, but she has experience shaping manpower into action. She takes this to the COMMUNE, a small scale project for a small scale worker. Her first objective is to gather anyone with psionic abilities, and teach them some rudiments of control to help carry equipment and manipulate things from a distance to set up some of the foundation stuff for later on.

    Meanwhile, as she leaves Charta in command of her little contingent, Theurgus heads out to find some of these groups of scrappers, attempting to recruit them for her project since they know the area far better than she does.

    "Your talents are far better suited to the grand scale. I shall perform an experiment with the local magicks, an out of the way commune should suffice, and if it should prove fruitless or destructive, the damage should be limited and short reaching." she communicates to Lezard and the others, "The Organization shall lose their grasp on this world, along side their Imperium puppets."
Rean Schwarzer Day 1:
Rean's mostly here as manpower, seeing as he's got absolutely no training in architecture or business management. But he still wants to help the people of this world, even if he wasn't much help on the diplomacy side of things. And helping repair things and dig up materials was definitely within his pay grade so to speak. "I guess I'll tag along with Haguro and see what we can find."  
Priscilla     Nishida has little trouble locating a moderately sized HABITATION WARD ravaged by repeated earthquakes along its nearby set of fault lines between it and the ocean. Passing zoning laws is a joke. As soon as anyone flashes a Concord badge, municipal representatives step aside instantly. The bluster that comes from officials with brass buttons and legions of robed paper pushers melts immediately when the association with Lezard is made obvious. They have a population of ten million to satisfy, but seventy five percent of the original, mostly maintained infrastructure is still functional --the poorly kept parts were the first to fall to pieces.

    With near-unanimous agreement to seek out SCRAP, the gathering phase should acquiredeasily sufficient materials within THREE DAYS. The ruined portions of the ward itself yield little of anything useful --the reason they collapsed in the first place is that they're corroded through by generations of acid rain, acerbic smog, rust, nibbling vermin, and being stripped for their decent parts by vagrants, gangsters, and the homeless. Only the most basic components, such as CABLING from underground, large PUMP COMPONENTS, and CHANNEL SECTIONS are still intact, as well as small amounts of RAW METAL.

    Casting out a wide net into the surrounding areas, however, reaches into corners that nobody really lives in anymore except the dregs of society. This results in scoring huge amounts of spacefuture METAL, PLASTIC, and CONCRETE components simply by ripping them wholesale off of functional but derelict old buildings. Raziel's scouting through many layers of skyscrapers and hives by going through walls locates many places that are simply abandoned, rather than rotten through, and Majima's work team is able to dismantle multiple of these buildings for PREFABRICATED SLABS and basics like VALVES and TRANSFORMERS, where the more complex components are still in medium quality from lack of use. Many of these areas require breaching via force though, requiring explosives to create transport routes, and Haguro's level of firepower is adequate, but will entail a severe lack of DELICATE COMPONENTS or FRAGILE MATERIALS.

    You fail to secure any additional hands. The use of Lezard's zombies and demons means that rival scavengers steer far away from you. Organized criminals know when to quit, and generally the lower crust of society packs up their things and scrambles to flee when word of the walking dead and unholy reaches them. This results in easily being able to acquire a great number of DEDICATED TOOLS left behind, for working with the city's exact kinds complex mechanical items, but absolutely NO ADDITIONAL HANDS. All helpers stay far away from you.

    The only handful of squatters you encounter are hideously deformed MUTANTS and the desperate and PARTLY-INSANE independents who don't know when to quit. They have nowhere to go, and are territorial enough to FIGHT TO THE DEATH if encroached upon. If NEGLECTED completely, it'll diminishing the amount of useful stuff you can recover by a marginal amount, but firefights will result in wounding at least a few workers and destroying some zombie minions, due to their freak mutant and psyker strength, though they will all be decisively successful due to the firepower of five Elites. They could theoretically be CAPTURED, but if they could be made useful at all is a real gamble.

    A trip into a small COMMUNE looking to recruit psyker talent doesn't go very far. The ratio of people with psychic power seems to be still very small, despite Tabor's greater than usual Warp activity, and Theurgus isn't a heavily TRUSTED figure that psykers would be willing to come out to. Due to the use of zombies and demons by allies, most are somewhat nervous about her by proxy. Since she is in a different location altogether though, far away from the walking dead and demonic that'd scare them away, some SCAVENGERS are willing to work for the group in exchange for considerable HAZARD PAY.
Priscilla     DAY FOUR: You have a large amount of raw METAL, PLASTIC, CONCRETE, mostly in the form of PREFABRICATED SIMPLE SHAPES to work with. Most of the existing CHANNELS to lay electrical and water transport in are still intact, but would have to be CLEARED OUT. You have plenty of material to build SIMPLE aqueducts and power lines, and enough intact components to build some COMPLEX pumps, purifiers, and transformer stations, in LIMITED QUANTITY. You could PROCESS your simple materials for a larger number of COMPLEX items, but it'll add time. Taking on successful help could speed that up somewhat, but will deduct choice SALVAGE and TOOLS for later.

    Most of the stuff you've found is horrendously unhygienic and polluted, and will require at least MODERATE cleaning and sterilizing to be safe to transport WATER. Electrical components don't matter as much, but are HAZARDOUS to handle. THOROUGH cleaning will, of course, add time in the same way, but will allow you to use your PREFABRICATED materials as rock simple and sturdy PIPELINES, DUCTS, and POWER LINE SUPPORT, and you do have lots of it left over. You could build these directly over the original channel sites without clearing any wreckage, more or less equalizing the time investment, but rendering them UNSAFE for general workers to be around, and in the way of SCAVENGERS come to loot the wreckage.
Raziel With the dawn of day four, Raziel took stock of what they had, checking with others to make sure inventory was right.  Once secure in this method, it was time to figure out where to go from there.  Raziel also noted to aversion to the undead, and with a sigh decides to avoid recruitment himself.  It would probably be better for Haguro and company to do such on their own.  

