thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Just me misreading the name.
Picking up the Pieces
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Yeah, that was the Carrier going to the planet for whatever mission your race was doing, before being shot down.
SKILORD
Insurgent
Let's call this the 28 hour warning.
Blaze Injun
Night Radio KYSE
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Hey,
OOC
Is this setting year this year or 5, 10 years in the future. This would be for Human military craft & civilian transportation.
Alien Players can make up what ever configuration they choose & I want a basis for us Human Players.
Blaze Injun
OOC
Is this setting year this year or 5, 10 years in the future. This would be for Human military craft & civilian transportation.
Alien Players can make up what ever configuration they choose & I want a basis for us Human Players.
Blaze Injun
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
PM'd my orders.
SKILORD
Insurgent
Update 0 is February of 2013, Eleven weeks after the beginning of the invasion. Each update covers 2 months.
Yes, the Mayans knew it was coming. But more on that later, all the Ancient Aliens connections will come out, there was more than one problem with the Rafiki invasion of Earth.
Yes, the Mayans knew it was coming. But more on that later, all the Ancient Aliens connections will come out, there was more than one problem with the Rafiki invasion of Earth.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Spoiler Third French Empire EXTREMELY BASIC Orders :
Freemanuncg
Warlord
They call them Kangaroos.
The Nalese tech cut the uplink and bounded from his chair to report to the Colonel.
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As far as I can tell the tech nav, Mr. Mistoffelees, told Colonel Simfasa the humans call this landmass Australia as our sensors revealed the landmass is not connected to any of the other landmasses and my research shows that the governing body were independent of all the major powers of the planet. I doubt anyone knows were even here yet
Well that will change soon Simfasa interrupted We need friends on this Circle forsaken rock.
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With a mighty pull the Nalese pilot wrenched the access port open, and he and the other troops entered through the small port hole.
It was dark and cold within the deserted corridors of the Makuna Hatata, the Nalese soldiers. The pads of the Nalese made almost no sound as they began to explore the corridors which had for so many years rang with the tapping of hard boots on the shining metallic floors.
At each door along the corridor they tugged open the doors and searched each room, many containing the Rafiki dead. Their lives had been extinguished when the Nalese had crippled the ship and ruptured the airlocks, suffocating at their posts when the atmosphere was sucked from the ship. Mutilated corpses hung from some the air vents in what should have been airtight quarters; killed when the laser fire from the Nalese fighters ripped through the life support systems and all fail-safes were destroyed.
At each
The Nalese spent weeks scavenging the ship and looking for supplies and undamaged systems throughout the Makuna Hatata.
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Lines of code ran across the screen as Colonel Simfasa sat at the computer terminal. Within a few minutes the highly trained commander had accessed the connection to the uplink. He began to peruse the terabytes of information available, looking for the tell-tale cyclical programming created and used by free members of the Circle.
He had only been searching for a few moments when an incoming signal popped up on his screen Find Love Today: Click here to stay on this page Click Here to leave this Page Simfasa stared at the page for a long moment slightly confused. The terminal translated the words on the page and the Colonel stared at the page for another long moment, slightly confused before clicking to close the page. After closing several more pages asking whether he wanted to leave the page or not he continued to search for the codes that would identify another computer user as a member of the Circle.
Before long a blinking light on the screen indicated an incoming message.
The Circle taught the Nalese mercy, and these were innocent victims like the Nalese themselves. Simfasa drafted a response and sent it to the Tourliski Wing Commander.
Commander Tsierik-Lufor Khaz-Dio of Omicron Wing we have received your distress call, we have enough fighters to help you evacuate however we are stuck on the planet as well. Our sensors show that there are no ships remaining in orbit. Do you require our assistance?
The Nalese tech cut the uplink and bounded from his chair to report to the Colonel.
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As far as I can tell the tech nav, Mr. Mistoffelees, told Colonel Simfasa the humans call this landmass Australia as our sensors revealed the landmass is not connected to any of the other landmasses and my research shows that the governing body were independent of all the major powers of the planet. I doubt anyone knows were even here yet
Well that will change soon Simfasa interrupted We need friends on this Circle forsaken rock.
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With a mighty pull the Nalese pilot wrenched the access port open, and he and the other troops entered through the small port hole.
It was dark and cold within the deserted corridors of the Makuna Hatata, the Nalese soldiers. The pads of the Nalese made almost no sound as they began to explore the corridors which had for so many years rang with the tapping of hard boots on the shining metallic floors.
At each door along the corridor they tugged open the doors and searched each room, many containing the Rafiki dead. Their lives had been extinguished when the Nalese had crippled the ship and ruptured the airlocks, suffocating at their posts when the atmosphere was sucked from the ship. Mutilated corpses hung from some the air vents in what should have been airtight quarters; killed when the laser fire from the Nalese fighters ripped through the life support systems and all fail-safes were destroyed.
At each
The Nalese spent weeks scavenging the ship and looking for supplies and undamaged systems throughout the Makuna Hatata.
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Lines of code ran across the screen as Colonel Simfasa sat at the computer terminal. Within a few minutes the highly trained commander had accessed the connection to the uplink. He began to peruse the terabytes of information available, looking for the tell-tale cyclical programming created and used by free members of the Circle.
He had only been searching for a few moments when an incoming signal popped up on his screen Find Love Today: Click here to stay on this page Click Here to leave this Page Simfasa stared at the page for a long moment slightly confused. The terminal translated the words on the page and the Colonel stared at the page for another long moment, slightly confused before clicking to close the page. After closing several more pages asking whether he wanted to leave the page or not he continued to search for the codes that would identify another computer user as a member of the Circle.
Before long a blinking light on the screen indicated an incoming message.
The Circle taught the Nalese mercy, and these were innocent victims like the Nalese themselves. Simfasa drafted a response and sent it to the Tourliski Wing Commander.
Commander Tsierik-Lufor Khaz-Dio of Omicron Wing we have received your distress call, we have enough fighters to help you evacuate however we are stuck on the planet as well. Our sensors show that there are no ships remaining in orbit. Do you require our assistance?
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
The Beeping light of an incoming message was what roused Captain Qarinah from her unconscious state. The flashing red of various emergency was the only light visible, and the air was thick with smoke. She coughed once, then pressed the button to listen to the message.
Pressing the reply button, she sent out a wide range signal, accessible to all Former Rafiki Units. "This is the Captain Qarinah of the Letahl. We have crashed in an unkown location, likely somewhere on the Continent the Natives call South America. Requesting any and all assistance from capable units. This ship is heavily damaged, and will be unable to take off. I had, before the crash, a hundred Lilin infiltrators aboard, but I don't know how many have survived. Please, anyone out there, we need help."
SKILORD
Insurgent
Update 1: April 2013, 21 Weeks since the Invasion
Update Soundtrack: Dions The Wanderer, and Immortal Techniques Point of No Return
Corruption Threshold: 400
Thunder rolls in the skies above Cottbus. The Wanderer frowns, no grazing for the horse tonight, it will push back his schedule tomorrow. Which is fine, he supposes, he is the Wanderer, he isnt going anywhere specific, he has no timeline.
Cottbus is too small a town to have deserved the destruction that it received. Complete demolition, the few homes that still stood are deserted and so he invites the horse indoors to try to find any grains or fruits.
