Alayne
The Reader
- Location
- Home of the Vikings
Offically and what people use are two different things.
Another One Into the Frying Pan (PA/multicross SI)
- Thread starter Ramble
- Start date
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well...
I really hate to rant, (and I am also not an expert on the topic,) but...
Do you know anything about gender dysphoria? Do you know anything about how it feels to be constantly misgendered (and thus, your identity denied?) And to be fair, I don't know anything about that either. But I do know that it is a sensitive topic for some people, who do have experience with it (and even those who don't, like myself.)
You've just taken a man and locked them in a woman's body, so are you prepared to realistically portray the consequences of that? And even if you are, can you do it without detracting from the rest of the story?
I really hate to rant, (and I am also not an expert on the topic,) but...
Do you know anything about gender dysphoria? Do you know anything about how it feels to be constantly misgendered (and thus, your identity denied?) And to be fair, I don't know anything about that either. But I do know that it is a sensitive topic for some people, who do have experience with it (and even those who don't, like myself.)
You've just taken a man and locked them in a woman's body, so are you prepared to realistically portray the consequences of that? And even if you are, can you do it without detracting from the rest of the story?
- Location
- America
I've essentially taken me and locked me into a female body, yes, I understand that. I understand how serious it is.
Essentially SI is going to keep denying him/herself it in pursuit of "dudeness" in order to "counter" his body's gender while also attempting to exploit it whenever possible. For the moment, it's buffered by being on earth and viewing it as more an interface or a "game controller" rather than actually being "his" body. I intend for it to be a plot point some time later.
Librarian
SAN Loss Isn't Fun Anymore...
Hmm, perhaps the casual tone of the latest segment is causing undue concern, it's easy to assume that you'll be brushing off the issues body-transplanting bring up in favour of humour and shenanigans when using such a "Oh, okay then" reaction. If you're going for denial and detachment, try going for little snippets such as mental self-correction (SI reminding himself to use "he" instead of "she"), indulging in busywork to distract himself and (if you really want to) going full Tropico and building big, honking statues of EL PRESIDENTE all over the settlement. And let human creativity and boredom draw up all sorts of colorful tales of the mysterious Founding Father.
Bonus points if it keeps people guessing as to who the heck that fellow is, and what'd he do to have his likeness planted all over the city.
Bonus points if it keeps people guessing as to who the heck that fellow is, and what'd he do to have his likeness planted all over the city.
- Location
- America
Well, I'm sort of brushing off the issues a bit because of how SI is viewing the situation. I've replayed the mass effect campaign about 5 times. Four of those times were Fem!shep playthroughs.
At the moment, SI is brushing it off because he views his situation as simply a different playthrough of Fem!shep.
For now anyway.
Also, it's going to be less statues of el presidente and more American flags and stuff everywhere.
I am unflinchingly, nauseatingly patriotic.
- Location
- Arizona
You say "statues of El Presidente", I instead counter with "life size statues of your Commander". Then, for shits and giggles, once everyone is used to the statues, replace them one night with actual commanders painted to look like the statues. Perfect emergency backup plan.
Librarian
SAN Loss Isn't Fun Anymore...
Mount Commandermore, with supersized facsimiles of every type of Commander chassis in existence. Bonus points for including the Avatars of famous Commanders here.
Eleven
- Location
- America
I'm roused from my nap a few hours later to a notification that my spyplane has reached the american west coast.
A quick progress report shows remarkable news actually. Several things had happened while I was out, carried out by my spun off subroutines, the least of which was the various nanites that my spy plane had seeded near the asian settlements had finally had enough time to spread out and move toward the settlements. The nanites had encountered cattle and other animals as well as some other crops and cultures like wheat, rice, and cotton. Horray! Just a bit longer and I'll have extracted enough genetic information from the animals to be able to start cloning them or something.
Once I have gained enough practice at cloning and genetic engineering, I intend to do many more things than just cloning cows, but that's enough of that.
Additionally, the nanites I had seeded in Australia had reassembled themselves and the materials in the rocket that carried them down into a very small fabricator arm and that was fabricating an additional fabricator arm to assist it with various things like building more fabricator arms to also build other things. I have plans for australia, but after I get done with other things that I intend to do with the other countries, namely seeing what tech looks like and stuff.
I want the world getting back on its feet and that means I need to understand how to help it. I've left africa with everything it would need, pre built cities, a fresh water supply that really wouldn't be running out any time soon and some technology for them to scavenge and reverse engineer or in the meantime, use. I still had to keep an eye on them though, just so that there's not any warlords that decide to come to power and stuff. That would be bad.
Anywho, enough about that.
