Reclamation Redux: An Alternate Universe Star Wars Game

[erez87]

Yes, One planet. I hope small group mobility won't be too much of a problem.

 

[Tyo]

Update 1: 1 AGC

A Recollection

“Boss, I’ve got a problem here!”
A lone commando hid behind a fallen branch of one of infamously large Wroshyr trees as explosions and blaster fire filled the air around him. One moment, he was celebrating a victory with his brothers over the comms. The next, he was surrounded by super battle droids by himself, desperately calling for his brothers for aid.
“S̶̢̛̕͜e̸͢v̵̧͝͠!̡͘͢ Wḩ̨e̢͞r͜͏͟e̷͟ ͜a͠r͟e͡͡ ͜y̨ou̧?̕͞”
His comm immediately erupted with the voice of his leader. However, his voice was barely heard. Static nearly filled the airwaves.
“Sector 8! Multiple hostiles closing in!”
He responded. All he could do was blind fire from his position. If he so much as tried to peek at his enemies, he’d lose his head to the hail of fire coming from all directions. He could hear the marching drawing closer.
̶̛́͠͝ ̨́ ̨̀͜͏̵ ̴̨͜͞ ͠͏͏ ̷͏ ̵̶̴̨̨ ̷̶̢ ̴̧͜͟ ҉͠ ҉̶̀͡ ̴̧̕͞ ̧͘͟ ̡ ̷͢ ̨͏ ̸̀́ ̢͟ ̴ ͜͏̀ ̕͡ ́͜͜͞ ͏҉͟͞ ̛͟͡ ̧҉ ̷̧̨͜͡ ̀͝͡ ̵͞ ̧͢͏ ͠͏ ̶̡͠ ̀͞ ̨͘ ̀͏ ̷͢͜͢͢ ͘҉ ̴̶̢̕ ̸̢̡̡ ͏ ̢͟͡҉ ͞ ̧͢ ̢̛̛ ̴̷̢̛ ̸͘
̈̆̅ ̎ͪͦ̔ͭ̿ ̓ͣͦ͐ͯ̈́̄ ̎̆ͥ̿ͦ̑̏ ̆̈̇ͬ͗ ͂ͨͩ̓ͤ͐ ̿ ̓͆̑͂̍ͨ ̑̇͑͋͒̌ ͤ̽ͮͫ͊̒ ̌ͮ͐ͥ́ ͪ̅̔̚̚ ͛ ͒ ̒́ ͫ ̿̓ͩ̓̀͋ ͦ̔̊̂ͮ͌ ̀́̽̓ ͭ͊ ̎̓̓̽ͬͫ̑ ͯ ̌̈́́ ͭ́̀͌̐ ̿͑̍̂ͤͫ ͧ ͂ͯ͗͆ ̎̿ ̄̒̓̚ ̃̏ͦ̒̌̍ ̍͋ͭ ̒ ͧ̒͌́̏ ͌ ͩ̂ͥ̚ ̑̆̏͑̓ͣ ̓̒̎ͥ̚ ͤ̂͛̇͗ͧ ̂͊͊ ͂ͤͩ̔̐ ̛̎̿ͩ͋͡
His comms weren’t responding anymore. They must be jamming the transmission. He knew his brothers would help him if they could, but they probably didn’t even pick up where he was. He was running dangerously low on ammunition. This branch couldn’t hold on for too much longer. RC-1207 was not a stupid clone. He understood death better than many of his brothers.

But that didn’t mean he would just give up.

He took a moment to think. He hadn’t used many thermal detonators. They were on a bridge connecting two trees, a common piece of infrastructure on Kashyyyk. He recalled where the bridge supports were. Now, he wasn’t the squad’s grenadier. That’s a job better suited for 1262. But he was a Commando, dammit, and had the best aim on the team. He quickly primed the detonators and looked up at the hail of blaster bolts again. This was going to hurt.
And hurt it did. He held his breath as he tossed one thermal detonator after another on the bridged supports. His arm came back more charred than before each time as his shields and armor were torn to shreds. He directly injected bacta into his arm and kept going. As long as it could move, he could throw the explosives. Besides, the pain was starting to grow numb.
Eventually his arm stopped moving, no matter how hard he tried. But he figured that was more than enough. He gripped the detonator with his good hand. The droids were drawing dangerously near, but now, he welcomed them. Scorch was never going to beat his kill score.

Boom.

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STATS
Actual events will commence up next update.

Sunrider Temple Operational; Dantooine, Knights Errant
On a former Jedi hub called Dantooine, a remnant of the Jedi order calling themselves the Knights Errant has formed a settlement around a relic from ancient history — a Praxeum ship. Found on Tatooine, its semi-repaired engines and hyperspace drives held out just long enough to land on Dantooine. It has been retrofitted into something similar to the Jedi Temple to serve as a new hub for Jedi willing to flock under the banner of this remnant of the order, not that much work had to be done to do so with the nature of Praxeum ships — most effort went into restoring the notably decrepit parts of the ship.
[Knights Errant starts with the Sunrider Temple structure - confers 1 Reclamation Point per turn, and increases influence on the planet passively by 2.5% each turn. When influence is at 100% on the planet, the influence spreads to the next nearest system that is not at 100%. Can be upgraded by directing research, but increases cost of tech research by 25%.]

Spice Mines Reformed; Kessel, The Maw Commune
Kessel was always historically home to extensive slave and prison outposts that were worked to mine the rock for centuries. However, things have changed. A slave revolt has torn the sector from Hutt control. Now, a new leadership oversees the population and spice mines. While the mines are still operational, they have become much more regulated. Still, traders brave enough to traverse this war torn galaxy can find the spices still widely popular across space, a very lucrative enterprise for the new aspiring government.
[The Maw Commune starts with Spice Mines on Kessel, increasing planetary value to 1500.]

Imperial fleet crashes on Kamino; Kamino, IRI
An Imperial fleet undergoing mutiny has torn itself apart in low orbit above Kamino. The remains of the fleet miraculously landed on land, a rarity on the nearly-entirely-aquatic world. If the fleet had crashed into the sea, it is unlikely any salvage would be found as the tides on this world are notably harsh.
[Kamino salvage runs are more likely to yield Special Resources instead of regular resources.]