When the horse had satisfied itself with old sugar and the few apples they had been able to scrounge out of the town the Wanderer patted it on the head and tied it outdoors.
The horse need not witness this.
With his dearest companion safe outside the Wanderer returns to the house, sits on the couch, and removes his tinfoil helmet.
In the human networks the first thing he notices is something distinctly alien.
Artificial Intelligence is going to behave much as he will, try the same techniques as a clever human. The Wanderer knows this, but he is also faster, and he is also, now, deeply familiar with the terrain. The Rafiki virus is still trying to overload his signal with weak denial of service attacks, only testing him, seeing what he is capable of. What his defenses are.
The Wanderer has almost no defenses, he just reroutes the signal and reroutes the signal. The Rafiki continues to probe. The human has already found and eliminated the backup locations; he is setting temporary randomized passwords and write protecting huge sections of disk space.
His own signal is less simple to track, bounced everywhere. But it is not impossible and the AI is, the Wanderer admits, quite cunning. The Rafiki coding has accessed the Wanderers own database, he realizes, the virus is in his head now.
Fine, he launches his first assault on the virus, deleting random chunks of code, corrupting its core files.
The virus responds in kind, but soon it is disappointed.
What passes for code in this strange humans mind, the operating system is already totally corrupt; every file has already been scrambled. The virus can do nothing that the mind control rays hadnt already done a dozen times over.
But also, the program is clearly outmatched. This man is the Wanderer, he is everywhere and he sees all. He has foreseen the weaknesses as they were foretold in the code.
Which is the final dark realization that the virus makes before it disappears forever.
Safety for now, the Wanderer nods. Now to more important matters.
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In the Deep Jungles of the Amazon River the Wanderer can see a small group of Succubi, fled as far from the grasp of the Rafiki as they could manage. In the isolation of the rainforest they sent out their troops along the river and devoted the others to setting up a small farm.
The two troops, armed with lasers, encountered three separate militias, one of whom retreated and the other two of which were destroyed by the alien troops. Going through their goods the soldiers were able to scavenge 3 units worth of firearms, and 3 Fuel. An abandoned unit of lasers was also found near the riverbank. It was determined that these militias were former members of the Brazilian Military Police. These militias had been terrorizing many of the groups in the Amazon and their defeat greatly impressed the native humans.
But when the first groups arrived at Seduction Base and were offered a freshly grown Spood [Rafiki Files Database: Spoods are a fast growing root vegetable rich in nutrients popular among carbon based land troops] they were significantly impressed with this new group and their delicious food and many have sought to join the Lilin, although they were not inclined to worship them as Gods. Heavy use of pheromones to influence humans has been effective, but has also resulted in a frenzy of breeding which could threaten productivity.
The natives who have joined the Lilin warn them that there are more MPs in the jungle and along the river, although they are unable to describe the exact location of the headquarters.
(+220 Population, +3 Reputation, +3 Firearms, +1 Laser, +3 Fuel, +1 Farm)
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Thousands of miles away the satellites and networks dragged his attention to a gang of humans in Okinawa.
There was a great deal of damage done to Okinawa during the invasion, the military bases were all heavily targeted, and every fuel depot that has been found was destroyed. By sending out men to assist the local population the Yankee Suns gained a great deal of influence with them. Clearly they were the people with the good ideas who were trying to help rebuild and virtually the entire population of Okinawa now affiliates themselves with the Yankee Suns.
This also made their scavenging much more effective; already assisted by computers they also gained the insight of employees and neighbors. They were able to locate 8 Fuel, but 3 of them could not be recovered due to the lack of a Fuel Depot to store the excess, 2 new computers were added to the collection. In addition to a new group of militia from the Yankee Suns own numbers, a group of soldiers who survived the Rafiki war has also joined the Yankee Suns and brought with them a unit of lasers recovered from a deployment on mainland Asia. The group was also able to identify an Armed Naval Transport that survived the war moored in Kinbo bay, although this was discovered remotely and the ship has not been recovered. A Jet was recovered from a Japanese Antiaircraft training facility.
There is no Alien hardware on Okinawa except for the single imported laser. Ominous reports are coming from the video cameras that still operate in Tokyo, which seems to be infested with floating squid-like aliens with many tentacles, who appear unarmed, but are terrorizing the local schoolgirls. A camera in Yokohama seems to show a great deal of their gear, which seems to have been abandoned unguarded in favor of pursuing Tokyos schoolgirls who, at this point, just dont have a change of clothes or else they would wear something less conspicuous.
(+260 population, +2 Reputation, +1 Jet, +1 Soldier, +1 Militia, +1 Laser, +5 Fuel, +2 Computers)
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The Wanderers vision turned to South Africa, where he found a diamond corporation growing their numbers and establishing themselves as a dominant political power in the remains of that nation.
The soldiers they sent on expedition made it as far as Klerksdorp before they had to turn back. They complained a great deal about travelling on foot, but returned with 4 units of fuel to help future expeditions move further. They also have been given some samples of the Aliens Plasma weapons and 3 salvaged computers. They did not encounter any resistance on the way to Klerksdorp, but they have heard some terrible rumors about Johannesburg regarding aliens and humans fighting for the city door to door. The Human commander in Johannesburg is a man named Carlo Gagiano who claims to know a thing or two about the operation of plasma weapons, but requires support to retake Johannesburg from the alien scourge, a man in Klerksdorp insisted that the commander of the DeBeers soldiers take the number for a secure line to the Johannesburg resistance directly to the office of Cecil Rhodes along with the Plasma weapons that were provided.
Recruitment was very successful by offering jobs, security and stability, it turned out to be an opportunity without a lot of competition in the area at the moment.
(+230 population, +1 Reputation, +2 Plasma Weapons, +4 Fuel, +3 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The frequencies of the Wanderer found their way to Rio De Janeiro, where the Script Kiddies found their Economy growing at an extremely rapid rate. With an already burgeoning population growing their economy further investments were made to grow it by two levels.
Within Rio the Script Kiddies were extremely successful, their scouts found 6 Fuel in the Petrobras and in the Organizações Globo headquarters they found 2 units of lasers, and a functioning, but un-launched satellite. Because they lacked a Fuel Depot they were only able to recover 5 of the Fuel. The current militias cannot learn to operate the lasers effectively, so properly trained soldiers will be required to utilize them to their full extent.
Outside of Rio, in their internet communications, the Script Kiddies were less successful. Although they were unable to found a new settlement in Africa as they hoped, since few on that continent considered their reputation high enough to respect. They did make at least one good connection in Africa in an extremely similar group of computer engineers from the University of Alexandria. These students and their faculty were enthusiastic about the promise of the Script Kiddies and swore to assist them in any way possible, but were also not impressed enough by their reputation to directly affiliate themselves with the faction at this point and would be glad to reconsider if they felt like the allegiance would make them safer and more powerful.
Within South America their reputation was greatly bolstered by the growth in their economy and a large number of former street children and orphans have sought to join the group in order to make money. Although 98 civilians have joined the group this turn, another 585 remain outside the gates of Rio University demanding admission. The professors from the MBA program have repeatedly emphasized to Zi<o that adding such a large percentage of people to their group would slow down their economy due to corruption.
