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We saw them long before they arrived. The Spatial Observation System orbiting mars picked them up first. Five black streaks in space that shouldn’t be there. A month later the Large European Telescope in brazil saw them again, obscuring alpha centauri. It was the germans who first really noticed it, their young AI program was tasked with image recognition tasks to sharpen its analytical skills. The five blurry images were marked as “artefacts”, and picked up by a technician working on the project. The images were passed up the chain, neighboring agencies consulted. Within 48 hours a global symposium called to coordinate world leaders. At that time it was decided that a public statement was needed. The leaders of the extraterrestrial colonies were notified as a matter of course. The news broke a mere week after the images had been identified. Given the differences between the two pictures, it was clear they’d be here within the year.  The Global Committee for Extraterrestrial Objects was quickly founded, tasked with coming up with methods of communication, and to hypothesize methods of defense. Everything that could possibly be used to track the objects, which had been designated MESSENGER 1-5, was tasked to it. A rushed construction project refurbished the Spatial Observation System into a much more advanced machine.  Details slowly came into focus. The ships were massive, the biggest, MESSENGER 4, was the size of Australia, the smallest *merely* the size of Oahu. While the shapes had already suggested that they were not mere meteorites, closer observation showed that they were obviously artificial in nature. They were sleek, and covered in grooves and spires whose function defied any understanding the observers had. With one exception, MESSENGER 2, which was a perfectly round sphere.  Efforts were made to communicate ahead of time. A dozen probes sent along likely paths. They’d intercept only days out of the solar system. We didn’t at the time understand how they defied the light-speed limit, only that they seemed to move much faster than they should be able to, that our telescopes could see them for an instant and reacquire them a few light minutes away only seconds later. Despite this, every effort was made to prepare to communicate with them. Radio messages of friendship beamed on their expected approach, a manned vessel placed right outside the kuiper belt, crewed by an elite team of translators, scientists and anthropologists, equipped with every bit of communication equipment we could think of.  Other precautions were taken. On mars, project AEGIS begun, assembling two dozen ground to space railguns, starting with the prototype HERCULES. It was projected that they’d be done by the time the first MESSENGER object entered the system. That would prove to be far too optimistic a hypothesis. On the moon, vast shelters were built, enough, they hoped to shelter the whole population from an orbital bombardment. Having begun as a military base during the Second Cold War, the moon was accustomed to preparing for utter annihilation at a moment's notice. On earth, the coalition government decided on a more proactive approach. If the aliens were hostile, we’d fight them off away from earth. For that purpose every single orbital shipyard was tasked to begin construction of military vessels. A draft was started. Keranos, originally just a science base in earth orbit was retrofitted to become the place that would coordinate it all. By the time MESSENGER entered the system, as many ships as earth could assemble would be waiting, just in case. Among civilians, there was a tense atmosphere, some believed this was the end. Suicides and cult membership skyrocketed. Some nations took isolationist policies and begun working on their own projects, from orbital weapons to deep vaults. A religious revival swept through the people of earth, including such movements as The Church of the Second Coming, and the House of The Seventh Lord, both with opposing apocalyptic bents. Theories as to what the MESSENGER objects were ran rampant. Some thought the aliens would be friendly, others that they were von neumann machines set to destroy us, yet others maintained that they weren’t headed to earth at all. In the end, it was all nothing more than speculation on the scant facts available. Quite a few preparations were undertaken in secret. The US government built a massive set of bunkers for their elected officials, in an act that never saw the light of day. Some megacorporations, using their funds and leverage, assembled massive seed ships, designed to flee into the stars in secret, and be a final hope for humanity.  