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Are you MAN ENOUGH to CONQUER THE GALAXY? Let's Play Space Empires V!
Space... the final frontier.
Only not really. It's final, yes, but it's less of an unexplored, mysterious frontier and more a very large battleground. Well, ok, there's politics and economics and attempts to maintain a good relationship with 14 different races, but primarily space (or our galaxy, anyway) is just a very large, very empty stage, ready for any race which so wishes to rise up and conquer it. It's not something to be explored, it's just a vacuum, waiting to be filled with power struggles and ambition and battleships exploding after being strafed by a vast fleet of fighter-bombers. It is in such a galaxy that Space Empires deposits us into. We control a planet, populated by a race with several traits and our task is to colonize planets, travel between solar systems via very convenient warp points, do research and develop new technologies, spy on our foes, build fleets, enter into treaties, invade our enemies and in the end subjugate them 'neath our mighty military, metaphoric, but nonetheless unpleasant jackboot of power. Basically all the things that the Empire would have been doing had Palpatine not been overcompensating for something. Yes, the narrative will be full to the brim with pop-culture references, but seriously, what do I have to work with? I've already got the initial post written up, but before we start I'd like to give our participants some starting choices... We'll start as humans, on earth, probably with a fairly socialist government. However, we can also choose a couple of other traits and abilities that are unique to our race, and influence our proficiencies and abilities. I won't let you choose every single trait, but I'll give you a few choices... Shall we be highly militarised? A society of berserkers, whose sole purpose is battle? We look down on research or covert operations, seeking only success in battle, seeing the clash of warship against warship as the highest form of art? Basically Spartans, only with spaceships. And there's a lot more than 300 of them. We'd be fairly expansionary and agressive, I think, without too much theoretical research. Or how about a sneaky, backstabbing, covert empire? Our intelligence complexes would allow us to sabotage, spy, and entirely screw up our foolishly honorable foes' empires. We would retreat from combat, the brute, barbaric option, preferring mines and remote controlled drones to do our bidding while we sit and watch our enemies despair. The closest analog I can come up with is the Hutts, though we'd be considerably more handsome. Or, of course, there's the empire of intellectual researchers. Planet upon planet, filled with research complexes, allowing us to access the greatest of technologies. Chemistry, Physics, none would keep their secrets from us! We have a galaxy worth of knowledge at our disposal, we would merely have to use it! We'd be military minimalists, lacking in agression... Though of course, eventually there would be conflict... and then we would see whether the secrets of nature and science wouldn't also make for quite effective guns... Personally, I'd go for the first or the last... But it's your decision. Whatever you decide will also influence the decisions we make, whether to ally or fight, whether to invade or retreat, whether to sacrifice one ship in favor of saving the fleet... The game takes place in one-month increments, starting at 2400 AD, but I'll be posting events, not as time passes. I'm not sure how frequently I update, but I'll try to stop this thread from sinking beneath the murky depths of the games forum. I'll usually post in-character, as Geminex, lord of the UFNUN (to be explained), and I will have a council to assist me in managing our great empire, helping me make those great decisions that may lead us to greatness or doom us all. Use this responsibility wisely. Or not, whichever you’d prefer. I’ll control our tactical situations myself, but I’ll turn to you whenever I feel a strategic issue has come up... I’ll also let you decide what research we undertake. Should be fun. The AI isn’t too great in this game, so I’ll be playing with a series of self-imposed limits, mostly regarding what mechanics I can and can’t use to make life easier for us. But regardless of that... Gentlemen... (And, of course, those ladies among you which deem themselves man enough)... This struggle won’t be easy. We’ll lose a few battles. Take setbacks. Perhaps, if the AI’s really been improved since the last patch, even come close to defeat. But we shall persevere, and we shall triumph, and we shall watch our enemies strongholds burn ‘neath our orbiting fleet. Ladies and Gentlemen... Let’s Conquer. Let’s Play. |
Alpha Centurai taught me that science factions are broken as shit so we should do the opposite- savage berserkers.
