The next few weeks pass without incident, as the mechwarriors and those with family settle into their new homes and living quarters, be they the antiseptically arcology quarters, or the much more culturally and ethnically colored favelas. A prism refracts a rainbow, and the favelas are the rainbows thrown by the mile tall towers. Culture abounds in the shadows of the technocratic elite. Looking down from their lofty perches, the denizens of the arco who can see down into the city only see the smaller towers, and beyond those, the densely packed urban conglomeration that is the slums. They cannot see the little Chinatowns, little Italy, little Ireland (the Irish pub/folk music scene, it's gotten popular) and the variety of other cultural experiments going on. It's safe in the tower, but it can be a bit dull if you're not heavily into CogNet based entertainment. On the streets, it is a lot more dangerous, but it is also a lot more interesting. On the street there are cultural food venders, and people selling fusion foods, corned beef and cabbage eggrolls, soba noodle spaghetti with river fish, and more. The rumor mills are always grinding down in the street, and if someone puts their ear to the pavement they can hear rumblings from the undercity. And the Undercity is where things percolate up.
Derek Cobain is in such a position, and of the mechwarriors of Talon Company, it is Cobain who first notices the graffiti with the seven point red star wearing a seven point gold crown.
This goes largely unworthy of notice, compared to the rabble on the street about locally hot topics. There are people who want Arco San Louis to remain a Federation Free City, and not be connected to any of the national powers that border them. There are people who openly side with Amerikka Command, and they want the entire city to join the AC, be the first reborn American city. And still others have their allegiances to one of the neighboring states. The Great Lakes has the strongest military outside of the Federation, Texas has the most outspoken provincial claim, The free attitude of the city best suits the free politics of the Rocky Mountain Republic, and the cauldron just keeps simmering.
Talon company has other things to consider as well. Coming off of their mission taking out enemy assets in Sector 11, and looking to be involved in a retaliatory strike, they were indeed assigned to the mission, just not in the role they were hoping for. Carlos company was involved in logistics and support for the operation, with the designated role of preventing AC assets from striking at the City Guard as it ran extended patrols. Carlos Company saw zero action throughout the 23 hour mission.
A day after the mission concluded, Talon company was allowed to march in the Victory Parade, but only because their mecha were clean. There are few things more uncomfortable than piloting a mecha while wearing full parade dress uniforms. Most of the squad didn't really know what those things were, but surely they existed out there.
(OOC summary - I do apologize for where I left the game, in lurch, and will strive to keep things moving. Talon company was assigned to a pain in the ass patrol, covering lots of ground, lots of scanning, and not finding anything more interesting than abandoned vehicles, some centuries old, out on the flat, that had long since been stripped for parts. Yes, the CO of Able company had something to do with that. The follow up parade, soviet military style marching mecha and doing aerospace fighter flyovers, was an exercise in biting tongues and formal dress. Dress uniforms, polished shoes, and in the case of the female pilots, full hair and make up. There were several inspections, and compared to the parade march, missions in the field were as well coordinated and planned as children running around on the playground. Everyone should be nice and pissed off by this. Since the parade, Talon Company has been stripped down to four members, with Redshirt and Stormtrooper being reassigned to squads back in their home country of Nigeria. The new fourth is a scruffy looking kid with eyes that look a little too far apart. His name is Cade Gibson, and he keeps to himself.
Discrimination from Able co. CO
Local regional hostilities and sympathies
A potential new gang rising in the city