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PATCH NOTES

As you see in the stats, there are now “Reclamation Points” and “Annihilation Points.” They work as a quasi-morality system. Reclamation Points are garnered by trying to rebuild legitimate government system, whether or not this system is actually “moral” strictly speaking. Annihilation Points are obtained by doing the opposite: annihilating other groups trying to rebuild, player or NPC, and engaging in overtly aggressive diplomacy and actions. These points mainly do a lot of background things and will shape the events in this game for better or for worse.

In addition to, you guessed it, !!secret stuff!!

Also, combat system reworked. See the Military section in the rules for details, as well as the unit build listing.

OTHER NOTES

*stat explanation*
In case it isn’t self-explanatory, here’s a rundown of the stats.
On the economic page, you’ll find your resource gain, planets, and influence, which should all be pretty obvious. You spend the number on the *left* of the resources section. The number on the right simply denotes how much you gain or lose in total, which will be automatically deducted. If you want something to *stop* working, just have in your orders to cease production/operation and you will no longer gain anything from the structure — it’ll just be there. Note, for some structures, this can have negative impacts on your influence and other things.
Your planets are to the right of your hard stats. The name and influence % should be immediately obvious. Raid Threat is still obvious, but a little less so. Everyone starts at 1 raid threat, and this climbs to a max of 5. It simply denotes the possibility - and severity - of raids from NPCs, be they pirates, imperial warlords, or both. Each planet will have its own raid threat, like the stats imply. Underneath the planet listing is where structures will go, and I will also list their upkeep here for your convenience. I’m awesome, right?


*leader titles*
While I was able to iron out most of your leader titles, there were some that were either too vague or plain not actual leadership positions. It is best to discuss this through chat, I think, so swing by if you believe your titles are wrong or just aren’t listed. Note, in order for leaders to contribute their stats to your use, they need to hold a respective leadership spot. For example, like the stats show, Generals use TAC, STR, and LOY. Even if they have a high SCI, Generals won’t contribute to your Science if they aren’t holding a relevant position.

I will go more in depth with the leadership titles in the rules since it's apparent I have to do that, in the meantime.



*the map*
Galactic map to show where everyone is will come eventually, but since the map isn’t immediately necessary, I’m pushing it off till later. It would be up with the update, but I don’t have access to photoshop at work, so sorry.

I am taking suggestions for music on this update

 

[erez87]

Yeah my guys are not really organized well into their jobs. Should be I guess:

Yage (MAN)
Rumna (SCI), (SCA)
Silverhand (TAC;STR), (CHA) but also (MAN,SCA) at the outskirts
Tholl should do what Yage too plus take on a few more jobs so Apprentice (MAN,TAC,STR,INT) ples whatever the master say at the time.

I'll get into evil writing soon. Are there actual orders required? Do we start with any sort of spaceship?

 

[Tyo]

Because of the nature of titles, it may not be exactly how you want it. This insures it works with my system as well as balance.

Yes, you do spend stuff in orders. There's a build list on the front page. You don't start with any ships or buildings that arent special.

But you reminded me. All units can be used on the same turn theyre built on this turn only. on all subsequent turns, you have to wait a turn after ordering their conscription.

 

[Tyo]

Orders lock next Thursday at 12pm.

 

[SouthernKing]

Activity!

 

[erez87]

Do you know how I came to be child?

No Master. I only know you came for me, to save me.

Yes. One of my old master may have had a part in trying to kill your people, I was here in time to save only you. I sensed your rage and came for you. But I was made by my masters as well. They took us, people with an affinity to the force, and trained us, ruthlessly, until we understood what the force holds.

You speak of the dark side?

Yes. My masters may have been cruel, but the galaxy is cruel, and the force made them powerful, and power leads above the others. But now you and I are powerful, you and I rule supreme over all.

Yes master. We shall bring our rage outwards and bring ruin to all who oppose us.

Yes. Now there are new force sensitive younglings born around the galaxy, without a republican or an empire to lay claim upon them. That is where you and I must step in.

Master?

I will send you out into more populated parts of the galaxy, by yourself, in secrecy. You will disguise yourself as one of the masses. You will look for those younglings and bring them to me.

And we shall train them to be with us.

Yes. They will be our impenetrable army of force wielders. Trained by us to use the dark side of the force to bring rage and chaos to our enemies. And we shall rule supreme.

Yes Master. I will need a ship, and a decent disguise, my species is not well known out there if I am the last…

Simple enough. We will move on with preparations for the younglings you will bring. Make me proud my apprentice.

 

[Zappericus]

Far Have We Fallen​

Noble peered out from beyond the bridge, watching as the ISD Conquest detonated in a flash of blinding, eerily silent light. Sporadic dog-fighting between TIE fighters and escort crafts dominated his view, his commlink overclocked with screams for aid and ruthless betrayal. The Empire he had served for so long, with such unyielding loyalty, had fallen. Whatever shred of command he once answered to were either dead or had deserted the fleet.

The ISD Sovereign rocked as it received another salvo of photon torpedoes to the bow, causing Noble and the other loyalists nearby to fall over. As the gravitational stabilizers failed, they floated effortlessly within the bridge, mixing with the bodies of lost brethren and felled traitors alike. Sovereign was falling.

Noble looked to his squad, whom clung to whatever they could grab onto. Pike was yelling something to him, but it all became but white noise. Static. He turned his head to face outside one final time. He saw unending blue.

And land?

 

[thomas.berubeg]

17 years ago - Unnamed Star system

In a burst of cronau radiation, the small shuttle reverted back to realspace. The shuttle was carbon-scored, and smoke wafted from the port engine. The shuttle shuddered visibly before the engines flickered to life.

“Rwarrararagharrwar. Rworrr.” A wookie hunched over a bleeding Besalisk roared.

“Master Krall’s not going to make it!” Jedi Knight Atasy yelled, pushing his way towards the cabin through the small crowd crammed into the shuttle.

“We’re not Kriffing going to make it unless we get back to hyperspace! Wrench, take General Andarion and see if you can get that hyperdrive up and running.” The clone in the pilot seat bellowed at a clone with a tattoo of a wheel on his seat. The clone, Wrench, saluted, and, grabbing one of the crying padawans, scrambled towards the engine bay of the ship.

The lights in the shuttle flickered, and dimmed to a dull red glow. “Frak frak frak FRAK!”

“Are we followed?”

“I don’t think so, General Shar, but I’ll feel alot safer once we’re a jump or two away from here.”

“Shar, Relic, we need to figure out what’s going on, and with Master Krall as he is, we’re the senior knights.”

