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Comrades! Our workers’ revolution aboard the UNS Unity was a stunning success.

Just as I foretold in my manifesto Through Class Struggle, the Stars, our revolution was the product of decades’ worth of preparation and sacrifice. Agents of our vanguard party were recruited years in advance; the best and brightest of Earth’s final generation were radicalized by cultural Marxist professors in universities; short-sighted politicians were bribed with union dues or intimidated by peaceful protestors; all so that a mere fraction of us would be selected to board humanity’s last hope of survival, the UNS Unity. Then, upon the appointed hour, our cadres emerged from the cryo-pods to seize the means of production aboard ship and overthrow the decadent bourgeoisie who thought to colonize a new world on the back of our labour!

For those amongst you who may be experiencing doubts, now that we face the reality of being marooned on an alien planet light years away from Earth, isolated from any other form of civilization, make no mistake: the UNS Unity was first and foremost the project of Earth’s plutocratic elites. The hulking wreckage now burning up in orbit represents hundreds of trillions of dollars in wealth stolen from the working classes of Earth. Every tonne boosted into orbit, every rivet and hull plate used in the ship’s construction, every litre of reactor fuel or cryogenic fluid, was paid for with blood money: money that could have fed a thousand working class families for a year, or vaccinated over fifty thousand workers against neocoronaviruses, or funded the training of fifty world-class engineers.

Instead, all of it was methodically and mercilessly extracted from Earth’s economy to be stashed away in space: the ultimate tax dodge by the 1%! One need only catch a glimpse of CEO Nwabudike Morgan’s luxurious first-class cabin on board ship to see where the true power behind the Unity lay!

Regrettably, as has always been the case throughout history, the bourgeoisie made off with more than their fair share of the wealth carried in the Unity’s cargo holds. A mere 1% of the Unity’s crew and passengers now controls over 75% of humanity’s wealth! And not just paper stocks or parasitic FIRE “investments”, but real productive capital: habitation modules that could house thousands of workers, hydrogen reactors sufficient to power a small city, robotic terraformers that would reshape Planet with the press of a button! Yet even this is a vast improvement over the sorry lot faced by billions of workers back on Earth: perpetually downtrodden, economically enslaved and exploited, and now condemned to extinction on a dying world.

And so it falls to us to carry on the struggle for true freedom and equality. No longer are we the slaves of capitalist elites: our lives and our futures are in nobody’s hands but our own. We endured a long march across the stars, and an even longer one awaits us now; but, at long last, the worker’s paradise once only dreamed about on Earth is within our grasp.

The revolution in space is over; but the revolution on Planet has only just begun!

Through class struggle, the stars!
 

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Agri-bots? Not formers? 140 mineral colony pods? Dayum.

Sounds like y'all goin' pretty weird there, cowboy.

The agri-bots are rover formers, with radar and trance unless Elegy changed something. The mod of his (older) mod version we're playing in the other ongoing PBEM topic also has these at the start, and since last game we start with 2. Really speed things up, also the fact it is a radar rover is useful both on the offensive and defensive as I learned last game.
 

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Social engineering has also been on my mind. High growth makes more sense as a function of fundamentalism than democracy.
It's more about female education and inclusion in labor market than anything else. So, I'd say, it's not a fundamentalism per se, but rather industry and/or science bonuses.

In fact, the whole 'politics' section would be better named 'legitimacy' with populist and autocratic in place of democracy and police state. In actual history, democracy/populism tracks much more closely with mass mobilization of citizenry as soldiers than with anything else, implying, at the very least, additional support. For example, Classical Greece, Republican Rome, Revolutionary France, the World Wars. Likewise, autocracy tracks with efficiency. Sadly, these sort of changes would tamper with what is a very robust game mechanic tied into the gameplay style of the factions, so I've largely left the idea alone.
I was mucking about with a similar idea as well. Basically, I wanted free market / private property choices to provide INDUSTRY bonuses (as in "nationwide economic benefit", additional industry also indirectly supported more units) and planned and interventionist choices to provide ECONOMY bonuses (as in "government specifically orders what to construct where"). I had centralization (autocracy) improve EFFIC and free market decentralization decrease it. Also IIRC expansionist and globalist choices increased SUPPORT and POLICE but decreased PROBE (and Autarcy was the opposite).
It works badly with game mechanics (or at least I hadn't managed to balance it all properly). AI completely falls apart and it's hard to make all the changes properly without remaking base facility bonuses.
 