America is still there! Oh my god. Well, most of it anyway, it's definitely seen better days. Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle and other bits of the east coast are generally there and they are generally mostly still inhabited with some decontamination effort. They are generally somewhat radioactive as a result of being nuked, but most of it had been airbursters destroying critical infrastructure and shipping in the harbor. In any case, remediation of that would be my first priority. Most of the critical US infrastructure was knocked out during the nuking apparently including most of the high tech industry. Radio is still a thing, but it's mostly been replaced by physical wires running the length and breadth of the continental united states. It's actually possible for me to gleen information by reading the electromagnetic fields given off by the wires when current runs through them. Joy.
Apparently Washington DC is still a thing, little hot, but otherwise it's still there and there's still a president. I surmise that the Soviets decided not to nuke the place too much so that when the war ended, there would still be someone who could surrender and could tell the local forces to stand down.
As it is, I have my work cut out for me at least. Time for me to get the show on the road though. A couple of cities have been abandoned but it appears that Ronald Reagan National Airport is still operational if a bit battered. Of course, it's still called Washington National Airport but eh. Not much activity and it's mainly just local flights but still, it's an airport and it can handle the plane I intend to use.
Well, time for me to get going I suppose.
Ah . . . my construction hangar is a little too small for it. No matter, I'll just have my fab rovers streach it out a little bit, a few meters, nothing major. It should only take a little bit. At completion, the upgrade will make the construction hangar about 70 meters wide by 100 meters long by 40 meters high. Unfortunately it'll be too big to just squeeze inbetween everything else.
Ah! I'll have the fab rovers just build a new one off to the side. Yay!
And once that's done, I'll have it build my own version of a Boeing 747 I designed from a crashlanded 747 in Africa. Alright, now for something to wear. Up until now I've been wearing the default outfit, but this is a bit feminine for my tastes, so Iet's change it up.
Now all I need to do is get out of this bed. I made a room in the airport if you hadn't guessed. I had a nice comfy bed with memory foam and a blanket and sheets made of some soft synthetic material. All I need to do is just get myself up out of the bed, get myself dressed in some nice clothes, and head out to the terminal where I'll board my 747 and get airborne. Ah, I almost forgot, I'll probably need a fighter escort too. Galm squadron should be fine, though they will need a bit of aerial refueling and more long range jets if they are to make it across the pacific.
I quickly design a 747 modified for aerial refueling and a QF-105 thunderchief as well as a basic heat seeking air to air missile. Queue those up. I need to go with the F-105, if I went with one of the Migs I have on tap, they'd probably flip and the other US fighters my spyplane indexed were still in use so that would just be a complete mess.
I'll probably use them sometime at a later date though.
Now to get up out of this bed.
Ah, but it's still so comfy. Here we go. Hnnnnnnnggg!!.
Ah, one more time. Hnnnnnnnggg!!!
Eh. Maybe later. Later sounds good. Quick nap.
=timeskip=timeskip=timeskip=timeskip=
I'm up! I'm up!
Jesus christ on a stick. So Galm 1 took it upon itself to act as my alarm clock. Well, now that I'm up, I might as well get dressed. Walking over to the mirror and wardrobe gives me time to work out cloth and making clothes in time dilation so that by the time I actually get across the room, I know what I'm going to wear and how to fabricate those clothes.
So after a while of fitting my outfits, mainly attempting to get the shirt to fit my avatar's rediculous bust and hips, I'm walking through the terminal and onto the cabin of my personal jet 20 minutes late. How terrible.
The jet is fitted with a luxury design. Go big or go home yeah? There's a mini-bar, though it is severely lacking in drinks, a lounge with sofas and stuff. There's a basic office, a conference room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and an upper deck with another lounge in addition to crew accommodations near the front of the plane.
Quick walk around the plane, and done. All acquainted.
I sit myself down in the lounge on a sofa that is aligned toward the front of the plane as we begin taxiing down the runway. Apparently my escort is already in the air. Yellow squadron is also in QF-105s and the new refuelers.
Galm 1 is the one piloting my jet. Galms 2 and 3 are piloting the refueling tankers, and the remainder are in fighter jets.
Yellow squadron is broken down similarly, only instead of having a luxury liner, it's a sort of patrol version of the 747 carrying a ton of JSOWs and SDBs on several wing and centerline pylons with the main cabin space modified to carry fuel and cargo. According to the notes attached to the design file, it was designed by a spun off subroutine when I napped.
And now we're rolling down the runway. Well, it goes without saying but there's no harm in repeating it just so they get it right.
"Galm 1. Take me to America."
A quick progress report shows remarkable news actually. Several things had happened while I was out, carried out by my spun off subroutines, the least of which was the various nanites that my spy plane had seeded near the asian settlements had finally had enough time to spread out and move toward the settlements. The nanites had encountered cattle and other animals as well as some other crops and cultures like wheat, rice, and cotton. Horray! Just a bit longer and I'll have extracted enough genetic information from the animals to be able to start cloning them or something.
