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Hey, Im Yugian. Im a streamer. 'bout 2 years ago at this point, I was the absolute madlad that decided to Reject The Market. (https://openxcom.org/forum/index.php?topic=10469.msg145147#msg145147/) That was hell, but a damn fun challenge. And now that I've finished my most recent XCom-Files Run, I felt it a return to Piratez was fitting. But my viewers have been really hankering for some Catgirls. Class acts, those guys.
But I've come up a make things interesting. What if the Six Ubers Never Made it? What if the bus got impounded? And what if, in their infinite wisdom, the Shadowmasters pivoted to a bunch of outlaws, who tried to steal christmas from California?
What if Every Day, Was Caturday?
Rules Of The Challenge
1. Catgirls Only. (I was pathing this before Cat's 4 Life.) Im also allowing the Black Cat, as this was a fair question to be asked, and I felt it was fitting in the theme (And mostly inconsequential.)
2. Davy Johns Difficulty (Jack Sparrow is a pretty wildly different game and this is for fun. My Respect to JS players, I aint that hard.) To make up for this, we're tacking on Chaos Saint to the run.
3. This run will be streamed in 6-8 hour chunks. Viewers can buy rerolls and save their characters. I have a free Reroll, and one for my personal character running around. Thus, this run is not "Ironman." It should still be fairly lethal though.
4. I will try to write up some garbage fluff and post up a thematic Pin-Up that doesn't get me banned every update. No promises. Sauce will be provided.
I stream MON-WEN-FRI, but I plan to stream this on WEN-FRI. 2 PST/5 EST to 8 PST/11 EST
You can find me here. (https://twitch.tv/yugianbushido) Feel free to throw in hats into the ring and see how you get splattered!
Thanks for Reading. Best of Luck everyone!
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-72 K-212, Zephyr1124 (B-76, K-207) ,Fleur Vert (B-53, K-123), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-81, K-150), Kiest (B-58, K-99), Xeoposer (B-73, K-211), Isdar (B-58, K-117), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-62, K-209), Tarmph (B-82, K-204), Mittens Leadpaw (B-43, K-62), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-78, K-141), DoctorRex (B-55, K-67), ArdriKrios (B-68, K-202), NinjaZombie0 (B-52, K-121), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-70, K-99), Mjolko (B-54, K-72), Talemgrandmaster (B-71, K-120) Shirajirajin (B-60, K-84), , Slegex (B-59, K-96), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-86, K-195), NictisOfTheMafia (B-62 K-87), Wabbon (B-43, K-103), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-58, K-99), CGP (B-28, K-37) Krickraken (B-39, K-67) Curechan9 II (B-25, K-30), Rovlemhage (B-20, K-33), CaptainOrion (B-17, K-23), Psyentific1 (B-40, K-71), ZebraFinch (B-23, K-39), DJ Grom (B-20, K-33), Scotty297 (B-33, K-34), Atusid (B-35, K-81), GigaShogg (B-28, K-40), Das_Bystander (B-23, K-37), Kildarienhyton (B-24, K-32), VintageMedic (B-20, K-21), Xika (B-14, K-19)
Mortuary:
shoGGofu (B-6. K-6. Spartan Ambush.)
The Little Bird (Act Of Ninja God)
Roush (B-27, K-40, Gave their life to save another sister. Got Robo-coped with Dragonbreath Rounds.),
Lucille (B-11, K-16, Tried to Match the Drifter with the Big Iron on his Hip.)
Curechan9 (B-17, K-12, The Winter Tower was a Trap.)
Jim3798 (B-5 K-8, FAT ZOMBIE WANTS A HUG.)
Das_Bystander (B-2 K-9, Splinter kicked her ass.)
Weed Base Crew x9
Claw Of The North Nyan (B-2 K-27, Half as long, but twice as bright...),
BoboBuffalo (B-8, K-10, Murder Mutts Ahoy!)
GigaShogg (B-29, K-44, Intercontinental Dog Missile Incoming.)
Engineering Crew x32
Timeline:
Some of this stuff is out of order. Turns out writing early game is like. 80 things at once. This will be updated with what should be read in what order.
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Captains Log #1
January 6th 2601 (Convinced to use local notary)
Snakesday
Well, Turns out those Cali-Bastards have hands.
Turns out trying to steal the Holidays from them was a terrible idea. Even if we had months to prepare the perfect heist (Two is enough, right?), they were prepared for us to try a fast one. If she was still alive, Miriam would be having a hell of a laugh right now. Now as it stands, there's eight of us left. Its a little under half of us that survived the raid. Not only that, but they've compounded our ship and SOLD IT (We didn't find it on the lot when we busted out)- the Evidence locker was bereft our equipment and the only reason we're alive is that Hubbies happen to pack away enough High Explosive to level a block.
Or, when it comes to Plastasteel Torture Dungeons- half the building. Still, let it never be said we didn't appreciate a magnificent explosion.
Good news, we're alive. Bad news, we're out of prison. Hell, Fleur managed to hotwire an Airbus on the way out: Bit of a tight fit for eight, but some of the other kits didn't mind sitting on each others laps. Think we spent half the flight arguing who got the damn window seats and who got to squeeze who. Good fuel mileage on this thing too- but we had to land somewhere local, and fast. Luckily- someone looted a Geiger counter and we were getting some noise over the desert. Might of saved all our lives, really.
Now, the kits weren't exactly Happy to head into an irradiated base, but that Usually suggested some manner of facility. Not my first rodeo on Earth- Humans had an odd propensity to build things underground. Either we'll find somewhere to charge the cars battery and catch some Z's (we were all REALLY tired at this point), or we scoot along and not eat the Rads. Either a choice by bullets, or a choice by mild sickness. We can correct the later, the former is Much harder- depending on where you get tagged. Though, The choice was made for us for a minute- We couldn't get the damn vault door open at all. All it had was a slot for some kind of circular key- and that's not the kind of lock you can pick. All hope lost for a second, Zephyr managed to find something under the seat.
Something about looking for snacks or booze they stashed before the ride over. But they found our key. Yes. Really. Turns out after we stripped the car later, we weren't the first ones to use this thing: We were just luckier then they were. But one of their parting gifts before they tried to leave Cali-Republic themselves was The Bloody Key. I don't like coincidences like that. But, we needed in- and some divine intervention was seeing us in the door. So, we cranked the key (Looks like a drill for some odd reason), and the base just spurred to life. Half digging itself out of the ground, it almost looked... military, to me.
But, Home is home. All that's left to do is take inventory and figure out where to go from here- and who's capable of fighting. Soylent tastes like ass, and we're not going to get back to the stars just lazing about here. Thankfully, only the bottom layer of the facility is flooded with 115. If we're careful, we wont even come near the stuff. Considering seeing if i cant outsource some labor to locals who would relish being in that gunk.
Oh. Yes, for you whom may be reading this. It should be fairly obvious, but I was voted Captain. I was the highest ranking officer of the crew before everything fell apart- and given that the previous captain is now Very dead, it seemed only fitting. Now I have to watch myself. The kits are on edge, terrified out of their minds, hurt and we're without any good equipment. Somehow, I have to make that work. For others, that would be incredibly daunting. For me, I merely have to fall back on the ways of trounce- I personally subscribe to the way of the missed strike. But to quote a passage:
'Be not unlike water. A drop in an ocean shall ripple outwards like a Typhoon. Misfortune is merely opportunity to strike'.
Still. 'Captain'. I think I'm coming to enjoy being called that. Despite all, I think this will be quite fun.
-Gwynevere Bennett
Stream is over! (https://www.twitch.tv/yugianbushido)
You can watch the VOD here! (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2085091647)
Sauce (https://www.deviantart.com/holylancer9/art/Catgirl-Pirate-Updated-Copic-Toning-275059155)
Post Mortem
Hired: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-14 K-23), Zephyr1124 (B-15, K-23), Gentlefood (B-11, K-16), Kiest (B-13, K-30), Xeoposter (B-14, K-16), Roush (B-14, K-20), Isdar (B-13, K-10), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (B-10, K-15), Tarmph (B-16, K-30), NebTheSquid (B-3, K-10), Catvy (B-12, K-19), Fleur Vert (B-14, K-23), Doctor Rex (B-8, K-4), ArdriKrios (B-4, K-15), NinjaZombie0 (B-4, K-12), SquirrelWizard (B-3, K-3) Curechain9 (B-4, K-0), Mjolko (B-5, K-3), Talemgrandmaster (B-5, K-7) Shirajirajin (B-5, K-3), shoGGofu (New Hire!), Slegex (New hire!)
Died: No one!
Deus Ex Machinas: 16 (16 Total)
We had some Ass Spawns. Camo is a Hell of a Drug though. For the most part, it was condensed, rather then constant.
The Good: No One Died! Thats a totally strong start That totally wasnt paid for!
The Bad: Turns out 23 cats are as expensive as the Entire Brainer Crew. Having 1.94M in Maint Costs with only 450k in Income is going to suck. And I still have 6 Brainers to get.
The Funny: My Mod accidently gave people a Tax Refund on Channel Points. Needless to say, people got to spend on DEM's for a lot of little things.
Thats bound to change.
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I stumbled across this from the forum thread and had a lot of fun watching along. I've always thought Piratez would be great fodder for a Lets Play so I'm excited to see where you take this all.
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Hey, Glad you enjoyed Psyentific! Yeah, im hoping it stays fun- and that we find some wacky stuff along the way. Its not my first rodeo, but realizing a few things (no Dr.X Storyline, No Late-game tanks, our first armor is going to take a hot minute), its definately changing the mindset of how the game is played.
I never realized for example how *Silly* Camo could be at times. 9-7 at night is just. So good.
If folks have questions That don't spoil anything, Happy to answer!
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I've watched the VOD, and I have an urge to give a tip - you are not using the base to the fullest. You can spam burrows, which will provide a)living space; b)speed increase on new buildings built above burrows. If you would do burrows, you can hire more runts which will help you immensely with the maintenance costs. Iirc, your current amount of runts could do ~600k/month and you can hire 1.5 times more than that. This alone would've covered your expenses.
edit: another moment - you can use hammer to remove seats in your airbus for a safer dance near the door - more space, less visibility from windows.
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I've watched the VOD, and I have an urge to give a tip - you are not using the base to the fullest. You can spam burrows, which will provide a)living space; b)speed increase on new buildings built above burrows. If you would do burrows, you can hire more runts which will help you immensely with the maintenance costs. Iirc, your current amount of runts could do ~600k/month and you can hire 1.5 times more than that. This alone would've covered your expenses.
edit: another moment - you can use hammer to remove seats in your airbus for a safer dance near the door - more space, less visibility from windows.
Honestly, thank you for that advice. I was planning to pivot around to upping the runt count, just kind of lost the forest for the trees there for a second in trying to get bodies into the run.
I think the rubbles turn into burrows? If i start cleaning those up, we *Should* be able to effectively achieve the same result, whilst cleaning up weak spots in the base.
And much like never realizing molotovs Murder Academy drones, Never figured using the hammer to clean up the bus. I just need to commit that to memory. And habit.
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What I meant with the burrow spam, see attachment - the same base within a month or two. When you build a burrow (or the corridor in my case), after it finishes, you can expand from it. And after you start expansion you can build on top of the corridor(or burrow), which 1. doesn't cancel already started project. 2. speeds up construction.
As a result, if you want to have 3 libraries close to each other, you don't need to wait 40 days until first one finishes, then start second, and in 40 more days finally start third library, you can start them almost simultaneously on prebuilt corridors/burrows.
I spam burrows in the main because it needs more living space "right here, right now", and corridors everywhere else.
It would help you when you get a workshop - you will be able to expand without waiting for a month until it finishes and you will have living space to fill it up.
PS: You don't need workshop for the tiny drill, you need space to start the project. You can achieve it by building more extractors, and then filling them with runts = money!
PPS: You can redecorate not only your airbus, but buildings on the map too. For example, a lot of buildings in ratman rodeo are paper thin. breaking wall can save you not only turns, but lives too - enemies face the door often since they try to use it, but they might never face the wall with no windows.
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What I meant with the burrow spam, see attachment - the same base within a month or two. When you build a burrow (or the corridor in my case), after it finishes, you can expand from it. And after you start expansion you can build on top of the corridor(or burrow), which 1. doesn't cancel already started project. 2. speeds up construction.
As a result, if you want to have 3 libraries close to each other, you don't need to wait 40 days until first one finishes, then start second, and in 40 more days finally start third library, you can start them almost simultaneously on prebuilt corridors/burrows.
You don't need to build out Burrows (or Security Corridors etc.) to open more accessible tiles for building. Go to Options, click Advanced button, scroll down to Geoscape header, and check the Allow Building Queue setting. It's still very useful to clear out the rubble (ie turn it into burrows) and build more burrows/extractors though. The burrows especially because almost everything can be built on top of a burrow.
And much like never realizing molotovs Murder Academy drones, Never figured using the hammer to clean up the bus. I just need to commit that to memory. And habit.
It works because burn damage (and the fire effect) bypasses armor to damage HP directly, and because robots as an enemy category tend to have lots of armor and very little health. Same reason lasers are great against terminators. Stuff like this is what I love about Piratez; no matter how gud you git, somehow there's always room for more.
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Hey, you had some custom music during the stream.... What Mod was it? Also, it was entertaining! I wasn't on during the entire thing, tho.
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Hey, you had some custom music during the stream.... What Mod was it? Also, it was entertaining! I wasn't on during the entire thing, tho.
Hey, im a service, not an obligation! Happy to have had you for a time! Also, Got the Hook up for you:
https://www.moddb.com/mods/x-piratez/downloads/vdbombers-music-pack-for-xpiratez
You don't need to build out Burrows (or Security Corridors etc.) to open more accessible tiles for building. Go to Options, click Advanced button, scroll down to Geoscape header, and check the Allow Building Queue setting. It's still very useful to clear out the rubble (ie turn it into burrows) and build more burrows/extractors though. The burrows especially because almost everything can be built on top of a burrow.
Honestly, Yeah. later in the game when I tried to update/get rid of old buildings, it was annoying to figure out what i could actually build over. :-\
Burrow spam is actually something i wanna try now though.
It would help you when you get a workshop - you will be able to expand without waiting for a month until it finishes and you will have living space to fill it up.
honestly the main advantage here. Build over is great. All of my hate for buildings that take a month + change to build.
PS: You don't need workshop for the tiny drill, you need space to start the project. You can achieve it by building more extractors, and then filling them with runts = money!
I actually do remember this from my first run! I think I did extractor cheese for the space, because I was a brainlet at the time. Good times, but also not a bad idea. Im debating when I want to get Red, given its not Direly Important for Cats... But I Also know nowadays that Its no longer just turn the key and activate. Its got an event sequence now.
Might Prioritize trying to slice up corpses and sell food for once. Never tried to be a Kitchen before.
PPS: You can redecorate not only your airbus, but buildings on the map too. For example, a lot of buildings in ratman rodeo are paper thin. breaking wall can save you not only turns, but lives too - enemies face the door often since they try to use it, but they might never face the wall with no windows.
Oh yeah. Taken full advantage of this before. I think I used slashing weapons or just Auto Guns into the side of walls? I remember a 'Blade Damage' can destroy walls, just that Hammers do it better. When TU's are at a Premium... But Hammers do tend to do it in one, yeah.
I've only ever really used a hammer for mining purposes and Killing 25mm on bandit ships with Ubers. That sucked. If I remember right, they overwatch. Hurtie.
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Personally, I love the mace over the hammer. It can destroy terrain, it can damage armor, and isn't affected by cqc like hammer does. It was a part of my default loadout.
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Interlude #1
January 21st, 2601
Fireday
"This document is silly, and you know it."
"What makes it so silly Comeownder?"
"First- Call me that again and I'll have your tail. Second, your asking me to sign a Proclaimation that declares that we're Corsairs."
"Its *Just* a Letter of Meowrk! It Leginyamizes the business Come-Capnyan!"
I groan sharply, Catvy gets away with exact wording this time. I lean over to read the paperwork that we've been sent - given that our communication dish is of limited functionality they had to send parchment. Luckily, I happen to know Terran Domestic, so I can read this.
"Greetings, Captain-
You have somehow stumbled upon and activated an ancient military structure of significant importance. Normally I would write this off to fortuitous circumstance, but this seems too well planned for you to have merely done so by accident."
"Hah. We won't correct him on that one." "Correct him on what?" "Nothing."
"In recognition of this and the build-up of military assets, We would know of your intentions. If they align with our own, we might even be willing to offer a deal. However do bear in mind that failure to reply to this documentation will be seen as a declaration of war upon the provincial governments, and we will of course report your locations to the Factions."
Ffffffffuck.
"Alternatively, despite your being Nekomimi agents, we could have use for your unique skills and abilities. If you are for hire we would sign a contract with you - renewable monthly - tasking you with disrupting Faction assets however you see fit. Kill them, maim them, rob them, it is all the same to us in the end. The more damage you do in a month, the bigger bonus we'll pay you. Should this deal interest you, send a reply and we will arrange a meeting... Think about it, Captain. There's enough scum, villains, and tragedy on this planet already. The factions don't care for these people: but you could be heroes. And you could get paid handsomely for it.
For your consideration
- The Chairman
"Don't you see how COOL this could be?!" Catvy gushes once more, her energy infectious enough to be a miniature sun as both her hands and tail flail excitedly. Unfortunately, my tone shatters the illusion as I slam my hand onto the table, and for a moment I am quite thankful for my privacy - my 'cynical' viewpoint would surely be unpopular with the crew. "Did you only read the last paragraph?! Is your head as full of fluff as your ears?! We'll be playing politics with the governments! We'll be entangled in local affairs! We're trying to get off the planet, not build an empire!"
"But how are we going to get any Meowwwny to do sooo?" Catvy whines by way of reply however, and I am forced to relent, because goddamnit she had a point. Grumbling quietly, I look over a Data-Pad and access my terminal to check the financials... It's looking like the Hacan just pulled out of the market.
Looking between the terminal and the kit, my gaze narrows. I know I'm bested, and despite myself even I'm sold on the romance of it all, but in this moment I must maintain my authority, so I wave her away and pull out my quill pen. This proves to be the second mistake I make this evening though, as once dismissed, she bursts out of my office with a resounding echo of delight and holds her hands up as she starts screaming that we're going to be pirates. All too soon after I hear a reverberating chant in return from the crew: "Pirates! Pirates!"
Sighing sharply. I prepare my first address for the evening.
"To the Good Chairman, I have received your message..."
Declaration Felonious Corsair
By the Decree of the Captain, We stand united under the banner of the Starlit Skull!
Though our dream may be to the return to the stars, We must first fight through the worst this planet has to offer us! They have stolen our ship, taken our dignity and left us with nothing but scrap and metal! But this is not where the crew of the Starlight dies! It is where we embrace our destiny, and form a new warrior house! This planet is ripe with opportunity; To Plunder, to steal from and to kill the sworn enemies of our people: The Ethereals, and their thralls! They see us as nothing but Corsairs- Mercenary Felines and Scoundrels; Let us embrace their fear! Let us declare ourselves Pirates, and scour them! We shall laugh at their unjust property laws, have adventures in style, and gather wealth to rival even the Emirates! But we shall fight as a true warrior house: With Honor, without fear of death and for our freedom! Upstarts we may be- but in time, even the great warrior houses shall acknowledge us!
By exercising Violence, shall we earn our right to exist! By the tenacity of our efforts, shall we embrace our survival! By guile and wit, shall we trounce our foes with vicious Cunning! And by embracing what is new, Weird and strange: Shall we discover the weakness of the damnable Ethereals!
Come with me my Claw-Sisters! We number only eight, but our numbers shall swell! We are not the only Nekomimi upon this world- Looking for opportunity! By proving ourselves, we shall-
...Why the hell did something explode outside?
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begun, the cat-puns have...
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Let's see what today's stream will bring to our garbage lore/fluff/headcannon
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begun, the cat-puns have...
They began months before I got Caturday started. I am only giving them power now. Woe be upon my soul, for I have fallen low. :-\
Let's see what today's stream will bring to our garbage lore/fluff/headcannon
Death. Pain. And Debt. Mostly Debt.
Personally, I love the mace over the hammer. It can destroy terrain, it can damage armor, and isn't affected by cqc like hammer does. It was a part of my default loadout.
Absolute lad here. Maces are awesome.
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Captains Log #2
1st of May 2601
Bloomsday
Something is flying outside of the base. Scouts have reported an thin silhouette circling around. Assuming it was a drone, I ordered the crew to bunker down and expeditionary crew to be recalled. It wasn't the first time we'd been attacked in our home, and i'd have us be ready if the academy wanted to have round two with us. Thankfully, it was neither the Academy, nor an attack force... Rather, it was worse. It was those Ubers again- and they're rather cross with us. Some of our contacts later told us that those were 'Ninjas', that the blips we saw on radar was their interceptor force.
