War In Heaven (OOC|Semi-Closed|Sci-Fi|Mature)

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

What are the odds of Lester Q. Hallmark going nuts due to PTSD? Given the image, I say it's really likely.

Odds of succeeding in the defense of the planet?

I also edited my app again.

Probably suicidal. Not gonna lie.

The MI landing on Klendathu had better odds.

[Walrusvylon]

Name: Werner Fleming
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Werner is quite gangly, somewhat resembling a scarecrow. His unkempt golden hair reached all the way down to his shoulders before he was forced to shave his head when he was drafted. His amber eyes are deeply embedded in his face, which appears as if it was chiseled from stone. His skin is as pale as snow, as little sunlight was able to penetrate the dark cloud of pollutants that hung over where he lived. He has not shaved his face once, and thus sports a walrus mustache and small beard.

Height: 71 inches; 180 centimers
Weight: 207 pounds; 94 kilograms
Biography:

Werner was born in the highly industrialized city of Berlin Germany. He grew up surrounded by the noxious smell of smog and the neverending noise of machines pounding away. His parents were both slaughtered in a horrific industrial accident when he was 13, their bodies incinerated by an enormous propane gas explosion.

With nobody to take care of him, Werner was forced to fend for himself, living on the streets. Going to an orphanage was not an option— no such things existed anymore. He got a job in an explosives factory, making barely enough cash to scrape by, although it did give him a proficient knowledge of explosives. Life was miserable for him, every day a struggle.

Living on the streets taught Werner how to think on his feet. He formed an emotional shell around his mind to protect himself, realizing that the only person he could count on was himself. Slowly, it dawned on him that with no life and no family, he would be drafted as soon as he reached the minumum age of 16. And yet, he was not afraid to die.

RP Examples:

Gandalf had greatly enjoyed his vacation in the Undying Lands. (Also called Aman, or Valinor. This is where they go when they sail into the West at the end of the Return of the King.) It was much needed, as he had spent about 2,000 years in Middle-Earth before returning to Aman. But his vacation would be short lived...

Gandalf was relaxing in the Gardens of Lórien, the most beautiful place in Valinor, which was also where he dwelt before he was sent to Middle-Earth. The land was decorated by many trees with silver leaves and needles, which hung over enchanting pools of water. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and the air was filled with the songs of nightingales and the aroma of the various flowers that dotted the landscape.

He was glad to be back. Gandalf blew into his pipe, producing a large smoke ring that fluttered about, changing from one color to another. After blowing smoke rings for a while, he grew sleepy, and a yawn escaped his lips. He soon nodded off to sleep under the stars.

When Gandalf woke up, he saw that he was not in the same place where he went to sleep. Above him was a black, starless, sky. Standing up, he found himself in a seemingly infinitely spanning cityscape, with dark skyscrapers that reached up to the heavens and never seemed to stop. (Metropolis) On his left side stood his white horse, Shadowfax. The ground was littered with broken glass, abandoned vehicles, and newspapers written in a language that he could not recognize. The roads were cracked and withered, and the elevated highways and railways were in a state of disrepair.

In all his years, Gandalf had never experienced anything quite like this. There were so many things that he had never seen before: How could buildings be so unfathomably tall? What were these metal things with wheels? Why were there no stars? How did his horse get here? He was utterly baffled and very curious as to what this place was and how he got here, and also quite pissed that his vacation was so abruptly interrupted.

"Hello, is anyone there?" he cried out. "Where am I, and what is this place!"

Followers -
Males: Larry, Barry, Harry, Gary
Females: Mary, Kari, Sheri, Perry

Eru was deeply troubled, for he had no way to keep his follower's bellies filled. The berry bushes were exhausted, and they would not be enough to sustain his people. He gazed far and wise across the face of Godshome, searching for a source of food. Suddenly, a large field of wheat caught his eye. Seeing that this wheat sustained the many villages that surrounded it, he knew that it could sustain his people also, if they had access to it. Unfortunately, it was too far away for his followers to harvest. Eru also saw that the field was barren of trees, and thus the villages that surrounded it would be in need of wood. He also recalled that there was a forest to the east of his village. And then the solution occurred to Eru, as plain as day of before him: The villages surrounding the wheat field needed wood, and his people needed food, and thus he would trade them lumber in exchange for wheat! He rejoiced greatly, for he was very pleased with his brilliance.