Once I have gained enough practice at cloning and genetic engineering, I intend to do many more things than just cloning cows, but that's enough of that.
Additionally, the nanites I had seeded in Australia had reassembled themselves and the materials in the rocket that carried them down into a very small fabricator arm and that was fabricating an additional fabricator arm to assist it with various things like building more fabricator arms to also build other things. I have plans for australia, but after I get done with other things that I intend to do with the other countries, namely seeing what tech looks like and stuff.
I want the world getting back on its feet and that means I need to understand how to help it. I've left africa with everything it would need, pre built cities, a fresh water supply that really wouldn't be running out any time soon and some technology for them to scavenge and reverse engineer or in the meantime, use. I still had to keep an eye on them though, just so that there's not any warlords that decide to come to power and stuff. That would be bad.
Anywho, enough about that.
America is still there! Oh my god. Well, most of it anyway, it's definitely seen better days. Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle and other bits of the east coast are generally there and they are generally mostly still inhabited with some decontamination effort. They are generally somewhat radioactive as a result of being nuked, but most of it had been airbursters destroying critical infrastructure and shipping in the harbor. In any case, remediation of that would be my first priority. Most of the critical US infrastructure was knocked out during the nuking apparently including most of the high tech industry. Radio is still a thing, but it's mostly been replaced by physical wires running the length and breadth of the continental united states. It's actually possible for me to gleen information by reading the electromagnetic fields given off by the wires when current runs through them. Joy.
Apparently Washington DC is still a thing, little hot, but otherwise it's still there and there's still a president. I surmise that the Soviets decided not to nuke the place too much so that when the war ended, there would still be someone who could surrender and could tell the local forces to stand down.
As it is, I have my work cut out for me at least. Time for me to get the show on the road though. A couple of cities have been abandoned but it appears that Ronald Reagan National Airport is still operational if a bit battered. Of course, it's still called Washington National Airport but eh. Not much activity and it's mainly just local flights but still, it's an airport and it can handle the plane I intend to use.
Well, time for me to get going I suppose.
Ah . . . my construction hangar is a little too small for it. No matter, I'll just have my fab rovers streach it out a little bit, a few meters, nothing major. It should only take a little bit. At completion, the upgrade will make the construction hangar about 70 meters wide by 100 meters long by 40 meters high. Unfortunately it'll be too big to just squeeze inbetween everything else.
Ah! I'll have the fab rovers just build a new one off to the side. Yay!
And once that's done, I'll have it build my own version of a Boeing 747 I designed from a crashlanded 747 in Africa. Alright, now for something to wear. Up until now I've been wearing the default outfit, but this is a bit feminine for my tastes, so Iet's change it up.
Now all I need to do is get out of this bed. I made a room in the airport if you hadn't guessed. I had a nice comfy bed with memory foam and a blanket and sheets made of some soft synthetic material. All I need to do is just get myself up out of the bed, get myself dressed in some nice clothes, and head out to the terminal where I'll board my 747 and get airborne. Ah, I almost forgot, I'll probably need a fighter escort too. Galm squadron should be fine, though they will need a bit of aerial refueling and more long range jets if they are to make it across the pacific.
I quickly design a 747 modified for aerial refueling and a QF-105 thunderchief as well as a basic heat seeking air to air missile. Queue those up. I need to go with the F-105, if I went with one of the Migs I have on tap, they'd probably flip and the other US fighters my spyplane indexed were still in use so that would just be a complete mess.
I'll probably use them sometime at a later date though.
Now to get up out of this bed.
Ah, but it's still so comfy. Here we go. Hnnnnnnnggg!!.
Ah, one more time. Hnnnnnnnggg!!!
Eh. Maybe later. Later sounds good. Quick nap.
=timeskip=timeskip=timeskip=timeskip=
I'm up! I'm up!
Jesus christ on a stick. So Galm 1 took it upon itself to act as my alarm clock. Well, now that I'm up, I might as well get dressed. Walking over to the mirror and wardrobe gives me time to work out cloth and making clothes in time dilation so that by the time I actually get across the room, I know what I'm going to wear and how to fabricate those clothes.
So after a while of fitting my outfits, mainly attempting to get the shirt to fit my avatar's rediculous bust and hips, I'm walking through the terminal and onto the cabin of my personal jet 20 minutes late. How terrible.
The jet is fitted with a luxury design. Go big or go home yeah? There's a mini-bar, though it is severely lacking in drinks, a lounge with sofas and stuff. There's a basic office, a conference room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and an upper deck with another lounge in addition to crew accommodations near the front of the plane.
Quick walk around the plane, and done. All acquainted.