Raziel touches base with Majima, and unless major changes to what they had on the table were brought forward, Raziel would attempt to poke his head into the underground caverns, aiming to discover if any of them were safe, useful and if any of them were a potential future hazard to building.  

Thankfully, INTANGIBILITY would be a great asset here, as well as mobility through the hard to reach sections should he need to climb his way back up.
Haguro DAYS ONE TO THREE
Haguro isn't the sort to shy away from excessive and unnecessary displays of force, but she's not exactly the crafting type. Although it'll probably take longer, she redirects her transport routes around the areas where they would need to gather DELICATE COMPONENTS and FRAGILE MATERIALS.

The time spent will (probably) be worth it.

The MUTANTS and PARTLY-INSANE, though... They're not quite as useful to her goals, and ensuring that the crew can collect what they need to ensure proper completion of this project is significantly more useful even if it's not a huge amount of said stuff. ENCROACH she does, and blast away she does. She'll lend her strength in close range combat to attempting capture if someone else directs her to, but only in that instance.

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DAY FOUR
"These things need cleaning badly." Haguro states simply. She's not one to skimp on proper hygiene and safety once it comes to actually putting things together, after all. "The better we take care of them now, the longer they'll last and the better it'll look later."

Granted, she doesn't know shit about actual maintenance of these things, but making sure they're not sliced open or covered in gunk should be straightforward enough. "And if we get them fixed up well, we can rely on them to make the more COMPLEX projects.. Er. Reliable. I think."

That, she doesn't sound too confident about, but it's a plan of sorts. She's a quick hand with the grunt work there, at least, and she's more than willing to throw herself in the way of SCAVENGERS and offer them the same thing she was going to offer the raiders:

Subservience (with pay) or death.
Majima Goro DAY FOUR
Nishida provides Majima with the report, in his Tabor office.
"Good news, boss!" The excited man drops a half-inch thick pile of papers on Majima's desk. He reaches, clumsily, for a paperweight, grabbing a weird glowing orb. "..wait. Boss, is this the Orb of--"

Majima takes his feet off his desk. Well, not his desk. It's a desk that used to belong to an Imperium Inquisitor who is now having some unspecified Probably Really Good Time in what he assumes is Slaanesh's personal harem. Fuck if he knows. Also, not his problem. "Eh? Shit, no, that'd be fuckin' stupid. I do gotta get that thing back to Gilgy-chan at some point, though. This is just a fake I had whipped up. Has a little thing on the bottom, look." He grabs the mysterious glowing orb.

"Are we going to complete this project on time?" He asks, turning it upside down.

A small porthole in the bottom of the orb reveals a dodecahedron, upon which is inscribed 'OUTCOME CLOUDY'. Majima does not look amused, slamming the paperweight back on the desk. "...Look, that ain't the fuckin' point here. Whaddaya got."

Several minutes of flipping through papers follows, as he taps his head a few times. "...Arright. That's...shit, that ain't as bad as I was expecting, but this clearly ain't gonna be some candyland shit. Arright." He taps his finger right between his eyes. He's silent for a moment.

"..Boss, is that..helping you, somehow? The head...tapping thing?"

Another moment of silence, before Majima's face contorts. "Fuck, quit interruptin' me! I'm tryin' ta THINK here, Nishida! ...Get on the computer. I'm givin' out more suggestions. First, here's the deal..."

"Alright. Good work so far. I wasn't expectin' perfect. We got the raw materials to make somethin' work here. You ain't directly on payroll, so what I'm givin' out are suggestions, based on the fact I know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout. Do what you will."

The video feed is helpfully uploaded to those who receive such missives from Majima on this project.
"Razzy, go play in the caverns if ya want, but I'm not holdin' out on that one. You're the safest one, on account of if ya die it's kinda just a pain in the ass. The rest of ya, Majima Construction's focusin on clearing out the electrical and water CHANNELS. Remember, we don't want to waste our time on complex shit. If it gets too complex, people'll think ya gotta call tech priests to fix it. That's not what we want. I want simple, and I want shit that works."

There's a picture of some of the stuff they've picked up. The, uh, horrifying stuff. "We'll deal with the channels. Lezard, your zombies ain't really winning anyone over. Can ya have, like, skeletons or some shit clean this crap up? Again, your planet, your choice, but I ain't up for havin' anyone catch space tetanus."

"Haggy-chan, I ain't sure how it works with ya, since you're..apparently a boat or some shit, and I still ain't entirely down on how that works, but I want good, quality shit in place. If Valeth can't make it work, it's on you."

"...And, eh, I got told Rean's here. Good, eh, good work Rean! Yeah! I dunno, you wanna help with the clearin? I don't want you dyin' of space tetanus, it'll probably piss off Makoto if ya do."
Theurgus     No go on the psykers huh... that's fine. She promises the Scrappers their pay, and a bonus if they help set up some infrastructure, since her original idea fell through. She does try to ingratiate herself with the locals, to coax out some of the psions, since that's her main focus for this. Theurgus uses her own magicks to lift and support heavier items for her helpers to rig up together... maybe that'll start forming some TRUST, but she's not counting on it.

