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== '''Place:''' Rig #99 == '''Description:''' A sprawling oil rig built decades ago, visible off the coast. Rig #99, also called "the Niner" by locals, never made much money. Rumor has it that the geological surveys were doctored in order to scam investors out of their money. The result was a state-of-the art multi-platform rig with nothing to do. In the early 70s, it was the site of a colossal battle between the Cometeers and the Sultan of Salt - a nefarious ocean elemental-bot who was using the rig as a base of operations for its minions. Today, the Niner is a popular spot for kids to boat out to, though the platform itself is inaccessible from the water without specialized equipment. Even if one could make it onto the rig's main deck, they'd find its gigantic doors welded shut. The rig has many decks behind those doors, several even extending below the surface of the water. Rumor has it that the Sultan of Salt abandoned many mechanical and occult marvels there, locked away after its climactic battle with the Cometeers. '''Aspects:''' ''Watch your step.'' ''A great battle was fought here.'' ''Nothing is locked away without good reason.'' '''People:''' Captain Seamus Tibbins Captain Tibbins is an old-timer who runs a tour boat out from the North Fairland docks. He takes visitors along the coast, showing them all the new marvels that the city's boom has brought with it. He makes a decent living contracting with various firms who recruit eager young graduates from all over the country. Running the Tibbins Tour-tastic Tide Trip is a little demeaning for a man who was once a member the Sultan's elite Spray Squad, but a lifetime of monitored parole is better than jail, and at least he gets to stay on the water. Still... there are nights when he swears he can hear something coming from the old rig. A signal? He hasn't dared to turn on the battered old communications device he has hidden in the hull of his boat. Not yet. Because he's a changed man. Not yet. A reformed man. Maybe tomorrow. '''Qualities:''' ''Saltwater veins.'' ''The sea doesn't forget, and neither do I.'' ''Oh aye, I've seen things. Dark things.''
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