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I feel a cross between options 1 and 3 would be suitably awesome. Yes, we will charge headlong into battle and crush our foes with overwhelming might, backed up with technology created by the greatest minds in the Empire. Basically I want Space Marines ala 40K.
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"You've been in here yelling at eachother for hours..."
This is like the argument of who would win in a fight; astronauts or cavemen?
No diplomacy, just primal rage. |
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The University shall stand triumphant, bestriding the cosmos over the broken corpses of what had once been mighty star empires. Find some way to weaponise black holes and in general focus on a strategic scale damage. (I.e. obilterate their worlds, and their ships will eventually break down without support)
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Go covert, steal what you can, manipulate where needed, and run like a little girl when they send a little fighter at your Titan size warship xD
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Sad thing is, the fighter would probably win. Fighters in this game have huge evasion and quite a lot of damage. Plus, half of all weapons can't be aimed at them. I'm thinking of going without fighters entirely, but that'd cause me to lose out on an all your base reference... So I'll probably just go without giving them armor. But anyway...
@Vauron: It actually is possible to do that! Unfortunately the research cost for that shit is so high that you'd need a galaxy full of high-level research complexes churning away for a year before you get anything useful. Still, we could do something along the lines of "sabotage enemy infrastructure". It's possible, using intelligence, to incite enemy planets into revolt and make them switch sides. Align with you, even. I've never done it, but it's happened to me, and it's really annoying, since you get no resources from the planet and need to land ground troops to retake it. Alternately, it's possible to give ships stealth modules. Makes them hard to detect. Put that on a transport ship, maybe add a cruiser for escort and you have an invasion fleet that can capture or glass (bombard from space, killing everyone) planets behind the enemy lines. ... Of course, should our enemy have built weapons platforms we'd be screwed, since we'd almost definetly be shot out of the sky. Anyway, I'm inclined to go with the highly militarised empire. We'd have some (read: probably quite a lot, depending on how many planets we colonize) ability in research and intelligence of course, just we wouldn't focus on either and use them more to support our military conquests than making them the focus of our empire. And, of course, we'd declare war on anyone and everyone. |
Equal military, research and intelligence.
I'd tip the scale toward research, actually, but just slightly. Be aggressive in the beginning to settle in, then make the statement "alliance or death" (I know that's not really possible, but you know. Offer it, and if they refuse, you wage war). All ship-classes to be named after the nations of Earth? Sound good? Unless we're not playing humans. Or custom-create humans, at least. ... wait, shit. Are humans even in this game? It's been aeons since I last played. EDIT: And with everything near equality, of course I mean you only research the military stuff to install on our armadas. |
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There's a reason Stardock makes research advantage expensive.
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BERSERKER.
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Reading this made me realize how awesome Sins of a Solar Empire would be as an LP. If only I had the patience and skill to make it.
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MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT AHEAD!