"Hear me, and obey!" he exclaimed joyfully to his followers. "You must travel to the forests to the west of here. I shall give my next command when you arrive there," he told to Harry, Barry, Larry, and Gary. "You shall ponder my wisdom, and use it to devise new technologies," he told to Mary and Kari. "You shall pray to me, for I require more faith," he told to Sheri and Perry. They did as he commanded, trusting in his wisdom.

Soon enough, Harry, Barry, Larry, and Gary arrived at the forest. They marveled at the trees, feeling their rough bark, for they had never seen a tree up close until now. Larry tried to eat a tree, which did not end well for him. After Larry finished spitting out bark, Eru gave his next instructions: "You shall climb up a tree, and break off as many branches as you can from them, dropping each branch onto the ground," he told to Barry and Harry.

After a while, a large pile of branches had accumulated. "Cease your collection of branches," Eru commanded, seeing that Barry and Harry were tired. "You shall gather acorns from the ground and then return home to rest," he told to Barry and Harry. They collected the acorns from the ground and returned home, wondering why Eru wanted them to do this. "You shall grab as much branches as you can carry, and travel to where I guide you," he told to Gary and Larry, who began collecting the branches, and then set off.

Eventually, Gary and Larry arrived at the lovely and prosperous village of the Maenads, which Eru had steered them towards. "Tell them that you are here to trade wood in exchange for their wheat," he said to Larry.

Larry obeyed, and spoke: "We have brought wood, which we will trade in exchange for wheat. What say you?" he cried. He then paused, awaiting a response.

2 followers collect wood and acorns.
2 followers pray.
2 followers generate innovation.
2 followers bring the wood to the village of the Maenads.

