Update 1: Hello Please DieLog of Overlord IronyOwlThus did our glorious collective, The Human Hive, descend upon the virgin world and, uh, I guess that sounds a bit wrong. Until you add the Greater Good to the mix, at least.
In any case, orbital scanners showed the world as massive, brimming with native life, and experiencing low erosion. Most everything else is fairly middle of the road. The native life might be something of an issue, but the immense size should prevent us from having to deal with those other fools for a while.
((Lack of screenshots brought to you by color weirdness that I thought I'd resolved already, though honestly I hadn't intended on very many in the first place))
ExpansionThe first few years were busy. Our initial base is on a coast, with presumably narrow seas to the north- there's mountains all around, so it can't be very wide. It's quite fertile as well, fortunately. Some daft fool suggested the leader of the Hive name our headquarters The Hive, which is I guess what I get for being surrounded by simple-minded loyalists. Our glorious base shall be named
Synergy.In an incredible stroke of fortune, or as I like to call it planning by our glorious Overlord, the pod right next to Synergy contained the technology for synthmetal, allowing me to take a risk by producing a unit of synthmetal-equipped sentinels instead of a normal scout patrol. I took it, but quickly realized I'd need to leave our existing patrol at home to guard against the unthinkable.
With our sole military unit needed elsewhere, our intrepid colony pod was left to make it southwest on its own, heading for a mountain. It ran into fungus early on, and was forced to detour more west, ending up on the coast. It immediately began producing sentinels of its own, with Synergy's breakthroughs giving it the edge it needed to complete them simultaneously.
DiplomacySomewhere around this time, that bourgeois cur Morgan contacted me. The discussion went something like this:
Morgan: Greeting Overlord IronyOwl. You have always been blah blah blah blah.
IronyOwl: Okay.
Moran: Anyway, sorry but I'm going to murder you all, bye.
IronyOwl: ...
Somehow, on a planet this massive, we're on the same island as that capitalist pig. At least, I hope it's an island; if he just happens to be this close to us
on a main continent, I'm likely going to hurt someone. Other than him, I mean.
Coward that he is, he retreats his pathetic scout as soon as he issues his proclamation. Our scouts move forward and find a base of his, holding position in some nearby rocks. He attacks with even firepower, and is predictably defeated by our rocky fortress.
UncertaintyA few skirmishes later, several things become apparent. The main one is that he now possesses 2/2/1 heavy infantry, while we have no weapons tech to speak of. This makes him dangerous but not insurmountable on the attack, but also means we're unlikely to be able to pry him out of his own bases. He seemed to realize this, and contacted me with an offer of peace. I told him to go to hell, because it's likely we'll need to expand into "his" territory sometime soon. I'm not sure that wasn't a mistake, in retrospect.
In the meantime, I've ordered several formers to improve the land, and our third base, to the east at the mouth of a river, will have sentinels before any of our current ones can reach it anyway. Barring worms or sneaky scouts, it should be secure quite soon. I still need overseers for both bases, and I'll need to consult with some of my less-yes-men to figure out what to do now.
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