[X] Support this, it’s a much better name for such a wonderful creature!
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
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Quest Deep Periphery Quest (Battletech Sandbox Empire Builder)
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Thors_Alumni
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I like it. I will change my vote. but I still want to name something Gambier Bay.
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
[X] Support this, it’s a much better name for such a wonderful creature!
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
[X] Wow (As in "Wow, this place has lots of stuff!")
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PeaceMaker 03
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[X] Dame tiger name change “Nox-Rex tiger”
[X] Pangea for new name of the continent.
[X] Pangea for new name of the continent.
Turn 9 Advisors and Planning
Turn 9 Actions
Say what you will about the Dracs, they go to their deaths with dignity. Albeit a dignity stained with the memory of the foul deeds that they’d committed during their rampage on the day your parents died and the planet was savaged. A dignity accompanied by threats about what House Kurita would do to the populace of this planet when they inevitably conquered it.
But the deed is done.
Most of the infantry who had been captured are resigned to their fates, spending the rest of their lives in hard-labor chain gangs. Those who had been found to be comparatively innocent, guilty only of having a gun pointed at them to force them into obedience in non-combat roles, were offered citizenship, which surprised many of them and they all quickly accepted, swearing fealty to the crown with an almost pathetic eagerness.
You get a report from the zoologists and biologists. The damage to the icebreakers caused by the dire penguins was due to the insanely sharp and strong toothed beaks they sported, which evidently were needed to break through the thick shells of the molluscs that were their primary diet. They just seemed to think everything that existed was food, was hiding food, was hiding things that were hiding food… the video taken from one of the icebreakers showing a swarm of dire penguins attacking an ejected empty ammo drum is quite illuminating.
And disturbing.
Very disturbing.
Especially when it is reported that apparently the only reason the swarm of dire penguins stopped pursuing the icebreakers when they retreated at full speed was that they starved to death.
Granted this was within the first hundred miles or so away from the coast of the Antarctic region where they’d been found, evidently the dire penguins had insanely high caloric requirements when in a kill frenzy. The reports about the sheer density of molluscs on the sea bottom from before the dire penguin attack seem to bear that out.
You’ll need to decide at some point if the titanium deposits are worth the difficulty. You’d have to either exterminate the dire penguins, which could result in massive mollusc overpopulation, or figure out some way to deter the things.
You check with the researchers, evidently after some testing the molluscs in question are quite delicious as well, especially with butter sauce. So there is that.
[] EX-TERM-IN-ATE (and arrange for a clamming industry in the region to harvest the molluscs, yummy giant clams in butter sauce…)
[] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[] The Circle of Life is Sacred, leave the dire penguins alone and hope they never find their way away from the Antarctic. Pity about all that titanium.
You go over the list of proposed names for the equatorial continent. A few are thrown out preemptively, you are not naming a continent Conty McContininentface. All of the names with rude words in them are also tossed out. It comes down to a close contest between a bunch of history buffs pushing to commemorate Taffy 3 by naming the continent after USS Gambier Bay and others pushing the somewhat amusing ‘Wow’ name for it.
Well, you’ve heard of some of the planet names from the old star charts. Wow isn’t too bad, you guess. It’s not a four letter word, it’s not Conty McContinentface, and it doesn’t seem to be all that offensive to anybody you check with. So, you decide to go with the winning vote and officially proclaim the name of the continent to be ‘Wow’.
You do decide to exercise a little royal privilege and have the harbor where the dire penguins swarm named Gambier Bay.
You meet with your advisors to start planning for the year ahead.
General Wolf is generally pleased with how things are shaping up. He’d like to get a few flights of Rocs stood up, but that isn’t really a pressing matter for him
“We could also build some of the new Mighty Mules that have been proposed, with tracked trailers mounting a fixed Thumper artillery piece. However we are lacking sufficient line units to protect even semi-mobile artillery from attack. It’s something that would be real nice to have once we’ve bulked up our main force. One thing we’ll want to consider is sending our infantry into training.” he smirks at that. “Including your platoon, Your Majesty. Would be nice to get them upgraded to veteran status. We also should consider investing in motorized infantry. They give us a bit more mobility without the expense of APCs.”
You point out that you are currently pregnant, and Sergeant Ngô is likewise expecting, and the old warhorse just grins. “Well, this is true. And quite inappropriate, Lieutenant Griffith, being pregnant on active duty. As a more senior officer this might be fine, but as a junior lieutenant this is clearly unacceptable.”
Sergeant Ngô is smirking as the General speaks.
“Stand up, Lieutenant.” he barks.
You scramble to attention, old instincts still in force thanks to the time you’ve spent in the field.