So it was that humanity waited with bated breath for the MESSENGER objects to enter the solar system. Three months before they were scheduled to arrive, things started to go wrong. One after another the MESSENGER objects disappeared from our careful gaze. Everything was thrown into disarray. For a week, humanity wondered what had happened. Had we scared them off? Had we defeated the alien menace? Were they just trapped in an extradimensional space? All these doubts were settled a week later, when the first MESSENGER object MESSENGER 1, reappeared a light hour out from mars. While what exactly happened is still impossible to discern due to the blinding flash that followed, one thing was clear, mars was *shattered*, over a third of the planet was gone. Vaporized. MESSENGER 1 begun to extend strange unidentified tendrils of mass towards the planet, in a crude process that the media quickly labeled as feeding. In the asteroid belt, Admiral Chang Ho, was forced to make a quick decision. Merely a minute after witnessing the vaporization of mars, the Unified Fleet of Humanity begun to accelerate towards MESSENGER 1… You are: A. Captain Hang Feng, of the Light Support Destroyer Achilles. Your ship is a state of the art Electronic Warfare ship, and your mission during this attack is to stay cloaked, and gather as much information on the alien vessel as possible. Your single battery of missiles wouldn’t contribute much anyway… B. Rear Admiral Eloise Derringer, in charge of the Artemis, the vessel supposed to communicate with the aliens located in the Kupier belt. You have a whole suite of communications gear, a bunch of eggheads, and… not a single weapon. C. “Captian” John Carter of the Seed Vessel: Himmellicht. Funded and built by the european megaconglomerate of corporations, it houses 10000 lucky investors and stockholders. The vessel departed earth orbit two standard months ago, going fully dark after leaving. The rushed construction and “everything including the kitchen sink” nature of the ship means you’re not even sure of what the vessel has on board. D. Sara Wittel, Second In Command of the Seed Vessel New Life: A secret project by the US government, you’re fortunately not in charge. The vessel is as state of the art as a giant ship assembled in six months can be. As MESSENGER 1 obliterates mars, your captain orders you to punch the experimental FLT drive… E. High Chaplian Captian Heronimous Bosch of the Seed Vessel: Judgement. Funded by the obscenely popular and well funded “Church of the Heavenly Vengance”, you have aboard as many faithful as you could cram on board! You set out when the Emissaries of the Dark One vanished, because that was the Sign of Their Coming! Now they’ll punish all the sinners as you and the faithful escape. Your ship may be technologically deficient, and built with spit and ducttape, but your Faith will see you through! F. Head Administrator Chang Foo of the Hidden Hope. Funded by the Chinese Union, a small, hidden base was established in one of Jupiters moons, it contains 20000 souls, and you’re in charge of keeping them alive in this *supposedly* self contained and self sustaining system. G. I have a brilliant idea! Write in! I will warn you if the idea you select is… doomed or at least unlikely to make it out of the first few posts of the game, I will let you know. The options I’ve listed here have the largest chance at survival, at least in the immediate future. When we know *who* we are, we’ll do a series of flashbacks to hash out some details. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to From the Darkness, a Choose Your Own Adventure game. I’m going to take a page from Diogines and steal his explanation of how CYOA’s work: Diogines posted:The format of the game is simple. I will lay out the scenario and offer options to proceed with. You can always propose an alternate path to pick. The most popular choice will be picked. We are not, as of right now using the vote counter, however, for my sanity please Indicate votes by typing the following in bold before your vote ##Vote Question Number Preference1;Preference2;Preference3. for example quote:Well, obviously the space witch is going to teach us space magic! Duh! Votes not in this format may not be counted, *especially* if we wind up using the vote counter. If you enjoy this game, but lament that there isn’t enough to read/vote on, check out the master list of CYOAs A final rule. Please be nice to each other. This is all, enjoy. TheCog fucked around with this message at 07:06 on Mar 1, 2016 |
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##Vote: A;D Spaaaace.
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##Vote 1. A, B; D; F; Space Whale Ralith fucked around with this message at 04:16 on Mar 1, 2016 |
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##Vote 1. E Come on, how can I not bullet vote the Hieronymus Bosch option?
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##Vote: 1.G;B;A;D;F;C;E G: Rear Admiral Steven Ortega, at Athena Base on Saturn's moon Enceladus. Athena Base is an often overlooked facility which serves as a research facility and a military outpost. You share command of Athena Base with a civilian, Doctor Haile Selassie. When the Messanger's arrived Athena Base supported three "large" vessels. These were the Robert Copeland, an aging exploration vessel that's used as an orbital laboratory; The Leon Kintberger, a general utility cutter sent to Enceladus for it's shake-down cruise; and the Ernest Evans, a mothballed frigate which was hurriedly reactivated and upgraded and sent to Enceladus ahead of the Messenger's arrival.
