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Futuristic C&C Warlords Act 2

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Command & Conquer Warlords Act 2
Part 1


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War. The Third Tiberium War has begun with Nod Forces launching a large, full scale world invasion across all Blue Zones at once in an unprecedented attack not seen by NOD since the Second Tiberium War.

In many cases, Nod has either secured possible temporary holds on the grounds, or been repelled entirely due to an unruly horde with uncoordinated attacks. Not all NOD commanders were sufficiently up to the task. A fact that would most likely be dealt with by Kane himself, down the grape vine. Incompetence is not harbored well within the Brotherhood.

But the battles for control of the Blue Zones continue to rage, even as some others attempt to take advantage of the unexpected chaos for their own ends.

The Forgotten, those who had been affected by Tiberium in ways much more differently than the death that normally comes for humans have begun to be on the move, in many locations, taking advantage of the massive movements of Nod and GDI troops to expand their territories or even to strike back at those who deemed them inferior.

The Civilian population, those who don’t fall under any of the other organizations or disenfranchised people, truly have a choice as well. They can further secure their holdings from any possible invasions of the other groups, or they can take the initiative. Especially while the BIG BOYs and GIRLS are busy duking it out.


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GDI

The EVA unit that all GDI Commanders sparks to life and begins to rattle off important information as it trickles in on her servers. Or at least the computer servers that had been on the ground as those that had been on the Philadelphia had been destroyed.

“Global Uplink online Commander.

Priority One Distress Calls in place from multiple Blue Zone locations.

Full on NOD assault in every Blue Zone. Reinforcements currently unable to be mustered to defend locations.

Current Directives: Defend and Repel Nod Forces from Blue Zones

Recommendations to mobilize your forces immediately and strike back against the hostile forces.

Various Hot Spots have been calculated for defensive operations. Please look at your consoles for available defensive missions.

Captain Denver is asking for assistance with multiple locations….”







3rd Armored Infantry 'Argonauts' Division

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Xavier Vásquez would have been one of the many that had been on a call with a loved one when it cut out. Perhaps it was merely an Ion Storm that caused a blockage of the signal. It wouldn’t be the first time. But usually that sort of thing would have been foreshadowed by a static laced image and volume. And neither of them were in a yellow zone where that kind of thing was common.

No. It wasn’t that. And his fears were brought forth as the news networks began showing what happened. The Philadelphia, which had been the seat of all that was GDI’s leadership since before the Second Tiberium War was gone. And so was his adopted mother.

The woman that had protected Spain from the machinations of NOD, making an alliance with The Forgotten in the region and bringing them into GDI. She had rebuilt an entire nation….and now she was gone.

All of Spain would be mourning her loss soon as she was an instrumental figure in helping integrate the people there into GDI in the first place.

It was then that he noticed the light on the console. Pushing the button, a soldier in the field was giving him an alert. One Lieutenant Cho from field intelligence. She looked understandably frantic and frazzled.

“Commander. Incoming Nod all across the board in every Blue Zone on the map. I’m sending you mission briefings from Captain Denver out in the field. We can only reach one of them in time. Hopefully the other Commanders can pull an assist.”

And so it begins…..



The Royal Mechanized Regiment

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Field Marshall Carwyn Llewellyn Jones was sitting at his desk when he got the news. The entirety of GDI was under attack. Not only was leadership gone to shit with the literal head of GDI chopped off at the neck with others trying to scramble to put together some sort of chain command, but NOD was on the full offensive after many years being mostly in the dark or border raids, being relegated into the annals of history.

But he and the Royal Mechanized Regiment knew better. That was why they further developed the mech technology that they possessed. Having technology as powerful as GDI was in the Second Tiberium War was costly, but the heavy attacks that they could pull, could in fact make the difference in this war. They could defend their lands and still push back hard enough to make NOD think twice before they’d strike again.

Them and their Prophet Kane would be foolish to try to take any Blue Zone, but certainly not to take The British Isles. His home turf was not up for debate and he would have to show them exactly why it was such a bad idea for them to do so.

He contacted his Field Intelligence officer, Lt. Ellis, a rather straight laced fellow that always seemed to remain calm no matter what danger he was facing.

“Sir, I am laying out what available locations we can reach with our forces. However, be advised that they are striking hard enough that we will only be able to defend one location before the other two are overrun at the present if not defended by other GDI Commanders. I’ll put you through to Captain Denver. He’ll give the brief.”


Damocles Air Fleet

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Fleet Commander Cornelius was sitting on the bridge of The Sword of Damocles, the one of a kind IronClad GDI Command ship when all hell broke loose.

Alarms began blaring as the ship dodged massive bots of debris from the sky. That was when he got the report. That debris was in fact from The Philadelphia, the main command station of GDI that had been orbiting the planet.

Nod managed to get through their defenses and strike it down while most of GDI Military and Civilian leadership was onboard for a conference.l

But this recent event, the destruction of the Philadelphia, ended that and disrupted his daily status quo, his normal routine.

Not that exact act itself, but what it unleashed. It was the full-on NOD attack on the Blue Zones. It disrupted his routine.

Cornlius pushed a button on his console, bringing up the straight laced face of his field lieutenant so that he could find out the situation on the ground. Lieutenant Masa was on hand and with an exemplary record, even when compared to his own usual standards. Which meant that not one rock would be misplaced or event un recorded on the task at hand.

“Report.”

“Yes sir, There are three cities that we are in range to repel the actions, but they are attacking with such force, that we will only be able to defend one of them before the other two are overrun. If we are lucky, other GDI Commanders will be able to respond to the other two locations.

Captain Denver is ready for the mission briefing.”

The Czechoslovak Legion
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The Czech Legion were a GDI force that operated outside in the more rough and tumble areas of the yellow zones. They may not have had the fancier types of equipment such as mechanized soldiers or fliers or even tanks.

But what they did have was strong and willing infantry supported by quick and fast vehicles and even allies within the Forgotten that they could call upon in their time of need.

Certainly allies who knew the Tiberium were useful and would continue to be such in defending the world from the terror that was NOD.

These thoughts were deeply entrenched as all hell broke loose.

The main command center, the Phildaephla space station out in orbit had been destroyed by the Brotherhood in a radical attack.

Now, they’ve launched a full scale invasion of all BLUE ZONES.

But, they had their allies to rely upon in these times of need.

The communications officer, a hardened woman named Lister hailed the Commander. “Sir, we are getting called from a Commando in the field, A Captain Denver is requesting assistance in three separate locations that are in dire need of protection.

Shall I put his briefings through?”



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NOD
The Brotherhood of Nod


On screen, a man dressed in Nod colors of Black and Red, a military uniform from the Second Tiberium war took to the podium. His eyes looked as though they were filled with a fervor that many had seen before.

They knew that it was time….


“Brothers and Sisters, it is time to throw off our shackles of oppression and face down the oppressors that are GDI. For too long, they have hoarded supplies and greater lifestyles beyond their city walls in the Blue Zones. Now, with the destruction of the symbol of their oppression from above and the death of their leadership, now is the time to strike back and take back what is ours!!

PEACE THROUGH POWER!!

To all Nod Commanders, it is now time to strike back at the designated Blue Zones and Capture land that is to be ours in the name of KANE.”







The Arctic Dreadfleet

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The word had been given. One of the Generals, a Grand Insurgent had on the word of Kane, destroyed the Philadelphia as the opening salvo of the Third Tiberium War. Now was the time for the Admiral to make his mark and do enough to join in Kane’s Inner Circle, the most coveted place of power within the Brotherhood.

He would show Kane that this man of the sea was all that he needed to crush the GDI opposition. His ships, top of the line all, would roll off of the assembly line and into the heart of GDI.

His own skill on the sea has brought him many loyal soldiers in the name of Nod and now was the time to use those very same men and women to assault the Blue Zones that GDI have protected for countless years.

The Yellow Zone is where their main base is situated, but if all goes well, they will be bathing in the glorious waters of Florida and beyond, before long.

Pushing a button on his computer, he summoned up the image of his field Intelligence officer, a beautiful young woman with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly crisp uniform named Valeria.

She gave a salute as he came on screen, the proper respect for one of his rank that is beloved by his people under him and feared by his enemies, those that had survived. “ Admiral, we have been given three possible targets within the Blue Zone of the Eastern Seaboard to attack. Whichever one that we do not attack, other Nod Commander will assault. So the choice is yours first as befitting someone of your Command.

Brother Bartholomew is on an open channel with the mission briefing, sir.”



Solace of The Choir
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Over the years, the main hub for Central Consensus was slowly moved out of the yellow zone that was southern Spain and into the Red Zone that made up Egypt and specifically into Cairo.

Cairo was a place of significance for NOD as Consensus had been in command of the base that had fired the ICBM that had destroyed the Philadelphia space station. After years of painstaking deliverance before Kane, they had been able to prove that they are just as capable, but much more obedient than CABAL.

Eventually, GDI could manage to track their position though, and they will need to be ready for that. In the meantime, Kane has ordered Nod Forces into the Blue Zones, but there is a series of special missions for Central.

The Cyborgs of the Choir were all under its control, much in the same way that CABAL had been, but the Choir had far more safeguards in place and was truly loyal to NOD.

A screen lit to life as a hooded figure appeared. “Sir, Brother Bartholemew is ready for the mission briefings. It is time for the annihilation of GDI and the rise of your machines of the Brotherhood!”




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The Drug Trade was highly lucrative. Babalu was at this point, rolling in the dough. These new Tiberium based drugs sold like hot cakes allowing him to gain many new followers as well as those that had followed the old Box Lord.

The drugs would spread, he was sure of that. Especially now that the attacks have begun. With the Philadelphia destroyed and all those aboard with it, GDI should be ripe for the picking.

Just think of all those lands that would be easy pickings for his claims in order to have more growth of the drugs. Fields and fields of it, growing, just for him and his to use as he sees fit. Wonderful, wasn’t it?

A beautiful young woman wearing a slightly disheveled Military Outfit came by and saluted, shaking him from his reverie. Her name was Naraji and she was Babalu’s intelligence officer. All important information tracked through her on the way to Babalu.

“Sir, Now that the attack has been launched, Brother Barthelemew has some choice targets for us, if we wish to take it. The rewards can be quite wonderful from what I hear.”

The Glory of Nod was at Hand.




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The Forgotten

“Those who have been taken by the green crystals are thought to have become lesser. But that is not true. We have become something more. Something much more in tune with the world at large as it has been becoming.

We might now be different from the human race, but we are still men and women. We are those that wish to exist among you and not be held at arm's length. We wished to be embraced within the call of your cities and your people.