Adress of UFNUN Leader Lord Geminex to his advisory council, 23rd of August 2392
It was over before it began... Or so we thought. And really, who could blame us? This struggle... struggle for supremacy, struggle for power... it had been going on for long enough, hadn´t it? Wasn´t it about time we got a break, an easy win, something that could be celebrated? Particularly this close to the end? We were tired of ending battles, ending them victoriously, and then comparing what we´d lost to what we´d gained and realizing that the latter had fallen horribly short. Tired of sitting silently in meetings with one another, nobody voicing what everyone was thinking, that perhaps there was no need for battle, war, conflict, power, that perhaps any gains for us or our nation were far outweighed by the damage we were doing, both to this planet and our race. We were tired of doubting. And so, as we sat in our bunker in front of the screens, watching the once-great nation, former ally, that was now our final victim we cheered. We cheered as our preliminary strikes destroyed their command centers, their few remaining silos. Cheered as the main wave of warheads, launched from all over the globe, converged on such a comparatively small piece of land. 4000 heavy warheads. 4000 cities going up in clouds of flame and dust and ashes and traces of what had once been human beings, but now were just so much radioactive vapor. Casualty counts coming in every few seconds, both their estimated dead as well as the few victims of their desperate first strike. And we cheered. Clapped. High-fived each other. Because it seemed that this conflict that had been going on for the last 400 years, that had been endless... was now over. Ended in the space of 2100 seconds by 4003 fusion reactions. They did strike first, you know. I know that someone once said „history is written by the victors“, and I´m sure that we´ll make great use of that privelege in times to come, but when the future´s history books describe the rest of the world as misguided, needing to be saved by the most unlikely of saviors and cite America´s heinous first strike as an example, at least one detail will be true. They fought to the end.... As far too many have. We never attacked our foes openly... not the superpowers anyway. Those could have harmed us, no matter our strength. Challenging them would have meant risking so much. Too much. So we did it covertly, broke them from within, deprived them from without. It should have been bloodless victories. But far too often we had to kill them, their people, their nations, their collective spirit, before they would give in... First came the weak ones, the fractured ones. Africa. South America. The Middle East. They were invaded, sometimes openly, sometimes under thin guises of retribution or protection. Nobody cared. Their loss. Europe was bought, bit by bit, national pride giving in to greed and political pressure, governments weakened and corrupted , and the businessmen blinded by the glitter of gold and the fear of consequences. Russia was frozen, deprived of oil, their own oil fields sabotaged, they died in the cold, and the snow, and the frost, first begging, then cursing us. It remains split and fractured, thin ice too often broken. But fractured under our control. China was starved, agonizingly, slowly, their people dying in the street as more and more were abandoned by their rulers. The country fell into anarchy, driven by hunger till only the elite remained... They died quickly, at our hands, and we took what they had left behind and fed it, and marshaled it and made it ours. The rest fell into line quickly... a global alliance, though far less independent from us than they´d have liked to think... And then America came, the first true enemy, standing tall, against us. Knowing they could not win, but trying anyway. They went up in proud, patriotic, flames. And now... where are we at? The world under one government, my government... an ambitious goal, a dream made reality made nightmare... The result of a 400 year plan, devised oh-so-long ago in the council-chambers of the first President Bob. My ancestor was one of his advisers, or so they tell me. I bear his name... I sometimes wish they had not been. The last 400 years have been terror and depravity, ending with a bang. Our population is down to 4 billion. Radiation and bioweapons and war and famine have taken care of those that should have been. Our economies are wrecked. Our infrastructure. We function, but we may never return to our previous strength, my advisors tell me. Too little space. Too little will to live. Technological advancement has been slow. War came first, always, and now that war is over, we see what we have missed. Worst of all, far too many know of this price, of the deaths, the inhumanity. And they are scarred by it, their spirit broken, their idealism gone up in the flames that so recently consumed America. They will remember the involuntary sacrifices that should never have been made. We committed a crime against ourselves when we ripped the still-beating hearts out of so many nations, so many peoples and bit into them and ate them for strength. And now we are strong, in a way, and united, in a way. But was it worth it? Every human in existence now lives under the red white and blue flag... barely know at first, now notorious. There are no more countries, just provinces under the UFNUN. And I am it´s leader... „Lord Geminex, high leader of the United Federation of Nations under The Netherlands“... The title disgusts me. But I must bear it... because with all the sacrifice we made, it has to have been worth it? We lost our humanity, our sanity, too much of our world. It has to have been worth it... because if not... Well, that´d be hilarious, wouldn´t it? But I´m scared. We all are. When those last nukes fell, we thought