(+98 Population, +2 Economic Levels, +3 Reputation, +2 Lasers, +5 Fuel, +1 Satellite (ul), +3 Computers)
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The Wanderer first learned of the Epsilon Squadron through his casual journeys through the human internet where their leader had posted the following personal ad. Like many naïve individuals before him he had fled to the social networks in search of allies on this forsaken rock. According to the latest numbers the group has not been successful in reaching friendly outside groups through the human internet at this point.
One signal was received, although not on the myspace. On a frequency reserved for Circle communications the Nalese repeatedly received messages to the effect of Play now? and fish? The Nalese have no idea from where or from whom these messages are originating.
Around the crash site Simfasa and his squadron were able to recover (and heal) a wounded Nalese Soldier who gladly joined their faction. Within the ship another 2 ET Uplinks and 3 units of Lasers were also found. 2 Units of Fuel were found in an abandoned pride of silent, immobile metallic creatures near the lake.
(+5 Population, +1 Economic Level, +9 Reputation, +1 Soldier, +3 Lasers, +2 ET Uplinks +2 Fuel, +3 Automobiles)
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The actions of the Nitros did not go unnoticed by the satellites and electronics watched by the Wanderer. The land troops in Mexico, still frustrated with their abandonment, lashed out violently in every direction, looking for human foodstuffs and people who knew how to prepare them.
The most successful unit, a laser equipped soldier, did manage to seize a pair of human cooks from a local airfield, where they also recovered a human jet. The resistance was minimal; many of the humans seemed confused by their aggression, claiming that many of the visitors in the region had been much friendlier.
On their way back to the base, for instance, these troops found the apparent site of a battlefield, littered with weapons but not with bodies. 3 units of Firearms and a unit of Lasers were recovered along with a marker that sanctified the site, (written in Spanish but translated using the Rafiki database) reading:
Here on the Field of St. Mary did two armies of common faiths, long separated by space but united by God Almighty, The Eye who Sees All Things. And here, when they knew that, they laid down their arms and sought the path of peace together, in brotherhood, for the sake of all living creatures. Although no further explanation of the battle site was available many Nitros suspect that a mind control ray would be able to explain this sort of thing. No Mind control ray was found at the site.
Other, more belligerent units of soldiers had less success. A group of militia murdered the unarmed soldiers before retreating, leaving the better equipped groups chasing shadows for most of the turn. By the time they returned to the base they discovered that their undefended home encampment had been raided by an organization known as the Cartel del Golfo who murdered some civilians, stole all the spam, and left the group in general disarray.
Many members of the Nitros believe that their leaders recent decisions have been caused by his overeating of, possibly spoiled, human processed meats. Because of the humiliation of recent military defeats they are considering joining a cartel.
(+1 Economic Level, -8 Population, -1 Soldier, +1 Laser, +3 Firearms, +1 Jet)
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Las Vegas looks like the aftermath of a Michael Bay movie, populated by wild drifters who are more confused than dangerous and who do not have much in the way of usable salvage. 3 Computers, 2 Firearms, 1 barrel of Fuel and 1 Laser were all that could be recovered here.
Most of the drifters were willing to pledge allegiance to the Resistance. They told the soldiers and leaders of the Resistance that while the aliens had destroyed Las Vegas from above in order to eliminate the shiny lights, they had not landed ground forces there. The real ground troops are mostly stranded near Indian Springs, and though these aliens have made attempts to invade Las Vegas since the Rafiki stopped sending them orders, the rogue aliens never found anything worth holding onto and also found the inhabitants to be extremely disagreeable and so had returned to Indian Springs permanently.
A Large group of refugees has also arrived from the West, seeking refuge from the warfare that has gripped much of Southern California since the invasion began. Now, following the invasion, there are allegedly three separate alien groups battling there against each other, the Los Angeles Municipal Empire and the South Compton Coalition. These refugees rode in with a Human tank.
(+200 Population, +1 Reputation, +2 Firearms, +1 Laser, +1 Tank, +1 Fuel, +3 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The Wanderer shakes his head, bemused, when he realizes that it really is a Bonaparte.
In Caen, a city left standing by the horrific war, it was a descendant of the Emperor who made the first moves to reunite France. His troops scoured the local countryside for fuel and survivors. 4 Fuel was recovered from the nearby areas, and many people made homeless by this vile war have sought refuge in Caen and nearby, while still remaining under the protection of the Third Empire, which they all fervently defend as the true heir to the French tradition. A stockpile of 3 units of Lasers were found to the north, but it is unclear where the alien soldiers who should have wielded them have gone.
The most incredible find was at the abandoned Kochka Technology Headquarters in the city, where a functional, if experimental, communications satellite was found along with 5 new computers.
Some refugees claim that what remains of Rouen is held by huge birds who wield a single Death Ray Cannon. They remark that this is a shame, and the Wanderer can confirm, it is a sad state of affairs. Few people are open to discussing the fate of Paris.
(+193 Population, +5 Reputation, +3 Lasers, +4 Fuel, +1 Satellite, +5 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The remaining command structure of S.H.E.I.L.D. devoted this turn to rebuilding some of their manpower, purchasing a soldier and a militia. Although many were lost in the invasion, the surviving population of the northeast sees SHEILD as a powerful organization with a strong heritage and a tradition of fair dealings. Many joined, to the extent that a refugee problem soon emerged.
287 people were allowed into the Headquarters and the surviving pre-war staff has been working day and night to make sure that they are trained to handle all the equipment properly and to contribute in a positive way to SHIELD. Another 600 now sit outside their holdings and are demanding entry, though the existing staff would not be able to handle the load of integrating all of these new outsiders.
The large shantytowns that surround the base have begun to attract looters and rogue militias who raid the place and are known to murder people and steal their goods before moving on.
Refugees have brought with them 5 new units of Firearms, 2 units of Lasers, and a team of Horses.
(+287 Population, +1 Reputation, +1 Soldier, +1 Militia, +5 Firearms, +2 Lasers, +1 Horse)
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The city of Doboj sent out its troops to find Fuel and Survivors, although they were confused by the nature of what they got.
They located 6 Fuel in the nearby countryside, but were only able to collect 5 due to the absence of a Fuel Depot. The soldiers also recovered 3 Lasers and 2 ET Uplinks from the surrounding areas, although their source is mysterious. The ET Uplink were impossible to use or get beyond the screens they were stuck on, which were tourist guides off of the human internet about the city of Venice which had apparently locked up the stations.
Many of the refugees insisted that, emboldened by the chaos in the aftermath of the invasion, Serbian nationalists vowed to claim the territory once known as Српско Царство, they have surrounded Sarajevo and intend to break the city to begin that process.
(+3 Reputation, +204 Population, +3 Lasers, + 5 Fuel, +2 ET Uplinks, +1 Farm)
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The shattered Hull of the Scafiri proved a fertile salvage area for the Tourliski of Omnicron Wing, undoubtedly the most well known of all the Alien factions on Earth. They were able to recover another Tourliski soldier from the wreckage, along with a Plasma Rifle, 3 ET Uplinks, and 2 Lasers.
Many humans from the nearby area, a place nearly untouched by the preceding war, have gathered around the Scafiri and have sought to speak and make arrangements with their new neighbors, but so far the communications are shaky and tensions are high.