Seated on his silver throne decorated with luxurious pillows, the Wise Man stroked his immensely long, fancifully styled beard with his left hand, as he was left-handed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. He wore a plain white toga, and no shoes, as was customary, and had a handlebar mustache. On the index finger of his left hand was a lovely silver ring. A crown of silver adorned the bird’s nest of grey-tinged ginger hair atop his head. In his right hand he held a silver scepter decorated with intricate engravings. The torchlight danced about the planked walls of the room, which was empty save the throne that he sat on, and a large, round window overlooking the port city of Eglarest. The steward, Faramund entered the room. He had a walrus mustache, and wore an olive green toga, which was the same color as his eyes, and a leather belt with a silver buckle, which his curly brown beard was tucked into. Sensing his presence, the Wise Man’s eyelids snapped open, revealing a pair of deep-set, storm grey eyes.
“The preparations for the voyage are in order, sire,” informed Faramund. “It is time to depart.” The Wise Man stood up.
“Very well,” he replied. “You shall stay behind and look after Umbar while I am away, as is your duty. We will be off now.” The Wise Man and Faramund exited the room, and walked down the hallway, which opened into many rooms on either side, and was dug into the side of the hill at the highest point of the highest hill in Eglarest. Faramund opened the round door at the beginning of the hallway, and they stepped outside into the city of Eglarest. Eglarest was located on the eastern side of the Bosphorus strait, and was built into several large hills, which every building was carved into. Each hill had 4 levels, which were connected by a large flight of stairs. Farmers lived outside of the city. Other manual laborers, mainly silver-miners and silver-smelters, dockworkers, and fishermen lived on the bottom level of the hill. On the second level lived the craftsmen and artisans, mostly blacksmiths, jewelers, potters, bakers, and clothiers. Thus, the markets were located on the second level. On the third level lived the scholars, primitive versions of mathematicians, philosophers, scientists, and engineers. Finally, on the 4 and highest level lived the Wise Man. It was a windy summer day, good for sailing, and the air was filled with the smell of salt and the cries of gulls.
"A fine day, is it not?" said The Wise Man.
"Indeed, it is a lovely day," replied Faramund. They walked down the large flight of stairs that ran up the hill, and arrived at the docks, where all the people of Eglarest were gathered to watch the departure of the ship. The crowd parted to make way for them. Collette, the master shipwright, was already there, along with several other ambassadors, about 30 large, muscular, men, and about 20 sailors. Collette had amber brown eyes and the same color hair, which was braided and reached down to her feet, and she also smelled somewhat foul. She wore a light brown toga and a beret. As usual, her clothes were dirty, covered in sawdust and stains. It was sunset, and the water shone beautifully in the sunlight. There was a beautifully engineered ship moored to the pier, which had been designed by Collette, and would be sent on the voyage. The Wise Man stood next to Collette, and Faramund joined the crowd. The Wise Man then turned to adress the crowd.
“Today, we leave on our first diplomatic mission!” he exclaimed. “We are embarking on a journey to Akopienos, to negotiate a formal alliance for our mutual benefit. This will mark the beginning of a golden age of exploration and expansion!” The crowd clapped and cheered, obviously pleased, and excitement and anticipation were in the air. The Wise Man, Collette, and the rowers and sailors then walked across the gangplank, in single file. Once they were all on the boat, they raised the gangplank, and the crew waved goodbye to the people of Eglarest, who waved back, cheering. The sails were raised, and they sailed off into the sunset, bound for Akopienos.
…
The Wise Man’s meditation was interrupted by a cry of “Land ho!” from Collette. He rushed up the stairs and onto the deck of the ship, nearly tripping on his beard. It was the middle of the night, but sure enough, his old eyes could barely make out a city on the horizon. Finally, after traveling west for about 2 days along the coast of Umbar, they had arrived at Akopienos. It was not of Umbar, as made evident by the architecture. The entire crew stood on the deck, chatting amongst themselves. After sailing for about another ½ hour, they reached the shores of Akiopienos, and the entire crew was anxious to land. However, before they could let down the gangplank, they were approached by armed guards.
"We come in peace!" shouted the Wise Man. "As you can see, we bring no weapons, and have only 1 ship. We wish to negotiate a formal alliance with Akopienos, and have brought silver to trade. We would appreciate it if you took us to your leader, whom we also have a gift for, so we may conduct the negotiations." He then paused, awaiting a response.

[Vukmire]

No one can effectively guess what happens if we lose the war. Either genocide, slavery, or we go full Wiemar.

I, for one, welcome our new Alien Overlords.

http://imgur.com/LEcYAdv

[Dormill and Stiura]

What are the odds of Lester Q. Hallmark going nuts due to PTSD? Given the image, I say it's really likely.

Probably suicidal. Not gonna lie.

The MI landing on Klendathu had better odds.

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

What are the odds of Lester Q. Hallmark going nuts due to PTSD? Given the image, I say it's really likely.


The MI landing on Klendathu had better odds.

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

In the book. In the movie, they literally just sent in hordes of Infantry. THOSE guys had better odds than we do.

[Tayner]

So, what's the battlefield terrain like? Wil it mostly be a big muddy feild with craters and foxholes scattered about, or will there be ridge lines with enemy snipers and hills with em placed weapons we need to capture?

I could invision a trench warfare scenario that takes place a few miles outside of a city that has strategic value, therefore has to be secured by hostile infantry.

[Anowa]

Name: Werner Fleming
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Werner is quite gangly, somewhat resembling a scarecrow. His unkempt golden hair reached all the way down to his shoulders before he was forced to shave his head when he was drafted. His amber eyes are deeply embedded in his face, which appears as if it was chiseled from stone. His skin is as pale as snow, as little sunlight was able to penetrate the dark cloud of pollutants that hung over where he lived. He has not shaved his face once, and thus sports a walrus mustache and small beard.

Height: 71 inches; 180 centimers
Weight: 207 pounds; 94 kilograms
Biography:

Werner was born in the highly industrialized city of Berlin Germany. He grew up surrounded by the noxious smell of smog and the neverending noise of machines pounding away. His parents were both slaughtered in a horrific industrial accident when he was 13, their bodies incinerated by an enormous propane gas explosion.