it was over. We cheered not out of bloodlust or delight at the deaths or any kind of sadism. But because we knew that our race was near collapse, that we needed to rest, to forget the horrors of war, to forget this berserk rage that seems to have gripped us far too often in the lest few years. As a race, we were weary. Tired. We needed to rest. Before destruction of our foes became everyday and atrocities became tools and what humanity was left in us became fully eroded in favor of love for destruction and love for power. We cheered because we thought we could rest and recover. But we can´t. An engineer with the SSED (Solar System Exploration Division) came to see me today. He brought most wonderful news... Apparently, we are not alone in this galaxy. One of the few satellites he has the budget for, apparently disappeared a while ago, reappearing shortly afterwards. According to their analysis, it moved a vast distance in a short time... warped, so to speak. The scientific implications are enormous... Of course, the social and militaristic implications are not to be neglected either. This lucky, lucky satellite not only revolutionized Physics, but also picked up on certain radio frequencies. Appearing in a pattern. A logical pattern. Made by either a very strange stellar object or a fellow intelligent race. They´re trying to translate the message right now. But for all I care, it could be E.T. Phoning home. Because this will leak out. Even if I had everyone involved killed, it would leak out. And when our people, our humanity grown so acclimatized to war, so proud over this victory over themselves, so demanding that “We” have more power and “They” have less hear of this... I do not think that they will come in peace. I do not think that they will hide in fear of the unknown. I do not think that they will return to the life we once had, 400 years ago and simply live without demanding the subjugation of others to satisfy their sense of worth. They will demand that we move against these creatures, any and all. Proclaim what our propaganda so often preached, that They are weak and We are strong, and there must be conflict, for the common good. They loath to forget these years of conflict, loath change that does not bring conquest. In this they are united. Because all of them, be they victors or the defeated, desire battle, now. Expansion, conquest and battle. They will demand another war, one on an intergalactic scale. With more crimes. More atrocities. More destruction of the innocent, simply for love of power. A heavy burden on our people. I pray it will not break our backs, strip us of the last vestige of humanity we possess, drive us back into the caves of fire and darkness and primal rage. 400 years of conflict, ending in an hour of fire have forged a world united and a people gone mad. And I cannot stop them. For they are united, and ready to dispense with those in the way of their rage. And so we have made a race of berserkers. Clever, intelligent berserkers, who may crave no combat individually, but as a people are gripped by true bloodlust, lust for killing of other peoples, lust for still more beating hearts. We thought it was over before it began, because we didn´t want it to go on any longer. But it was only the beginning, wasn´t it? Prologue: A world united. Ended just in time for the actual story: A galactic empire”. And what I fear is not that we´ll lose and be wiped out by some alien race. But that we´ll win. And that the secrets of this galaxy and all its intelligent races will fall into our hands. The hands of a people, bent in the first struggle, broken in the second. Ravaged by guilt and history. But enticed by power and greatness and the destruction of worlds. But I will lead them. For if I do not, another will, one as gripped by rage as the rest of them. I cannot fail them, or they will tear me down with them. When, if we get through this... perhaps I can make them see sense... Perhaps, we can win this quickly, quietly. Perhaps I can preserve our humanity. Perhaps, when the galaxy is at last at our feet, we will rediscover mercy. Perhaps not. So the circus is back in town, ladies and gentlemen. The clowns of famine, pestilence, death and war are dancing, prancing ´round the ring again. Watch their performance carefully, perhaps you´ll realize what they´re trying to tell you this time. So let us dispense with the pleasantries and announcements and let them get into full swing! Let us not stand in their way, but let this wonderfully horrible act begin! Ladies and Gentlemen... Here we are again! Presidential log, 2nd of October 2392 The public now knows... Of course, they knew before, rumor being what it is, but now it´s confirmed and official. They´re cheering in the streets, all of them. The people of Europe, Asia, even the surviving Americans. We´ve gone insane. But we knew that already... They´re putting up statues of me. Already. I made the address, revealing the enemy menace and vowing to protect our glorious people and glorious planet with any means possible just two hours ago, and already I´m a hero. Because they once again have a war to fight, a struggle for survival. No time for introspection or self-doubt. „Fight we must and fight we shall! To our death, or to theirs!