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2201 – Plans for the Future – Unity Governor, Gavin McGreggor Reporting, Live Vid Feed, UNHQ
Councilmen, we have achieved much in our first mission century, but it is clear that there is much work yet to be done.
As you all know, the Spartan threat still looms over us, and it is entirely possible that the Spartans themselves are based somewhere on our neighboring continent, Goliath. If this be the case, then they will, no doubt, have an enormous advantage over us in terms of resources at their disposal, and our days could well be numbered. For these, and a great many other reasons, we must be the architects of a bold, visionary future, and we must take swift, decisive action to meet the challenges of the future.
To that end, I have been meeting with several sub-committees, and have come up with a broad outline of the immediate-term goals we should be focusing on to position us for greater things in the future, and with the Council’s permission, I will outline those items here and now.
{some shuffling of papers, clearing of throats, and Councilman McGreggor is allowed to proceed, his two hour speech was brilliantly crafted, and can be summarized along the following key points}
o Establish the “Spartan Shield” (two sea bases just south of Hope Islands, to serve as early-warning platforms for incoming enemy transports and destroyers)
o Pursue peace with Sparta (both to forestall the need for bulking up our fledgling navy, and to provide a measure of security for Dauntless as she continues on her way ‘round the new landmass we’re exploring, called Goliath)
o Destroy the “Fungal Stalk” on Unity that keeps spawning Mindworms and threatening our bases there
o Add additional bases ON Unity (per the planning committee, there is room for four additional bases, pending the destruction of the Fungal Stalk)
o Establish a base on Goliath to serve as a springboard for further exploration
o Hold Democratic elections and begin fully living up to the UN Charter
o Increase our fleet of Probe Foils (Exploration Fleet) to speed the Planetary Survey project, and to find the other factions we know full well are “out there” somewhere.
It was a good speech, and I was mightily proud of my long-time friend. He was proving to be a far, far better politician than I ever would have imagined, and his Scottish temper was kept always in check by his desire to see Unity thrive and grow, surpassing Hope Islands in every measure.
He was persuasive in the extreme, too, and after three solid, brutal days of debate, he won support for each and every point on the agenda we had hammered out.
Sub-committees….yeah.
More like, he and I holding late night chats on the comm band for a week or so as we charted a new course for our nation.
And…we succeeded, at least in gaining approval…now what remained was action and the will to make it all come to pass.
For me and the rookie crew aboard The Dauntless those ten years sped by at an almost dizzying clip. It was backbreaking work. Twice, our old girl’s engine failed us entirely, and we were forced to rig masts and makeshift sails to make any progress at all, one run-in with an Isle of the Deep that panicked the whole crew (but thankfully the engines were back up and running then, and we were able to skitter out of its way as it trolled past us), brief trips ashore for supplies food, and a bit of shore leave now and again, and innumerable storms to weather.
In short, it was pure paradise, and I didn’t envy Gavin at all, his endless hours dealing with the Council!
Back at home, those ten years saw vast progress as well, and Gavin kept me well apprised of all the comings and goings, as I broadcast news and newly created sea charts back to him. He was thrilled on the day he announced the completion of Unity’s first Command Center (2103, Criminal Tribunal), and his intention to rally the base garrisons from all over Unity to converge at the Fungal Stalk and launch an assault. The news was greeted with some skepticism in Council, but Gavin simply reminded them that the time was now, if they were to meet the ambitious goals outlined in the document that had been agreed to, and so, the garrisons were prepared for their first taste of battle, and training exercises began in earnest all across Unity, organized from our new Command Center.
A year after these exercises got under way, the fleet intercepted yet another Spartan Transport, this time loaded with two regiments of Impact Rovers, and sent them to the deep as well. Truly, the Spartan Federation was coming out on the losing end of our “war” and we were hopeful that we could get her to agree to peace on some terms.