With nobody to take care of him, Werner was forced to fend for himself, living on the streets. Going to an orphanage was not an option— no such things existed anymore. He got a job in an explosives factory, making barely enough cash to scrape by, although it did give him a proficient knowledge of explosives. Life was miserable for him, every day a struggle.

Living on the streets taught Werner how to think on his feet. He formed an emotional shell around his mind to protect himself, realizing that the only person he could count on was himself. Slowly, it dawned on him that with no life and no family, he would be drafted as soon as he reached the minumum age of 16. And yet, he was not afraid to die.

RP Examples:

Gandalf had greatly enjoyed his vacation in the Undying Lands. (Also called Aman, or Valinor. This is where they go when they sail into the West at the end of the Return of the King.) It was much needed, as he had spent about 2,000 years in Middle-Earth before returning to Aman. But his vacation would be short lived...

Gandalf was relaxing in the Gardens of Lórien, the most beautiful place in Valinor, which was also where he dwelt before he was sent to Middle-Earth. The land was decorated by many trees with silver leaves and needles, which hung over enchanting pools of water. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and the air was filled with the songs of nightingales and the aroma of the various flowers that dotted the landscape.

He was glad to be back. Gandalf blew into his pipe, producing a large smoke ring that fluttered about, changing from one color to another. After blowing smoke rings for a while, he grew sleepy, and a yawn escaped his lips. He soon nodded off to sleep under the stars.

When Gandalf woke up, he saw that he was not in the same place where he went to sleep. Above him was a black, starless, sky. Standing up, he found himself in a seemingly infinitely spanning cityscape, with dark skyscrapers that reached up to the heavens and never seemed to stop. (Metropolis) On his left side stood his white horse, Shadowfax. The ground was littered with broken glass, abandoned vehicles, and newspapers written in a language that he could not recognize. The roads were cracked and withered, and the elevated highways and railways were in a state of disrepair.

In all his years, Gandalf had never experienced anything quite like this. There were so many things that he had never seen before: How could buildings be so unfathomably tall? What were these metal things with wheels? Why were there no stars? How did his horse get here? He was utterly baffled and very curious as to what this place was and how he got here, and also quite pissed that his vacation was so abruptly interrupted.

"Hello, is anyone there?" he cried out. "Where am I, and what is this place!"

Followers -
Males: Larry, Barry, Harry, Gary
Females: Mary, Kari, Sheri, Perry

Eru was deeply troubled, for he had no way to keep his follower's bellies filled. The berry bushes were exhausted, and they would not be enough to sustain his people. He gazed far and wise across the face of Godshome, searching for a source of food. Suddenly, a large field of wheat caught his eye. Seeing that this wheat sustained the many villages that surrounded it, he knew that it could sustain his people also, if they had access to it. Unfortunately, it was too far away for his followers to harvest. Eru also saw that the field was barren of trees, and thus the villages that surrounded it would be in need of wood. He also recalled that there was a forest to the east of his village. And then the solution occurred to Eru, as plain as day of before him: The villages surrounding the wheat field needed wood, and his people needed food, and thus he would trade them lumber in exchange for wheat! He rejoiced greatly, for he was very pleased with his brilliance.

"Hear me, and obey!" he exclaimed joyfully to his followers. "You must travel to the forests to the west of here. I shall give my next command when you arrive there," he told to Harry, Barry, Larry, and Gary. "You shall ponder my wisdom, and use it to devise new technologies," he told to Mary and Kari. "You shall pray to me, for I require more faith," he told to Sheri and Perry. They did as he commanded, trusting in his wisdom.

Soon enough, Harry, Barry, Larry, and Gary arrived at the forest. They marveled at the trees, feeling their rough bark, for they had never seen a tree up close until now. Larry tried to eat a tree, which did not end well for him. After Larry finished spitting out bark, Eru gave his next instructions: "You shall climb up a tree, and break off as many branches as you can from them, dropping each branch onto the ground," he told to Barry and Harry.