'Bikes', as you were, that could easily shoot down our airbus. We have to be Extraordinarily careful from now on: We don't have claws for Sky combat. If they catch us, we'll lose an entire wing of Claw-Sisters to an ambush. Once more, I press Cat O'Nine Tails for Airships: And once more im denied aid. It simply cannot be done through the channels we have.
Cat O'Nine Tails however is making good on her promise to help swell our numbers. Within but a few months, our numbers have exploded nearly twice over. Going from our original eight to Twenty three, I fear almost that we have expanded too fast. I know the Original Starlight crew well, as if we were a litter. But they are not familiar with me yet as a Captain- I do not blame them for this. Leadership changes a sister. Now they must get familiar with equally wild personalities- whom in turn that do not know me. My leadership is tested, and I must be sufficient for task.
It was already tested when we were put to task, to save some of the Peregrine Cult- Tourists from that spiritual ideology. A swarm of bats descended upon the sisters- I still wonder why they were in the bloody Coldof all things... But. We could only save one. A mystic by the name of SquirrelWizard (They claim that they were given this name. Fair enough, I'll find out their real name soon enough) The others scattered or were dead. I see hurt in the sisters eyes, and wonder if they blame me for the failure of the operation... or if they wish for vengeance upon the foe, that we did the best we could? That we were unprepared and had to fight with skin upon snow, certainly did not help our case. I was interred for at least a week from my bits wanting to freeze off...
But. The point stands. We've certainly the capacity to fight now. And fight we will. Before writing my log, I had to manage payroll... There was not enough Cognac for my needs. If the sisters knew that we're only making a fourth of what was needed, I'd have a full blown Rebellion or Trial to cull the numbers. The most dangerous thing that a mercenary force can do- is know that their payroll is unreliable. But I've kept the secret for now: If I am able to expand our labor force quickly enough and increase through-put... They'll never know, and they'll be happy kits. Right as rain, and we can get back to plundering.
To put their minds at ease, I've assigned a Wing to the Little Bird. They've already shot down several craft, and I've tasked them with finding more ammo for its machine gun. When sisters are busy with killing, there's little time for questioning. Hell, I'm rather quite proud of them as of late: Despite the privative tech, they shot down an entire wing of enemy aircraft. "Necropirates', as they are called. Amazingly resilient though- I will need the Research team to figure out what they hell they are Exactly, but to this date: No sister has been put into the Graybook. I am thankful for their skill and capabilities- yet must be scornful of how quickly some of them waste their nine lives.
I can feel that book burning though; Throbbing as it looks as me. It wishes for a victim. My anxiety only grows.
Stream is over after running late. Aaaaaa (https://www.twitch.tv/yugianbushido)
You can watch the VOD here! (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2085091647)
Sauce (https://www.deviantart.com/maxa-art/art/Nekomimi-at-Night-772009977)
Post Mortem
Hired: Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-9, K-9), NictisOfTheMafia (B-10 K-10), Lucille (Newly Hired!), Wabbon (Newly Hired!)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-20 K-39), Zephyr1124 (B-25, K-48), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-22, K-26), Kiest (B-19, K-35), Xeoposer (B-14, K-16), Roush (B-26, K-39), Isdar (B-23, K-25), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-25, K-60), Tarmph (B-31, K-56), NebTheSquid (B-5, K-14), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-19, K-43), Fleur Vert (B-24, K-36), Doctor Rex (B-10, K-7), ArdriKrios (B-9, K-17), NinjaZombie0 (B-11, K-16), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-13, K-15) Curechain9 (B-13, K-8), Mjolko (B-15, K-13), Talemgrandmaster (B-16, K-30) Shirajirajin (B-15, K-11), , Slegex (B-13 K-17)
Died: shoGGofu (B-6. K-6. Spartan Ambush.), The Little Bird (Lasted all of a month. Stupid Jetbike spawning on top of it. At least it went down swinging.)
Deus Ex Machinas: 18 (34 Total)
The base defense. The fuuuuucking base defense... I've learned to respect Difficulty 4 Dogetide.
The Good: Industrial Output is at full capacity. Suppressed Pistols are Online Baby. Space suits means that we'll have Undersea missions soon, and the first upgraded Transport is unlocked. Still need to buy it (Which costs too much). Brainers are near capped out and we'll get some more here soon with personal labs coming up. Kevlar is the next objective.
The Bad: Dogetide. Holy Shit dogs are nasty on Difficulty 4. I think 9+ of the DEM's today was just "And the dog cleared 2 chambers into the third one, and killed someone". Someone finally died as well, Sorry Shog. Turns out we got unlucky and spawned into Spartans.
Some really bad First Spawn turns as well. That sucked too.
The Funny: As much as it sucked Balls, it is kind of funny that the Ninja Jetbike spawned onto of my Helicopter coming back. As if to say "Begone with you!"
Also I learned that Dogs are their own faction now. They must be, because I had an agent mission with nothing but Dogs. Dogetide must of gotten them too.
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Another funny is finding out one of the cats most dedicated to melee is also one of if not THE most accurate shooter in the crew. How the hell does that happen?
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Another funny is finding out one of the cats most dedicated to melee is also one of if not THE most accurate shooter in the crew. How the hell does that happen?
Shotguns, stupid good ACC Growth and Lady Luck Medals.
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Thats at least a +6 right there. Which, considering your at 137- basically accounts for all but one bonus. Which im pretty sure "Master of X" is getting the last of it.
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some absolutely brutal missions in this session. nice to see that people are starting to run out of redos and dying-for-real.
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some absolutely brutal missions in this session. nice to see that people are starting to run out of redos and dying-for-real.
Honestly, half of those were because im pants on head stupid, and tried to push some things I shouldnt have (Why did i think that Reaction killing spiders was a good idea?)
Dogetide though? Thats just. Fuck.
Still. If people are gonna spend em, earlier is typically better in an XCOM game. But yeah. The Tax refund is basically over. Which is good. I've gotten a good feel for how we wanna fight. Cats as they are Really don't want to fight in the day. And every occasion we have to is a mass casualty event waiting to happen. Kevlar cant come soon enough.
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Captains Log #3
2nd of July, 2601
Crossday
A disaster and a tragedy. One for each month. The first is... A set back. The second however, is the first of many losses to come. This is not the first time I've lost a claw sister. It is not the first time I've even lost squads. But I was never the captain. I was always a field commander. I fought and bled with my sisters upon the field, fighting against the Ethereal empire and its auxiliaries. I've fought pirates (Irony abounds that we're now the very same thing we hunted), scum and fools. But today, is the first time that someone has died under my commission. Her death was... undignified. An ambush at the breach- gunned down by a spray of machinegun fire. So much happening at once that we couldn't even retrieve her body.
I... I feel remorse for this. That we've no means to give her last burial rites. That we cannot retrieve her body, as those... Those Men have likely done terrible things with it. The crew already looks to me for answers. Half are wondering how it happened- the ground crew blame themselves for abandoning Shog's body in the chaos... and there is an air of vengeance on the deck. The illusion of invincibility has been broken. There is Starlight blood on Terran soil: an insult that cannot be rectified. The sisters scowl sharply as they sharpen their blades.
Next time... Next time, they will not run. There is blood in the water, and they are on the hunt.
As if my authority wasn't under enough threat, we also faced an assault force of Ratmen- taking vengeance for our successes as of late. They employed combat dogs that... Nearly took the lives of several other sisters. I could count as many as they defied fortune, their lives burning away as panic overtook the base. We were VERY lucky: No lives were lost. But these encounters are weakening faith in the crew. Doubt is creeping in- And the disaster with the spiders... The governments are happy with our performance, but the morale of the crew MUST be accounted for. If they lose faith... Mutiny is not far behind. They will not die for a cause if they believe I do not have their best interests at heart.
We're starting to face foes our equal- and we are sorely underequipped. These last few disasters have only highlighted how dangerously underprepared we are. Now that mortality has crept its hand over our shoulders- our sisters feel encroaching death. He has now become my foe- It is not a battle that I can win, but I must keep him at bay... And considering we cannot commission armor from home, we must look to domestic solutions. Perhaps we will look to the very killers that took Shoggofu's life, for our solution. Our claw sisters reported that they were rather resistant to our attacks...
I still need time to write a Eulogy. As with my logs as of recent, I've been having to do so by my bedside. Once I'm on my feet again, I can give the proper address. The sisters need to know that our fallen are not forgotten. That even if they gave everything for our dream, that they still shall return to the stars with us.
All Glorious, to our fallen sisters. All glorious, for vengeance we shall have. These Men shall pay the price.
Stream is Over (https://www.twitch.tv/yugianbushido)
The Vod is here! (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2091765553)
Sauce (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/79727855891514510/)
Post Mortem
Hired: Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-15, K-18)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-27 K-55, Zephyr1124 (B-30, K-69), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-29, K-39), Kiest (B-21, K-35), Xeoposer (B-26, K-54), Isdar (B-28, K-51), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-29, K-80), Tarmph (B-39, K-79), NebTheSquid (B-11, K-20), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-25, K-56), Fleur Vert (B-29, K-55), Doctor Rex (B-13, K-10), ArdriKrios (B-19, K-38), NinjaZombie0 (B-15, K-24), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-20, K-20), Mjolko (B-20, K-18), Talemgrandmaster (B-23, K-36) Shirajirajin (B-17, K-11), , Slegex (B-19, K-23), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-20, K-34), NictisOfTheMafia (B-21 K-19), , Wabbon (B-6, K-4)
Died: Roush (B-27, K-40, Gave their life to save another sister. Got Robo-coped with Dragonbreath Rounds.), Lucille (B-11, K-16, Tried to Match the Drifter with the Big Iron on his Hip.) Curechan9 (B-17, K-12, The Winter Tower was a Trap.)
Deus Ex Machinas: 8 (42 Total)
The Winter Tower. THE WINTER TOWER.
The Good: Kevlar is Online. Didn't do Lucille much good, but hey, we have it now. Red Codex is Active. 17 Brainers are going at it- so Research is in full swing. Also Rifle bullets are manufacturable now, so the Whirly Bird can actually KILL things again on the AIrscape. Hell yeah.
The Bad: I learned today units can be displaced. This happened to disastrous effect regarding the Comms tower. Either they rushed me, or suicide dove bombed right into my cats. Sorry Curechan.
Doctor X is not an Optional Encounter. We need advanced medicine to continue the Story/Progession line. Therefore, Caturday is impossible. To move past the roadblock, we are allowing one set of Ubers to be hired to go do the X-Prison.
The Funny: Nothing overly funny in the moment. Bandit Camp Large went pretty good.
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Is it any ubers or it has to be lunatic ubers only to deal with X?
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It isn't hard to allow cats in x-prison, just need to add them and their desired outfit in the xprison startcon. It would look something like the attached.
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It isn't hard to allow cats in x-prison, just need to add them and their desired outfit in the xprison startcon. It would look something like the attached.
Its not, but im trying to play as hard by the rules of the game as possible- so others can follow the steps if they wanted to do Caturday. Its why I started in Catlifornia and planked the starting six ubers.
That being said, If its thematically interesting- there might be room to bend the rules a Little bit...
Side bar, thanks for the file. ;)
Edit - As I think about it, It still might be impossible, even if we bring cats along. The doors might be too strong for them to breach, and I dont know how much its destruction factor is.
Reedit- Never mind, I misremembered the first door being sliding. its 100% possible. Just need to quickly grab the pickaxe
Is it any ubers or it has to be lunatic ubers only to deal with X?
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Interlude #2
January 22st, 2601
Crossday
During the address to the crew, it turns out a 'blazing star' fell near the base. We had about ten minutes to smear paint and get our equipment ready. Of course, for the shadow kits, it’s just their daily attire by this point. Amusingly embarrassing to start with, annoyingly frustrating once they gained confidence in wearing it, But that is besides the point. I set out with a vanguard and moved towards the crash site with weapons at the ready. For posterity’s sake, I have recorded audio of the mission for playback at my leisure. We've still got some earpieces and radios to keep in communication with each other on the field, it’s how I can give orders despite being in a sick bed.
We nearly had a friendly fire incident from someone being a bit too jumpy, but I cant blame them. Our "star" turned out be a wrecked ship hull, codenamed the "Menacing Hull". The damn thing barely resembles a ship, more like a lump of metal with booster rockets attached to it. It’s a miracle it could carry its crew complement -a complement of recently escaped individuals not too unlike ourselves, mutants of the Uber Strain. I am no stranger to Humankind - I've had my encounters with Marsec and tranS-Stellar - but humanity is roughly our equal. Smooth skinned, instead of blessed with fur. Nubs for fingers instead of claws. Tough, instead of graceful. These... Creatures though?
They are terrifying giants. They clear over us by at least sixty centimeters, and at least are two Kits wide. Their muscle tissue and skin are not unlike body armor (for all we know, it could very be they augmented!), and it is a fact they know blatantly well. They will happily wade into battle with whatever weapons they can stride forward with, knowing that they can absorb enormous damage and still hold a reasonable chance of survival. It is seemingly a cultural ideal that they present their bodies in as little coverage as possible, as if to present their strength to the world and show that they are unafraid - or as a sign of 'beauty'.
I think the truth of the matter is that they recognize they are a living terror weapon, and here were three members of that very strain right before us. This is where that 'near accident’ happened. Only the drill I wear on my necklace nowadays prevented an incident, and most definitely a few casualties, one of which I don’t think I would’ve walked away from. They were at first hostile... Then they recognized that I held a key on me. A key that they needed for their ship. A ship that they were only too happy to surrender to us, on two conditions:
First, if we were willing to investigate the mystery that had been consuming their existence, a mystery ship that held wonderous power... That needed the drill to activate.
Second, they needed somewhere to live- and they were Non-Combatants. They all were, claiming to be Scientists - 'Brainers', if you would.
Well, as it turns out I have a fully stocked laboratory that’s just collecting dust. If they could fix up some of the equipment in this base, if we could get their ship working again, and if we have a way out? They will earn their keep. Besides- I have a crew of warriors, not scientists. As strange as it would be to host mutants in our base, I doubt anyone wants to make a career watching their Claw-Sisters claim glory.
12th of Feburary, 2601
Crossday
It has been a few weeks from when I allowed the survivors of the Menacing Hull (Their words) to dwell within Starlight... Which, not unlike the flag we now bear, has become the name of our home. Our hopes, our dreams and our desire to return to the stars- they live and die inside this hole in the ground. That is a hell of a place to put one’s faith, especially given the fact this place is crumbling at the seams so badly that it’s held up by duratape and prayers... Yet even so the Kits have settled into the flow of life here well, even if we have a glowing hole in the floor of a room. Even if its not comfortable, I've ordered all crew to dwell within quarters well away from the literal sludge pit, as we don't have the facilities to treat radiation poisoning.
The 'Brainers' are possessed of both madness and annoyingly narrow focus when it comes to their interests. I've given them instruction to focus on getting our communication dish back up and running, and they did. But they have also spent the better part of a month philosophizing over what it meant to be a pirate, the empowering qualities of lingerie, and why we should wear specific brands... As if that wasn’t bad enough, in between discussing these pillars of 'culture', they take breaks and molest the captives we happen to take in for ransom! Needless to say, if they weren't so goddamn effective at their work, I'd have them thrown out or shot! For a number of reasons, we can’t ransom back people who have been Snu-Snu'd!
We've an Ethyrnet connection though, and it did not take long for us to get some hits. The governments were happy to have a more direct line to contact us, but more importantly we've discovered that agents of the House are present on this planet, both from the Peregrine Cult, and the Empress herself, and both of which wished to establish relations with us. Our unique circumstances - as fledgling as they are - provide an interesting opportunity for political moves on Earth. Even before we've even proven ourselves as a true power yet, we've become a polity. It speaks to how... Influential we can become that we can tilt the balance of power so. I've a meeting with the Peregrine cult here soon - an agent by the name of 'Cat of Nine tails'. The name strikes me as pretentious - or otherwise inane - but for the sake of our Claw-Sisters, I will see to her.
I don't think they truly realize, however, that we just want to go home.
Sauce (https://www.deviantart.com/elka0815/art/On-The-Prowl-998211254)
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Memento Mori
September 3rd, 2601
Crossday
Sisters, we are gathered here today- To mourn the loss of our claw-sisters.
Setting upon the path of glory, to form the foundation of our warrior house- we knew the danger that we would face. Left with nothing but our claws and our wits, we have had to scavenge, tear and steal everything we've had. It would be inevitable that we would be left undersupplied, and without the proper equipment to wage our battles. Despite all, I am proud of you all. The blood spilled in our name, the victories taken in our name... which is why we must also recognize the sacrifices in our name. We will only lose more sisters along the way- Whom gave everything so that we may return to the stars in which we belong.
We remember ShoGGofu, a victim of Men whom call themselves Spartans. Cowards and scoundrels, we have done wrong by her to have given her body to them. I swear, upon my honor as captain- that we *Will* find her, and inter her into the halls. May the Violence inflicted upon them be but a step towards the path of redemption. We remember Lucille- a Sweet and innocent Kit. I believe that she was starting to come to know us as crew, and would have been a fine sister to join us in the journey across the stars. We remember Curechan, A victim of the winter tower. A... Mistake on our behalf, and one I take full responsibility for. And finally, we remember Roush. Whom above all, shall be remembered for giving her life- to save that of her Claw-Sister. Would that it be that we all give our lives for so noble a deed. To her, the highest honors shall be bequeathed.
Interred into our great halls, we shall preserve their bodies, so that once we may return to the stars- they may be buried properly. Cast into the void, towards the sun. For there is no better a fitting end to a Warrior of the Stars, then to be returned to that great expanse.
Warriors!
We are the brave!
Let us feast and love today,
For Tomorrow, we may die!
Captains Log #3
The address has been finished. Songs of merriment and drink carry through the halls, as somber airs bleed away to a celebration that is life. I would partake, but there is not enough senior staff to help me manage the duties of the crew, and it seems bittersweet to celebrate my failures whilst my Claw-Sisters drink to life. I imagine such is the case with Kaminyan as well- I caught a glint of their eye before they departed the address. Whom could blame them? Even from a tribal background- practically earthborn... Maybe Especially so, the loss is felt. After all, were it not for Roush's sacrifice, it would be Them in this address.
We all deal with grief in our own ways. I do not begrudge hers.
I've been balancing the books so far. Money is still tight, but we're making strides to correct that. Our Engineering staff are Finally equipped with tools to start balancing out the Munitions stockpiles. Our greatest challenges have been equipping the kits with a reliable set of equipment: Weapons that they can count on and reliably field, and Armor to preserve and protect them. There is only so long can go gone unseen: And both have been resolved. For as much grief as the Brainers give me, they have designed an all encompassing battle dress- A Kevlar weave that adorns us from tail to head. Coated in familiar paints to help us blend in, and yet is light weight and flexible. The only problem we now face for its universal deployment is logistics and manufacturing our own weave. Problems that should soon fix themselves in time.
Instead, I turn to greater ambitions. We have been cooped up too long in our hideout. Reactive, instead of proactive. We need further eyes upon the world- Finances to fund a second operational base. Expansion becomes my creed. If we are to meet expectations- to gather intelligence and find where these Spartans live, we will need to expand how far our eyes reach. Facilities to supply our needs. Tiger Transport has been willing to provide us another Helicopter for the purposes of commanding the skies- and now with the ability to keep it fed with ammunition...
They will learn the danger that is a Sky-Warrior. For there are no better pilots then a Claw-Sister. Even if we're using ramshackle equipment. (What we we wouldn't give for a claw...)
Would that I expand on my thoughts, but I must honor a promise. The drill around my neck pulses with a tingling energy- Throbbing with an excitement. The Brainers have finally figured how to draw its power... The temptation to reject the power was ever present, but no. I cannot risk their mutiny- I cannot risk angering them. Were it not for my word- I would have cast this thing away. It whispers in my ear and promises me great power. That to honor the gods, I will become something more. The coincidence finally comes full circle as the answer was reached: Someone was watching- and directing our very actions.
They've come to collect. But I will not be their pawn. By the time we return to the stars: They shall tremble at what they have created.