The population grew following the rescue and salvage operation, as 48 new Tourliski support staff were found in the wreckage with the soldier. Many claim that the humans outside might be intelligent enough to contribute to the faction, but for the most part these ideas are derided.
The communications have reunited the Tourliski with many former members of the horde, including a faction of Nitros in Rouen, a group of Puumons who continue to fight for the streets of Johannesburg who have requested immediate reinforcements of heavy armaments and death rays to help them hold the city, a group of Succubi still holding out in Indian Springs, Nevada looking for orders from anyone with any authority, and a rogue squadron of Nalese in Kabul, as well as a whole host of player controlled factions. The Gamma Squadron of Kabul have a high level of respect for the Tourliski and claim that they had nothing to do with shooting down the Scafiri. There are definitely more groups out there, but with only one ET Uplink the search didnt operate at maximum efficiency.
More unsettling is the chatter on the religious frequencies, where strange, high pitched voices discuss their play and talk endlessly about fish. At one point though, in the middle of the chatter, the uplink operator swears up and down that he heard one of the squeaky voices say No, you fool! I said a 48.3 degree approach not 45.6! Now all the fish is gone!
(+1 Economy, +10 Reputation, +48 Population, +1 Soldier, +1 Plasma Weapon, +2 Lasers, +3 ET Uplinks +1 Farm)
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At the foot of Kilimanjaro an African dynasty attempted to reassert itself. Although plagued by corruption the people of the Lemon Banana Shrimp were able to salvage a number of useful items out of the local area, including 3 Fuel, 2 Firearms, and 1 Laser.
Their leadership remains inert, waiting for the proper time to strike.
(+1 Economic Level, +3 Fuel, +2 Firearms, +1 Laser)
Update Soundtrack: Dions The Wanderer, and Immortal Techniques Point of No Return
Corruption Threshold: 400
Thunder rolls in the skies above Cottbus. The Wanderer frowns, no grazing for the horse tonight, it will push back his schedule tomorrow. Which is fine, he supposes, he is the Wanderer, he isnt going anywhere specific, he has no timeline.
Cottbus is too small a town to have deserved the destruction that it received. Complete demolition, the few homes that still stood are deserted and so he invites the horse indoors to try to find any grains or fruits.
When the horse had satisfied itself with old sugar and the few apples they had been able to scrounge out of the town the Wanderer patted it on the head and tied it outdoors.
The horse need not witness this.
With his dearest companion safe outside the Wanderer returns to the house, sits on the couch, and removes his tinfoil helmet.
In the human networks the first thing he notices is something distinctly alien.
Artificial Intelligence is going to behave much as he will, try the same techniques as a clever human. The Wanderer knows this, but he is also faster, and he is also, now, deeply familiar with the terrain. The Rafiki virus is still trying to overload his signal with weak denial of service attacks, only testing him, seeing what he is capable of. What his defenses are.
The Wanderer has almost no defenses, he just reroutes the signal and reroutes the signal. The Rafiki continues to probe. The human has already found and eliminated the backup locations; he is setting temporary randomized passwords and write protecting huge sections of disk space.
His own signal is less simple to track, bounced everywhere. But it is not impossible and the AI is, the Wanderer admits, quite cunning. The Rafiki coding has accessed the Wanderers own database, he realizes, the virus is in his head now.
Fine, he launches his first assault on the virus, deleting random chunks of code, corrupting its core files.
The virus responds in kind, but soon it is disappointed.
What passes for code in this strange humans mind, the operating system is already totally corrupt; every file has already been scrambled. The virus can do nothing that the mind control rays hadnt already done a dozen times over.
But also, the program is clearly outmatched. This man is the Wanderer, he is everywhere and he sees all. He has foreseen the weaknesses as they were foretold in the code.
Which is the final dark realization that the virus makes before it disappears forever.
Safety for now, the Wanderer nods. Now to more important matters.
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In the Deep Jungles of the Amazon River the Wanderer can see a small group of Succubi, fled as far from the grasp of the Rafiki as they could manage. In the isolation of the rainforest they sent out their troops along the river and devoted the others to setting up a small farm.
The two troops, armed with lasers, encountered three separate militias, one of whom retreated and the other two of which were destroyed by the alien troops. Going through their goods the soldiers were able to scavenge 3 units worth of firearms, and 3 Fuel. An abandoned unit of lasers was also found near the riverbank. It was determined that these militias were former members of the Brazilian Military Police. These militias had been terrorizing many of the groups in the Amazon and their defeat greatly impressed the native humans.
But when the first groups arrived at Seduction Base and were offered a freshly grown Spood [Rafiki Files Database: Spoods are a fast growing root vegetable rich in nutrients popular among carbon based land troops] they were significantly impressed with this new group and their delicious food and many have sought to join the Lilin, although they were not inclined to worship them as Gods. Heavy use of pheromones to influence humans has been effective, but has also resulted in a frenzy of breeding which could threaten productivity.
The natives who have joined the Lilin warn them that there are more MPs in the jungle and along the river, although they are unable to describe the exact location of the headquarters.
(+220 Population, +3 Reputation, +3 Firearms, +1 Laser, +3 Fuel, +1 Farm)
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Thousands of miles away the satellites and networks dragged his attention to a gang of humans in Okinawa.
There was a great deal of damage done to Okinawa during the invasion, the military bases were all heavily targeted, and every fuel depot that has been found was destroyed. By sending out men to assist the local population the Yankee Suns gained a great deal of influence with them. Clearly they were the people with the good ideas who were trying to help rebuild and virtually the entire population of Okinawa now affiliates themselves with the Yankee Suns.
This also made their scavenging much more effective; already assisted by computers they also gained the insight of employees and neighbors. They were able to locate 8 Fuel, but 3 of them could not be recovered due to the lack of a Fuel Depot to store the excess, 2 new computers were added to the collection. In addition to a new group of militia from the Yankee Suns own numbers, a group of soldiers who survived the Rafiki war has also joined the Yankee Suns and brought with them a unit of lasers recovered from a deployment on mainland Asia. The group was also able to identify an Armed Naval Transport that survived the war moored in Kinbo bay, although this was discovered remotely and the ship has not been recovered. A Jet was recovered from a Japanese Antiaircraft training facility.
There is no Alien hardware on Okinawa except for the single imported laser. Ominous reports are coming from the video cameras that still operate in Tokyo, which seems to be infested with floating squid-like aliens with many tentacles, who appear unarmed, but are terrorizing the local schoolgirls. A camera in Yokohama seems to show a great deal of their gear, which seems to have been abandoned unguarded in favor of pursuing Tokyos schoolgirls who, at this point, just dont have a change of clothes or else they would wear something less conspicuous.
(+260 population, +2 Reputation, +1 Jet, +1 Soldier, +1 Militia, +1 Laser, +5 Fuel, +2 Computers)
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The Wanderers vision turned to South Africa, where he found a diamond corporation growing their numbers and establishing themselves as a dominant political power in the remains of that nation.