    The SCAVENGERS are sent to gather materials, and she assigns some people to CLEAN the stuff and starts to jury rig new things over the old, broken infrastructure.
Lezard Valeth Lezard pops in on the conversational frame as his magic seamlessly joins the business call. "I would have expected most of the people to remain out of the way. The undead have proven to be a useful means of preventing interruptions for the most part, and no one will miss the mutants and insane. They do prove to slow down the work, however."

    There is a pause and a sigh. "But very well, I will reassign the undead to cleaning the materials. It would do no good for your plans if they simply got sick attempting to 'steal' the designs."

5tA short time later, the undead and demons are pulled off of material collection duties and are assigned to begin CLEANING UP THE MATERIALS. The problem with using undead and demons, however is they don't generally have the mental presence to use the SPECIALIST TOOLS, and also, well. Some CLEANSING METHODS and tools also actually are effective AGAINST UNDEAD. All they have is effectively unlimited endurance, which is a benefit of its own. Some of the work will probably need to be passed off in order to handle the stuff the undead can't.
Rean Schwarzer DAYS 1-3:

Rean attempts to see if he can get at the more DELICATE MATERIALS by using his sword to cut through what he can, though it's definitely not explosive grade and probably won't do much if he needs to cut through super reinforced steel or something.

DAY 4:
Rean gets the message from Majima about helping clear out some space to build things. Also a joke about Mikoto not wanting him to catch space tetanus. "Got it." Rean says, nodding. "Space tetanus sounds unpleasant, anyway."

Sometime later, he arrives at the site, helping people push rubble aside and using whatever he can as a tool, be it his own weapon or whatever TOOLS they found once he learns how to use them.
Priscilla     The scavengers Theurgus recruits arrive at the habitation ward by the end of day four. Paying them requires a decent chunk of the more expensive items you've accrued, but since the decision is to eschew COMPLEX infrastructure and knuckle down on the sturdiest basics, this turns out to not be a problem, as you have very little need of the RARE COMPONENTS and SPECIALIST TOOLS.

    The battles with the MUTANTS and CRAZIES do result in some injuries, but since the valuable items on their turf are being sold to SCAVENGERS anyways, it comes out roughly help neutral. The eradication of dangerous antisocial elements helps IMPROVE the attitude of city staff, making up for the distant mentions of DAEMONS and UNDEAD they'd heard before, and so they remain ABSENT during construction. Some Majima co. employees get a few days of medical leave.

    The undead and demons put to CLEANING instead keeps them out of the public eye, and more importantly, they are immune to the HAZARDOUS elements all over the material, result in a THOROUGH cleaning of both the WATER and ELECTRICAL components with the EXTRA HELP applied to the former, saving an entire DAY on the cleansing process, taking only TWO DAYS total to THOROUGHLY render all components usable.

    Digging up the CHANNELS is best suited to human help. It'll take THREE DAYS to excavate them with a combination of Majima's company, the local help, and Theurgus' magical powers. This can be reduced by ONE DAY by employing the unholy hordes, but the reaction to them being in the city will be EXTREMELY NEGATIVE. Either way, clearing the CHANNELS makes the job more attractive to other SCAVENGERS, who are willing to join from the nearby areas in order for ADDITIONAL PAY. Rean would have to forfeit all of his DELICATE COMPONENTS to pay for such a thing, but it would speed clearing by another ONE DAY.

    Exploratory trips into the CAVERNS yield limited results, as Raziel can only cover so much by himself. Most of them turn out to be either uninteresting, or full of RAW MINERALS which might be valuable, as well as two caverns with GROUNDWATER RESERVES which are deep and unpolluted, and one cavern filled with NATURAL PROMETHIUM as an energy source.

    DAY 6: Work on the channels is underway, and awaits the allocation of workforce to project a timetable from. The PUBLIC is NEUTRAL on your work so far. You have very large amounts of CLEAN BASIC MATERIALS suitable for SIMPLE construction.

    VALUABLE MINERALS are now available, but would require COMPLEX COMPONENTS and TOOLS to process in a timely fashion; with how many you've given away, getting things like sturdy and pristine titanium and steel and extremely clean and lightweight untarnishables would take SEVERAL DAYS, but result in high APPROVAL. They could also be excavated in less time for simple RAW STONE, though you have plenty of basic materials so far.

    GROUNDWATER RESERVES would require ADDITIONAL TIME and ADDITIONAL MATERIALS to tap into by extending the network, though it'd greatly improve the city's water situation from even before the earthquakes. NATURAL PROMETHIUM would also improve the city's energy situation, again, for MORE TIME and MORE MATERIALS. The latter would be extremely hazardous, while the former is relatively safe. Only three reserves isn't a huge deal, but it's likely that the locals would begin to use more of them in the future if you succeed. Public opinion overall will factor into whether Theurgus, or anyone, will ultimately be able to coax any PSYKER HELP into the light.
Theurgus     Theurgus nods a bit at her contributions. She then directs her attention to the reserves, esckewing the Prometheum in favour of water. People can exist without power, they cannot without water... at least, the squishy organics can't. If her Drive lost all power, it wouldn't matter how much other resources they had on hand... That causes a shiver to run up her back.

    "Focus... hmm, Majima, can you spare anyone to create some pumps to bring the water up to the levels we are working on? Power can wait until we have water stabilized, in my opinion."
Rean Schwarzer Day 6:

"...Do we need all of this?" Rean asks, reffering to the DELICATE MATERIALS he picked up. If the answer is no, he'll offer it to the SCAVENGERS in exchange for helping dig.