“ was one of the iconic lines of my speech.... and it sums it up rather nicely. They´ll fight to the death, any death. And when they´ve fought and burnt and won, they´ll either realize what they´ve done, or continue, and consume themselves in their rage. Of course, we won´t quite begin fighting yet. There´s far too much stil left to do... Our spirit cannot recover in a decade, or even a century... but 7 years is just enough to let us prepare for this war. And to let us sustain it. I´ve spoken to various councils and engineering teams and analysts... we´ve worked something out. Starting 2393, all of our planet´s resources will be allocated to fulfilling a series of seven 1-year plans. We need resource extraction facilities, Research facilities, huge construction facilities. It´ll be hard... but we have the resources of all of humanity under our control... We will succeed. Presidential log, 8th of October 2392 Of course we will succeed. We have more than enough resources to be able to sustain this new war by the year 2400. But my god, the logistics! So much to organize, so much to plan and allocate! Such a web of information, and I am in its center! I have 2000 people reporting directly to me, and they need to report directly to me, because only I can give them the permission they need... I´d sell my soul and humanity to demonic fire spirits right about now if only I´d get an efficient organizer in return. Presidential log, 9th of October, 2392. How strange. Today, during one of my precious breaks, I walked along one of the few uncontaminated rivers in the world. It has an underground wellspring which hasn´t yet been exhausted, and it´s a beautiful piece of nature. I sat down at its edge, my mind already returning on the question of how to get several tons of enriched uranium from the African to the Chinese province without using air travel, when I noticed something floating on the water. Loath to see the river polluted, I fished it out. It turned out to be a book... but a very strange one. What seemed to be a finger bone was wedged into the spine, and it was wrapped in a substance that was either algae or beard hair. It was also covered in bite marks. I was curious and, after cleaning it, I opened it to look at the first page. I was shocked to find that whatever writing had been on the page was disappearing! The letters T e E no c n We m e t Wor ill! Faded before my eyes, only to be replaced by the words: The Astronomicon How to conquer the galaxy! I can only assume that a member of the local science department heard of my logistical plight and designed something to assist me, since the book provides the most wonderful overview of available resources and manpower, ongoing research and political factors, even offering the occasional suggestion on how to maximize efficiency! A veritable godsend. The only thing that mystifies me is the method of delivery, but I shall not complain if it continues being this FUN to use. ... Though I do not think I will tell anyone about this, though. There is no need for them to know. And if they insist, we shall see which one of us is Ruler of the UFNUN! Yes! We will see! And now, if you will excuse me, I have a war to organize. It would be horrible if I were to be accused of lacking effort and replaced by a more bloodthirsty individual who would actually use his power over humanity to achieve something. Yes. Absolutely dreadful. Somehow... (Several hundred entries later) Presidential log, 24th of December, 2399 At last... we are so close to completion! Our economy is stable, our cities are flourishing, our research has advanced far beyond what our primitive ancestors could have imagined, our people are... content. Eager. As am I. Soon, our first steps into the galaxy will be undertaken! Already we are selecting the most fit individuals for our first colonization! We are ready for conquest. Ready for war! Merry Christmas... Ho ho ho... And now all that is left to do is plan and organize and pull few switches... and decide what the next month shall bring. The astronomicon has changed... instead of earth´s deatailed resources I now merely have an overview of earth... but perhaps earth is in fact, just a detail. For I can see so much else now, so much information! http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...LP1general.jpg Our people... http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...LP1general.jpg Our resources and empire! http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a.../LP4empire.jpg Our friends and foes... http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...P3politics.jpg Our research! http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...es%20V/LP5.jpg And so much more... as time shall reveal... Truly, whatever... researcher sent me this aid, is deserving of my thanks. I will now go and speak to my council... We will consult. And then I will give the orders that will begin the true rise of Humankind. What to research. Sensors? A grander ship size? The reserves we have amassed will not last, I fear that we will have considerably less ability to research in later months. But it will have to be enough. And then there is the issue of what to build? A scout ship would help us scout far further than our current system... And yet, we need to expand, colonize new planets, build new facilities. The astronomicon denotes planets which we can colonize with red, and planets which we can colonize and on which we can breath with green... What wealth we could draw from them! But we shall see... _________ Sorry bout the sloppy copy-pasta in some of those, I just wanted to show you the interface. And sorry bout the excessive writing, but I like my stories to have a bit of depth and moral dilemma and inner agony. Though towards the middle I started sounding rather a lot like Rorschach, were he to become president of the world. Or just republican candidate for President. I could so see that happening. As you can probably tell, we've gone berserker. I've thought of some fun stuff to do, and it might actually be challenging to do it, cause there are 15 computer opponents and they've all received huge bonuses. I'm not sure how huge, but I think we shouldn't rush them. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter, the next few won't be a long. And choose wisely. The fate of our world is in your hands. Or something. |
I like how 3 Let's Plays have merged into 1 universe. Nicely done on that.