The soldiers they sent on expedition made it as far as Klerksdorp before they had to turn back. They complained a great deal about travelling on foot, but returned with 4 units of fuel to help future expeditions move further. They also have been given some samples of the Aliens Plasma weapons and 3 salvaged computers. They did not encounter any resistance on the way to Klerksdorp, but they have heard some terrible rumors about Johannesburg regarding aliens and humans fighting for the city door to door. The Human commander in Johannesburg is a man named Carlo Gagiano who claims to know a thing or two about the operation of plasma weapons, but requires support to retake Johannesburg from the alien scourge, a man in Klerksdorp insisted that the commander of the DeBeers soldiers take the number for a secure line to the Johannesburg resistance directly to the office of Cecil Rhodes along with the Plasma weapons that were provided.
Recruitment was very successful by offering jobs, security and stability, it turned out to be an opportunity without a lot of competition in the area at the moment.
(+230 population, +1 Reputation, +2 Plasma Weapons, +4 Fuel, +3 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The frequencies of the Wanderer found their way to Rio De Janeiro, where the Script Kiddies found their Economy growing at an extremely rapid rate. With an already burgeoning population growing their economy further investments were made to grow it by two levels.
Within Rio the Script Kiddies were extremely successful, their scouts found 6 Fuel in the Petrobras and in the Organizações Globo headquarters they found 2 units of lasers, and a functioning, but un-launched satellite. Because they lacked a Fuel Depot they were only able to recover 5 of the Fuel. The current militias cannot learn to operate the lasers effectively, so properly trained soldiers will be required to utilize them to their full extent.
Outside of Rio, in their internet communications, the Script Kiddies were less successful. Although they were unable to found a new settlement in Africa as they hoped, since few on that continent considered their reputation high enough to respect. They did make at least one good connection in Africa in an extremely similar group of computer engineers from the University of Alexandria. These students and their faculty were enthusiastic about the promise of the Script Kiddies and swore to assist them in any way possible, but were also not impressed enough by their reputation to directly affiliate themselves with the faction at this point and would be glad to reconsider if they felt like the allegiance would make them safer and more powerful.
Within South America their reputation was greatly bolstered by the growth in their economy and a large number of former street children and orphans have sought to join the group in order to make money. Although 98 civilians have joined the group this turn, another 585 remain outside the gates of Rio University demanding admission. The professors from the MBA program have repeatedly emphasized to Zi<o that adding such a large percentage of people to their group would slow down their economy due to corruption.
(+98 Population, +2 Economic Levels, +3 Reputation, +2 Lasers, +5 Fuel, +1 Satellite (ul), +3 Computers)
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The Wanderer first learned of the Epsilon Squadron through his casual journeys through the human internet where their leader had posted the following personal ad. Like many naïve individuals before him he had fled to the social networks in search of allies on this forsaken rock. According to the latest numbers the group has not been successful in reaching friendly outside groups through the human internet at this point.
One signal was received, although not on the myspace. On a frequency reserved for Circle communications the Nalese repeatedly received messages to the effect of Play now? and fish? The Nalese have no idea from where or from whom these messages are originating.
Around the crash site Simfasa and his squadron were able to recover (and heal) a wounded Nalese Soldier who gladly joined their faction. Within the ship another 2 ET Uplinks and 3 units of Lasers were also found. 2 Units of Fuel were found in an abandoned pride of silent, immobile metallic creatures near the lake.
(+5 Population, +1 Economic Level, +9 Reputation, +1 Soldier, +3 Lasers, +2 ET Uplinks +2 Fuel, +3 Automobiles)
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The actions of the Nitros did not go unnoticed by the satellites and electronics watched by the Wanderer. The land troops in Mexico, still frustrated with their abandonment, lashed out violently in every direction, looking for human foodstuffs and people who knew how to prepare them.
The most successful unit, a laser equipped soldier, did manage to seize a pair of human cooks from a local airfield, where they also recovered a human jet. The resistance was minimal; many of the humans seemed confused by their aggression, claiming that many of the visitors in the region had been much friendlier.
On their way back to the base, for instance, these troops found the apparent site of a battlefield, littered with weapons but not with bodies. 3 units of Firearms and a unit of Lasers were recovered along with a marker that sanctified the site, (written in Spanish but translated using the Rafiki database) reading:
Here on the Field of St. Mary did two armies of common faiths, long separated by space but united by God Almighty, The Eye who Sees All Things. And here, when they knew that, they laid down their arms and sought the path of peace together, in brotherhood, for the sake of all living creatures. Although no further explanation of the battle site was available many Nitros suspect that a mind control ray would be able to explain this sort of thing. No Mind control ray was found at the site.
Other, more belligerent units of soldiers had less success. A group of militia murdered the unarmed soldiers before retreating, leaving the better equipped groups chasing shadows for most of the turn. By the time they returned to the base they discovered that their undefended home encampment had been raided by an organization known as the Cartel del Golfo who murdered some civilians, stole all the spam, and left the group in general disarray.
Many members of the Nitros believe that their leaders recent decisions have been caused by his overeating of, possibly spoiled, human processed meats. Because of the humiliation of recent military defeats they are considering joining a cartel.
(+1 Economic Level, -8 Population, -1 Soldier, +1 Laser, +3 Firearms, +1 Jet)
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Las Vegas looks like the aftermath of a Michael Bay movie, populated by wild drifters who are more confused than dangerous and who do not have much in the way of usable salvage. 3 Computers, 2 Firearms, 1 barrel of Fuel and 1 Laser were all that could be recovered here.
Most of the drifters were willing to pledge allegiance to the Resistance. They told the soldiers and leaders of the Resistance that while the aliens had destroyed Las Vegas from above in order to eliminate the shiny lights, they had not landed ground forces there. The real ground troops are mostly stranded near Indian Springs, and though these aliens have made attempts to invade Las Vegas since the Rafiki stopped sending them orders, the rogue aliens never found anything worth holding onto and also found the inhabitants to be extremely disagreeable and so had returned to Indian Springs permanently.
A Large group of refugees has also arrived from the West, seeking refuge from the warfare that has gripped much of Southern California since the invasion began. Now, following the invasion, there are allegedly three separate alien groups battling there against each other, the Los Angeles Municipal Empire and the South Compton Coalition. These refugees rode in with a Human tank.
(+200 Population, +1 Reputation, +2 Firearms, +1 Laser, +1 Tank, +1 Fuel, +3 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The Wanderer shakes his head, bemused, when he realizes that it really is a Bonaparte.
In Caen, a city left standing by the horrific war, it was a descendant of the Emperor who made the first moves to reunite France. His troops scoured the local countryside for fuel and survivors. 4 Fuel was recovered from the nearby areas, and many people made homeless by this vile war have sought refuge in Caen and nearby, while still remaining under the protection of the Third Empire, which they all fervently defend as the true heir to the French tradition. A stockpile of 3 units of Lasers were found to the north, but it is unclear where the alien soldiers who should have wielded them have gone.
The most incredible find was at the abandoned Kochka Technology Headquarters in the city, where a functional, if experimental, communications satellite was found along with 5 new computers.
Some refugees claim that what remains of Rouen is held by huge birds who wield a single Death Ray Cannon. They remark that this is a shame, and the Wanderer can confirm, it is a sad state of affairs. Few people are open to discussing the fate of Paris.
(+193 Population, +5 Reputation, +3 Lasers, +4 Fuel, +1 Satellite, +5 Computers, +1 Farm)
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The remaining command structure of S.H.E.I.L.D. devoted this turn to rebuilding some of their manpower, purchasing a soldier and a militia. Although many were lost in the invasion, the surviving population of the northeast sees SHEILD as a powerful organization with a strong heritage and a tradition of fair dealings. Many joined, to the extent that a refugee problem soon emerged.
