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INVASION: Alien Conquest!

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Cold...
...Sleep...
...Time....
...Light.

It has been ages since you, the overlord of your faction, have been revived from your cryogenic stasis. The vast vaults of the huge sleeper ship remain dark and lifeless -- countless beings remain in stasis, the vast majority of ships on board unpowered and lifeless, just as you and your cohort were just moments ago.

From your Thawing chamber you have access to the invasion hangars where each factions ships are located in different external ports on the sleeper ship. The sleeper ship currently resides on the dark side of the moon, but the main conquest chamber contains a fully lit geoscape of the new planet of conquest -- Called "Earth" supposedly. The main conquest chamber is also a place where overlords can communicate with one another -- hallowed ground, the mother brain does not allow any hostilities on board the sleeper ship, regardless of rivalries.

In addition to the hangars there is the science section of the ship, engineering, and the main chamber of the mother brain. The mother brain has been sleeping until recently too, but has charged each faction with bringing initial information and samples of commodities from the new prize to be conquered and stripped. After initial sorties are sent out to the surface of the planet, the mother brain will concoct special assignments and perhaps competitions between the factions for her favor and additional tech or resources.

Below a dreaming peaceful sphere of water and ground rests unaware of the terror than gazes covetously down upon it.

Potential first missions:

1) Make contact with sympathetic UFO cult
2) Raid a Farm for Commodities
3) Scan Moon and orbit for points of interest
4) Capture a terrestrial sea vessel
5) To Be Determined by Faction
 
Triaxa wakes up, hissing as the comforting chill retreats from her. She starts on making a form for herself, which ends up as a humanoid torso, with a body similar to a praying mantis. She looks around, her claws clicking on the metal flooring as she waits to see who has awoken here with her. Best get to know her competitors.

Seeing that she has woken first, she grins, deciding to try and scan the new planet for what kind of life forms exist here.
 
Zerg
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Deep inside the Sleeper Ship, rested a chrysalis. Made of black biomass, with purple and eerie glowing bulges. Something inside the chrysalis stirred, woken up from centuries of space travel. Slowly, the bulges on the chrysalis expanded until a strange creature, similar to a centaur, with a spider-like underhalf emerged. Two separate mandibles made shrieking sounds as Azhaek stared at his surroundings. The Sleeper Ship was cold, as he remembered, but instead of the sound of hundreds of thousands of creatures echoing along the walls, there was a tomb-like silence. He was still drenched on the stasis liquid, and the air felt even colder.

He was offered a stasis chamber like the other 'overlords', but he rejected, despising the idea of spending hundreds of years inside an abhorrent machine, and instead modified many chrysalis for him and his warriors. They would require biomass to be awoken, and he could only awaken a handful of his creatures.

Staring through one of the windows in the Sleeper Ship, only a barren white rock could be seen, without any life on it. He remembered that it was the only satellite orbiting 'Earth', supposedly a blue planet with abundance of organic life. Unable to see the planet with his own eyes, he decided that the Zerg had to be the first to step on it.

And so, Ashaek decided to send his two mutalisk, each carrying two zerglings, to a relatively unpopulated area on the planet.

He walked along the metal floor, his steps echoing along the halls. He recognized one of the 'overlords' in the ship not long after. With cold, glowing purple eyes, he slowly approached her.

Eliasdagood Eliasdagood

Actions:
- Send an small taskforce to both gather intel and collect biomass. They were send to Venezuela, in South America, to the rural areas to collect humans and bring them to the Sleeper Ship. Alive, or Dead.​
 
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The Predecessor's consciousness swam into focus as its hibernation ended. It looked out from the pod it was inside of, into the pod on the opposite end of the room. Another Lii'dra was stirring there and the Predecessor could feel its psionic tendril slowly exploring, feeling for others. As the pod regurgitated the Predecessor, more and more Lii'dra began to awaken. Automated systems assisted them in donning their heavy Carapace armor. The Lii'dra did not physically speak with one another as they worked, instead carrying on a methodical conversation to one another with their minds. The Predecessor was older than all of the other Lii'dra in the room. Though its mind was emperical and usually infallible, it could seldom remember the Lii'dra home planet. Rather, it had been an adult architect when it had been plucked up by the associates of the Mother Brain. The Predecessor found it troubling that specific details of what it was and where it had been were fleeing its mind slowly, however it could still remember the important parts of what it was to be a Lii'dra. It remembered knowledge. It remembered tactics. It did not remember where it came from, but it remembered what it had come to do; survive. Finally, the automated systems assisted the Predecessor in donning its own Carapace armor. Its armor was identical to the other Lii'dras armor in every way. A faint sigh came from somewhere within the armor as the required gas began to be steadily fed into the suits atmosphere circulator.