This should be interesting. |
The Netherlands were only a call-out, and a way to characterize the coming war. It can get quite nasty, with the genocide and whatnot.
As for the astronomicon, it's a good way to let Geminex switch plausibly from ruler agonizing over fate to bloodthirsty conqueror and back again. And if any readers wanna do journal entries that'd be cool. Perhaps slip into the role of a crew member of whatever ship's important at the moment, the first colony ship, that big fleet that gets nearly wiped out by a mine field, that foot soldier fighting for a beachhead. Just to spice it up a little. |
I keep reading the acronym as UNFUN. :(
4000 people left huh? Man we must have done a number on civilisation. |
No no, that's 4000M, as in 4000 million. As in 4,000,000,000.
Also, research troops. We need more dakka. |
I really wanna sugest that we paint our ships red too.
And then cover them in more dakka. |
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I think we've created a new way to LP with these journal entries thing. We should spread it to the internet, where it will be warped into something deplorable and stupid!
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The Deathstar after all, was the epitome of More Dakka. As for ground soldiers, why not have them be geneticlly engineered AND wearing suits??? Or genetically engineered cyborgs?? Of course, we'd still need some giant, non-bio based, mechs, so we can have fully blown Metal Gear type battletanks.... things! |
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Presidential log: Stardate 77004.22675065784. Also known as January 2, 2400
Every day we progress. Every action we take, as a race, comes one step closer to earning us true glory in battle. Though there are exceptions, of course... Among them, sadly, my council. The fools! They fight this war as if it were on earth, for land, the way we have fought wars for 400 years. They are short-sighted. And I must defy them... They demand ships of destruction, hideously beweaponed. They desire increases in ground forces. The fools. We have a galaxy full of potential, and they demand bigger guns? One system will not save us once the aliens, the Xenos attack! We must expand... I have ordered the engineering and construction of colony ships... http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP10.jpg http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP13.jpg They are named Enterprise, for what they aim to achieve. And some other reason, which has slipped in my mind. They will serve us well. The same applies to research. They are weak, and afraid, demanding greater weapons and armor. But before we can destroy, we must know our target. We must explore this galaxy. I have ordered the investment of the majority of our research budget into the creation of superior sensors... Though to prevent accusations of cowardice, I have been forced to order the creation of superior weaponry. http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP12.jpg They are angered... I hope they will learn wisdom. President’s log, 1st of February, 2400 http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP14.jpg Let there be celebration in the streets! Our research was successful! Our advance into space brought such new knowledge... http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP15.jpg And the fruits of our labor are indeed worth having... New sensors, new weapons. But we must not lose sight of the goal. These advances are great, but they are but means to an end. For all my expansionism and love of research, this is merely a way to see our foes burn. President’s log, 9th of February, 2400 They may be but means to an end... but yet I feel honoured to have witnessed this moment. Our shipyards completed the first ship of many, the beginning of our fleet. The Enterpise class colony ship rose slowly, majestically into the sky above our greatest city... and the whole world watched. It remained there, a beacon to us, the sun gleaming along its edges... Man’s greatest achievement to date. 9 million brave individuals, all of them trained and skilled, were loaded via shuttles. I watched one of the last batches personally, as 3000 of our citizens marched up the shuttle ramp in lockstep. Had we an anthem, they would have sung it. The determination on their faces was just as good, though. The knowledge what they were entering the unknown, not for their own sakes, or the sakes of their loved ones, but for the entire race. Means to an end, perhaps. Put noble means. I do hope the end can do it justice. President’s log, 3st of March, 2400 http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP18.jpg It is done. Our first colony, our first step into the galaxy. The Enterprise 1, nicknamed “Columbus” landed on its target planet, disgorged its colony module and population load, was broken up for metal... and in its destruction, created the first instance of human extraterrestrial life. A proud moment indeed. http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP19.jpg And not one, but two colonies were created in the last two months... 