287 people were allowed into the Headquarters and the surviving pre-war staff has been working day and night to make sure that they are trained to handle all the equipment properly and to contribute in a positive way to SHIELD. Another 600 now sit outside their holdings and are demanding entry, though the existing staff would not be able to handle the load of integrating all of these new outsiders.
The large shantytowns that surround the base have begun to attract looters and rogue militias who raid the place and are known to murder people and steal their goods before moving on.
Refugees have brought with them 5 new units of Firearms, 2 units of Lasers, and a team of Horses.
(+287 Population, +1 Reputation, +1 Soldier, +1 Militia, +5 Firearms, +2 Lasers, +1 Horse)
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The city of Doboj sent out its troops to find Fuel and Survivors, although they were confused by the nature of what they got.
They located 6 Fuel in the nearby countryside, but were only able to collect 5 due to the absence of a Fuel Depot. The soldiers also recovered 3 Lasers and 2 ET Uplinks from the surrounding areas, although their source is mysterious. The ET Uplink were impossible to use or get beyond the screens they were stuck on, which were tourist guides off of the human internet about the city of Venice which had apparently locked up the stations.
Many of the refugees insisted that, emboldened by the chaos in the aftermath of the invasion, Serbian nationalists vowed to claim the territory once known as Српско Царство, they have surrounded Sarajevo and intend to break the city to begin that process.
(+3 Reputation, +204 Population, +3 Lasers, + 5 Fuel, +2 ET Uplinks, +1 Farm)
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The shattered Hull of the Scafiri proved a fertile salvage area for the Tourliski of Omnicron Wing, undoubtedly the most well known of all the Alien factions on Earth. They were able to recover another Tourliski soldier from the wreckage, along with a Plasma Rifle, 3 ET Uplinks, and 2 Lasers.
Many humans from the nearby area, a place nearly untouched by the preceding war, have gathered around the Scafiri and have sought to speak and make arrangements with their new neighbors, but so far the communications are shaky and tensions are high.
The population grew following the rescue and salvage operation, as 48 new Tourliski support staff were found in the wreckage with the soldier. Many claim that the humans outside might be intelligent enough to contribute to the faction, but for the most part these ideas are derided.
The communications have reunited the Tourliski with many former members of the horde, including a faction of Nitros in Rouen, a group of Puumons who continue to fight for the streets of Johannesburg who have requested immediate reinforcements of heavy armaments and death rays to help them hold the city, a group of Succubi still holding out in Indian Springs, Nevada looking for orders from anyone with any authority, and a rogue squadron of Nalese in Kabul, as well as a whole host of player controlled factions. The Gamma Squadron of Kabul have a high level of respect for the Tourliski and claim that they had nothing to do with shooting down the Scafiri. There are definitely more groups out there, but with only one ET Uplink the search didnt operate at maximum efficiency.
More unsettling is the chatter on the religious frequencies, where strange, high pitched voices discuss their play and talk endlessly about fish. At one point though, in the middle of the chatter, the uplink operator swears up and down that he heard one of the squeaky voices say No, you fool! I said a 48.3 degree approach not 45.6! Now all the fish is gone!
(+1 Economy, +10 Reputation, +48 Population, +1 Soldier, +1 Plasma Weapon, +2 Lasers, +3 ET Uplinks +1 Farm)
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At the foot of Kilimanjaro an African dynasty attempted to reassert itself. Although plagued by corruption the people of the Lemon Banana Shrimp were able to salvage a number of useful items out of the local area, including 3 Fuel, 2 Firearms, and 1 Laser.
Their leadership remains inert, waiting for the proper time to strike.
(+1 Economic Level, +3 Fuel, +2 Firearms, +1 Laser)
SKILORD
Insurgent
The Neter had been incorporated into the Rafiki Horde many, many years ago. The war would have been brutal, the Neter were well equipped to mount a serious defense of their home systems, stars that now glow dimly overhead of Thyxi Amun-Ra.
But the Neter were not so irresponsible as these humans had been, they had known the secrets of the atom. Perhaps the real difference, Thyxi imagines, lies in life expectancy rates. On Earth, for even the most pampered Humans, life is only expected to last a quarter of the galactic average, death is constant for these beings. Therefore life, in their minds, is cheap. But Thyxi knows better than that, life is precious and playing with atoms often comes with a high cost, the Neter had learned that long ago.
Not far, in fact, from where Thyxi Amun-Ra now stands.
The treaty to surrender the Orion systems and to bring the Neter into the Horde had included a number of concessions on the Rafiki’s part. The Puumon had complained that the Neter would be elevated to a Command Position, and been even angrier when the Neter had insisted on keeping their archaic and blasphemous faith.
The races of the horde are not raised by their parents, they have as little connection to whatever it was they were before incorporation as the Rafiki had been able to manage. But with two huge armies on the field, everyone was looking to make a deal, and the Neter were allowed to raise, train, and educate their own children in their customs.
And so when Thyxi Amun-Ra, descendant of P’tah the Explorer and clanhead of the Neter flew over Giza, he knew at once what he was looking at.
Without a further word, the communications were disengaged, the Neter were summoned and the Rafiki were informed of the desertion but had no means to stop Thyxi.
He caws to the others with his short beak, commanding them to finish their work with more precision. This is a task that requires utmost precision.
His large orb like red eyes, an Earthman would liken them to the eyes of a falcon or a hawk. But Earthmen were also known to be easily impressed. Thyxi caws excitedly as the last piece is lowered into place.
The sky lights up at once as the capstone is replaced on the final pyramid.
“Praise to the all seeing eye!”
The all seeing eye, Thyxi smiles, he has heard that the worship of the all seeing eye is quite popular here, the only place outside the Orion systems where it had taken root.
The reactors begin to purr steadily as the pyramids at Giza are finally restored to their full glory.
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There is now a working power plant at Giza, a very powerful plant that doubles as a level 5 Farm and requires no upkeep. To use it you must capture it and build an encampment there, either through military means or through strong reputation and friendship, meaning that the Neter may join your faction if your reputation is high and you are friendly. All Neter factions respond positively to factions who endorse the worship of the All Seeing Eye, whether they refer to him as Yahweh, Christ or Allah.
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Non Player Characters:
From: One Korea
To: Yankee Suns
I, pop sensation Rain of the proud and united Korean peoples greet you on behalf of my people. It is my hope that we share a hope to remove this alien menace from northeast Asia. These extraterrestrial devils must be purged from our lands, the conclusion is inevitable. And even if you can avoid it, you know you can still feel my Rainism.
From: Unknown
To: Circle religious frequencies the world over
Fish? Fish? Fish? Play now!
From: Nitros of Rouen
To: All Human Frequencies
We hope to be able to live in peace, I understand there are very many of you out there, we are willing to trade, we have many excess weapons.
From: US Missile Command
To: Anyone
This is Major Dan Black of US Missile Command, is anyone receiving this?
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Many NPC’s mentioned in the update do not yet have NPC stats, among them the groups in Johannesburg and those in California. When these groups have resolved the internal conflicts of those areas they will gain NPC status, but probably only one of them will. If you chose to help them do so then they will likely be friendly.
