Iron Stars - gidget

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/iron-stars-nekosmash/a/pelasgon-article (Anything on the world anvil is information your character would have, or would be something they would easily be able to look up without trouble in universe, so feel free too look about and snoop ) There is a knock at the door of Gidget's apartment. Outside, children begin their daily game of some sort of stickball activity they've invented, and the first shift factory workers are making their way to the foundries of New Kazan, where Gidget has chosen to make their home upon arriving in the Communist Brotherhood of Stellar States. Pelasgon is a dirty world, pollution choked with smoggy skies around the major cities. Only the distant enclave of Debriska has anything like a verdant green belt around it, and food insecurity on the capital world is something the polity has long struggled with. The first off-world colonization by the emergent CBSS was to assuage that need for good , and as good as they are, sometimes even the most accurate precognitive resource allocation officers within the polity fail to distribute food where it is needed on this planet. Many people in your apartment building have even made comments as winter begins to fall across this world that it will be a time of meager portions and tightening belts. The knock is a bit more insistent this time, not rushed, or angry, but enough to let you know someone is there.

Pelasgon

Gidget takes a sip of their tea before putting it down, still waking up. They wonder who needs their attention as they glide towards the door, pausing a moment to take a peek from the peep hole. (ahh! here we go!

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A red faced courier is standing at the door. Official party business is still done with delivered messages on paper and occasionally packages with one-use compads in them. The party Chairman, Yuri Oktobreskya is what some would say neurotic about electronic eavesdropping, and all sensitive matters are carried out using this inefficient but more secure method of communication. He is overweight, not what you'd expect in a courier, but the uniform and everything else looks to be in order.

Gidget quickly straightens up, thoughts racing through their head. OhnoOhBoy did I do something wrong what do they want from me okay just answer the door I’m sure it’s fine right They unlock and open the door, then with a squeaky voice an octave higher than usual, chirp out “Good morning! What can I do for you?”

9:32 PM

(unsure of how pacing usually goes, I can look it up on my laptop later, but is one “action” and one, like, “turn speaking” alright?)

(Usually turn economy is only a factor in combat. Like Speaking as a main action. In an out of combat situation like this, it is not as important to keep track of. I would think of it like any normal conversation, you take some time to say something then wait for the other person or neko to respond, then you respond to their answer. etc, etc.)

(thank you!)

"Gidget? is that you?" the courier asks. "Mission from the Party, highest importance from the Chairman's own hand. Was told to deliver it directly to you." He spends a moment confirming your identity from a photo on his data pad, and seems to be satisfied he's talking to the right person. "ID and voice match, guess it is you. Like I said, mission from the Party. Chairman wants you on it as soon as you can. You came highly recommended. "

Gidget gulps. “From the chairman! What could they want from me? Not that I wouldn’t comply! I just…” They look down, too nervous to make eye contact. Oh stop bumbling like an idiot, Gidg! “What kind of mission? How can I help? I’ll… try my best!” (edited)

The documents are handed over to you, and the courier waits patiently while you digest everything. The capital world, this world, is dying. Pollution has permeated every aspect of the natural world here and outside of a few green zones, within the next decade the biosphere everywhere else will have entirely collapsed. Your work with plants and animals among your own people has been noticed, and the Polity has identified the region around Samra Heavy Industries as an area of the most concern. The party would like to send you there, with several possible jobs you could take up. -Exploring the region around the city and noting the pollution there

Assisting with a land reclamation project to try to clean the land and plant food

Trying to re-introduce native species back into the area to make up for lost biodiversity.

Picking up Button the possum, who has since woken up from the noise and waddled over, Gidget thinks for a moment. "If only I could split myself in three... but that land reclamation project... now that certainly piques my attention." They smile weakly. "We don't have to take anything by force do we? That's, ah, not my strong suit."

9:36 PM

(sorry it's been a bit! busy week!

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"By force? No, you should not. This is already land that is empty, people have abandoned it due to pollution, but maybe you can make it live again. I have other deliveries, but be at the starport by tonight, the expedition is leaving then. You'll be working under a man named Charles Trivedi. Pollution cleanup is a pet project of his, and I think you'll find him easy to work with"

“Phew…” Gidget looks down at the possum cradled in their arms. “Hear that Button? Sounds like we’ll be okay, huh?” Looking back at the courier, they’re a little more confident. “We’ll be there! You can count on us.” Another new start. Scary, but we’ve been through this before, and we can do it again, right? Yes, yes…

7:27 PM

(Will Gidget need to pack up all their belongings? I have it in my head that they don’t keep much to begin with, to avoid getting too attached to places they may have to leave)

(I pictured this as like a couple weeks long business trip, if Gidget wouldn't really have a lot of stuff then yeah I guess all your belongings? )

(swag, ty)

12:39 PM

(will be driving lots today and tomorrow but things will calm down after that thankfully)

It takes a few hours to get everything together, and a car pulls up out front of the building waiting for you- evidently your ride to the starport, where you will be sent to the south of this planet. There is another figure in the vehicle, a a smart looking man in a business suit, that seems utterly at ease with the loud environment of the city streets beyond the open door of the luxury roadster.

"Gidget?" He asks, as the door of the vehicle opens. "Charles Trivedi, by way of introduction. I'm the one putting this whole expedition together, and wanted to escort our final piece out of the work area so we can begin"

“That would be me!” Gidget squeaks and extends their hand for a handshake. “Thank you for this opportunity, I really hope I can help here. Just… put me anywhere you think I’ll be useful!” With Button on their shoulder they also remember to say with a smile, “Oh and don’t worry about the possum, you’ll hardly know she’s here.”

11:22 AM

(i will NOT go nearly a month without responding i will NOT manifesting this for myself) (edited)

"I had a pet like that once. It was a ferret ,belonged to my brother and was a wonderful companion" he says as you get in, and he closes the door. "Your talent would be wasted giving you a bucket of lyme and a shovel, and telling you to clean swampland. I'm looking for an expert in handling animals , in finding the ones in the polluted areas, figuring out what kind of care they need, and getting them the help without making them dependent on us. You've got the talent, and the party has noticed. Ensuring wild populations remain healthy is going to do wonders for the environment of this planet, and we have to save the few species here we have left if this world is ever going to be green again"

“You’ve just said the magic words to me,” Gidget grins, feeling way more comfortable after hearing about the ferret. Looking around, they notice it’s just them two. “Will we have a team? I certainly don’t mind working alone, actually it’s probably when I work best, but I don’t want to get too big for my britches here…”

"I have close to 100 people there now. Most are involved in actual pollution clean up, so buckets of lye, shovels, spray guns, that sort of thing. Your work is more specialized. If you get out to the field and think you might need some help in the form of general labor, just tell me, and you';ll have your pick of anyone on the work site, but if you prefer to truly do this alone, I'd only ask that you take one of my security detail for your own protection while in the woods. Many of the animals in the area are underfed, since the environment is failing. They might see you as something tasty enough to try"