But we have been rejected at almost every turn. Only within the land of Spain have we found a safe harbor. And only then, under the guidance of a woman that with the destruction of the Philadelphia has been lost to us.

It is only a matter of time until we once again have no home.

For those who are lost, you have not been Forgotten.”

-Unknown Transmission







The Sunset Grove

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The Outback has been a place where The Forgotten could retreat to for quite some time. Much of it has been transformed into a yellow zone, and there was a large spot right in the center of it that had become a Red Zone.

Tiberium life forms are clearly the next stage of the evolution of humanity. And yet, humanity has shown that they are afraid. Hating that which they do not yet completely understand.

When in reality, they should embrace it and the changes that it will bring about. They should let their minds join with ours as we command our mutated animals across the countryside.

We shall make a new and better home.

Australia is unwelcoming to those that do not belong, but those who have been mustated, those that have been Forgotten by society at large, they could become new.

The Zoo has begun to fill up and it is time for the people to reach out.

Talia, the Twins “communications” officer approached them. “We have a message from ‘Dimitri”. He has some missions for those Forgotten that are listening in on the video frequencies. It seems that with the Philadelphia destroyed, choice Nod and Civilian targets have opened up.”





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The time of the neo-Druids is at hand. The spread of Tiberium has led its way to the flourishing growth of Tiberium based creatures and creatures that have been mutated by the green crystal into something new and different.

The Neo-Druids wish to live in tune with this new nature as the druids of old and create great enclaves of peace with the newer growth of the environment.

There are those that wish to control and revert the environment back to its pre-tiberium days, GDI and The Brotherhood who wish to spread it to reach some sort of ascension.

With the destruction of the GDI leadership, NOD has launched attacks into their BLUE ZONES, leaving their Yellow Zones ripe for the taking.

The Neo-Druids will be able to claim the Tiberium Lifeforms for their own.

A young Militia man wearing drab brown robes with crystals growing out of his shoulders by the name of Arvis rushed forth and gave a deep bow to Amirjah.

“I have tracked down some locations that would be good for us to strike against to find more animals to add to our flock. These have been backed up from communications from “Dimitri” as long as you want to listen to them.”

Gool


“What do we want?”

“Them to Get Off Our Lawn!”

“When do we want it?”

“Now!”

The forces of Gool have been all a flutter ever since they heard the news from the communications relay. The Space Station of GDI, The Philadelphia was finally felled by Nod. Now Nod was on the offensive while GDI scrambled like a chicken with its head cut off.

Now was the time that they could strike out against both GDI and Nod if they truly wanted.

They heard lots of chatter of many civilian and Forgotten forces making their moves with the big power players engaged with each other. It could be a glorious thing and something that they could use to their advantage.

Especially if they could get their hands on any of that sweet, sweet technology that they like to hoard.

Both GDI and NOD made their bases within the region. And they could do with a scrap.

On the other hand, the civilians might also be at a loss and might just be the ticket that they want to punch to claim land, resources and equipment.

A long haired, bright eyed boy of about 17 years wearing a headset ran over to the leader of Gool.

“Sir, we’ve gotten a transmission from that crazy Russian Guy. Dimitri is what he calls himself. He’s heard of some places that might be ripe for us to pick at. I’ll loop you into the video call if you’re interested.”



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Civilians

The newscaster wore a dark blue suit with a matching tie as he moved papers around rather absentmindedly before speaking with a downtrodden look upon his face.

“It is a sad day in which we must inform you, the general population of the destruction of the GDI space station, Philadelphia along with hundreds of thousands of people in what was most assuredly a NOD terrorist attack against the members of the GDI.

NOD forces have begun to attack all BLUE ZONES and we at the station urge all of those who live in these blue zones to take shelter in doors and wait for assistance. It is a dangerous time for all.

Stay safe.”



C&C Warlords: Civilian Mission 1-B

C&C Warlords: Civilian Mission 1-C

The Defiant



Wenert Hafner had recently been put in charge of the city after a mutant extremist group had unleashed Tiberium Fiends into the city. There wasn’t much left of the previous ruler after that and he was unceremoniously given the position with all the power and responsibilities that came with it.

Things at least had recovered nicely and the city was moving smoothly. They had their walls and they had their troops to help protect them against whatever they needed to fight.

Which he would have thought would have been the odd militant or Tiberium based lifeform that got past the walls.

Oh how wrong he was proven when the Philadelphia was destroyed and NOD rushed forward attacking all the blue zones and everything in between. Their land was part of Switzerland that was actually in the Blue Zone.

Nod Militants were charging the Blue Zones, but they hadn’t yet made it to their location. However, it could only be a matter of time before they managed to breach the outer Blue Zone defenses and charge forward into the lesser defended cities such as theirs.

A frazzled Militia Communications Officer appeared in Wenert’s screen. His name was Lieutenant Yodder.

“Sir, Nod has reached the cities near our own. We are getting a communication from Sergeant Ballard? He is requesting assistance with a few locations that need defending. Should we hear him out?”


Mining Op-37

Another day, another great haul of Tiberium for the Mining Operation. Sure, over the years they’ve changed hands. With first being under the protection and overseen by the Global Defense Initiative.

But once they eventually pulled out, Nod has been the one pulling at the strings. Asking more and more from them with less and less support. So much so that many of their people have begun to feel the effects of long term Tiberium Exposure.

In recent times however, Nod seemed to pull back as well. Something about some sort of HUGE operation about to happen.

Well, it was pretty easy to understand what the operation was when The Philadelphia was destroyed by a Nod ICBM that should have easily been intercepted.

Now, Nod was on the full offensive.

But where did that leave them? Would GDI launch a counterattack against this Mining Op if they managed to recover from the Nod Invasion?

Or would they continue to leave them alone as they have done for many years now.

Before any of those thoughts could be further developed , a scraggly man that ran what passed for a communications station sauntered casually up.

“Hey Boss, just wanted to let you know that some Security Chief who sounds kinda frazzled, I think his name was Sergeant Ballard is asking for some assistance. He’s willing to give some briefings on the missions. Do you want to hear them out?”

Titan Corporation

The Titan Corporation provided safety and security to yellow zones where they were able to keep a constant edge on the competition with the brilliant research into genetic engineering.

There is no shortage of supplies, gathering samples of biological and technological series from the battlefield, allowing them to make leaps into technology that have been previously developed by both GDI and NOD.

They are carving a path towards the future. One without the totalitarianism of GDI of the Fanaticism of the Brotherhood of Nod.

Instead, just pure SCIENCE.

An alert popped in from the communication network. It was all over the news and seemingly on every channel.

The Philadelphia has fallen. Nod managed to destroy it with an ICBM, somehow managing to circumnavigate GDI’s space defenses. And during the main Global Energy Summit with all of the GDI Military and Civilian leadership onboard……

GDI would be caught off guard without their leaders. Shown by an immense large scale invasion of Nod forces upon Blue Zones.

This could be the perfect time to gather data or samples to improve Titan Corporation’s research.

The Chief Communications officer for the company, a prim and proper woman named Lina popped up on the CEO’s screen.

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir. But we are getting communications from an outside security officer who goes by Sergeant Ballard. Apparently he has key information about a few locations that are being hit that could use some defending.

There is talk of reward. Shall I put him through?”

Outcull

Outcull was a strange research center. It was one that didn’t seem to specialize in just any one branch of research and seemed to have a wide net cast on whatever happened to catch their fancy.

This sort of lackadaisical approach did help them attract various scientists and researchers that didn’t want to just meet quotas or be forced to research highly specific things.

No. This place was attractive to those types because they could research what they wanted. Sometimes they had ones who went forward into electronics and drone works. Others went into various taming methods for Tiberium lifeforms. And still others focused purely on Tiberium research.

It was truly another relaxed day at the labs when a massive explosion rocked the building. Looking outside, they could see large pieces of metal falling to the planet. And when they checked the news, it seemed that all hell had broken loose.

Nod had brought down GDI’s Space Station HQ, The Philadelphia. And with it, Nod is on the move, attacking anything and everything between them and GDI’s Blue Zones.

This has seemed to signal The Forgotten that they could take advantage of the chaos as well, with some blatantly attacking civilian settlements.

Their force was small, but perhaps they could make a difference.

The communications office, named Lestat chimed in.

“It seems we are getting video calls from some security officer out in the field named Seargant Ballard. He needs help securing some locations that are under attack. Shall we jump in before any other groups seize the opportunity?”

The Scrappers


For the Scrappers, it was just another ordinary day. They gathered scrap hordes from the surrounding areas and returned home with it to their giant forest so that they could use it to improve their vehicles, their houses, their weapons. Pretty much every aspect of their lives.

After all, many equipment is lost or destroyed in the yellow zones, either from Nod to Nod warfare or from Forgotten Raiders or even older GDI bases that have been lost to time.

Its up to the brave and the bold to acquire what is out there for themselves. And luckily, The Scrappers under Sasha Popov was just the kind of people to do it.

They had just brought in a nice haul of scrap when the sky practically lit up. At first, the alarm was sounded by a naturally jumpy scout on watch.

But then communications started coming in that The Philadelphia, the Space HQ of GDI was obliterated by a Nod ICBM, throwing the entire world into chaos.

Nod launched a full scale strike into the all the Blue Zones on the planet, keen to steal them from GDI.

But, this was a perfect opportunity, whether to scavenge through recent battle or to make some scrap of their own.

A thin man wearing Scrap Armor walked cautiously to Popov and gave a salute. “Sir. We’ve gotten a communication from a Security Officer in the Field. A sergeant Ballard. He’s apparently calling for help from any Civilian forces nearby. He’s got some missions if you’re interested.”​
 
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3rd Armored Infantry 'Argonauts' Division

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The large screen, with a familiar but warm blue glow, bathed Xavier in light in his dark bedroom. His dark, short cropped hair was cut to regulation length, but the short expanse of hair was interrupted on the left side.. Numerous 'cracks' that ran across his skin, glowing with an eerie green light. His right eye was a deep brown, while his left eye.. did not exist. A single smooth, green ball of tiberium sat in the socket, surrounded by a series of cracks, crisscrossing his skin leaving it a checkered mess of eerie cracks and sun-kissed flesh that looked ready to shatter apart in blood and gore if someone so much as touched it. On the screen before him, was an older woman in a soft pale dress, with long black hair tied back into a long braid. Her hair had streaks of grey running in, her eyes were a soft green and she had a small smile across her lips. Mariana Vásquez, Baroness of León and longtime GDI Senator, was still a beautiful woman despite her age, and she was his mother.

"How are you settling in, Mijo?" Mariana said, her voice with the barest hint of concern that she failed to hide.

"Fine, undersupplied, underequipped and undermanned, but we will manage," Xavier said, having long since learned to not bother hiding things from her. She always seemed to know when he was lying.

