Corruption:
Corruption is subtracted from your economy. I want to list it separately for the sake of complete upfront records, but the total amount you have to spend will be the first number in your Economy. When your population starts growing, and your economy is reaching fruition, it’s something you might have to worry about. But at the start of the game it won’t be too much trouble. Let’s say you decide to play as a colonel and his division claiming the right to reunite Liberia. Nation States receive extra corruption, as do players who start in Africa. On the first turn this double whammy would amount to probably 1 Corruption. That number would grow, yes, and having 1 corruption on the first turn is not the norm, unless your population starts very high.
Reputation:
Your reputation is a statistic that determines how outsiders treat your group. A high reputation will draw civilians into your group, who will grow your economy slowly, but without any direct effort on your part. A low reputation number will mean that your convoys encounter frequent resistance when exploring and scavenging. Everything you do affects your reputation in some way or another, but you have to have a well developed reputation to have an economy larger than 15. A well developed reputation can either be over 20, at which point rogue groups respect you enough not to attack your encampments, or under -20. Dealing with civilians outside of your headquarters zone, they subtract 5 from your reputation.
EDIT Questions
How many orders in?
Do you get a standard rep increase when a group joins your own? Does it depend on the joining group?
Well, I'm working on the update right now. I have 4 of those orders translated into Update-talk. I have a new Wonder (And I'll post that on Saturday even if I don't update) I have the intro. I also, now, have some stats done.
Very carefully.
So, there are all sorts of mystic variables in place, the weather, the actions of others, who knows what will happen?
"Its not just a tank." Her name was Miyabi. Dressed in her school uniform, now clean & crisp, she marched down the street to were the tank would be. She was a 17 year old teen from Tokyo, who had put together a group of schoolgirls in defense of Tokyo. Once the Yankee Suns came to Tokyo everything changed for the short, raven-haired girl. Her group was trained to be the fighters that were needed for Earth. Equipped with new lasers she was allowed to form her own unit under Yankee Suns command. With the teen group from Tokyo Miyabi created Satsu Onnanoko Kurabu. The Kill Girl Club.
"It's a homegrown Type 10!" Miyabi came to a dead stop with a excited look on her face. She turned to look up at her companion, Professor Peggy, top researcher for the Yankee Suns. Her black lab coat now grey with dust from the street. "Its a top of the line main battle tank. There is only 13 in the world."
"Well, so what?" Professor Peggy said as she continued walking & reading from a file on her ever present clipboard. She was more interested in space goo.
"It has a prototype 120mm L44 smoothbore autoloader cannon." Catching up beside Professor Peggy, she extended her arms creating a triangle with her fingers. She targeted a destoryed car. "Boomaaaa".
The tank was located inside a storefront that extended out into the street. This gave the commander 3 lines of fire down the streets. The trouble was the Ukabu Ika didn't need streets. The Ukabu Ika tentacles had swarmed down the stores sides & through the destroyed windows. The commander had made the mistake of not closing his hatch.
"All we know now is that it runs." Peggy slipped the clipboard in a newly sown pocket on the back of her lab coat. The pocket gave 2 advantages. One, she could carry the clipboard in a out of the way place. The second was it gave her support for her back support for her massive bazooms. "Doesn't move but runs." Taking out the hyperspanner from her sash. "There is space goo all over the inside that is hampering the repairs to the electronics." She held the alien device out for Miyabi to see clearly. "But with the hyperspanner here & having studied the Nano-crystal steel armor of the Type 10." Professor Peggy winked at Miyabi. "We hope to change the space goo into a brittle dry form."
"Its just Ikabu sweat you know." Miyabi knew all about the space goo. It was as thick as American maple syrup & sticky as the most sticky candy. She had seen her schoolmates glued to walls & floors with the stuff. She had seen it so many times, she had figured out that it wasn't even a Ikabu Ika weapon. "Just a cooling liquid secreted from small cups on their tentacles."
"No I didn't know that." Professor Peggy screamed very excitedly. She swirled around & grabbed Miyabi in a hug, burying her head between her huge breasts. Her feet a foot off the ground. "This changes everything."
Hey, Skilord, This is probably asking alot, and may not be worth it for you, but it may be interesting to have, somewhere on the first page, a list of the Alien Species that have been Mentioned so far, plus a short description. would help with stories.