Stream is over! (https://www.twitch.tv/yugianbushido)
Part 1 of vod is here, we had a crash (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2096552949)
And Part 2 is right here! (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2096599807)
Sauce (https://www.deviantart.com/pablocomics/art/Pirates-858759371)
Post Mortem
Hired: CGP (B-1, K-0) Krickraken (Newly Hired!) Curechan9 II (Newly Hired!)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-36 K-89), Zephyr1124 (B-39, K-102) ,Fleur Vert (B-33, K-80), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-43, K-69), Kiest (B-26, K-44), Xeoposer (B-39, K-98), Isdar (B-37, K-65), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-38, K-105), Tarmph (B-45, K-96), Mittens Leadpaw (B-15, K-26), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-39, K-76), DoctorRex (B-14, K-14), ArdriKrios (B-25, K-53), NinjaZombie0 (B-22, K-50), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-27, K-24), Mjolko (B-26, K-26), Talemgrandmaster (B-38, K-55) Shirajirajin (B-24, K-17), , Slegex (B-30, K-39), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-37, K-62), NictisOfTheMafia (B-37 K-41), Wabbon (B-19, K-30), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-24, K-30)
Died: No one!
Deus Ex Machinas: 9 (51 Total)
Huh. Didnt feel like nine.
The Good: Kevlar is just about Universal. We have stabilized the Codex at this point, Fausts are within Arms Reach, and other aircraft are not far behind. We're starting to reach that comfortable curve of the game which we can start blazing through missions.
The Bad: Im still debating if I go Mutant Alliance or not. Honestly, my experience has been pretty comfortable without it, but there a lot im missing right now because of no Library. Decisions, Decisions...
The Funny: 14mm Tank Rifle go Brt. Especially when it doesnt.
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Captains Log #4
November 3rd, 2601
Snakesday
Taut ties bite into my flesh, Leather grips tightly as if to become my second skin. Decorative swords are put upon my hip, and a gilded crown is put upon my head- glistening with gold, Plastasteel and elegant frills. The tapestry that my blades rest upon is a fresh weave, the story of our house with all the care a craftswoman can mind. Made of silks and furs, the compliment to all this gaudiness is jewelry made of trophies. Each of our claw-sisters has offered her 'tribute' to me: A feather from a fine bird, a Bullet casing and dried herbs to name but a few...
I am made into a show piece. A 'beautiful' thing, made to intimidate our foes. I worry that we have taken this rallying cry too far- But it is too late now. I did not stop the kits when they embraced being pirates. I did not stop the sisters when they embraced traditional living and the reemergence of huntress culture. Now I Cannot stop this. I cannot stop my Claw-sisters violating my privacy to decorate me so. That I am now exalted- that we embrace the madness of earth, and commit treason against our empress.
I am now made Queen. A queen of pirates- a Warrior Queen, the strongest of us all. One who shall guide us back to the stars- and Noblesse Obliges.
"...Shall everyday begin as such now? I do not need help dressing..." It is an irritated reply, but an honest one. At least it is not a mutiny to begin each day. If my authority is to be belittled, it is at the very least one that in service to me.
"Be thankful Kaminyan is not here to decorate you, Capnyan. Have you seen the elaborate knots they can do? And the bodypaint..." The first kit sighs softly, and I am unsure if she is in fear or in awe. The Dancer chimes in soon afterwards- ensuring that the dress is upon my frame, yet light enough to not restrict my movement. "Why not? There is Much of your body left untouched. You don't want to be a living canvas?"
I see a wolfish grin behind her eyes. Its a bloody tease, somehow having caught on to my... Sheepish disposition about all of this. If I did not know better, that this is a conspiracy to straighten my spine. Embrace what I have become. It is no coincidence that two of the most feminine members of the crew are now attending to me. If I am displeased, they will surely spend another hour to prepare me for the day.
"I think I'm Quite Content with what I have right now, I do not need-" I am interrupted, unable to finish my sentence. An unintentional mistake- but a fatal one. "Only Content? Oh that will not do. Dear, could you go get the gray box on the counter? I believe our Queen expects a higher standard of us..."
Gods save me. The empress wont.
Stream is over! (https://www.twitch.tv/yugianbushido)
Saaaauce. Cant find the artist here. Wouldnt mind some help. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/67/cf/ca67cfdf4e7fece2e3f3f1a2f49b4a26.jpg)
The VERY late Vod. (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2098404631)
Post Mortem
Hired: Rovlemhage (Newly Hired!), CLAW OF THE NORTH NYAN (B-1 K-9), Das_Bystander (Newly Hired!) ZebraFinch (Newly Hired!) Jim3798 ((Newly Hired!) BoboBuffalo (Newly Hired!) Scotty297 (Newly Hired!)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-38 K-98, Zephyr1124 (B-46, K-125) ,Fleur Vert (B-38, K-95), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-53, K-99), Kiest (B-33, K-54), Xeoposer (B-55, K-156), Isdar (B-43, K-80), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-44, K-123), Tarmph (B-54, K-107), Mittens Leadpaw (B-18, K-33), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-45, K-84), DoctorRex (B-24, K-24), ArdriKrios (B-37, K-79), NinjaZombie0 (B-26, K-55), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-45, K-69), Mjolko (B-36, K-39), Talemgrandmaster (B-52, K-75) Shirajirajin (B-39, K-50), , Slegex (B-33, K-41), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-48, K-99), NictisOfTheMafia (B-41 K-46), Wabbon (B-29, K-60), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-29, K-40), CGP (B-10, K-15) Krickraken (B-11, K-14) Curechan9 II (B-7, K-4),
Died: Streched Shana (K-2), Irked Mrmyshka (K-2), Velvet Flapper (K-3), Lazy Bun (K-3) (Died Holding the Line.)
Deus Ex Machinas: 12 (63 Total)
At least 5 were used to save the weed base. But we have some very rough lethals here.
The Good: Happy New Years! We managed to make it through the Year and we're on 2602! Congrats Cats, we're powering through! The Weed Base was preserved and we have our science books now. So, Back to School here Very Soon. Its a bit slower then I could of done honestly, but I was seeing if I couldn't hit some thematic points. It didn't, and with new pathing- we're going to get caught up. Also, We have VOODOO. We can see our Psi-Scores! Huzzah!
The Bad: So, Some pathing was done and why some story writing was delayed. X-Prison isn't needed, but holy shit is life going to suck because of it. For spoiler reasons, I wont mention them, but I am... Tightening my belt, and getting ready for some rough times.
The Funny Awesome: PURRTINA, FIST OF THE NORTH CLAW. FIVE OF NINE LIVES SPENT BUT SHE SAVED BYLAT-MART. HELL YEAH.
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Its not, but im trying to play as hard by the rules of the game as possible- so others can follow the steps if they wanted to do Caturday. Its why I started in Catlifornia and planked the starting six ubers.
That being said, If its thematically interesting- there might be room to bend the rules a Little bit...
I fully understand your position. However, Dr. X's entire arc relies upon her special connection with her Uber creations. The prison is but the first step here, with later missions and stories being heavily dependent on the Escaped Lunatics' past and the Doctor's story with them. While it's easy to allow catgirls on Uber-only missions, rewriting the whole story would be a major ordeal, or else a part of the game won't make any sense. Even the Captain is supposed to be a Lunatic herself, as Dr. X treats her so; if the Captain and her crew are not ubers, Dr. X wouldn't have the motivation to pursue them in the first place.
In my opinion it would be best to just accept that this particular arc won't be explored in this campaign. There are other important allies whose arcs don't mind you being a catgirl.
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"I think I'm Quite Content with what I have right now, I do not need-" I am interrupted, unable to finish my sentence. An unintentional mistake- but a fatal one. "Only Content? Oh that will not do. Dear, could you go get the gray box on the counter? I believe our Queen expects a higher standard of us..."
Gods save me. The empress wont.
I'm getting a bit of an Overlord vibe here; this whole scheme has gotten away from itself and now The Captain is merely along for the ride.
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I fully understand your position. However, Dr. X's entire arc relies upon her special connection with her Uber creations. The prison is but the first step here, with later missions and stories being heavily dependent on the Escaped Lunatics' past and the Doctor's story with them. While it's easy to allow catgirls on Uber-only missions, rewriting the whole story would be a major ordeal, or else a part of the game won't make any sense. Even the Captain is supposed to be a Lunatic herself, as Dr. X treats her so; if the Captain and her crew are not ubers, Dr. X wouldn't have the motivation to pursue them in the first place.
In my opinion it would be best to just accept that this particular arc won't be explored in this campaign. There are other important allies whose arcs don't mind you being a catgirl.
Holy shit its Scorch. Hi dude. Hopefully this has been an entertaining read!
Yeah, I am in agreeance with you here. When I started the run, and realized No Dr. X, that meant No Tanhouser gates and thus the humanist questline wont happen.
, that was rough. Its also why for the writings I haven't mentioned her: Its funny she keeps diving bombing us with base defense in the run- but I do agree she really *Should* have no interest in us, except maybe having her car, and we got rid of that.
Its merely how to rectify getting Advanced Medicine- which without, we cannot advance the game. We'll eventually hit a roadblock and cant Graduate/High Studies (I forget which). Its also why I debated on Mutant Alliance for a Hot Minute. I doubt I was going to get Lucky *Twice* with Lazy Ass Book Drop.
Considering they're more of a Political faction that Represents Mutants rather then "Be a Mutant or GTFO", and that I was well behind on a Library... Yeah. ended up caving here. Besides, they use you- as much as you use them. Its just only more tense now, given we're Xenos.
I'm getting a bit of an Overlord vibe here; this whole scheme has gotten away from itself and now The Captain is merely along for the ride.
The Pains of Wrangling Catgirls whom are 90% outlaw by volume. Except Sayuri's a Tourist.
Hmm.
The pain of Wrangling Catgirls. We're all merely along for the ride at this point. But I personally believe in stories with levity as much as they feature its cruelties. ;)
Things will get far more serious. And the Red Codex is bound to change a fair bit as well.
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Holy shit its Scorch. Hi dude. Hopefully this has been an entertaining read!
Hello! Yes, it has. :3
Yeah, I am in agreeance with you here. When I started the run, and realized No Dr. X, that meant {spoilered}, that was rough.
True, but there are still other endings. Besides, X's arc is still unfinished anyway, despite being the most advanced of all non-standard endings.
Its also why for the writings I haven't mentioned her: Its funny she keeps diving bombing us with base defense in the run- but I do agree she really *Should* have no interest in us, except maybe having her car, and we got rid of that.
I don't think she does any bombing. While she's an antagonist, she wants you alive and cares about your ubers.
Its merely how to rectify getting Advanced Medicine- which without, we cannot advance the game. We'll eventually hit a roadblock and cant Graduate/High Studies (I forget which).
Hmm, I don't think that's the case. I can't really prove it without dissecting the tech tree (which I'm not eager to do because spoilers), but her arc is meant to be optional, so there are probably other ways to finish the game. After all, it's possible to lose the gravball match against her three times
, which would lock you out from the rest of her arc, but should not prevent you from finishing the campaign.
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Then I am humbled Sir. Hopefully I keep it up. :D
I don't think she does any bombing. While she's an antagonist, she wants you alive and cares about your ubers.
Yeah no, she doesn't do Literal bombing, but at least 3-4 of my defender medals right now are because academians keep knocking on the door. I think only Red-Eyes is the only person who sends Bombing attacks. And you have to piss her off first by hitting her space station first, I think.
Hmm, I don't think that's the case. I can't really prove it without dissecting the tech tree (which I'm not eager to do because spoilers), but her arc is meant to be optional, so there are probably other ways to finish the game. After all, it's possible to lose the gravball match against her three times
, which would lock you out from the rest of her arc, but should not prevent you from finishing the campaign.
Respect to not wanting to go into spoiler town. Keeping it in brackets here
https://xpedia.netlify.app/##STR_ADVANCED_MEDICINE - Sadly has the requirement of the Database of Dr.X. (Second on that page, last in the game files right now.) Honestly, it could be avoided, but Arcane Interface is attached to it- and that is needed for higher studies. Everything else though? Actually not necessary to win the game. And that is the Only Dr.X required thing. Honestly, her Arc really 'starts' (Or never starts) with the Grav-Ball thing.
As I now remember, technically I think the Zubrin is outside of Higher studies? But between new Cydonia and how the Zubrin tends to kill who gets off the boat- I've had it nuke Termicators before trying to just get off due to "The universe only respects strength"- I don't really consider it viable as an option... Then again. That's kind of a shallow answer. I made Battle Tanks Intercept viper fighters before.
Edit: Okay. So the Zubrin doesnt explode violently anymore. Huh.
Yeah, giving it a test run on the old 2023 run... Yeah. It works. Kind of thematically ass, but by constraints of the challenge- thats how legal play would have to do.
Double Edit: Okay, I might have some madness in mind. Looking over matters more deeply, I might have options. Means No Nano-Surgery or Sleeping Beauty- but. It can be done actually. It also means twelve for endgame. Ah well.
Triple combo Edit: Or Star God Plasma Guns. And no Assault suits. Which is no Anni's. Which is no Termicator. Mmmfh. I'd have to run Space Guard/trooper armor... Fuck it, we ball.
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Captains Log #5
2nd of January
Shaday
Personal Reminder to myself, you celebrated the New Year on the 31st. You were Hungover on the 1st. The Date isn't Wrong.
Happy New Year. We've been stuck on this planet for a Year. We've been stuck in this Hole for a year. I think im starting to go Stir Crazy.
Supping on the first 'Yearly' vintage of our Cider, we're... Certainly getting better about this. I certainly feel more refined. Maybe the Brainers were onto something with alcohol and 'cultural refinement'. Empress knows they've shaken me down for everything I'm worth- both for finances and materials. Bothersome, really. But at least we've finally breaking even on finances- Hell. In some months, we're even making a profit again. For once, I feel like I'm running a profitable enterprise.
Much as I have feared though, to continue progress on our own ambitions- I have had to go around Cat of Nine Tails. After much internal debate, I've struck a deal with the local Mutant Polities. They had material that we needed for our Research core to expand, and they need trained killers to be the bane of their foes. The woes of those whom would abuse mutant kind- A fight that we have no personal stake in, but should serve as further opportunities to grow our increasing political influence. If we are careful, we can angle a faction that would suit our preference. Nunity took to us warmly, and the Peregrine cult favors Post-Rapture. Especially if their theory proves true and that we were All once Terrans.
As I've tread upon the grass of earth though- and seen its forests, I will admit I've felt a certain... connection to this all. There is a sense of spirituality about this land. A connection, a... Longing to it all. The wind off rolling hills, the bristle of trees and scent of wildflowers. I've come to understand why The Huntress culture has rapidly spread through the crew like a influzena: It is almost as if it was meant to be. Nekomimi, adorned in beautiful tapestry and woven in furs, hunting for their prey and being one with the land.
One in which they came from.
Or perhaps I am having too much Chateau. Perhaps I am melancholy and listening too much to the Cult- and that they've wormed their way into my mind. That denied the stars for so long, I am trying to rationalize anything that brings me comfort, and I merely the latest in our line that risks succumbing. Yet, I am bound here: I am destined to stay for my crew. ensure their survival. My Claw-Sisters could simply take their pay and leave: find the nearest smuggler ship or wait for one to deliver us material, and go back to the stars. Yet they do not.
Perhaps there is more magic here then I care to admit.
But that is neither here nor there. We have shaken on a deal with the Polities. I can only hope that this is not a mistake, or that they do not grind us to a pulp in their wars. We must remind ourselves we are still in service to our empress, and this serves her needs as much as our own. Besides, if we are lucky, perhaps we can find where our fallen Claw-Sister has been interred. After all, the Spartans prey upon Mutant Kind, and their leadership will be among their numbers.
Surely, one of their number will know where she is.
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Captains Log #6
7th of Febuary
Skullday
Melancholy fades away like setting sun when you've got too much to do.
On my desk lies at least twenty five combat reports- and I Know I haven't gone through them all. Im working as fast as I can, but I cant keep my finger on the pulse of every combat action that happens nowadays. I've had to decentralize and trust that my officers know what they're doing- so I can focus on the more important operations. Its been a hell of a reduction in my stress levels to say the least, and the other Claw-Sisters are starting to see the burdens I've been carrying for them in managing field operations (Quite Often from my Hospital bed!) Its been an... Interesting stablizing force here.
Instead, I now face two problems: One, We're not designed for this kind of warfare. Our enemies are starting to counter our tricks with advanced equipment, whilst I struggle to petition Cat Of Nine Tails for even the most basic tactile stealth gear. Hell, I'm not even begging for Unipuma Stealth suits (Though we've managed to scrounge a few up), I'm just looking for the reactor belts. Camouflage only works so well, for so long. But like many things- they deny my requests, citing that a Warrior should be 'Clever enough to adapt' to the changing circumstances.
Right. I can comfort my crew that our fallen Claw-Sisters were simply retarded and that we're better off without them, for the misfortune of being under-equipped for the job. To hell with her.
The only solution I have is to bring in fresh faces- Another Ten join our ranks. Some have had basic training, some are being pressed immediately. There's not enough Veteran sisters, and some are going Stir-Crazy waiting for their chance to get out of the revolving door that is Medical. I need more bodies on the field, and I simply have to accept that not all of them will survive. They'll simply have to trust their Elder-Sisters to lead them out of the fire. Yet such decisions shall influence the crew in another way: That of the ways.
It is no way that many of us are former combat veterans, even before this piracy business. I have made no secret that I follow the way of the missed strike- Opportunity follows in careless attacks. Many of my Claw-Sisters took to The Way of Shadow when we had to smear ourselves with paint and hide in the bush in the buff. There are a few outliers- and whilst survival was our principle concern, ideas of combat doctrine and philosophy were put to the wayside... But now that we are starting to find our footing, entrench and find ourselves growing in comfort: Matters of philosophy soon follow. And with fresh faces and time to argue over which strategies work and which do not...
There will be a growing diaspora of doctrines. A collection of military polities within our own organization that will argue which of the ways are correct, and which shall no longer suffice. But perhaps there is a way to bring these thoughts into line. For all of these Arts are simply interpretations of the Way of trounce. I will never be able to bring them all to heel: For talent often seeks to define itself and stand out- and to grow its strength. But they see me as Captain, and they will *Obey*. In Curating their growth, I shall have officers whom specialize in their fields, and in turn I shall have strike teams that are of a unified mind. It must be that as we grow wiser, that these scattered ideas once again, form the ways of trounce. Each us of, a piece of the whole.
Hah. I speak of being busy, and yet here I am writing prose. Perhaps I am not so far removed from my Noble blood after all. To think I used to detest reading and writing. That I'd rather go play with the other Claw-Sisters, then to look adminastration. Perhaps my father can be thanked afterall. But thats neither here nor there. The second problem I'm facing, is that my Science Team needs to speak to me, and that's terrifying in its own right.
I end this log with a deep breath and trepidation. Its always an adventure to go in there.
Back to School
"Gwynevere De Tylmerade Bennett, Captain Level Access. Authorization Code- SERAPH."
I am not using their codes. I don't need to be laughed at for being 'Horny' again. But with a flick of my Keycard and the gentle hiss of the door, it slides open with a satisfactory ease and a wave of *heat* blasts me in the face. I thank the Stars that I have desert blood in me, or else this would be unbearable. I simply don't get why the 'Brainers' must have things so bloody HOT. I don't care if its their preference to not wear clothes, I swear half of the salary goes to the Power bill so they can keep warm in the nude!
Stepping inside however, the Laboratory is a wonderous display of colors and not so wonderous odious cadavers. A sterile room defiled, but alive with the discoveries and passions of those whom call this room 'home'. Once only operated by the Brainer-Strain, more have joined their ranks; More of their own Castaway kin that we have rescued and brought into the fold- but also Hacan blooded Claw-Sisters whom share in their pacifistic tendency. The Brainers tend to the needs of Violence, explosives and abstract thought- The Hacanites tend to the needs of worldly, Nekomimi concerns- alongside political machinations. Together, they create union of creativity and intellectual capacity. Harmonious however, we could not be further from. Striding forth, my ears pick up a pained, shrill sound- a tone that could only be produced by one of our kin.
"That's my tail, you fucking bitch!"
My eyes drift as melee starts off to my left. Glass shatters and a table smashes as Claw and Fist intermix into what could best be described as a 'Catfight'. Apparently, the Brainer couldn't help but grasp her tail for some odd reason- A lesson these ubers do not seemingly learn. If anything- they only seem inclined to be... Encouraged by our wild reactions to others touching such fluffy tails. Whilst at first i was prone to stopping such incidents- I've come to learn this is how they bond, or work out grievances. It only makes it harder for our Claw-Scientists to garner the respect of their fellow working companions if they cannot prove that they brawl. The hooting and the howling over the spontaneous fight is their entertainment anyway. I have a more important destination in mind.
At the far end of the lab sits a circular table, staring into a incandescent holographic image of the planet. In a shape before the landmasses were split (We've had to adapt the map). At the far end, sits the FBB (Pretentious that, but she wont accept 'Chief Scientist') and the Elder Claw-Matron. A spread of papers and documents. That they called me down here, rather then sending a runner to deliver their report- Means it is something worth my precious time. So I shall not waste theirs. Striding forth, I clear my voice before speaking.