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Oh. Oh yes. ##Vote 1. B;A;C Intelligence, information, and luck respectively.
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This sounds fun. ##Vote 1. D;C;F For my F we are the AI aboard the research vessel 'Lithium Flower' one of the first to observe the invasion and presumed destroyed. However, our self-repair systems have just brought us back online with a limited automated production suite, and a whole bunch of dead crew, their last brainscans in storage.
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Voting is closed. Looks like A wins. Update forthcoming.
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Please listen to this Everyone in the fleet witnessed it. They'd been at battle-stations for a week. A miserable week of rancid uniforms, sleeping weird hours, and waiting for action. Any action. A wish many would regret. They all saw it, the destruction of mars, the massive MESSANGER ship that dwarfed any in the fleet by several orders of magnitude. No one was surprised then, when instants later the Admiral appeared on screen, as haggard as you would expect a man who had been awake for the better part of a week to be, and simply said. "You've all seen it. Now we fight.". Words that sent chills down your spine. Words that confirmed the reality of the situation.  On that word, the forty seven ships of the Unified Fleet of Humanity initiated a full burn. Following a defensive contingency that had been planned out months ago. Case Red. You watched the forty seven bright red streaks on your screen, the blip of increasing acceleration, as your engines remained quiet and silent In the days that would follow you would replay that moment in your head again and again. The forty seven ships. Their names bliping above each ship. Demeter. Gorgon. Aschalus. Perseus. Names that you'd see in your nightmares. You see them, advancing inches on your screen that represent hundreds thousands of kilometers in the darkness of space. By the time the fleet approached at mars, the planet was more of a small moon than a planet. It had been peeled, layer by layer. If anyone had survived the initial attack, they were certainly dead now. Though admiral Ho would never know, not a single evacuation vessel had managed to break the surface of mars. In a matter of minutes, the planet had died for the second time. You watched, and so did the bridge, silently, stoically. Knowing that every bit of data you picked up was exactly 22.4 minutes late. That whatever happened, you were too late to interfere. You had a job, to learn, to record, to help the fleet be ready next time. Without knowing how they targeted, how they fought, there was no use in a suit of advanced cloaking devices and electronic counter measures. The Achilles' ability to put out a fleet of decoys served no purpose without knowing what the enemy looked for. No, the logic in your orders was sound. Still, as you watched the fleet approach, a deep regret welled in your heart... The dread broke, finally, as the ships entered range. Leading, at a velocity a little over a third of the speed of light, were the light destroyers Gorgon and Medusa. They were point ships, quick, nimble, designed with dense point defense to shield against the rain of missiles that the Martian War had taught us was king. In the lead, they were expected to tease out a barrage of fire, so that the point defense of the other ships could adjust. They had not slowed, their goal being to enter the envelope of fire and overshoot, speed and defense as a substitute for evasion and deceit.  It was not to be. Both destroyers were met with lances of energy. It was not visible on the light spectrum, other than the bright blue radiance as it ate through the anti-radiation shields in an instant. That, and the trail of debris where the destroyers had been. An audible gasp, from someone in the bridge of the Achilles. The radiation from the beams was... overwhelming, even at this distance, readouts flashed recording every iota of information. Admiral Ho, did not stutter or hesitate. Foolish, perhaps, but necessary against an inevitable adversary . A gasp of agony in your chest, you watch the fleet pivot, and accelerate, breaking away from a carefully designed defensive envelope, a defense in depth that is ready to accept salvos, into a kind of... cone, designed to shield steel with steel. The Thanatos would be the next ship to go, a Heavy Cruiser, four light seconds out from missile range. The twelve seconds it took the fleet to cut the distance between the range of the beams and the range of their missiles were painful, agonizing. In the first second, it was Thanatos, and Demeter, a heavy cruiser and a missile frigate that had moved out of the cone In the second, Belesarius and Archimides. Heavy destroyers both, retrofitted from the Martian War. In the third, Persphone and Hades, twin battleships, crewed by twin captains.  