We have been offered a very lucarative deal by the Rafiki of Command Group 3.82, they are offering us Alien Technologies if we are willing to offer you our Naval Craft this turn in the hopes that you will be able to send troops to assist them.
We are sure the Rafiki will be willing to reward you greatly for this assistance.
Three French merchants enter Vichy. They are carring various goods and trinkits amoungst each other, such as food, recreational goods, and... firearms and propaganda posters? The city is crawling with hostile Leelah, still bitter over their defeat in Paris. But these are just simple merchants, right? The few remaining humans can't possibly harm them, so let them have their silly goods.
On simple observation, this would be correct. Produce from up north was the main seller, for fresh food for humans was much more scarce down here in Leelah county. Also, a couple of books wee seen exchanged from the merchants to the people. Other, less important goods were sold in between. Every time something was sold, they said something about a night sale, for not everything was up yet. By the time of night, most of the wares were gone, but not a single poster or gun was even shown. The three merchants headed for an abandoned building, and decided to camp out for the night there.
A few locals who through the force of will stayed up went to the merchants for the "night sale", mostly thinking it was recrational drugs. Instead, they saw the old guns and rolled up posters. "Uh, where's the weed?", asked one dissapointed customer. "Ah, we have better stuff than weed here. For we are selling the power of the human mind, which will triumph over all". By now, the locals were all confused, so another merchant pipped in. "What my friend here is trying to say here is that you are all probably tired of those a-hole Leelahs bossing you around and reaping all the benifiets". Cries of "Yes", "Damn Straight", and other words comfirming approval of what he said was heard. "Well, we sent by France to change that. These posters, well, let me have my friend over there show you one or two".
The third merchant unrolled a poster. It featured a soldier holding a blood-stained Francisca, a symbol of Vichy-ruled France, standing on top of a decapitated Leelah's corspe. The words "Overthrow the tryant" are featured on the poster. A second poster was unrolled to feature a giant eagle with sword in beak, gaurding a stylized city (Assumed to be Vichy). There, the Latin phrase "Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem" ("By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty" in English) was written
The second merchant took over again, saying, "That is our goal here. To help with your own revolution. These guns here, they are considered old by France. However, before the alien invasion, these would had been considered top quality". He quickly points to the FAMASes and continues, "Now, we adopted laser technology. Stronger and the clips are reusable, although they need to be recharged after combat. But that's beyond the point here. The point is that these are now yours, along with the posters. We are not here to try to profit off of your freedom. Take them, distribute them, and overthrow those Leelahs. We'll all be gone by morning, before the stupid Leelahs finally realize who they let inside. Good luck and godspeed".
True to their word, they were gone by sunrise. So what if they didn't sell everything? Everything important was sold anyways, and they made some nice money in the process. But the revolution was the only thing they needed to sell, anyways. Everything else was extra.
Spoiler:
Name: Emperor Guillaume Bonaparte / 3rd French Empire (Omega124)
Species: Human
Role/Organizational Structure: Nation State
Population: 3,316
Economy: 9/4
Corruption: 1
Reputation: 19
Fuel: 5
Technologies:
Automobiles, Personal Electronics, Firearms, Jets, Satellites, Heavy Ordinance, Naval Operation, Rocketry, Laser Armaments, Plasma Weapons (0/6), ET Utility Tools (0/2)
Troops/Encampments: 2 Soldiers/ 5 Firearms, 3 Lasers, 4 Plasma Rifle, 2 Jets/ 10 Computers, 9 Automobiles, Satellite, 1 ET Uplink
Spoiler:
City of Caen
-Farm (1)
-1 Soldier
City of Paris
-Courthouse
-1 Soldier
City of Rouen
-No Buildings
-1 Soldier
City of Tours
-Farm (3)
-1 Militia
Dedicate four computers to Machu Picchu to try to relocate Giza Neter, and none to Venice.
In Caen, build a power plant and a fuel depot.
As according to spoiler, send some firearms to humans in Vichy to help them fire up a revolution.
To: Dublin
From: TFE
As much as we love to, we have no navy right now, and when I consult with my lazy admirials, they say, "Well, there isn't anything in those so-called "rules" you gave me that even authorizes me to make ships, let alone to use them". So, sadly nothing we can do there.