Rean also runs around helping some of the locals with small tasks when he has time, as is usual for this kid. That should probably knock favor up just a little, right?
Raziel Raziel reveals his findings to Majima, though admits he did not have much time to find things as he might have liked.  "The promethium would increase energy production, but the groundwater is likely the bigger discovery.  You're the expert on the field here, so I'll leave the decision to you on where to go from here."

Raziel focuses his efforts on turning the new VALUABLE MINERALS into useful products until he hears back on where they were going on the groundwater, if anywhere at all.  Increasing public opinion would make their job easier, and these materials could be useful for the groundwater and promethium projects should they go that way.  
Majima Goro DAY SIX
"This is some fuckin' math shit," Majima complains, looking over all the papers.

Nishida and him sit on opposite chairs, looking over the paperwork. "Alright. Fuck the Promethium for right now. This is about aqueducts. Fuel ain't an issue on this planet." He nods. "Raw minerals are great, but we don't got time to sit there refinin' that into shit we can't use. We're on a timer, here. That's a later project, eh?" He decides. "We gotta stay focused on this shit. Clean water first." He slams his hand into his fist.

"..How're Mamoru and Goriki, anyway?" He asks, looking over at his employee. Nishida tugs on his collar.
"They'll...uh. They'll be fine, Boss. I promise."

Majima grimaces. "...I oughta be poundin' every last one of those idiots for hurtin' my boys, but we don't got time right now." His eye waves over a piece of paper again. He grits his teeth.

"Alright. Fuck does everyone else want, I'll make a decision based on that."

Nishida helpfully pulls up a convenient short list of everyone's requests thus far. Majima's eye closes for a moment.
"...Theurgus's water plan is good. It'll be proof of concept while we're workin'. Make it happen." He snaps his fingers.
"Rean wants ta sell that shit ta scavengers as pay? .." Majima looks disgusted for a moment.
"We'd shave off a whole day," Nishida conveniently adds.
"..Fuck it. We'll buy some shit off the black market later if we gotta. Right now, time's at an essence, and I got money ta burn if we need it. Tell him to do it."

There's some pacing. "Raziel's wonderin' if we're worried 'bout promethium or water, eh? Well, right now it's water. They can't drink the fuckin' fuel, and pipin' that shit requires the components we're busy sellin' off. Tell him to focus on bringing that shit outta the ground, for now."

"...What about us, Boss?" Nishida gives a look.
"...Get some fuckin' people puttin' concrete on the ground. Build some goddamn ducts, it's what we're here for!"
Haguro DAY 6
The good: The public doesn't hate them!
The bad: The public doesn't really like them, either!

Still, overall not a bad thing. They're not being stopped, at least, and that gives Haguro a bit more confidence to start working on something a little more ambitious: Getting the public to like them even more. "If we can get the water situation sorted out, that should help a lot. Staying refreshed and being able to wash off does wonders for morale, so it should help get the public on our side in the long run."

It seems that she's really going for the long haul on this! "We've already done a really good job cleaning up everything, and that's going to pay dividends soon. So now..." Haguro murmurs while she pores over the options. "Collecting more VALUABLE MINERALS can wait until AFTER THE WATER, yes. If we show that we can lay a stable groundwork first for everything moving forward, then there shouldn't be any doubts about us by the time we start the longer-term projects. Then they'll have to see that we know that... What we're doing."

Her gut-tail might be stealing some of her brain cells.
Priscilla     Giving up on the tools necessary to process minerals into really nice stuff, the CHANNEL EXCAVATING takes only TWO DAYS with a SLIGHT UPTICK in PUBLIC APPROVAL. This is a benefit for the purposes of extending into the GROUNDWATER RESERVES --without the COMPLEX COMPONENTS you've mostly traded away for manual labour, it'll be difficult to bring above ground and into the system. The PROMETHIUM sits where it is. Being left to the city to do with as it will, you gain another SMALL BOOST to PUBLIC OPINION, mostly from the top.

    DAY 8: You're ahead of schedule for the simple, functional, clean system you're aiming to put into place. Filling the EXCAVATED CHANNELS with the BASIC MATERIALS will take FIVE DAYS with all hands on deck. It'll drop to THREE DAYS with further paid help, but you'll have to give up the last of the COMPONENTS necessary to help drag GROUNDWATER up. Extending into each GROUNDWATER RESERVE will take TWO DAYS of hard and MODERATELY UNSAFE labour, *each*.

    Erecting PUMPS would require the very last of your COMPLEX COMPONENTS, and only to one RESERVE. The more efficient pump system would be a BIG BOOST to PUBLIC OPINION. Theoretically, you could take ONE MORE DAY to use it on the PROMETHIUM instead, not serving the public at all, but giving you a HUGE ENDORSEMENT from the upper crust of the ward who stand to make tons of money from piping out fuel to sell, and probably get you a lot of contracts in future.

    You can shave ONE DAY off the basic channelway building by neglecting electricity entirely, but leaving it half-finished will take a hit to PUBLIC OPINION and attract ORGANIZED CRIMINALS looking to lay claim to the gaps in the accessways where they can monopolize power supplies and run rackets. Fighting them off will scare away your HELP, and also wound several more workers in such a hazardous environment.