“Since you so kindly gave me this opening, Lieutenant. Attention to orders. On this, the fifth day of the second month of the Year of Our Lord 2939, in accordance with the authority vested in my person as commander of the Griffin’s Roost Armed Forces under the direction of Her Majesty the Queen, I do hereby direct and require Second Lieutenant Jacqueline Griffith to be promoted to the permanent rank of Captain. Effective this date. Further. CAPTAIN Jacqueline Griffith is hereby assigned as permanent commander of the Palace Detachment of the Griffin’s Roost Armed Forces with an effective assignment date of this day, February 5th 2939. Further, CAPTAIN Griffith is hereby placed on maternity leave as per regulations and shall report back for active duty no earlier than six months after the birth of her child.”
He pauses, smirking. “You will want to make sure you have the appropriate uniforms, Captain, I’m sure Sergeant-Major Ngô would be happy to assist in such.”
She’d been smirking the entire time you were getting your happy ass promoted. That smirk suddenly vanished as General Wolf turned his attention to her. “And you, Sergeant-Major, are to also consider yourself on maternity leave under the same regulation. Sergeant van Lustbader can cover your duties while you are on leave.”
You were torn between admiration for how well the General mousetrapped you into getting promoted despite your fervent desire to avoid even the appearance of nepotism, and annoyance for how you got promoted despite your fervent desire to avoid even the appearance of nepotism.
“You are promoting the entire platoon, those who remain at least, aren’t you.” you accuse, and the old General smirks and nods.
“I am, I’m also bulking up the platoon to company strength and assigning one of the top graduates of the Aerie to operational command. We’ll be using the unit as a means of evaluating and grooming promising young officers for higher command responsibilities. And before you ask.” his smirk becomes positively blinding. “We’ve already gotten both the Lords and the Commons to sign off on it with veto proof majorities, Your Majesty.”
“There has to be more to that…” you start and the general nods.
“There is, Your Majesty. The long term plan is that this unit will be primarily ceremonial in nature, much like the Queen’s Guards and Queen’s Life Guards back in the United Kingdom on old Terra. We are still researching the details, as the historical data is a bit sparse on this, but we have enough that we are confident in beginning the tradition.”
“And I have no say in this?” you grumble.
“Veto-proof majority, Your Majesty.”, he smirks “And personally, this is probably a better thing in the long term than having the Palace guard be a full up combat unit. That way lies the Praetorian Guards.”
You and now Sergeant-Major Ngô complain about this to each other and your respective husbands for hours.
Tyler sweeps in, his usual ebullient self. “I promise I’ve not gone behind your back for anything!” he grandly declares. “But I do have a few proposals for you. First of all, the geologists, botanists, biologists, zoologists, naturalists, and I think even the naturists although why they care when you already allow nude beaches is beyond me are all bugging me about exploring and mapping the interior waterways of the aptly named Wow continent.”
You glare at him for the nude beaches crack.
“So, I strongly recommend buying a whole bunch of those spiffy new harbor patrol boats and making a go of it. I also still think it would be a great idea to build a proper drop port, both here in the capital and in Huế mới, having two of them gives us important redundancy plus, bluntly, makes it far easier to transport goods and people quickly.”
“And you own the company that is most likely to win the contract, don’t you.” you grumble, knowing that despite that Tyler makes a very conscientious effort to avoid any favoritism in contracting.
“Let’s not get bogged down on who owns what.” he replies grandly.
“TYLER!”
“Sorry, sorry. But seriously. I suspect that having the drop ports might help if and when we start pushing for proper space infrastructure, but that could just be my gut feeling. Other than that, we’re good on the Interior front. Oh, and congratulations, Captain!”
He manages to escape the office before defenestration occurs.
Dr Young shows up with a bit of a smile, an unusual expression for her.
“I have a pair of new proposals for you, Your Majesty.” she begins, after being bid to sit down. “We’ve been in a holding pattern, as you know. However, after our debriefing of Dagny we’ve begun more focused long term planning. We’d like to establish a small office to officially codify the policies and procedures surrounding the establishment of embassies to other powers, as well as embassies from said powers. There would only be an upfront cost for now, but in the future it would require a small staff per embassy exchanged.”
She takes a sip of ice-water. “In addition, one of the interns in my office had a wonderful proposal that I think would be an excellent addition. A sub-Ministry of Culture. With a small staff we’ll be able to promote the unique cultural heritage of Griffin’s Roost, both domestically and eventually to the rest of the galaxy.”
Professor Chapman joins you for a short meeting, mostly laughing about the latest lame broadside from the rather hilariously named People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People. The posters are outrageously inept, to the point where you suspect that they are actually promoting some sort of comedy production rather than a serious attempt at opposition.
Unless this IS their idea of a serious opposition. The jury is still out on this, but considering the trainwreck of an interview you’d watched in which Josh Baldwin had managed to simultaneously advocate four different mutually contradictory positions in the course of one answer to a completely unrelated question that had nothing to do with any of the things he wound up saying.
You find yourself feeling just a little dumber for having listened to that rambling incoherent mess.