To: Nameur
From: TFE
Welcome to France.
To: Venice
From: TFE
Until you explain to me what the hell you're going to do with them in plain French (English, SKILORD ), we not giving you a computer, let alone eight. "Not Porn", nor rambling about secret identities, is not a valid respose.
To: Kiev
From: TFE
No, there is nothing you could give us, but thank you for your offer. Anything you need?
No, we were offering you the use of our own naval vessel for this mission. The Rafiki have promised to pay us (Dublin) to help you (TFE) help them (Rafiki Command Group 3.82). Of course you don't have any boats, you haven't taken control of any ports yet, if you don't have any encampments near water we would not assume that either you had boats or that your Admirals would be very good.
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To: TFE
From: Venice
Pour porno (English Translation: They've been lying about what they wanted to use it for so far.)
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To: TFE
From: Kiev
Our main concern is to reunite the Ukranian People and remove any capacity Russia has ever had to interfere with their lives. We are also somewhat concerned about the Serbians, which is more troublesome since these Serbs have already organized into a group and are attacking my Communist Brothers in Doboj. The Russians have not yet united along their fierce desire to subject Kiev to their rule, but don't underestimate them! They are always thinking about it. If you could help us investigate what's going on in Russia we would appreciate it.
Damn Cossacks.
And yes, Communist Nationalist Ukranians, I know they are weird.
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Also, it seems some alien types are all over the place, not a single isolated colony of survivors?
I suppose this is most relevant for the Ukabu Ika. They probably should have stayed in Japan.
But the explanation, from a story perspective, would be this:
For the most part the Rafiki worked to avoid too much emphasis on race. Races might have been specialized to do a task but they would be constantly working in tandem with each other. You may be a Battalion of Puumon, but there is no "Puumon Army" that Battalion works with Leelah and Succubi Battalions, each performing their specialized tasks to take over a region.
If there was a visible leader of any race as a whole, someone who didn't report to three different officers, each a different species, there would be factionalism in the Horde.
It didn't last forever, but it worked pretty well for eons.
“So, Juan always had this crazy plan for cleaning up the Gulf,” the longhaired man says, his dirty, near dreadlocks hang over the front of his shirt, which depicts the planet with some maternal terminology below it.
The other man nods, and the longhaired one continues speaking.
“But he needed, like, a deepwater rig or some other sort of semi-stable structure to build it on, this was some heavy equipment and the boats weren’t going to be able to sit there while they operated.”
“Look, I’m not interested in the history of this place, I just want my Fuel.”
The longhaired man shakes his head, “Well it takes some time for them to refine the stuff, but we’re just basically filtering the water. What you are trying to buy, that’s the stuff we’re cleaning out of the water, put it through some refining processes, try to fund our advances.”
“Look I’m sure you have a very exciting philosophy, but I really don’t care.”
“Well, when the Status Quo fell apart, Juan says to me, let’s go take over the Deepwater Horizon rig, turn it all on its head.”
“Is it done pumping?”
“Not yet, anyways, so we come out here, kick out the technicians, start building our machine, calling in volunteers from all over the country, though I guess Country is an exaggeration now.”
“Yep, just a bunch of people who need oil.”
“Yep, and all their rebuilding, well, this isn’t the greenest option, but it’s a start.”
“Well, you’re cleaning up the Gulf,” the fuel has finished pumping, the man is getting back on his boat, looking warily at the hippie.
“Yeah, it’s a messed up world. Greenpeace resorts to peddling petrochemicals to put food in mouths out here.”
But the other man does not care, the Greenpeace guy keeps wondering. As the boat roars off into the Gulf, noone has to listen to him anymore. Juan, certainly, has had enough of that particular line of questioning.
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The Deepwater Horizon Rig is now producing 2 Fuel a turn as it cleans up the Gulf. The Greenpeace volunteers who man the efforts have no concern for any religious affiliations.
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The Update will not be posted today. It will be posted either a) when I get all the orders or b) Next Saturday.
Tsierik-Lufor Khaz-Dio clenched his claws repeatedly in frustration.
So the plans Zeta Wing held have been destroyed, along with all of the digital backups.