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I hope OpenSMAC advances to the point that one day this planet could be despicted in all its ice-hot glory.
If you're talking about the open-source version of SMA{C,X}, there hasn't been much progress -- the last commit being at least five years ago -- in the repos I found doing a quick web search.
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FREE LUNCHES FOR WORKERS WHILE CAPITALISTS PAY
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“No such thing as a free lunch!” That was the constant mantra of the capitalist class on Earth. Again and again, the bourgeois owners of capital would force workers to toil for long hours under intolerable conditions, demanding their complete and utter obeisance through so-called “voluntary” contracts. And when the workers demanded no more than to be compensated for the entire value of their labour, those same elites had the audacity to claim that it was the workers who were privileged to have access to the most basic of food and shelter. “No such thing as a free lunch!” they would tut and wag their fingers, all while stuffing themselves and growing fat off the emaciated muscles of their workers – often literally!

But we are not on Earth anymore, comrades; we are on Planet! And here on Planet there is indeed such a thing as a free lunch. We eat it every day in the canteen! Whether their job is laying roads at Welfare Works or trawling the fungal rivers at Proud Grime, every worker can carry out their day safe in the knowledge that a hot meal and full belly waits for them back at base!

Indeed, now that there is no parasitic class of fat cats to leech off our produce, our agri-co-ops have produced so much surplus value that we expect to found a new workers’ co-operative in less than five years! Yes, only five years! Will wonders never cease?

Meanwhile, we have it on good authority that the surviving 1% on Planet, unable to feed themselves without the labour of others, have taken to devouring each other wholesale! Even CEO Morgan himself appears to be feeling the pinch, being curiously reluctant to display any part of his body from the shoulders down on camera. This can only be seen as a deliciously ironic demonstration of the inherently cannibalistic nature of capitalism: deprived of workers and resources to exploit, it will inevitably consume itself in pursuit of just one more quarter of superficial and ultimately meaningless profits.

At least we will no longer have to call for eating the rich; they seem to be taking care of that just fine without us. Finally, the rich are doing their fair share of the work!

Been falling behind on my propaganda. This one I at least had the graphics ready for.

I settled all four of my bases quickly, before the end of 2110. I thought it might have been a bit too quick, but exploration around the outskirts of my territory has vindicated me so far. The continent is dry as a bone, and I was unlikely to find any better sites.

Farms give +2 nutrients in this mod, and combined with a couple of fortuitously-placed nutrient bonuses, I’ve made a good start with growing my population. I also got lucky to find a minerals pod that let me instantly finish a colony pod; very nice, considering how expensive those are now.
 
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CLASS TRAITORS SELL OUT TO REACTIONARY XENOS
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Comrades! The first test that every successful workers’ movement must eventually face has at last made itself manifest. For every revolution, there is a counter-revolution, as the so-called “human nature” internalized by centuries of capitalist propaganda attempts to reassert its yoke over the mental labour of a newly free-thinking proletariat. Yet that phrase now stands exposed as yet another lie of the bourgeoisie, for we have now witnessed the first ever example of inter-species treachery in all of human history!

Little is yet known about the extraterrestrial species calling itself the Manifold Usurpers and occupying territory on Planet, but the facts of this treachery are clear for all to see. A brutally militaristic society, suffocating under the iron tentacle of the self-styled “Lord Cthulhu” and forced to give up its progeny as fuel for his narcissistic imperialism, could only ever go down the path of bloodshed. Threatened by our example of a successful workers’ revolution leading to a free and equal society for all workers, the betentacled tyrant sent his agents provocateurs to make contact with counter-revolutionary elements in our society, promising them “living space” and material comforts in exchange for their loyalty. And so it was that the union leaders at The Lathe callously betrayed the revolution, luring the on-site militia to be slaughtered in an alien ambush and having the terraforming crew thrown into the sea!

This treachery will not go unanswered, comrades. As I speak the means of production are being turned over to prepare workers to fight the next stage of our class struggle. Lasers designed to melt through Planet’s mantle are being modified to vaporize alien carapace; radio transmitters meant for inter-union communication are being retuned to broadcast resonance pulses inimical to alien senses. Together, we will march on The Lathe to free the workers there and bring the counter-revolutionaries to justice!

Our tools may have changed, but our ultimate goal remains the same.

Through class struggle, the stars!