The Predecessor instructed the Lii'dra to give it a count of how many were awake. Within a minute, a count of thirty was given back to it. It divided the Lii'dra into two groups of twelve. Of the remaining six, two groups of two were told to pilot the Lii'dra fighters, while the remaining two were told to pilot the scout craft.

It paid no attention to either Azhaek or Triaxa as it walked towards the hanger with its cohorts. It had no time to converse when there was work to be done. Two fighters and two scout craft were present within the hanger. They were oblong things, nothing like something a human might fantasize about. They looked like chrome ovals. The two groups of thirteen Lii'dra boarded their respective scout craft in an orderly manner, with the thirteenth Lii'dra of each group working as the pilot. Two groups of two, entered the fighter craft. The Predecessor planned for the entire group of four vessels to move together in one singular group. The vessels began to spool their drives, and initiated a take off procedure.

The four vessels flew in formation down towards the blue and green planet, heading towards the white southern pole where it was hoped that radar coverage would be scant. The ships flew low along the water. The mission had begun.
1. The Lii'dra plan to search for a vessel that is suitably unarmed, but of a size that it could house the maximum number of capturable humans.
2. The Lii'dra plan to use their weaponry to quickly blow off the sea vessels communication array.
3. The Lii'dra plan to then begin dropping their forces onto the ship to clear it deck by deck. It is hoped that a large number of humans will be able to be captured, though the Lii'dra warriors are allowed to kill.
4. The Lii'dra plan to use their two scouts to attach to both the bow and stern of the ship using cables.
5. The Lii'dra will then load both the captured and the deceased humans onboard the scout craft.
6. The Lii'dra will then take off, taking the captured ship with them.
 
Qoq headed for the hanger bay. Her sisters, five Iradae pilots, slowly assembled, standing abreast to each other in a line before her. The moment they were revived from cryogenic stasis they started for their assigned hanger and made the necessary preparations for their first mission, paying no heed to the doings of other overlords. "Big Sister awoke us from the deep sleep for a reason ladies. We're to conquer ourselves a whole new world. Your first mission to this desirous end is to discretely reconnoiter a geographically isolated area of the planetary surface uninhabited by sentient life and to fill the cargo bays of your respective starfighters with mammal carcasses for conversion into biomass upon your return once the maximum capacity is reached. When deploying and disengaging, remember to maintain a low flight pattern, radar will detect you in an instant if you rise too high. Two of your squadron are to remain airborne at all times in order to create and maintain air supremacy and if need be provide air support to your fellows whilst they hunt down their prey on the ground. If any of you happen to be discovered by the Earthlings at any time regardless of personal objective completion, allow not a one of the whistleblowers to escape with their lives intact."
 
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(Sorter post b4 I leave for Thanksgiving <3)

The cryo-chamber emitted a faint beep and a soft click as the seal was broken; bone-chilling gas escaping their prison with a hiss as the dull, frost covered metal door slowly lifted open, revealing the creature kept within. A tall being, nigh 8ft tall of unnaturally slender proportions, four slender arms almost comically long and a tail laying half the length about the perimeter of the chamber comprised the alien creature, it's skin a swirling mixture of color, from purple to gold, to green and blue. It appeared as if slick oil had stained it's being. It's face, or where you would suspect one would be was completely smooth, save for beady eyes of a rainbow of colors that faded in and out set at random heights and intervals, encircling the entirety of the beings head. If it had an actual face, it must wrap about the entire head.

The cryo-machine emitted another beep, this one louder and of a different pitch. A monitor just beneath the top lip of the cylindrical chamber blinked to life. A holographic display read "awakening subject...". Moments later, Kithingoff awoke.

The colors in his eyes danced and swirled, as he regained his consciousness and memories. He brought his four hands before him, twisting and inspecting, curling and uncurling his fingers as blood flowed through them once more. His knuckles, blue and bitten by the harsh frost of his slumber rapidly began to regenerate and return to life, a pale frost giving way to vibrant and shiny golds, silvers, pinks and other colors that swirled about his knucks and hands. His tail flicked about him, regaining life, mobility and dexterity, the tensile claws snapping with greater and greater strength. He rose from the cry-tube with ethereal grace, an awaiting Grey adorning with his holy robes, a long, drapping silken cloth of swirling color and golden trimmings.

His first task was to visit the chambers of his God, the Mother Brain. He approached her quarters with reverence, bowing to a kneel before her as he accepted his orders. With his head bowed, careful to avoid directly gazing upon her glory, he bowed low once more. It would be done, as she commanded.