Successful Strategies: Some orders had very effective methods of developing their faction.
-Combining Population and Investment to grow your economy.
-Attempting to gain the sympathies of people in your geographic proximity by protecting and helping them.
Unsuccessful Strategies: Some orders were less effective for developing their faction,
-Sending out unarmed troops to actively seek combat.
-Attempts to Research things you haven’t scavenged yet.
Turn 1 Map
But the Neter were not so irresponsible as these humans had been, they had known the secrets of the atom. Perhaps the real difference, Thyxi imagines, lies in life expectancy rates. On Earth, for even the most pampered Humans, life is only expected to last a quarter of the galactic average, death is constant for these beings. Therefore life, in their minds, is cheap. But Thyxi knows better than that, life is precious and playing with atoms often comes with a high cost, the Neter had learned that long ago.
Not far, in fact, from where Thyxi Amun-Ra now stands.
The treaty to surrender the Orion systems and to bring the Neter into the Horde had included a number of concessions on the Rafiki’s part. The Puumon had complained that the Neter would be elevated to a Command Position, and been even angrier when the Neter had insisted on keeping their archaic and blasphemous faith.
The races of the horde are not raised by their parents, they have as little connection to whatever it was they were before incorporation as the Rafiki had been able to manage. But with two huge armies on the field, everyone was looking to make a deal, and the Neter were allowed to raise, train, and educate their own children in their customs.
And so when Thyxi Amun-Ra, descendant of P’tah the Explorer and clanhead of the Neter flew over Giza, he knew at once what he was looking at.
Without a further word, the communications were disengaged, the Neter were summoned and the Rafiki were informed of the desertion but had no means to stop Thyxi.
He caws to the others with his short beak, commanding them to finish their work with more precision. This is a task that requires utmost precision.
His large orb like red eyes, an Earthman would liken them to the eyes of a falcon or a hawk. But Earthmen were also known to be easily impressed. Thyxi caws excitedly as the last piece is lowered into place.
The sky lights up at once as the capstone is replaced on the final pyramid.
“Praise to the all seeing eye!”
The all seeing eye, Thyxi smiles, he has heard that the worship of the all seeing eye is quite popular here, the only place outside the Orion systems where it had taken root.
The reactors begin to purr steadily as the pyramids at Giza are finally restored to their full glory.
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There is now a working power plant at Giza, a very powerful plant that doubles as a level 5 Farm and requires no upkeep. To use it you must capture it and build an encampment there, either through military means or through strong reputation and friendship, meaning that the Neter may join your faction if your reputation is high and you are friendly. All Neter factions respond positively to factions who endorse the worship of the All Seeing Eye, whether they refer to him as Yahweh, Christ or Allah.
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Non Player Characters:
From: One Korea
To: Yankee Suns
I, pop sensation Rain of the proud and united Korean peoples greet you on behalf of my people. It is my hope that we share a hope to remove this alien menace from northeast Asia. These extraterrestrial devils must be purged from our lands, the conclusion is inevitable. And even if you can avoid it, you know you can still feel my Rainism.
From: Unknown
To: Circle religious frequencies the world over
Fish? Fish? Fish? Play now!
From: Nitros of Rouen
To: All Human Frequencies
We hope to be able to live in peace, I understand there are very many of you out there, we are willing to trade, we have many excess weapons.
From: US Missile Command
To: Anyone
This is Major Dan Black of US Missile Command, is anyone receiving this?
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Many NPC’s mentioned in the update do not yet have NPC stats, among them the groups in Johannesburg and those in California. When these groups have resolved the internal conflicts of those areas they will gain NPC status, but probably only one of them will. If you chose to help them do so then they will likely be friendly.
Successful Strategies: Some orders had very effective methods of developing their faction.
-Combining Population and Investment to grow your economy.
-Attempting to gain the sympathies of people in your geographic proximity by protecting and helping them.
Unsuccessful Strategies: Some orders were less effective for developing their faction,
-Sending out unarmed troops to actively seek combat.
-Attempts to Research things you haven’t scavenged yet.
Turn 1 Map
SKILORD
Insurgent
If you are currently a Rafiki race and affiliated with the circle it might be tempting to convert in an attempt to make it easier to take the Pyramids. I would recommend against it, you will have a similar impulse next turn and the circle would be unlikely to believe in your sincerity. Religion is not a stat, but an open ended story element that can have stat payoffs.
Player factions that started with a power plant got a full power plant, and it requires no fuel upkeep.
Player factions that started with a power plant got a full power plant, and it requires no fuel upkeep.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Nice update. 
To: Neter
From: TFE
So you... what... how?
To: Alien birds who live in Rouen
From: TFE
This is Guillaume Bonaparte, Emperor of the French. There is no need to fight. We are certian you are shooken up by the events as much as we are. We shall leave you in peace if you do the same.
To: Any survivors in Paris
From: TFE
We are here to help. As the succesor of the French nation, it is our duty to restore our beloved capitol, no matter the cost. If you can hear us, please respond.
To: Neter
From: TFE
So you... what... how?
To: Alien birds who live in Rouen
From: TFE
This is Guillaume Bonaparte, Emperor of the French. There is no need to fight. We are certian you are shooken up by the events as much as we are. We shall leave you in peace if you do the same.
To: Any survivors in Paris
From: TFE
We are here to help. As the succesor of the French nation, it is our duty to restore our beloved capitol, no matter the cost. If you can hear us, please respond.
SKILORD
Insurgent
To: The French
From: The Neter
Ahh, the French, we saw many of your obelisks and were quite impressed.
Our Ancestors set up Earth as a stronghold in the event of catastrophic events in the Orion systems, the presence of undeveloped sentient life provided our labor pool and Earth was substantially out of the way.
When my ancestors came to Egypt many of the locals worshiped them as gods no matter how much effort was put into dissuading them, but they also taught the true faith to some Egyptian nobles and to the workers who constructed our power plants. Although practices of the faith have split on Earth we recognize that what is of most import is that people recognize that God is good. You do not understand how rare monotheism is in this Galaxy.
From: The Neter
Ahh, the French, we saw many of your obelisks and were quite impressed.
Our Ancestors set up Earth as a stronghold in the event of catastrophic events in the Orion systems, the presence of undeveloped sentient life provided our labor pool and Earth was substantially out of the way.
When my ancestors came to Egypt many of the locals worshiped them as gods no matter how much effort was put into dissuading them, but they also taught the true faith to some Egyptian nobles and to the workers who constructed our power plants. Although practices of the faith have split on Earth we recognize that what is of most import is that people recognize that God is good. You do not understand how rare monotheism is in this Galaxy.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To: All aliens on Earth
From: SHEILD
We want you to leave. NOW!
From: SHEILD
We want you to leave. NOW!
Freemanuncg
Warlord
To: SHEILD
From: Colonel Simfasa of Fighter Squadron Epsilon
Many of us would return to our long lost homes if we could, but we are as trapped on this Circle forsaken planet as your species is.
Perhaps we can find some way to help each other achieve our goals. I have Fuel.
From: Colonel Simfasa of Fighter Squadron Epsilon
Many of us would return to our long lost homes if we could, but we are as trapped on this Circle forsaken planet as your species is.