“Indeed, Aara. The question most pressing on my mind is that of the clones. Why did they turn on the Jedi?”

“Order Sixty-six, ma’am. Orders came in from the chancellor himself, declaring that the jedi had turned traitor against the republic. Regulations state shoot to kill.

“Gotta Admit it sounds possible, what with Generals Krell, Bulk, and that “Traitor” running around.”

“ but you were a bunch of younglings and archaeologists, not real Generals, battalion chose to take arrest you.”

“What about your orders.”

“We’re soldiers, sir, not butchers. Besides, we’ve fought with you for years, now, you are out brothers and soldiers in arms more than some politician.” A second clone, Patches, spoke up.

“Exactly. So, the 789th agreed to round you up, turn you over to the proper authorities.”

“But you helped us escape, you’re piloting a ship to take us to safety.” A Fosh, Knight, Gerbeir, shouted from the back.

“Well, once we got back onto the holonet, when we saw the news, some of us got to thinking that what was happening wasn’t too right. We fight for the Republic, not some Empire. That doesn’t mean we fight for the man in charge, we fight for it’s institutions. Course, not everyone agreed.”

“It’s bad when brother fights brother.”

Both clones tilted their heads in sorrow.

“So, you got us out.”

“That’s right. Heard about the massacre at the temple, and the boys and me realized that there was no trial waiting. The republic was gone. So, here we are. What now, Master Jedi?”

“Couldn’t you have gotten our lightsabers back, though?”

“It was the sabers or you, and we figured you could....”

A howl of sorrow erupted from the back.

“Master Krall is gone.” Whispered Padawan Orgey.

“So many deaths. The force is screaming in pain.” Shar spoke softly.

“First order of business is getting someone safe. Then we recoup, figure out what to do.”

“Indeed. The Galaxy has forgotten why it needs Jedi. We will wait, and one day it will remember.”

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Wrench cradled his deece in his arms as the crowded transport jostled, never losing his footing. He and his brothers stood alone, their painted armor and pristine weapons offering them a bubble of anonymous serenity amongst the teeming masses.

“I don’t like it, leaving the Jedi” he said, opening a closed channel to his brothers. All wore their faces and shells, polished, but without any of the shine of the Kamino foundries. Blooded in battle, each clone had lost too many brothers to count, though many had rituals of memory. Sparks, for example, had painted a small dot between the green and yellow trimmings of the 745th for each of the fallen. Sparks was dead, now, shot by Wrench as he attempted to prevent the escape. Wrench idly rubbed his thumb over the spackle of spots he had added to his armor in honor of his dead batch-mate.

Relic nodded his head in agreement, but responded just the same “They stick out like sore thumbs. Gotta get the lay of the land, and there’s enough with our face out there that we won’t be noticed.”

“Why are we hiding? Reeks of cowardice? Republic’s still around, even if that... Empire’s gutted it.” The gruff voice of Mule interjected. “Still Seps to fight.”

“Cause we don’t know what’s happened.” Wrench retorted, glaring at the heavy trooper “Republic let this happen, can’t trust them with the Generals. Not yet, at least.”

“Wrench is right.” The last of their group, Sergeant Nico agreed. “We’ve got a duty to the Generals, and that means we need to be out here, gathering intel.” He glanced back at Wrench “Patches and Clamshell and Bugle are with them, and they’re Jedi, warriors, even without sabers they can handle themselves.”

“Archaeologists and children, most of them, sir.”

“But still Jedi.” The Sergeant's tone made it clear the conversation was over.

Relic stared out over the mass of refugees. His eyes followed a beautiful young twi-lek who was moving from refugee to refugee. She was not alone: many were wandering amongst the hopeless crowd, some people peddling their wares or belongings or themselves for credits for the next leg of their journey.

“We need a place to hide. Can’t leave the Jedi on Reecee for too long.”

“Seemed happy enough in the ruins of that old city...” Joked Mule, though Wrench could tell that his heart wasn’t really in the joke.

“Heads up,” warned Relic. “Brothers. 456th, I think” He pinged the location of their brothers on his companion’s HUD. A squad of clones in armor trimmed with a deep purple had just strolled into the cavernous hold.

The squad’s sergeant noticed them immediately and waved, leading his troops towards them.

“Hail, Brothers!” The Sergeant, whose face was adorned with Jaig Eyes and a purple spiral down one arm, called out, forgoing a closed channel for open communication. He intended to make a statement, then.

“Brothers.” Nico answered, clasping his counterparts right arm with his. “Where are you travelling.”

“Coruscant. Reporting for duty to the glorious empire, travelling from Jomark.”

“Left a whole battlefield of tinnies and clankers behind us.” Another clone, his armor dotted with purple paint splashes, scattered like bullet wounds on his torso added.

“I even got me a Jedi. Can’t believe they turned traitor, but we were ready.” A second clone added. Wrench felt Mule shift, but someone, Relic, probably gently touched him.

“You didn’t serve with Krell. The jedi were planning this war from the start,” the last clone in the purple armored squad said, his voice gruff. “I was transferred from the 501st after Umbara, but I’ll never forget how many of our brothers the jedi killed.”

“Where are you going?” Asked the purple shelled sergeant, introducing himself as Regs, putting his hand on the clone that had just spoken.

“Outer Rim, Odryn. Heard that was where the GAR was regrouping.” Nico effortlessly lied, but the other clones stiffened slightly. Where the atmosphere had been convivial before, now it was tense. Wrench subtly shifted his Deece to be more accessible, and he knew that Relic had done the same and Mule had reached for his heavy repeater.

“Republic’s Gone. We are soldiers of the Empire now, brothers.” Regs growled. “You know where your loyalties lie, right?”

“Empire, right. Slip of the tongue, still hasn’t sunk in, yet.” Nico nodded, and Regs relaxed, though a hand still rested lightly on the pistol holstered on his thigh.

For a while, the two groups sat, exchanging news of brothers they had served with or gotten to know on different leaves. Finally, as the ponderous bulk freighter docked with the great space station known as The Fist, the clone who had killed the Jedi turned to Relic and spoke.

“With a name like yours, I bet you like old things. Lemme show you what I got off the Jedi I bagged.” Without asking for a response, he pulled a lightsaber from his bag.

“That’s a training saber.” Relic spoke softly, and Wrench, who had relaxed, was tense as a board again.

“Yeah, what? So? Jedi’s a jedi, Master or Padawan, traitors all. What, you a Jedi Lover?”

