Picking up the Pieces

Lets just imagine that my alien cat people drained the lake of water before filling it with sea water.

edit: Marine biologists breath a sigh of relief I changed the end a bit :p
 
To: US Missile Command
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

We are receiving your transmission, do you require our assistance?


OOC: Check out the edited post ^
 
To Anyone listening on the Rafiki Frequencies. This is Captain Qarinah of the Letahl. I have been broadcasting a message once a day on these frequency for months. This is my last attempt, one final bid before I shut the long range transmitter down to save power.

The Letahl has crashed deep in the area known to the humans as the Amazon Basin, more or less structurally intact, though too severely damaged to ever fly again. Of the original crew of 130, only 97, including myself, survived the crash. We have supplemented these numbers with humans, most of who are on the brink of starvation. To be honest, we’re not doing much better, though we recently have set up a farm.

If any Xenobiologists are out there listening, we have something interesting to report about the effect the Pheremones all Succubi produce. As well as the proven effect of ingratiating the Lilin with any near us, it has proved to be a huge aphrodisiac among the humans. A population boom is expected.

Please, anyone out there able to respond, We need to know if anyone else is alive out there! If anyone else survived.

Transmission
 
To: The French Empire
From: Nitros of Rouen

We have no need for war, those who commanded us to battle have left, please check the prices of our wares on our stats page. We desperately need money, with the absence of the Rafiki command structure, and are willing to offer you anything you need at a discount since you are so nearby.

To: The French Empire
From: Michel Mercier, Garde des Sceaux

Please send help immediately… hunkered down in an apartment complex near the Seine with surviving members of bureaucracy…. Cyclopses…… Lasers….. Please help.

To: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
From: Fighter Squadron Gamma

We are surviving quite fine, none of us were killed in Operation Ball of Yarn. We deny involvement with such an operation and were not involved. What are you implying? We are better pilots than you, if you poor saps survived then of course we did.

-Captain Sarafina

To: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
From: US Missile Command

Who is this? How did you get this number?

To: The Lilin
From: Leeelah forces in Oakland

We have received your transmission, we have survived, is the war over where you are? Puumon and Nalese groups are carrying out attacks on our group and there are a number of angry humans in California. We require assistance. Do you copy?
 
Freeman asked me a question that I think is relevant enough to warrant a post.

Essentially: Do you need to be introduced to a people to contact them?

The answer is no, if you hear of any group or suspect their presence then you can contact them. Man, the internet still works. Why are you trying to make this so hard on yourself? The more specific you are, even at this point if you are making it up, the more successful you will be.

-

Also if you want to upgrade your militias to soldiers for 1 EP (the cost difference) I have no problem with that.
 
The Leeelah would be a new species so far unintroduced. I put them in because I decided to go for a futurama reference. They are Cyclops ground troops. They are aliens for sure, but I didn't think it was too important to describe them immediately, I understand how it could be confusing and I am sorry for not doing so in the update. They are also occupying Paris. (Yes, if I was really clever I would have made them pilots. On the other hand somebody (not a marine biologist) claimed that his race was 80% of the pilots)
 
To: The Leeelah
From: Captain Qarinah

The war seems to have abandoned our area. We have taken in some humans, and they are peacefully coexisting. We have encountered violence only from a small number of Rogue Ex-Military Humans, but they are not truly a threat. We would gladly take you in, but have no means of getting to you Directly, no providing you with assistance to reach us. If you manage to commandeer a means of transportation, we can promise you food and protection.
 
To: Fighter Squadron Gamma
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

Now is not the time for long dead questions about who is the better pilot my old friend, as it so happens we also don’t have any idea what you mean by this so called 'Operation Ball of Yarn' and had nothing whatsoever to do with it.

It is wonderful to know that you are alive and well. We should join our forces, Free Nalese need to stick together on this Circle forsaken planet.

-

Colonel Simfasa leaned back in his chair with a chuckle, the old joke between Sarafina and himself still displayed on the screen. They had been piloting together for more than two hundred years, and she had always been the better flyer, though Simfasa was the better ace. There was what could only have been a smile, on his furry face as he thought lovingly of Sarafina and waited anxiously for her to reply.

