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[xtank5]

A 10 it is!

I thought were were using a D6.

[filiusenox]

A 10 it is!
I thought were were using a D6.

((9))
((Just random org 1-10.))


..."Welcome to Hell!"...
You grab a chaingun out of She'ish's hands and open fire.
The whooshing of the Landscaper deafens you as you repeatedly use it to rip the Huge Tremor into pieces while blowing off any roots that get too close too you with the chaingun.
...Time to fight again...
The Huge Tremor is eventually beat down into a mass of Brown and Green gel.
...The war was one no one was able to win...
Thirteen other Tremors arrive as backup, most likely. They join the Huge Tremor in death.
...Annihilation will be Unavoidable, take as many with you as you can...
You pause to breath but collapse into unconsciousness.

You are now in control of She’ish or another solider.
What do you do?

[V-Norrec]

Quicksave, then drag our fearless, but crazy leader into the center, where it's safe, hope it's quiet for a while, but be ready to shoot down anything that comes this way.

[Weirdsound]

She'ish: Tend to your leg wound while it is quiet.

[filiusenox]

The Probe buries the corpse.

Spoiler: Shar'yar (click to show/hide)

Night has fallen on Shar'yar
Everyone was worried about the dropship being ripped down.
A few miners manage to extract some iron ore.(10 ore)

The Ghant, one of the only ones not utterly stunned by Lori’ca’s  kill rage drags him into the center of the tower and throws him  unto the pile of weaponry.
Six turns pass without much happening.
She'ish tends to the wounded, not that there is many.
Lori’ca wakes up just in time to see a dropship hover above the tower and lower a rope down.
You climb aboard and the ship flies back to the city.
Once the dropship lands in the city, Lori’ca and She'ish walk calmly into a nearby building.

What do you do?

[Tarran]

Try developing a vibration detector that will allow us to see the Tremors coming.

[Weirdsound]

Convert iron stocks into chain guns/ammo. 25% crappy ones, 75% modern versions. Convert parts scavenged from the citadel into an extra-solar communication satellite.

Approach the camp again. From a distance listen in and try to decipher their language.

Name the colonies highest military honor after the soldier who fell in battle against the tremors. Award it to him posthumously. Offer your condolences to any family he had.

[xtank5]

Convert iron stocks into chain guns/ammo. 25% crappy ones, 75% modern versions. Convert parts scavenged from the citadel into an extra-solar communication satellite.

Approach the camp again. From a distance listen in and try to decipher their language.

Name the colonies highest military honour after the soldier who fell in battle against the tremors. Award it to him posthumously. Offer your condolences to any family he had.

Try developing a vibration detector that will allow us to see the Tremors coming.

These plans are excellent.

Though, might I ask what the satellite is for?

[ibot66]

Watchin

[Weirdsound]

Convert iron stocks into chain guns/ammo. 25% crappy ones, 75% modern versions. Convert parts scavenged from the citadel into an extra-solar communication satellite.

Approach the camp again. From a distance listen in and try to decipher their language.

Name the colonies highest military honour after the soldier who fell in battle against the tremors. Award it to him posthumously. Offer your condolences to any family he had.

Try developing a vibration detector that will allow us to see the Tremors coming.

These plans are excellent.

Though, might I ask what the satellite is for?

The satellite is for advertising our colony once we get a foothold. We need to attract migrants and trade once we are strong enough to defend ourselves.

[ibot66]

Do et

[Taricus]

Do It

[filiusenox]

The lightning storm is interfering with the Probe. It sits idle.

Spoiler: Shar'yar (click to show/hide)

 
It is day, it is a bit rainy, occasional lightning strikes crack the sky.
Fifty of your Colonists elect a Lord and demand land, greenhouse kits, and water purifiers.
The lord Luki'Tune, an unsavory individual who skipped out on the draft for the War, demands a meeting with The Lord President.
Your Engineers rig up a Geosynchronous satellite after smelting the ore into Bars(-5 ore)((10/11))
The gunsmiths build some weapons after they smelt the ore down.(-5 ores)(+50 units of crappy weaponry)(+10 regular weaponry)((5/11)
The Satellite is launched much to the rejoicing of the people.((4/11))
The Ghants are protesting the New Clarokian Lord ((3/11)), who is calling them "Nothing more then Cattle." and is also noted as saying "They should be eaten or sent back to their home world, they are too much of a strain on our resources."
The Ghant who helped the dropship- Plop is his name -is leading the protests.
It seems that they do not like any of Luki'Tune's comments.
You manage to invent a small sensor for finding out if Tremors are near. But it requires 1 unit of silicon and 1 unit of copper to build a hundred of them but you have neither.
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After a while, Lori’ca walks out of the building, he announces condolences
 to the small family of Pos'Hum and names a high military honor after him and then gives a few miles of land to them as a gift.
He follows this up by recruiting as many soldiers as possible.
You have an army of thirty experienced soldiers.

[V-Norrec]

Fire the Lord, he sounds like a Jack-ass.  Give the position to Plop as reward for helping the team in the Dropship.  If we can't fire him, then simply lock him away in a closet somewhere until we come up with something better to do with him.  Begin setting up housing units and any of the kits that are not currently set up.

[Weirdsound]

Fire the Lord, he sounds like a Jack-ass.  Give the position to Plop as reward for helping the team in the Dropship.  If we can't fire him, then simply lock him away in a closet somewhere until we come up with something better to do with him.  Begin setting up housing units and any of the kits that are not currently set up.

Give that position to an Alien. Nobody will buy that.

Secretly assure Plop that we will not let the lord do away with the Ghant. Meet with the lord. Assure him that he will get the land and supplies he wants as soon as we begin trading with outsiders so long as his followers behave until then.  Use the satellite to start listening in on transmissions from nearby systems. See if any potential trading partners are out there. Do not make our presence known yet.

Wait until lightning storm subsides. Try to figure out the native language.


Attend meeting with the president and the lord. Play bad cop by informing the lord that any of his supporters who cause trouble will be drafted into your military and made to shut the fuck up. Frankly tell him that you owe the Ghants your life, and that they are not going anywhere.