“We’re Soldiers. Jorso'ran kando a tome. We don’t kill children.” Nico growled. He tensed the hand he had on his pistol, but Regs was faster, a blast of plasma burning up into the Sergeant's Face Plate.

“Aruetii” Regs shouted, even as two bright cerulean blasts left smoking holes in his armor. Mule had already opened fire with his heavy repeater, sending the clones from the 456th scattering, and Relic and Wrenches, already partially in cover behind benches of the transport, quickly dispatched them.

Mule crouched next to the Sergeant's body. “Frak. Kriffing Frak. Patches should be here.”

Relic, who had gone through a cycle of medic training crouched down next to mule. “He’s gone. No amount of surgery and bacta will fix this.” He checked the other fallen clones. “This one’s still breathing.” He kneeled next to the clone with the bullet hole paint, carbon scoring adding to the design. Relic pulled a bacta patch from his pack.

“What are you doing?” Mule growled, putting a warning hand on relic’s arm. “They tried to shoot us. They killed a kiddy. THEY KILLED THE SERGEANT.”

“They’re brothers.”

“Are they? Nico was my batch mate. We’ve been together since Kamino. They took that away from me. DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?”
“Not a single one of us doesn’t, Mule, that’s why....”

Wrench glanced at the door as warning klaxons shrilled through the almost empty cargo hold.

“Argument for another time, mates. We need to get out of here. If we get off this ship, we can get lost in the station.”

Grunting, Mule picked up the fallen Sergeant’s body and propped it over his shoulder, running for the airlock. Relic was not far behind, though Wrench had seen him whisper a blessing and collect the tags of each of the fallen, taking a moment to lay the bacta patch. Wrench himself knew that he’d be adding more sparks to his armor.

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2 years ago

Jimbo stared down at the cup. It was empty. Again. He growled and reached for the bottle. It was contraband, but nobody cared. The commander shared it once in awhile, and so long as it was hidden when an inspection came by, nobody would say anything. All the old clones did it, all who remembered the old days and had... fought... in Knightfall.

A good soldier follows orders.

He drank for the nightmares, and he knew that a lot of his brothers did the same.

“Deficient,” he’d once have thought if he heard of clones having nightmares. “Defective.”

But he remembered the creche. The bodies. And now he knew. Nothing that the Clankers had ever done could match up to what he and his brothers did. And since the end of the war, the nightmares had kept coming, newer, brighter. Kashyyyk, Bothawui, Murkhana, the oceans of blood only grew.

The 501st had once been the finest in the Galaxy, and torrent company the best of the best. Now nobody called it that. It was Vader’s fist, and nothing more.

A good soldier follows orders.

Knightfall had been chaos, hell, in more ways than one. The Jedi fought bitterly, confused, but vicious in their defence against the clones.

Jimbo remembered Crisco’s voice over his face’s Comms “There are civvies here, evac orders?”

And Appo’s answer “Civvies?” His voice hollow, as if he knew what was coming.

“Younglings. Babies. Innocent”

And Skywalkers, Vader’s voice, had cut in. “There are no civilians in this temple.” Jimbo remembered Crisco’s protests, and how they had cut off in a soft gurgling, choking sound. He remembered the click in his helmet as it counted off Crisco’s death.

A good soldier follows orders.

Master Sinube had always been kind. Kookie, strange, and at times annoying, never a traitor. Jimbo remembered the sad smile, the slight shift of the cane. He knew that the Jedi’s saber was in the handle, but the old man never reached for it.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you and your brothers.” he had said “Patience has won, yes, but the patience of the enemy. But, neverfear, Jimbo, one day you will be free. Yes?”

And he had fired, killing the old man.

A good soldier follows orders.

There were lots of new clones, but they were not his brothers, not really. While most didn’t even bear the same face as he and the commander and Hands and Sand and Tupper and Chopper and Jester and Kev and Appo and Gregor and Sindar and Jedi and Sketch and Punch and, no Punch and Sketch were dead, and Dogger and Booth and Hugs, even new cadets with the Fett face were different. Most didn’t even want names, preferring their numerical designation. Spaarti clones, the majority of them, since the Kamino vats remained in the hands of the republic.

And, that in and of itself was the joke. The Emperor who had been elected to lead the republic now led an army against it, and Jimbo, who had been raised to defend the ideals of the republic, fought those ideals. And brother slaughtered brother in an eternal meat grinder.

“What’s the point?” mumbled Jimbo into his cup.

A Good Soldier Follows Orders.

Someone sat down next to him in the Mess, and through bleary, gummy eyes, he saw it was Tupper. Wordlessly, he pushed the empty bottle towards his brother. Shaking his head, Tupper put his Face, white and unrecognizable, down on the table and pulled out his own flask, filling Jimbo’s glass.

“What are we doing, brother?” Tupper mumbled.

“Drinking. Forgetting.”

“I... just came back from my tour of the prisons. My turn at “order 4256.”” The disgust was clear in the other clones face. “I need this.” He took a deep swig of the liquor. “She was a spy, they said. Togruta... like the commander... A rebel, or a republican, or a tinnie.” He scowled. “She was just scared, and I had to...” He trailed off.

“The Generals would never have made us do that.” Jimbo whispered. “Never. They cared.”

Tupper froze. “Careful, that’s treasonous talk.” He scanned the mess, but nobody was near. The Commander, Rex, as he was once known, sat slumped and motionless, mechanically eating, and taking nothing in. He hadn’t sat and joked with the men since... before.

“It’s true, though. You know that.”

Tupper nodded. “But orders are orders.” He frowned. “And a good soldier follows orders.”

“I’m so tired.”

“We’re clones. The best of the best.” Tupper sounded as tired as Jimbo felt.

Jimbo shrugged, and raised a glass “To the Generals. To Sinube. To Tano. To Kenobi. To Windu. To... Skywalker...”

Tupper raised his bottle and lightly tapped Jimbo’s glass. “I heard some survived the purge.” He whispered. “Survived Vader. In the outer rim.” There was something in Tupper’s voice, something that only a brother could have picked up. Jimbo looked into the other clone’s eyes and gave a slight nod.

A good soldier follows orders

Silently, they both got up and put on their Faces... Helmets, couldn’t call them faces, anymore, since they were all the same. Side by side, they walked to the requisition office, where Tupper requisitioned a can of blue paint.