I sit myself down in the lounge on a sofa that is aligned toward the front of the plane as we begin taxiing down the runway. Apparently my escort is already in the air. Yellow squadron is also in QF-105s and the new refuelers.
Galm 1 is the one piloting my jet. Galms 2 and 3 are piloting the refueling tankers, and the remainder are in fighter jets.
Yellow squadron is broken down similarly, only instead of having a luxury liner, it's a sort of patrol version of the 747 carrying a ton of JSOWs and SDBs on several wing and centerline pylons with the main cabin space modified to carry fuel and cargo. According to the notes attached to the design file, it was designed by a spun off subroutine when I napped.
And now we're rolling down the runway. Well, it goes without saying but there's no harm in repeating it just so they get it right.
"Galm 1. Take me to America."
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Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
by giving our glorious overlords the moneys.
Battleship_Fusou
(The Itty-Bitty Pretty Battleship Kitty)
- Location
- Surigao Strait
I read this in the voice of Eddie Izzard...
As for the story, I'm quite enjoying it and I'm having a laugh contemplating out respective Commanders encountering each other somewhere in the multiverse.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
God multiple commanders would be a clusterfuck.
You have Tiki, Drich, Faith, and Itmauve, who all seem to try to cause as little suffering as possible.
Then you have Gideon, who has a bit of a god complex.
Then Torr, Fusou and to a lesser extent Ramble, who both seem to be fully willing to commit things that aren't as moral as they could be if needed.
Then Glitch, who is a sociopath.
Besides the concentrated amounts of Dakka and techswap, the mix of only somewhat compatible personality types would make them either be at each other's throats within minutes, or do something that royally fucks over everyone in the universe.
Would be fun to write though.
- Location
- America
I love eddie izzard.
Should I find him somewhere in my multiverse travels I'll clone and pattern him then I'll trade you for something.
Fusou-Oneesama noticed me, yey, I feel accomplished.
And then we bring our kids and have them mingle. Well, I don't know about Torr really, seeing as a lot of them are crazy and my "kids" are still developing though if I pick up a Stig somewhere, I'm sure they would love him.
- Location
- Arizona
...Stig? You'd let a Stig drive a Commander?!? Madness! Total and utter madness!
...Can I get a pattern? Hey, Stig would be a great counter to Chaos, even they'd have no idea what to do with it. Though, knowing the Stig, it'd become a new Warp God of Speed, and appeals to all races.
...Can I get a pattern? Hey, Stig would be a great counter to Chaos, even they'd have no idea what to do with it. Though, knowing the Stig, it'd become a new Warp God of Speed, and appeals to all races.
TikiTau
Commander Pangolinski
- Location
- Texas
Or it would attract Speed Freaks from across the Sector in an instinctive need to take part in Da Big Race.
And Doom Rider.
Possibly some Saim-Hann Eldar.
Commentary by Eldred and Trazyn, who might even let The Top Gear Lads out of his collection for the occasion (and a chance to snag a genuine Stig. The non - farm raised ones are rare as hen's teeth)
12
- Location
- America
Somewhere in Australia
The construction armature began autonomous function. It wasn't exactly very smart, but it did receive instructions from another source, one of the subconscious spun off subroutines of the original commander.
The orders were clear. Prepare Australia for "sandbox play" when the commander's main avatar arrives in Australia after tending to other business. This other business was apparently personal business but since it was a dumb AI with no possible hope of growing into anything more, it had no curiosity and thus, left it alone. For now was the task of establishing infrastructure. Fabrication of a fabricator armature was quick and in five minutes, another fabricator armature was created. The addition of a second armature cut construction of the third armature in half. In two and a half minutes, the third armature was constructing a forth.
The process continued.
30 minutes pass until there are enough armatures to begin the next step. Construction of larger armatures to with which to construct infrastructure. This happens.
A large standard armature is constructed. While the small armatures begin construction of yet another large construction armature, the currently existing unit begins constructing a Fab Rover.
An hour passes. What started as a single small armature has become a sprawling mass of construction armatures of varying sizes constructing Fab Rovers with great speed. Once the number of fab rovers reaches 200. The construction armatures are cannibalized to free up space. A Fabrication hangar was constructed. Though the conscious commander had only so far used it to construct aircraft he knew that it was also capable of being used to construct regular ground vehicles as well.
Additional hangars were constructed while work began on adjacent airport in order to accommodate tanker aircraft bringing the high octane gasoline from the main facility in Africa. There were also silos for storage being constructed as well.
Two hours since operations began, four construction hangars began constructing vehicles on large flat rolling pallets with each vehicle's empty of fuel and sitting on the pallets side by side on a grid. Shortly after construction, the pallets were then shortly pulled out and set aside to make room for more construction. Quickly, a large vehicle depot was set up, containing everything from sedans and motorcycles to busses and semi-trailer trucks and actual semi-trailers.