She does bring up the fact that you are a year away from the 10th anniversary of your taking the throne, tragic as it was personally for you. She strongly recommends planning for a commemoration of the anniversary.
Dr Palmer is busy in the labs but she does send you a memo listing a number of recommendations.
In light of the recent scare with the false positive on the limited deep space surveillance, she recommends investing in researching Orbital Infrastructure, electronics, and continuing work on Materials science.
Juanita shows up in your office a bit grimly. “While I don’t object to your decision to let the impressed members of the Kuritan force free and offer them citizenship, indeed I suspect that ultimately this is the right choice as it sets the tone for future interactions, we do need to be careful. If any of them managed to conceal their membership in any of House Kurita’s intelligence organizations we could have predators moving amongst our people without us knowing. I strongly recommend that we dedicate Intelligence teams to monitoring them discreetly and watching for signs of subversive behavior.”
Janet bounces in a few days later, looking positively radiant… and wearing a large diamond engagement ring on her finger which she is waving around exuberantly. Looks like she has indeed found Mr Right, and Sergeant-Major Ngô’s brother has finally gotten the memo that yes, your old roommate was in fact interested in him for THAT. Annoyingly, neither you nor the good Sergeant-Major won the pool. The power of bà is apparently paramount in such affairs and you were foolish to bet against her.
Say what you will about the Dracs, they go to their deaths with dignity. Albeit a dignity stained with the memory of the foul deeds that they’d committed during their rampage on the day your parents died and the planet was savaged. A dignity accompanied by threats about what House Kurita would do to the populace of this planet when they inevitably conquered it.
But the deed is done.
Most of the infantry who had been captured are resigned to their fates, spending the rest of their lives in hard-labor chain gangs. Those who had been found to be comparatively innocent, guilty only of having a gun pointed at them to force them into obedience in non-combat roles, were offered citizenship, which surprised many of them and they all quickly accepted, swearing fealty to the crown with an almost pathetic eagerness.
You get a report from the zoologists and biologists. The damage to the icebreakers caused by the dire penguins was due to the insanely sharp and strong toothed beaks they sported, which evidently were needed to break through the thick shells of the molluscs that were their primary diet. They just seemed to think everything that existed was food, was hiding food, was hiding things that were hiding food… the video taken from one of the icebreakers showing a swarm of dire penguins attacking an ejected empty ammo drum is quite illuminating.
And disturbing.
Very disturbing.
Especially when it is reported that apparently the only reason the swarm of dire penguins stopped pursuing the icebreakers when they retreated at full speed was that they starved to death.
Granted this was within the first hundred miles or so away from the coast of the Antarctic region where they’d been found, evidently the dire penguins had insanely high caloric requirements when in a kill frenzy. The reports about the sheer density of molluscs on the sea bottom from before the dire penguin attack seem to bear that out.
You’ll need to decide at some point if the titanium deposits are worth the difficulty. You’d have to either exterminate the dire penguins, which could result in massive mollusc overpopulation, or figure out some way to deter the things.
You check with the researchers, evidently after some testing the molluscs in question are quite delicious as well, especially with butter sauce. So there is that.
[] EX-TERM-IN-ATE (and arrange for a clamming industry in the region to harvest the molluscs, yummy giant clams in butter sauce…)
[] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[] The Circle of Life is Sacred, leave the dire penguins alone and hope they never find their way away from the Antarctic. Pity about all that titanium.
You go over the list of proposed names for the equatorial continent. A few are thrown out preemptively, you are not naming a continent Conty McContininentface. All of the names with rude words in them are also tossed out. It comes down to a close contest between a bunch of history buffs pushing to commemorate Taffy 3 by naming the continent after USS Gambier Bay and others pushing the somewhat amusing ‘Wow’ name for it.
Well, you’ve heard of some of the planet names from the old star charts. Wow isn’t too bad, you guess. It’s not a four letter word, it’s not Conty McContinentface, and it doesn’t seem to be all that offensive to anybody you check with. So, you decide to go with the winning vote and officially proclaim the name of the continent to be ‘Wow’.
You do decide to exercise a little royal privilege and have the harbor where the dire penguins swarm named Gambier Bay.
You meet with your advisors to start planning for the year ahead.
General Wolf is generally pleased with how things are shaping up. He’d like to get a few flights of Rocs stood up, but that isn’t really a pressing matter for him
“We could also build some of the new Mighty Mules that have been proposed, with tracked trailers mounting a fixed Thumper artillery piece. However we are lacking sufficient line units to protect even semi-mobile artillery from attack. It’s something that would be real nice to have once we’ve bulked up our main force. One thing we’ll want to consider is sending our infantry into training.” he smirks at that. “Including your platoon, Your Majesty. Would be nice to get them upgraded to veteran status. We also should consider investing in motorized infantry. They give us a bit more mobility without the expense of APCs.”