"I'll make a call," the baroness said, a flash of anger filtering across her face.

"Don't, it'll be fine. I'll never overcome this if I keep asking you for help," Xavier said, his mouth tightening to a line.

Mariana scanned his face for a few moments, looking for something, but like always, while she was great at reading him, Xavier could never decipher what went through her mind, the perks of being a politician, he imagined, "Okay, Mijo, but if you need anything.."

"I know, mom," Xavier said, the corner of his lip lifting.

"Did you hear that Valeria is-" Whatever Mariana was going to say about his sister caught short as red lights began to flare behind her

"Mom?" Xavier asked as he leaned forward, the sirens blaring in the background. A weight settled in his stomach, he turned his head to check another screen to try and read any incoming reports but nothing was showing up at his clearance.

"What is it?" Mariana asked, Xavier turned his head to see his mother looking off, away from the screen, speaking to.. someone. So many emotions flashed across her face, so many he couldn't read, but each one made the weight in his stomach grow, and a feeling crept in, one he had not felt since he was a child, fear.

"Mom?" Xavier asked softly

"Mijo," Mariana said as she leaned forward, her voice wavering and thick with emotion, "I lo-"

Before she could finish, the screen cut out and the sound of static was left blaring.

"Mom!"

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Xavier slapped his chest plate as his armor began to pressurize, the loud hissing of air as the pressure seals closed tight. His helmet glowed as the HUD came alive, displaying his health status, pulse, a small technical readout pumped an endless tide of words in the corner as it fed him up to date information on the condition of his armor as well as the sensors and what nearby activity they picked up. As they were in the middle of an advanced GDI base, the readout was going particularly nuts as it marked all the tech, energy and movement of the staff going about their frantic work as they tried to deal with this sneak attack that had claimed the entire leadership of the GDI.. As it claimed his mother. A small error appeared at the bottom as the HUD was unable to locate his weapon to keep track of its ammo and compensate for its range, but that made sense as he had yet to grab it.

The Commander stepped off the pedestal, the loud metallic bang of his weight sending echoes in the room as he lifted his arms to test the power-servos to ensure they were working correctly. A small blip appeared in the top left corner and with a quick flick of his eyes, Xavier opened it.. to see Lieutenant Cho's, her hair tied hastily into a ponytail, but he could still make out wisps of hair that she had not found the time to tame yet, face staring back at him, "Commander, have you decided?"

"Send the reserves to escort the civilians," Xavier said as he raised his left knee before lowering it and raising his right, testing each joint in turn.

"Of c-," Cho started, her big dark eyes shooting back to him as they widened, "Reserves, Commander?"

"You heard me, Lieutenant. I will be leading the main force to New York to secure it," Xavier said as he finished his spot check.

"But sir, we don't have the men, we-" Cho started, her words starting to ramble as a few strands of long dark hair slipped out as she was frantically checking her reports.

"We don't have a choice," Xavier said, cutting off her ramble.

"But there are other Commanders, yo-we can't do this alone," Cho said trying to appeal to his common sense.

"They will do nothing. One is content to stay in his region, the other is doing Lord knows what, if we do nothing, those civilians will die. If we don't go to New York, it will fall, we do it because we must, that is all there is to it, they will not be abandoned to suffer under NOD," Xavier said as he moved to the grab the experimental plasma rifle from the containment field.

"But si-"

"You are dismissed, Lieutenant," Xavier said as he disconnected the call.

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Drop pods lined the launch bays as Xavier made his way to one to load up for the mission..

"Commander!" a woman's voice shouted across the base.

Xavier paused to turn.. his HUD locking onto a 4'8 woman with a mess of a ponytail charging across the field at him, a bundle of papers in her arms as lose sleeves of them went flying up and over her shoulder in the wind that soldiers scrambled to pick up, "Commander!"

Xavier stepped away from the pod, the blue of his visor taking her in as she came to a stop, her breath in gasps, and looked up to glare at him... As if the fact he was over twice her size in his power armor meant nothing.

"You can't go!" she said as she tried to somehow fix the papers and her hair at the same time, and doing a reasonable job at both, "If you die we lose Korea!"

"Then I won't die," Xavier said as he bent down, the servos in his armor whirling, to grab a loose paper.

"This isn't a joke, commander! What are we to do while we wait?" Cho said as she gnashed her teeth, looking more and more like an angry honey badger, "We have soldiers who need training, we are missing most of our equipment, the boys are still waiting for their pay! Our base barely has enough power to keep the lights on and we do not have any tiberium stockpiles to speak o-"

Xavier held up his hand to cut her off, "What would you have me do?"

Lieutenant Cho's mouth fell a bit agape, "Well, first of all," she stressed clearly her annoyance with him having overcome her shock at the situation, "We need a proper place for soldiers to stay and train, we need those weapon shipments from HQ, we need a secure line of supplies and credit, we need to find and harvest tiberium fields, we need to strengthen our defenses, we need-" Cho took a breath and glanced at the papers in her arms, "We need a place for the refugees.. They have no where to go and are going to be slaughtered or left to starve. I know its not a priority, but sir, I have family here."

"Then do it," Xavier said as he stepped into his drop pod and started to strap himself in.

"Do what, Commander?" Cho said, a bit taken back.

"Build your centers to process the refugees. Take them in. Give them food. Shelter," the magnetic clamp locked down on his shoulders to keep him from bouncing around the pod like a tin can when it launched.

"Commander, we barely have enough for ourselves and you're risking everyth-" Cho said, but already her mind was turning over the numbers, trying to see how it could be done.

"We risk everything because if we don't, we will lose everything, Lieutenant. I leave you in command until I return," Xavier said as he reached out to slap the door control, slamming it shut in the midst of her protest.

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Personal Stats
Intelligence: 0
Command: 1
Strategy: 2
Bureaucracy: -1

Faction Stats
Military Power: 3
Credit Power: 2
Energy Power: 1
Tiberium Power: 0

Structures
Armory
All Heavy Units gain a +1 to rolls

Drop Pod Uplink
Allows Drop Pod to be used 1 additional time per turn

Barracks
All Infantry gain a +1 to rolls

Base Defense
Anti-Air Turrets

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Scene
Argonauts deploying to 1C [Battle of New York]. Xavier is taking the field personally as a Commando [will be buying a commando so its him {Know that means he can die, but RAGE! RAGE! FUCKING RAGE!}].



What the NOD will hear when his drop-pod lands..

Action 1
Knowing the other GDI forces are busy with petty inaction, Xavier will deploy reserve forces to Mission 1A to save the civilians.

Action 2
1 CP and 1 EP to build processing camps and relocation facilities for the refugees of the NOD attack.
 
“Commander! We lost contact with the Goddard Space Center.” An officer in-charge of communications shouted from his station. Cornelius furrowed his brows.

“Send a priority military communication request.”

The communications worked started working on it immediately and then they waited. 5 seconds…. 30… 45 seconds…. 1 minute…

“Sir, Goddard Space Center has-“

“I know well the importance of the Space Center, Lieutenant. I was once the Base Commander of it.” Cornelius cut off the officer as he stood up, the cold-looking Commander clearly looking agitated. The A-SAT Control Center was located in the Space Center. If it can’t be communicated with even with a priority request then according to protocols, the base can be considered lost. If it’s lost, then…

“SEND A PRIORITY REQUEST TO THE PHILADELPHIA.” Cornelius feels a lump stuck in his throat as he tries to imagine the unthinkable.

“Connected.” An officer announced as Bill, the Commander of the Philadelphia appeared in his screen with a clearly annoyed face. “Cornelius, tell me why I was pulled out from the summit to answer-“

“Evacuate the station, right now.”

“What are you talking about?” The Commander looked utterly confused. Cornelius, whose patience was running thin shouted without care for rank, “RIGHT NOW. GODDARD CAN’T BE REACHED. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?”

“I- we need to confirm.” He immediately gestured for one of his officers but before the officer could respond, the lights around them switched red. Alarms started blaring and the Commander Bill just shouted, “SHIT!”

“Commander Cornelius, we’re detecting multiple ICBMs heading towards the Philadelphia.” An officer reported who also started looking agitated. Cornelius looked at Bill who simply just looked back at him. The background behind Bill started becoming chaotic as different officers were shouting and running around, likely in panic as they must have received the same information.

"The orbital defense system is offline. Goddard cannot be contacted. Philadelphia is..." Commander Bill's face scrunched up in anger and unwillingness before slamming the console in front of him. "God fucking damn it."

"20 seconds to estimated detonation." An officer reported.

Cornelius just stayed silent. Commander Bill then laughed in surrender. "Listen to me, Cornelius. GDI MUST tide through this storm. Ensure this. Godspeed." The live video feed was immediately replaced with static.

"Missiles have detonated. Contact lost with GDSS Philadelphia. Cameras have been repositioned to confirm status of the station..."

"Cameras repositioned. GDSS Philadelphia has been destroyed. Status is conclusive. Jesus fucking Christ."

"Multiple debris are estimated to enter the atmosphere."

Commander Cornelius slumped back in his command seat as he rubbed his forehead listening to all the incoming reports.



"Hmmm..." Commander Cornelius stared at the table with a digital display of the world map. There were a lot of Red Marks on the Blue Zones indicating an attack on GDI territory by the NOD.

"Commander, should we remain in the Western Pacific? Redirect the Fleet to defend Korea and Japan... I'm sure the other Commanders will answer Captain Denver's call. I've received reports that the 3rd Armored Infantry Division and The Royal Mechanized Regiment are mobilizing to answer the Captain's call." One of Cornelius' trusted Lieutenants offered up his opinion.

"Not enough." Cornelius promptly replied which left the Lieutenant confused.

"The Argonauts. They are spreading themselves thin attempting to rescue civilians and repelling the attack in New York." Cornelius zoomed the digital map to New York. He has been receiving reports of the status of the city and a majority of them have been bad news.

"We will head to reinforce New York. Losing New York would threaten the interim GDI HQ in Washington D.C. and shake our hold over the Eastern Seaboard. We will return and reclaim Singapore once we've repelled the NOD scums."

"As you command, Commander!"




Scene: Battle of New York (Mission 1C)

Order 1: Upgrade the efficiency of the Construction Center onboard the Damocles. (Aiming for like bonuses AND/OR additional base defense every construction)

Order 2: Construct a Research Station onboard the Damocles.
 
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Titan Corporation
Turn 01



Two children are playing out in the ruins of a building, laughing as they move about the rubble chasing one another seemingly in a game of tag. The boy of the pair trips and scraps himself on the floor which makes the both panic.

"Oh no, Billy, you might be contaminated! We need to get you back to the house right now!"

