Quest Deep Periphery Quest (Battletech Sandbox Empire Builder)
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Thors_Alumni
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[X] Defiant-2M
Lightwhispers
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[X] Defiant refit 1.1
I'm okay with a bit less AMS, since I hope they won't be operating alone.
I'm okay with a bit less AMS, since I hope they won't be operating alone.
[X] Defiant Refit 1.1
Higher combat value at a lower cost, and the bulk of AMS should be delivered by supporting ASFs.
Higher combat value at a lower cost, and the bulk of AMS should be delivered by supporting ASFs.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
[X] Defiant Refit 1.1
If nothing else when we build dedicated carrier dropships we can put the AMS on them
If nothing else when we build dedicated carrier dropships we can put the AMS on them
The Microraptor only has 4 AMS since tonnage was very tight, but Velociraptor has 10 AMS. That said, the fact that ASF squadrons amalgamate AMS by squadrons (even in the "full" game) makes them the easiest way to put a LOT of AMS value in space.
Turn 37 - A Moment of Truth and a Moment to Lie
Turn 37 - A Moment of Truth and a Moment to Lie
Sarah is in the hospital again. Not in a coma, thankfully, but she’d been caught up in a multi-vehicle accident near the campus of GRU and was transported there for observation and out of an abundance of caution.
There’s absolutely no sign of any foul play involved, a delivery truck had a tire blow out, causing it to swerve into a vehicle that was passing it on the right, the car behind that vehicle had failed to stop in time, and it turned into an epic snarl. Your daughter had managed to stop, but the car behind her driven by her bodyguards hadn’t quite managed it (understandable considering how much heavier it was) and had grazed her bumper just hard enough to trigger the airbags, since unlike on a regular vehicle they were set on a hair trigger to guarantee occupant safety in even the most minor of collisions.
Your daughter is grumbling about overprotective bodyguards and parents and loudly insisting that she is completely fine, and is far more upset about missing the lecture she was planning on attending than anything else.
The doctor’s agree that she seems to be in perfectly good health but ‘out of an abundance of caution’ they want to keep her in for observation ‘to make sure’. Tony had been all set to race to the hospital, but as he was already at the lecture hall Sarah had ordered him to record the lecture and then come to the hospital, or he’d be sleeping on the couch.
Tony, being an exceptionally smart young man, had promptly made one of his assigned bodyguards do the recording while also racing to the hospital to be with his wife.
So he was in there soothing her, you were playing with the grandbabies and keeping them from getting upset that mommy was in ‘twubble’ as little Thomas lisped.
Sarah’s out of the hospital the next morning, still muttering dire imprecations about the entire situation since she evidently wants to have a nice intellectual brawl to the death with the presenter of that lecture she missed ‘because he’s an idiot who mindlessly contradicts any source he feels is too ‘accepted wisdom’ even when it’s a primary source’. Tony fully supports his wife in this, on the grounds that said ‘alleged scholar’ is ‘only capable of impressing undergraduates by baffling them with multiple polysyllabic words strung together in apparently coherent thoughts without any actual substance beneath them’.
You are not touching this one with a thirty three and a half foot pole.
That weekend you have a ton of kids over in the palace, because little John is having a birthday and invited every single go kart racer and their families to the party. And the Imperial Guard has set up a massive karting track on the palace grounds winding around all the fountains and gardens for the kids to race around on.
The karting association has taken full advantage of this and has petitioned you to be allowed to bring extra karts with added safety gear for recruitment and the general public to faff about in. You decide to allow it, if they bring some suitable for adults for you and Willis to make use of.
And you have an absolute blast. The little karts, even the adult-sized ones, are far smaller than anything else you’d ever driven with four wheels and are far lower to the ground than any bike. The entire thing turns into an impromptu holiday, with massive crowds of families crowding the palace and enjoying themselves. It’s almost a pity when it ends, although the cooks don’t disappoint when they manage a huge cookout that feeds every single person there.
So you are flying high when you come into the office the next morning. Only to discover that the Imperial Parliament hadn’t gotten the memo that things were supposed to be wonderful and had dropped a giant steaming turd onto your desk.
You got about an hour warning from the Eldest, but both the Imperial Senate and the Chamber of Delegates are involved in this turd. Legislation is being pushed through by a small but extremely vocal group to eliminate the planetary governments of Griffin’s Roost and Nowy Gdansk and replace them with direct rule from governors appointed by the Imperial Senate and Chamber of Delegates, with no input from the throne.
You check, all of these morons had just barely squeaked in by running incredibly negative campaigns in the last election, and part of their proposal would cancel all future elections. This particular group had been fairly quiet, apart from always voting against every single budget request you’d ever made. And now they evidently have found some dirt on a number of their colleagues, which Jake assures you is pretty much all fabricated anyways when you ask, and are pushing for all they’re worth.
Worse, they have friends in the media who are using the Pollux schools corruption situation as a club with which to beat those who disagree with this group and proclaim that anybody who opposes them is probably just as corrupt as the officials under indictment.
When in fact many of the members of this clique are implicated although not yet indicted in the same mess.
It would be a simple thing to crush this, simply by directing Janet to push up the indictments and force impeachments through on those implicated, but it would also be a direct interference of the Crown in the judicial system.
Or you could spend some political capital and buck up those members who are wavering in the face of this group's rhetorical assault and their media allies' amplification of the same.