18 million pioneers, going... bravely... where no man has gone before. We have sufficient transport ships to keep them supplied with resources, which is why the first order I gave was to initiate the building of further shipyards, one on each planet. Research goes on... Our sensors grow even more powerful, our weapons more destructive, our armor more impenetrable. We are learning to fight... President’s log, 12th of May, 2400 And we are gaining the means to do so... Two more colony ships, two more colonies, 18 million more brave warriors and explorers. Celebrations, globally, as we come to comprehend the fact that in the space of less than 5 months we have conquered our solar system. http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/a...s%20V/LP11.jpg But despite these... causes for celebration, the council becomes anxious. I promised our race a war... and now the first outliers are demanding one. And I must give in... I have ordered the designing of a heavy space station. They want war and destruction, I shall place a huge chunk of metal armed with 16 guns into our atmosphere. If they agree. I will go meet them now, our first major conference since the launch of our great empire. I’ll drop the exact date, I’ll just give the months. Also, the game takes place in 10-month increments, so gooooodbye june and july! Also, we have our first few planets now, and some space, so what to do? Two strategies I usually use is either sending out scouting ships, locating high-value planets (you can colonize planets with your planet type, ours is rock, but if the atmosphere’s unbreathable you can only build a quarter of your usual facilities on them. That’s quite a drop. Planets that you can colonize and breath (rock and oxygen) are fairly rare, we were lucky to have a large one in our first system.) and colonizing those quickly, as well as choke-points which we then secure, while sending out more scouts to locate and harass our enemies. Alternately, we just take every planet we see, colonize everything. Since any planet can have a shipyard, that can give us quite a lot of productivity, just at the cost of quick expansion and more valuable planets. Though we can still send out scouts and build invasion fleets. Whichever you prefer. Oh, and what should we do with the empty space we have? Research? I haven’t researched intel yet, though I could just do that. And I'm not sure what our enemies are, but there're 15 of them. Would the council accept a diplomatic approach to some of them, just for fun? |
I agree with the creation of colony ships.
However--sixteen guns on a space station? What kind of piddly little space station is that? Double the number, at LEAST and we will talk. I count space for 22 more on that layout! We shall call it the 'Gunstar 38' after the number of weapons aboard the station. Or the 'Gunstar 16' if you have some reason for applying such a small ordinance upon it. Either way, disperse the guns more evenly around the station so we may fire in all directions, and never worry about being flanked. ALSO more bombardment weapon research. I want to boil the seas of our enemies' planets and turn their sand to glass! Their flesh shall melt away and leave nothing behind but dust before a single soldier sets foot upon their planet! I want massive rail guns capable of destroying a planetary core with a single round! I want pure destruction! |
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Fuck diplomacy, we are here to kill all and loot the radioactive corpses and planets of our victims to fuel our blood lust. |
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Is it possible to use slap on Transport Modules for the forces to invade on our battleships? That would make for a nice way to make first contact, a ship getting to their planet, crushing their defense, then invading it before they know what happened. ps. When did the Wilhelmus get ditched as anthem? xP |
I hate it when your demands are plausible enough for me to fullfill them.