In the shadows of the unlit barracks, they wordlessly applied the paint to their armor. It had been years since they’d done this, but the motions still felt as natural as breathing. Delicately, Tupper and Jimbo trimmed their armor with Blue, lining the edges. Tupper added the handprints, one for each of his Batch brothers, killed defending Kamino years back. For Jimbo, it was blue bolts of lightning down the front and back of his face and shell.

As they silently worked, they were disturbed only once, when the door to the barracks slid open and Booth and Hugs and a spaarti clone, not a brother, walked in. They saw what was happening, and as the spaarti turned to raise the alarm, Hugs silently killed him. Wordlessly, Booth and Hugs sat with Tupper and Jimbo, and painted.

A good soldier follows orders.

Their work done, their shells looking as they were meant, the clones stole from shadow to shadow, slipping past patrols, racing towards the hanger, daring to hope that they could reach it before they were found.

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Reposting this for posterity, as I get my Jedi and Clones groove back.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Tatooine, Years Ago.

Wind curled tendrils of sand through the ruins of the city. The shattered walls bore the scars of an orbital bombardment of hellish proportions, even sanded smooth by the constant dust storms. The city lay on many levels, the surface levels having born the brunt of the bombing, but the vagaries of time had affected the underground portions as well.

Aara Atasy lightly walked along a crumbling wall, feeling for the ripples of the force. It was a technique that he had been taught by Master Nu herself on one of her rare excursions outside of the temple. The currents pulsed and coiled, and at the edge of his hearing, distant, there was the screaming of beings dead for thirty thousand years. At his side, Balabar walked, as focused on the eddies in the living force as Atasy.

Neither wanted to think about Wrench, who had failed to make his last three check-ins.

Their steps took them further and further into the ruins, farther than any of their group had gone before. Indeed, further than any living being had gone presumably bombing. The Sand people regarded this place as one of their holies of holies, and refused to set foot in these ruins. That was partly why the Jedi had chosen it as a refuge.

The force lay thick and cloying over the ruins, pulsing ever so slightly, as if slowly drawing itself towards the city's heart, pulling the two jedi down the winding cavern.

Atasy’s hand ached for the familiar feel of a lightsaber, so heavy was the sense of menace.

The dust spiralled across the ground, curling between their feet and coiling up their legs.

“You are a failure.”

“Rawrarara. Gragarag.”

“I’m worried too. Wrench’s not the kind to miss checkins.”

A finger of sand snaked up and around the two Jedi’s torso.

“They all died, and you did nothing!”

“He’ll be fine, though. He survived the Clankers and the Purge, what’s going to get him now?” Even to him, the words sounded hollow.

Ahead of the two Jedi, the wind and sand coalesced into a cloaked and shrouded figure. It raised an accusing hand and swept forward on a dark cloud of dust.

“You did this! SITH! You failed him.”

“Rwaragara. EURGHA.” Balabar spoke with command, the force in his words pure and clear, cutting through the miasma of the city. The dust figure shattered against his roar, dissolving into sand. Balabar glanced at Atasy, who simply shrugged.

“Trust in the force.”

Further into the city they walked, their steps leading them down into the catacombs beneath the city. Rustling figures crept at the edge of their vision, and echoes of long silent screams whispered in the distance. Again, Atasy ached for the familiar heft of a saber in his hand, and from the anxious tapping of Balabar’s hand against his leg, he was sure his companion felt the same.

A tremor in the force warned him, and he spun, instinctively raising his arm. In his hand was the familiar feel of his lightsaber, lost so long ago in the brig of the Recusant. With a hiss and crackle, the blade of his saber parried a blow that would have taken his head off.

The skeletal figure, all ashes and dust and bone wasted no time in attacking again. The ghostly green of it’s blade swept for Atasy’s torso, forcing the Jedi to leap backwards. The figure followed, and around it more of it’s kind rose from the dust. Green and blue and yellow and orange and violet flashed and clashed as Balabar and Atasy found themselves back to back, parrying blow after blow as the shadows struck like lightning.

The shadows whispered accusingly with each blow.

“You did this. Sith.”

“They all died because of you. Sith!”

“The galaxy will burn because of you, SITH!”

“Sith. Sith. Sith. SITH!”

Atasy and Balabar found themselves moving with a speed they had only seen in the greatest of masters, as if the force itself were acting on their limbs. Time seemed of no consequence.

Despite the speed, the mastery, both knew that they were slowly being overwhelmed, exhaustion aching in their limbs. For every shadowy jedi they struck down, two more burst into existence.

Ever so slowly the two Jedi were being driven back, their leaps grew slightly less far and their parries slightly less sharp.

And then a blue bolt hit one of the shadowy figures in the back. It screeched, and burst into a cloud of dust. With a mechanical precision, blast after blast cut down the shadowy attackers. Renewed in vigor, Atasy and Balabar rekindled their attacks, and finally the last of the dust gently fell to the ground. As it settled, their sabers vanished again.

“Where did those come from?” Atasy asked.

“Grahghara. Ghar.” Balabar pointed forward, further down the city where stood a clone trooper, weapon at the ready. Seeing that the Jedi had seen him, he waved them forward.

“Wrench! What are you doing down here?”

“Got back from the supply run and patches let me know you were down here, Sir. Figured you could use some backup.”

“It’s appreciated. We were worried about you!”

“Just doing my duty.” Both Jedi knew Wrench well at that point, and could hear how much more than duty it was in his voice.

“Rhagaharah.”

“Hah. Gonna take more than a pirate attack to prevent a Clone from fulfilling his duty, Balabar. So, what are we doing down here?”

“Following the force. There’s something here for us.”

“Roger that, sir. I’ll take point, if any more of those uglies show their faces, we’ll send them packing.”

“That way, then.” Atasy pointed. They walked in silence, but the oppressive atmosphere of the city seemed to have lifted. Where the city had seemed dark and dead before, now it glowed with an innate shine. Echoes of laughter came from the empty rooms above, and a hint of running water could be heard.

Still, at the edge of their vision, just beyond all their senses but the force itself, the darkness lurked, gathering for a final great push. The city spiralled downwards, and as they pushed close to the bottom, the darkness grew again, forcing the light inwards until only the area around which they walked remained lit.

Something crunched under their feet. With a muffled curse, Atasy realized that they had walked into a field of bones, hundreds of skeletons sprawled as if they had fallen running from, or to, something.

“Steady, Steady!” Wrenches ordered.