After a while, a large pile of branches had accumulated. "Cease your collection of branches," Eru commanded, seeing that Barry and Harry were tired. "You shall gather acorns from the ground and then return home to rest," he told to Barry and Harry. They collected the acorns from the ground and returned home, wondering why Eru wanted them to do this. "You shall grab as much branches as you can carry, and travel to where I guide you," he told to Gary and Larry, who began collecting the branches, and then set off.

Eventually, Gary and Larry arrived at the lovely and prosperous village of the Maenads, which Eru had steered them towards. "Tell them that you are here to trade wood in exchange for their wheat," he said to Larry.

Larry obeyed, and spoke: "We have brought wood, which we will trade in exchange for wheat. What say you?" he cried. He then paused, awaiting a response.

2 followers collect wood and acorns.
2 followers pray.
2 followers generate innovation.
2 followers bring the wood to the village of the Maenads.

Seated on his silver throne decorated with luxurious pillows, the Wise Man stroked his immensely long, fancifully styled beard with his left hand, as he was left-handed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. He wore a plain white toga, and no shoes, as was customary, and had a handlebar mustache. On the index finger of his left hand was a lovely silver ring. A crown of silver adorned the bird’s nest of grey-tinged ginger hair atop his head. In his right hand he held a silver scepter decorated with intricate engravings. The torchlight danced about the planked walls of the room, which was empty save the throne that he sat on, and a large, round window overlooking the port city of Eglarest. The steward, Faramund entered the room. He had a walrus mustache, and wore an olive green toga, which was the same color as his eyes, and a leather belt with a silver buckle, which his curly brown beard was tucked into. Sensing his presence, the Wise Man’s eyelids snapped open, revealing a pair of deep-set, storm grey eyes.
“The preparations for the voyage are in order, sire,” informed Faramund. “It is time to depart.” The Wise Man stood up.
“Very well,” he replied. “You shall stay behind and look after Umbar while I am away, as is your duty. We will be off now.” The Wise Man and Faramund exited the room, and walked down the hallway, which opened into many rooms on either side, and was dug into the side of the hill at the highest point of the highest hill in Eglarest. Faramund opened the round door at the beginning of the hallway, and they stepped outside into the city of Eglarest. Eglarest was located on the eastern side of the Bosphorus strait, and was built into several large hills, which every building was carved into. Each hill had 4 levels, which were connected by a large flight of stairs. Farmers lived outside of the city. Other manual laborers, mainly silver-miners and silver-smelters, dockworkers, and fishermen lived on the bottom level of the hill. On the second level lived the craftsmen and artisans, mostly blacksmiths, jewelers, potters, bakers, and clothiers. Thus, the markets were located on the second level. On the third level lived the scholars, primitive versions of mathematicians, philosophers, scientists, and engineers. Finally, on the 4 and highest level lived the Wise Man. It was a windy summer day, good for sailing, and the air was filled with the smell of salt and the cries of gulls.
"A fine day, is it not?" said The Wise Man.
"Indeed, it is a lovely day," replied Faramund. They walked down the large flight of stairs that ran up the hill, and arrived at the docks, where all the people of Eglarest were gathered to watch the departure of the ship. The crowd parted to make way for them. Collette, the master shipwright, was already there, along with several other ambassadors, about 30 large, muscular, men, and about 20 sailors. Collette had amber brown eyes and the same color hair, which was braided and reached down to her feet, and she also smelled somewhat foul. She wore a light brown toga and a beret. As usual, her clothes were dirty, covered in sawdust and stains. It was sunset, and the water shone beautifully in the sunlight. There was a beautifully engineered ship moored to the pier, which had been designed by Collette, and would be sent on the voyage. The Wise Man stood next to Collette, and Faramund joined the crowd. The Wise Man then turned to adress the crowd.
“Today, we leave on our first diplomatic mission!” he exclaimed. “We are embarking on a journey to Akopienos, to negotiate a formal alliance for our mutual benefit. This will mark the beginning of a golden age of exploration and expansion!” The crowd clapped and cheered, obviously pleased, and excitement and anticipation were in the air. The Wise Man, Collette, and the rowers and sailors then walked across the gangplank, in single file. Once they were all on the boat, they raised the gangplank, and the crew waved goodbye to the people of Eglarest, who waved back, cheering. The sails were raised, and they sailed off into the sunset, bound for Akopienos.
…
The Wise Man’s meditation was interrupted by a cry of “Land ho!” from Collette. He rushed up the stairs and onto the deck of the ship, nearly tripping on his beard. It was the middle of the night, but sure enough, his old eyes could barely make out a city on the horizon. Finally, after traveling west for about 2 days along the coast of Umbar, they had arrived at Akopienos. It was not of Umbar, as made evident by the architecture. The entire crew stood on the deck, chatting amongst themselves. After sailing for about another ½ hour, they reached the shores of Akiopienos, and the entire crew was anxious to land. However, before they could let down the gangplank, they were approached by armed guards.
"We come in peace!" shouted the Wise Man. "As you can see, we bring no weapons, and have only 1 ship. We wish to negotiate a formal alliance with Akopienos, and have brought silver to trade. We would appreciate it if you took us to your leader, whom we also have a gift for, so we may conduct the negotiations." He then paused, awaiting a response.