A medium Marker (10 E/10 R) is created, Kithingoff racing his arms almost magically, sweeping and twisting his hands back and forth as if conducting as the marker constructed itself.
Small-Ship Stealth technology (10 E) is purchased. They would be wise to approach this conquest carefully. Let fools run amok and bring forth the fury of the primitives. He would bide his time.
6 Grays (6 Biomass, still available) are tasked with intercepting and decoding the primitive's broadcasts, aiming to learn their language(s) so as to be able to start gathering information about their nations and news stations (so as to watch their news reports and especially politics).
1 Stealthed Scout Ship crewed by 1 Grey (1 B) would scout the Lunar surface, looking for Primitive outposts and potential sources of Energy and Resource.
1 Stealthed Fighter crewed by 1 Grey (1 B) would investigate the orbit of the Blue Orb, identifying and gathering intel on Primitive Satellites, stations outp[osts and orbital defenses.
1 Stealthed Fighter crewed by 2 Grey (2 b) would enter the planet and land cloaked in a small primitive settlement a low population area, letting loose 5 Parasites (5 B) to obtain hosts to aid in gathering intel about this new world. These hosts would be made to approach and enter the hidden ship, where they would be subdued by the Greys (tied up and knocked unconscious) and the Parasites would exit their hosts and go out to obtain more hosts. Once a total of 10 Biomass had been recovered the ship would return to the SLeeper SHip with the subdued humans for interrogation and delivery to the Mother Brain. The parasites would be directed to continue their host's daily lives, for now and to avoid medical treatment at all costs.
 
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The familiar whine and whir of hyper advanced machinery stalk the edge of Zaxel's senses and the familiar prickling of warmth began to stir him from his icy slumber. Then, like a rising flood, the levy broke and it all rushed in at once. Blinding light and the agonizing feeling of being well and truly awake shot through Zaxel like a blade! The dark captain fell from the stasis pod onto their hands and knees, gasping for air as their body shuddered with built up energy years of sleep were shocked out of their system and morbid thoughts that had lain dormant for so long pulsed through a twisted mind that was being flooded with adrenaline.

Around the room the tell tale pop and hiss of other stasis tubes were being opened and other humanoids were being violently pushed from the realms of sleep. With a twisting of his neck and a stretching of muscles Zaxel looked up to see a set of familiar faces all going through the old steps. It was good to have the old gang back together, he always preferred to have some old hands ready to face an unfamiliar battlefield.

A cat featured body builder, complete with mutton shop like whiskers and pointed ears that had been torn to shreds by countless bloody melees. Kintaro, his blue ranger.

A pale skinned maniac sporting luminous antennas and an eye blinded by shrapnel. Tahomen, his red ranger.

A purple skinned siren with blood red eyes and fangs as sharp as knives. Sarama, his yellow ranger.

A predatory lizardess with amber scales and a rictus grin. Bemes, his Green ranger.

Chroma squad was awake!
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"Good morning everyone!" Zaxel called out to the dust covered titans in the hangar bay.

The whole seed ship looked like a tomb! Things were just beginning to stir but right now it looked as if the power levels were abysmally low and half their old equipment had gone to rust. The little gray slaves had really let themselves down while he'd been asleep. Someone would have to be vented or disolved into cleaning fluid as punishment for this.

A shrill whistle broke him from his thoughts and the squad turned to see Tahomen looking from a bay window. "Would you look at that pretty little marble down there." His murderous lackey crooned, drawing the rest of the squad to look on their new target with a hunter's hungry stare.

"Looks like we found the new target." Bemes hissed.

"How we gunna play this one, Boss?" Chimed in Kintaro. "You wanna be local heroes or scary invaders?"

That was quite the question. How you started an invasion usually set how you meant to go on. The past few times had set Zaxel to finding his feet in the evil warlord business and interstellar war waging. Until now he'd found the thrill of combat and the invigorating feeling of waging planet wide war to be its own reward but he was starting to yearn for more. Invasions past had seen the chosen of the Master to win their freedom and to stay to rule the remains of what they had won. That was something that tempted him now... the dream of ruling as a world emperor and growing strong enough to conqueror the stars. Yes that was a most tempting idea.

"We haven't even seen what the other invaders are up to yet." Sarama pointed out.

The thought of his competition was more than enough to spur Zaxel onto action. "And we shan't bother to!" He barked. "Fortune favors the bold and I don't plan to be caught waiting for orders. Not when there's a glum little satellite waiting to be exploited. What do you say, gang, who wants a secret moon base this time around?"

That got a round of laughs and cheers from his rabid cohorts. They had all been waiting for too long and there was nothing like a quick jaunt through the cold vacuum of space to warm you up after a long trip through the void.

With a wave of his hand and some creative threats they set the gray slaves to prepping their scout ship. Once that was done it was time for the last preparation, it was time to transform. The squad got into formation and Zaxel took a deep breath.

