Here in New Oslo things are fairly quiet. Everyone needs our services to hire all these off-world mercs and receive their support and instructions from beyond the stars so mostly we re left alone. Just to be on the safe side we ve forged agreements with the local police, militia units, the CPP and the Shipper s Guild. If the brown stuff hits the rotary oscillator it gives us support units we can call on. Representatives from all the parties squabbling over this blue-green paradise can be found buzzing round the outdoor cafes and the tapbars making deals and spying on each other.
Planetary communication is spotty at best.
All the satellites got toasted early so tower relays are required to send signals very far. In fact, a good amount of the fighting is over the most strategically located tower islands. The recharge station communicates with us when we re aligned right but obviously at a long time delay. A few government officials managed to get there somehow and call themselves the Government in Exile but as far as I can tell no one is paying any attention to them. The station itself is owned and operated by a multi-house conglomerate.