Earth no longer has factories, or Nations. Berlin no longer exists, as it was cleared for room of the now half a kilometer of steel and glass that houses several dozen billion people.

[Anowa]

So, what's the battlefield terrain like? Wil it mostly be a big muddy feild with craters and foxholes scattered about, or will there be ridge lines with enemy snipers and hills with em placed weapons we need to capture?

I could invision a trench warfare scenario that takes place a few miles outside of a city that has strategic value, therefore has to be secured by hostile infantry.

A mix of both.

[Tayner]

So, what's the battlefield terrain like? Wil it mostly be a big muddy feild with craters and foxholes scattered about, or will there be ridge lines with enemy snipers and hills with em placed weapons we need to capture?

I could invision a trench warfare scenario that takes place a few miles outside of a city that has strategic value, therefore has to be secured by hostile infantry.

A mix of both.

Trench warfare in a hilly and rigid terrain, probably in a woddland environment?

This sounds like Bastogne.

[Dormill and Stiura]

A mix of both.

Trench warfare in a hilly and rigid terrain, probably in a woddland environment?

This sounds like Bastogne.

Instead of fighting Jerry, we're fighting aliens who'd happily use us for food and morale.

Sounds like fun

[Tayner]

Trench warfare in a hilly and rigid terrain, probably in a woddland environment?

This sounds like Bastogne.

Instead of fighting Jerry, we're fighting aliens who'd happily use us for food and morale.

Sounds like fun

Could we also use the enemy for food and morale? Or is that just a one-way street?

[Dormill and Stiura]

Instead of fighting Jerry, we're fighting aliens who'd happily use us for food and morale.

Sounds like fun

Could we also use the enemy for food and morale? Or is that just a one-way street?

I'm unsure if any of the enemy are edible, considering their presence would kill us.

Probably the Atstayr could be used for morale if you were feeling suicidal and wanted to go out doing something different.

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

Instead of fighting Jerry, we're fighting aliens who'd happily use us for food and morale.

Sounds like fun

Could we also use the enemy for food and morale? Or is that just a one-way street?

I doubt they're edible, but we can always (interrogate/torture/have the troops amuse themselves by killing) them

[Apror]

Name: Andrew Marks
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, Dark Brown skin. Looks to be in his twenties, though sounds to be in his teens. Is a athletic build, with broad shoulders.
Height: 184
Weight: 6'1"
Biography: Born on the agrarian colony New Virginia, in the small town of Ronsten, Andrew studied in the mandatory schooling during the day, and worked on his family farm in the evenings and weekends. On the weekends, he trained to be a sharp shooter, using a rifle and practicing to be a sniper for when he undoubtedly would be called to defend humanity. He felt a deep hatred for those who came against Humanity, and was willing to give himself to the cause, knowing this was the only way to survive as a species. No sacrifice could be withheld. With Good grades, he was able to get out of school early, and he headed to the recruiter. He went to the recruiter, and signed up. They couldn't give a damn about his age, because it didn't matter anymore. He said he was 18, but the Recruiters were relatively aware he wasn't.