You point out that you are currently pregnant, and Sergeant Ngô is likewise expecting, and the old warhorse just grins. “Well, this is true. And quite inappropriate, Lieutenant Griffith, being pregnant on active duty. As a more senior officer this might be fine, but as a junior lieutenant this is clearly unacceptable.”
Sergeant Ngô is smirking as the General speaks.
“Stand up, Lieutenant.” he barks.
You scramble to attention, old instincts still in force thanks to the time you’ve spent in the field.
“Since you so kindly gave me this opening, Lieutenant. Attention to orders. On this, the fifth day of the second month of the Year of Our Lord 2939, in accordance with the authority vested in my person as commander of the Griffin’s Roost Armed Forces under the direction of Her Majesty the Queen, I do hereby direct and require Second Lieutenant Jacqueline Griffith to be promoted to the permanent rank of Captain. Effective this date. Further. CAPTAIN Jacqueline Griffith is hereby assigned as permanent commander of the Palace Detachment of the Griffin’s Roost Armed Forces with an effective assignment date of this day, February 5th 2939. Further, CAPTAIN Griffith is hereby placed on maternity leave as per regulations and shall report back for active duty no earlier than six months after the birth of her child.”
He pauses, smirking. “You will want to make sure you have the appropriate uniforms, Captain, I’m sure Sergeant-Major Ngô would be happy to assist in such.”
She’d been smirking the entire time you were getting your happy ass promoted. That smirk suddenly vanished as General Wolf turned his attention to her. “And you, Sergeant-Major, are to also consider yourself on maternity leave under the same regulation. Sergeant van Lustbader can cover your duties while you are on leave.”
You were torn between admiration for how well the General mousetrapped you into getting promoted despite your fervent desire to avoid even the appearance of nepotism, and annoyance for how you got promoted despite your fervent desire to avoid even the appearance of nepotism.
“You are promoting the entire platoon, those who remain at least, aren’t you.” you accuse, and the old General smirks and nods.
“I am, I’m also bulking up the platoon to company strength and assigning one of the top graduates of the Aerie to operational command. We’ll be using the unit as a means of evaluating and grooming promising young officers for higher command responsibilities. And before you ask.” his smirk becomes positively blinding. “We’ve already gotten both the Lords and the Commons to sign off on it with veto proof majorities, Your Majesty.”
“There has to be more to that…” you start and the general nods.
“There is, Your Majesty. The long term plan is that this unit will be primarily ceremonial in nature, much like the Queen’s Guards and Queen’s Life Guards back in the United Kingdom on old Terra. We are still researching the details, as the historical data is a bit sparse on this, but we have enough that we are confident in beginning the tradition.”
“And I have no say in this?” you grumble.
“Veto-proof majority, Your Majesty.”, he smirks “And personally, this is probably a better thing in the long term than having the Palace guard be a full up combat unit. That way lies the Praetorian Guards.”
You and now Sergeant-Major Ngô complain about this to each other and your respective husbands for hours.
Tyler sweeps in, his usual ebullient self. “I promise I’ve not gone behind your back for anything!” he grandly declares. “But I do have a few proposals for you. First of all, the geologists, botanists, biologists, zoologists, naturalists, and I think even the naturists although why they care when you already allow nude beaches is beyond me are all bugging me about exploring and mapping the interior waterways of the aptly named Wow continent.”
You glare at him for the nude beaches crack.
“So, I strongly recommend buying a whole bunch of those spiffy new harbor patrol boats and making a go of it. I also still think it would be a great idea to build a proper drop port, both here in the capital and in Huế mới, having two of them gives us important redundancy plus, bluntly, makes it far easier to transport goods and people quickly.”
“And you own the company that is most likely to win the contract, don’t you.” you grumble, knowing that despite that Tyler makes a very conscientious effort to avoid any favoritism in contracting.
“Let’s not get bogged down on who owns what.” he replies grandly.
“TYLER!”
“Sorry, sorry. But seriously. I suspect that having the drop ports might help if and when we start pushing for proper space infrastructure, but that could just be my gut feeling. Other than that, we’re good on the Interior front. Oh, and congratulations, Captain!”
He manages to escape the office before defenestration occurs.
Dr Young shows up with a bit of a smile, an unusual expression for her.
“I have a pair of new proposals for you, Your Majesty.” she begins, after being bid to sit down. “We’ve been in a holding pattern, as you know. However, after our debriefing of Dagny we’ve begun more focused long term planning. We’d like to establish a small office to officially codify the policies and procedures surrounding the establishment of embassies to other powers, as well as embassies from said powers. There would only be an upfront cost for now, but in the future it would require a small staff per embassy exchanged.”
She takes a sip of ice-water. “In addition, one of the interns in my office had a wonderful proposal that I think would be an excellent addition. A sub-Ministry of Culture. With a small staff we’ll be able to promote the unique cultural heritage of Griffin’s Roost, both domestically and eventually to the rest of the galaxy.”