Nevill sent a probe team escorted by a scout to mind control my newest base. The war is on.
 

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COUNTER-REVOLUTIONARIES BROUGHT TO JUSTICE
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Comrades! It is my great pleasure to announce that our counterattack against the alien menace has ended in victory for the forces of freedom and equality. Outfitted with laser drills and gamma ray emitters supplied by round-the-clock efforts in the workshops and foundries, our workers’ army was disciplined and ready for battle by the time it reached The Lathe. Employing the classic “short attack” pioneered by revolutionary movements more than two centuries ago, our troops quickly surged uphill to break through the xenos' defenses and enter the base. The corridor-to-corridor fighting that followed was short but brutal; and, with the alien garrison broken and fleeing, we soon rooted out the traitorous union leaders cowering in the reactor core, dragging them out into the common space so that reactionaries everywhere could bear witness to their humiliation.

In the public trial that followed shortly afterwards, the counter-revolutionaries quickly confessed to their crimes. At the behest of their alien masters, they engaged in a process of looting and plundering The Lathe, stripping the stores of terraforming equipment and shipping it off to prop up the alien imperial core. Workers were rounded up and pressed-ganged into the “service sector”, with any who refused being butchered and served up on a plate for the alien occupiers. Several survivors also testified to the practice of forcing workers out of the base airlocks and seeing how far they could run in Planet’s hostile atmosphere before expiring, sometimes while under fire – apparently a favoured sport of the Manifold Usurpers. Out of an initial roster of 1,000, only 450 workers remained alive at The Lathe by the time our army arrived.

After extensive consultation by the Supreme Worker’s Council, it was determined that a firing squad would be too merciful a fate for these enemies of the revolution; and so, the counter-revolutionaries were sentenced to the recycling tanks. Having sought to amass personal wealth to enrich themselves at the expense of the working classes, it was only fitting that they be broken down and redistributed for the benefit of those same workers.

As the habitation modules of The Lathe were deemed unsalvageable as a result of the class traitors’ depredations and subsequent fighting, the liberated workers are now being repatriated to the newly opened vocational training schools at Guild House and Cobbler’s Cave. There they will undergo extensive counselling and deprogramming for the single traumatizing year of alien occupation they endured, as well as learn key skills that will enable them to more easily reintegrate into Free Worker society.

With the reactionary xenos on the run from our workers’ army in the foothills, engineers have already moved into the area and begun construction of fortifications in anticipation of further battles. For while we won a victory for the working class of Planet today, we must always be on guard against the imperialist aggressions of the reactionary foe, and it is only a matter of time before the xenos attempt to assuage their wounded pride. The class struggle is far from over, comrades!

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First battle won against the xenos. Unfortunately, the troops got a little carried away and ended up destroying the base I was trying to recapture. Losing a base this early is a real blow, but at least the xenos don’t have it either. Better dead than not-red and all that.

"Education and training" is my go-to euphemism for implementing Fundamentalist politics.

Pop-booming would be nice, but the war has distracted me. Hopefully I can wipe out all the stragglers and earn myself some breathing room.

Elegy how did you get that image from the game looking so high-res? Whenever I try it’s a bit of a crapshoot due to the baked-in scanlines.

Some bonus images I came up with for this post, but wasn’t a big fan of the result. You have no idea how hard it is to find decent pictures of firing squads.
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**************** BEGIN ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION *************************
............... Source ................ Task ....... Force .......... Dare to Win ..............................
............. Surprise Complete ................ Progenitors preparing barbeque of human prisoners .............. mostly Domai captives ................ a few Planet Cult refugees ........ and some others
............. Stockyards horrifying ................ even worse the fattening pens ..................... intraveneous feed concentrate .............. human growth hormones ..................... all victims .......
...... 200 to 240 kilos ................ minds broken ................... only transportable with cargo grav sleds .............. too heavy for normal medical evacuation ................ Progenitor population evacuating ......... weapons provided to stockyard pre-fattened prisoners .... Heal your souls ............. Target the alien menace ................. Hear their squeals ............ Smell their flesh .....
.... burning .............. ARE YOU SPARTANS NOW ........... YES .. YES ... YES ............. cleanse the base ............. cleanse the pods ................. SPARTA .... SPARTA ............ SPARTA ..........
PURSUIT ............... BARRAGE the fleeing alien hordes ................. They seek refuge in Strafing Run ..................... the two defending infrantry melt under accurate high energy fire ........
.. refugee transports explode ............ more squeals .............. our path to salvage and pillage and victory is open ..................
********************* END ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION ************************
 
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Grimy and exhausted, the First Laconian Hoplite Assault Team survivors stumbled aboard the Cargo Foil "Transport 1" they had disembarked from in far greater numbers a seemingly short time before. Moving through the familiar passageways to the mess deck, they were more interested in a cooked meal and a warm drink than they were in finding their berthing compartment or a shower. They were disgruntled at the outcome of the expedition and spoke loudly of it.