"FBB. Honored Matron. You've called me down here for a Report?" I flit my eyes between them, but it is the FBB whom speaks here. The Matron seeks to speak at the right opportunity- Preserving words for impact.
"Yes, Ma Capitaine. Our investigation is complete, and whilst I *Could* explain matters to you, I suggest you read those papers. You will find elucidation on our labours, and what this means for our organization as a whole... And why of course, you should keep us around."
I roll my eyes at the incinuation. Yes, I know your needs are ridiculously expensive. But I open the documentation in question- and my eyes glaze over the details at first. It takes a few passes before I understand it all: What is presented before me is theoretical concepts. But beyond those such as 'How to Firearms work' and 'Why does the Bikini look good on us'- I see cracking Hyperwave Technology. I see Plastasteel being molded into bullets, alongside many wonderous things. I see Advancements of our tools, and the ability to bring us beyond just merely Humans.
What I see before me, is the makings of Empire. Apparently, the shock spreads across my face- for my ears catch what my eyes do not.
"Impressed, Cap'n? What I present before you is the keys to the Kingdom. You held up your word with our... Agreement, and thus we shall hold up ours. You speak of returning to the stars, but what if we could do something better? What if going as Paupers, we make you the Queen you are supposed to be? Your Kittens have already adorned you with a crown- We are merely formalizing the title... And a Queen such as yourself should have herself a Fiefdom worthy of her status, should she not?"
I look to her, blinking absentmindedly. "You want to take the earth?"
"Heavens no! Unless that is your ambition that is." The FBB smiles faintly, her hands gently clasping together. "My thoughts are that there is no one else you should *Bow* to- and we know the *Star Gods*-" "Ethereals." I try to correct her as quickly as possible, but she merely brushes me off. "-are taking a keen interest to our operations... Twice we've humbled them. And twice, we've had to run. Do not think they will let us go so easily in the future..."
I look to the Claw-Matron. She simply nods in rare agreeance with the FBB.
"Think about your legacy. It is as much Yours as it will be Mine. And what better way to cement your crown, then to slay the gods themselves..." Her lips curl once more, as my hand traces over the papers again.
Despite the warm air, the papers feel cool to the touch. The Air is charged, and my mind races a mile a minute- As I weather Manipulations from the FBB. There is clearly a direction she would see us go in- despite her insinuations to the contrary... and yet she would give us the tools to claim it for ourselves.
In which way, does the road go from here?.. Is such still truly my choice?
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Why is the image so big? Im legit sorry about that. Most of the time, its pretty small...
Hired: Kildarienhyton (B-2, K-2), VintageMedic (Newly Hired!), Xika (Newly Hired!)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-54 K-137, Zephyr1124 (B-53, K-148) ,Fleur Vert (B-44, K-106), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-63, K-118), Kiest (B-47, K-69), Xeoposer (B-58, K-170), Isdar (B-50, K-96), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-51, K-155), Tarmph (B-67, K-144), Mittens Leadpaw (B-29, K-47), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-52, K-102), DoctorRex (B-37, K-37), ArdriKrios (B-49, K-124), NinjaZombie0 (B-36, K-85), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-56, K-80), Mjolko (B-41, K-44), Talemgrandmaster (B-61, K-89) Shirajirajin (B-48, K-64), , Slegex (B-47, K-68), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-61, K-137), NictisOfTheMafia (B-54 K-72), Wabbon (B-32, K-74), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-46, K-72), CGP (B-20, K-23) Krickraken (B-24, K-31) Curechan9 II (B-13, K-9), Rovlemmmhage (B-9, K-15), CaptainOrion (B-7, K-12), Psyentific1 (B-13, K-30), ZebraFinch (B-10, K-13), DJ Grom (B-5, K-12), Scotty297 (B-6, K-3), Atusid (B-10, K-27), GigaShogg (B-10, K-13), Das_Bystander (B-7, K-10)
Died: Jim3798 (B-5 K-8, FAT ZOMBIE WANTS A HUG.), Weed Base Crew x5 (The Government Wants its cut.), Claw Of The North Nyan (B-2 K-27, Half as long, but twice as bright...), BoboBuffalo (B-8, K-10, Murder Mutts Ahoy!)
Deus Ex Machinas: 18 Deus Ex (98 Total)
7 were Spent on The Weed Base. 3 were Spent on The Pogrom. Both were failures.
Sometimes you dont win.
The Good: Catitical Armor has arrived and Not a moment too soon. Having Real Armor protections means that I can actually stand line and Fight. Krazy Hanna is now a thing too, so explosive ordinance is now reliably fieldable. Air Game is Online and with Fausts/Pidgeon combo in a central location, Time for the Cats to prove they are Aces...
The Bad: Well, The government decided my Weed base was going to go- and they hit me right as I was transferring named characters to the main place. Worse, I fought it out. 28/30, so the defense was worth -1000 points. Also I lost everything there. Not the worst situation, but I was writing an Interlude featuring The Claw. That Sucks to resolve that story so soon. I liked her. Everyone else did too. Goverment armor too thick to stab sadly.
Also We had the worst Pogrom spawn today. I really want to pitch the Scorpion at this point- its spawns are weirdly inconsistent, and that's frustrating to deal with.
All and all, a rough series of encounters, and hopefully we'll turn it around soon.
The Funny: The Spartans being the Crews Nemesis is Hilariously in lore for us. Thats two of Two for Pogrom count. Hopefully, the game keeps playing with us on this one. Now we just gotta figure out how the hell to pour water on rocks...
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Captains Log #7
March 5th, 2602
Bloomsday
Another Shipment of warriors called to the front. Purrtina sat her command console, as she sighed softly. Underforce again, but at least she could understand this time. She could be frustrated, and she would make good on her threat sooner rather then later... But she could not say she didn't understand. Besides, the culling of the bandit tribes had made things quiet for the past few months. Perhaps the silence would do her some good.
Her defense of the plantation had made her a Hero. An Icon within the crew: A representation of a warrior to strive and live up to. It made her a teacher for her survival tactics. A teacher of the Way of Pain. To teach how to shape these tourists and disorderly kittens, and shape them into being warriors. How to trade a cut, for a kill.
'Warriors of the North Nyan.' Hah, she had come a long way from being in the army. From being a grunt in the forces, to a mercenary across the stars. From an interstellar traveller... To being a Cadre Instructor in a base full of weed. She still wasn't sure if this was a demotion or not- but the pay was right, and the coffee in her cup was a bold, bitter flavor. In hindsight, that wasn't so bad. A sip of the decadent drink only biased her further, her nerves fraying in a delightful sensation. This should have continued on, much like any other day. But there was one exception to today- a gentle shrill voice to her right.
"Wing Commander, there's an inbound contact. Are we expecting someone?" Purrtina would have her ears shoot up, as she shot a look to her radar operator. Canting her head, Setting her cup down and scrambling to find her files, she'd look for authorized codes and expected dates... Reinforcements weren't due for at least a week. Unless something had changed Drastically, that was definitely not a friendly ship.
"Hail them, and demand they transfer IFF codes." A moment of silence- before something would detonate nearby.
Breaching charges. They weren't waiting. Worse, they Knew how to fool their Radar dish: They were betrayed.
Thrown to the floor from the blast, Purrtina would scramble to pick up her gun- A prize from the previous raid, a Model 879 Koshiki 6.7 Autopistol. She was going to need it. The Radio operator was far less graceful in ascending to her feet- more akin to a tailless cat then a warrior... Bah, this is what she had to defend with? She survived the worst of this world once, she could do so again. But if these kittens were going to die, this one could serve one last purpose before she went.
"Congo, Send out an SOS Signal to Starlight! Tell them we've been betrayed-"
Gunfire would interrupt her. The sounds of foreign screaming in an ungodly tongue not a single sister knew to understand. But it made it clear whom was attacking. The Locals. Those whom they were sworn to fight on behalf of: Now indulging in their greed and striking them when they were weak. Two shrill noises would be silenced within seconds- unaware of what had just happened, and never having the chance to fight back. Merely victims whom had fulfilled fates ambition to make this a tragedy. Aspiring to nothing more, other then currency for another's ambitions.
"...By the Empress... Did you hear me Congo?! Signal, now! Tell them our contractors have invaded the base and we cannot hold- Tell them that we are Betrayed!" The recruit would blink absentmindedly at the request: Dawning realization that her commanding officer had given her an order that they were going to Die. Fear gripped her, as she started clacking away at the keys.
"And... What are We going to do, Wing Commander?" Her tone was desperate, as if trying to find any way out. Congo didn't want to die in a hole in the ground, away from where she could not see the stars. An animal backed into a corner- with a life so young, a coil ready to spring and make her name in this world. Her response would be the racking of the handgun.
"We fight for our right to live. This is insurance." Purrtina would scowl sharply. The firefight picked up once more, and the sounds of men would fall. At least not all was lost, but this was a losing fight. The truth of it, would be that they would be bleeding this enemy before they went to hell. Make this costly. Make them pay. "Is the SOS Signal sent?"
"Y-yes Wing Commander." Congo would reach for her rifle, racking the bolt as she quickly ran though the safeties of her gun. A strange weapon- with a curved magazine and wooden furniture. A perfect weapon for an underground warrior. Heavy, clunky... And powerful. Looking to her Wing Commander, She would pull out her short blade- an elegant weapon marked with the symbiology of the Fusoian warriors. Blinking- she'd speak in a meek voice once more. "What... What are your orders?"
Purrtina would loop around the staircase, trying to get an angle on the attackers... Two. Two downstairs. Easy to ambush. They weren't aware they were up here, but they were securing the floor. Good, an easy ambush. Looking back to Congo, her orders would come as a growl.
"Follow me into hell. We'll go bloody, scarred and with Company." That Growl would then turn into a warcry, as she leapt down the stairs. Blade drawn in that murderers poise- as she descended upon the first man. The stonework was but a cutting board- and the blade sank into his heart, rending him from the mortal coil in but one breath. The second man would tear into her ear with a round of his gun, Tinnitus and pain racking through her skull. But she didn't care: The lesson she had learned was clear- The lesson she had taught.
Trade a Cut, for a kill. Her blade would merely trade its sheath for another one, dragging into the man from gullet to groin. His armor but a mere joke- a Mockery for the blade to cut through. More rounds would discharge from behind her as the voices of men echoed from nearby. The sounds of two bodies would drop- Victims of Congo's uncertain fury... and sharp giggling.
Good. Bloodlust. She would need it.
The walls would become her ally. Tearing, and lacerating through their forces- The Claw of the north would make her name known once more. A survivor, a devastator of these men. Hope lived in her blade, and her gun. Two shots, a man would fall. Three, another would follow. Five men. Ten. Twenty. The forces numbered in dozens- but she was no rookie. She had seen battle. She was bloodied. And she would make her vengeance known. But this was no fairytale. This was no story of destiny- This was battle. This was War. And all it took was one mistake, to end ones life.
That mistake came as her shoulder ruptured. An explosion of pain and blood billeted out- as her firearm fell to the ground- her left arm going limp. Growling as she turned around- there stood a man with a smoking handgun, a High-Caliber weapon that she couldn't identify through the pain. Privateer style not unlike herself, his voice crackled with Artificial tones echoing from his blackened carapace.
"Purrtina Orion. Wanted in Twenty Seven systems for murder, insurrection and larceny. Dead or alive, your coming with me."
Purrtina would growl sharply. Her name was on the lips of first this man. Then her aide. She could recongize from the tones. But the words were not clear. Only a demand for her surrender. Flicking her blade into the ready stance- she'd stare him down.
"Try and take me." A pause, then a silent nod from the man. As if it was respect. "As you wish."
Her legs still worked. She could still run. Ten meters. She could clear that. And so she would bolt forward, arm positioned infront of her face and the blade in a reverse guard. She could only win if she could get his neck- the plate of his Carapace armor was too smooth. Too thick. But the joint, his neck- Gave her a chance at victory. Trade a Cut for a kill.
Several shots rang out as she closed the distance. Her flank. Her Gut. Her breast, though the plate stopped that one. One in the thigh- but adrenaline gave her the last push she needed. Lunging with her blade, she'd thrust with everything she had left- one last desperate push. One last kill- before she went: a worthy kill. The sound of echoing steel would ring out as the blade failed to meet its mark, impacting the collar of her foe.
Then steel pressed against her forehead. One last sound, and the world went dark.
14th of March
Skullsday
"Captain, I am a busy man- even as your representive to the Governments. You did not need to send thirty pings to have your message come across." The voice over the intercom was tired, annoyed. As if it sat on a high perch, and merely 'ordained' itself to speak with the mercenaries these people had hired. I was in no mood for this shit. It had been a week sense they had conducted an attack on My people- The fact it TOOK a week to do so, showed how little they cared. It set the mood for this little meeting, and my temperament.
"Considering it took over a week for you to pick up the phone, I believe I was well within my rights. Especially as you broke contract." My face wrinkled, agitation making the marking upon my face look like agitated whiskers. He could not see such a thing, but my Claw-Sisters could. They were watching with bated breath: This was something that they wanted answers for- and they could not wait for me to merely 'finish up the call'.
"Hm? How have we broken contract? We have paid you on time, and generously at that for the damages you have done-"
"You Murdered Five of my People, and seized control of territory that Belongs to us!" I could not hide my anger at this point. Could I have been more diplomatic? Yes. But my Claw-Sisters wanted blood. I wanted remuneration and an apology. Blood was sadly out of the question... For now. But we had to get something.
"Ah. Yes- Well, we did not sanction that attack. I do believe we have mentioned the Aristocracy will act as it will on occasion. For what it is worth, we offer our condolences-"
My hand would slam down on the table, my temper rising. "To Hell with your condolences and your excuses! You Know that doesn't mean Shit. I'm not here to ask for pity, I'm here to ask for compensation for our losses!"
There was a gentle cackle over the radio, before the man would speak. "Ah yes. Compensation. I agree. Let us discuss terms. After all, as according to your contract- You are obligated to compensate us for any 'Accidental friendly fire'. Compensation for the families that have lost loved ones in your conflict- Citizens now bereft of fathers and mothers..."
"You wouldn't Dare."
"...There was Twenty Eight souls that died in that base. The Central Province is expecting- Captain. Make the payments soon. Then perhaps refocus your efforts. From I hear, the Spartans Seem to be quite the Thorn in your side..."
Another laugh. Then the feed would cut. And then with unpredicdented speed- a Bank Account's routing number would be sent to us. My claws dragged onto the table- My ears falling as the only sound I produced was that of a Lion about to pounce.
Perhaps that was fitting. I looked back to my crew- with hate in my features. My eyes betrayed my intentions:
My Cup had spilled and was once again rendered empty- Something had to fill it once more. Blood would do.
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Diiiiiner time.
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Captains Log #8
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I awaken in fire. I hear the screaming of a thousand voices. Instinctually, I know they are my foes. Barren soil creases under my feet as I rise, ash falling from my frame like winter snow. Burned into this world- My majesty is made known to all who witness my birth. My soul is that of royalty, My form befitting of such magnificence. No imperfections mar my flesh, No god matches my strength. I am beautiful beyond compare, my shape the envy of any other Lioness whom wishes to be. Whom I shall choose to be my King shall be blessed, not me to He. This legacy, shall be my gift to my Kits, as they become as me.
But such words are meaningless, without the ability to enforce such claims. A thousand souls would steal my birthright- to wash away my legend and my noble line. It is their dreams that they would see bloom, like shining stars. Only the strongest will shall rule as sovereign.
Striding forth, I behold a battlefield: Weapons as far as the eye can perceive- Forged in the Hellfire that surrounds us. Thousands are at my beck and call- all eagerly awaiting a worthy master to claim them, accepting that a warrior of half their skill shall wield them... But my hand goes low, as if by instinct to claim what is mine. A blade made for purpose- ornate as befits a gilded warrior, but forged for the crucible that is war. A blade made for two hands- but not bereft of true swordsmanship. It flicks into my hands with ease, as if filling a void that had existed for so long.
My heart beats like a drum- A fitting accompaniment to these dancing steps of war. It emblazons the soul, as I prepare to face the first of this host. A woman possessed of golden strands for hair. Soft faced, and young- but clutching what was the deadliest weapon of all: Ambition, to see her dreams through. The Will to power to bend the stars and empires to her whims. The strength to take what she pleased. She must be the first to die; for she is the most deadly of this host.
For she is me. To master combat, You must be the first to die. For in defeating yourself, no opponent could dare best you.
We draw our blades with nothing more then a nod and a scowl. There can be no words in this exchange, for there is no avoiding destiny. There is no compromise that would be sufficient to our desires- A crown cannot rest on two heads. Instead, diplomacy is conducted in the most honorable tongue we can muster- The song of steel. We move in sync, as we prod and tease for openings. We are not unlike dancers- putting on a grand performance. A weaving flurry of flesh, bone and sinew- craving release of tension, the impact of force through the body. We seek the ecstasy of victory.
The moment comes. I clutch my sword to my shoulder- she aims from the center. We thrust- and exchange our steel. My breast lacerates as I feel my flesh violated by blades kiss, searing pain coursing though my body as it screams out my mistake. But this is no mistake- this is an exchange, to claim the beast that lies before me. My blade goes high- aimed for the throat, I Feel it tear like paper, severing the warrior from her body. I keep my posture- as the meat before me falls into the soil, a wet thump to echo out in this burning battlefield.
A hand reaches up to feel the blood freely flowing from above where my heart is. I clutch my hand instinctively- as the pain recedes. In this battle, I am made Exalted. This will scar. This will become proof that I am no coward. For what warrior, proven in battle, would be so smooth? So genteel that they could not suffer the tides of battle?
I feel imaginary hands wrap around me. I am called beautiful. I am called wonderous. A sensation tickles my core- as I am teased. But they recede- as blood pours past my feet. The fallen warrior provides me direction and feeds the soil. I am reminded of my duty- for I am the queen of a barren land. I will rule over nothing, until the soil is fed with blood.
A thousand voices scream out once more as they finally descend to battle. Men. Women. The Young with so much to gain. Elders with decades of combat. Beasts who wish to savage the flesh- and the deceitful whom wish to take what I am due by dishonorable conduct. Let them come. They shall feed the river of blood- as we all do. They shall be the crucible in which my land is made the envy of all.
I clutch my sword and bring it high once more- a devils grin upon my features. A thousand today.
A thousand tomorrow. A thousand again- until the first bloom into spring.
Starlight
The first sensation when I woke up was that I felt my arm scalding- something tautly wrapped around of a heavy and thick weight. My body was slick was sweat and I swear I was running a fever. My Head pounding like a drum and my chest beating as if I was in the clutches of mortal terror. My body simply wasn't Responding to me, as fatigue crept over my body. I wished to scream, but I could not, my voice caught in my throat. Only the burning sensation in my arm kept me grounded to this reality- Grounded to the terror my body was trying to convey to me. My arm shot up, to clutch at what had claimed my arm.
Chains, burning like the hells.
A meek scream of pain echoed out- but I would rip at the chains. A foolish thing that- but I had no give. Instinctually, I reached for my arm- And only fought weight. Pulling my arm as if pulling the sword from the stone, my fingertips traced over something not unlike paper- before I reclaimed my limb. Clutching it close to my chest- As if I had nearly lost my newborn kit, It took me minutes to push myself back up to my knees. My breathing would not calm down- My Body would not calm down. So what in the hell just happened?
Looking to what I had seemingly touched- It was a book of hellfire. A book bound in brass and chains. Its foul stench was overpowering- as if I had taken a piece of the vision I had seen home with me... Wait. A vision? A vision...
Scrambling to my feet and only One Minor incident of crashing against my desk with my shoulder from stumbling- I stumbled to find the Red Codex. It wasn't here anymore. My memory starting to return to me, I remembered trying to read it again... Did I try something with it? Did it... Try to attack me? Did it Test me? Was that why my head pounded like a drum? And why was there a sense of foreboding so strong... I had no strength or heart to lift the new book right now. I had no mind for tactics in such a state. I needed rest. I needed... Something.
My hand would pound on the intercom- my voice raspy and terse. Mustering what strength I had, I'd speak.
"This is your Captain Speaking... I shall be taking a week of rest..."
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Post Mortem
"Yes, I'll go back and do 7 too."
Hired: No One!