    If you can spare ONE ADDITIONAL DAY, you could retrieve further COMPLEX COMPONENTS, either to build another PUMP, to pay more WORKERS, or to process the VALUABLE MINERALS (which would take an ADDITIONAL DAY), so long as Elites are put on the job. Sending out regular help to pull it off will injure a large number of them, and put them out of commission afterwards. PUBLIC OPINION of you is MILDLY POSITIVE, as you appear to be on time and have constructed high quality, if very simple, projects so far, and have cleaned the city of much of its diaster detritus and eliminated mutant and psyker elements. It may be possible to recruit VOLUNTEER help at this stage; doing so would save you TWO DAYS on the main construction, but would TAKE ONE DAY, and has 50/50 odds of succeeding, requiring another Elite.
Theurgus     Theurgus doesn't have much to do, considering her original idea hasn't borne fruit just yet. So she volunteers to gather more COMPONENTS to make more PUMPs for WATER. She's really focussed on making the people as happy as possible, to coax out psykers for her to experime--- ahem, train in control and make them suitable members of the workforce.

    That is, unless she's needed elsewhere.
Majima Goro DAY EIGHT
The office is mostly silent. Majima's sitting on a chair backward. He's not even wearing the hardhat. "...Alright, what do we got." He's got a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. He's staring at Nishida, who is sweating a little bit as he sits at a computer. The quiet keyboard tapping continues.
"..."
Majima taps his foot. The steel makes a satisfying clack against the marble flooring. "...I said, fuck do we got, Nishida? Are your fuckin' ears busted or somethin'?" There's a swallow.
"..We're on track to complete a basic project," Nishida offers. He has a small bowl of battered squid and shrimp he's been picking at. There is a smaller ash tray filled with cigarette ashes and shrimp tails.
Majima's cigarette flicks across, landing in the tray. "Sure, that's some good shit. That's what we want. Keep it simple. Keep it motherfuckin' simple."

"We did have a request that we pump the promethium instead. Some of the upper elites wanted it." Nishida offers this more nervously. There's a grunt.
"Fuck 'em. Flat out fuck 'em. We don't need their support right now. They're just bein' asshole vultures. They're still gonna want that shit later, it's still Concord property, they're still gonna need us to get it for 'em, those lazy shits." Majima pulls out another cigarette. There's a long drag of his beer.
"...Be nice if we could get Lezard's undead on that groundwater reserve, but I don't want zombie shit in people's water." He lights the cigarette. Has some of that. "We ain't neglectin' the electricity. This's gotta be perfect. Anything slipshod's a waste of my fuckin' time, and we're wastin' two weeks of Elite time on this shit." His eye closes.

"Call Theurgus. She's on pump duty. If I hear another word 'bout her weirdass Psyker program in the next week, I swear I'mma throw her into a wall. We can do that shit later."

"Rean, get him on erectin' that pump. We need at least one functional reserve by the end of this, or the whole thing was pointless."

"See if Lezard can extend into that groundwater reserve with the undead without spookin' anyone too much. If so, I'd rather risk shit that's already dead. If not, I want him getting those minerals into somethin' useful."

"Haguro, unless ya got a better idea, and unless my math's wrong, drag up more components to pay people. I want as much time as possible in case somethin' goes wrong. I'm gonna see what I can do 'bout throwing my cash into the ring to buy us some extra time to polish this shit."

Majima looks out the window for a long moment.
"...Majima Construction's gonna finish that damn aqueduct best we can."
Raziel Raziel moves on to continue to use the minerals they have on hand to make them into components that they need to try and increase efficiency with the groundwater system.  Working with Theurgus, and weathering her complaints about psychic stuff.  

This is, of course, using remote manipulation to try and do as much of this as he can.  
Lezard Valeth     It is some math crap. Lezard can help with math being a BLACK SORCEROR and being familiar with such VILE MUTTERINGS, but Majima don't need no education, he don't need no thought control either. Instead, he's going to put another brick in these walls.

    Lezard's main contribution (the horrors) are running out of things to do that aren't going to scare the locals. Normally he wouldn't give a damn, but again, the constraints on his situation are making him actually consider public opinion for a change. The horror! There is a stray thought that Priscilla might have done this to him on purpose as an educational experience.

    Nishida contacts him with an update. "Majima wishes me to access the groundwater reserves without contaminating them? Very well." Lezard might be in charge, but he hired Majima for a /reason/. The man has a construction company, and so he clearly knows what he's doing. Right? People consult Lezard about ripping out souls and summoning the forces of darkness. They consult Majima about building a nice 2-bedroom house with a good view close to work.

So it is that Lezard moves to the designated area and begins calling upon his spells in order to begin breaching the ground. Carefully, be uses his magics to begin carving through the rock, performing the main breachwork while the undead and demons begin pulling out the rubble and shoring it up with scrap. The process is tedious and laborious, but this is something that the Sorceror of Midgard can do without observers causing issues.

    He just needs to make sure the thing doesn't collapse on them all and cause ground undead bits to fall into the resevoir. He has magics for that, however...
Haguro DAY 8
The second week has begun! Haguro's looking and sounding a little weary from the days of constant hard labor, but she's no stranger to fatigue. Sometimes, it does't even look like she's slept enough, but she'll have to manage if it means getting things prepared properly.

Besides, they're doing good on time right now. "We're starting to turn public opinion to our side, so that's good. Now... Hm." Examining some more documents and reports, the Abyssal squints as she struggles to comprehend it all.

"That's... That's a lot of options. At this point, though, the PUMP... We should prioritize getting the WATER system sorted out first."

Haguro can be heard giggling lightly at Majima's disdain for the upper crusters. "Agreed. We can't ignore the ELECTRICITY situation, no. I know I saw a documentary once about finishing one thing instead of half-assing two for better results. Once that's done, then we can really focus on..."