Professor Chapman joins you for a short meeting, mostly laughing about the latest lame broadside from the rather hilariously named People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People. The posters are outrageously inept, to the point where you suspect that they are actually promoting some sort of comedy production rather than a serious attempt at opposition.
Unless this IS their idea of a serious opposition. The jury is still out on this, but considering the trainwreck of an interview you’d watched in which Josh Baldwin had managed to simultaneously advocate four different mutually contradictory positions in the course of one answer to a completely unrelated question that had nothing to do with any of the things he wound up saying.
You find yourself feeling just a little dumber for having listened to that rambling incoherent mess.
She does bring up the fact that you are a year away from the 10th anniversary of your taking the throne, tragic as it was personally for you. She strongly recommends planning for a commemoration of the anniversary.
Dr Palmer is busy in the labs but she does send you a memo listing a number of recommendations.
In light of the recent scare with the false positive on the limited deep space surveillance, she recommends investing in researching Orbital Infrastructure, electronics, and continuing work on Materials science.
Juanita shows up in your office a bit grimly. “While I don’t object to your decision to let the impressed members of the Kuritan force free and offer them citizenship, indeed I suspect that ultimately this is the right choice as it sets the tone for future interactions, we do need to be careful. If any of them managed to conceal their membership in any of House Kurita’s intelligence organizations we could have predators moving amongst our people without us knowing. I strongly recommend that we dedicate Intelligence teams to monitoring them discreetly and watching for signs of subversive behavior.”
Janet bounces in a few days later, looking positively radiant… and wearing a large diamond engagement ring on her finger which she is waving around exuberantly. Looks like she has indeed found Mr Right, and Sergeant-Major Ngô’s brother has finally gotten the memo that yes, your old roommate was in fact interested in him for THAT. Annoyingly, neither you nor the good Sergeant-Major won the pool. The power of bà is apparently paramount in such affairs and you were foolish to bet against her.
Joyousmadman
Well-known member
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
Jarow
Well-known member
[X] EX-TERM-IN-ATE (and arrange for a clamming industry in the region to harvest the molluscs, yummy giant clams in butter sauce…)
I want to support the clamming industry, even if the penguins are amusing
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
-[X] Military 4
--[X] Initiate Training Exercise Chasseur Hovertank*
--[X] Initiate Training Exercise Foot Infantry
(Training infantry; cheap and requested)
-[X]Interior 4
--[X] Construct Drop Port outside Capital
--[X] Construct Drop Port outside Huế mới
(Upkeep reduction is minor right now, but we're expanding and GDP growth is always nice)
- Investigate Rivers
(Time to get the boats!)
-[X] Diplomatic 3
--[X] Establish Ministry of Culture
(Unlock new options, advisor request)
-[X] Political 3
--[X] Start planning a 10 year anniversary celebration/holiday
(Only time to do this is now)
-[X] Research 3
--[X] Materials Research lvl 1
(seemingly needed for next project)
--[X] Electronics lvl 1
(Base level research, also required for exoskeletons)
--[X] Organize Expedition to Ruins
(9 turns, and I want KF lostech. Also, we can't afford orbital infrastructure yet)
-[X] Intelligence 3
--[X] Establish dedicated intel agency*
--[X] Counterintelligence Surveillance
(Lets make sure the choice to free them was safe)
Justice 2
I want to support the clamming industry, even if the penguins are amusing
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
-[X] Military 4
--[X] Initiate Training Exercise Chasseur Hovertank*
--[X] Initiate Training Exercise Foot Infantry
(Training infantry; cheap and requested)
-[X]Interior 4
--[X] Construct Drop Port outside Capital
--[X] Construct Drop Port outside Huế mới
(Upkeep reduction is minor right now, but we're expanding and GDP growth is always nice)
- Investigate Rivers
(Time to get the boats!)
-[X] Diplomatic 3
--[X] Establish Ministry of Culture
(Unlock new options, advisor request)
-[X] Political 3
--[X] Start planning a 10 year anniversary celebration/holiday
(Only time to do this is now)
-[X] Research 3
--[X] Materials Research lvl 1
(seemingly needed for next project)
--[X] Electronics lvl 1
(Base level research, also required for exoskeletons)
--[X] Organize Expedition to Ruins
(9 turns, and I want KF lostech. Also, we can't afford orbital infrastructure yet)
-[X] Intelligence 3
--[X] Establish dedicated intel agency*
--[X] Counterintelligence Surveillance
(Lets make sure the choice to free them was safe)
Justice 2
PeaceMaker 03
Well-known member
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
If we exterminate them we can't domesticate them, and if we don't breed guard penguins we never get to shout "Unleash the Penguins" when someone breaks out of an island prison.
If we exterminate them we can't domesticate them, and if we don't breed guard penguins we never get to shout "Unleash the Penguins" when someone breaks out of an island prison.