"We had that dung heap of a Strafing Run Usurper base taken but where did that counter-attack come from?"
"The Third Laconian Hoplites sure ate it in that exchange!"
"Why wasn't the Third provided with Class 3 armor like us?"
"And we lost the Courage to Annihilate Usurper base too!"
"At least the Transport 1 waited for us instead of marooning us in the cattle pens. Three cheers for the Transport 1."

Turning a corner, the small group stopped in front of an equally tired but smiling Task Force commander. "Archon Jones, Sir, apologies Sir!"
"At ease Spartans. No need to apologize . . . nothing is out of order. This is a good day to be a Spartan and a great day to be celebrated for our victory."
"Archon Jones, Sir, every day is a good day to be a Spartan but this victory we can not see."
"Under what Prime Order did we set sail?"
"Archon Jones, Sir, to destroy the Usurper Base Courage: to Question!"
"Under what Secondary Orders did we set sail?"
"Archon Jones, Sir, to eliminate all aliens, in the base and those that seek to reinforce it!"
"And how were our orders modified?"
"Archon Jones, Sir, the discovery and rescue of human prisoners."
"And will you be pleased to know every single rescued prisoner is afloat with us?"
"Archon Jones, Sir, we are pleased. But how?"

"The prisoners were told to build their own land transport for colonizing Laconia. They would get assistance but if they truly wanted to be Spartans they would have to build it themselves. Or stay behind with the Usurpers for their next meal. While we were fulfilling our Secondary Orders by neutralizing the escaping Usurper Colony Pods, we were also giving time for the prisoners to escape. Your commanders knew that eventually a Usurper Probe Team would appear and either disable our fighting equipment or take control of Courage: to Annihilate and prevent the prisoners from escaping. We anticipated that due to incompetent Usurper leadership, the Probe Team would be overly attracted to our Assault Team and leave Courage: to Annihilate to some random Usurper militia unit to bumble into thus permitting the prisoners to escape. And clever as a fox, that is what happened. The Usurper commander fell into our trap!"

The Assault Team survivors started to smile when they understood the bigger picture. "Archon Jones, Sir, as clever as Odysseus!"

"Spartans are strong. Without your security locked and useless armor and sled mounted weapons, you could force march 10 kilometers per hour on the road network back to the coast where Transport 1 was waiting. The medical evacuation was also successful . . . you will find many wounded Assault Team members still with us. As for Courage: to Annihilate, it exists at our pleasure. We will return when the time is right and turn it into a smoking crater. Now go get some grub and drink!"

"Archon Jones, Sir, Yes, Sir!"

The cost breakdown of this expedition is a Spartan gain of one colony pod worth 140 minerals. Two Usurper base improvements salvaged for 55 energy credits. One alien artifact mysteriously black marketed to Domai but still a loss for the Usurper. Three combat units lost by the Usurpers for an estimate of 27 minerals. Plus infiltrating the Usurper network. And a loss of 9 population in the former Usurper capital, now a size 1. Spartans lost two units worth 50 minerals. Unfortunately, one now equipped as a Usurper. Overall, an excellent exchange.
 
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2161 . . . Year of Crisis. The last remaining Spartan base wobbles on the edge of the abyss. Capital base gone. One base captured. Two others totally destroyed. The Usurper hordes still surging. And only a single militia unit to defend the base. Bodies of thousands of dead, both Usurper and Spartan, litter the countryside.

Spartan Command Authority: "Desperate times - desperate measures" said Sarah Santiago. "We must equip our few troops to defend the perimeter wire. Salvage the Creche to fully equip our last defenders. Take your stations. Die bravely."

Warden Master 1st Class Duzinsky heard the speech and was motivated to contribute to the apocalypse of victory . . . or doom. His means were limited. Most of his prisoners had already been released to participate in earlier counter-attacks, and had already perished. But he still had The Three.