"We better hurry, Susie, I don't want to turn into a mutant!"

Billy looks next to tears before a man in slacks, loafers and a sweater seemingly steps out of the rubble.

"Now don't you worry young man, do you have your emergency dose of Tiberloids?"

The man holds up a green cylinder container with the Titan logo and TIBERLOIDS across the side of it. The boy shakes his head in a pout before the man laughs and hands him the case, which Billy takes two pills from.

"Thanks, mister!" Billy and Susie scamper off screen as the man turns towards the camera a with a sympathetic smile.

"Hi there, I'm Roy Sinclair. You might recognize me from the Tibericide movie franchise, available at your local rental stations or streaming channels for you more well to do types. Do you worry about your children risking potential contamination and exposure to Tiberium dust? Are you already afflicted by a Tiberium infection and wish to slow its progression?"

A various array of images play, including inhalation of tiberium dust and Forgotten shown in various stages of contamination. Several are shown in more pleasant states, holding Tiberloid containers while smiling. The screen soon flashes back to the still smiling Roy Sinclair as he is walking along and handing out Tiberloids to some other children, ruffling their hair before he focuses back on the camera.

"Sadly, while there is yet to be a cure for Tiberium contamination, there have been MAJOR advancements in fighting and reducing its effects on human biology. The Titan Corporation is happy to provide this amazing drug at an affordable price that even the most destitute can afford it through some well-designed payment plans. The real question you have to ask yourself is simple, can you afford to NOT buy Tiberloids?" Roy Sinclair pops a couple of the pills into his own mouth, swallowing them with a cheeky wink.

Tiberloids are an experimental product under constant reworking and reformulation. The Titan Corporation does not claim any responsibility for those who choose to engage in ingestion of earlier variants of the drug which are no longer under contractual or legal obligations at this time. TIBERLOIDS are a trademarked product of the Titan Corporation. Any attempted to replicate the formula could result in extra-judicial responses from Titan Security Forces. Titan Pharmaceuticals claims all rights to any developments or changes found in illegal replications of their products.

Alfred Cronos listened to the requests coming in from the civilian channels even as he watches news streams flowing in from GDI, Nod and various independent sources from among the Forgotten and Civilian factions. He drums his fingers as even now he was watching the live feeds of debris from the Philadelphia going into re-entry like burning streams of shattered hope. He stern expression concealing that calculating mind that had managed to turn science into a tidy business. Countless products were sold to the various sides of this terrible conflict, even as Titan provided services to the scattered points of civilization in the Yellow Zones.

"What a disaster, we had a supply contract for the Philadelphia," grumbles one of the board members from his own screen on the wall. Various other faces of board members nodding and looking a bit stunned from events.

"We need to pivot sharply to recover from this loss. Its bad enough Nod will probably try to undercut our prices again for the MREs we've been selling to them. They always pull that crap after one of there big moves," snarls a woman from another screen.

"Alfred, you're supposed to have the answers for moments like this!" Demanded another man from his own screen. Several other board members jeering in agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I do have answers," Alfred said in a calm voice was he finally switches off the main screen and looks to the various screens with board members on them. He'd long since instituted the policy of virtual meetings, partially to hinder assassination attempts and using it as a means of controlling the board in interactions. He could mute anyone he wanted to but rarely did, reserving it as a means to show displeasure while allowing the board to snarl at him.

"Our first response? Is to serve our customers. To show the world that while GDI and Nod are busy battering the ever-loving shit out of one another, TITAN is doing real work. That our services are still there for them. That our products are still available. That Titan stands tall when the global giants bloody one another. Even now I know some Nodist is guzzling Titan Soda while some GDI techie is using a Titan app to fix comms that the Philadelphia attack just destabilized," Alfred said quite casually as he walks around the room as the cameras all follow him to maintain visual contact for the board members.

"That's all big talk, but how do we really show it?" Demands the woman from earlier as she pulls out a Titan brand cigarette and lights it.

"Simple, I've become aware of several market zones needing our attention. There is a scientific enclave in Russia that I intend to pluck scientists from and offer them employment. We can turn their information into new products or services. Then there is an attack in India. Titan Security will respond aggressively and CRUSH the Forgotten there to remind all that we are serious about our security contracts. WE provide peace and stability when the world powers fail. Any objections?"

The room was silent as the board considered his words. Slowly each screen showed a green light, showing approval of his plans. When the tally was complete, the screens all went dead as the meeting ended without another word. Alfred had their support to proceed. He would yet again remind them why Titan was HIS company and not theirs. He would show the world as a whole why he should be entrusted with its needs over the flailing dinosaurs of a past era like GDI and Nod.​

Mission
1B Russian Scientists

Actions
1: Mission 1A India Rescue/Support
2: Data Collection on Blue Zone conflicts​
 
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The Scrappers

Blood dripped down the NOD officer's face. Sasha hit him again with the butt of his AK. With a sickening crunch, the officer's nose snapped sideways and his spine reeled from the whiplash. In the background, Russian hardbass is pumped from a cobbled-together speaker system. As this torturous scene unfolded, dozens of scrapper militiamen danced while getting shitfaced on homemade vodka. A couple of them were working overtime on completing yet another nasty mech, occasionally popping their heads out to grin at the officer's suffering.

“Boys, boys,” Sasha began, wrapping his arm around the officer's neck in a mock sign of brotherhood. “This fucker…thought he was safe…IN OUR WOODS, BAHAHAHAHA!”

As soon as he broke out in laughter, the room was rife with hoots and hollers.

“Not so tough when you're fighting real men, and not a bunch of women and kids eh cyka?” The smell of booze and pickled beets was heavy on Sahsa’s breath, and the officer recoiled in disgust.
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Sasha held his AK to the officer's head. The cold metal pressed on the man's temple and made him sweat. His life passed before his eyes in a matter of seconds. Then it fell to the raid where it all went wrong. The bad intel, the soldiers getting lost, and the scrapper mechs emerging from the treeline like fucking roaches. The NOD soldiers didn't stand a chance. They were hungry, war-weary, and caught completely out in the open. They didn't even have vehicles to contend with the scrapper mechs. Within seconds they were all dead or dying, peppered with anti-infantry munitions. Those who survived were taken back, beaten for information, and killed. This officer was all that was left.

Part of him begged for death. He didn't want to join NOD. But their leadership offered him work. Food. Housing. He didn't participate when the other soldiers massacred innocents, as Sasha claimed. He didn't want the nuke to be dropped either. In truth, all this man wanted was three square meals and a house.

Funnily enough, he didn't even blame the scrappers for their brutality towards NOD. NOD did, after all, cause a nuclear apocalypse. And these scrappers just wanted a world where their children could call home.

Before Sasha could pull the trigger, the officer cried out. “Spare me! I'll tell you everything I know. I'll work for you. I'll clean your fucking floors with a toothbrush. Just please don't hurt me!”

A smile crept across Sasha's lips. “You see boys? They're all pussies when the chips are down.” He kicked the officer to the floor, knelt, and whispered to him. “You know when your boys had me, they beat me for a week straight and I didn't make a peep.” There it was again—that awful smell of beets and vodka.

The officer trembled. “Look, the energy calibration of your pillar of light is off. I was an engineer before they made me an officer. Just keep me on a literal leash for all I care. I can help you. You have NOD tech!”

Sasha yawned. “Yea yea. You have a week to get the tower working even better. You fuck it up? I gut you like a pig.”

A few weeks later, Sasha got a call from a terrified fellow civilian. A red-blooded worker, a proletariat getting stomped on by the bourgeoisie boot of NOD. He lit his fifteenth cigarette for the day and took a deep drag. As he strode down the rusted walkways overgrown with moss, he hummed “The Red Army is the Strongest” to himself. He got on his radio uplink and said in the cheeriest voice he could muster. “Listen up zasranets, NOD cowards are killing your fellow workers in Southern Canada. Get in your mechs and rip them new assholes! WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE!”

Off in on one of the many scrapper staging grounds, mechs rumbled to life. They smelled of rust, oil, sweat, and determination. Rust caressed their bodies like a gentle woman, curling around their vicious claws and heavy machine guns begging for blood. They spat black smog in the sky as they climbed onto their troop transports.

In the barracks, brave men and women suited up in hand-me-down flack jackets. They cleaned their lacquered AK-47s with care, singing old war songs while they did it. Men shaved their faces meticulously to fit their gas masks- no telling what would happen in the warzone. Everyone downed fistfuls of anti-tiberium pills to stave off the effects of the toxic gas. For some, it was their first mission. Veterans gravely warned the noobs of NOD tricks, reassuring everyone that even if they died, it was for a just cause. NOD had to be stopped at all costs.

The makeshift war-birds flew off into the sunset, leaving a trail of filthy smog and pure human grit. The scrappers may lose, or they may win. One thing was for sure though. NOD would bleed.


What Those NOD Fucks Are Gonna Hear

Turn Events

+ 2 scrap from Junkyard
+ 2 CP from lumberyard


Inventory
2 scrap
2 CP


Mission
1-C. Time to save some Canadians.

Actions
1. Spend 1 CP to fund a recruitment campaign as far as they can. The Scrappers need YOU to fight to make a better future for your fellow workers.
2. Spend 1 CP to buy better equipment for soldiers.

 
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The Tiberium Twins, Maxim & Talasin Mashiach
Turn 1 - the Forgotten


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    The Impossible Twins
    [Section Theme] - Australia / Outside the Sunset Grove - Concurrent to Grove ambush of Nod Purifiers. (My test battle.)

    [Talasin]

    Key: [~Italics~] Dialogue between the deep bonds of the twins, deeper beyond normal telepathy.

    Murphy's Law states that if you don't do something preventative, a related bad thing happens. Not to mention vice versa. But, what if you do and it happens anyway? Insanity? Stupidity? Ignorance? Should I say the definition of insanity? Mother always had many thoughts on everything. The inner complexities of this world. A man like our father would inspire that. I'd hope so. Mother remembered others. Father had others. Could... we meet our brothers and sisters? How many do we have? Are they alive? Why does he hate us? Why did he abandon us? If our father is our savior, a bringer of enlightenment. Would we, his sons, not be important to him? Doesn't he love us? Cold... it was suddenly cold. My skin warm, my hair feels nice. Surface... it only touched the surface. Cold, the cold came from deep within... the passages familiar. Not made of stone or metal. Made of fond memories, trust, and love... Maxim. No, not you. My ears woke up. Screaming...yelling... I could hear guns...shots firing. Splattering of blood. My eyes were next. Smoke, dust... what was happening? I felt around for Maxim. Surely, he would be here. I... I screamed his name. In... my mind. It felt off. Reality and mind. Weren't they the same? I guess they are to some. Maybe even my father. Maxim... I need you. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. His hand, I could feel his aura, his mental presence. Worry, regret, fear. His emotions. Distress, he was in distress for me. His heart accelerating. Thoughts whirring... In many humans, that is a bad thing. The tiberium changed us, and our father's alien nature gave us else. No, our minds accelerating is like a car. More kinetic energy and thus, greater damage. Maxim pressed his forehead against mine as my eyes came into focus. Nod, Brotherhood of Nod. They surrounded us, holding out prods. Mother would say cattle prods. Do people treat those gentle animals this way?