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
Limited hunting of both the dire penguins and the clams is clearly in order, but exterminating them entirely is short-sighted at best.
That said, I'm submitting a bigger boat. . . .
Edit: Actually, I'm not submitting a bigger boat. I'm submitting an "penguin deterrent modification" for the existing icebreakers, consisting of trading off 2 tons of general cargo space for a Light Fluid Suction System, a half-ton of liquid cargo space, and a set of thirty-two Sprayers. The sprayer array functions as a cross between an NBC spraydown system and riot control water cannons, allowing for the nonlethal repulsion of hostile wildlife with an unlimited supply of "ammunition".
Limited hunting of both the dire penguins and the clams is clearly in order, but exterminating them entirely is short-sighted at best.
That said, I'm submitting a bigger boat. . . .
Edit: Actually, I'm not submitting a bigger boat. I'm submitting an "penguin deterrent modification" for the existing icebreakers, consisting of trading off 2 tons of general cargo space for a Light Fluid Suction System, a half-ton of liquid cargo space, and a set of thirty-two Sprayers. The sprayer array functions as a cross between an NBC spraydown system and riot control water cannons, allowing for the nonlethal repulsion of hostile wildlife with an unlimited supply of "ammunition".
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Thors_Alumni
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[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
@LordSunhawk can I suggest for an action we set up something like annual wargames and exercise’s?
@LordSunhawk can I suggest for an action we set up something like annual wargames and exercise’s?
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edofthesquid
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[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction
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[X] Plan: Penultimate Tutorial Construction.
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
[X] Can’t we all just get along? Try to find a way to deter the dire penguins from attacking without having to wipe them out.
Turn 9 Results
Turn 9 Results
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After a few months of public comment you officially declare that the ‘official’ name for the damntiger is now the Grifftiger. The zoo is ecstatic at your decision. Unfortunately your boys are now all united in their desire for a grifftiger cub of their very own.
You still manage to resist this as a very bad idea (™)
You have directed that engineers and scientists start considering means of handling the dire penguins in some manner short of simply wiping the beasties out. The main problem appears to be their sheer numbers combined with their relatively high (for a bird of their size) bite force, evidently because their diet is those giant clams. There is evidence that their aggression is likely due to the existence of some sort of natural predator against which swarm behavior may be effective, but as you have yet to be able to actually land anybody on the islands in question you have no way of knowing if this is in fact the case.
For now, the titanium deposits are still inaccessible, until you come up with a dire penguin deterrent. You never thought you’d have to issue a request for proposals to deal with dire penguins, but there it is.
Despite it being completely unbelievable, you are finally forced to concede that the People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People is an actual thing that those who are actually part of are actually taking seriously.
Seriously.
The latest antics being a ‘protest march’ that managed to get lost on a major street due to a traffic circle of all things, with the protestors marching around in circles while declaring their intention to the media to march on the palace to present their demands. By the fifth rotation around the traffic circle even the journalists covering this couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, and finally a cop kindly directed them to the proper exit from the traffic circle so they could continue their march to the palace.
It was a straight line down the street.
The palace was in view.
They still somehow got lost, turning into a dead-end side alley and getting extremely confused as to how this happened, and loudly blaming you for ‘defective city planning’.
One of their declared proposals is to transport dire penguins to the capital in order to reduce the pigeon population, declaring pigeons a public nuisance because apparently a pigeon deposited a load of bird dirt on Josh’s head.
You personally think that pigeon has performed a great public service and muse to General Wolf that it might be proper to find that pigeon and induct it into the air force as a special auxiliary. The Royal Pigeon Corps, crapping on idiots since the start of time.
Well, at least there are only less than a dozen actual members who have drunk the kool-aid enough to actually pay membership dues. The others who show up appear to be folks just enjoying a good laugh at Baldwin’s expense. You can approve of this.
You get the reports about the various training exercises being undertaken by the infantry and rapid reaction force. It’s even more hilarious reading than the People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People latest incoherent screed against you.
The infantry exercises had proceeded with the usual sorts of issues seen by regular troops the world over. You recognize much of it from your own early training, so it doesn’t really surprise you all that much. Nothing sticks out too badly, but the overall skill shown hasn’t improved enough for them to be considered veterans yet.
The Rapid Reaction Force? You are tempted to rename them the Royal Comedy Farce. The exercises wind up being called after yet another epic 36 hovercraft pileup, the accidental destruction of the barracks, and a rather sheepish report about the complete and total failure of the plumbing in said barracks after reconstruction resulting in every single toilet in the building simultaneously backing up.
The troops assigned to the RRF also evidently have mastered the art of synchronized dysentery. There are also stacks of disciplinary reports about public drunkenness on the part of the troopers assigned there.
You seriously think that somehow the military managed to only assign the worst idiots, morons, slackers and malingerers to this one unit. You ask General Wolf to look into this possibility.