The Three was a code name for prisoners whose very existence could threaten our necessary alliance with the Believers. The individual prisoners were only identified by sub-level, block, and cell number. Ironically, one was actually 6,6,6. And if you have to know, the other two were 6,6,4 and 6,6,5.

The security measures to contain these three were extraordinary. Each had a cell door that was actually a portcullis. Gravity alone would hold these heavy primitive iron gates in place. Key components to the motors that could lift them were stored in safes at the watch officer's station. These were taken out and re-installed on an as-needed basis. And then quickly removed again. Surveillance video and audio were filtered through a single standalone computer dedicated solely to that task. No direct communication was permitted.

WM1C Duzinsky was not a superstitious man. But he was a survivor. And a survivor does not ignore threats to his life whether direct from the prisoners or indirect from the command authority for letting his prisoners escape. He spoke into the computer to The Three and explained the situation. "So you wants our helps." The Three shrieked in unison. "We works better with a sacrifice. Its been such a long time without." Although not a superstitious man, WM1C Duzinsky had not allowed any living creature to be placed in their sub-level, let alone their cells, since he had taken custody of The Three. WM1C Duzinsky said, "I may be able to provide . . . " The Three immediately shrieked, "A young child?" Duzinsky's reply was harsh and immediate, "Jorgensen, spin-up the autoDoc and get three intubation kits. "NO, NO, we takes it back, we takes it back! We only meant a Believin' child, not a Spartan one" shrieked The Three. "Which one of you should I de-gender and seal up first" said Duzinsky. "NO, NO, we takes it all back, we takes it ALL back" shrieked The Three with a fake cry of misery at the end.

The terror expressed by The Three brought a smile to Duzinsky. His threat provided the leverage he needed over The Three. Their gender was a necessary component of their obscene and dark practices. Surgically removing external gender features would fatally cripple those practices. Sealing referring to permanently closing all orifices and feeding all nutrition and removing all waste through abdominally places tubes. It was a brutal threat but it was one Duzinsky would carry out if pushed far enough, and The Three knew it.

WM1C Duzinsky was not a superstitious man. But he did consider that The Three could have some telekinetic power. Hence, the heavy portcullis and lifting machinery component removal. They might have some hypnotic power which would explain the computerized filtering of all communication. Not knowing if they were all powerful or just for show, he took no chances in containing The Three.

The Three had been prisoners rescued from the Usurper's capital base. The After Action Report had expressed befuddlement of how these three had survived. Perhaps they had some measure of control over the Usurper guards. Gaian witchcraft said the report. Lesbian Gaian witchcraft was the actual quote. Duzinsky knew that for a fact.

WM1C Duzinsky was not a superstitious man. His staff constructed a platform just outside the perimeter defenses. "Sacrificial alter" said The Three. The High Command questioned its placement and existence. Duzinsky convinced them it would be a distraction to the Usurpers and an opportunity for the useful elimination of The Three. A nod was given and nothing more said except that Duzinsky and his guards now would solely be responsible for the defense of this sector. All other Spartan troops would be redeployed. "Just great!" said Duzinsky rolling his eyes.

The Three were placed on the platform and provided with musical instruments and lighting as requested. Microphones with narrow band streaming were provided. The narrow band would prevent any Believer intelligence collection from gaining the signal. The signals were directed both due south and east from the platform.



The 6-4-2 Usurper Dragon Rover unit was in the van of the attack. Rush built at exorbitant cost at the captured Spartan base, it had expended 1/3 of its movement to reach its attack station. Sub-commander Grock was reconnoitering with the Big Eye the sector to his front. He fatefully zoomed in visually while uploading the directed audio feed. Watching and hearing The Three profoundly disturbed him. "Something . . . seriously . . . wrong . . ." he gasped out.

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The Dragon Rover unit veered the axis of the main attack to the northeast to avoid the platform. Feelings of nausea permeated the rovers. A depleted Usurper artillery unit panicked and brought Final Defensive Fire down upon the rovers. Over half the rovers lay twisted and destroyed on the battlefield but the effort was too great. Even though the defenders were too few to effectively continue the fight, the attackers could also do no more.

From the training command center, new troops poured out. The remaining rovers and their crews burned. The depleted artillery unit burned. The escorting infantry unit burned. The transports burned. The probe team burned. The attack former burned.