    Rage, sorrow, bloodlust, pain... Was Max hurt? No, he felt fine. His emotions in turmoil. Bodies, there were bodies on the ground. Most ripped apart in some fashion; blood pooling, severed arms and legs, ripped out bones. Maxim held me, covering me as they raised their prods and stepped forward. Maxim looked at all of them, gripping me harder. One, with some decorative armor, least it seemed like so, moved further. He adjusted a watch on his wrist.

    ~Talasin, are you alright? You're not hurt...~

    ~I'm fine. I don't know what happened. Where are we?~
    Maxim pressed his forehead to mine. Tenderness, love, sweetness... the soaring feeling of the depths of his love. He hasn't frozen over... yet. I wanted to hold him, let the warmth of his skin comfort me. But, as I felt his forehead, he was gone. My eyes followed as he smashed his fist into a grunt's head, shattering it like glass. Moments pass the blood began to splatter. Resonance could do many things. Each strike, each fist. A beautiful ring. The ringleader was just about to speak. Their eyes widened, their bodies shook. Maxim swings a kick, crinkling another like tinfoil. His resonance making his body brittle. Discharges, footsteps... everything was fading in and out. A spine ripped out, another impaled by it. One in six or more pieces. An arm shoved down one's throat. One an irradiated mess. My brother must have given him a "tiberium kiss". All that remained was the ringleader.

    "Have mercy!" He fell to the ground, crawling away as his body locked up in fear. Everything felt cold and dark. I could see shards of white tiberium. Maxim... he pierced the ringleader to the ground. He screamed and begged. But, Maxim couldn't hear him. Maxim wasn't taking in any audio. Rage, brotherly rage, confusion, fear; Maxim was afraid. Not of the ringleader, but what was happening to me. The color began to drain out of the ringleader's body. Maxim was draining the blood out of his body. I could see tiberium probes flay out of the shards, swishing and swooshing through his body. His hands emitting sound waves, resonating with his body to flush out his blood. Momma... what's happening to my brother? Everything felt so cold. The sky went... dark? Everything faded to grey. Momma... I'm scared. I need to save him. But, I don't know how. Am I going to lose my best friend?

    Everything went silent. I couldn't hear anything. Were my ears working? Then, I felt a hand on my chest. Was I laying on the ground? Hands, arms lifting me up. ~Talasin, talk to me. You can't be dead.~ Moisture, tears. A swirl of red and blue. Eyes just like mine. As I moved my hand, he snatched it, pushing my head against his chest. ~You're okay! What's wrong. You seem fine. Nothing's hurt.~ I could feel him banging on the door. He comes in. He wanders, walking. Then he looks down the passage. Our connection. In an instant, he left.

    ~Maxim! Wait, come back. I need you.~

    Hesitant breaths and Maxim spoke with his vocal coords. He never does that unless...

    "Tally, please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm poisoning you." He sniffles, shallowing hard, "Tally, please tell me what's wrong with me. Can you fix me? Do you have a plan? You always have a plan. You do! You always figure it out. Please, please, please. I don't want to hurt you no more. I don't want to poison you." He snuggled me, covering me under his shirt and coat. Mended by the materials in our tiberium crystals. Sobbing, he continued, "Please forgive me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

    I held his chin, relaxing in his arms. I love him. He's in conflict. And as I look in his eyes, the eyes of my best friend, my other half. I saw it. A shadow over his head. Not physcially there. In his mind, a manifestation of something. I felt its icy breath. And in a series of memories. I felt it there. Growing, feeding... Its been here a while. I've ignored it. Explained it away. I can't fail him again. I reached up to his temples, letting every time we fight and argue come back.

    "Why are you making me watch?!" Tears flowing down his face.

    "So that you know that you are forgiven. Always and completely forgiven."

    I understand momma. Its time for me to brave the cold of my brother's heart. To be available. To save my best friend.

    Maxim.

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Solace of The Choir
The old man quietly smiled as the missiles fired and struck the GDI pitiful little space station, he may not have been the one to order the strike he was there Sinclair had been consensus minder since day one and he had not stopped being so the old black hand member had become far too frail for field work but keeping an eye on their lastest and most loyal AI program was perfectly fine if anything he'd grown too see the AI as a friend of sorts, speaking on the AI its android like avatar was peaking over his shoulder as the new assignment rolled in.
"ooh back too irland! Lovely! Never been these myself we should totally go there I'm sure it will go swimmingly in the mean time iv taken the initative too expand our operation! A factory and radar, we've been running a little blind lately and frankly we could do with some more eyes and ears don't you think?" Consensus spoke with a wide toothy grin

"yes yes seems like a good idea I trust you've already made arrangements then?" Sinclair said with a small hum

"of course sinclar let us just enjoy the fireworks of our inevitable success"
builds:
Central Core- Can take an additional action every turn

Cyborg Factory- All Cyborg troops gain +1 to all rolls

Construction Crane- Generate 1 CP a turn. When you construct a building, gain another Base Defense structure.

Stealth Generator- Your base and all units in itis completely Stealthed unless they attack
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abilities:
We Are The Future- If a Battle is lost, do not lose MP. Can still lose MP in other ways.

Given Name- Have a Higher Chance of earning Hero Units

Action:
1) construct: radar facility
2) construction: war factory
3) construction: tiberium reactor

mission: deploy troops to 1-A (irish coast mission)
 
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Mining Op-37 B

-Civilians-
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“It’s quiet out here.”

“Good quiet or bad quiet?”

“An ‘I’m gonna enjoy this while it lasts,’ kind of quiet.”

“Shame we couldn’t bring Ozzie with us.”

“Yeah, he’d have loved this.”

“Woulda been barking his head off by now.”

“Like I said, would have loved it.”

“Haha. Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Sam?”



“Sam!”

Dr. Sam Mulgrew looks up at the man calling her name from the doorway of her ‘office.’ Outside the drone of heavy machinery continues on in the light of the desert sun, the same as every day since she’s arrived in the pit called Mining Operation 37 dash B. There used to be a 37 dash A, they told her, but then the Fiends got to it a while back and GDI let the poor bastards clear out. That was GDI, of course, plucked them from one pit and dropped them in another. Now, if the whole place exploded she suspected Nod would just shrug and tell them to keep going. That was just the way things worked out.

“Sorry, Frank, just mulling some things over, has the crew made it back yet?” Sam looks back down at her desk and tucks the medical reports she had been examining back away into their folders. Bad news. Again.

“No, not yet, Doc, they radioed ahead though. Uh,” he pauses and looks at the sheet of freshly printed paper in his hand. “Heavy casualties, the cannon crew is alright, as were the folks piloting the harvesters, but…”

“The rest?” She asks, despite knowing the answer. It’s always the same answer.

“Their bodies are being left a ways off from the site,” Frank doesn’t look her in the eye when he says it.

“Right. Tell the drivers and the cannon crew I need their full eval papers to get processed before they can go back into full rotation- and that comes with the penalties until I get them too, don’t forget to tell them that this time Frank,” Sam pulls herself up from her desk, feeling the weariness set in just at the thought of another long night.

At least she might have some good conversation tonight.

“Oh, and Frank?” She catches him right before he manages to leave, “I know the door fell off, but at least knock on the frame before you come in next time. We’re not living in a barn.” Yet.

Frank nods with that, and takes his leave. Sam takes her time gathering her things, it’s a long walk to the other side of the encampment, and the quicker she makes it the less likely it is things go wrong. Well, that’s not quite true. It’s more the less likely that people try pulling her for helping with things she really doesn’t have the time to do.

Bag checked, doubled checked, and once more just for good luck, and she heads out. She manages a whole of fifty feet before she clocks the straggly comms officer making his way to her.

“Hey boss, just wanted to let you know-”

“Sorry Doug, you know how it is, really don’t have the time! Go to O’Niel, he’s as good as clearing the messages up as I am, ‘least until we get those new parts in.” She leaves him in her dust before he can get another word in.

Triple checking must have really done it this time, as she gets to the quarantine sector without any further events. Or, it’s just that they expanded it out another block last week. Probably the latter.

Keycard in hand, she scans her way in, and braces herself for another day of fighting the inevitable.

At least they’re still fighting, right?


Action 1: Business as usual- harvest Tiberium crystals. Gatherers go out with the Nod Harvester. (Additional bonuses, may/may not apply? Listed just to make life easier:
Vehicle Factory- All vehicles gain a +1 to all rolls.
Tiberium Refinery- Gain an additional +1 TP every turn. When used with Harvesters vehicles, this also generates +1 CP every turn.
Tiberium Collectors- Your Faction is ESPECIALLY good at collecting tiberium. Double all Tiberium gains.)

Action 2: Ship it out! Sell 3 TP and convert it to 3 CP.
Tiberium Silo- Greatly increases the amount of max TP you can store. Allows you to sell TP for CP on a 1 to 1 basis.

 
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The Czechoslovak Legion

Karel Janoušek, legate of the Czechoslovak Legion, sits in his room, reading to waste away the time of his first hour off in many days. Is suddenly disturbed by an assertive pounding on his door.
"Come in!"
A clearly distressed coms officer bursts into the room before snapping to attention.
"As you were. Now, why have you decided to interrupt me?"
"Sir. My apologies sir... but your presence has been requested by my CO. The comms link with the Philadelphia, and as such much of the communication with the rest of the GDI is cut off."

in the coms room

Karel marches in, still clearly agitated at being interrupted, and walks straight over to the CO of the coms room.
"What is going on?"
"We don't know sir, all we know is that there was a sudden rush of communications then complete silence. The only coms we've been able to pickup is from our outposts and some nearby small GDI bases nearby. One thing is clear though, we have lost contact with the Philadelphia, we can only assume the worst."
"Shit…. Alright send word to the outposts and any nearby GDI bases to make their way to Prague. Send out patrols to all major Population centers in the area and tell them to prepare for NOD insurgency, try to evac them here, prepare refuge camps and tighten the defensive perimeter around Prague."

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Order 1:
Protect civilians: the VII, VIII and XII cohorts will be sent out to nearby towns and cities to evacuate the civilian populous to the safety of Prague.