Additionally, Fab rovers began the long and arduous process of constructing two pipelines from designation Hive Base all the way to the Cocos (Keeling) Islands, then to the former Seychelles, and then to Mogadishu and finally to the main site where the water and oil fabrication facilities were constructed. At each point, there was to be a transfer station with an accompanying airport and other such facilities as to make maintenance possible.
As hive base began to grow, it became necessary to construct defenses. While Galatia missile launchers went against the spirit of the commander's exercise of limiting to the 21st century, the subroutine had a work around of constructing a cluster of launchers but limited to firing rocket propelled JSOW and rocket propelled Small Diameter Bombs rather than the usual Galatia missiles.
It would be necessary for the main commander to find or design a launcher more specific to the whole exercise, but otherwise the system worked well enough that it wouldn't be a problem for the foreseeable future.
Walls of concrete were also thrown up. With so many resource cores established on the African continent and only a primitive tech base, there was no worry of crashing the central resource economy so Hive Base had no concern for any limit of resources. Construction of a 20 kilometer diameter, four meter tall circular perimeter wall began to fence off the area from casual intrusion by any erstwhile explorers. Meanwhile, construction of a large, blocky, reinforced concrete structure began in order to actually be a defensive structure.
It was soon that the commander woke up and the overriding intelligence dictating the actions of Hive Base Australia forwarded its report.
The report is quite interesting and I mostly approve of almost everything. I also make a note to myself to never nap on my front again since my sizable bust gets squashed down and it is a somewhat painful surprisingly, though I suppose it is understandable. Besides that, I'm about an hour and a half away from the east coast of the United States which should allow me enough time to go over my affairs and stuff before my little air convoy is detected and intercepted by whatever aircraft that may be left of the US air force.
Hive Base is doing alright in Australia and the nanomachines in Asia have managed to entirely sequence the genetic structure of several animals by destructive analysis of individual stem cells, though it was a bit bothersome since the immune system white blood cells of the animals in question kept attacking the nanites. Regardless, it was done. I store away the data and set the fab rovers at the main base to construct a dedicated server to run simulations on biological manipulation.
Additionally, I also quickly draft possible initial designs for cloning tanks. These will be tested later on, first in simulations and then in the real world.
After I'm sure I have enough biological data, I reassign the nanomachines in Asia to begin moving out of the animals they have infested and move to a set of coordinates on the planet and begin building a construction armature. Depending on how much time my US visit will take, I will have a base from which to conduct asia operations.
I'll also need as some point to sample some asian human DNA as well. The humans on the australian continent were heavily poisoned and damaged so that most of them would have half lives and have things like cancer quite often. This is not conducive to my goals so I will have to harvest european DNA from the population of the United States. African DNA is being harvested by nanobots that the humans in the cities I built were picking up as they explored. Most of it is from skin particles though, since the nanomachines would cause something like a bad cold and deter them from entering in the future and the sequences from stem cells and other cells are harvested from the people I blasted. Since they're kinda blown to chunks and stuff, I can't really get an impression of what they were like when they were alive and whether they were half life or not.
I already have several Genomes already, though I will have to test them rigorously to make sure that they're not half life as well. Several of them seem to be fine, but there is usually more than meets the eye. Also, the people I let into the cities seem to being enjoying the abundance of water in the city and the reservoirs are filling up quite nicely with water laced with nano-machines to clean it of any pathogens or bad chemicals.
As it is, there we go. All set.
I take the time to use a fabricator to construct a proper suit for me to wear including a white dress shirt, tie, blazer, boxers, dress pants and belt to replace the outfit the avatar came with. Seriously, while I love Iowa and waifu her at every opportunity, I am me and I will be nobody's waifu dammit. That means having an appropriate outfit that wouldn't be turning any more heads that I already would. The hat actually holds a RADAR and a radio transmitter/reciever though, so I don't really want to get rid of it. I disguise it as a nice trilby hat.
Unfortunately, since for some reason nano-machines won't work on my body, I need to change my outfit manually instead of simply using the nanites to simply rework my clothes. Luckily, all of my shirts are button up, because otherwise I don't see a viable way to fit into anything else other than say, loose aprons or something.
Bah, whatever. I try at least three different suits before I manage to get everything just right, a double breasted suit, made to fit and custom tailored to my body shape and then I go to seat myself at the cockpit. I don't touch the controls of course, Galm 1 is more than a capable auto-pilot, but human speech is mostly beyond him, so I need to monitor the radio.
I could of course, do it from the back of the plane using my connection, but it would probably be really weird if any USAF pilots intercepted a pilotless plane.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I found my muse. He was found early Wednesday morning by the side of the highway having suffered from a gunshot wound. He managed to survive several days, pulling himself to roadside before succumbing to his injuries. Name withheld while next of kin are notified.