In the fourth, admiral Ho and his command staff, aboard the Tethys the sole Armaggedon class battleship and the Eros, a Light Destroyer tasked with covering the Tethys In the fifth, Palas and Athena, Cruisers. It had been five seconds, but the time felt infinite, the destruction endless. You felt tears, and a dark numbness. You'd known those men and women. But there wasn't time to mourn. In the sixth, Styx and Theia, Pocket Battleships. In the seventh Perseus and Eos, Destroyers In the eight, Selene and Gartion. Destroyers. In the ninth Talos and Typhon. Heavy Cruisers. In the tenth, Ania, Lupe, and Ino. Missile Frigates and a Heavy Destoyer. In the eleventh, Elps, Eris and Psyche. Missile Frigates In the twelfth, Zelos, Castor and Techne. Destroyers.  Finally, with more than half the fleet gone, with your heart in your mouth, they fired. A salvo from maximum range from the surviving eighteen ships. They knew. You knew. They would not survive this. Even accelerating to a fraction of light speed, it would take the missiles almost 15 seconds to reach their target. In that time, every last ship of the fleet would be dead. In that single second though, the brilliance of the admiral was displayed. He'd saved as many missile tubes as possible, by exposing less well armed ships to the enemy. It hadn't been perfect, but the two Broadside class battleships had survived, with 32 tubes a piece, each able to put out a broadside of five missiles in a second before engaging continuous fire mode. 1247 missiles fired in a single instant, a cloud of death. In a conventional engagement, both sides would now dance away, trying to survive the missiles, and inflict hits, the battle wearing on the enemies ammunition as well as durability. Things like ECM and chaff would become vitally important. This was not this type of battle. Instead, the remaining ships advanced recklessly, reloading tubes and firing, putting out as much fire as they could as they were swatted from the cosmos, armor, and point defense, and life pods meaningless before the careless avatar of destruction that faced them. Even as they died though, over a thousand missiles accelerated towards the MESSENGER, a vengeful, stinging cloud, eager to die, and in dying avenge their masters. Five of the ships of the Unified Fleet of Humanity would experience the despair of seeing the missiles torn apart by beams, before slamming, shuddering, into some invisible thing. A wall of force. It was not there, and then suddenly it was. Again the radiation readings were strange. Different. This was good data. This was no consolation to the Lamia, Nyx, Aschalus, Orphne and Minos as they died, watching their cloud of thousands of missiles become but a lazy dozen. But a dozen they were, that made it through the barrier, streaking towards the body of the beast, cruel harpoons. Harpoons that could not peirce the flesh of the mighty behemoth. In less than thirty seconds, the battle had concluded. You sat there, for an instant, having watched the might of humanity wiped out. You saw, and certainly, too, saw the citizens of the earth, the courage of their defenders, impotent before the implacable advance of one of these MESSENGERS. Unable to even scratch the surface of the monster. The silence of despair hangs on the bridge, a curtain, a sincere wish that this is just a dream. But the bitterness in your mouth tells you it most certainly isn't. 1. You're the captain, your mission, as assigned, has concluded. You: A. Are possessed by a bout of temporary inanity. Gripped by grief and rage and fury, you order a full burn towards MESSENGER 1, two tubes of missiles, designed for firing ECM and decoys, and a swathe of point defense pods your only weapons, you will charge the vessel that has destroyed 47 other combat ships in the span of under a minute. You will die. B. You're crushed. Terrified. Paralyzed. You sit there, staring, slack jawed at the screen. C. You're done. Humanity is done. Before anyone can react, pull out your sidearm and put a bullet in your head. D. Sob. Sob for the thousands of men and women who have died defending earth, and for the cruel fate that now probably awaits humanity. E. Rage. Froth at the mouth. Raise your hands to the sky and curse the cruel uncaring God that has let this come to pass. Scream. Smash your console. F. E, but until someone subdues and sedates me. G. Spring to action. Time is of the essence. The communication lag between you and earth using tight beam communication is around 35 minutes. You're going to risk it and contact high command for orders. There's a slight risk that communicating reveals your location to MESSENGER 1. H. You're not going to communicate with high command. The risk is too great, and frankly, earth is probably going to have a similar fate to mars. You're getting out of here. You'll pick *where* once you're confident you can make it out of the system. I. H, but you want to stop at Agrippa. Agrippa is the main supply hub for the fleet in the asteroid belt, and while its crewed by a skeleton crew, that's still a few hundred people. Not to mention a ton of supplies. Stop there, decide what you want to grab and then head out. You are currently the ranking officer on the asteroid belt, you will probably be obeyed. J. H but you want to stop at the Callisto Science Facility on the moon of Jupiter, Callisto. You'll pick up civilians and supplies there, and then head out. K. You're going to continue your mission! To observe! You're going to sit here and see what happens next. L. You think you can parley with MESSENGER 1. Open your radio on