"Chroma Squad! ENERGIZE AND ROLL OUT!" And at this command energy began to crackle in a neon lightening storm around them. Then, with the swift motions of a well oiled machine each squad member adopted their own outlandish pose as their voices rang out as one. "FREEDOM! TRUTH! BEAUTY! CONQUER THEM ALL!" And amid that maelstrom of energy their armor energized and came back to life, sleek plates slid and spread across each squad member's body and lit up in their assigned color until their entire bodies were covered.

When it was over Zaxel rolled his shoulder as his body remembered the comfortable familiarity of his powered armor. He flexed an ebony colored gantlet and admired the gold plate as they caught the light. Now he was ready. The squad split up, leaving the gray slaves behind as they booted up the engines of the few vessels they still had that worked and shot themselves out into the inky depths of space. If the ship was capable and his suit was up to it then nothing would stop Zaxel from loading himself into a pod and taking his first walk on this new moon. It had been too long since he'd gotten to test himself in low gravity.

Chroma Squad scouting mission was a go!

The whole squad rolls out to scout and scan the moon and orbit for points of interest.
Zaxel leads a team of two other rangers in a fighter to the moon to scan and explore on foot if their power armor can sustain them in space.
A second team, made up of 2 rangers and the scout ship scan the planet for further details.
 
Emmadagood said:
Seeing that she has woken first, she grins, deciding to try and scan the new planet for what kind of life forms exist here.
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Early pre-weaponized atomic age. Laser weapons are apex of offensive technologies. Various countries at competition with each other. Weak signals from the surface scanning the stars for signs of life. Many highly populous cities, planet is ripe with resources and energy stores... rich supply of sapient and non sapient biomass.

One particular spaceward communication is from "The commune of the goddess" -- a lush compound in a coastal desert region.

...These impressionabes might be worth a closer inspection...

...Triaxa just might be the goddess of the stars this group of apes may be looking to worship...
 
Maeders eye shot open wide. He knew he had only gone to sleep moments ago but he couldn't remember why. The Lights were bright. Why? Then he realised he couldn't breath and forced a breath in which resulted in a wave of coughing and spluttering but also in breath. It was coming back to him. He hated waking up like this, always felt like both an eternity and a brief moment had happened at the same time. As the Memories of before rushed past into the back of his mind he remembered the more recent history. The Lights were bright because he was in heaven.

As he regained his composure he stood tall, thanked Dracos and then set about praying. Eventually he would know what to do, or would be told. He stood on the edge of the Hangar in Silence with his eyes closed. Dracos would guide him as he resided on her sky city. Dracos would guide him as she always had. She had recognised his devotion and spared his people when she had come to cleanse his world of darkness. She saw fit to reward him with a position of power within the Ranks of the Chosen and Devoted. He knew she did not share the truth with all her followers and he was even forced to recognise that some did not see the vision of light that Dracos saw. But as time had gone on he had understood that this war she fights is too great for only the most devoted and so, as it was on Maarduun, sometimes you must work with soldiers of fortune or dishonour to swell your ranks and achieve victory.

Dracos would guide him still. She had taught his soldiers he secrets and they had used those secrets to develop loud weapons that kill in an instant and great ships that travel the void in moments. He knew he would have to swallow his pride to work with those of her forces that only seek to better themselves or have aims other then those of Dracos. If it were needed that he fight any of them or remove them Dracos would tell him. His job is not to make reply, His is not to reason why, He was but to do and die. Until such words are spoken to him, or to he who comes after, as he knows will eventually happen once the final victory is assured, he will work with these forces unfaithful to the god and only loyal to their own aims.
 
Thorn_Reaper Thorn_Reaper :

The mutalisks were not metal -- so their profile on radar was slight. in the darkness of the night, descending into the atmosphere, the mutalisks were undetected -- bypassing means that might otherwise detect larger, non-organic craft.

In the rural night, The mutalisks landed in a field near a small collection of houses... there they released the zergling cargoes and set to bring back humans... dead or alive.

The zerglings were all too ready and willing to bring human biomass back to the mutalisks -- dead. One by one, the zerglings broke into the houses and began massacring the inhabitants. The equivalent of 4 biomass in corpses was regurgitated into the collection pits on the mutalisks before lights began to go on, and a small cluster of humans -- attracted by the screams of the zergling victims... came outside to observe the gruesome mystery.

The Mutalisks attacked only once... one glaive worm knocked out all of the lights shedding visibility upon them, and the second glaive worm killed all the observers where they stood. the glaive wurms shriveled and burning into nothing, leaving no evidence behind.