She flips a few pages over, sucking in a short breath at the sheer quantity of words hitting her in the face. Luckily, it seems there's a consensus already! "I'll work on getting us some more COMPONENTS, yes. Even if we can't use all of it for PAYMENT, having it on hand will give us more options for later." A brief hum, and then she adds. "If we really dig up a lot, we could even build another PUMP for PROMETHEUM to eat both cakes."
Rean Schwarzer ...Maybe selling the parts wasn't the best idea, but it got them some extra hands on digging, at least. Hopefully they had enough to make at least ONE pump for the water, though. But yeah, they could dig up that powersource later. Right now, they had a pump to erect!
Priscilla     ONE DAY goes towards salvaging extra COMPONENTS, but Haguro and Theurgus together work up a large number between themselves, and Raziel, in his own way, doubling up on the efforts by working some of the MINERALS himself, results in an uptick of local help, shaving TWO DAYS off the aqueduct construction, for a grand total of FOUR DAYS on the work. You only have enough COMPLEX COMPONENTS for one PUMP, but since you're only tapping into one RESERVE, the extended construction takes TWO DAYS rather than FOUR. Summoning the undead already on-site, far away from where anyone will actually see, has a TINY impact on PUBLIC OPINION, through only rumours, and results in shaving an ADDITIONAL DAY off the extension as the undead work through the night and with heinous lack of safety protocol.

    DAY 13: Long shifts of hard labour in dingy, cramped, polluted, and unpleasant environments have steadily borne fruit. Since your PUBLIC OPINION remains POSITIVE, the HIGH QUALITY and THOROUGHLY CLEAN materials, lack of CRIMINAL ELEMENT, and the commitment to a simple automatic PUMP to a newly discovered RESERVE, have improved it CONSIDERABLY, and the inhabitants of the ward seem to know to leave well enough alone, as what you're accomplishing is good for everyone. The work is sweaty and tiresome and uncomfortable, but dozens of sections of the ward have transformed from piles of ancient corroded debris into clean, sturdy, and almost elegant plasteel and instacrete fixtures that are glued seamlessly into the existing water flow, and connect seamlessly to the major power junctures. Stringing miles of wire through the channels is a TRIVIAL task, without any CRIMINALS or SCAVENGERS to get in the way.

    Rejecting the bureaucracy's request for a FUEL PUMP has some negative repercussions. Since the general populace is now VERY POSITIVE towards you, they can't move too strongly against you without incurring the rabble wrath of the voters at the podunk municipal level. They won't damage your work directly, but instead opt to pay off local HIVE GANGS to try and lay claim to it for corrupt government money. These gangs aren't your crips and bloods --they're brutally violent degenerates, many of which are crazy or permanently on insane drug drips, who are heavily (illegally) armed and not just utterly ruthless, but absolutely sadistic. They have strong plausible deniability.

    You could use your remaining TWO DAYS to simply STAND ASIDE, search out more COMPONENTS, and build a PUMP to the second GROUNDWATER RESERVE, thereby increasing the efficacy of the system and PUBLIC OPINION of you even more, but you'd be forfeiting chunks of the new waterways and powerlines to gang extortion --people wouldn't see it as your fault, but it'll harm the people who live here, and possibly cause problems in the future. You could commit to FIGHTING THEM, but you'll have to clean up the collateral damage that'd result, which would take ALL DAY, and you'd lose enough help to work-related injuries that any work you could do with the LAST DAY would have to be LIMITED LABOUR. Using Lezard's UNHOLY HORDES would rout them with no trouble, however this would HARM your PUBLIC OPINION to a MODERATE degree, and swing the balance of power partially back towards the ward government.
Majima Goro "Two days left, Boss."
Nishida has brought takoyaki. The ex-Inquisitor's desk is absolutely covered in takoyaki takeout boxes. Empty cans of beer are strewn about. Majima's looking kinda haggard, with deep circles under his eyes.
"....eh?" Majima says. "...Fuck, is that it? Today and tomorrow?" He turns his neck. Ooh. Yeah. He's got a crack in that. Hard work. Good, solid labour, though. This is working. The whole thing is working. All he's gotta do is figure out how to capstone this mess.

"...So, we either let this shit slide, and let 'em take a chunk, or we risk makin' the project worse. That what you're telling me, Nishida?" Majima chews on a piece of warm breaded seafood. It's delicious. It isn't, however, giving him any immediate genius ideas.

Nishida bows. "Yessir. That's the short of it, unless you have any immediate genius ideas."

Majima does not. He gets up, looking out the window. "Alright. Ya know what I *want* to do, of course." A gloved fist smashes into its partner. "I wanna show 'em what the fuck happens when they mess with Majima Construction territory, let alone Concord territory. And if we *don't*, there's nothin' saying they won't amplify later. Ya remember that shit Staren was givin' me about the Concord lookin' weak? I think in this case, he has a point."

Nishida nods. "But the pump won't be as good."

"The pump won't be as fuckin' good, eh?! Ain't that the fuckin' truth!" Majima slams his fist into the window. He's really, really glad this is some weird future glass that doesn't break, because toppling out of a building right now would be a problem.

He grits his teeth. "...Okay. Arright. Instincts. Fuckin' instincts here. That's how Majima Construction has always gone, and it's how it's gonna do now."

He steps to the center of the room. "..Nishida, gimme some video feed, eh? I gotta talk to my people, here."