all frequencies and hail MESSENGER 1, while setting out towards it. M. You don't know what to do. Converge a officers meeting, in your quarters. Get the opinions of those closet to you and who you trust. If time is an issue, this will cost you valuable minutes. N. As M, but just consult everyone on the bridge. This is... not great for morale, consulting is fine, but in crisis the Captain is supposed to be capable of decisive action. It will be faster though. O. Write in! I have a different, brilliant idea! P. H, but I want to stop at both Agrippa and Callisto Some details that might be relevant: Your ship is a top of the line Electronic Warfare Light Destroyer, crewed by just shy of 200 military personnel. Storage space is not vast (and we're not going to be dealing with absolute numbers here, because I don't really want to track them, but if it becomes really important I'll break out the calculator and spreadsheets), and is mostly taken up by missiles and supplies to keep your crew fed for up to a year. Backup cryosleep procedures can make this stretch out longer, although the mortality rate will be a real issue. Your chance of taking out MESSENGER 1 given what you've just seen are about on par with your chances of managing to restore mars using a shovel and some spit. Your maximum acceleration is around half the speed of light. Its possible to amp that up, but the cold fusion nuclear power plant that powers the ship won't like that, nor will the hull, nor will the crew. 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Mar 1, 2016 19:31
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K. The more data we get, the better the odds we can make a difference by later getting that data to Earth.
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##Vote 1. A gently caress these aliens. Time to get killed or die trying!
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##Vote 1. P;J;I;H We can scan while tactically retreating. Let's save as much as we can, and not waste our resources against an indestructible foe. AKA run the hell away. Edit: Changed vote to include going to both potential loot sources. Elfface fucked around with this message at 17:25 on Mar 2, 2016 |
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Right, Earth is hosed. Scatter and begin the insurgency. People are more precious than supplies (to a point obviously, a ship of starved corpses helps no one). Accordingly: ##Vote 1. P;J;I Not Alex fucked around with this message at 19:09 on Mar 3, 2016 |
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Yeah, Earth is probably hosed, why shouldn't return there. Maybe another Messenger will pop up over there in a few minutes and eat it. Maybe this one will move itself over there when he is done with Mars. But we have no way of knowing. I want to stay here and get some info. Small chance that Mars was all "they" wanted and now they will communicate with Earth? We die, tough poo poo, we continue as another character (right TheCog). The chinese guy in Jupiter sounds cool. But nowhere in the system is safe, from what we have seen so far. Are there colonies in other stars? Is interstellar travel a thing?
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Mr. Nemo posted:Yeah, Earth is probably hosed, why shouldn't return there. Maybe another Messenger will pop up over there in a few minutes and eat it. Maybe this one will move itself over there when he is done with Mars. But we have no way of knowing. I want to stay here and get some info. Small chance that Mars was all "they" wanted and now they will communicate with Earth? We die, tough poo poo, we continue as another character (right TheCog). The chinese guy in Jupiter sounds cool. But nowhere in the system is safe, from what we have seen so far. I don't yet know what we'll do if we die. I suppose it depends on how we die. Interstellar travel: Its a thing insofar as its possible. Alpha Centauri is about 5 light years out, modern hulls can sustain a strain of about 0.6 the speed of light at best. Trips to Alpha Centauri take about ten years as a result. People have *tried* to establish extra-solar colonies, notably fringe groups that were discontent with the situation in the solar system, but with mars and the moon being the central colonization efforts, and resources in the solar system being abundant enough to continue to support the population, no one has established any permanent, big colonies outside of the solar system. Its possible, although unknown, that some of the isolationist movements that left in generation ships, or cryoships have established themselves in the neighboring star systems, but if they have, they never sent word. Odds are, they died. Space is harsh and unforgiving. Habitable planets are rare, as far as you can tell. As for FTL? No one has developed that technology. Rumors persist that different earth governments have developed FTL, or gate systems, but if they have, you don't know, and they're certainly not in common use. Given that you're now the ranking officer.... short of Earth probably, you could get access to that information, if it exists, and they have it, at either Agrippa or Callisto. Right now, if your plan is "run as far away as possible as fast as possible" your best bet is to put all