Finally the spiral levelled out before two great stone doors, carved in beautiful detail. A roaring Krayt dragon embossed on the stone curled up and over and around, covering almost every inch.

“Wouldja look at that.” The clone whispered. “That’s where they were running, I guess.”

“It’s... something. I can’t tell how old it is. Might even date to before Tatooine's glassing! Thoughts, Balabar? ”

The two jedi gazed in awe, and as Balabar raised one hand to touch the stone, the force quivered, tensed, and snapped. Wrench threw himself at the wookie, knocking him to the ground. Not a second too soon, either. Great jaws snapped at where the wookie had just stood.

With a tearing feel to the force, and the sound of a thousand voices screaming the stone Krayt Dragon was rippling and pulling itself free from the stone. It Roared, and the city vibrated with it’s sound.

Wasting no time, Wrench opened fire with his his deece, peppering the dragon’s flesh with blue blaster fire. As the beast’s blood dripped to the floor, it turned back to sand.

Balabar and Atasy both reached for their sabers, but grasped at nothing.

Balabar roared, and Atasy reached with his mind. He knew what the wookie wanted to try, but doubted, somehow, that the creature had a mind to calm.

Together, the two jedi reached forward, even as Wrench was rolling to cover. Atasy recoiled as the Force snapped back at him and saw that balabar did the same. The creature did have a mind, but one filled with such anger and despair that it’s touch was painful.

Balabar Roared and threw himself at the creature, trusting Wrench and Atasy to have it distracted. Wrench fired, aiming for the eyes, and Atasy used the force to lob debris at the Dragon. A cloud of stone and sand whirled in a tempest around the two jedi, serving both as a shield and as a ammunition as they threw whatever they had at the dragon.

Though they struck blow after blow, the sand that was the creature’s flesh and blood turned into more ammunition against it, it never seemed to weaken.

Finally, Balabar stumbled, and the Dragon seized its chance. It pounced, and with one great claw pinned the wookie to the ground. Atasy flinched, and was himself pinned.

Above him, the Dragon reared, opening it’s mouth. A dull red glow lit the insides of it’s throat, throwing the arm-length fangs into sharp detail.

“No! Not them!” Wrench threw himself in between the Jedi and the descending maw. As the dragon’s mouth closed around the clone, the fangs touching the white armor, they dissolved. The dragon collapsed into sand around the Jedi and Clone.

Atasy and Balabar coughed as they dusted themselves off. They looked at the door, warily, but the engraved dragon was motionless and still.

“Shall we move on, sirs?” Wrench said, his voice betraying some exhaustion and fear. With a nod, Atasy and Balabar pushed the doors open with the force.

The doors opened onto the edge of a great cavern. The ceiling arched high overhead, and massive columns of stone rose majestically. At the far end, where the surface likely lay, a great mountain of rubble blocked the sunlight completely.

But what dominated the cavern itself was in the middle. A great ship, unlike any that the Jedi had seen before. It lay dead, clearly tilting to one side. Writing, archaic, but legible, adorned the side.

“The Sunrider.” Atasy whispered.

A series of rough hewn steps led down the wall and towards the ship itself.

“They musta hidden here, buried themselves in this cavern so that their enemies wouldn’t find them.” Wrenches said as they slowly followed the steps. “Didn’t work, it looks like.” He added, softly.

As they set foot on the floor of the cavern, a gust of wind blew at their backs, and the sand again took the shapes of shrouded figures. This time, though, they stood silent in regimented ranks, Lightsabers ready, as if an honor guard.

A light shone from one of the open doors of the ship, and as the three approached, a woman stepped out. She wore simple clothes, a roughly woven tunic and pants, but on her brow rested a crown. The light seem to shine from her skin.

“Who are you, who have breached this tomb?”

“Jedi Knights Atasy and Balabar, and Trooper Wrench.” As he spoke, the Sand Jedi moved to form a half circle behind them.

“Yes... you are Jedi. Sith would not have made it this far. Only great loyalty would have guarded you beyond death, as it were, and that loyalty is not the way of the Sith.” She tilted her head. “ No, you do not have the taint of the darkside upon your soul. The Force brought our ship here to this city. We thought it would keep us safe, even if it hadn’t it’s original inhabitants. It was a new start, hidden, safe. We were deceived. It brought us only death.” The woman seemed to consider. “Very Well, She is yours. She has been my home for many thousands of years, and that of my brothers and sisters. But you have come, and we are now relieved of our oaths.”

“Ragarbrahhh?”

“You are Jedi, Balabar of Kashyyyk. Our people survived, and we are no longer needed. Though we failed them here in the hidden city of the thousand fountains, the Jedi survive outside, and for that we may finally sleep.” As she spoke, she slowly faded, until all that remained was her voice. Behind her, the sand figures slowly fell back into the dust. “Take care of our legacy, Knights Atasy and Balabar.”

“And Trooper Wrench.” Atasy nodded at the trooper.

“Ah, sir, don’t worry about me. You are the Jedi.” Wrench spoke proudly. “And I’ll always be there for you.”

“And us for you and your brothers, Wrench.”

“We know, Sir, we know.” There was a sad note in the trooper’s voice.

As the last of the light faded, so did the ancient echoes of the force, both dark and light. The cavern was truly still now. Gingerly, the Jedi and the trooper entered the ship. Wrench immediately moved towards one of the access panels and popped it open. “Not a hint of power, sir. We’ll need to find the generator core, see if there’s even the standby power to jump her reactor.”

Atasy nodded “Going to be hard to get her up and running again, if that’s what we want.”

“RARGAH! RWAR” Balabar had already strode deeper into the ship, and looked into the door. His happy roar brought Atasy and Wrench running. The Wookie stood in the doorway to a large room filled with datachips and data crystals.

“We’ll come back here, Balabar. Can’t read any of those without power.”

They inched along the main corridor to the ship, passing hundreds of rooms, one filled with deactivated maintenance droids, another with dead, desiccated plants, another with hundreds of bunks and beds, and one Atasy would swear held a saberforge. Finally, they reached the reactor. Atasy and Wrench immediately moved to see if they could coax even a bit of life from the reactor for a diagnostic of the ship’s system.

A sharp beep brought a moment of joy to Atasy’s heart before he realized it was Wrench’s com. “Gotta go, Sir. Patches asking for me. You see if you can get anything out of this ship. I look forward to hearing what you find.”

“Alright, Wrench. Thanks!”