Correct, Wing Commander.
Very well, we shall return to our initial plan of returning the Scafiri. This is a frustrating setback, but nothing that cannot be overcome. Our efforts will resume working towards the repair of an existing carrier. Make not that we may be able to use the newly-discovered crash site to provide us with spare parts for the repair of our own vessel, or vice versa depending on their relative states of disrepair.
Itll be done.
Tsierik dismissed his soldier, and enjoyed a few minutes to reflect. Karakul base was a grand spire, constantly growing and expanding. With its antigravity generators, it was a small, pleasant island of habitability in an otherwise inhospitable world. It was fortunate, in some ways, that the Scafiri had crashed here, dry and rocky terrain was about as close as he would get to his native environment without actually going off-planet, which remained a frustrating impossibility. A handful of fighters lacked the range and capacity needed to transport a whole wing and its equipment across interstellar space. Pondering a return to the void between the worlds, the Commanders thoughts drifted to several of the intermediate steps between the present and the destination.
Debates had been growing amongst the ranks. Discussion was always common amongst the Tourliski, usually resulting in polite agreeing to disagree, and lately it had revolved primarily around the natives. Tsierik had to confess that the locals were useful- they were strong, dextrous and disturbingly intelligent. More importantly, they were willing to work for Omicron Wing in exchange for simple protection, and the Tourliski had to admit that almost anyone seemed to be more pleasant when you werent actively fighting them.
But in discussion, some were expressing uncertainty about the unequal treatment of the Human species. By the old doctrine, they would have been incorporated into the Conglomerate, and held as equals in rank. Of course, equals in rank are not necessarily equals in importance. Tsierik had always been of the opinion that the Tourliski had held a more critical role in the Conglomerate as pilots and captains of the great carriers and fighters, than, for example, the Leelah.
Regardless, the humans did seem reasonable enough when they were on your side, or at least those within the protection zone were. Other humans fit more clearly into the position of irritations and little better. Tsierik had been very impressed by the volunteers for the abortive mission to acquire a hyperspanner from the South African humans.
Perhaps it would be better to form more positive and egalitarian relationships with the humans. Although power, in the form of technology, currently rested heavily in the hands of the forces of the former Conglomerate, Tsieriks failure to prevent the dissemination of Conglomerate Technology made it clear clear that this advantage would not last forever. Ultimately, the humans would gain control of essentially all of the offworlder technologies, and then they would nullify all of the remaining advantages of the Tourliski and other assorted races. What then would be done? Would he have to ally with the humans? Would and could he resurrect the Conglomerate? How would its new structure work? Would it even be worth doing?
Of course, that brought into question the very purpose of Omicron Wing as a continuing organization. While the goal of getting back into space was clear, the reasons for doing so and the means of achieving this were varied. Tsierik suspected that he could simply cordon off a small area of the planet, collect the requisite materials and raid around for enough equipment and schematics (Tsierik inwardly cursed the perfidy of the Rafiki, for their sabotage the carrier plans held by Zeta Wing). However, if he reconstructed the Scafiri with this method, he could return to space with... what? A single carrier? What could one do with a single carrier? You cannot defeat anything but the most primitive of planets with such a force. Perhaps a force in space could be used as leverage over the Earthbound forces? Perhaps they could reunite the old Conglomerate and finish the job on Earth. Maybe the humans would be willing to help them get off the world. If Omicron Wing and its cohort left Earth with a rebuilt or much more powerful fleet, they could gather up the scattered forces and resume business as usual.
Of course, this brought into question just why they had to keep on moving, sequentially harvesting the resources of each system they encountered. Perhaps several centuries of Rafiki rule had established nomadicism in the minds of the Tourliski as the only sustainable form of advanced civilization, causing them to disregard the possibility of stationary living through reduced production and resource use.
It was because of this sort of pondering that the Tourliski tend to take a great deal of time to carry out anything but the most immediate of plans.
Tsierik gave one more look out over the view from Karakul base, then began to descend back down the spire. A few moments of time to himself was all the luxury that he could afford as the commander of a burgeoning organization such as Omicron Wing.
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), we not giving you a computer, let alone eight. "Not Porn", nor rambling about secret identities, is not a valid respose.
