- Hugo
- Franko
- Unknown 4th Masked Wolf Leader
"What do you see Franko? Think HQ got the transmissions?" Franko had a blank expression like he was off in another world, suddenly he struck a pose while lifting the binoculars up to his face
"If the mad can dream, the dead can sing." humming before Hugo could ask what that even meant
"Oh look some of our peacekeeper brothers made it, quite lucky that the storms have let up. Else we may have to go find some bod-sicles. he he-he" letting the binoculars drop to his chest he clapped his hands together in rapid succession and skipped down to the main doors.
As the new arrivals showed up, a mix of green cadets; recruits. And some soldiers of a year or two, all looking mildly uncomfortable due to the cold
"Alright listen up maggots, this ain't a girl scouts summer retreat, far from it. You all are lucky that you got to travel here when it was good, the rest of us had to brave the storm. Most of us didn't survive, and I doubt the lot of you won't live long either here. We already lost quite a few to bugs, and the cold. So don't let your guard down for a second." the nameless lead of the wolves had a clipboard in hand and was taking the names of the new arrivals as he was doing this Franko was inspecting them one by one, sometimes even sniffing them like a dog would and eerily when the list was done he shuffled hopped over and snatched it from the wolf leader's hands and scribbled on it and handing it back, in which he promptly skipped to the mines.
"Ok you six are under Hugo's command, you three with me, the rest of you. Well you've been selected by private Franko, better find him if you can.""Alright everyone, grab a rifle and suit up. As you probably heard it's dangerous out here, more dangerous then where you came from. It's not just the Federation out here, it's bugs too and maybe something else if scans say anything about it. I don't want anyone dying on my watch, if you do I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself, am I understood!" "SIR, YES, SIR!"
Bit short but decided to cut through a whole year of boring time progression, nothing really happened other then one guy died and his body rotted to nothing before I could get a machine to bring him back, so 1 official death.
All three players now have 7 units each in a squad, still arming all of them with guys, might have to buy more kevlar and spectra to complete the combat gear but that will probably be from the traders later on.
Replicators have made roughly 9 units, just got to wait for them to mature.
Lower left room - Replication Chamber
Lower right room - Hospital/temp weapon storage room/temp meeting hall
large middle room - courtyard
-hole in middle room - ice mine and quarry (currently the recyclers and workshops are down there)