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-67 K-191, Zephyr1124 (B-68, K-189) ,Fleur Vert (B-51, K-116), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-73, K-140), Kiest (B-52, K-83), Xeoposer (B-68, K-187), Isdar (B-55, K-105), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-61, K-203), Tarmph (B-78, K-184), Mittens Leadpaw (B-42, K-61), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-69, K-121), DoctorRex (B-40, K-39), ArdriKrios (B-57, K-153), NinjaZombie0 (B-47, K-112), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-69, K-98), Mjolko (B-50, K-56), Talemgrandmaster (B-68, K-110) Shirajirajin (B-55, K-70), , Slegex (B-56, K-87), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-76, K-168), NictisOfTheMafia (B-61 K-83), Wabbon (B-37, K-85), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-55, K-86), CGP (B-26, K-31) Krickraken (B-36, K-59) Curechan9 II (B-19, K-19), Rovlemhage (B-18, K-27), CaptainOrion (B-14, K-20), Psyentific1 (B-32, K-54), ZebraFinch (B-22, K-37), DJ Grom (B-14, K-23), Scotty297 (B-24, K-20), Atusid (B-27, K-62), GigaShogg (B-28, K-40), Das_Bystander (B-19, K-23), Kildarienhyton (B-21, K-29), VintageMedic (B-13, K-12), Xika (B-14, K-17)
Died: 17 of The Engineering Crew.
Deus Ex Machinas: 10 Deus Ex Machinas (115 Total)
How I learned to stop fearing the Supply Ship and just let them be.
The Good: The Chaos Saint is finally awake. That means witch quests, and whilst I have no clever solution for Nocturne in Red- I Do have alternative quests to go pilfer. That means beauty virus and plenty of chances to get people boosted. Also, Explosive Muntions are finally finished, so that means Golden Guns are Standard issue Now, once I can acquire more. Golden Pistols we actually have a healthy supply of, and they scale Really good. Its likely they'll never leave the Armory.
ALSO FIREFOX AQUIRED. METALLIO AQUIRED. RIP SCORPION YOUR REALLY NOT ALL THAT BAD BUT DAMN YOU CAN BE FRUSTERATING TO USE AT TIMES
BLOWFISH YOU WERE A GOOD BOY
SPESS AND SEA, NOW UNDER MY COMMAND.
The Bad: Im up to 7 Million in Bills now. Cats are Goddamn expensive Broski. I'm happy I have a functional Airgame now, and this is my first month in awhile that I 'Broke even', but I Really need to come up with a better solution other then spiking everything I see. Attrition will get me there sooner, rather then later. And this isn't including the fact that I only have One good interceptor. And it costs 30-150k to refuel, depending on how hard I gotta use it. Its a crutch, a lovely one for the cats but... Yikes, I need some aircraft that isn't the Faust. Or better guns. Better guns probably.
The Funny: I've slept on the Longbow. I thought it wouldn't be efficient for cats to use. That thing *Kills* Cyberdisks, what the shit. I used it as kind of a specialist weapon, but as the hunting bow runs out of its 'Optimal' use, I might just transition into it. Considering if I want Chem Rounds or 'Fire' Arrows to go with it, or just go hard on damage.
Also, our first real rounds of Cats Going... Well. Diving. It goes as well as you expect. Panick Kats.wav
Also my Engineering base keeps getting attacked. Its not governments Thank god but its like... Go home. We don't even make Weed here. We don't make anything here yet. They should be now, because its online and its got defenders and guns but... Like. Go home. We're just a Gas station right now. :-\
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Very good! The Destroyer seems pleased.
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Very good! The Destroyer seems pleased.
Every Explosion is a Prayer in his name. ;D
Yeah, The Red Codex finally woke up. I will admit it was a little hard to write 'Megalomania power trip'. Not sure if I landed it 100% right. Then I get to have fun writing Chaos Saint. If it reads right though, glad it was a fun read!
Edit: I had 6 cats lined up with explosives for amusement- but it did it top-bottom instead of left-right. Cut them out so that it wasn't just unnecessary blob.
He also gave us a Puppy. We had to give it away. Because No dogs.
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Mister Bones says "The ride is starting!"
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Hello! It's me, Kamivax. I also go by Kaminyan The Blender Cat in the Caturday run. I am here to share some insight on Kaminyan: as you might have noticed while reading the Captain's Logs, Kaminyan is not like most of the Starlight's crew, both original and added, as she is described as practically earthborn by the Captain.
This is because she has spent quite a long time (I haven't fully figured out HOW long though) in Earth's jungles, so she is (at the start of the run at least) feral, primal and closer to the cat girl equivalent of a canny gal than your average cat girl, outlaw or tourist. This has left her predisposed to melee weapons, though she still knows her way with a gun.
She follows the Way of Death, one of the Seven Ways of Trounce (which i find best described as battle philosophies or strategies...you could even think of them as fighting styles if that clicks for you). The Way of Death is the idea of "hit them fast, hit them hard" or "the enemy cannot kill you if they are dead", it is to end the fight after it began, with the first attack.
Obviously that doesn't always work when everyone else has armor, but that won't really stop Kaminyan from either hacking her prey to pieces with an axe or just pummel the life out of them with her holy club, or as she prefers to call it, a "macuahuitl" which is presumably complete gibberish to the rest of the crew.
Being the most primal and most tuned with her wild side might cause some possible issues with the Red Codex, effectively turning her into a furry berserker that would make Khorne quite proud, if he can feel pride. She tends to get into arguments with Squirrelwizard, one of the more voodoo or magically inclined crew members (if not THE most), for...reasons that feel pretty obvious since you basically have a khorne berserker and a tzeentch sorcerer in the same room.
Kaminyan makes for a fairly reliable ally on the field, typically closing in and dealing with potentially troublesome enemies and generally being a bit of a bullet sponge (seriously, she has tanked light cannon rounds and a point blank grenade) for the rest of the Starlight's crew, though that leads to her getting sent to the medbay semi-regularly. Alright, I think that's enough lore dumping for me, if people have questions pertaining to Kaminyan, I will answer to the best of my ability.
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Drew2319, reporting in! I'm Catvy in the run. I can shed some light (and probably some fur) on Catvy and their "lore" if anyone's interested.
Catvy currently is torn between the Way of Shadow, and the Way of Sunlight. Stuck between the idea of sniping from the shadows, and firing explosives from behind cover. Their main claim to fame is their...interesting luck. Catvy is plagued by what seems to be inverse luck. Incredibly unlikely shots land more often, and what should be sure tends to miss. Explosions too fall under this, though the Catvy can't push it too far. Even their luck can't save them from an RPG immediately after a frag grenade.
Catvy is normally fairly affable and always ready to offer a pun or a quip when off the field, but that humor tends to vanish once guns are drawn. Until they get shot, then the humor returns in full force as a coping mechanism. Which could imply that the Catvy is ALWAYS coping with some kind of trauma, but that's dog propaganda. In their free time, they actually write poetry.
Their chosen armament WAS a sniper rifle, but as the team of cats have discovered explosives, Catvy may have discovered their new calling. Currently rocking the mortar, they send death arcing through the skies. Something about their intuition serves them well when operating it, and a natural eye for geometry.
Cat-ch you all next time, when Catvy attempts to steal the Capnyan's Log to record their own entries!
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BE AWARE WEDNESDAY STREAM WAS MOVED TO MONDAY. IM HAVING MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 10TH. SORRY FOR THE CHANGE IN SCHEDULE. I GET ONE DAY OFF HERE.
Captains Log #9
June 2nd, 2602
Fireday
I'm still not feeling terribly great.
I'm doing better then I was a week ago though. My body no longer gripped by mortal terror, and breathing isnt a concious effort. So, Its progress. Still, I feel like I'm lurching everywhere I go- as if something is weighing on my back and taxing my muscles. At least if I had a stomach ache to go with it- I could suffer jokes about potential 'mistakes' (Which I have NOT committed, thank you!). No, I feel a sense of foreboding. Like static in the air, or an acrid taste on my tongue. Something is coming, and I know not what it is. The best I can do is prepare for it.
As 'Voodoo' (The brainers call Psionics this for some reason. I'll humor them) starts to proliferate throughout the crew, I will see what I can do to try and seek the council of our stronger psykers. Some have prior experience, and even Squirrelwizard 's methods are starting to make sense, at least for this occasion. As we deal more and more with the 'Star Gods', we will need to be more and more wary of their potential methods of attack and those of their followers. At the very least, we can be blessed with the fact we as a race moderately skilled in our potentials. I was never graded particularly high, but-
Captains Quarters
My vision flickers in and out, as if I am losing myself again. Black feathers fall from the sky with clarity as clear as crystal- as warmth proliferates my room once again. Fear grips me once more as I slam my pen down, my hand reaching to turn my plow into a sword. Or in this case, the ever comforting taste of home: A Pulse Pistol.
Ripping it forward, aimed with the care a child would- my eyes darted around the room, then to the roof. Nothing. Was I going mad? That was entirely a possbility here. But a soft voice would break through the silence, teasing in its tone and finding amusement at my headspace. I didnt hear the words at first, I simply pulled the trigger and let loose rounds at whereever the voice was coming from.
I missed. Or more correctly, there was nothing there to begin with.
"Mm. Right, I forgot I was dealing with a Red Queen for once. More prone to thinking with violence- instead of simply waiting for me to Talk..." From nothingness, emerged a woman from shadow. Half dressed, equal parts crow and demonic, with ebony hair and a bemused smile. That look is one im familiar with, one whom knows that she is in total control. She is Humoring me, and I am merely the pawn.
Its not a comforting thought. But realization dawns upon me, I've seen her before. in logs from the brainers- when they were doing arts and crafts with magazines. The words fall from my lips, as if a puppeteer pushed me forth- my gun lowering as I speak. "You... Your from-"
"Two Girls, One Panties? That was fun. Yet, you are doing well. Sifting through clues we have left behind for you... You are moving along the path the Shadowmasters have foreseen." Her tone is approving, even if its spiked with enough pride to poison the well. Or is that smug disposition? Her hands trace across my desk- her presence now entirely too close for my comfort. "And now you've started upon the Path... You are a fascinating creature. Half of this world, half of another- Yet fitting in neither..."
My hand grips my gun again- my features scowling at something she should not Know... Yet Does.
"Calm down, You know its useless. Don't waste ammo you'll need for the trials ahead, you idiot." We exchange glances- but we know whom holds the power here. I aquiess, and her queer smile returns. "You will need friends if you are to master not only your new powers, but the dark star as well. Have you chosen this path? Or Been chosen? The answer is pointless, for you must now survive walking it... And we, the Witches of the Coven- have taken an interest in your potential. The birth of a new Chaos Saint..."
She hums with a sastified disposition. Measuring up a new sister to be? Im being appraised as if im prey, before a predator. Or if I am ripe for slaughter- Both could be equally true. A finger rises up to take my chin- as she speaks once more. "I shall return in the future. My sisters and I wish to test you- quests befitting of your aspirations. To see if you are worthy. If not, we are simply hastening your demise..." Then most egreiously of all, she takes a hand to my head- and laces her fingers through my hair, to tease my ears. "Im inclined to believe you will succeed... But you may easily prove me wrong."
She turns to leave- feathers once more congregating. Only snap reactions allow me to muster any strength to my voice- overcoming her assault. "Wait, Hold on, I have questions-!"
She cranes her head back- bemusement upon her features. "Your not a Devious Queen. I dont have to answer Shit for once."
I choke back irriation, or the urge to put more holes in my walls. Instead, I just yell. "Im not. According to you, I am a Chaos Saint instead! Apparently, that is above a crown, so you will answer to me!"
She rolls her eyes, her wings flapping once as if to work out the insult. "Aspiring saint. You have proven nothing yet... But I'm not gone yet. Make your questions quick."
Right. Okay. "You speak as if there are other 'queens', other Codex's that have existed and those whom have wielded them- Is that true? Whom are they? What IS a Chaos Saint, and how did you know...?"
She sighs quietly, as if my questions were chosen poorly. Or was she simply tired of hearing these questions? She at least ordains to answer, despite the irritation. "Yes, You are not special... Weren't special, until now. Your still not. You may be. We've yet to see... You will learn as you walk the path. And how did I know?" Once more, her wings flap and that smug disposition crosses her lips. Once more in total control and this was to humor me. A tease.
"An answer for another time." And in feathers, she disappears. Leaving nothing but my own thoughts, and the hum of my sodium lights.
"Goddamnit-!" I slam my hand down in a clear irritation, rage creeping into my mind again. Yet, the visit was not entirely without merit. For one, I feel much lighter now. If the She-Bitch was simply on my back the entire time, I'm glad to have her Off- and if simply knowing what is Wrong with me was the cure, at least I can fight and lead my crew again. Regardless of what may come in the future, if i was not capable of that- we would already be lost. But my ear would flick with a clear irritation.
She had no right to touch my ears... Which. In a hair trigger- heard boots coming down the hallway. Picking up my gun again, i'd look to it, and the half dozen holes in my wall. Well shit.
"Capnyan! We heard weapon discharges! Was it another assassnyan?!" Clutched with rifles- two kits enter my door. Armed for battle, as good Claw-Sisters should be, I blink, before slumping back into my chair, letting the gun collapse onto the table. Rubbing my face- my ears would flick as I'd wave them away.
"I'm alright... I'm doing alright. Just a Malfunction. Back to your posts- Thank you Sisters."
They both shrug, before leaving my quarters. This was not helping my image around the crew- already once disturbed from the the 'yelling' and the sudden need for rest... But. I will press on.
Who else will see us through this storm? Especially now, as our 'patrons' look upon us so? I knew that leaning upon them was a mistake... To have placed our faith into the hands of random gods. We all must endure it to the end now... And as I once said. They will Tremble at what they have created. They have ordained me to walk this path, after all...
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Post Mortem
I had a pretty Happy Birthday and I am no longer lazy. So get your late update.
Hired: No One!
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-72 K-212, Zephyr1124 (B-76, K-207) ,Fleur Vert (B-53, K-123), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-81, K-150), Kiest (B-58, K-99), Xeoposer (B-73, K-211), Isdar (B-58, K-117), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-62, K-209), Tarmph (B-82, K-204), Mittens Leadpaw (B-43, K-62), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-78, K-141), DoctorRex (B-55, K-67), ArdriKrios (B-68, K-202), NinjaZombie0 (B-52, K-121), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-70, K-99), Mjolko (B-54, K-72), Talemgrandmaster (B-71, K-120) Shirajirajin (B-60, K-84), , Slegex (B-59, K-96), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-86, K-195), NictisOfTheMafia (B-62 K-87), Wabbon (B-43, K-103), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-58, K-99), CGP (B-28, K-37) Krickraken (B-39, K-67) Curechan9 II (B-25, K-30), Rovlemhage (B-20, K-33), CaptainOrion (B-17, K-23), Psyentific1 (B-40, K-71), ZebraFinch (B-23, K-39), DJ Grom (B-20, K-33), Scotty297 (B-33, K-34), Atusid (B-35, K-81), GigaShogg (B-28, K-40), Das_Bystander (B-23, K-37), Kildarienhyton (B-24, K-32), VintageMedic (B-20, K-21), Xika (B-14, K-19)
Died: GigaShogg (B-29, K-44- Intercontinental Dog Missile Incoming.) All 15 of The Engineering Crew.
Deus Ex Machinas: 12 Deus Ex Machinas (127 Total)
The Combats are getting nastier. And there was no saving that Industrial Base.
The Good - SAMURAI PIZZA CATS. We have the Samurai Armor! And despite the laundry list of BAD, we're still alive and getting two new bases up and running. Losing material by the truck load is bad. But the fact we can bounce back means we're generally on the upswing to keeping afloat. That's Winning.
More importantly, we have The Secret Deal. Time to upgrade our standard equipment to Pulse Munitions- and our front line battle cats get an upgrade in their armor.
The Bad - Well, First thing that comes to mind. I lost the Industrial base. Even with decent protection, it got slammed twice over the course of a few days. Despite shooting down every bandit vessel that came their way. Then the main base got hit a day or two later. So uh. That Sucked.
It would be a greater set back, but I then got an Industrial refueling mission- Selling off all the Captors there and the 300 Helerium put us back on track. But I am *Woefully* behind on bases. I think what's worse is simply just falling one step behind on the kills that would have saved the base. Yet, it is entirely my fault. I lean on Ground defenses, and thus I paid the price for it.
I would put it under funny, but with my bases off line, I don't have the space I need to get my Hunting Party going as well. So Primals are delayed too.
That can hurt.
The Funny- Witch Quests are Online. Love and Beauty, here we come. Noctrune in Red, Plz no.
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Captains Log #9
July 1st, 2602
Crossday
Weight as heavy as Iron. Pages staining with Ink. Names running through my terminal, to be recorded but one last time.
Such is the Path of Glory.
Two weeks ago, proxies raided our facilities. Fueled by the anger of seeing us deduce their numbers so- The clans, either by those xenophobic arseholes simply getting lucky or simply having planned and waited for us to be vulnerable, devoted three fleets against us. Two were felled in exchange for our industrial firm, and the third failed to even breach Starlight. But that the local populace is starting to notice, and organize invasions against us... We've dealt with attacks from the bandits in peace meal. We've had traitors, and academy attempting to bring us in for interrogation. All of course Will be answered, but that we've finally suffered the sting of invasion...
It was enough. It was the tipping point. You don't invade someone you don't consider a near peer, or threatening to overtake you. We are a true power, and earth trembles in the wake of our reach.
It was certainly enough to convince Cat O'Nine Tails to bring her concerns the chain of command. Also of course, that we were competent enough to justify the material expense. We've now ascended past just being an auxiliary- an expeditionary force upon a planet that was a thorn in the Ethereal side. The Shadowcats eyes are upon us, and they have deemed us an asset to be protected. Our bondage to the Empress only increases in the wake of these developments, but our influence as well.
Increasingly so, we are growing into becoming a faction of our own right. Earth-shakers, movers and dictators. An ace from the core worlds brought a goddamn Claw, Motivated only by a desire to fight on the path of glory. This has only assured our dominance in the skies as we leverage a true Star Fighter- and for better or worse, has announced to Terra that the Nekomimi are here. Not as tourists, but as warriors. We are those warriors. And worst of all, I now know why someone would steal priceless hardware from the Homeworlds; to risk their everything to fight on a backwater.
Its me.
When I was declared a saint, it was more then just a piece of the puzzle connecting- washing away the fatigue that was haunting me. Coming to this planet- Soaking in its Conch field and the shadow weaving into it, they have been Waiting for me. I was never a powerful Psyker, and that was fine with me- I always preferred a straight up approach. But I was always... Sensitive, to matters. And like a flame, the moths have now latched their hooks into me. I can Feel power coursing through my fingertips... and so does the world.
Volunteers flock to our doorsteps. From near, from far. They can feel 'greatness' echoing through the conchfield. They can feel my Psychic presence- and they are filled with visions of a Terra renewed. They see my dreams of peace and blood. They witnessed my struggle with my identity on this planet- and my sovereignty. They See the scar over my breast in those dreams- garnered by my own hand. Even though my own flesh is unmarred and untouched in such a way- they know that most intimate secret. They swear fealty by placing a hand over their heart- some even offering to scar themselves in a way, to share in my aspect. A devotion not unlike those given to Faith.
They will fight and die for me, simply because they believe in those dreams. That unconsciously, I manipulate and betwixt them to see beautiful dreams. That in which I am strong and broker no foe; That I see fields of green and that the world can be reborn without the touch of Star gods. That we can live free- outside of the yoke of those whom claim to be our masters.
And its reach is far beyond just this planet.
It is a relevation that is... It unsettles me. I was once just a Warriors daughter. Now here I am- Captain. Shaper. Queenmaker. And I will confess I've stood infront of the mirror a few times, rendered bare and with a dagger in my hand. My arm weak as my body seemingly craves scarification- the mind screaming out in protest at what I am doing... Or, whatever is animating me to do so.
Knowing if I take that plunge- Things will change. Acceptance of destiny. Acceptance of the dream. And its something I will never be able to take back.
Im not sure if im ready for that yet. If we all are.
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Post Mortem
I have to get better about this again. Holy shit.
Hired: Das_Bystander III (B-1 K-2)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-74 K-227, Zephyr1124 (B-81, K-230), Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-85, K-159), Kiest (B-59, K-103), Xeoposer (B-76, K-238), Isdar (B-61, K-129), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-67, K-231), Tarmph (B-89, K-233), Mittens Leadpaw (B-48, K-79), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-83, K-164), DoctorRex (B-61, K-88), ArdriKrios (B-74, K-212), NinjaZombie0 (B-55, K-128), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-77, K-104), Mjolko (B-63, K-90), Talemgrandmaster (B-75, K-132) Shirajirajin (B-66, K-94), , Slegex (B-63, K-105), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-89, K-198), NictisOfTheMafia (B-67 K-96), Wabbon (B-49, K-119), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-64, K-116), CGP (B-32, K-46) Krickraken (B-40, K-69) Curechan9 II (B-27, K-33), Rovlemhage (B-25, K-39), Psyentific1 (B-50, K-82), DJ Grom (B-25, K-39), Scotty297 (B-36, K-38), GigaShogg (B-28, K-40), Kildarienhyton (B-28, K-43), VintageMedic (B-26, K-29)
Died: Xika (B-16, K-22, Ultra-Violence is Not a joke.), Das_Bystander II (B-23, K-37, Esper Casts Las Bullets.), Atusid (B-42, K-95, First Plasma Death! And Heavy at that!), CaptainOrion (B-25, K-31, The Baron wanted you dead so bad. Holy hell.), ZebraFinch (B-27, K-47, Asshole Reinforcements are not fun.), Fleur Vert (B-63, K-136, Ian. Learn your lesson. Stop messing with Megapol.)