Planet bombardment: Very fun technology, gives you a weapon that can attack only planets at really short range, but does around 200 damage. That's 200 million population with each shot, or alternately 200 kt of damage to facilities. Facilities usually have 1000, so every 5 shots kills one. Railguns: I'm afraid that's not happening. Our current weapon (Depleted Uranium Cannon, DUC from now on) is already the closest thing we're gonna get to a railgun. And considering it does 33 damage at level... 4, I think, it's pretty much the equivalent of a nuclear strike, since it can either kill 33 million population, or destroy 33 thousand tons of enemy ship. And on the topic, regarding ship design: Every component, be it engines, armor, guns, anything, has a given size. This size is given in kt. Every hull (that is, every template for a ship type, be it colony ship, frigate, or space station) has a given maximum size. Our big "Kayne West" class space station has a maximum of 600 kt in space. I put 480 kt worth of guns in there, then the control modules (bridge, crew quarters, life support) and some ordnance storage, supply storage. Ordnance is not used for all weapons, but it's dedicated ammo. Supply is used for all weapons, but usually you don't have to worry about storing it, because you use supply to travel, and engines store quite a lot of it. Our DUC uses 1 ordnance and 2 supply per shot, but because it's a space station it doesn't have engines and I needed to put in separate storage. If this were actually contributing to the war I'd probably have put in no DUC at all, instead I'd have used missiles, which have longer range and don't miss. And instead of only guns I'd have put in some armor as well. Cause when your ship gets attacked and has no shields or armor left, the components are gonna take the damage. Every component has certain structure, usually it's as much as their size (DUC has 30 kt of structure), but increases as the component levels up. When components take more than 50% damage, they become unusable. This is very bad. It happened to me once or twice that in ship-to-ship combat my enemy was taking more damage than me, I was already hitting his components, but he was fleeing, so I was doing damage to his engines. (The component you damage depends on what direction you're hitting your target from, if they put the engines in the rear and get attacked from the rear, bye-bye engines). The enemy, on the other hand, managed to get a lucky volley and hit me in the front (there's no firing fields in this, I think, any gun you put anywhere can shoot in any direction, punch through my remaining armor and entirely screw my weapons. When you're on low armor, you need to be very careful. Anyway, we can englarge the amount of space we have in our ships by... what do you think? Research! We can put research points into the frigate, every level we rise we get 25 kt (that almost one DUC) more, and once we reach level 5 we can research destroyers. When we reach level 5 in that, light cruisers! Then cruisers. Then Battleships. Then dreadnaughts. Every class obviously has more space than the last. Frigate, destroyers and light crusers get bonuses to evasion, which is really usefull. Cruisers get no bonus. Battleships and Dreadnaughts actually lose evasion, as well as their maximum speed dropping. The same goes for space stations, the more we research, the bigger we can build. The thing about space stations is that they can't move, but they have huge amounts of space. Good for defense. But anyway. It's actually possible to make kamikaze ships, they come in two varieties: Ship and drone. A drone is a separate ship class, it's basically slightly smaller than a frigate, with a much higher maximum speed (you can fit more engines in it). You only need a 10 kt control module, which helps. You put warheads on it, send it to ram your enemy, enjoy the explosion. Kamikaze frigates are basically frigates that you affix bombs to, and send them to ram. I like using neither, because kamikaze frigates won't give you value for money and drones need research, and aren't that great either. We can build a few, though. And may I draw you attention to the fact that with military technology, it's possible to create boarding modules, which let your ship to up to the other ship and board it, taking it over? For great justice! Edit: @ Ravashak: We can compromise. We can bomb the small planets without much space, because it'd be a pain to have to invade those, but we can land troops on the big ones. It's possible to let any ship land troops, but I've resolved to use only freighter hulls for transport. Harder that way, since freighters are slow, expensive and as such fairly vulnerable. Though we could just create a fleet of attack freighters... And if anything, our anthem should be "The ultimate showdown" |
So we intend to be Mr. Rogers?
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