On the other hand, I hired a new one.
The construction armature began autonomous function. It wasn't exactly very smart, but it did receive instructions from another source, one of the subconscious spun off subroutines of the original commander.
The orders were clear. Prepare Australia for "sandbox play" when the commander's main avatar arrives in Australia after tending to other business. This other business was apparently personal business but since it was a dumb AI with no possible hope of growing into anything more, it had no curiosity and thus, left it alone. For now was the task of establishing infrastructure. Fabrication of a fabricator armature was quick and in five minutes, another fabricator armature was created. The addition of a second armature cut construction of the third armature in half. In two and a half minutes, the third armature was constructing a forth.
The process continued.
30 minutes pass until there are enough armatures to begin the next step. Construction of larger armatures to with which to construct infrastructure. This happens.
A large standard armature is constructed. While the small armatures begin construction of yet another large construction armature, the currently existing unit begins constructing a Fab Rover.
An hour passes. What started as a single small armature has become a sprawling mass of construction armatures of varying sizes constructing Fab Rovers with great speed. Once the number of fab rovers reaches 200. The construction armatures are cannibalized to free up space. A Fabrication hangar was constructed. Though the conscious commander had only so far used it to construct aircraft he knew that it was also capable of being used to construct regular ground vehicles as well.
Additional hangars were constructed while work began on adjacent airport in order to accommodate tanker aircraft bringing the high octane gasoline from the main facility in Africa. There were also silos for storage being constructed as well.
Two hours since operations began, four construction hangars began constructing vehicles on large flat rolling pallets with each vehicle's empty of fuel and sitting on the pallets side by side on a grid. Shortly after construction, the pallets were then shortly pulled out and set aside to make room for more construction. Quickly, a large vehicle depot was set up, containing everything from sedans and motorcycles to busses and semi-trailer trucks and actual semi-trailers.
Additionally, Fab rovers began the long and arduous process of constructing two pipelines from designation Hive Base all the way to the Cocos (Keeling) Islands, then to the former Seychelles, and then to Mogadishu and finally to the main site where the water and oil fabrication facilities were constructed. At each point, there was to be a transfer station with an accompanying airport and other such facilities as to make maintenance possible.
As hive base began to grow, it became necessary to construct defenses. While Galatia missile launchers went against the spirit of the commander's exercise of limiting to the 21st century, the subroutine had a work around of constructing a cluster of launchers but limited to firing rocket propelled JSOW and rocket propelled Small Diameter Bombs rather than the usual Galatia missiles.
It would be necessary for the main commander to find or design a launcher more specific to the whole exercise, but otherwise the system worked well enough that it wouldn't be a problem for the foreseeable future.
Walls of concrete were also thrown up. With so many resource cores established on the African continent and only a primitive tech base, there was no worry of crashing the central resource economy so Hive Base had no concern for any limit of resources. Construction of a 20 kilometer diameter, four meter tall circular perimeter wall began to fence off the area from casual intrusion by any erstwhile explorers. Meanwhile, construction of a large, blocky, reinforced concrete structure began in order to actually be a defensive structure.
It was soon that the commander woke up and the overriding intelligence dictating the actions of Hive Base Australia forwarded its report.
The report is quite interesting and I mostly approve of almost everything. I also make a note to myself to never nap on my front again since my sizable bust gets squashed down and it is a somewhat painful surprisingly, though I suppose it is understandable. Besides that, I'm about an hour and a half away from the east coast of the United States which should allow me enough time to go over my affairs and stuff before my little air convoy is detected and intercepted by whatever aircraft that may be left of the US air force.
Hive Base is doing alright in Australia and the nanomachines in Asia have managed to entirely sequence the genetic structure of several animals by destructive analysis of individual stem cells, though it was a bit bothersome since the immune system white blood cells of the animals in question kept attacking the nanites. Regardless, it was done. I store away the data and set the fab rovers at the main base to construct a dedicated server to run simulations on biological manipulation.
Additionally, I also quickly draft possible initial designs for cloning tanks. These will be tested later on, first in simulations and then in the real world.
After I'm sure I have enough biological data, I reassign the nanomachines in Asia to begin moving out of the animals they have infested and move to a set of coordinates on the planet and begin building a construction armature. Depending on how much time my US visit will take, I will have a base from which to conduct asia operations.
I'll also need as some point to sample some asian human DNA as well. The humans on the australian continent were heavily poisoned and damaged so that most of them would have half lives and have things like cancer quite often. This is not conducive to my goals so I will have to harvest european DNA from the population of the United States. African DNA is being harvested by nanobots that the humans in the cities I built were picking up as they explored. Most of it is from skin particles though, since the nanomachines would cause something like a bad cold and deter them from entering in the future and the sequences from stem cells and other cells are harvested from the people I blasted. Since they're kinda blown to chunks and stuff, I can't really get an impression of what they were like when they were alive and whether they were half life or not.