Construction has begun on the two drop ports and appears to be proceeding smoothly. In addition the Cutlass patrol boats have been constructed and are undergoing commissioning trials and training prior to setting out next year on the expedition into the riverine systems of Wow.
The news from your researchers is mixed. The new expedition into the ruins is up and running with those participating feeling excited after the great success of the last mission. The materials science labs have developed a number of new alloys and techniques that should be useful for various specialized purposes. However a series of accidents in the electronics labs are traced to a single lab tech who appears to have been sabotaging the research for unknown reasons. The individual in question was killed in the last of the major accidents where a transformer adjacent to the lab space exploded. No motive has been established for this individual's actions.
Most of the new citizens from amongst the Kuritans have settled near the major Shinto shrine in the capital. You’ve made a point of inviting the head priest of the shrine to the Palace for lunch and discuss the situation with him. He smilingly points out that the newcomers' understanding of Shinto was… deficient in several key areas, but they’ve shown themselves willing to learn. He invites you and your family to come and visit the shrine.
[] This would be a wonderful gesture of support for a small community on the planet and show that we don’t hold the madness of Kurita against our own citizens of Japanese descent and culture.
[] We don’t have time for this, while it would be nice to do we are too busy to take time out of our schedule for such things.
[] Write-In
The initial reports from the counter intelligence surveillance are in, no signs of obvious skullduggery or shenanigans, but they are keeping their eyes open and stress that just because they haven’t seen anything yet that there won’t be anything to see.
In related intelligence news, you are present for the official opening of the Griffin’s Roost Intelligence Agency (GRIA) main office. It’s a quite subdued building, tucked away in an unassuming office park with only a small uninformative sign indicating it’s even here in the first place.
The planning appears to be going very well for the anniversary commemoration, even if Professor Chapman refuses to tell you a single thing about what is planned or what your part in all this is going to be. You pout quite a bit, complain to your beloved husband, even enlist bà in the quest for more information, but Professor Chapman proves to be fully resistant to the Power of Bà, indeed the treacherous woman manages to enlist bà to her side.
Economic Roll - 8 degrees of success
Health Roll - 4 degree of success
Stability Change roll - 1 degrees of success
Stability Rolls
-Political - 1 NEGATIVE event
--Result - 1 project of QM choice automatically fails
-Research -
--Result - No event
-Economic -
--Result - +5% GDP
Meta Event Roll - 15 - +10 all ratings this turn
Dynasty Luck Roll - 38 - The Stork Cometh Back
Crown Influence Roll - 3 - FAIL
Lords Influence Roll - 4 - SUCCESS
Commons Influence Roll - 4 - SUCCESS
Parliament works with General Wolf to get your royal posterior promoted
Health Roll - 4 degree of success
Stability Change roll - 1 degrees of success
Stability Rolls
-Political - 1 NEGATIVE event
--Result - 1 project of QM choice automatically fails
-Research -
--Result - No event
-Economic -
--Result - +5% GDP
Meta Event Roll - 15 - +10 all ratings this turn
Dynasty Luck Roll - 38 - The Stork Cometh Back
Crown Influence Roll - 3 - FAIL
Lords Influence Roll - 4 - SUCCESS
Commons Influence Roll - 4 - SUCCESS
Parliament works with General Wolf to get your royal posterior promoted
Initiate Training Exercise Chasseur Hovertank*
Target - 60
Roll - 99
Result - FAIL
Initiate Training Exercise Foot Infantry
Target - 60
Roll - 86
FAIL
Start planning a 10 year anniversary celebration/holiday
Target - 85
Roll - 37
SUCCESS
Materials Research lvl 1
Target - 90
Roll - 39
SUCCESS
Electronics lvl 1
Target - 80
Roll - 79
SUCCESS - converted to bare failure by event roll, will automatically succeed next turn
Establish dedicated intel agency*
Target - 95
Roll - 6
SUCCESS
Target - 60
Roll - 99
Result - FAIL
Initiate Training Exercise Foot Infantry
Target - 60
Roll - 86
FAIL
Start planning a 10 year anniversary celebration/holiday
Target - 85
Roll - 37
SUCCESS
Materials Research lvl 1
Target - 90
Roll - 39
SUCCESS
Electronics lvl 1
Target - 80
Roll - 79
SUCCESS - converted to bare failure by event roll, will automatically succeed next turn
Establish dedicated intel agency*
Target - 95
Roll - 6
SUCCESS
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After a few months of public comment you officially declare that the ‘official’ name for the damntiger is now the Grifftiger. The zoo is ecstatic at your decision. Unfortunately your boys are now all united in their desire for a grifftiger cub of their very own.