Order 2:
Regroup: the XVII, IV, III, IX cohorts, previously on border protection, have been ordered to make their way to collect any GDI forces still remaining in contact and then make their way back to Prague.
 
Argonauts:

The Battle for New York is still to be decided- (To Be Resolved on Discord)

Action 1: Auto Processed battle. Victory for GDI. Nod Infantry crushed and the civilians were saved. Reward chosen: GDI Logistics officer- +1 Bureaucracy

Action 2: Spent 1 CP and 1 EP to build processing camps and relocation facilities for the refugees of the NOD attack.

The construction goes smoothly. Overseen by Lieutenant Cho, with the assistance of their new Logistics officer the resources were well spent. The “temporary” shelters ended up being more of the well constructed permanent kind. The refugees would have a place to stay that would help them until they can get back on their feet or until the danger of Nod has passed. Whichever comes first.

Plenty of amenities for civilians are put into place and soon enough, would be able to bring about a new dynamic within the camp. The people will be happy and willing to pitch in their fair share.

Refugee Camp- Gain access to Civilian Labor Force. These workers are grateful for all of GDI’s assistance in their time of need. They can be put towards a single task every turn to assist with an action: Construction, Mining, Research, etc.
 
Damocles Air Fleet:​

Battle of NY- (To be processed on Discord)

Action 1: Upgrade the Efficiency of the Construction Center onboard the Damocles

The engineers were given the orders to make their base even more efficient than it already was. A tall order if ever there was one. But these engineers knew that easily hundreds of thousands of lives were at stake.

They were about to go headlong into New York to face near impossible odds in order to protect it from the deadly forces of Nod.

So they had to put forth their best ability and chug out as much efficiency from the ship as they could manage.

And what they managed to do was bring forth some emergency power for their HQ.

New ability unlocked-

Power Surge: For two rounds of combat, all weapons from the Capital Ship gain a +2. Afterwards, the bonus becomes a -1 for two rounds until it returns to normal.

Action 2: Construct a Research Station onboard the Damocles

With the loss of the Philadelphia and the need for things to get onto the field as quickly as possible, the engineers were tasked with getting a research station up and running.

With time and effort, they managed to get one functional. It wasn’t top of the line or anything, but it would allow them to get the job done.

Spent: 1 CP

Gain:

Research Laboratory. When performing research, roll twice and take the higher roll.
 
ROYAL MECHANISED REGIMENT


“What the fuck is that about?!” Carwyn yelled, after watching the briefing from Captain Denver. “How could they let this happen?!”

Before him, Lieutenant Malcolm Ellis, was cool and calm in his demeanour. Far more the professional than Carwyn ever was, yet he knew what the Field Marshal brought to the table. While many of the British GDI were still caught up in protocol and being prim and proper, Carwyn was a man of action.

“Sir…they are requesting support and all other detachments are currently engaging with Nod forces all around the world. It is down to us to protect the airfields.” The Lieutenant said gently.

Carwyn sighed.

“Aye, I know Franklin. Just when things seemed to have quietened down, all this kicks off.” Carwyn pushed himself up from the desk and winked at the Major with a smile. “At least we get to give the new kit a run out ‘ey?!”

The Field Marshal reached to his side and pressed a button that opened up communications to the entirety of the GDI base.

“This is Field Marshal Llewellyn. As some of you may have already heard, Nod has unleashed simultaneous attacks on GDI facilities across the world. Philadelphia has been hit particularly hard. Losses are not currently confirmed but they are expected to be at the higher end of the scale.”

He paused for a moment to let the message register with his men, before continuing.

“We have been tasked with going over to the US to prevent one of our most strategically important air bases from falling into the hands of the enemy. This will be the first time in combat for many of you, but I know that every single one of you is worth fifty of those pricks. So buckle up lads, it’s time to go and show those Nod I'm uncultured that you don’t fuck with our family!”

As the communication cut out, cheers could be heard throughout the complex. Behind them footsteps followed as everyone began to rush to where they were needed.

“All Nod needed to do was leave well alone, but no…they have woken the dragon and they will reap what they have sown,” Carwyn said to Ellis, turning to looking out of his window as the mechs below began to spring into life…hopefully to save the day.

MISSION

Mission 1-B - Save the Airfields

ACTION 1

Create a covert organisation to siphon credits from Nod operations across the globe. Whether infiltrating or sabotaging Nod operations, seek to gain a regular source of income.

ACTION 2

Build a specialised mechanised research facility. The aim is to regularly provide benefit to mechanised units through improved weapons, defenses, propulsion and to unlock new units.


 
Titan Corporation

Mission
1B Russian Scientists

(To be Resolved on Discord)

Actions
1: Mission 1A India Rescue/Support (Resolved on Discord)


2: Data Collection on Blue Zone conflicts.


Data Collection under way. Nod has initiated a full scale assault on all GDI Blue Zones world wide.

It would seem that this was ti secure the Blue Zones for NOD. However, the strikes seem much more haphazard than one would think for a carefully orchestrated plan that took years to get into motion.

Clearly Kane is up to something. Something that fits more into a wider arc.

Conclusion: Many battles are under the jurisdiction of a Nod Commander known as The Legendary Insurgent. Recommend having him taken out to stabilize the conflict.

Contact discovered at Nod Waystation in Eastern Poland.

Gain access to new location: Nod Waystation.​
 
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Battalion Name:La Mula Muti

Battalion Location: Morocco, Africa

Character Name: Babalu

Character Stats:
Intelligence: -1
Command: 1
Strategy: 0
Bureaucracy: 2

Faction Stats:
MP (Military Power): 2
CP (Credit Power): 3 (+1)
EP (Energy Power): 0 (+1)
TP (Tiberium Power): 1

Speciality: Tiberium Drugs

Units

Nod Chemical Warriors
Wearing Light Armor and wielding rifles armed with chemical darts. HIGHLY EFFECTIVE AGAIBST INFANTRY, BUT NON EFFECTIVE AGAINST ARMOR.

Nod Rover
Lightly armored Nod vehicle capable of high speeds.

Infused Rocket Trooper
Nod Rocket troopers that have been infused with tiberium drugs for improved strength, accuracy and endurance

Salvaged Nod Flame Tongue
Nod Subterranean Flame Tank from Tib War 2

Infused Heavy Commando
Heavily armored Nod Commando Infused with Tiberium drugs to improve their strength and endurance. Armed with Dual Heavy Repeating Lasers, and C4. (Can only have 1 on the field)

Abilities

Legacy of The Crate
During Battle, can summon a Heavy Crate Mech (Junk Titan).

No Pain, No Gain
All foot troops gain an extra health

Buildings

Construction Yard
Produces Units/Vehicle's, allows building of structures and produces Energy each turn.

Drug Factory
Once per battle, you can give your units a +1 on their next roll. As long as this structure exists, you will gain 1 CP every turn

Statue of Boon
Units gain +1 Inspiration. In Base Defence, the statue transforms into a large Mech to defend the Base.

Bonus

Mysterious Medical Mutant Base
8 Forgotten Prisoners

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Turn 1

Babalu looked up into the canopy of his Blossom Trees, the foul fruiting flora drawing life from the ground beneath to feed it's growth. And Babulu's increasing empire.

Commander of La Mula Muti, a faction of NOD, Babalu had inherited the only tried and tested Anti Tiberium drug in the world from his civilian predecessors, the Sumpter Skirmishers. A gift he was keen to exploit. Increasing resistance to the effects of Tiberium and making it's users hardier, the NOD Commander had sold the drug to hospitals and black marketers worldwide, gaining new followers and great wealth in the process with the latter being pumped straight back into his increasing trade.

Lifting a small vial to his eyes, Babulu let the liquid drip into his eye. Exhaling languidly as the drug entered his system, Babulu mind drifted to his former rival in NOD Vega. A user like himself, the General had been content with merely taking Eye Candy while Babulu himself had become keen on selling it amongst his new and heavier drugs. As he walked out from the arboretum and on to the factory floor, Babulu could only watch on in quiet glee, only the more enhanced from the Eye Candy, as the workers crafted his drugs amongst the conveyor belts of the production floor.

Soon these drugs would reach further across the world. Into the hospitals and clinics. Into the hands of politicians and criminals. Into the hands of everyone. So many opportunities ripe for the taking. His thoughts turned to the mysterious base his forces had taken, a Forgotten medical facility. Another avenue to help increase his influence perhaps?

With a measured march Naraji approached the Drug Lord. Beautiful, well trained and formal, the Intelligence Officer was her superiors polar opposite in many ways. She stood to attention and cleared her throat, Babalu turning to her in response. Naraji lowered her gaze slightly to look at her Commander, the man being an inch or two smaller than her though the heavy jacket of his uniform help cover up the rest of his inadequacy, and held up to him a tablet.

“Sir, Now that the attack has been launched, Brother Bartholomew has some choice targets for us, if we wish to take it. The rewards can be quite wonderful from what I hear.”

Babulu stared at the tablet, unfocused but highly intuitive, the effects of the Eye Candy. Naraji could tell he was high but thanks to the Anti Tiberium drugs that many of La Mula Muti took, this was only a small buzz for something that could be outright dangerous.

After a few minutes, Babulu reached across and pushed the tablet down. "The prophet has delivered to us our Commandants"

"If i may, Commander, I suggest...."

Babulu glared at Naraji, with cold fury, pointing at her with two fingers apart and bringing them together to point at himself.

"You, look at me!"

He repeated his gesture each time he spoke to his intelligence officer, his heavy accent making his words even more brusque and demanding.

"You, look at me"

His rapidly shifting pupils were disconcerting for Naraji, making it hard for her to hold eye contact.

"Look. At. Me."

His icy gaze lingered, his pupils large like an endless void.

'I am not your Commander. I am your God"

Naraji distanced herself from the little man, taking a startled step back as she nodded in confused affirmation. "Good." Babulu visibly relaxed though his gaze was still cold. "Now go on. Say your piece."



Mission
1-C


Orders
Broaden Global Influence (2CP spent)

Explore Mysterious Medical Mutant Base. 8 Forgotten Prisoners, under Armed Guard, will lead the way.


Economy
Start TotalGainedSpentEnd Total
Military2--2
Credits3122
Energy01 1
Tiberium1--1
 
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The Scrappers

Mission

1-C. Time to save some Canadians.

((To be Resolved on Discord))


Actions



1. Spend 1 CP to fund a recruitment campaign as far as they can. The Scrappers need YOU to fight to make a better future for your fellow workers.

The recruitment campaign is a resounding success. With Nod on the offensive and GDI on the defensive, people are scared and confused.

But hearing the recruitment ads for The Scrappers gave people hope. Many came out from the woodwork.

