Good morning, fellow Ducks. I'm in a rather good mood today; I managed to secure a major contract with one of the Academician's laboratories. I'm not able to give the details, of course; Morgan Labs are under an NDA. But it's very exciting work, cutting edge, with obvious commercial applications.
The blasted mindworms are being fairly quiet, this mission month. Good. They can go eat grenade fruits. Hopefully our latest project can turn them from holy terrors to bloody nusiances, if the Gaians don't beat us to it.
In an attempt to make this a more social post... I'm curious to know your professions, especially if they would be, well, impossible on planet. What jobs are available for a magician, for example? What is work like for a wraith on one of your worlds? Things like that.
You all know my profession, of course.
Third Person:
Accidental video post, GO! This one appears to be a security camera feed from Morgan's boardroom.
"...major movements along the southern border, through the fungal towers whenever possible."
Morgan chuffed. "That'd be a sight. An entire battalion of laser-toting troopers marching through the fungus. I take it they don't know about our sensor towers?"
"No sir. Otherwise they wouldn't bother; the fungus is slowing them down to 10 miles a day."
"Understood. Captain Yue, your thoughts on countermeasures?"
A woman in a military uniform shrugged. "Our rover crews have finished training with the new Scorpion cannons. We're ready to meet them at your convenience."
This met with chuckles from across the board.
"If it becomes neccessary, yes. Do we even know if Miriam is attacking us? Are there other bases in their operational range?"
"Other than the treehuggers, no. And attacking them in fungus is -"
"-Suicidal. Zealous though they are, I doubt those troops are keen on meeting a witch's worms in the middle of fungus, no." Morgan rose. "Very well. Bring your Rovers to them and inform them that they are in violation of our treaty."
"And if they attack anyway?"
"Then their little adventure will end poorly for them. Meeting adjourned."
Nwabudike Morgan || Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri 3/3
Good morning, fellow Ducks. I'm in a rather good mood today; I managed to secure a major contract with one of the Academician's laboratories. I'm not able to give the details, of course; Morgan Labs are under an NDA. But it's very exciting work, cutting edge, with obvious commercial applications.
The blasted mindworms are being fairly quiet, this mission month. Good. They can go eat grenade fruits. Hopefully our latest project can turn them from holy terrors to bloody nusiances, if the Gaians don't beat us to it.
In an attempt to make this a more social post... I'm curious to know your professions, especially if they would be, well, impossible on planet. What jobs are available for a magician, for example? What is work like for a wraith on one of your worlds? Things like that.
You all know my profession, of course.
Third Person:
Accidental video post, GO! This one appears to be a security camera feed from Morgan's boardroom.
"...major movements along the southern border, through the fungal towers whenever possible."
Morgan chuffed. "That'd be a sight. An entire battalion of laser-toting troopers marching through the fungus. I take it they don't know about our sensor towers?"
"No sir. Otherwise they wouldn't bother; the fungus is slowing them down to 10 miles a day."
"Understood. Captain Yue, your thoughts on countermeasures?"
A woman in a military uniform shrugged. "Our rover crews have finished training with the new Scorpion cannons. We're ready to meet them at your convenience."
This met with chuckles from across the board.
"If it becomes neccessary, yes. Do we even know if Miriam is attacking us? Are there other bases in their operational range?"
"Other than the treehuggers, no. And attacking them in fungus is -"
"-Suicidal. Zealous though they are, I doubt those troops are keen on meeting a witch's worms in the middle of fungus, no." Morgan rose. "Very well. Bring your Rovers to them and inform them that they are in violation of our treaty."
"And if they attack anyway?"
"Then their little adventure will end poorly for them. Meeting adjourned."
PENDING: second sample
Rejected