Terrestrial communications were utterly perplexed by what had happened... What kind of animals could have done this?

The zerg had reaped FOUR BIOMASS from their attack... not much... but in dissolving the brains of the humans into the hive collective, they learned languages, facts, maps, plans, news... much about their would be prey...

Official report: Unexplained murders... possibly wild animals... attributions to folklore.
 
Triaxa grins, and closes the screen, turning to look at the overlord approaching her. “Greetings.” She murmurs, looking exceptionally pleased with herself.
(Smol time skip for whatever conversation happens.)
Triaxa boards her scout vessel, forming wings for herself from her mutable body, ending up looking like some kind of human-sized faerie. She has the scout ship get just close enough to the ground that she can survive the atmosphere, before ejecting herself, and flying toward the apparent cult base to make contact, and let them meet their goddess.
 
mausedpotatos mausedpotatos :

The plan was nearly flawless -- a small ice-breaking vessel was spotted alone and almost out of reach of the furthest means of communication.

In it's first pass the fighters blasted what they rightly deducted to be it's communication array, and immediately descended upon the bow and rear of the vessel to lay cables. The Lii'dra immediately overwhelm the crew on the upper decks... this is a science vessel. The scientists attempt to greet the Lii'dra but the warriors brook no pleasantries -- overwhelming scientists and crew alike.

The panic reaching the lower decks sees a small number of humans obtaining weapons and making a desperate resistance to argue for their release but the lower hold is doomed to become their tomb -- outflanked and outnumbers, the Lii'dra kill those that resist and take the rest of the unarmed prisoner. Small arms fire hits several Lii'dra warriors, but powered armor prevents real injury by these unprepared would be boarder-repellers.

Only one Lii'dra is injured from a point blank blast from a sawed-off shotgun, shattering it's gas seal on it's helmet and removing it's head -- the helmet quickly repairs itself and the head of the Liidra slowly regenerates.

The scout ships take off with their icy cargo -- a total of 16 humans... seven of which were slain, worth a total of:

9 live humans = 18 biomass
7 dead humans = 7 biomass
25 Biomass total

The ship, stripped down to nothing, was worth 15 resources

The crude propulsion system provided a single unit of energy

The true treasure however, was the fact that several of the living captives were quite educated and much language, science, and other valuable information on the humans was ripe from the plucking of their fragile eggshell minds. what the Lii'dra would do with these captives, their information, or if they would simply melt them into biomass was yet to be determined....

Official Story: While the loss of certain science personages was high profile, nobody would ever be certain what happened to the science vessel or her crew. It was a decent haul for the Lii'dra as far as commodities as well.
 
Pat Pat

The beautiful fighter-craft of the Iradae flew in formation for a pacific island -- sleek, mighty, superior -- even by the standards of other invasion craft.

Landing three at a time, they quickly and cleanly kidnapped a small coastal fishing community, eviscerating the only human to resist.

They piled ten corpses total into their holds and vanished back towards space as swiftly as they had landed -- a total of TEN BIOMASS.

A target of opportunity presented itself as they arced skyward -- a passenger plane in the direct exit corridor of the fighters.

Shooting down the Airliner might attract alarm or even attention -- but racing past it would get a whole lot of people talking...

DECISION POINT:
Shoot down airliner or allow squadron to potentially be sighted?
 
The Blessed One emerged from his Meditation Chamber. The time had come to continue the Holy War and bring the light to this wayward world. The Blessed One hovered over to the Main Chamber, it was a familiar sight to behold. Many were brought into the light thanks to the decisions made in these hallowed rooms. Regardless, there was much more work to be done to spread the teachings of the Enlightened One. The Enlightened One called upon the two Templars who were awakened from their meditation as well. Together, their minds worked on how to best spread the message and teachings of the Enlightened.

Orders:
The Scout Ship piloted by 1 Grey, would fly to the orbit of Earth to accomplish two things:1. drop off the Hacking Drone and Linguistics Drone next to a communications satellite which would work together to gather information and learn the human language(s). 2. Then the scout ship would work on recovering deactivated and destroyed satellites with the 2 General Purpose Labor Drones for precious materials and more importantly, data. 4 Greys will remain on the Mother Ship to process the data and conduct research.

The Two Fighters will each carry a grey and a Templar, armed with conventional weapons. The Fighters will search for a small remote island tribe of primitives (such as North Sentinel Island...hint hint wink wink) and the crew will disembark and pacify the island and its natives then completely harvested. Those who show hostility will be immediately killed. The ships will use its ability to make the crew to be "holy" to see if the natives will bow before the harbingers of the Enlightened One.
 