They had only been cubs when they were taken from Nala, though humans would call his years two and fifty and her eight and forty. Yet they were but cubs untrained, young, and afraid far from their homes and family. Soon they bonded closer than siblings, spending every waking moment of free time in each other’s company…

A beep on the console brought Simfasa out of his memory and he looked down to see another incoming reply.

To: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
From: US Missile Command

Who is this? How did you get this number?

The mirth Simfasa had enjoyed from the jokes in Sarafina’s message was wiped away as Simfasa read the message from US Missile Command.

“It seems” Simfasa said to himself “that these humans are far more paranoid than we would have wished” and he began drafting a response attempting to ease the minds of the clearly psychotic humans as US Missile Command.

Simfasa paused for a moment wondering how much he should tell this human, before deciding on the truth.

To: US Missile Command
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

Do you read, US Missile Command? This is Fighter Squadron Epsilon we are responding to your distress call do you need assistance. We have supplies and plenty of food. I repeat this is Fighter Squadron Epsilon responding to YOUR distress call can anyone read me?

-

Simfasa sent the message before listening once again to the incoming message from US Missile Command, the Major’s voice sounded panicky, Simfasa could hear the fear in his voice and the first tendrils of madness creeping from his subconscious to drag him screaming into the depths. Simfasa only hoped that he could help this poor human in time.
 
From: Primm Central Station
To: US Missile Command

Hello? This is John Winters, former US Air Force. Will you stay peaceful and try to help us make Earth a totally human planet again?

From: Primm Central Station
To: Anybody in Southern California, Arizona, and Nevada

This is John Winters. If you want to help make Earth a human planet again, come to Primm, Nevada, near Las Vegas. we can help you survive and prosper.
 
To: US Missile Command
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

Yes there are many survivors from this unnecessary conflict, we have intercepted transmissions from almost every corner of the planet. We come in peace and seek only to live in harmony on this plentiful planet. Unfortunately there seems to have been utter destruction on the far southern continent, some sort of icy apocalypse seems to have destroyed all communications from that area.

Shall we work together to survive?
 
From: US Missile Command
To: Primm Central Station

We copy, good to hear a human voice. Are there enough of us out there to take back the planet? We’ve managed to cripple their space fleet, we’d be glad to help, although the world seems like a pretty grand scheme, maybe you’d be interested in restoring the United States to all of its human glory. Then we can work on the rest of the world.

From: Los Angeles Municipal Empire
To: Primm Central Station

We are trying to retake Southern California in the name of human democracy, are you able to provide support? We are unwilling to emigrate.

From: US Missile Command
To: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

I am open to your offers of assistance, although we do desire for North America to remain a human stronghold, but we understand that your armaments and technology could help us do that.

Don’t worry about Antarctica, it’s always been like that.

-

@bestrfcplayer: sure you don't want to deal with that refugee problem? Or the people raiding near your base?
 
Question:
300 population: will develop a level 4 Economy without any investment

Say I currently have a level 3 economy with 300+ population. If I invest in my economy next turn, will it grow to 5 or 4?

Also, does recruiting soldiers have any affect on your population? What about losing soldiers in battle?
 
if you invest in it it will grow to 5, just like Abbadon's did this turn. The economies grow the turn after you reach that population.

Soldiers don't have any affect on your population, some of your population are probably soldiers, but I'd rather not overthink it.
 
To: US Missile Command
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

The Continent on which we have established ourselves provides more prey for our people and we have no wish to trespass upon your lands. We have technology and supplies which could easily make you the dominate force on your continent.

To: Unknown Fighter Squadron in southern California
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon

This is Fighter Squadron Epsilon calling to any Nalese in the area who can receive this transmission. We are safe and have established ourselves on the continent humans refer to as Australia. We have a safe and protected base and plenty of room to accommodate you, as well as being situated at the northern edge of great plains filled with prey. Come and join us Free Nalese need to work together.
 
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