Jump 128: Kenshi

Jump 128: Kenshi

Location: The Hub
Age: 25
Identity: Drop-In (Wanderer)
Drawbacks: None

[Free]      Healthy People
[Free]      Decreased Needs
[200/1000]  Progression
[500/1000]  Building Blueprints
[700/1000]  Street Cred
[800/1000]  Trader Relations
[900/1000]  Shared Weapon Proficiency
[Free]      Jack of Trades
[1000/1000] Environmental Resistance
[1000/1200] Item Stipend (+200)
[Free]      Explorer's Map
[1200/1200] Dust Goggles

Blinking, I looked around at the half-wrecked city. It took me a good few minutes to get my bearings, but it wasn't until I wandered into the bar (with the imaginative sign above it that read 'BAR' in illuminated letters as large as a man is tall' that I realized where I was, stepping out onto the roof to get a better look at the ninja tower at the far end of the city, atop the northern edge of the tilted mesa that made this town up.

"Ohhh, shit."

Then I frowned.

"Wait, no, fuck that noise. This world sucks, let's fix it." And with that, I started spawning clones immediately, sending them downstairs in ones and twos. The barflies ignored the first few, but noticed that the clones were all identical - I hadn't bothered to make them not so, after all - and watched with increasing trepidation after the first two dozen had come down. When the numbers were edging into the hundreds, they stopped being worried and started being annoyed. After about a half hour and a thousand clones, they started getting jeered.

When I decided I'd made enough clones, I came down at the end of the procession, and proceeded to abuse the absolute fuck out of my magic in order to start fixing up the vacant buildings in the Hub, as well as dropping down various furniture such as beds and sinks attached to five gallon jugs of fresh and clean water.

As my clones spread around the world, they did similar things in various places, and met with the leadership to explain the offer: the standard offer is to sign on the line, and in return for my having veto power if anything TOO silly happens, they get ageless immortality but essentially nothing else changes aside from them having massive opportunities for trade, to tech up, and generally become filthy rich and make their people grateful. In this case though... terraforming is part of the offer. The moon of Kenshi is a horrible place and the faster it can be cleaned up, the better.

And also to have the previous Empires' trash cleaned up, to boot.

The United Cities were quick to agree. Cat-Lon was mad, but I punched him into the afterlife and a little treatment later (and raw disbelief at Skeletons having a soul) he happily agreed that this was for the best and said he'd have flat-out abdicated if I hadn't won by right of conquest. The Hive Queens were in favor, since this meant a culling of the worst of the fauna - Beak Things are infamous, after all, and this would keep their people far safer - the Shek saw opportunity knocking and were all right with it.

Really, the only sticking point was the Holy Nation, but after a good bit of political haggling, the Phoenix Lord was willing to sign over. After all, I was no agent of Narko if I wanted to improve the world; would it not be Okran's will for the world to be a better place?

After about six months, the deal was signed and certified by all parties (and those who disagreed - mostly cannibals and the fogmen - were put to the sword). Invisibly to the occupants of the planet, the moon of Kenshi was peeled by teleported, deposited onto a prepared section of the dyson shell with everyone upon it intact. They saw the skies had shifted, no longer with the moons and the gas giant in view, but stars glittered in the distance.

The mantle and core of the moon were promptly thrown into the Star Forge at the heart of the dyson shell and processed, the raw material stockpiled until a time of need. Much the same with the gas giant itself and the other moons, all of those mercifully lifeless. The nearly completely defunct satellites, too, were processed for material and examined for interesting technologies.

The weather stabilized, the more worrisome life forms such as blood spiders and gutters were culled, and sand dunes slowly transformed into grasslands dotted by trees. Really, the hardest part of the decade were the number of outsiders coming to make contact and to trade - but such always happens when a new world is added. There will always be pioneers and explorers, and there will always be room among their ranks for those from the newest world to join.

And also crab tournaments.

The Crabinator is feared for good reason.