Choose 1:

- The numbers are what is most important in this time of need. Hand them some weapons to join the fight. Gain 1 MP.

- Medium Scrap Tank. A group of Bandits showed up to support you with their Scrap Medium Tanks from abandoned Tib War 1 GDI bases

- Rusted Titan Squad. A group of Forgotten from out in the Red Zones that were in possession of Titans from the previous war.


2. Spend 1 CP to buy better equipment for soldiers.

Purchasing better and more modern equipment for the Scrapper Soldiers makes them much better at shots since they have weapons that don't "pull to the right" and don't need to be reloaded nearly as often.

Scrapper Soldiers gain a +1 to all rolls.
 
The Arctic Dreadfleet

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Within the bridge of the SS Pequod, there didn’t seem to be much activity going on. Of course, there was just enough officers stationed about the room to control and maintain the various systems of the ship as needed but it was the bare minimum required to keep the ship running. And sitting bored out of his mind in the Captain’s seat was none other than the newly promoted Admiral William, the fancier dressed Sea Captain resting his cheek on a upright knuckle while idly kicking his legs on top of a console in night in front of him. Simply calling it mere ‘boredom’ would be underestimating the current emotion that the Admiral, it was instead disappointment that radiated from the man.

After all, he had expected something grand after his recent promotion during his efforts when it came to claiming a Forgotten island out in sea. His performance was nothing short of spectacular with how he commanded this very vessel and the small fleet of ships he was assigned to in order to clear the beach fortifications in order to make way for the ground forces to hammer in the nail of victory. And other than for the loss of a singular drone, no men or ships had met their end at that very day. Excellency was what William strived towards after all, and a perfect victory was just enough to make him join the ranks of the higher ranking NOD officers as to truly follow Kane’s orders and make this world see just who the true leader of humanity was.

But orders were simply lacking for the most part, in fact, the only one he had received up until this point was to ‘hold until opportunity arrives’. Ugh, what’s a captain like him supposed to do to alleviate his boredom? He had already spent some of the day either giving his own personal training to his up and coming ‘New Blood’ officers… and he certainly wasn’t going to get drunk off the finest wine that France could offer… after all, he needed to maintain a proper appearance to his men! A captain shouldn’t be drinking away their boredom when important matters may be at hand!

However, he was soon snapped back into attention when hearing a beeping coming from the comm link to his console, William immediately moving his legs down to seem proper and professional, although internally, his excitement had grown at the thought of finally being able to do something. Once he pushed the button, instead of the usual communication of his First Mate reporting nothing of note occurring on the ship, seeing his Field Intelligences Officer, Valeria confirmed his excitement.

“Aha! A mission! Thank you for relaying this information to me, I shall handle it from here!” Admiral William’s voice echoed throughout the room, one befitting of a Captain as he wore a wide grin on his face, changing the communications channel in order to speak with the ‘Brother’ himself. And the selection of missions were more than befitting for a sea captain such as him! Although, one that certainly caught his eye the most is none other than the mission regarding Japan’s waters and dealing with a naval force. Giving a salute to the Brother, he then responded with “I, Admiral William, shall ‘hunt down’ the GDI dogs that lie within Japanese waters! We shall show our superior prowess in combat even if they were to be at full strength!”

After accepting the mission, William couldn’t help but enjoy the thought of the potential battle ahead. Finally, a task worthy of an admiral! He shall become the greatest sea captains this world has ever been blessed with soon enough! And so, moving out of his seat, William had raised and slammed a foot down onto the console in front of him as if it were table, a wide grin on his face as he reached up to grab a walkie talkie hanging from the ceiling.




“This is Admiral William speaking out to the crew. The time for action is now, we have been graced with delivering out Kane’s orders once more! And I want all hands on deck!”

A series of crewmen all throughout the ship had snapped to attention when hearing the orders being shouted throughout the speaker of the ship, and already, the men began to go to their stations, and like a swarm of ants traversing inside of a anthill, the halls were filled with men and women attempting to go to their designated spots as the Admiral continued to speak.


“We shall see it fit that we get this mission done as best as we could! So no slacking off in such an important time! Raise the anchors! Load the shells into the cannons! Chart a path with the coordinates given to us! Tonight, we shall hunt the ‘heart’ that contains all the evil in the world, a heart belonging to none other than the GDI! We shall face them at their strongest and still beat them, for we are followers of Kane, the true leader of Earth!”

From all throughout the ship, a series of yells had shouted out, praising the name of Kane and their Captain, their undying loyalty to the Admiral was apparent. And so… as the Captain continued to shout his orders… the crew obeys.


Elsewhere

Within the coasts of Japan, nearby the GDI naval base, some of the guards stationed at the base would have began to find strange flyers placed all around, being none other than created by the very Arctic Dreadfleet and being an idea of the Admiral. After all, what is a fight if the enemy were in shambles? If he could prove that he could fight the GDI at their strongest and still manage to crush all resistance, it would only make his reputation grow in return.

The very flyers themselves had a mixture of English and Japanese words on it, mainly used to ensure that anyone would get the point. On the front cover was the sight of a Scorpion, one representing the flag of Nod, standing above the waters and facing towards the reader. From there, red text had stated out:


‘You have been marked by the Dreadfleet… prepare for combat’

Free actions:
1. Accept request to do Mission 1-B

2. Sneak flyers nearby the GDI base to get them at their strongest and to attempt to crush them at their stringest

Actions:
1. Send a group of ships to start dredging and pull up underwater wrecks to try and find anything valuable to either use or sell.

2. Provide Naval artillery support to those taking on the Irish NOD mission
 
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Sunset Grove


[Together] Scene: Accept Forgotten Mission 1-A ((To be Resolved on Discord))


Action 1- [Talasin] Construct Structure: Sound Pylons; Like a pedestal, a crystal is suspended magnetically in the air by a spiky tiberium crag. Underneath a series of electrical grids connected to the tiberium network to supply the building materials. All to enhance cohesion was an important yet mundane task for the twins. To ensure control and defragmentation of tiberium elements under their control. A tiberium hivemind is both psychic and sonic. Improve the flow of supplies for creation, efficiency, and improved command projection. A simple yet elegant improvement. and sonic, one of the many reasons why it couldn't be done before. The sonic harmonization will improve the flows of materials through the tiberium river network, pumps, and roots. The trees of the grove collecting carbon and debris from the air and depositing in. It was also dipping toes in the water for developing and creating cerebrates, underlings designed to assist in control functions.

Using 1 CP, gave the creation of The Sound Pylon to give more energy, free flowing Tiberium Energy to their people.

Sound Pylon- Every turn converts 1 TP to main a +1 EP on your total. If the TP is not spent on a turn, your EP reverts to normal. Ex, 3 EP. Spend 1 TP per turn to have 4 EP. Stop spending TP and it reverts to 3 EP



Action 2: [Maxim] Conduct Operation/Construction: Molen Mining Operation; The Molen, useful to many degrees. Not just for ripping tanks apart. They can be used for their obvious purpose. To mine. Adventure! Explore! What could we find? Maxim is the passionate, emotive twin. Talasin is incredibly logical and introspective. So while the thinking twin does the "thinking", Maxim will explore and gather a earthen bounty for the grove. Digging and making mineshafts to find precious materials. Why get a drill machine when a giant mole will outpace it for years to come? Not to mention, lines of tiberium will run down with sonic pumps to assist with material collection and transportation. Not to mention deliver oxygen, water, and nutrients to the molen so they can mine for much longer. What would Maxim find?

Using the Molen to mine was a brilliant idea! They were natural born diggers after all. And it wouldn't take a mineral sniffing Tiberium Fiend to uncover a cache of resources when you have creatures that can dig as well as any large drill used by Blunts.

The initial dig was successful. However if they want it to become a more permanent thing, they'll need to spend some resources to manage and care for the mine. At present. They managed to uncover enough rare rocks that they earned 2 CP.
 
Solace of The Choir

1)construct: radar facility

Without the neccesary funds, constructionof the Radar Facilitywent extremely poorly. Time and effort was wasted and to the conclusion that I. The end, nothing was able to be done. Due to the complete catastrophe, any further attempts to build a Radar Facility will require 2 CP.


2) construction: war factory

Even without the necessary funds, the Resourceful A.I. managed to scrounge up the necessary parts from previous iterations of their base over the years in order to craft a fully functional War Factory.

All Ground Vehicles gain +1 to rolls.

3) construction: tiberium reactor

It was hard work, dealing with what little resources they possessed, but the AI knew what to do when funds were low.

And that was to plunge forward anyway. In the end, it was a complete success.

Gain +1 EP
 
Mining Op- 37 B


Action 1: Business as usual- harvest Tiberium crystals. Gatherers go out with the Nod Harvester. (Additional bonuses, may/may not apply? Listed just to make life easier:
Vehicle Factory- All vehicles gain a +1 to all rolls.
Tiberium Refinery- Gain an additional +1 TP every turn. When used with Harvesters vehicles, this also generates +1 CP every turn.
Tiberium Collectors- Your Faction is ESPECIALLY good at collecting tiberium. Double all Tiberium gains.)

The massive mining operation was a massive success. The vast horde of Nod Harvesters picked through the Tiberium fields at record pace. It was a harvest the likes of which had not been seen by the company in a long time.

Gain 17 TP ( 8 success. Double amount. +1 TP)

Action 2: Ship it out! Sell 3 TP and convert it to 3 CP.
Tiberium Silo- Greatly increases the amount of max TP you can store. Allows you to sell TP for CP on a 1 to 1 basis.

It wasn't very hard to sell the Tiberium, though they drove a hard bargain and only gave 3 CP for the selling of 6 TP. Not that it was hard for them to acquire, but this felt like highway robbery. Something would have to be done in the future about thus injustice.
 
The Czechoslovak Legion


Order 1:
Protect civilians: the VII, VIII and XII cohorts will be sent out to nearby towns and cities to evacuate the civilian populous to the safety of Prague.


There was a major problem. While some people were heading the call to evacuate to the safety of Prague, the vast majority were ignoring the call. Either because they felt that after the fall of The Philadelphia that GDI couldn't protect them when they couldn't protect themselves, those that felt that they might have better protection under the Brotherhood and those that were just too plain scared.

Choose one option:

- Forcibly evacute the civilians to safety.
- Rounds up those that seem like they might be Nod sympathizes and lock them up.
- Let them be.
- Attempt to further appeal to them.



Chosen option: Attempt to Further appeal to Them. CRIT SUCCESS

General Keral gave an impassioned speech about how though GDI is on the defensive, we are all stronger together. That in times of Danger, The Brotherhood will throw their people to the wolves as they are a Brotherhood in name only.