You still manage to resist this as a very bad idea (™)
You have directed that engineers and scientists start considering means of handling the dire penguins in some manner short of simply wiping the beasties out. The main problem appears to be their sheer numbers combined with their relatively high (for a bird of their size) bite force, evidently because their diet is those giant clams. There is evidence that their aggression is likely due to the existence of some sort of natural predator against which swarm behavior may be effective, but as you have yet to be able to actually land anybody on the islands in question you have no way of knowing if this is in fact the case.
For now, the titanium deposits are still inaccessible, until you come up with a dire penguin deterrent. You never thought you’d have to issue a request for proposals to deal with dire penguins, but there it is.
Despite it being completely unbelievable, you are finally forced to concede that the People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People is an actual thing that those who are actually part of are actually taking seriously.
Seriously.
The latest antics being a ‘protest march’ that managed to get lost on a major street due to a traffic circle of all things, with the protestors marching around in circles while declaring their intention to the media to march on the palace to present their demands. By the fifth rotation around the traffic circle even the journalists covering this couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, and finally a cop kindly directed them to the proper exit from the traffic circle so they could continue their march to the palace.
It was a straight line down the street.
The palace was in view.
They still somehow got lost, turning into a dead-end side alley and getting extremely confused as to how this happened, and loudly blaming you for ‘defective city planning’.
One of their declared proposals is to transport dire penguins to the capital in order to reduce the pigeon population, declaring pigeons a public nuisance because apparently a pigeon deposited a load of bird dirt on Josh’s head.
You personally think that pigeon has performed a great public service and muse to General Wolf that it might be proper to find that pigeon and induct it into the air force as a special auxiliary. The Royal Pigeon Corps, crapping on idiots since the start of time.
Well, at least there are only less than a dozen actual members who have drunk the kool-aid enough to actually pay membership dues. The others who show up appear to be folks just enjoying a good laugh at Baldwin’s expense. You can approve of this.
You get the reports about the various training exercises being undertaken by the infantry and rapid reaction force. It’s even more hilarious reading than the People’s Front for Griffin’s Roost’s People latest incoherent screed against you.
The infantry exercises had proceeded with the usual sorts of issues seen by regular troops the world over. You recognize much of it from your own early training, so it doesn’t really surprise you all that much. Nothing sticks out too badly, but the overall skill shown hasn’t improved enough for them to be considered veterans yet.
The Rapid Reaction Force? You are tempted to rename them the Royal Comedy Farce. The exercises wind up being called after yet another epic 36 hovercraft pileup, the accidental destruction of the barracks, and a rather sheepish report about the complete and total failure of the plumbing in said barracks after reconstruction resulting in every single toilet in the building simultaneously backing up.
The troops assigned to the RRF also evidently have mastered the art of synchronized dysentery. There are also stacks of disciplinary reports about public drunkenness on the part of the troopers assigned there.
You seriously think that somehow the military managed to only assign the worst idiots, morons, slackers and malingerers to this one unit. You ask General Wolf to look into this possibility.
Construction has begun on the two drop ports and appears to be proceeding smoothly. In addition the Cutlass patrol boats have been constructed and are undergoing commissioning trials and training prior to setting out next year on the expedition into the riverine systems of Wow.
The news from your researchers is mixed. The new expedition into the ruins is up and running with those participating feeling excited after the great success of the last mission. The materials science labs have developed a number of new alloys and techniques that should be useful for various specialized purposes. However a series of accidents in the electronics labs are traced to a single lab tech who appears to have been sabotaging the research for unknown reasons. The individual in question was killed in the last of the major accidents where a transformer adjacent to the lab space exploded. No motive has been established for this individual's actions.
Most of the new citizens from amongst the Kuritans have settled near the major Shinto shrine in the capital. You’ve made a point of inviting the head priest of the shrine to the Palace for lunch and discuss the situation with him. He smilingly points out that the newcomers' understanding of Shinto was… deficient in several key areas, but they’ve shown themselves willing to learn. He invites you and your family to come and visit the shrine.
[] This would be a wonderful gesture of support for a small community on the planet and show that we don’t hold the madness of Kurita against our own citizens of Japanese descent and culture.
[] We don’t have time for this, while it would be nice to do we are too busy to take time out of our schedule for such things.
[] Write-In
The initial reports from the counter intelligence surveillance are in, no signs of obvious skullduggery or shenanigans, but they are keeping their eyes open and stress that just because they haven’t seen anything yet that there won’t be anything to see.
In related intelligence news, you are present for the official opening of the Griffin’s Roost Intelligence Agency (GRIA) main office. It’s a quite subdued building, tucked away in an unassuming office park with only a small uninformative sign indicating it’s even here in the first place.
The planning appears to be going very well for the anniversary commemoration, even if Professor Chapman refuses to tell you a single thing about what is planned or what your part in all this is going to be. You pout quite a bit, complain to your beloved husband, even enlist bà in the quest for more information, but Professor Chapman proves to be fully resistant to the Power of Bà, indeed the treacherous woman manages to enlist bà to her side.