There's a click. A camera is turned on. "Nehehe! Listen the fuck up, everybody! Majima here!" He's got his back to the window. The sunrise looks especially good. "We got two days. We can improve the pump. We can /absolutely/ improve the shit outta that pump. But here's what I'm thinkin--right now, these little shits are tryin' to be leeches on what we do best. They're tryin' to say they can take back the shit /we/ made, and get what they think is their fuckin' 'fair share'. Their 'fair share' of our labour is nothin' but a glass o' clean fuckin' water, ya fuckers understand me?!"

He claps his hands together.

"In two days, the guys in suits are gonna start talkin' like they got opinions on shit. I want them to understand, once and for all, they ain't got no control, whatsoever, 'bout what the fuck the Concord does on its own fuckin' planet. Lezard, keep the zombies outta the way. But if you got some flashy shit--I want to make an example today. When they bitch, in two days, that we ain't done, we tell 'em we were doin' the job they clearly didn't know how to fuckin' do."

With that, he straightens up.
"Majima Construction...BEGIN!"
Raziel Raziel takes in a sigh, of course...you'd think these guys would have been killed with the 'Nids, but apparently like cockroaches, they knew when to scurry.  Raziel, however, decides that the best way to deal with this is a stealthy one.  

Raziel follows groups of them home at night, or wherever they live, and simply kills them.  Taking them out in their sleep, or leaving them murdered without much of a fight in places where the other underhivers can see.  

He is essentially sending a message.  'Nowhere is safe for those who fuck with the Concord.'  He also looks for people trying to act as fences between the top and the bottom.  
Haguro DAY 13
With so many Elites working on this project non-stop on roughly the same page, things have been going far better than Haguro could have expected! It's actually kind of scary how well it's going, and part of her is almost relieved when she hears that there's suspiciously well-armed miscreants coming to mess with their stuff.

"I'm surprised it took this long for anyone to start raising trouble again. If they're really trying to instigate something through the HIVE GANGS, then..." Haguro closes her eyes, tilting her head back while her gut-tail lingers around the camera a bit too long. It bares its teeth in a vague sort of grin before she does once Majima gives his position on how to proceed.

"May I head out first, then? I don't want to risk the workers if the GANG won't listen to reason. Besides, it won't matter too much if I get hurt, and..."

She hums softly, her gut-tail suddenly snapping at something behind her. "... And then when they're far enough away from the project, everyone can come in to sweep the rest of them out. It'll be good for the public to see that we can handle things without risk to our workers"

Haguro's plan for confronting the HIVE GANG, if it's approved, does indeed involve approaching the gangsters from one side to keep the gangsters facing away from their newly constructed waterway. There's no sense letting them damage the stuff they worked so hard to build, after all, and she's all too willing to put herself in the line of fire in the process.

Plus, getting herself INJURED in the name of serving the people here could potentially help their image further. It'd also give her a good excuse to get in some gratuitously bloody violence of her own.
Theurgus     Well, this is a very particular problem that the Mad Magician is quite suited to dealing with. She steps into the area the heavies are holding hostage, erecting barriers over doors and windows, and putting the heavies in their own little prison of ice... which then begins to shrink. She, like Raziel, aims to make a point that the Concord is not to be trifled with, either in open combat, or in the 'safety' of your own home.
Lezard Valeth     "Time is almost up."

    Lezard is speaking to himself, mostly murmuring and considering the problems at hand. His scrying shows him exactly what's going on here and the extent of the issues... And they are significant. "How /convenient/ that this crops up right near the expected deadline." Lezard murmurs to himself. "It appears that an /example/ is in order." And Majima agrees, showing the disparate portions of the Concord are of one mind on the issue. They might disagree on who does what, but you do /not/ roll up on the Concord. When you do, they fall into line. Kind of like the gangs, except the Concord has Elites. They don't.

    Haguro leads the charge. The moment the gangs are beginning to converge upon her, Lezard Valeth makes his own appearance, inchoate power roaring around him as he relaxes his restraints and really begins to go all out. The sizzling wash of energy lights him up like a beacon and no doubt attracts weapons fire from the ones intelligent enough to see what's coming.

    But it's already too late. "DREGS OF TABOR! YE KNOW ME! AND IF YE DO NOT KNOW ME YE SHALL BE /MADE/ TO KNOW ME! IT SHALL BE ENGRAVED UPON THY VERY SOUL... LEZARD VALETH! FLEE FROM THIS PLACE OR KNOW THE PRICE OF YOUR DEFIANCE!"

    Blood blossoms across his body as bullets and beams begin to cut into his flesh. Lezard casts his head back, his augmented homunculus body bleeding, the incandescent rage rising with the pain feeding into the magics being woven. The Great Magic circle expands outwards more and more... And the sky becomes dark, a chill wind blowing down and cutting through jackets, the kiss of a deep winter on the flesh.

    "If ye accept the benedictions of beauty,
        Then yea, let these chains of aster surround thee!
"

    The air snaps, beginning to freeze spontaneously as the frigid wash abruptly plummets into unearthly cold. Hunks of mosture promptly condense into ever growing crystalline ice, smashing down and glomming together into a growing chilled mountain.

                              "ABSOLUTE ZERO!"                              

    And then the icy mountain shatters, likely with many of the gangers.
Majima Goro "Feel free to fight amongster yerselves... but if ya even' think of touching my territory.."
"I can't promise you'll get away with only scars.

Majima's got his hard hat on. He's not just representing the Concord, here. The Hand of the Concord is also representing Majima Construction.

His shirt's off. He's stalking through the canal he's just helped build, until he finds himself a good, solid group. A dozen. Two dozen. He's not counting. He doesn't care. In fact, they'd better get more.

