Just venting, but asking us to do a particular task, in a particular district, with a particular enemy faction, is just… irritating 😠
Especially when it DOES generate Outcast executions - in the district next door lol
Possibly an unusual request, but where else will I find such a concentration of people who will get what I’m talking about.
I want to hear from you all about your favourite things, big or small, official or unrelated.
Anything from alarm clocks to PC keyboards , toys to display replicas, what do you have that scratches that Star Trek itch?
Example: I have a replica mek’leth sitting in my wardrobe. That’s quite big. I also have a Starfleet Command keychain on my car keys so my inner child can pretend I’m driving a runabout 😆
Subtlety is an important quality in a SHD agent.
Saw someone share a hyena outfit and felt inspired to flesh out my headcanon for my agent.
Molly was a police officer, unpopular after reporting corrupt colleagues, when she was recruited by the Division. Some years later, when she was sent undercover in a local gang, she was instructed to leave her watch behind by her SHD handler, and disappeared.
This was shortly before the outbreak, and she quickly lost contact with her handlers, SHD and police, leaving her trapped with a bunch of relatively harmless petty thugs.
Then came the Hyenas, pressing all the gangs into service under their new, sickly green banner. Molly went along with it for a time, hoping to interfere with them and perhaps find out where they were getting all those weapons!
The attack on the White House was the final straw, and she made her break, quickly eliminating the Hyenas and surrendering herself to the JTF. Once her identity was confirmed, she was reunited with her watch and gear - her handler had gathered all the SHD equipment he could when the first wave was activated, though no-one knew what had happened to him after that. She spoke to the quartermaster there:
"I think I need some new clothes too. This getup might get me close to some Hyenas but it might also get me shot by one of ours" she said with a smirk.
"Uh, sure, take a look in the lockers. We have quite a stockpile."
Molly started rummaging through the lockers and cases, stumbling across some clothes with an orange bird logo. She raised an eyebrow?
"SHD merch?" she joked. The quartermaster shrugged.
"Think there was an idea about agents using them to ID each other when everything was still all hush-hush. Obviously that ship sailed some time ago," he said. Molly pursed her lips.
"Okay, gimme a few minutes," she muttered. A little later, she emerged in her new outfit.
"Really?" asked the quartermaster. "A bit on the nose, ain't it?" Molly grinned.
"All the assholes out there are wearing colors. The Hyenas wear green and spray that stupid tag everywhere they go. The Outcasts wrap everything in that yellow fabric from the quarantine. The True Sons wear those pseudo-revolutionary uniforms and wave that bastardised flag of theirs all over," she said, running her finger along the rim of her new cap and tugging on the collar of her new jacket.
"Time for a new symbol to be seen out there. We're past subtlety at this point - let those bastards see who's coming after them. They'll work out how bad they fucked up soon enough."
Do we need a RP flair? Might be fun.