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Spacekitty Spacekitty :

The medium marker -- a beautiful polygon of strange metals and flowing energy -- was breathed into existence by Overlord Kithingoff's commanding the synthesizers of the sleeper ship. What use was in store for this mysterious device?

Broadcasts were scanned and a glut of information began to fly into the receivers of the sleeper ship. Languages were decoded -- encrypted channels were detected revealing military installations... "Secret" bases. The moon had a small listening post detected upon it, and the scan of the upper atmosphere of the planet revealed a network of satellites -- most for communication but a handful were weapons platforms. There was also an "International Space Station" which seemed to have recently been developed into a larger enterprise than previous decades... an old core with newer offshoots recently constructed. It was not without defenses either.

The stealthed fighter sent to retrieve biomass and disseminate brain parasites maxed out at FOUR BIOMASS gained... if more biomass was to be harvested, they would need the stealth scout ship, and not a fighter to obtain larger cargoes -- up to 20 units could be carried in a scout ship.

Still -- 2 humans were taken unconscious back to the sleeper ship -- One of which happened to be a military captain.

The 5 parasites remained in the community -- their hosts making sure to wear hats to conceal their new pilots and go about their normal lives... watching... reporting everything recorded by their senses to the sleeper-ship.

Kithingoff paid his reverence to the mother brain. it did not always speak, but as he rose from his kneel, this time it did. It expressed a eerie warmth upon the overlord. Appreciation. Acceptance.

"Feed on their fear. Let them not know the power of your numbers until it is too late. Prove yourself."
 
SpiralErrant SpiralErrant :

A small listening post was set up on the light side of the moon... only two people there, and some primitive robots.

Orbit contained a more densely populated space station, a network of communication satellites, and a handful of orbital weapons platforms.

The rangers discovered their power armor COULD sustain them even in a hard vacuum, and that they could fly through space, albeit slowly.

Scans of the planet lead to a deeper understanding of how the continents were cut up and divided along various lines. Not everyone was friends on this world... this was no one world government. Divide and conquer came to mind. Locations of cities blared out in networks of light in the cold void, and slowly they began to isolate news and military communications channels...

Suddenly the moonbase lit up in a flurry of activity! The rangers had been caught on crude telescopes flying around. What would the rangers response be to such blatant detection?! (DECISION POINT)
 
The utterance of the Avatar of The One, a being so magnificent in scale to be incomprehensible that it sent shivers down even the ancient warlord's spine, caused Kithingoff's body to tremble. The Mother Brain filled him with her wisdom and glory, instilling upon him her every will and grace, reaffirming that the path he took lead to HER glory. He crumpled to his feet in a low, grovelling bow; overtaken by the power and presence of his god. He was ever careful to avoid his eyes, never directly gazing upon her form. "It will be done. The forces of evil will be made to fear your coming". He arose, still trembling and made haste to the War Room, filled with elevated purpose and drive. The Primitives would learn to fear the Unknown. His forces would not show themselves until it was too late, building a great and horrible fear and dread among the savages that would claw at them from within, driving their simple, sin-filled minds mad with a rage and fear even the Necrophage could not induce.

4 Biomass spent to unlock bioweapons to arm Greys.
7 Grays (10 Biomass, still available) are tasked with intercepting and decoding the primitive's broadcasts, aiming to gather information about the nations and politics of the Earth.
5 Grays (5 Biomass, still available) are tasked with hacking satellites to gather more information, focusing on gathering info related to the location of major military installations and research facilities.
The Captured Humans would be interrogated for all info, especially the military commander. What nation was he from, what military, what rank and role did he serve, who was their military leader and national leader. Who were there friends and enemies? What were their forces like and where were their bases? He would then be infected with a Parasite and sent back to the world to resume his role. The other human would be harvested for Biomass. (1 B, 2 Gray)
1 Stealthed Scout crewed by 3 Grey (3 B) would enter the planet and land cloaked in a small primitive settlement a low population area but near one of the larger and more advanced cities, letting loose 15 Parasites (15 B) to obtain hosts to aid in gathering intel about this new world. These hosts would be made to approach and enter the hidden ship, where they would be subdued by the Greys (tied up and knocked unconscious) and the Parasites would exit their hosts and go out to obtain more hosts. Once the Scout ship had been filled with Biomass the ship would leave and return to the sleeper ship. Not all the parasites would find hosts immediately, instead, some of the infected would take the parasites to the big city and attempt to infect important figures such as business owners, politicians, police captains and military commanders. The parasites would be directed to continue their host's daily lives, for now and to avoid medical treatment at all costs. If their host died, escape and do not be captured.
2 Stealth Fighter crewed by 2 Grey (2 b) and carrying 3 Dogs each (6 Dogs, 6 B) would enter the planet cloaked at the southern pole and find primitive settlements and outposts (focusing on easy prey like research facilities) and assault the facilities, blowing up their communications arrows and then allowing the dogs to slaughter the Primitives within. The facilities would be scrapped for all they are worth.
 