A short year later, and all the infrastructure was in place to enable us to move away from the frontier-style economy that we had relied on for more than a century, and into a more market-driven one (OOC: Finally gained Industrial Economics!), and a year after that, The Dauntless had a sister ship….our second Transport, Intrepid. She was a full fifty percent faster than my beloved water lily had been, even in her prime, and probably closer to twice as fast now, given her slowly failing engine. I had my doubts (but did not express them to the crew) as to whether or not we could even complete the voyage we had before us, given the condition of our old girl.
In 2107, UN Education Agency was established (Unity), and a year later, Gavin announced the intention to commence operations against the Fungal Stalk on Unity. The battles were vid-fed to the masses in real time, and everyone got to see the horror of psi-combat as the entire garrison of Criminal Tribunal (which led the assault) had their brains boiled right out of their heads on national tv.
Fortunately, they were the only unit lost, and all acknowledged that it could have been much worse for us, but the Fates smiled, and as we pressed our attack, our hand weapons eventually sliced so many nodules off of the Fungal Stalk that its Psi-potential fell off rather quickly. That done, it was simply a matter of cutting it into sections to be moved out of the way so the former teams could come in and begin removing the fungus to prevent worms from attacking our fledgling bases.
That was the year too, when we finally made peace with Santiago, giving her 30EC’s in reparations for all the minerals and lives we had sent to the murky deep.
She was not pleased with the turn of events (total losses for us amounted to one scout and one leopard-class DD, and for the Spartans….oh gods, I dunno, six or seven fully loaded transports), but she accepted the token offering and pledged not to sail north into our territory, which was the thing we had been after.
That too, was the year when I finally reached the Southern periphery of Goliath and turned northward, my faithful ship and crew still chugging diligently along through the unknown, sending back regular reports lest some unfortunate accident befall us.
So…having made our peace with Sparta, and having given much better than we had gotten during our various battles on the high seas, life settled into a quiet, steady rhythm. Our exploration fleet (three probe foils strong) was augmented by two additional exploration ships in 2211, and Gavin announced to me that Intrepid had picked up my Rover team and Terraformer, and was in the process of ferrying those assets to Goliath to put a Peace Keeping presence on the new landmass I had been made governor of.
Times were good. They were very, very good.
Councilmen, we have achieved much in our first mission century, but it is clear that there is much work yet to be done.
As you all know, the Spartan threat still looms over us, and it is entirely possible that the Spartans themselves are based somewhere on our neighboring continent, Goliath. If this be the case, then they will, no doubt, have an enormous advantage over us in terms of resources at their disposal, and our days could well be numbered. For these, and a great many other reasons, we must be the architects of a bold, visionary future, and we must take swift, decisive action to meet the challenges of the future.
To that end, I have been meeting with several sub-committees, and have come up with a broad outline of the immediate-term goals we should be focusing on to position us for greater things in the future, and with the Council’s permission, I will outline those items here and now.
{some shuffling of papers, clearing of throats, and Councilman McGreggor is allowed to proceed, his two hour speech was brilliantly crafted, and can be summarized along the following key points}
o Establish the “Spartan Shield” (two sea bases just south of Hope Islands, to serve as early-warning platforms for incoming enemy transports and destroyers)
o Pursue peace with Sparta (both to forestall the need for bulking up our fledgling navy, and to provide a measure of security for Dauntless as she continues on her way ‘round the new landmass we’re exploring, called Goliath)
o Destroy the “Fungal Stalk” on Unity that keeps spawning Mindworms and threatening our bases there
o Add additional bases ON Unity (per the planning committee, there is room for four additional bases, pending the destruction of the Fungal Stalk)
o Establish a base on Goliath to serve as a springboard for further exploration
o Hold Democratic elections and begin fully living up to the UN Charter
o Increase our fleet of Probe Foils (Exploration Fleet) to speed the Planetary Survey project, and to find the other factions we know full well are “out there” somewhere.
It was a good speech, and I was mightily proud of my long-time friend. He was proving to be a far, far better politician than I ever would have imagined, and his Scottish temper was kept always in check by his desire to see Unity thrive and grow, surpassing Hope Islands in every measure.