SPARTA . . . SPARTA . . . SPARTA . . . replaced the sound of The Three on the narrow beam communications.

WM1C Duzinsky was not a superstitious man. He was well read in classical Greek literature. Like Odysseus, his men could not hear the Sirens on the platform. Like Perseus and the Medusa, they only viewed The Three looking at their reflections in a mirror. The Three started to turn to the rear of the platform to demand their sacrifice. "Not going to happen" thought Duzinsky who suddenly took pity upon the young trembling Usurper who had drawn the short straw. Never again could anyone claim Duzinsky was without conscience or mercy. Duzinsky immediately gassed The Three with Knock-Out, a crowd control agent. The Three were returned to their original cells, unsatisfied and incomplete. "For emergency use . . . if necessary" thought SWM (Supreme Warden Master) Duzinsky. He still didn't know if The Three had any real power . . . or if the Usurpers were only equal in revulsion with the Spartans towards the Gaians.
 
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2170 . . . Usurper Command Authority . . . staff meeting.
Supreme Kommander Nev-ohnsk-ill-kong demands the report from the Kthulu Sea sector.
Sub-Kommander Bleaksoinkskonk nervously replies, "A disturbing report has been received."
The Supreme Kommander snaps back an immediate, "Quickly, or we will have to read your spilled entrails for clues!"
The Sub-Kommander just as quickly responds, "One of our Watchers, a Mauler Apprentice Grooksnaxx was found dead by his watch relief. Autopsy just came back with an overdose of Gronksnikl as the cause."
Supreme Kommander, "You consider the expiration of a Mauler Apprentice to be a disturbing report? Explain to me again why I appointed you to Sub-Kommander?"
Sub-Kommander, "The expired Mauler Apprentice is not disturbing but a waste of Usurper strength lost to lack of emotional control."
Supreme Kommander cast a fiery glance at his subordinate.
The Sub-Kommander continued his report, "Grooksnaxx's surveillance data was collected and reviewed by a field intelligence echelon. They believe its contents to be authentic.
Supreme Kommander demanded, "What contents?"
The Sub-Kommander responded, "It appears a mother ship arrived and evacuated the Spartans with some sort of bluish transport beam technology."
The Supreme Kommander was nearing a homicidal rage, "Appears????"
The Sub-Kommander gave a command and the nearest Vid Screen showed the story as previously described. "See the Spartan being lifted by the beam technology to the mother ship."

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"Even in their ignomineous retreat, the Spartans still honor the Usurpers as the number one faction on this planet. Notice how the Spartan communicates the Usurpers are number one with not just one hand, but with both hands. Progenitor emotion: Pride."
The Supreme Kommander screamed in response, "If the Spartans have a mother ship, then we are defenseless at the bottom of this planet's gravity well."

STORY TO BE CONTINUED
 

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Haven't had any time to LARP lately, very sad. But I'd say the image speaks for itself in this case.

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ITZ! First time I've gotten to use a nuke in PBEM, 12,000 proletarians liberated from the opiate of the masses. Merc's been rushing Flechette Defense Systems in all his bases (50% chance to shoot down a PB), but it was not done in time for this base.
 
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TROYTRON

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:argh:
Should've known I was going to get probed again. I had all those troops stacked up for another invasion of Merc's territory. All gone now. :(

Naturally, I nuked two more of his fat 25+ pop bases in retaliation just now.
:dealwithit:

Losing all those projects that I grabbed for free stings; no more free Bioenhancement Centres for easy Elites at marginal bases, and loss of Empath Guild means my plan for Diplo Victory is off the table. Although it wouldn't have worked anyway, as I forgot you need to exterminate all xenos before calling the vote. Weather Paradigm was pretty nice, but at least I already got a lot of value out of that with building mines everywhere.
 

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On that note, will praise my own mod. Rather than a bunch of junk bases, you have fewer bases but they actually matter. In the old mod or vanilla, you reach a point where turns take more than an hour. We reached a point in the midgame where TURNS were notably quicker and smoother because we didn't have to track a heap of rubbish. Even in our late game, when we had the factories to push out mass colony pods, new bases quickly became useful. That's not to say there weren't lessons learned. One of my goals was to make pop booming relatively less important by speeding up ordinary growth, so I've since made pop booming more difficult, along with other small improvements. Later, I'll make a long list of Brutal Dawn features and improvements and paste them in the main SMAC thread.

Post it
at least the mod
 

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