Perhaps we can find some way to help each other achieve our goals. I have Fuel.
Freemanuncg
Warlord
“Now say it again.” Colonel Simfasa said to the crowd of Nalese around him.
“I don’t know anything about ‘Operation Ball of Yarn” said all of the Nalese as one.
“Once again and try to be a bit more convincing” Colonel Simfasa said. “Like this, and he stood up straight and in a low purring voice, that was Very convincing, said. “I don’t know Anything about this, what did you call it? ‘Ball of Yarn Plan?”
The group continued to repeat the words in various forms and with dozens of different inflections until Colonel Simfasa roared for them to halt.
“I have made attempts on what the humans call ‘the internet’ to make friends for us. However it wasn’t purrrticularly successful. On the bright side I intercepted a communication from Gamma Squadron it seems that they are ok and made it safely to the surface.” Simfasa finished and left the squadron to return to their duties and breath sighs of relief. Many of the Epsilon squadron had friends and family in Gamma squadron who they hoped to see again as free Nalese.
Colonel Simfasa seated himself in the chair before the uplink console and began to work the controls with blinding speed.
Soon he had drafted an encrypted message to the Colonel Sarafina of Gamma squadron.
“Epsilon Squadron is safe we have established ourselves on the northern coast of what humans call Australia. I repeat Epsilon squadron is safe, please advise on the status of any other surviving squadrons.” Then in a softer voice Simfasa added “Sarafina my old friend if you still live respond this is Colonel Simfasa of Epsilon Squadron, can we assist you in Any way?”
He sent the message with a prayer to the great Circle that Sarafina was safe.
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The Fighter was only in the air for a moment moving faster than the naked eye could detect, before it plunged into the depths of this planet’s shimmering blue oceans. Its streamlined form, dense hull metals, and powerful force-field generators made it as swift and powerful in water as it was in the atmosphere or empty space.
It sped through the water and reverberations from the hull made a pinging high pitched sound that would travel thousands of miles through the water. The fighter shot out over the abyss leaving the continental shelf far behind in moments as it lanced through the ocean. The sensors of the craft revealed the presence of literally billions of life forms in every direction.
Soon the pilot had detected a large group of succulent fish and turned the craft in their direction. All the while the pinging high pitched sound came from the ship ringing in every direction.
Within minutes the fighter had come within range of the group of fish, there were thousands of them, swimming in a horde the largest weighed hundreds of pounds. The fighter engaged his tractor beams and grabbed most of the school of fish along with the water they swam in. The fish didn’t seem to know that they had been captured and just continued to swim within the enclosing field.
With his prey in tow the fighter pilot reversed course and shot back towards the shore at full speed. The message was still being transmitted through the same frequency that the fighter had been pinging since it had entered the water. It took the fighter no longer to return to the coast than it had to range so far out into the blue waters, and the fighter accompanied by the huge school of fish shot across the continental shelf again.
Only a few hundred feet from shore did the ship rise dripping from the ocean, the huge mass of seawater swarming with large fish rose below it and followed it through the air looking quite out of place. The ship shot through the air at incredible speed and within seconds was back at the base.
The newly refurbished lake was full of delicious fish as the fighter released the load from its tractor beam and they fell flopping and splashing into the water. The lasers of the fighters had evaporated the waters of the lake in moments and had dug deep into the bed making it much deeper to hold more fish. The intense heat of the lasers had melted the floor of the lake making it hard stone to hold the millions of gallons of sea water carried in by the same tractor fields which had held the fish.
The fighter landed at the base and shut down its power systems, the message from the ship ceased its transmission.
The Uplink at the base however continued to transmit on all Circle frequencies the same message that the fighter had been transmitting through the oceans. It was a simple message FREE Fish here! Come Play Now!
“I don’t know anything about ‘Operation Ball of Yarn” said all of the Nalese as one.
“Once again and try to be a bit more convincing” Colonel Simfasa said. “Like this, and he stood up straight and in a low purring voice, that was Very convincing, said. “I don’t know Anything about this, what did you call it? ‘Ball of Yarn Plan?”
The group continued to repeat the words in various forms and with dozens of different inflections until Colonel Simfasa roared for them to halt.
“I have made attempts on what the humans call ‘the internet’ to make friends for us. However it wasn’t purrrticularly successful. On the bright side I intercepted a communication from Gamma Squadron it seems that they are ok and made it safely to the surface.” Simfasa finished and left the squadron to return to their duties and breath sighs of relief. Many of the Epsilon squadron had friends and family in Gamma squadron who they hoped to see again as free Nalese.
Colonel Simfasa seated himself in the chair before the uplink console and began to work the controls with blinding speed.
Soon he had drafted an encrypted message to the Colonel Sarafina of Gamma squadron.
“Epsilon Squadron is safe we have established ourselves on the northern coast of what humans call Australia. I repeat Epsilon squadron is safe, please advise on the status of any other surviving squadrons.” Then in a softer voice Simfasa added “Sarafina my old friend if you still live respond this is Colonel Simfasa of Epsilon Squadron, can we assist you in Any way?”
He sent the message with a prayer to the great Circle that Sarafina was safe.
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The Fighter was only in the air for a moment moving faster than the naked eye could detect, before it plunged into the depths of this planet’s shimmering blue oceans. Its streamlined form, dense hull metals, and powerful force-field generators made it as swift and powerful in water as it was in the atmosphere or empty space.
It sped through the water and reverberations from the hull made a pinging high pitched sound that would travel thousands of miles through the water. The fighter shot out over the abyss leaving the continental shelf far behind in moments as it lanced through the ocean. The sensors of the craft revealed the presence of literally billions of life forms in every direction.
Soon the pilot had detected a large group of succulent fish and turned the craft in their direction. All the while the pinging high pitched sound came from the ship ringing in every direction.
Within minutes the fighter had come within range of the group of fish, there were thousands of them, swimming in a horde the largest weighed hundreds of pounds. The fighter engaged his tractor beams and grabbed most of the school of fish along with the water they swam in. The fish didn’t seem to know that they had been captured and just continued to swim within the enclosing field.
With his prey in tow the fighter pilot reversed course and shot back towards the shore at full speed. The message was still being transmitted through the same frequency that the fighter had been pinging since it had entered the water. It took the fighter no longer to return to the coast than it had to range so far out into the blue waters, and the fighter accompanied by the huge school of fish shot across the continental shelf again.
Only a few hundred feet from shore did the ship rise dripping from the ocean, the huge mass of seawater swarming with large fish rose below it and followed it through the air looking quite out of place. The ship shot through the air at incredible speed and within seconds was back at the base.
The newly refurbished lake was full of delicious fish as the fighter released the load from its tractor beam and they fell flopping and splashing into the water. The lasers of the fighters had evaporated the waters of the lake in moments and had dug deep into the bed making it much deeper to hold more fish. The intense heat of the lasers had melted the floor of the lake making it hard stone to hold the millions of gallons of sea water carried in by the same tractor fields which had held the fish.
The fighter landed at the base and shut down its power systems, the message from the ship ceased its transmission.
The Uplink at the base however continued to transmit on all Circle frequencies the same message that the fighter had been transmitting through the oceans. It was a simple message FREE Fish here! Come Play Now!
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