You gesture for Isela to follow you to Zero's office. He's still seated at the desk when you return once more. With a mechanical bow, he questions, "How can I be of service today, Pheonix?"
"I'm hoping to know what resources we have available."
"Ah. There's an error there -- we still haven't collected enough data. We are still taking count of fuel reserves, weaponry, armor, artillery. So on." Zero explains placidly, looking over at Isela as he speaks, "Its been rather difficult without a general, as the officer corps are difficult to work with on the best of days. We're also still unloading the crafts. I can give you a rough estimate, of course, judging by our current numbers within the fortress city."
You nod, and he launches into a spiel.
"As of our last count of the wounded and injured, we have one hundred, ninety-three thousand, two hundred and thirteen active Crusaders, roughly one-fifth of our total population here. Furthermore, we have fifty-four thousand, one hundred and seventy-two injured Crusaders who are posted to light-duty -- manning the anti-aircraft capabilities that this base posses, organizing the refugees, distributing food, assisting scholars-- so on."
"The Military Doctrine of SEED has always been to make sure that everyone has a sidearm, a rifle, and a knife, with officers and higher-ranking members of the Crusaders possessing Cutter Blades. Our reserve forces, for the most part, are relying on their pistols and are under armored, while all the Active Duty Crusaders are in possession of a full kit."
"We have a large number of hovercraft currently docking in the fortress. We have seventy-three Mark 1 Hornets, which can carry a squad of ten or be outfitted with more weaponry. We have thirty-one Mark 1 Personnel carriers, each capable of carrying one platoon of fifty troops. Sixteen Mark 1 Minor Cargo Ships, which, without modification, can carry roughly four platoons or six thousand tons of cargo. And we have nine Mark 1 Major Cargo Ships, which we have uncomfortably managed to fit fifty-five thousand individuals on in cramped, horrible conditions during the evacuation. As per the Technology Cube, they have a max tonnage of one hundred thousand."
"We're still trying to get an exact count on our fuel supplies, as of today, as our primary priority was evacuation. Suffice to say, by my estimates of not seeing many fuel canisters on the ships, we don't have a lot. Especially since the Thornton evacuation is currently underway."
"Currently the Fortress does not possess any other industry besides the production of foodstuffs; rations. There are a number of available levels, but we would need to secure resources to build any industries on those levels. We still possess the digging and building equipment left over from before, but it too is in need of repairs."
The lead null takes a deep breath, before finally removing a curled up square of heavy-duty paper from the drawer. "And this is our latest map, courtesy of our scouts. The red dot is us."
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