I already have several Genomes already, though I will have to test them rigorously to make sure that they're not half life as well. Several of them seem to be fine, but there is usually more than meets the eye. Also, the people I let into the cities seem to being enjoying the abundance of water in the city and the reservoirs are filling up quite nicely with water laced with nano-machines to clean it of any pathogens or bad chemicals.
As it is, there we go. All set.
I take the time to use a fabricator to construct a proper suit for me to wear including a white dress shirt, tie, blazer, boxers, dress pants and belt to replace the outfit the avatar came with. Seriously, while I love Iowa and waifu her at every opportunity, I am me and I will be nobody's waifu dammit. That means having an appropriate outfit that wouldn't be turning any more heads that I already would. The hat actually holds a RADAR and a radio transmitter/reciever though, so I don't really want to get rid of it. I disguise it as a nice trilby hat.
Unfortunately, since for some reason nano-machines won't work on my body, I need to change my outfit manually instead of simply using the nanites to simply rework my clothes. Luckily, all of my shirts are button up, because otherwise I don't see a viable way to fit into anything else other than say, loose aprons or something.
Bah, whatever. I try at least three different suits before I manage to get everything just right, a double breasted suit, made to fit and custom tailored to my body shape and then I go to seat myself at the cockpit. I don't touch the controls of course, Galm 1 is more than a capable auto-pilot, but human speech is mostly beyond him, so I need to monitor the radio.
I could of course, do it from the back of the plane using my connection, but it would probably be really weird if any USAF pilots intercepted a pilotless plane.
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I found my muse. He was found early Wednesday morning by the side of the highway having suffered from a gunshot wound. He managed to survive several days, pulling himself to roadside before succumbing to his injuries. Name withheld while next of kin are notified.
On the other hand, I hired a new one.
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Dangit!
Do you know how expensive bullets are these days? Now I need to go buy another!
- Location
- America
The guy's still an unpaid intern at the moment. Usually I would be hard up to find another but in this economy I'm not really short of people looking for jobs.
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- Location
- America
Took long enough for them to notice me. Judging by the radar waves hitting me, I surmise that they only recently rediscovered radar since nothing is being encoded and stuff. In any case, my observations are soon put on hold as the various radars in my little fleet of planes register incoming and not a few minutes later, a small squadron of old jet fighter aircraft planes approaches.
I lower my speed as much as possible so as to appear non-threatening and my escort fighters break off and disperse, wiggling their wings in farewell. The intercepting planes do not pursue and instead settle into formation around the most important looking plane, mine. I look out the window to visually confirm that the pilot can see me and wave. A voice comes over the radio.
"Unknown aircraft, this is the United States Air Force. You have been intercepted. You will follow me to Andrews air force base where you will land and prepare for inspection. Over."
"United States Air Force plane, this is Galm 1, the unknown aircraft you have taken formation around, I read you five by five. Lead the way. I hope you don't mind, but my escorts will need their tankers to refuel in the air. Please permit my escorts to break off or otherwise allow my escorts to rejoin this formation and land as well. Over."
"Hold on one moment. Let me pass this to higher up and see what they say about it. Over."
"Roger. Out.
Huh, I had hoped to land in washington DC but eh, it's not that bad. Oh well. I tell Galm 1 to rearrange the formation in order to accommodate our new companions and to compensate for the loss of our own escorts.
"Galm 1, your escorts are cleared to break off. Over."
"Roger. Escorts breaking formation now. Over."
Well, that's nice of them. All tankers break off and rejoin the escorts. I am receiving pings of thanks from the rest of the squadron as I continue on alone.
"Galm 1, I've been instructed to ask who you are what exactly is your business here? It's been awhile since we've seen a passenger turbojet. Over."
"I go by the designation Ramble or Commander Ramble. I'm the only person on this plane. I'm coming here with the intention of immigrating to the United States. Over"
"And now this just shot way past my paygrade. Let me pass this up to my superiors. There will likely be a response when you land. Over."
"Roger that. Galm 1 out."
Well, that was a thing. Still, this shouldn't be affecting anything, just making my flight time last longer. While my subconcious mind handles things, I get to look over the state of affairs everywhere else on this world. My launch pad back in africa has been sitting idle for a while. What would be really nice would be to set up a constellation of surveillance satellites everywhere across the globe. That way I can have all of my units be useful without constructing another AI like I did for Galm and Yellow squadrons.
