Report for duty.
[~] Your mech is receiving the finished repairs as you arrive, the new, thick plate with it's cool-cream colored paint job is a stark contrast to the other sections of gleaming steel and Lokium.
Staying back to help with anything that needed doing on-base, perhaps asking the woman on what she could do.
[~] The woman blinks, brushing her multi-hued hair out her eyes as she flicks your headset back on, speaking into hers for a second, before setting back to work, a pleasant, feminine voice speaking softly yet crisply in your ear.
Assist with fortifying what remains of the underground, in preparation for a large scale attack and breaching of the walls. Captain Artikal is currently directing the efforts. Please report to him."No, that is enough of an explanation. I will return to my duties then."
albert left, and on his way to the office, concentrated on the taks at hand.
Deploy marines and seize the planet. Dreadnought is to be hauled back to Fed base once the planet is secure.
[10 vs 1] Your officers, or one of them, comes up with a brilliant plan, under the cover of night, quickly suppressing all resistance that's hurriedly, and sleepily mustered, the kevlar-plates of the troopers glimmering in the light as they hurry along, the silenced sling of their bullets hissing through the air.
By dawn in the section of the planet, you've gained twenty-nine villages, each surrendering upon being served
Papers of Removal from the Garocony Empire.
Eight Forts fall after mild fire-fighting, your men fighting hard and well against the secessionists, showing the efficient brutality and strength of a Federal-Fighting man...or woman. You lose only a few, due to the surprise tactic, and there's quite of bit of resistance from the formerly cowed populace, thrown rocks, silence, steely gazes. The population lacks the weapons it had before the empire seized it, and they don't dare go up against you with farm implements, not yet.
[8/20 forts seized] {{Vital}}
[29/65 villages seized]{{Secondary, non-vital objective}}
[~] The Dreadnought is hauled back to an area of space near the Planet of Voandrath, carefully searched and double-checked, as well as explored for any systems faults or rigging that could cause an issue.
Continue to the surface as fast as possible without crashing, Try to land near a government ( Or whatever synthetics have ) building. Send a message to my fleet.
Load as many men of the infantry regiments as possible into drop ships and place them on alert ready to launch the moment I signal it and have any fighters and bombers maned and warmed up.( Assuming I have any )
[1][3]
Your ship goes faster than a shuttle should, the pilot avoiding, swerving ducking and rolling around the flak fire, but then he get's a little too close to the ground, the rocky surface of the planet flaring up to meet you.
[6]When you awake, the shuttle is dark, except for a small, tiny bit of light outside, showing the brownish-grey ground.
[2] No matter how many times you try to ping your fleet or send a message, no one replies, so it seems communications are down.
[~] Luckily, your suit still contains plenty of oxygen, enough for three or four days, and the shuttle still seems to be full of it.
2 resources, 2 pop 1 acredit: Build City
3 resources, 1 pop Build orbital defense network. (If special stats are not possible, just count this as a normal fleet )
4 credits: 1 engineer
((The list of buildings seems to be rather limited. What would an orbital sattelite defense network, and a space elevator/ orbital shipyard complex look like? ))
((Pm me thoughts. A shipyard would probably let you cut back on the time, but requires an engineer. And your planet comes with shipyards intact!))
[~] The city is built in Lokium, in the sprawling, jutting, angular type of design that's common in the inner rim.
Emmanuel says good-bye to Bubblegum before leaving and then heads off to fulfill the task assigned to him.
It takes a while but he finds Bubblegum and approaches her, his helmet under his good arm.
He would return.
[5] She gives you a hug and a peck on the cheek, smelling like grease and metal shavings, she looks back at you, giving a wane smile, before hurrying off.
When, and if you get into orbit, you pass Versen who's rushing towards the planet surface, his mech exuding an angry, almost pissed off influence, even as the ball of fire finally clears.
This massive, reptilian creature is covered in mottled blue-black scales, with a protective black shell covering in thick plating where the scales don‘t, smooth and with a mirror-like sheen.
Two sets of arms extend from the sides of this creature, one set with large, gleaming sharp claws, inset with barbed and wicked steel, the other baring two thick cannons that extend unnaturally from the grey-ish pink flesh of it’s skin. On it’s back, manipulated for use, is a set of engines set into the flesh, obviously taken from the prison transport ship, which it flexes and shifts in order to keep it’s propulsion
Along the bridge of the shell, where upper chest plate meets under plastron, is a thick forest of tentacles, some lined with hooked suction cups, some of them ending in long, needle-like barbs, and the rest trifurcating into strange, three-fingered parodies of a Human hand. On the chest plate of the shell across it’s broad torso, is a rough, long scar stretching down. Extending from its armored torso are six massive, tree-trunk legs, large enough to trample several men in a single step, and a long, serpentine neck, atop which sits a black, rectangular head with a serrated beak and eight beady little eyes below thick, chitinous brow ridges. Metal covers scale in places, adding to it’s already thick armor.
It sends out words, gargling, quickly spoken and guttural, sounding like a hundred voices speaking all at once.
DEVOUR. DESTROY. SPREAD.
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