“Always an honor, sir.” The trooper sharply saluted.

As Wrench left, Atasy fiddled with the controls. For a brief second, the screens flickered, but after another hour of work, Atasy had realized that they would need to bring new generators down. “At least some of the systems would work if there was juice.” he mumbled to himself.

Balabar had long left to explore the rest of the ship, and Atasy hoped that he was having more luck.

Frustrated and realizing that there was nothing more they could do, the two walked back up to the surface. Whereas their journey down had taken hours, in less than a half hour, the two had reached the ridge overlooking their small cave encampment.

Relic stood somber, waiting for them on the ridge, anxiously peering in their directions.

“Sirs.” He saluted “Bad news, just came in over the Holonet. Wrench’s shuttle was shot down by pirates over Mon Cal yesterday. All hands lost.”

And this one too.

 

[Tyo]

PATCH NOTES AKA MORE SHAMELESS STEALING FROM SONEREAL
I’ve streamlined leadership. Essentially, I phased it out. Instead, leaders can be assigned to a single task each turn. These tasks are:
Commander[TAC] - Must be attached to a Military Group.
General[STR] - Must be attached to a Military structure, such as barracks or a space station.
Intelligence Agent[INT] - Must have an espionage mission in mind.
Governor[MAN] - Must be attached to a world you have structures on.
Head Scientist[SCI] - Must be attached to a world you have influence on.
Head Engineer[SCA] - Must be attached to an army/navy.
Diplomat[CHA] - Must have a diplomatic mission in mind.

Tasks will carry over from one turn to another so long as the condition for the task remains true. For example, if units tasked with scavenging with Leader A one turn are put into the main force and sent on the offensive with Leader B, Leader A will no longer be assigned to anything.

Force Sensitivity now acts like a global modifier to all actions, basically. It’s not exactly how it works, but generally speaking, that isn’t an incorrect interpretation. Loyalty has been changed to affect none of the actions, but is just a number that really denotes the person’s loyalty to the faction.

Be sure to take note of this in your orders this turn.

Also, further military revision. You now assign both ships and ground units to Military Groups. These can themselves consist of only starships and ground units, but now, you can just have them all in the same “block.” This doesn’t change much of anything on the combat side of things, except now battles on land and space can happen in tandem.

 

[Tyo]

~40 hour warning.

 

[erez87]

Should I resend orders or are they clear as to what each of my leaders should do?

Also - seeing as I chose to begin with fewer leaders, could I add more later on for free as my story progresses?

 

[Zappericus]

I'll get my orders in shortly. Got2Slep

 

[Tyo]

Should I resend orders or are they clear as to what each of my leaders should do?

Also - seeing as I chose to begin with fewer leaders, could I add more later on for free as my story progresses?

You only gave specific direction for one of them so to avoid confusion I'd specify what each one is doing.

Leaders are obtained semi-randomly anyways so yeah. However, you'll have less of a hand in their stats.

 

[Tyo]

~20 hour warning

I only have 2 orders in.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

My first name was CC-22563434-ab, and I was proud of that name. It meant I was one of a hundred thousand, a million brothers. I’d never be alone.

I had just been assigned to Besh-squad when the clankers hit Kamino. The only combat experience I had was in the Sims, and I was the perfect shiny. That’s what we call those of us who haven’t fought yet. Our armor still had that nice new shine, before the mud and dust of reality darkens it.

Kriff, I wasn’t really even a shiny yet. All I had was training gear, we were just getting ready for our first run at the citadel. That’s the graduation for clones. You beat the citadel, you get shipped off world. They ran rooks through it at the beginning of combat training, but nobody ever beat it then.

We knew we would, though. Besh squad. We were cocky arses then. It was me and four of my brothers. Still was the only one of us that had taken a name by then, but I’ll never forget the names of my brothers. How could I? They were my brothers. CC-224532232-dr, CC-a5636732-22, and CC-aaaa884353-aa.

Right, anyway, we were one our way to the citadel when the whole city shook. Intel had known the seps were going to be making a run at the vats, but they figured the fleet would hold it in orbit. “Pride of the Core” would be there, and generals Skywalker and Kenobi. Well, I guess Intel wasn’t figuring on the fact that the seps knew all that, and had planned ahead.

The clankers were swarming out of the waves, like so many sea monsters out of a Kaminoan folk tale. They had these big drill ships, and they were cutting into the wall of the city.

We were given orders, “Head back to the barracks and don’t move.”


Hah. Like hell we were gonna do that. This was our home, our brother’s home. The younger cadets wouldn’t be able to fight, we had to protect them. We hadn’t realized that’s what the older clones thought about us too, that we had to be protected till we were ready. We all know, but forget it sometimes, that a Clone is always ready to fight. We’re never alone as long we remember our brothers.

We did go to the Barracks, but only cause the closest armory was that way. Still grabbed the sniper rifle, man could pick the wings of a pigmy Dartmoth seventeen clicks away. The rest of us grabbed our deeces, and headed back to the fight.

That’s when we lost CC-a5636732-22, glancing blast to the head. YOu gotta remember, we didn’t have our faces yet, we were wearing training armor meant to take training bolts. No protection. We didn’t have time to mourn, that would come later.

Still, we lost right outside the gestation chambers. He was killing clankers by the dozens, calm headshot one after the other, when a crazy witch with a red lightsaber flew past, took his head off. He was an afterthought to her, she didn’t even look back before she was already gone.

We didn’t have time to really notice that, or mourn him, either. Well, none of us except CC-224532232-dr, he was Still’s batch-mate. No clone is supposed to be closer to one than another, but batch mates... that’s different. He screamed, chased her down the hallway, but one of them buzz droids, it popped up out of a vent, and that was the end of CC-224532232-dr.

The mourning came after. If you look at the logs of the battle of Kamino, wherever they are, I, and CC-aaaa884353-aa, or Aces, the name he took after the battle, got commendations for bravery and honor and going above and beyond the demands of duty for defending one of the gestation chambers from the commando droids. Aces got recommended for Arc Training, and I was put on the fast-track command track. But, really, what I knew, and I know Aces, and a thousand others of us, I’m sure there’s some of you out in the crowd, was that we weren’t shiny anymore.

Our shell had been washed of its luster in the blood of our brothers. And I carry that with me everywhere.