That GDI will protect them through thick and thin against all odds, even putting themselves in danger to do so.

This greatly emboldened the people and they all packed up what they could and headed for the safety of Prague.

Choose 1:
- Gain 1 MP
- Gain civilian corp of engineers
- Gain Supply Line

Order 2:
Regroup: the XVII, IV, III, IX cohorts, previously on border protection, have been ordered to make their way to collect any GDI forces still remaining in contact and then make their way back to Prague.

Most GDI forces have been scattered or fled to other outposts of GDI Commanders. A small group of GDI units answered the Call however.

Choose 1:

- Gain Mammoth Mk III tanks.
- Gain Pitbulls and Predator Tanks
- Gain 1 CP or 1 EP


Chosen option: Mammoth MK III tanks.

A platoon of Mammoth MK III tanks had been out on patrol when the call came out. They pulled into the base to give their support.

Mammoth MK III tank-A heavy hitting tank that can strike against land and air enemy units. This is the PRIDE of GDI ground forces.
 
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ROYAL MECHANISED REGIMENT


MISSION

Mission 1-B - Save the Airfields (To be Resolved on Discord)

ACTION 1

Create a covert organisation to siphon credits from Nod operations across the globe. Whether infiltrating or sabotaging Nod operations, seek to gain a regular source of income.

Attempts to organize a concrete effort to infiltrate or sabotage Nod operations in an attempt to gain a regular source of income from the Brotherhood was unfortunately muddling at best.

Choose 1:

- Gain a one time source of 2 CP
- Gain a WEAK SPY as a one time use to sabotage a Nod operation.
- Gain one time source of 1 CP and Penalty to one Nod Operation (PLAYER) to be sprung at time of choosing

ACTION 2

Build a specialised mechanised research facility. The aim is to regularly provide benefit to mechanised units through improved weapons, defenses, propulsion and to unlock new units.

Unlike the poor showing for the credit siphoning operation, the Mechanized Research Facility went off without a hitch. And in fact, went better than expected. Brilliant GDI minds flocked to your new facility, eager to help assist in improving your mechanized hardware.

Choose one:

- Gain Impressive Mechanized Hardware Facility
- Gain Expert Mechanized Research Facility
- Gain High Quality Mechanized Facility and Mammoth MK III unit type.
 
La Mula Muti

Mission 1-C

Orders
Broaden Global Influence (2CP spent)

Action 1. The plan to expand Global Influence went extremely well. Control stretched all across the African Continent as well as into Eastern Asia.

Your Faction of Nod has influence in these regions and gain 8 CP

Choose 1:

- Whenever you operate a mission in those regions, gain advantage on rolls.
- Choose two countries and gain a small base in each of them.
- Gain an additional 2 CP


Option 2 picked.

Base in Ethiopia and Odisha.

Both consist of:
Construction Yard
2 Nod Power Plants
Drug Factory
Hand of Nod
2 Laser Turrets

Action 2. Explore Mysterious Medical Mutant Base. 8 Forgotten Prisoners will lead the way.

Unlike the huge success of the drug trade, the exploration of the Hospital did not go well.

Mostly they were led through dead ends and at one point, one of the Forgotten attempted to lead them into a trap, but was gunned down by a Nod Soldier.

Choose 1:

- Execute the other Forgotten for the Betrayal of the One
- Punish them and try again next turn. (This will still be an action next turn to explore)
- Set them free and track them to locate another Forgotten Base


Option 2 picked:

The Forgotten are punished harshly, but kept alive. It is doubtful that they'll make the same error in judgment as the one who was killed.

The base remains as a treasure trove to explore.

Gain 2 Medical Facility Tokens.
 
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Glory Be To Kane. These were the thoughts going through Pancrazio's head as his gaze shifted sideways, regarding the Unit Capitanos within the briefing room. On the screen projected before them, Brother Bartholomew had delivered his edict, and outlined their plans. "Fratelli, this is our moment to shine. For too long we have languished in this zone, trying to survive by the skin of our teeth while those GDI dogs enjoy their cake in the greenest of fields. Well, no longer!" The Capitanos exchanged glances, but said nothing, merely listening. The room had fallen silent, save for the soft breaths of excitement as they read the mission debrief on their own terminals.

"Our good friends over at Canada have promised us auxiliary support during our mission. Look forward to that. Additionally, we will be mobilizing with the Solace of Choir. As commilitoni, we will do our best to support them. I've spoken with Central Consensus and we have hashed out a plan. We will be taking center stage and launching a direct assault against the fortifications, distracting them so our AI Fratelli will flank and rush them. This plan is contingent on us. Do not fail. Do not make me look bad, lest I personally deliver your head to Kane himself, capiche?"

"Si, Comandante." They intoned. Pancrazio nodded, flinging an arm out dramatically in a gesture towards the double style doors. "Then do what must be done. Do not hesitate, show no mercy. Partenza!"
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The Italian Battalion began to mobilize. Within buildings, the high pitched whir of drills and the steady thrum of welding torches could be heard. In the vehicle bay, a large scorpion tank slowly came to life. However, it was bigger and heavily armored, boasting fearsome twin barrels reminiscent of the oh so despised Mammoth Tank. Pancrazio had learned a thing or two from those worthless dogs, and improved upon it. The turret slowly shifted, the cannons adjusting as it underwent calibrations. Everything seemed to be good. Capitano Arpeggio was the Capitano del carro armato, in charge of the primary tank battalion. He smiled within the commander's seat of the massive Basilisk tank, certain his men would be at the front of the deployment.
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Outside, several large vehicles wait on standby, technicians crawling all over them. Hatches on the back remain open, as high explosive shells are loaded in. Capitano d'artiglieria Angelo supervised the loading of the artillery, nodding in approval at the efficiency. They would surely be invaluable during the primary assault, and he was determined to be the one to claim Glory in the name of Kane.
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In front of several squads of heavy infantry, Black Hand Initiates, and a few Arms of Kane elites, Capitano di fanteria Alessia stood screaming at them, spouting generic lines about victory, how glorious Kane is, and how important they would be in the landing mission on the distant shores of Ireland. She was confident that their Comandante would heavily rely on her units to break through the frontlines and take out the bunkers, and earn herself the top performer in the post battle debrief. The units cheered in unison, hellbent on destroying the GDI menace and claiming Ireland for their glorious leader.
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Meanwhile, Lorenzo calmly took out a cigarette and lit it, quietly sitting on a metal outcrop, lounging lazily. He wasn't in any particular hurry to mobilize. After all, he wasn't even sure if they'd need his services. After all, he was the star of the show in most cases. The only man capable of piloting the pride of the Battalion. He took a drag from the cigarette and slid it out of his mouth, gazing skward and blowing a soft cloud of smoke outwards. Above him towered the humanoid frame of a massive mecha, and the metal outcropping he was sitting on was just one of its toes. He smiled lazily, wishing death and doom upon those GDI dogs.

He was a Capitano, but also a pilot of the best weapon they had on hand, the mighty Crimson Avatar. And perhaps on this glorious day, it would finally see action.
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The Battalion mobilized, and with the help of Kane's best and brightest in the logistics department, shipped for Ireland to begin their noble crusade. They weren't here just for the potatoes. They were here for the entire fields, the entire city. The entire country. All of it would be theirs, and if it was their destiny to die on the sands of a foreign shore, so be it. Kane was always watching, and so long as they died honorably, there would always be a place for the fallen at his side when he achieves Ascension. They all believed in that, in one way or another.

Glory be to Kane. May our sacrifices lead to victory, and may the blood we shed ensure his ultimate triumph over the worst GDI had in its metaphorical pockets.
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ACTIONS TAKEN
FREE ACTION: Deploy for Mission 1-A
ACTION 1: Establish a suitable beachhead for preliminary assault on defensive fortifications
ACTION 2: Falsify leaked military intelligence with the intent on diverting enemy forces to a fake landing point
 
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Outcull
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Vlhnnl toyed with a scratched up pencil in hand, scheming away at impossibilities of designs as if they were accomplishable in a matter of minutes. The world wasn't in an ideal place to peacefully partake in the joys of questionable science at the moment with all the war and whatnot going on. Hell's unwiped unpleasant side might as well have been pried open at this point as there was probably no visible end in sight with all the clashing sides, didn't even make sense if any of them had thought out how they were going to clean up the aftermath of all of the war.

Nevertheless, he silently toiled away to himself in privacy curious if the random doodling and concepts of a mentally long-gone scientist hoping that one mere little idea of his could give him a clue on how to boost the strength of Outcull; a questionable little hodge-podge of scientists and engineers doing frick all good-for-society related stuff as they just screwed around with bizarre and questionable inventions for their own enjoyment. As this was going on, the arrival of Lestat to let him know about the communications they had received. Arousing his interest if for a little moment, Vlhnnl took a small break from his mindless distractions to see what was 'on the military news' and raising an eyebrow at the war going on in Canada. They had no aerial vehicles as it stated, which would make their arrival much easier, and the potential scraps they could clean up from the leftovers of war would prove useful to... other related construction and vehicles.

"Guess I know what I'm doing... now let me think, I haven't finished what I'm drawin' up yet. You never know I mean, it's not like we're doing anything better around here" he murmured as he waved off the other to be left to his important thoughts. Like about putting things on wheels. At least there was probably someone doing something productive to be discovered. Sitting up and plotting about the offered support requests, it'd get them somewhere further than sitting around in a dump of a homebase that felt more like a frat-house than anything.

With the limited resources they had, effective productivity was to be in order, and hopefully that would be obtained by the time it was to settle on a clear plan of action. At this point, the world was probably gonna shove itself in the gutter and it was unpredictable how long it would be until whole landmasses worth of anything started disappearing from world-class destruction. At least he hoped there was an answer, if it could be conceptualised in time. Big bunkers were overdone, and held significant weakness. If someone could figure out how to get a big bunker truly impenetrable, and moving, then things were going somewhere. At least the bunker would probably be. But not that fast. But it was a fleeting idea, flight was probably a better idea anyway. Someone would come up with something.

Mission: 1C

Action 1:
Research how to research way betterer.
Action 2: Scout local areas for free stuff and parts.
 
The Arctic Dreadfleet

Free actions:
1. Accept request to do Mission 1-B (To be Resolved on Discord)

2. Sneak flyers nearby the GDI base to get them at their strongest and to attempt to crush them at their stringest


HARD MODE- ENGAGED!!!!

Actions:
1. Send a group of ships to start dredging and pull up underwater wrecks to try and find anything valuable to either use or sell.

It turned out to be a very profitable business. They managed you uncover enough wreckage and general underwater Loot to gain 5 CP worth!

2. Provide Naval artillery support to those taking on the Irish NOD mission
 

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