crew except the essentials in cryosleep, which will leave you with 10-20 awake crew, and run to any nearby star, such as Alpha Centauri. Food will just about last you that long, and the trip will take roughly a decade. Then hope that you can contact any isolationist colonies that may live there, or that you stumble upon their remains and that those remains contain the capability to feed you somehow. Depending on how you manage cryosleep and the skeleton crew there are ways to stretch your food supplies further. If you're *truly* desperate and willing to commit atrocities, well, the supplies can stretch. Stopping to grab supplies before running means a chance to grab supplies that will possibly allow you to be self sufficient, at the cost of time, possibly being detected, and possibly having to pick up more people. Whether picking up more people is good or bad, is very definitely a judgement call. If your plan is to hang out in the system observing, you're currently equipped to stay here, virtually undetectable (as far as you know) running at full capacity for a little over a year. (Give or take)
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Ralith posted:Why are we discussing acceleration limits in terms of lightspeed? What stops us from continuing to accelerate past any given threshold? Hull integrity and relativity. You start accelerating past a certain speed, and you're going to hit a micrometeorite or equally small fragment of something, that's going to rip right past your anti-impact shields and tear a hole in you. Kinetic energy is .5mv^2, even a small mass, at a high velocity can do a lot of damage. Space is full of micrometiorites, and if you go fast enough, even something the size of a speck of dust can do a ton of damage. For example, at 2/3s the speed of light, you're going at 200,000 km per second. That's 200,000,000 m/s. assume you run into a rock that weighs one gram. A joule is a kg*m^2/s^2. A gram is .001 kg. Apply .5mv^2. Thats 2 * 10^13 joules of energy. Thats 20 terrajoules. Or about the third of what the hiroshima explosion released. If we increase that to a single kilogram, its 20000 TJ. Or about 266 times the hiroshima bomb. Now, iterate this thousands of times over a multi year trip. Its not survivable. A metiorote weighing a kg would be roughly the size of a pineapple. I won't get into relativity in this post because its confusing and hard to explain without going into a lot of detail.
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RandomPauI posted:Could we stop by both bases? Sure, I'll edit in an option Edit: both bases is now option P TheCog fucked around with this message at 23:10 on Mar 1, 2016 |
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Even though several of the starting options were "People running as far away as possible" I'd like to assume the Solar System is not doomed. Sitting in Alpha Centauri until the whatever the hell those things are decide to go there is not very fun. And I doubt we'd be able to develop technology to stop them if we go outside the System, even with our info, with a crew of a few hundred and enough supplies for years at most.
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Yeah, leaving the solar system is a last-ditch, I'm thinking once we've Even from this limited interaction, we know a few things. They have no interest in returning our calls, they shatter and eat planets but if they just want mineral wealth they take out the occupied planets first. Our weapons do nothing, they could ignore our ships but they destroy them anyway. If we are going to flee the system, let's at least try and follow one of the seed ships, tweak our time-dialation to arrive about twenty years after them so we either arrive to a functioning colony, or one that burned itself down and we can pick up the pieces.
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P, stop by both bases. They both still might have usable spacecraft too allowing us to form something of a crude convoy or armada.
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##Vote 1. P+M Stop by both bases, and use the information to confer with the officers. Morale is going to be low, so present the situation to the crew. Current orders, current situation, and the plan moving forward. Present strength.
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##vote 1. G, K It would be an insult to their sacrifice to not make the absolute most of our position.
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Probably no update today as I have D&D and that leaves me drained. I believe J is currently winning. If there are any questions I'll address them tonight
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I've edited my vote to be for visiting both stations, though I think we should hit the science post first. They might be able to sort out hydroponics for us, and if we're going to need to stockpile food, we're going to need to grow it too.
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Ralith posted:It would be an insult to their sacrifice to not make the absolute most of our position. ##vote 1. G, K Cowardice does not become us.
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##Vote 1. G, P
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