After receiving training, he was deemed for for duty, he was deemed able to be a Sniper, though he had to use his old scope from home, which would suffice. His orders were to be sent to a world apparently vital for the war effort. All Andrew cared about was killing the bastards who invaded in the first place. 'For the Homeland', was his motto. For Earth.
RP Examples: 1810 Expansion, Post Roman Collapse.

[Tayner]

Could we also use the enemy for food and morale? Or is that just a one-way street?

I'm unsure if any of the enemy are edible, considering their presence would kill us.

Probably the Atstayr could be used for morale if you were feeling suicidal and wanted to go out doing something different.

I wonder how we enslaved many species that we find biologically dangerous to us, one would think it would be the other way around, although that seems to be what is happening. And the Atstayr seem like they could be potential allies, if we can turn them against the coalition.

[Apror]

What are the odds of Lester Q. Hallmark going nuts due to PTSD? Given the image, I say it's really likely.


The MI landing on Klendathu had better odds.

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

What is this based off?

[Tayner]

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

What is this based off?

Starship troopers.

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

What is this based off?

I made a Starship Troopers Reference. The Mobile Infantry landed on the Bug Homeworld and got absolutely annihilated due to being woefully unprepared.

[Dormill and Stiura]

At least they actually had air support, heavy weapons, and actual armor.

What is this based off?

You'll learn soon enough

[Apror]

I'm unsure if any of the enemy are edible, considering their presence would kill us.

Probably the Atstayr could be used for morale if you were feeling suicidal and wanted to go out doing something different.

I wonder how we enslaved many species that we find biologically dangerous to us, one would think it would be the other way around, although that seems to be what is happening. And the Atstayr seem like they could be potential allies, if we can turn them against the coalition.

I find that strange, but I also find their rebellion effectiveness strange as well.

[Vahltunskhja]

The Atstayr seem like they could be potential allies, if we can turn them against the coalition.

I'm pretty sure they're actually the good guys here, considering the Terran Federation was enslaving the aliens before the war started. I doubt we could turn them against the Coalition - more likely they could be a means to ending the war, a virtually impossible longshot for a bunch of disposable conscripts with a estimated service life of 32 seconds upon contact with the enemy. Maybe we can find some that'd feel sorry for us and let us live or help us escape with our lives, but sway one to the side of the CDF? Doubt it

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

The Atstayr seem like they could be potential allies, if we can turn them against the coalition.

I'm pretty sure they're actually the good guys here, considering the Terran Federation was enslaving the aliens before the war started. I doubt we could turn them against the Coalition - more likely they could be a means to ending the war, a virtually impossible longshot for a bunch of disposable conscripts with a estimated service life of 32 seconds upon contact with the enemy. Maybe we can find some that'd feel sorry for us and let us live or help us escape with our lives, but sway one to the side of the CDF? Doubt it

I think the younger soldiers and Lisette would probably get the compassion, either due to being young or just being completely frightened because they're all alone and surrounded by Aliens.

[Vahltunskhja]

I think the younger soldiers and Lisette would probably get the compassion, either due to being young or just being completely frightened because they're all alone and surrounded by Aliens.

This is mostly speculation of course, but I think you'd be right.

[Saint Marguerite Academy]

I think the younger soldiers and Lisette would probably get the compassion, either due to being young or just being completely frightened because they're all alone and surrounded by Aliens.

This is mostly speculation of course, but I think you'd be right.

One has to look at this scenario with a knowing mind. What must the Civilian sector be like? 16 years old and over are being conscripted. The very young and the very old must be sustaining the arms Sector, the sewage treatment system, the Agricultural and Industrial Sectors...At some point, we're going to run out of people to conscript.

[Apror]

What is this based off?

You'll learn soon enough

I'm ready to do my part!