However there’s a separate bill that is most certainly not a steaming pile of feces. Proposed by several of your own supporters in the Senate, the bill would incentivize private shipping firms to build dropships easily capable of conversion to military transports, albeit not combat transports. This is analogous to the many Maritime Shipping Commission subsidies from old Earth’s US history, and going by the notes it looks like your darling historian daughter was involved in the research that led to this.
Sarah is in the hospital again. Not in a coma, thankfully, but she’d been caught up in a multi-vehicle accident near the campus of GRU and was transported there for observation and out of an abundance of caution.
There’s absolutely no sign of any foul play involved, a delivery truck had a tire blow out, causing it to swerve into a vehicle that was passing it on the right, the car behind that vehicle had failed to stop in time, and it turned into an epic snarl. Your daughter had managed to stop, but the car behind her driven by her bodyguards hadn’t quite managed it (understandable considering how much heavier it was) and had grazed her bumper just hard enough to trigger the airbags, since unlike on a regular vehicle they were set on a hair trigger to guarantee occupant safety in even the most minor of collisions.
Your daughter is grumbling about overprotective bodyguards and parents and loudly insisting that she is completely fine, and is far more upset about missing the lecture she was planning on attending than anything else.
The doctor’s agree that she seems to be in perfectly good health but ‘out of an abundance of caution’ they want to keep her in for observation ‘to make sure’. Tony had been all set to race to the hospital, but as he was already at the lecture hall Sarah had ordered him to record the lecture and then come to the hospital, or he’d be sleeping on the couch.
Tony, being an exceptionally smart young man, had promptly made one of his assigned bodyguards do the recording while also racing to the hospital to be with his wife.
So he was in there soothing her, you were playing with the grandbabies and keeping them from getting upset that mommy was in ‘twubble’ as little Thomas lisped.
Sarah’s out of the hospital the next morning, still muttering dire imprecations about the entire situation since she evidently wants to have a nice intellectual brawl to the death with the presenter of that lecture she missed ‘because he’s an idiot who mindlessly contradicts any source he feels is too ‘accepted wisdom’ even when it’s a primary source’. Tony fully supports his wife in this, on the grounds that said ‘alleged scholar’ is ‘only capable of impressing undergraduates by baffling them with multiple polysyllabic words strung together in apparently coherent thoughts without any actual substance beneath them’.
You are not touching this one with a thirty three and a half foot pole.
That weekend you have a ton of kids over in the palace, because little John is having a birthday and invited every single go kart racer and their families to the party. And the Imperial Guard has set up a massive karting track on the palace grounds winding around all the fountains and gardens for the kids to race around on.
The karting association has taken full advantage of this and has petitioned you to be allowed to bring extra karts with added safety gear for recruitment and the general public to faff about in. You decide to allow it, if they bring some suitable for adults for you and Willis to make use of.
And you have an absolute blast. The little karts, even the adult-sized ones, are far smaller than anything else you’d ever driven with four wheels and are far lower to the ground than any bike. The entire thing turns into an impromptu holiday, with massive crowds of families crowding the palace and enjoying themselves. It’s almost a pity when it ends, although the cooks don’t disappoint when they manage a huge cookout that feeds every single person there.
So you are flying high when you come into the office the next morning. Only to discover that the Imperial Parliament hadn’t gotten the memo that things were supposed to be wonderful and had dropped a giant steaming turd onto your desk.
You got about an hour warning from the Eldest, but both the Imperial Senate and the Chamber of Delegates are involved in this turd. Legislation is being pushed through by a small but extremely vocal group to eliminate the planetary governments of Griffin’s Roost and Nowy Gdansk and replace them with direct rule from governors appointed by the Imperial Senate and Chamber of Delegates, with no input from the throne.
You check, all of these morons had just barely squeaked in by running incredibly negative campaigns in the last election, and part of their proposal would cancel all future elections. This particular group had been fairly quiet, apart from always voting against every single budget request you’d ever made. And now they evidently have found some dirt on a number of their colleagues, which Jake assures you is pretty much all fabricated anyways when you ask, and are pushing for all they’re worth.
Worse, they have friends in the media who are using the Pollux schools corruption situation as a club with which to beat those who disagree with this group and proclaim that anybody who opposes them is probably just as corrupt as the officials under indictment.
When in fact many of the members of this clique are implicated although not yet indicted in the same mess.
It would be a simple thing to crush this, simply by directing Janet to push up the indictments and force impeachments through on those implicated, but it would also be a direct interference of the Crown in the judicial system.
Or you could spend some political capital and buck up those members who are wavering in the face of this group's rhetorical assault and their media allies' amplification of the same.
| [] | Do nothing, it should die on its own | Unknown effect |
| [] | Unleash Janet on them | -10 Approval, +5 Politics |
| [] | They want a fight? Give them a fight they’ll regret forever. | -5 support Senate and Chamber of Delegates, +5 Approval, Triggers event chain |
However there’s a separate bill that is most certainly not a steaming pile of feces. Proposed by several of your own supporters in the Senate, the bill would incentivize private shipping firms to build dropships easily capable of conversion to military transports, albeit not combat transports. This is analogous to the many Maritime Shipping Commission subsidies from old Earth’s US history, and going by the notes it looks like your darling historian daughter was involved in the research that led to this.
| [] | Support | Immediate cost of 500,000, +1% GDP Griffin’ Roost, +1% GDP Nowy Gdansk, +1% GDP GIAB, +1% GDP G2O, will be able to requisition transports from commercial interests with a 1 turn target 100 military action |
| [] | Oppose |
Thors_Alumni
Well-known member
[X]They want a fight? Give them a fight they’ll regret forever.
[X] Support
[X] Support
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