Zerg
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Ashaek scoured the memories of the humans, discovering countries, politics, facts, common sense, superpotencies and more. Decided, Ashaek prepared an strike force. His plan required a lot of biomass, and thanks to the information gathered, he knew a place with lots of biomass, yet lightly defended.

Africa.

Ashaek prepared the overlord, and loaded it with his hydralisks and zerglings, four zerglings and two hydralisk would enter and strike, while the remaining four zerglings would chase any human that attempts to escape. They would be deployed in the outskirts of small, isolated towns and the first team, consisting of two hydralisks and four zerglings, would attack, while the second team would chase any human attempting to escape.

The overlord would be escorted by the two mutalisks, who would destroy any air or terrestrial vehicles that showed up, and provide air backup should it be necessary.

Actions:
-Send an overlord carrying a taskforce of two hydralisks and eight zerglings to gather as much biomass as possible, while the two mutalisks would escort them and destroy any air or terrestrial vessel.​
 
Ah it was good to be strolling free again, with the relaxing quiet of the void and a near endless oblivion waiting just out of reach. The HUD in Zaxel's helmet was lit up with all the fresh information that was being leeched from the swarm of primitive satellites and networks that were spread over the planet that was looming before him. Nations, wars, political scandals, these people had so far to come before they could do anything fun! Oh but they had almost perfected the art of the soap opera, that was something.

*Beep Beep Beep* Came the alarm chiming in his ear. Apparently some outside force had spotted them. Damnation!

"Looks like they've got some remote telescopes or something around here, Sir." Tahomen said across the comms as he flexed and posed for the distant eyes that were taking them in.

This was bad. Zaxel wasn't one for excessive stealth, that sort of thing left little room for theatrics, but he'd wanted to reveal their presence on his own terms. Now he only had a moment to act before the child like offerings of technology managed to spread his glorious likeness to whichever pre-atomic tribal chieftain this outpost answered to. Right now Zaxel could have gone on the result of a coin flip.

On the one had a part of his twisted soul missed the sound of cheers and being reveled as a hero and he could think of no better way to insidiously worm their way into this planet's culture.

Or there was the brutal simplicity of taking the base by force and bringing back all it had as an opening prize to the seed ship. Either way they would be biting into the limited resources they had available.

"So what's it to be, Captain? We've only got a little time to start blasting things if we want to..." Sarama's voice was a mixture of tense anxiety and barely contained blood lust.

"Oh to the void with it all!" Zaxel said. "We went through so much to be shown the truth of darkness and evil, what would be the point of not embracing it?"

"YEAH!" Came up the vox crackling cheer of his squad mates.

But they would go quietly for now and make this a scouting mission if Zaxel could help it. Their flamboyant entrance would wait for later. Right now the wicked glee of dividing these petty nations and setting them to each other's throats in the meantime was more tempting to him. With a quick call on his headset he summoned the other half of his squad that had been sent to recon in the scout ship to offer up a proper pincer attack on this little moon base.
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Meanwhile, back on the seed ship, four potbellied grays were left to trudge into the wing of the ship that served as the Conquest Squad's lair. Their big dead eyes were left to look over the retro futuristic cavern that had been left to gather dust and set to spending their masters' allotment of resources from the powers above. Zaxel's voice was calling back to them across the comm channels and ringing through the room with an electric growl.

"Get my super computer back up and running. We're sending you the data we're getting back here and the images they're getting. I want you monochrome runts to start working your techno wizardy and start jamming those signals. And boot up the movie making software! When we let them get these images I want our suits dressed in the colors of one of the other nations on this miserable planet, someone they hate. Oh, and make sure to get my good side!"

As if it had been waiting for the word the super computer unfolded itself from the rock wall of the transplanted cave like chromatic origami. Little seats were spat out from the feet of the obnoxiously large monitors and king sized keyboards. The grays were left to sigh and drag themselves to their usual job of tech support.
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"Hellooo! Is anyone home?!" And of course no one answered as the red ranger went on to mockingly knock on the airlock door.

"Will you just get to it?! Barked his yellow counterpart.

And with his orders all given out Zaxel slid into the group's ranks with a suave grace for someone moving in zero G. "Come along now children, let's get this thing open... all together now. And close the doors behind you, I want these future test subjects captured alive if it can be helped." And as one the servos in each armored suit began to whir in the deafening silence of the vacuum as they began to wrench the airlock open, much to its dismay.