23 Base Defenders
Deus Ex Machinas: 11 Deus Ex Machinas used (138 Total)
People are Gasing out. Uh oh.
The Good - Midline ships are starting to be pretty takeable. Its still a fight, but I've put away a few Espers by this point. Most of them were pretty lucky, but it means we're starting to get some pretty high profile captures under our belt. So where are the gold ships so I can get lidded?
Love and Beauty showed up. So we have a dose of Beauty Serum- which is great! But it only gave us one. And im not sure how many you can get at once. So either I rolled like garbage, or im only going to have a few beauty serums at most in this run. Which. Ouch.
The Bad - Government hit us again. I survived this time, but holy shit. 14/15 defenders dead, and like. 50 dudes rushing in. The Worst way that mission could have gone, short of losing the base. Still, Fuck'em. Red coats can bite me.
The first of the Original Eight has also fallen. RIP Fleur. Actually, as I check my Attritional rates last stream... God. that's the most fatalities I've had in one month. Makes sense for how much we did, but... Attrition is gonna get us without more caution.
The Funny- First stream I nearly had to cut in the middle from how much I've had to do in a single month. The Cats are being stretched out to their limits. Yet we keep pushing. Aint no rest for the Wicked!
Also we GOT THE WEED CRACKHOUSE. Always a fun time! :D
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Here's "my" 2 minutes silly tribute to the LP. Saint Catgirl, deliver us!
(Generated with Stable Diffusion, arthemyComics model)
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Here's "my" 2 minutes silly tribute to the LP. Saint Catgirl, deliver us!
(Generated with Stable Diffusion, arthemyComics model)
It is appreciated and humbling. More Cats to join the Pin Up's. And they're pretty good too! :D
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There's a bit too much save scumming going on... also, it's more of an anti-challenge since catgirls are stronger than ubers.
But it's an ok run, enjoyable to watch.
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There's a bit too much save scumming going on... also, it's more of an anti-challenge since catgirls are stronger than ubers.
But it's an ok run, enjoyable to watch.
Well, hey. I can respect the stance. Glad to hear it's been enjoyable! Though i will say DEMs aren't strictly good... Roll backs don't strictly save a situation. Also they're all viewer funded. Not ignoring when i throw in one for myself though or 'good faith'.
But I'd have to disagree with Cats being Stronger then Ubers. Damn good specialists and plenty lethal. Lokk'nar bros still suffering. But:
5 Armor base really hurts. Along with trailing about ~40 HP behind the 20 Armor base Uber- it's not until catical Armor that you can actually reasonably expect to survive a "fair" firefight. Ubers only really balk at shotguns early on. Which they also get their armors first, so anything cats benefit from, Ubers get first.
90% of my Cats are Outlaws (Honestly, an unexpected boon from when Cats 4 life got announced). Even with stress nerf to them, those +6 bonuses really do make a difference, to the point I consider them stronger then Warriors. Grading cats from tourists sadly makes the argument skew more in favor of Ubers. Avaliablity really does effect my opinion here.
Near universal Camos are awesome but Sniper Spotter gives you basically one kill before you'll get every grenade on the map thrown your way. It feels really strong as of the moment. But even ignoring it, Ubers with NV 12 aren't hurting that bad compared to NV 16.
Cat-Dodge is... It should be good? But I've still watched dogs cross from three rooms and still one shot even high level Cats reliably. Intercontinental Ballistic Dog missile is a half joke for a reason, and when Map's can have upwards of EIGHT of them in the blind- that Five armor REALLY hurts. Ubers will be messed up, but the armor and HP along should get them through the turn. Melee Ubers also usually have armor to stabbing and cutting. Cats don't have that as options.
Cat Reactions are wonderful, and if you can get set up they can just overwatch entire maps. But Cats "always go first" kind of dies down later on. Early Cats (such as Garrisons) also struggle to react to enemy troops who can and WILL strike first, or even back. For base defense, this has hurt. Even Dojo'd, you can struggle. Also even if Cats get Cocaine fueled reaction levels, Ubers aren't THAT far behind. For effective purposes, Ubers keep up, if always a step behind.
Also the equipment choice for cats is Extremely limited. generally you want a Gas Mask (4 Weight), a Rad shirt (Extremely good general shirt, but I know people will argue me. Luxury furs deserve a spot here too. 5 weight), a medical item of some kind (4~6 Weight). Good armor is catical Armor (6 weight) or Guerrilla (-4, but you risk being one shot.). I know there's others but those are actually printable. Then you want a Grenade (3), Stun Weapon (Cats can't punch, 3 Wt), Aye-Phone (because Fuck stealth, I think it's 4?)
That's 29/45 on a fully trained cat. And that's being generous. Coms change things (I'm only starting to field boarding guns and heavier weapons.) But a Gun of decent quality is about 12 weight, not always including her reloads. Golden guns are rare (except now they're not as of secret real that just happened) and expensive to manufacture. She has to make real choices with her load out.
The Uber can easily keep that in her battle rattle, pack on a Pegleg (A fantastic support item), and the weapon of her choice. Honestly she fights her slots more often then her weight. (Cap 80 and easily has more through coms she'll pick up from her weapon choice.)
That's... everything that comes to mind as of the second. More then happy to be proven wrong on aspects though. can steal those tactics for the run.
Edit: Also remembered that Catgirls are Horribly Expensive. I've had extreme economic issues, even from the beginning of the run from Cats demanding Shiiiiit Tons of money.
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the fucking money is the real hamstring imo. this playthrough is expanding and scaling up way, way later and much slower than I usually do in a Gals or Peasant Rev run, just because the cats are so goddamn expensive. normally you'd fill the gaps with peasants or m*le soldiers and use those as chaff while the cats provide stiffener, but can't do that because gimmick run. you wind up paying millions in upkeep just for garrison troops. Even if you turn a base into a grog/weed/chateau etc. profit manufacturing center, you end up losing all that money it makes just paying for the garrison.
all the tactical considerations can be worked around; you can skimp on weight, get indoors and out of LOS and so on. but there's no fix for the economic layer, once you're doing every mission and selling everything you can, that's it, that's all you get.
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August 1st, 2602
Skullsday
The Dead have finally been accounted for.
I've managed to work past my dreams for now. The desires of the shadow, as I've put my mind towards combat unceasing. Perhaps that in itself is the prayer to my patrons- whom must be pleased with the carnage we've left in our wake. Instead of battling fatigue and lethargy, I fight Attritional rates and balancing my checkbook. Making sure I have the funding for new defense spending and ensuring that the our war machine grinds ever onward.
Twenty three Garrison units. Six of our Fighting crew... and one of them was Fleur. Ah, Fleur... She was always spirited. A steady heart with a calm demeanor about her, yet eyes not unlike a hawk. Never afraid to put herself up against a challenge... One of us eight whom knew Captain Miriam. And now she goes to greet her ahead of us. I.
Fuck.
Okay. Compose yourself. Your sounding like a widow. You knew this was coming.
As is observing of the burial rights, we've interred the dead into caskets and preserved them for now. Once we're off this planet or can request further assistance from the Empress (Hell, I'll pay for Smugglers at this point), we will surrender them to the stars- as befits any warrior of the empire. Maybe I'll see about Ucron's star though for Fleur.
She liked the Garden world there. Hm.
Right. So. The War Machine. The witches have tried us, and what lies on my desk appears to be some serum. Only enough for one dose, but it looks... Strange. Like its actively /alive/. I've kept it off limits whilst we figure out what it is fully capable of. From what the Brainers tell me, its a Retrovirus. A Gene therapy that can enhance our capabilities. Its also something we cant reproduce- much to my Chagrin. Its a product of Bio-Tech and the Golden Witches capabilities. Unique, and limited. When she feels charitable enough to speak to us again, we must answer. Considering last month though, I do not think the Arch Coven is shy about testing my strength. We will see the Golden witch at work again.
Cleopatra on the other hand, is irritable that we did not answer the phone for her requested jobs. I sent her footage of some... Redcoats that have answered my door. She was much more charitable afterwards to our situation. The damage done to the European powers always puts a smile on her face. Which speaking of. I have a call here soon with the our Liaison once more. Apparently, the Iron Tribe has taken exception with us.
Good. I've been holding this in for Months.
August 2nd
Dragonsday
My Cadre stands near. Those of Miriam's crew. Those whom were first wave. And those whom want to see the man whom had condemned garrisons to die. The Holographic display would flicker to life- as our shadowy benefactor, ever covered by shadows- spoke with a tone that was less the gracious. Good, it was His turn to suffer indignant defeat.
"Captain. I believe we've made it clear that you are not to cause damage to the governments. Yet I am to report a Platoon missing from the Iron Tribe... What is worse, is that You have have posted combat footage on the Ethyrnet, for everyone to see. As if you are boasting about it. Do you realize how this makes you look, Captain?" My eyes shift to the crew. A few snickering as others avert their eyes. Thank you for making my job harder. It takes everything I have to not betray emotion- and keep composure. To turn this to my advantage. My ears flicking, I place my hand on the table, my voice firm.
"I know Exactly how it looks. I will not suffer you a second time, to tell me of Remuneration. You know exactly Why they died, and I will ensure that you have no leverage to lean on." Of course, our secrets and weakness was put on the forefront too- we only won by a knifes twist. A single defender. The new Garrison Commander of that base, by virtue of... Well. being alive. But that was neither here nor there.
"You do not Want me to be your enemy, Captain... You realize you are on a Contract. We can take away what we have Given. You wish to speak of Leverage, you only exist as an organization because we Allow it." A minor victory. I can hear irritation in his voice. A dangerous line to tread- for he had far more clout to act on his threats then we do. But if I am to protect my sisters- to change the dynamic of this relationship... I must press on.
"Hm. A shame then- if we were to disappear, that the factions would only bury deeper into your side. Especially as your Collaboration with Xenos is made evident- and Enemies of the star gods at that... one might think of you as seditious. Think of you as Rebellious. Do you think that Earth could suffer Another volley bombing from them? Do you think you could survive?" A silent moment of tension. A staredown, between two powers. An acknowledgement, that we were rapidly becoming peers... and that they held increasingly little power over me. A smile imparts from my lips. "Let me be perfectly clear. If you send more of your men after me- I shall slaughter them. I will hang their corpses from my walls, and I will ensure that it is seen. I will offer no quarter to those whom Dare strike at me under a banner of good faith. And should this problem continue, I will escalate."
Another moment of silence. Have I overplayed my hand? Have I pushed too far? I dont know. But I dont give him a chance to respond.
"Now, If you will excuse me- I am going to go do the Job you Pay us for, Despite your best attempts. We will be expecting our deposit as usual. Dont be late." My finger clicks on the button, and I exhale sharply. Tension leaves my body- as I look upon my Claw-Sisters.
Hopefully, I made a good showing of that.
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Post Mortem
Get to this one sooner rather then later, Ian.
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That's... everything that comes to mind as of the second.
If you're getting shot at, it means you're doing something wrong. You need to be playing more into catgirl strengths. And enemy weaknesses.
On night missions you're often moving your units into lit areas, because with night vision on, you can't really see those. I suggest you use the Ctrl+End keyboard shortcut (Toggle Brightness), and play on medium lightness. That way you can still see things at night, while also seeing which lit-up places to avoid. Game also looks better that way. Only turn on Night Vision when you want to be sure of your visible distance or if there's no lit areas.
You almost never use smoke. Use it more offensively instead of defensively. Especially on day missions. Of course, it's not useful against certain enemies.
Money Purses, Bags of Cash, Treasure Chests, etc, you should always extract instead of selling directly. Extracting yields more money. You're not particularly efficient with money as you're hoarding a ton of stuff that would simply be better off sold, and the money invested into better gear and more bases.
The game supports mouse wheel. Among other things, you can use it to quickly move workers and researchers around. Just hover the cursor over the number of assigned personnel next to a project and spin it. Can also hold Ctrl to make it faster.
There's plenty of light and strong weapons to choose from. Alternatively, produce some Levitators.
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The game supports mouse wheel. Among other things, you can use it to quickly move workers and researchers around. Just hover the cursor over the number of assigned personnel next to a project and spin it. Can also hold Ctrl to make it faster.
There's plenty of light and strong weapons to choose from. Alternatively, produce some Levitators.
I think I already told Yugian about mouse wheel, he just never uses it. What are Levitators? I am not very knowledgeable in Piratez.
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If you're getting shot at, it means you're doing something wrong. You need to be playing more into catgirl strengths. And enemy weaknesses.
You almost never use smoke. Use it more offensively instead of defensively. Especially on day missions. Of course, it's not useful against certain enemies.
Not sure what you mean here. Enemy density and Sniper Spotter relationships alone makes smoke not the most ideal, and near impossible to avoid getting shot.
I will admit I could be using smoke more offensively, But I try to exploit the hell out of my night vision. (Fully admit I don't regear for Daytime) but my Internal logic kind of falls:
If Enemy has Sniper-Spotter, why bother? After the first shot/kill, they'll know exactly where that unit is. (I could be entirely wrong on this, but as far as im aware of, thats how S-S Relations work.)
If Enemy doesn't have Sniper Spotter- It is extremely likely we'll out vision them, so why cut off my own LoS? Cats have Minor Thermal (I believe) but I could just. Pull back and out vision them. 9 V.S 12.
I will admit that smoke is 100% a habit though and when you break the habit, its hard to go back. Actually kind of broke the habit because of Piratez...
Money Purses, Bags of Cash, Treasure Chests, etc, you should always extract instead of selling directly. Extracting yields more money. You're not particularly efficient with money as you're hoarding a ton of stuff that would simply be better off sold, and the money invested into better gear and more bases.
I actually do know of this. With stabilizing Income from the Infamy, i'll probably Forget to crack them open, given im not reliant on direct injections of cash and my Runts have nothing better to do. Especially when I need Casino. I kept them around as "I need 2 million by the end of the month boosters", and Difficulty 4 does slash the selling price by about 25%. So. Easier to just sell the big bags when I wanted cash. Not efficient though, 100% agree.
The game supports mouse wheel. Among other things, you can use it to quickly move workers and researchers around. Just hover the cursor over the number of assigned personnel next to a project and spin it. Can also hold Ctrl to make it faster.
I think I already told Yugian about mouse wheel, he just never uses it.
Actually, Knew about this as well. My mouse wheel has just been broken and just rode out my mouse. Though considering its double clicking and my keyboard is janking multiple keys, I ordered myself new hardware... about a week ago. Should of arrived by now, actually... :P
On night missions you're often moving your units into lit areas, because with night vision on, you can't really see those. I suggest you use the Ctrl+End keyboard shortcut (Toggle Brightness), and play on medium lightness. That way you can still see things at night, while also seeing which lit-up places to avoid. Game also looks better that way. Only turn on Night Vision when you want to be sure of your visible distance or if there's no lit areas.
This I Did NOT know however, and is really goddamn neat. Thank you lad. It is however, definately messing with me, because im not used to it. Defiantely looks better though. Just have to remember to do it every mission.
There's plenty of light and strong weapons to choose from. Alternatively, produce some Levitators.
What are Levitators? I am not very knowledgeable in Piratez.
Oh yeah. Suppressed Pistols and Bio Daggers for early game. Omega Rifles Murder. Lasguns are always fun. There is definitely good equipment, just noting that compared to Ubers- it a lot Tighter in what you can bring. both in variety in density.
Also forgot about Leviators honestly. As for what Levitators are Kamivax, they're a Gear item that reduce your carry weight, but increase you freshness drain by like... 2? Lemme check that.
Its 15 weight for +1 Freshness drain. Honestly worth some value here, compared to Ubers.
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If Enemy has Sniper-Spotter, why bother? After the first shot/kill, they'll know exactly where that unit is. (I could be entirely wrong on this, but as far as im aware of, thats how S-S Relations work.)
When an enemy sees one of your catgirls, she becomes spotted (= valid target for out-of-LoS snipers) for a number of turns equal to that enemy's spotter score (often just one), not for the entire rest of the mission. If she's not spotted again during that time, the "spotted" status runs out. So shooting a (one-turn) spotter doesn't have to mean "going loud", only taking a small step back to spend the subsequent enemy turn behind hard cover, and then back to sneaking around on your next turn.
Heuristic for estimating the spotter rating of your enemies:
Generally speaking, soldiers (e.g. Humanist Soldier, Spartan Rifleman, Ninja Gal) and competent bandits (e.g. Highwayman, Ratmen) have spotter 1, dedicated scouts and lookouts (e.g. Spartan and Raider scouts, Stormrats, Field Gun, Pillbox) have spotter 2, and field officers (e.g. Spartan Lieutenant, Humanist Leader) have spotter 3-4.
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When an enemy sees one of your catgirls, she becomes spotted (= valid target for out-of-LoS snipers) for a number of turns equal to that enemy's spotter score (often just one), not for the entire rest of the mission. If she's not spotted again during that time, the "spotted" status runs out. So shooting a (one-turn) spotter doesn't have to mean "going loud", only taking a small step back to spend the subsequent enemy turn behind hard cover, and then back to sneaking around on your next turn.
Heuristic for estimating the spotter rating of your enemies:
Generally speaking, soldiers (e.g. Humanist Soldier, Spartan Rifleman, Ninja Gal) and competent bandits (e.g. Highwayman, Ratmen) have spotter 1, dedicated scouts and lookouts (e.g. Spartan and Raider scouts, Stormrats, Field Gun, Pillbox) have spotter 2, and field officers (e.g. Spartan Lieutenant, Humanist Leader) have spotter 3-4.
Ah, I did actually know of the intelligence stat- but thank you for a bit more fine detailing on that! Though, I am curious. Is it in 'half turns', or does it count down only on enemy phases?
Still, the issue is less 'I get seen' and more of I kill someone, and the ~25 (average?) enemies know exactly where she is. So grenades get chucked, or someone shoots through a window. Difficult to get a good hard cover when you've got 8 Cats and 6 of them murder to clear the drop zone. Im debating transitioning into the Firefox for a harder cover for me to exploit. More expensive, but the Metallio is rough when it comes to Turn 1-2 survival in that regard if it lands like shit.
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They Fall like rain.
Corpses sinking into the ethereal sea. Echoing pulses across the rippling tide of the conchfield. Falling on top of each other, as they turn to gray. Souls from all walks of life- Forming the great graveyard that is Terra. For all of what the star gods took from humanity- For as much as the course of human history had been irevokably changed from their conquest, they could not take this.
What they could not take, they instead despoiled. This Graveyard turned legion- as billions of souls still were fading away. Six Hundred years without final rest, without respite. Grasping, clawing. A psychic echo that would not stop screaming. A song that could not be silenced. Beyond this veil, was the pain of countless souls. Emotion so strong, that it could pierce the veil, and bleed into the world of the living. To reach for the living, so that they may yet stave off this fate.
Yet how can one understand what lies beyond the point of no return, whilst having yet to cross it?
That she could see this- was proof that Terra had accepted her. That one day, when she would cross that threshold, she would join this graveyard of the dead. No longer merely a visitor of the land, but rather a soul that belonged to this realm of billions. But today was not that day- Life would not leave the Black Cats body, The Baron would not have his due. No, she was brought here for a different purpose. A feminine giggle to echo through the rippling sea- her eyes would dart to where it could have possibly come from. From every angle, from every way it could come...
Nothing. Just a lingering expectation... and the scent of ripe cherries.
Instead, her eyes would look upon the great ball once more. The taste of sulfur danced upon her tongue- and her body felt as if would catch ablaze. The sensation was overwhelming- threatening to strike at her senses... but she was tougher then that. Stronger then that. Instead, it conjured memories. Memories that were an age ago, yet still were remembered with the veracity of a scar that never healed. That of another black cat. That of a sister in arms, whom gave her life- for her own.
Unending rage. Fury. Emotion swelled in her heart, as she reached out. Desperate to make amends. Desperate to bring her back- But strength alone could not change her fate. Guilt instead would be the prize- as something slipped from her hand. Flailing to grasp at it, she'd catch it right between her claws. A stone, of a strange shape. Engraved with beautiful symbiology- the duality of the masculine and feminine... These were stones they got from the hunters. Dawning realization crossed her features, as warmth coursed through her hand. Prana.
She couldn't do anything here... But if she could awaken. If she could get access to this stone again... Maybe.
