Praetorian worked out of low-key basement office up near the bus station. When they moved, they moved with perfect economy, their minds and bodies shooting through the trees of possibilities, selecting and rejecting in nanotime, like chess AI constantly calculating the fewest moves to mate. Years of razorpin discipline had tuned their scanners to a different set of frequencies, the infinite complexities of the environment polarized at nerve level into threat and non-threat, a network ceaselessly pinging for response. These men, they could respect civilians, but they were beyond understanding those passive and disengaged consumer drones who shuffled past them on the street. There was no slender lining of hope to be extracted from the things they had seen, no good fight to be fought. War, its hallucinatory horrors, had stripped them of any rags of morality. The rest of the men were from the same stock, special forces turned guns-for-hire. They were all lucky, and Grissom had seen enough to know that lucky was a good thing to have around. When he looked around him now, he saw the survivors. They were a team of 8, search and destroy, months of insertion, barely afloat at the bottom of a deep well of danger the percentages said they were already dead men walking. Grissom met most of his crew working in Laos for Shadow Strike. Yes, it was expensive, but accountancy is a black art, and when the taxpayers are paying, who's counting? And for the businesses themselves, they had field-trained and officially-sanctioned combat troops. For the ex-militia, it meant access to better hardware than the military, and remuneration way beyond even the shadow-budget salaries evanescing from the public purse. For the administration, it gave them the illusion of parity with the corporations. It was not unusual for corporations to exploit their networks within the defense administration to service their own private security requirements. The core of the team are jungle vets, ex-special forces operatives.
Thus was born Praetorian, a bespoke urban response unit, as far from any television camera as it was possible to be. Each corporation has its own local arrangements, but the street gangs weren't just snotty kids anymore - they were organized, well-armed - it seemed only natural that the business landscape might benefit from the evolution of a unified response.
They watch WP like everybody else does, but they don't need the TV to tell them the SPPD are losing the war, and that maybe they should take out a little protection of their own. The gods of Hayalynd are collectors they like to accumulate information, contacts, talent all the major currencies. There's a lot of legal protection running round in Havalynd. Grissom is unlocked after reaching standing level 10 with Ty Durrant. He also used to be part of a elite squad known as Shadow Strike. We need YOUR help to add to the feel of the game.Grissom appears to be Cuban by the flag he has on his lower right leg. Phoenix however, well, it needs a LOT of it.įrom ambient sounds, to gun noises, to nice tunes.
Basically help shape the city.Įvery game needs code to work properly. People who can plan out chunks of the city, spawn points, elements, etc. We're looking for the following people in particular:Ĭan you animate things in 3d? Good! we need your help for the animations!Ĭan you make more than just a sphere and a cube? Well, good, we can use a lot of help building the city! We're always looking for people to help out, give fresh ideas, and help make this project a reality.