1) The scout ship team is called to the moon so that the whole squad can work on a pincer attack to claim the moon base for themselves and loot it for all it's worth. Any inhabitants are to be taken alive if possible.

2) Spending time to access the Conquest Squad super computer for hacking and cyber attacks! 4 Resources and 2 Energy spent to help power boosting.

3) The 4 grays at home are set to tech support! Jamming the signal of the moon base so that the squad can isolate them and control the narrative. Altering the footage so they can disguise the squad as soldiers from another nation using the images they've gleaned from scanning the planet.
 
Eliasdagood Eliasdagood :

The compound was large and well appointed, hidden in the desert -- they had made the desert bloom with sophisticated irrigation and agriculture, existing "off the grid" while they endlessly waited for their goddess to appear to them.

The UFO cult were impressionable -- except for their leader -- Triaxa could not yet decide whether she was wise or a charlatan -- but she controlled these folk -- 60 strong, with ample resource supplies and a store of fuel which would suit Triaxa's energy needs -- Triaxa could read all of this as she descended from the sky, eclipsing the burning sun upon her arrival as the cult immediately prostrated themselves before her...

...The goddess had arrived.

Like glass she shattered the will of the cultists -- this is what they waited for... they would seek to do her bidding. All that was theirs was now hers -- even the leader of them all, she bowed to Triaxa's majesty.

Triaxa gains 60 human followers which if desired can be melted into 120 BIOMASS (or she may keep them intact, with or without their own wills)

There is also 20 Resources worth of materials in the compound which can readily be transferred skyward or made into something at the compound.

In Addition 5 Energy from various fuels were rendered unto the goddess.

Would this be a hidden base now to operate from the surface? Or something to be strip-mined of commodities and left in the desert to rot.

For now, Triaxa basked in the light of her worship... these creatures were hers to do as she willed.

ADDED TO MENAGERIE: Human form, Dog form, Cat form, Rodent form (these frames can be used for her followers or made into humanoid hybrids)

Her followers could take living frames from their formless nature from these creatures if she willed it... for now there was much to decide... leave the cult intact, drain it for commodities, spread the word of the new god?
 
Fia ordered a missile barrage on the airliner the moment the primitive aircraft became a blip on her starfighter's scanners, hanging back herself to intercept any other unwanted visitors to their patch of airspace. "Rules of engagement for this mission haven't changed sisters. Give these interloping Earthling sightseers everything you have and then concentrate your plasma beam fire to melt the wreckage before it sinks beneath the waves. We'll rejoin Qoq in the black with our prize afterwards."
 
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Heyitsjiwon Heyitsjiwon :

The hunt for defunct satellites proved fruitful -- with gold and other valuable resources just spinning in the debris -- by grabbing a few decommissioned orbitals 10 Resources and 2 Energy were readily salvaged and much data was collected. The hacking and linguistics drone tapped into the global communications network, revealing layer upon layer of useful information on the denizens of earth -- All the faction would need it appeared... and more as long as the unit remained in place.

Choosing the most xenophobic and isolated region on the planet to pacify, however turned into a debacle. The Greys and Templar were immediately attacked, at first by dozens, and then by scored and soon hundreds of aggressors. Using their superior weaponry and near-impenetrable armor, defenses, and alien martial arts, the templar fought handily back to the fighters and escaped empty handed. The greys that accompanied them were ripped to shreds and burned (Minus 2 biomass!) before the fighters took to the air, blasted the landing zone, and sped off before nearby coastal aircraft could investigate.

Official Story: The remains of the greys were never found, and the Sentinelese were equally hostile to investigating terrestrials as intergalactic invaders. It would be chocked up to some kind of violent civil strife on the island, though many disputed this theory.
 
Triaxa smiles warmly at them. Oh, they’ll serve her well. She just has to think. Humans, while the dominant sapient species of this planet, are poor starting hosts. They are physically weak, with a long reproductive cycle. They don’t even reach maturity quickly enough to make early farming viable.

She decides that she will take some of these interesting mammals known as cats. She can use it to show her power as well. She makes a long speech about how she can use the essence of divinity to improve a mortal creature into something beautiful and powerful, as well as more intelligent. Then she takes some of these interesting felines into a room she orders for her use.

She will take the time to give each of them one of her eggs, and let her children grow inside them. She leaves them there to mature, and starts making orders. Construction of a new building with lodging and food production for her and her brood, first and foremost. And then she will begin in earnest.
 
Karcen Karcen :

Deep in the frigid antarctic -- resources hid where humans were not wont to go easily. Fossil Fuels to be tapped for, mineral deposits deep below the ice.

The robots vanished in the endless white winds, and began their extractions, with the scout ship lifting the cargoes offworld.

GAIN OF 10 RESOURCE and 10 ENERGY
 
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