Maybe she could reverse the whims of fate. Maybe she could bring her back. Bring them all back.
Third of September
Bloomsday
I was writing in my book when my door was violently assaulted by a hand. I should have heard the sound of boots on the ground, but with a busy base and many hands flowing through the corridors, that is a luxury that had faded a long time ago. Apparently, My Honor guard was nowhere to be found at the door too. That, or maybe this was pressing enough that whomever it was, wasn't being bothered to stop. Very well, with a flick of the button and a sharp hiss, I would grant the intruder an invitation.
"Come in. You dont need to pound my door."
Surging forth, Kaminyan would slam her hands on my desk- The passions clearly worn on her face like a veil. The force exerted was enough to echo impact throughout the room. Her haired was frazzled and her scars were visible- she clearly cared not for her appearance any more then the tribal bones and straps she cared for. Even as ebony black as she was- I could tell she was exhausted: Running on emotions rather then energy. Yet she still commanded enough force to make me jump in my seat- Her voice did not lack for that strength either.
"Capnyan, I've seen it-! I saw them!" She was half practically yelling. Her ears flicked like daggers and her tail the conduit for motion that could not be contained in the body. Her hands gripped as if squeezing blood from a stone. It had... Had she taken her usual 'meditations' before coming here? I'd rise my hands, trying to ease her.
"Who? Who did you see? Take a breath Kami, Your going to get nowhere with this-"
"Our Claw Sisters! I saw the Atusid, Fleur... Roush! I saw them all!" She doesn't wait to let me finish. Elation crosses her voice, as if in her mind she saw friends long past once more. But that's impossible... Or maybe it wasn't. Her head lowering as if to give the dead respect- it soon would flick back up to look me in the eyes. An expectation- a hunger. Something has taken hold of her, as soon she states the ridiculous. "Capnyan, I know where they are! I can bring them back!"
I blink incredulously. I have to fight the urge immediately to reprimand her for this prank- or to order our 'Master of Catweed' to cut off her supply, until she recovered. But I entertain the notion, as I shake my head with a sigh. "Kami... The dead don't come back. I know that you miss Roush. We Both miss our sisters dearly, but-"
Again. She doesn't wait. Instead, she merely assaults my desk again- as if Im the one in the wrong. As if she was dictating terms and delivering punishment. "I CAN!" Her voice cracks, like a singular cut into glass. Her eyes betray somberness that has to be choked down. For the fiercest of warriors often have the softest of hearts- something that can be ill afforded on the field of battle. And in this case, I am her foe. But she would continue to speak- a light rumble to her cadence. "I just need those stones we're stockpiling- and brainers, and a room! Somewhere where I can have some space to-!"
"You want an entire section of the base, a portion of our staff and stone we don't fully understand- so you can practice Witchcraft to cheating the reaper?" My tone grew dry- and incredulous. My temperance had limits- and whilst she was damn good warrior... I wasn't going to bend to her will. A dangerous stance to take, for someone clearly overwrought.
"Its NOT witchcraft!" A flash of anger, driven by those passions cross her face. Our eyes meet in a duel of prides. Thank the Empress that we are in private conferance- We are leaving ourselves no way of saving face in a public space. Hells, there was likely listeners at the door from how loud Kaminyan is being. "Trust me Capnyan- don't you want to see them again?!"
She's not wrong. But we have to live in the here and now. I had to accept these realities an age ago, when I took command. And it is not her place to judicate to me how she handles her grief. To her words, I return a quiet growl. "Yes. I would. But the dead are dead, and I am not commiting what limited resources we have to a flight of fancy, that you may process your grief!" Poor choice of words, admittedly- but her energy was... overwhelming. I had to reassert control, even if it was in an antagonists role.
Im met with a growl- as she withdrew her hands. The first battle was that of words. The second was of pride. A stand off. Clenched hands soon bending- claws visible in light. She's sizing me up, and if I do not do the same, I will be seen as weak. There Will be a fight. So I slowly rise from my seat- joining her in this battle of wills. My own hand to match hers in the shape of a battle claw.
She's about as big as I am- A testament to her survival on this planet, and her freakish nature as a Nekomimi. Scars mark her body, both fresh and old- I know her skill with arms and that one mistake could cost me. I know if she came here to fight, she has put herself into the headspace of a battlefield that she often does to deal with the stress... Leaving my only options to restrain her, or drop her. But that in itself is a weakness to be exploited. She's fatigued, and acting on impulse and emotion. I know her way of trounce- Mine is made to counter hers.
And above all, I'm growing my strength as a Saint. I can win this, should it come to it.
Would there be space, we would circle each other. A clear stand off. WE don't want to make the first move- but it is clear that we wish for opposite things. This is not a glorious fight, it is a tragedy- and someone would be reduced for it. But such was the will of warriors- To see ones dream fulfilled, one had to suffer theirs not to. Perhaps our passions drove us so fiercely, that someone else would enter the room. The encroaching smell of Weed to fill my room- making my nose wrinkle and my senses violated- Kaminyan flinching as this was strong. Even for them.
Squirrelwizard would come in, calm and composed. A hand to her mouth to nurse a pipe that seemed to billow out smoke. Where two were not unlike fire, she was like a gentle... Strongly scented breeze. A light hum to her cadence, she'd hold up her other hand and speak. "Capnyan, Kaminyan. Calm yourselves- You might get hurt. That would be rather silly, wouldn't it?"
I would breathe in to address them, but their hand would raise again, clearing their voice. "I know what is going on. I... Have seen it as well. The seriousness of this situation..." A breath. A ring of smoke to follow. A sastified smile from the serenity of their indulgence. "I understand your intentions. You speak with the burden of a crown... And you, speak with the burden of guilt." That alone should have provoked a fight. I see Kaminyan's eye twitch, as if challenging her fight or flight response. They already didn't get along the best, so this was not helping. But they would speak, somehow to serenade the beast that flared in her heart. "Capnyan... I can give credence to her words. It Is possible."
"See, I told you-!"
"But you cannot do it alone." The Herbalist would step forward, as if to join us- eyeing us both. "...Yet, we cannot simply devote so much to this- that this may take months... years even..." Another wiff of her pipe, before exhaling sharply. "...There must be a compromise. Capnyan, may I speak?"
I would nod. She may.
"I understand my relationship with her is strained... But I would ask you to trust me. I will share my room with her, and we will work on this project together. In return, grant us access to the Sivalinga Stones. Either we will succeed... or we will not." But I knew her track record. The tone suggested that there was no one better qualified for this. Once more, my authority is challenged- but this one is undercut with kindness. With Politeness. And... She wasn't wrong. Out of anyone, she was the best qualified to oversee this project. There was also enough wisdom to put aside grievances, to see this project through.
After all, there was only one of us whom saw the other side.
Looking over to Kamivax, seemingly draining of energy, I'd breathe in the misty airs- before nodding. "Fine. Granted. I will grant you two, to accomidate for mistakes. But no more."
"That is sufficient for our purposes." A smile crept on the Herbalists face, content with the compromise- before nodding to Kaminyan. "Then when you are rested, come to my room. We will delve into your mystery together... This is rather exciting." Her tail flicked contently- before she would move to stride out of the room. "And much more productive then those incident with the runts in the vents..."
Dont remind us. Looking to Kaminyan- now that the tension had died... Where there was a clash of ideals. Now it had turned to understanding, and a silent apology. For what it was worth, that was a sentiment shared by two. It was not as if I wished to deny her out of pragmatism, or cruel hearted desire. It was simply clashing realities. I motion for her to take a seat, so that she may take a break- and rest her head. Wordlessly, she'd collapse into the seat... and was out like a light.
Understandable, Really. I follow suit- if only to continue writing my papers.
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Post Mortem
Hum de dum dum...
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August 4th, 2601
Doomed Farm
Knee deep in the dead.
Roush was loading in another magazine as she put a burst down range. Having an underslung rifle was a... strange concept to her. But she wouldn't question it. Humans were weird, and the weapon was plenty lethal. Besides, she was waiting for the right moment to fire a grenade launcher. Maybe she would just to have fun...
No. She had to wait. They were in limited supply, and the Capnyan didn't want to waste the limited supply they had. Booo. So instead she'd rack the bolt- and put more shots down range.
If nothing else, these men were possessed of a fervor unknown to even the Spartans. She did not know if that was more or less terrifying- but she did know that was equally worthy of death.
Another burst- two shot connecting as she ruptured a shoulder. The blast of a shotgun would finish him off as she'd pout, looking towards the killer. Some brown haired cat she didn't recognize. She'd mewl sharply in her direction- motioning to her with two fingers. "Hey, stop dealing my kills!"
Grumble grumble. How was she going to impress people with that?
Striding forward with a careful gait, she'd hit the wall of a shed with her shoulder- taking cover as she took a breather. A fellow black cat joined her- their respiration a chorus in the charged air of the night.
"Hey, Roush- do you got a spare magazine?" Roush would check her belt- before nodding and handing over the curved magazine. "Yeah. Here. Your lucky that we share Ammo." "Or maybe the Capnyan is giving all of us black cats, black rifles?" They'd share a laugh- shaking their heads, before leaning forward.
"Maybe... But speaking of black cats, do you know where Kaminyan is? I haven't seen her for a bit..." She'd lean out, putting another burst into a target. This one, was actually hers. Oh good, she could put a notch onto her rifle. "Or how about everyone else? The Claw-Sergeant still alive?" Order broke down awhile ago. Coordination was local, and provincial. And she knew that their sister-Cat was one to go wild out in the field. Didn't want to shoot her.
"Don't know, but I think two of us are down! The enemy is using dragons breath rounds, and they just don't die!"
Roush would look back to her claw-sister, before rolling her eyes. "Just shoot them more! Watch!" She'd then lean out, but held fire. Well, she would have. But she held her fire. She got her answer alright- watching as a black blur streaked through the night, descending upon the men with wild, reckless abandon. Giggling, laughing. Bloodlust in the eye.
It would be downright inspiring, if she wasn't staggering. Clearly at her limits- she'd trundle towards the next man, swinging weakly. Leaving herself a target.
Shiiiiiit. She couldn't risk firing into melee, there stood a good chance that she would hit her. So instead, her hand fell to her belt- opening up a pouch. Their alcohol ration- time to test the strength of the glass on this. If she could angle it right, she could get it right near her... And so she broke cover, angling the bottle over her head as she Chucked that thing with all the strength due to her. The Bottle spinning like a throwing star in the sky- the glint of light of nearby, showed her where she hit.
Right on the head of the man, and nearby to Kaminyan. Direct shot. That would be a story to share for later, as pride crept across her face. But there was always a saying.
It goeth before a fall.
Turning around, caught out- and her claw-sister failing to cover her, a man wore witness to her action. Left exposed, she'd level his shotgun upon her. Before she was any the wiser, the sensation of burning caught her. her senses left her- as pain racked her body. Pellets rendered her nothing more then a lump of meat, igniting within her body as her Kevlar tried to stop the impact in vain. Her mind screamed at her to stop the source of the fire- but she lost strength before even the third shell was fired. Her terror echoed throughout the field, but she would not hear her own words.
If there was any solace, she was spared a painful death. It was merciful even- for it to be so sudden. She did not have to live to be rendered into tallow.
She just merely ended. And that was it.
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Emptiness in sensation. A world composed of nothing but gray. A sensation of falling through an endless sea. Where there should of been cold, there was only weight. Down, down into the depth we plunge, into the abyss that one belonged.
No longer the taste of brimstone on the tongue, the sensation of burning to kiss the flesh. Pain ebbed away, retreating from the lips to the surface unforeseen. Perhaps to never reach its destination. Ever tempting it was to close ones eyes. To let finality of strength leave from the tips of the fingers. To allow oneself to find rest, that brief touch of oblivion to subsume the hole of whom one was.
The drifter scanned her eyes- head turning but so slightly, as any movement in excess drained what limited strength she could still muster. Looking for any anchor in the abyss- to ground and stabilize herself, what she would find itself, is that she had not become unlike rain.
Thousands of bodies- draining of color as they fell inward. Men and women- Even foreigners... and Nekomimi, not unlike herself. All whom had past that Ethereal gate, and were being escorted to their final rest. Rarely did they move. Many were cradled, or otherwise still as they fell- as if they carried no strength with them to beyond.
Those still conscious, could only lament their final fate. A life cut short. A quest left unfinished. One more task to be done. Was that to be her own fate? To join the screamers, and the dreamers? Perhaps that choice was made for her, as soon she felt herself land upon something both soft- and formless. A Feeling of comfort, but in what remained of her soul, a violent impulse of survival Fight or flight, desiring both.
Hands grasped at her- but they held no sway. The struggle was not in fighting them, they only meant to steal what they could not have. It was to summon the will to fight once more, and she had not come here to die in such a way. Ripping herself from the binding mass of whom was to be her companions- Biting, clawing, ripping her body free- she'd ascended to her feet- rising above those below her.
Her eyes would see nothing more then a vast expanse. Not unlike if she was on a planet, a sphere. With bodies that attempted to defy their fate, not unlike her. Yet they would eventually be dragged back into the mire. Dragged back into the whole. Like a star burning out the last of its light- never to be ignited again. Even now, she could feel fingers dig at her feet- grasping for her ankles.
They did not wish for her to leave. They would not let her leave. There was no escape, in the end.
Ripping her feet from the mire- she'd try to jump try to reach out her hand. Maybe she could swim. Maybe she could buy herself time. Perhaps she was to burn out like the others, but it would be in utter defiance. And so she would walk, circling this sphere. Always on the verge of collapse, but never reaching that final threshold.
An eternity of walking. Animated by a will that never yielded.
A feminine giggle would follow, as her ears perked. Her eyes would dart around as she clutched her hands- bereft of claws, but instinct gave them shape. This was different. This was new. This was terrifying. And yet she stood her ground- for all the danger that provided. She would not relent from this hunter: they would have to take their due from her.
Yet instead, it only whispered in her ear. A promise, a seductive lure.
"Have you not yet had your fill? Do you still hunger for more?"
Oppressive weight fell upon her, as if it was the last defense. To try and deny this woman her prize. Her very being simply became a law of weight. Pulling her down. Down. Down. As if the natural order was fighting against her. As if something was wrong here. Yet she could still speak. "If it gets me out of here, I /do/. I wish for /more/."
"Good. Then take my hand." Flesh would descend upon her- as a giant had reached for her. She would waste no time in clutching it. All she had to do, was wrap her arms around- and trust this being. It was all she could do at this point.
"Remember that it was love that has brought you back... Consume this love, and bring this world closer to the edge of ruin. Become beautiful- for one day you shall return this love when you are consumed..."
Color would return to her body. Sensation would return to her body. Warmth returned to her body. The sound of rushing water flowed past her ears, not unlike billowing past wind. Leaving the fallen behind... leaving this sunless sea.
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Her body felt weak. As if one had slept for an eon and only been awaken now. Acrid respect for the dead was the taste upon her tongue and the very scent she carried; Formaldehyde. Yet no Nausea followed- It was as if the body simply sweated out the poison. As if the body was a finely tuned machine that simply had been powered down for some purpose- and now once reconnected to mortality, the organs had activated without her.
The heart beat once again. The mind flourished with intrigue and consciousness. The limbic system, despite its discontinued use, rippled with the desire to be used. The sensation of power with the expression of power and muscularity. The nerves didn't even fire back in pain, instead only reaffirming the souls claim over the vessel it was given. And worst of all?
She was hungry. Starving. A carnal desire for fatty meats and sharp tasting fruits. Of drinks to burn a newly virgin throat and indulge of all things sweet. A lust for something salty, and finish with the finest of indulgences that may befit the fancy. The body had spent what energy it had to breathe life into itself again- and now it needed more. To be all consuming. In all capacities: it wished for More.
Sound was still a strange sensation to her- as if having been pulled from the ocean, there was still water clogging her ears. She heard something about... Proving someone wrong? Rubbing it in her face? And something about Mayonnaise? Nonsense to her. Instead, Roush would try to push herself up. Feeling around what felt like stone. An echoing rumble could be felt in her throat, as the limbs protested.
She wasn't back yet. But others took notice.
What sounded like bootsteps would echo over- sharp and distinctive on metalwork. Then the sound of voices- and blinding light. A sharp, grunting pain would echo- before a feeling of weightlessness. Ascension. Braced against... something. To keep her aloft. Then a question.
"Roush. How are you feeling?" To her left, the sound of a Nurse. A ginger cat, clearly with more care then skill in the field. Though Bedside manner was no skill to be neglected either. Her hand was taken, as her fingers were stretched out. Flayed and handled with doting care. Stiff, and imprecise- a sensation of pain. An instrument that had yet to be finely tuned again.
"Mmmh. Well, i'll never get married now." She'd huff with a sardonic tone. A bit of black humor, having cheated death. The Ginger cat- perhaps self-conscious, would hop back with a flail of her arms, letting the board that could charitably be called an arm hit the stonework- a sharp squeak.
"i-im sorry! I-i was just checking for Rigor Mortis! I-i didn't mean to-!"
"Hold on. Rigor Mortis?" An uncomfortable tingle would crawl up the spine. The core of her being recoiling at what could possibly be- the dream of which she was in dying throughs. Nearly taken in by the graveyard of many. As if willing her fingers to flex, they would on command- before looking back up. "Im /Alive/, arent I? Im clearly not dead." Her tone was flat. Blunt.
"You were dead! It was something the Witch and the Native did you! Did to everyone in this room!"
Hold on, everyone? Her eyes would glaze over... The room itself was horrifying in its own right. A Ritual room, comprised of strange symbols misunderstood. A section of the Medical bay, converted into... some kind of offering room? Her exposed stomach had a stone that had rolled down and caught on it- spent of its energy and dull in color. She'd move to pick up the oddly phalic shaped rock, before claiming it for herself... Observing the room, there was four more besides herself. All adorned with this stone. Fluer, she recognized. But not some of the others...
A question crossed roush's mind. An important one. If she was dead, then how long had it been? A few hours? days? Looking to her hand and the stone she clutched- she'd snap her attention to the ginger nurse, and made the demand known. "What day is it?"
"It's... September 18th. Its Shaday."
Only a month then? She remembered her mission in August. Then it had not been that long at all-
"Your record states that you nearly died a year ago. Its... 2602. You died in 01. You've been preserved until now, so that you could be shot out into the sun. Its a miracle that we had such traditions- or else you wouldn't be here right now...!"
Nearly a year? A whole year? Then the nature of her death... She'd reach for her body- feeling for imperfections. Burns, she felt herself immolate and die- her body a living pyre as she was hit with Magnesium... And yet there was nothing. Perhaps to the Chagrin of the watching nurse- watching a patient feel herself, but there was no scar. There was no wound. If anything, her skin was as smooth as the day she was born.
How much had changed? Were they any closer to getting off the planet? Did they finally get their hands on some lasers? Those were answers that she would not get here. Aiming to slide off the Pedestal, the Ginger nurse would quickly spring forth- aiming to catch her by the shoulders.
"N-no! You need to stay here, you need to go through physical therapy! There's no way your field for field duty!"
"All I need is a gun and to get back out there- That or punching the Capnyans face. Or Kami's for being an idiot and overextending so far-" Even if she had saved her life, it wouldn't have needed saving if she hadn't been so foolish. But protest as she might have- the Nurse was overpowering her. And if she was able to do so, then there was no way she'd survive right now. So with a disgruntled sigh, she'd wave off the nurse.
"Fine, I'll stay. When do we begin?"
"Uhm... given that your capable of motion and /seem/ fine... Uh... Tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was good. She actually had a Tomorrow.
Maybe more, depending. Each day was a gift now. To be consumed whole.
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Post Mortem
The logs get longer, but the Mortem doesnt get done...
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November 1st, 2602
Dragonday
In the war between the Ethereals and the Mrrshan, The stars have always belonged to the Later.
In terms of power, The Ethereals dominate. Their awesome control over Psionics, diverse portfolio of troops and mythical technologies have always bested the Mrrshan. With utter mastery of the Biological and harnessing the power of Elerium- their territory stretches over many sectors of the galaxy. But they have always been a rigid caste society. No lust to dream, nor desire to create. If it worked, so shall it be.
And thus, despite their overwhelming power- The Stars belonged to the Mrrshan.
Dancing, fluttering across the void- glittering like the stars, The Mrrshan have maintained their independence by the strength of their warrior traditions, and their starships. Even amongst peers, they were known to be the finest of pilots. Hundreds of fighters secure their space onboard massive carriers- a position coveted enough to hold rivalries and prove ones skill though increasingly daring deeds.
A traditional that is felt in her people today. Even within the humble domain of starlight, even possessing just One Claw from the empire- has proven to be the bane of Earths domestic fleet. Not /that/ hard of a challenge, of course- they've yet to pull out any True vessels worthy of combat. But hearts rose as the reports came in from last months kill board.