"Ee...hehehehehehe!" He stands before the Hive Gang that decided 'the guy with the knife' was a safer option than 'the living battleship' or 'the necromancer' or 'the OTHER ice mage'. The fabled, merciful Majima Goro, known to have never killed anyone before. Surely this will be fine.
"...In this city where shabby neon lights become a thing of beauty...battles where you can kick some blown-up ego are your treat.." He hums, as if to some song he's got going in his head. And then he starts to cackle more properly. His back bends almost unnaturally backwards, his knife firmly in one hand.

And then he moves forward, jumping right into the middle. He is a tornado. He is a force of actual nature, spinning through and ducking under drugged up wannabes. Does he bleed? Oh, yes.
He's bleeding. There are spiked armors involved. Bullets. But it doesn't stop him. Nothing stops him.

The knife breaks. He's got another. It gets stuck in a gangbanger's body, as he falls off to the spire below.

He's got a bat. His skin's starting to look the color of his Hannya tattoo. The bat splinters. He throws it into the face of a guy with a plasma rifle wider than he is.

"Uweeeha...HEHAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The hard hat is busted wide open by an axe, falling off his head with a clack. He turns around slowly, and a disfigured hoodlum stares at him. He didn't finish the job.

Majima slowly retrieves a small bundle of firecrackers, lighting it. He shoves it directly into the mouth of his assailant, before kicking him away. That one's no longer his problem.

It's going to be a long day. He's going to bleed. But he's going to prove a point. To the Hive planet. To the Concord. To the Multiverse.

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Priscilla     END OF DAY 14:
    Stuck between swallowing the indignity of letting the petty brass have their way, or the pain of the 'what could have been' of a project the team knows they could have done better, on their debut shot, the ultimate consensus was that the pride of the Concord itself was at stake here, and to put the real tagline of what the faction is all about into practice: Elites are the movers and shakers that ultimately get things done. The Elite matter. The others do not.

    Having headed to the frontlines yourselves, you've each faced two days of on-and-off but essentially constant fighting. Since a dozen, medium-sized, non-cooperating gangs are involved, there's no possibility of them all showing up to the same part of the aqueducts at the same time, so it required that you spread yourselves thin, stay alert around the clock, fight off several of the dirtiest ambushes you've ever seen, engage in smouldering building to building firefights that last the better part of a day in such dense, complicated, and poorly thought out terrain, and the occasional hostage situation or mad bomber. Keeping this up for two days will tire anyone out, and even the smallest slip up or slightly slow reaction adds mounting injuries you don't have the time to treat. With each and every Elite shedding their blood for the effort though, taking out dozens of junkies, cyborgs, gun runners, psychopaths, assassins, and ex-military bandits, the men of MAJIMA CONSTRUCTION easily bash the heads of the handful that make it to the water and power lines, flexing big manly muscles on scattered and cowardly gangers while also flexing the rest on the last of the PUMP project, accelerated to fit into the last two days as Lezard used his UNDEAD for another full triple shift, and fought personally.

    The result? Surprisingly fitting roman-ish modern made aqueducts and cable channels restoring the ward's functionality to full capacity within two weeks, the damaged areas completely cleared, clean, and rendered safe, with the sparkling new architecture being a safe place to gather, and an improved quantity of clean water in the system, providing for half a million additional people who previously had no permanent access to it. PUBLIC OPINION of you is HIGHLY POSITIVE, and the MUNICIPAL GOVERNMENT is LARGELY COWED. Your proof of concept has reached a DECENTLY LARGE number of people, and word of it has already begun to spread. Since your construction is SIMPLE and you've used the CAVERNS, other earthquake-stricken areas will likely copy you.

    Lezard as PLANETARY GOVERNER comes out with a SMALL boost in APPROVAL, increased by the good work, but tempered somewhat by the use of demons and dark powers before. There are MODERATE CASUALTIES, but the dead are all wildly socially unpopular, and so your REPUTATION FOR BRUTALISM is mostly only pushed sideways, into the CONSISTENT AND JUST BUT HARSH direction. You're all, however, FAIRLY INJURED, and will need to take time off, or take it easy, for the next few weeks, PRECLUDING FURTHER WORK until after the HIGH ADMINISTRATION has had plenty of time to push papers and take sides. THREE QUARTERS of them support your work overall, and you gain a MODEST number of CONTRACTS to expand this work into other parts of Tabor in the future, with MUNICIPAL SUPPORT to make it far less grueling. You're also AWARDED RIGHTS to the PROMETHIUM DISCOVERY, as a valuable prospect to cash in at your creative leisure later.
Haguro When the gangsters come, Haguro is ready to bear the brunt of their shots. Flesh burns, bleeds, turns black with all manner of pain turned her way. She bites her lip to stop herself from uttering even a single noise, intent on not giving anyone the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Not the hive gangs, not the people that hired them.

Luckily, the gut-tail is there to hide the grin that forms over time as well. Once she hears Lezard setting upon them with his magic, Majima with his fists and faithful bat, Raziel with his accursed blade, and Theurgus with her technological magic, Haguro too joins the fray.

Her style is wild, but steady. It's similar to that of the performers on television, those who perform needlessly complex flips and swings before gently tapping someone on the chin and slapping their thigh to make it sound like their kicks have weight without actually injuring anyone. It's dissimilar to those techniques because they've all been modified precisely to injure. To maim. To leave clear spaces for her gut-tail to sink its teeth right into someone, or to wedge a cannon into a joint and blast limbs right off.

The Concord needs to send a message, after all, and it appears to have been received just as expected.