He was persuasive in the extreme, too, and after three solid, brutal days of debate, he won support for each and every point on the agenda we had hammered out.
Sub-committees….yeah.
More like, he and I holding late night chats on the comm band for a week or so as we charted a new course for our nation.
And…we succeeded, at least in gaining approval…now what remained was action and the will to make it all come to pass.
For me and the rookie crew aboard The Dauntless those ten years sped by at an almost dizzying clip. It was backbreaking work. Twice, our old girl’s engine failed us entirely, and we were forced to rig masts and makeshift sails to make any progress at all, one run-in with an Isle of the Deep that panicked the whole crew (but thankfully the engines were back up and running then, and we were able to skitter out of its way as it trolled past us), brief trips ashore for supplies food, and a bit of shore leave now and again, and innumerable storms to weather.
In short, it was pure paradise, and I didn’t envy Gavin at all, his endless hours dealing with the Council!
Back at home, those ten years saw vast progress as well, and Gavin kept me well apprised of all the comings and goings, as I broadcast news and newly created sea charts back to him. He was thrilled on the day he announced the completion of Unity’s first Command Center (2103, Criminal Tribunal), and his intention to rally the base garrisons from all over Unity to converge at the Fungal Stalk and launch an assault. The news was greeted with some skepticism in Council, but Gavin simply reminded them that the time was now, if they were to meet the ambitious goals outlined in the document that had been agreed to, and so, the garrisons were prepared for their first taste of battle, and training exercises began in earnest all across Unity, organized from our new Command Center.
A year after these exercises got under way, the fleet intercepted yet another Spartan Transport, this time loaded with two regiments of Impact Rovers, and sent them to the deep as well. Truly, the Spartan Federation was coming out on the losing end of our “war” and we were hopeful that we could get her to agree to peace on some terms.
A short year later, and all the infrastructure was in place to enable us to move away from the frontier-style economy that we had relied on for more than a century, and into a more market-driven one (OOC: Finally gained Industrial Economics!), and a year after that, The Dauntless had a sister ship….our second Transport, Intrepid. She was a full fifty percent faster than my beloved water lily had been, even in her prime, and probably closer to twice as fast now, given her slowly failing engine. I had my doubts (but did not express them to the crew) as to whether or not we could even complete the voyage we had before us, given the condition of our old girl.
In 2107, UN Education Agency was established (Unity), and a year later, Gavin announced the intention to commence operations against the Fungal Stalk on Unity. The battles were vid-fed to the masses in real time, and everyone got to see the horror of psi-combat as the entire garrison of Criminal Tribunal (which led the assault) had their brains boiled right out of their heads on national tv.
Fortunately, they were the only unit lost, and all acknowledged that it could have been much worse for us, but the Fates smiled, and as we pressed our attack, our hand weapons eventually sliced so many nodules off of the Fungal Stalk that its Psi-potential fell off rather quickly. That done, it was simply a matter of cutting it into sections to be moved out of the way so the former teams could come in and begin removing the fungus to prevent worms from attacking our fledgling bases.
That was the year too, when we finally made peace with Santiago, giving her 30EC’s in reparations for all the minerals and lives we had sent to the murky deep.
She was not pleased with the turn of events (total losses for us amounted to one scout and one leopard-class DD, and for the Spartans….oh gods, I dunno, six or seven fully loaded transports), but she accepted the token offering and pledged not to sail north into our territory, which was the thing we had been after.
That too, was the year when I finally reached the Southern periphery of Goliath and turned northward, my faithful ship and crew still chugging diligently along through the unknown, sending back regular reports lest some unfortunate accident befall us.
So…having made our peace with Sparta, and having given much better than we had gotten during our various battles on the high seas, life settled into a quiet, steady rhythm. Our exploration fleet (three probe foils strong) was augmented by two additional exploration ships in 2211, and Gavin announced to me that Intrepid had picked up my Rover team and Terraformer, and was in the process of ferrying those assets to Goliath to put a Peace Keeping presence on the new landmass I had been made governor of.
Times were good. They were very, very good.
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