Science Ship. Heavy Freighter. Twelve fighters. Science Ship.
Some of the heaviest ships for tonnage on earths surface. Class 3 and 4 ships, under the Imperial Designation. Worthy kills to any Starfighters legacy. For too long, the crew balked under there merely being 'one' starfighter. That they had to share- and that by the deigning of the captain and assignment, that the crew watched as one was chosen for glory. But such was no more.
Air bases, fighter frames and weapons were being authorized and installed onto said frames. The secrets of flight- to reclaim the stars and retake what was their rightful demesne, was becoming theirs again. More flight missions were being authorized- more pilots were needed and the battle to claim those skies were starting in full earnest. The Handicap wasn't even a dreadful fact, those being assigned 'inferior' ships. If anything, it merely only increased the prestige. For after all, one could easily kill with a marvel of engineering- that was easy.
But how glorious would it be, to be given equipment was only 'adequate', and still claim the skies? A true showing of ones skill. That they could be trusted with more expensive equipment- and expect nothing but elite performance.
So strong this cultural ideal- that these claw-sisters sign up for air duty, despite the danger. To be truly recognized as warriors: for after all, were they not a new warrior house? Did not nobility in such a way demand a battleship, adorned with a battalion of pilots? Could they not be the first, and made knights of the sky- and their status elevated in such a way, that their descendants became synonymous with the glory of starlight? To carve their own piece of the empire- and territory? To retire, watching their children inherit their vessels?
Not all of them would make it back. But enough could, that the dream would ignite. The dream burned in their hearts. Surely the Ethereals would notice them, decimating their fleets. They would certainly retaliate, and challenge their supremacy.
Good. They wanted a challenge.
The Dancer would chuckle quietly, watching as youthful kittens flocked to the boards- fawning over the assignments yet to be. Exaggerating their glories- and asking to be transferred to the new locations. Air Base 'Coffee' was the first base. Expected time until Operation: Three months. That was three months they could have been chosen. Three months to prepare.
She remembered her past. Her history in the Airforce. She did not speak of it in grand detail, nor did she emphasize her role. It was merely a fond memory, a time once served chance to race across the interstellar void. Across Atmospheres, blazing into targets whom challenged her. It was neither glory, nor gold that emblazoned her heart in those pitched battles. It was the feeling of freedom. The Feeling of exercising her talents: Her skills. Nowhere else, did she feel so free. As if her kind was born without one last vital aspect to compliment their tails and ears; Wings.
She was retired, at least in an official capacity. For the journey had to take her elsewhere. But she always found such youth charming. Adorable, even. Perhaps she would tease them, ensure that they were up to snuff. After all, if they were to follow in her wake- they must be up to snuff. The way of the Claw is unforgiving, and one must have the vigor's and stamina to endure- even after extensive battle. If her doctrine of trounce was to survive- they couldn't be anything less then the best. And now that they were stepping out from shadow, onto light...
Sayuri would smile to herself. Yes, that would be rather fun, wouldn't it?
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Post Mortem
MY GOD IT HAPPENED.
Hired: Nekogirl2K (B-1 K-1) Affeboll (B-1, K-5), Fry_Guy0 (Newly Hired!) Paevyn (B-3, K-7)
Survivors: Gwynevere Bennett (Way of Missed Strike, B-98 K-332, Zephyr1124 (B-108, K-300), Fleur Vert (B-74, K-156, D-1) Gentlefood (Way of Shadow, B-105, K-229), Kiest (B-81, K-177), Xeoposer (B-101, K-348), Roughguy (B-33, K-46, D-1) Isdar (B-77, K-167), Kaminyan The Blender Cat (Way of Death, B-81, K-268), Tarmph (B-108, K-290), Mittens Leadpaw (B-70, K-131), Catvy (Way of Shadow, B-106, K-223), DoctorRex (B-77, K-127), ArdriKrios (B-92, K-244), NinjaZombie0 (B-64, K-152), SquirrelWizard (Way of Sunlight, B-108, K-131), Mjolko (B-83, K-134), Talemgrandmaster (B-84, K-164) Shirajirajin (B-72, K-99), Slegex (B-82, K-149), Violeta Kellide (Way of Shadow, B-110, K-257), NictisOfTheMafia (B-81 K-145), Wabbon (B-65, K-159), Sayuri (Way of Claw, B-78, K-152), CGP (B-48, K-79) Krickraken (B-70, K-113) Curechan9 II (B-31, K-39), Rovlemhage (B-48, K-83), Psyentific1 (B-66, K-126, D-1), DJ Grom (B-40, K-58), Scotty297 (B-47, K-56), Atusid (B-42, K-95, D-1) GigaShogg (B-28, K-40), Kildarienhyton (B-30, K-47, D-1), VintageMedic (B-43, K-55), Xika (B-16, K-22, D-1), Das_Bystander III (B-13 K-17), Warzy2 II (K-14, B-17), Anerisa (B-11, K-8) UltraShogg (B-6, K-8)
Died: No One!
Revived: "Ian, your late on adding this tab. But when it is noted/relevant/when I update the previous Posts (Which i swear I am doing), this will be used!
Deus Ex Machinas: 6 Deus Ex Machinas used (175 Total)
Math might not be right here. Im really behind.
The Good - The Tend of cementing our air game is continuting. Having to write these well after the fact (Which is going to make previous Posts sound weird), we have been working on getting air game nice and solid. Truth be told, I think the Claw is a bit too good for how early you get it in Cat Path. Having decent funding makes its exotic fuel not so expensive, and its not like you cant flip a ship for it. Might want to consider a 'Battery' or 'Mid-Line' ship for mid game.
But yeah. Im dropping big freight- and we even raided a Rimriders outpost pretty immediately. Cats are getting stronk enough to handle that, and given we just ploughed through them, we have some *Really* High tech toys. The first and only real plasma guns we're going to get this run, short of Plasma Pistol/Sub Plasma. The Extra Hardware is just nice, and might let us pivot into fighting Mercenaries sooner, rather then later. Just need to have a Reliable AT Option, and...
The Bad - Not really much bad to say. Rimriders hurt, the fact the Quarians spawned underneath us and got to do some inital mind control sucked *Hard*, but otherwise- we did suprisingly well there. Also the fact that Traitor Cats dont give us Arts of Trounce. Booooo.
Arguably, Research is slowing down- but its more accurate to say we're hitting the hump researches. It just takes time. Piratez was never a fast affair.
The Funny- Cultural Videos and Missiles go boom. Also, remember Hallucingentic Grenades, Ian.
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Capdorks L00000g #11
3 of dec
bloooooooooom
As I write this, I just want to note that I am on copious amount of drugs. If I sound delusional, that is because Opiates are a hell of a drug and the herbalists gave me some funny flower that makes me feel tingly. I am actually doing really wonderful. I don't even feel the giant hole in me. Or the burn scars raked across my left flank. They are allowing me one arm to write with.
That's super dumb. Something about agitating my wounds. I'll agitate their wounds.
Got'em.
But. Yes. Conflict. How I got my lovely scars is that, whilst i have not gone through the combat reports because I'm not allowed to work right now- we have encountered rimrider forces. Paramilitary types that should be our allies- rendered as our enemies by circumstance. They're getting through the holes we're leaving in the skies, because we're shooting all the dumb ships down with our cool star ship. It works out for us, because they're got high tech stuff that doesn't require ID's for. Which is super cool.
Oh, and we ran into traitor cats too. We got a good job for taking in some of the traitor cats- which. I placed in the Spartan cells. They're going to have a lot of fun beating them up and making them mewl. I got a gold star from the Shadow Cats. Mine even has a smiley face on it.
Its cute, with a pink little ears.
So we ran into Rimriders, and this will not be the first time. As we continue to thin air coverage and replace it with our own, more of these types are gonna slip in. I'm also worried about the escalation of nasty stuff that will result, given we've been using the pew pew ship. They know we have it- they know we're packing it. Its been blazing across earth for the better part of a year now. Actually, for a year?
Its almost new years soon. We've been here for two years. We tried to steal Christmas two years ago. I feel oddly nostaglic now, and really sad. I don't know why. We couldn't save the captain, No bodies so no voodoo- and she was gone ages ago. Maybe I enjoyed how simple things were back then. Maybe its phantom pain for a life we wont get back, where there was so much less rules.
Note to self: Get a Nuke and blow up prison Facility. For old times sake. (No, no. Do not do this. This is a bad idea.)
Oh, oh yeah! I got a letter from my cherry penpal! She's really wordy. But she loves us a lot- and sends us cherries. I dont like cherries too much, but it smells nice. Its really forboding though, and
I am fine and everything is fine also i am smelly and dumb and wont let me beat up the Neko-runts
As I Lie in bed, i have come up with a brilliant idea. We never did steal Christmas, but we are doing super well. So what if we brought Christmas to the base, as a power flex? Yeah. I'll give out that as an order! It wont go wrong this time, not at all! I'm gonna hit the button on my bed right now and gonna tell people we're stealing Christmas again! Then we'll celebrate it!
We're gonna do it Miriam! We're gonna steal christmas for you!
===Audio Transmission Intercepted===
-Point of Origin, Unknown
-Recorded Date, Unknown
-Faction, Unknown
Playback? [Y]
They are becoming an increasing threat, Sir. Do you suspect they know about us?
No. Not yet. They are flailing about. Lashing out at what they can reach. But at the pace they are going at, it will not be long before they find out about us. They already know of our garrison troops on planet... The Factions have been petitioning for Martial law. The guild and the academy have been slowly losing their clout over Terra, It will not be long for MarSec will return to judicate in force. Barring them, if they should fail to reinforce the power of the factions...
...The Ethereals will return. Are we strong enough now to-
Not yet. But they are not returning to Terra for us. If we are clever, we can redirect these fools against them. These Xenos shall be equal parts our shield, and our sword. Serving the whole of humanity before they are sacrificed. We must merely keep them distracted- fighting against our common enemy. We must buy ourselves time, so that we may call the leader from the realm of shadow.
Y-yes. Of course. You are right, as always. Shall i send out agitators?
Wait a bit longer. Send out feelers, and subtly introduce that the Mrrshan have been staging troops. That they are moving beyond just the Peregrine cult. Inform them that Jasana has taken a... Personal interest in Terra now.
Its not so far removed from the truth, is it now?
No, I suppose its not...
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Twas a night before Christmas, all was frost and snow
The planet had celebrated, another bitter year
The president removed, another death game
Turns out Van Damme, could not kick his way to freedom
But amidst revelry and cheer
Agents acting with mischievous glee
Stole the captains instructions with misintent.
Returning to where it began
they warned the wardens, they set the prisoners free
Anyone remained, suffered their fate
Merciful to the ignorant, suffering to the dutiful
Presents were given, in two seperate spots
One to where Captain Miriam met her end
One to where the crew was born
All it took was a timer, and a smile
And then they fled, into the night.
All across the Cali Republic, as they voted between Stallone and Schwarzenegger
Saw a most magnificent cloud, radiant in light and heat
'No effect was faked', this was all apart of the show.
No more bondage of Megapul, nor the Californians
On Christmas day, they would cry of tragedy
But they had succeeded in their mission
After two long years, there was no regret
They had stolen christmas
No one would forget.
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2603. The new year has come.
The comet of 2602 was an auspicious one. The times of change. Everyone feared what was soon to come. Picking sides and preparing for what may inevitably be. They moved their pieces on the grand board- solidifying their power. Some powers grew in strength, rising like the stars. Others fell, and soon became naught but dust. Khemri cared naught for whom lived or died- for it served in purpose in struggle and strife.
But there was something different about this year. This Century. Agents of change- A hand just lax enough to loosen on the reigns of power. Challengers to power were stiring.
It started with a shipwreck, a ragtag group of raiders that fell from the stars. Caught in Prison- and led in an exodus to destiny. The first domino to fall. No one should have known or cared- they should have died and the planet indifferent to their plight. But they survived, and thrived. Regardless of what their fate may be, the world would be irrevocably changed.
The Nekomimi had their eyes affixed on this planet. Challengers to the ever patient ninjas had forced them to move. The enemy beyond- knowing that their grand design was threatened by pretenders to humanities throne. The Depth Dwellers... mostly the same as they had ever been. And the Star Gods themselves- slowly learning of the insurrection from within.
A backwater planet was becoming the crux of history. A seminal moment of history to be reclaimed. The tactical consideration for others. Regardless of their reasons, the planet would be caught once more in the flames of war by those whom wished for change.
2062 was the Year of change. But 2063 would be the year of war. For all were waking up, realizing the Times would soon test them. The grand question that was soon to come: Whom would survive the changing times? And whom would be the corpses that paved the way for their success?
One can only hope that they prepared Enough.
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Feburary 1st, 2603
Snakesday
It feels strange to have a surplus after so long. Money flows into the coffers and maintenance is paid for. Salaries are paid out, and I haven't had to liquidate any assets... Instead. I am holding a bag of credits in my hands. Shining like jewels, not that I'm lacking for those either. its... Quite strange to feel as if I am wealthy. Not that I'm complaining, of course. If anything, I wish for more. We're going to need a healthy breadbasket for a war chest, once we've ourselves a capital ship.
For now though, I have pockets set to burst and a lack of problems that need fiscal solutions. I do not lack for weapons, I do not need to expand my infrastructure as of the time. I replace losses we experience in the sky... And Its not as if I can buy mystical powers down at the store. Maybe I could perhaps buy time? A dedicated center for research... Maybe. I will have to sit down and consider my options. Though. Actually. Wait.
Whilst we have not been lacking for the ability to get the practice in- to train and keep in shape for the battles forward (Or Physical therapy when someone has to replace an arm), I've come to realize that we've never had the time or resources to really... Devote ourselves to improving ourselves. There's only so much we can pull from the field. And whilst none of us are lacking for talent, we've had that library for two years, and I think I've barely even touched it. That's been the territory of the Brainers- and maybe our Weed cat.
Perhaps its time to change that.
Calculating the costs, that should be entirely manageable. Set aside a few million for the purposes of training. Consult with those of Jackstown and their ilk to see if we could not get some training manuals and figure out our *Own* way of developing our skills. Maybe consult with Cat of Nine Tails or Shadowcat for special forces training from the empire itself. Perhaps there's even something to confer with, discussing with the Uber strains... The Mutant alliance an age ago also offered us training.
There are options, and there are many of them. But they must be considered later.
We've another confirmed downed craft, and its another big one. Im worry about our attritional rates... I've had to use the last of our stones to bring back our fallen sisters, and we've had too many close calls. We might be burning ourselves out sinking these titan ships. But its the only way to keep our sponsors happy right now. I need to consult with our Herbal cats to peer into the shadow... See if we cannot get more. It is now no longer enough that we cheat death. Now we must find a way to conquer it. But we must survive long enough for that.
Some months ago, a Woman referred to as the 'Red Mage' consulted with us, and connected us with several Wizards, but has not yet returned to discuss with us. Perhaps it is time to seek her out... See what she wanted. And see if she cannot get us what We want.
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Post Mortem
One Foot infront of the Other...
Hired: No One!
Survivors: *COMBAT DATA LATER*
Died: No One!
Revived: No One!
Deus Ex Machinas: 5 Deus Ex Machinas used (198 Total)
Math might not be right here. Im really behind.
The Good - Honestly, im happy we had a slow month? As fun as they can be, shooting down giant ships can be taxing and slow affairs. Also kind of makes it hard to go back to smaller ships. Yeye, suffering from success and all that. But when your prepared for 40+ dudes on a boat at a time... Those can take a hot minute, and popping off some research is good. Which, speaking of- we can talk about Cydonia now, and the win condition. So huzzah to that!
Transformations are finally underway. Swiftpaws and Muscle Cats ahoy. Also with Nepping, I can Hotbox more of my Cats for Damsel training. I do need to figure out where to give out that beauty serum though. Kind of a 'Use it right when we need it' thing...
Also, the Red Mage quest line is started. With some work, I should be able to get my sustained way of getting the miracle stones, given cinderella project is locked off to us. That'll be a worry off my back.
The Bad - Kinda gased out during this stream. Sleeps not been the best about that. Sorry about that. Also, even if I'm arguably ready for it- Turning on the Aurora questline is Always a bad time. Beware, beware. The Ides of Missile Hell. Eridains are also starting up on their bullshit, and whilst the Cat suits did phenomenal work in keeping us alive, it still put most of the crew down for a time... Also. No civilian survivors. The Double Terror also sucked too, having to do them back to back.
The Funny- Finally managed to get some story arcs going. Going from "Not much to write about and its hard to loop in stuff because i dont want to ghost write too far" to "I have started three storylines at once." Fantastic. ALSO WE GOT CHINESE DRAGONS. Haven't gotten one yet, but WE GOT 'EM. THANKS RED CODEX.
Also. Send help. I cant flip my slaves fast enough, and I don't want to give up my Reps. I wanna raid space freighters. >:(
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March 16th, 2603
Fireday
It has now become clear to us, the face of our enemy.
It began when we received some codes from the church official we beat. Prying him of knowledge and demanding answers, he looked at us with fearful eyes once we stole that key from him. Saying we did not know what we were dealing with. Then he laughed at us, daring us to look into it- that knowledge would consume us and our ambitions would see us burn like moths. I'm fairly certain that he mentioned something about his gods as well, but by that point the brainers and our tribals had their way with him and that's none of my business.
Its what I pay them for.
Instead, I deferred to the FBB and Elder for this one. I was a Professional Mercenary by trade, whilst I could crack this thing- its their job and if I bricked the stick we got from the robes? I was never going to hear the end of it. That was... What. Couple of months ago? What's important is they finally figured out what we were looking at, and where it went to. And what we hold in our hands, is something beyond value.
The codes are for a defensive matrix that revolve around the fourth planet of this solar system: Mars. I'm sure the irony is not lost on anyone that we hold a fourth of those very codes, operating on some rule of four (How pedantic.) This Matrix protects the grand fortress and manse of Cydonia, belonging to being known as the 'Solar Governor'. A being that is only referred to in hushed whispers and Utter reverence. It explains why the church wacko was overwrought- even as little lip as they pay to the Ethereals.
We hold knowledge that is utterly forbidden. Only Humanities privileged elite knows of this individual, and no one has met him in person. Or she. Or... It. Its very likely some kind of Ethereal, considering the Stellar Empire's leadership... Yet, I've heard rumor once that there was something above Ethereal. Old smuggler tales from other captains whilst on shore leave, that they've been haunted by dreams of something... Demonic. Otherworldly. A gentle carress of the mind, that played on their fears and cowed them into line.
Fantasy, surely- for nothing is that psionically strong. It breaks the known laws of the Conchfield effect to be able to manipulate planets from that far away. Yet I cannot help but feel nerves fray and a shiver to run down my spine at the thought of it...
Regardless of how I feel about this, we've discovered Earths critical weakness. Not even the Empress knows this, nor has ever come as close as we are now to having a real chance to take this world. Loyalty to the crown would dictate we talk to Cat of Nine and Shadowcat and inform her of this situation... But I think will keep my cards close to my chest. Not even the crew can know about this. I've ordered my Brainers to keep silence on this, and ensure that No one has access to the files.
Not until its time to make our move.
But there it is. If we decide to stay here: stay the course... embrace destiny. Then everything we must do by this point- Everything that *I* must do, from the weapons we have- the talent I curate... It all must be for the purpose of ensuring a lighting strike. We're not a threat, *Yet*. We're a respected power on earth, but a curiosity at best. We're a new status quo- and despite taking scores of class threes, we will never be able to eliminate any of the factions. Not within our lifespans, and not without cutting off the Ethereals backing. There's simply too many of them, and too much influence.
But if we were to make storm Cydonia and Assassinate the Solar Governor? Then its possible. Considering that from our limited information, he is the lynchpin that holds everything together here? A Coordinated assault from the homeworlds, or agents within major political powers in tandem with the assassination- And we could easily instate a Coup d'état. Backwater as this planet may be, the things we've experienced here: The powers and capabilities of humanity and the investment of resources despite it all... If we take this planet, then everything could change. The Sector. Our faith. The knowledge we could bring back...
But we would only get one shot at this. Failure means that we will be scoured from the surface of the earth. The Peregrine cult would likely go with us and anyone whom ever held Mrrshan sympathies would be next. Likely in Nuclear Hellfire. Also rekindled wars and aggression. Thankfully, we'd all be dead and not have to care.
Quite frankly, The weight and implication of all this terrifies me. Even if we are well over a year off of considering such a feat (Progress on the planning of this will be under OPERATION: TRIPLE A), the fact that by my will alone- I can exalt or doom an entire planet... This is what it means to be a saint, doesn't it? Why I had such a dream? The capability to make such choices. The ambition to seek those heights.
The wheel of fate is turning, and I must be its weaver.
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