The Second name I had was Brick. I got it on Minbam, five years after the clone wars. People remember the mud jumpers of the 224th, but, it was a different place when we fought there. I’m sure the mud was the same, crawling into the tightest seals, oozing cold and slimy under our body gloves, and that the Rain was the same, soaking all our electronics.

But the war, that was different. As different as war could be. We weren’t fighting clankers, or sep sympathisers like on Umbara. No, here we were fighting our brothers. Imperials. They had their “Stormtrooper” armor, white and colorless and full of smooth curves. We were resplendent in our shells and faces, the hard lines of the phase three armors colored with the deep purple of the 709th, Koon’s Cougars. But under the featureless face across the lines from us were brothers.

We were taught that, as long as one brother remained, we were not alone. But, if that brother was shooting at me, could I really believe it?

But, yeah, the name, Brick, I took one night. I’d tried other names over the years, but none stuck with me.

It was dark, and rainy, just like every night on that sodden mess of a planet. We were on patrol, I was leading my men. I had made captain, but I liked to take patrols with the men. I couldn’t ask something of them I didn’t do myself, and so we found ourselves in a tiny village. Fifteen families at most in one longhouse, Human, for the most part. Which, I guess, is why the Empire ended up there later that night.

But for now, we were welcomed as heroes. Mimban was a separatist stronghold in the war, but by then, that didn’t matter. We weren’t the Empire, that’s what those people knew, and they feasted us for it.

I remember one girl in particular. Red hair, cute nose, perfect smile, maybe eighteen, twenty. For some reason, she had her eye on me. Sat with me, leaned her head on my shoulder, even kissed me on the scar I got on Bilbringi.

I had no idea what I was doing.

We were trained soldiers, surrounded by brothers. The Jedi were the only women we knew, and, well, they were the generals. No flirting there.

But this girl, we hit it off. We talked late into the night, even after the rest of the squad had bunkered down for sleep. That might actually be what saved me. When the empire hit the village, walker bolts tearing through the houses like so much paper, I was in the doorway. Half my squad was killed outright, the other half injured. They tended to each other and the civies.

I stood in the doorway, my shell and my deece the only obstacle between her and my men and the Empire outside. And I stood in the doorway, and not one of the bastards got through. All night they came, and all night I killed my brothers to save my brothers... and a girl I barely knew, who stood at my side with an old rusted pistol taking potshots at stormies.

“Just like another brick in the wall” one of my men said, and I liked it.

I learned, that night, that my brothers were important, and always would be, but that bonds of war, of loyalty, can be forged outside.

And that’s why I am here.

The third name I have is Father, and I think it’s my favorite. My daughter, Maggie grew up with stories, like all kids. Her stories were of the Hero Without Fear, and the Negotiator, and the Dark Lady, but they were also about Aces, and Cutlass, and Diver and hundreds of others.

When I came here, I hung up my face on the wall, and hoped never to put it on again. I farmed, and had a baby, and that baby grew to be seven. She’s training at the temple, now, but she comes home every weekend. We’re so proud of her.

And she’s the reason I agreed to command you lot, Clones and Militia, and so my wife would never have to take down that rusted blaster pistol from it’s spot on our wall. And, I know, that’s also why you volunteered to fight. And none of us stand alone.

 

[Tyo]

Update 2: At the Surface

STATS

Mandalorian Camp Raided!
In the night, a small band of pirates raided a Mandalorian camp that is still setting itself up. Most of the forces were out scavenging at the time. The raid itself did not do much damage, stealing only about 5% of the camp’s resources before they left as the armed skiffs came back from salvage operations. This has, though, somewhat lowered the legitimacy of the camp which has been seeking to unify Mandalore.
(5% of each resource lost, -5% Mandalorian Planetary Influence[net gain of 3%])

Imperials Recover Operational AT-AT
The surviving Imperials from the Battle over Kamino wasted no time in trying to recover any salvage from their own wreckage. Their effort already bears fruit; the Imperials have found, within the hull of a downed Imperial Star destroyer, an operational (if severely damaged) AT-AT. While the walker can function, given it had legs to stand on (literally), its usefulness on Kamino is under debate and with no means to get it off-world, the discovery has been regarded as a dud by junior officers. However, the walker still presents an opportunity for research or salvage. Or, it could possibly be stored until it can be better utilized. The administration of this Imperial outpost has a decision to make, in any case.
(Special Resource: Derelict AT-AT added to Kamino.)

Pirates Destroyed
While on a scavenging run, members of a party of what is speculated to be Imperial origins recently wiped out pirates that were themselves scavenging a crashed frigate. The frigate was mostly picked clean of anything exceptionally valuable, but the act has scored the group some favor with the few locals on Yalara
(+3% Influence on Yalara)

Jedi Starfighter Recovered
Searching in orbit on Dantooine, members of a Jedi remnant on Dantooine have recovered a mostly-functional Jedi Starfighter. This finding, while reportedly not what the Jedi were looking for, has a lot of potential. The craft itself needs only minimal repair to be operational, and if it becomes so, it would be a significant boon to the security of the sector as very few fighter-sized ships can top a Jedi Starfighter in full operational condition. However, even more lucrative may be to dismantle the ship and reverse engineer it.
(Special Resource: Damaged Jedi Starfighter added to Dantooine.)

Imperials and Sepratist Remnants Battle over Dubrillion
A small remnant Imperial and Republic Fleets have engaged in combat above Dubrillion. Both fleets were merely in transit as they ran across each other and a falling out occurred over comms. Dubrillion space has become quite dangerous to traverse in light of this active conflict.
(Dubrillion Raid Threat increased by 1.)

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GM NOTES

• You probably should give all of your leaders tasks each turn. There should be something they can do. Leaving a leader doing nothing is wasting a particularly valuable resource.
• I added in what resources you can obtain by scavenging from each planet. You discover how much is left when you tap into the resource.
• Large scavenging operations can only take you so far. Other methods of progression should be explored alongside them, not one or the other. Don't neglect other parts of reconstruction.

SUGGESTED ORDERS FORMAT
It's just a suggestion.
[FACTION NAME]
[FACTIONAL RESOURCES]
BUILD ORDERS
List units and buildings you want to raise here. It would be wise to include their price.

LEADER ORDERS
List your leaders and what you want to have them do, or stop doing. Like said in the rules, leaders will continue on their last assigned task until either impossible or you make them stop. You should also "attach" them to things here.

 

[Tyo]

Orders lock on the 24th.

lil more activity on here would be appreciated

 

[thomas.berubeg]

I'm WRITING!