So fabricating the rocket isn't going to take too long, getting it out to the launch pad is actually the longest part of the whole thing and because of the extremely powerful engines on the crawler transporter, it only takes like three hours rather than the whole day like the crawler back in my old world.
It's going to be a bit of waiting for me, but that's about normal for me.
What else can I do?
Ah! I know, unit design.
While things are being filtered through the relentlessly obtuse United States bureacracy and being bounced around the pentagon and stuff, I'll just use my time to make myself even better at things, but first, I need to see about getting some more scans of things.
Luckily, my Global Hawks are equipped with a rudimentary fabricator to produce nanites for in-flight repair. Perfect. And oh look! One of my Global Hawks flying over the mediterranean lake managed to find some boats for me, looks like a commie Tarantul and a Pegasus.
Oh! This is so fun! And it looks like they sunk with some of their ordinance still on board. Evidently, they weren't able fire off all of their ordinance before they killed each other. I've got access to both of the blueprints to modify to my needs as well as how to reverse engineer the Harpoons and Malachite missiles.
Hmm, I'm loathed to use dirty commie weapons, but they are certainly more effective. The Malachite missile can't be launched from aircraft though, or at least I can't find anything that might have allowed it to be mounted under an aircraft. Right, Harpoon for my air units, and Malachite for my ships and heavier land based stuff.
Huu. I also need to send a drone up to Russia too, check how the commies are doing. See if there's anybody up there who need freedomizing too. Maybe they will have some old stuff up there for me to retrieve and use.
Bah, enough about that. Unit editing is fun.
One thing I really want is sort of a land battleship, something big, impressive, intimidating, and completely overkill. Also a place to store all of my units. I'd get the land battleship later. With the materials I'm allowing myself to use, there would be absolutely no way for me to build a land battleship over maybe a few thousand tons that would be able to move at any decent pace. For now, I start small with my light strike boats at 500 tons.
It's not much. The thing is still driven on four wheels and powered by an 8000 horsepower gas turbine engine. It also has a ship hull shape too, just for funsies and to have some more real estate on top for things like a superstructure holding basically everything needed. Plus, in addition to everything being automated, it also has everything necessary for a human crew to operate and live on the ship as well. Weapons consist of a single 76mm cannon on the front in a low profile mount and four missile launchers, two armored box launchers for the bigger commie missiles and two quad launchers for the smaller missiles. Big dakka for fighting, more dakka for FREEDOM! And for "infantry" there are two dual function 20mm autocannons on either side.
Also I make sure to make the crew accommodations a little less spartan as well as include space for provisions, fuel space, and on the go refueling capacity as well as a combat center where the "core crew" would be able to stay better defended than if they were on the bridge where somebody would be able to shoot through the windows or something. Also, the bridge has windows that double as viewscreens and have a shutter that closes over them during combat so that people can't shoot through with windows and kill the bridge crew. Oh yeah, and there's things like an "armory" filled with cheap submachine guns like Stens and stuff and pistols and ammo just in case.
For less technologically intensive universes, Light Strike Boats would be the most common combatant among my fleet, the cannon fodder that would take hits for the larger ships and the fleet's secondary striking arm next to the carrier's combat air patrol. This is why they're mostly expendable. Already I'm itching for new technology to convert and come out with a new class.
Now to come up with a class name for it, something that encapsulates its expendable nature but valuable role.
. . .
Eh, I'll sleep on it or something.
Next up, the support fleet.
I need a fleet oiler, tugs, dry cargo, and a repair ship to get the whole self contained package that can operate for a while without fueling up.
This means that I need a big fleet oiler. I can build big, and since the fleet oiler doesn't need to travel all that fast and I can essentially make it in segments so that it can turn, I can take some liberties with the design.
While it's not exactly the boat shape that I would prefer, my fleet oiler consists of a prime mover with six independently powered wheels powered by two 4000 horsepower gas turbine engines hauling three barges connected with a hose measuring at least a foot in diameter with each barge holding one and a half million gallons of fuel oil which should keep a small fleet of Light Strike Boats fueled up for about a month. The refueling proceedure is completely automated and handled by the computers on both the oiler and the ship being fueled. I do however managed to incorporate a somewhat boat like hull design into the prime mover as well as a few propellers and a telescoping rudder in case I need to take it onto water. The bargest also has large air tanks so as to float on water.
Just to be sure, I determine not to sortie with any fewer than four oilers per fleet so that if anything were to happen to one of them, it wouldn't jepordize the whole fleet and strand it in the middle of nowhere. The dry cargo ship is actually the same thing only two of the barges carry shipping while the one closest to the prime mover holds oil so it doesn't need refueling until it gets to a friendly port.
I'm actually pretty sure that I can hold off on the tug and the repair ship until later because hey look at the time.
"Galm 1, there will be someone to meet you on the runway when you land. How copy? Over."
"This is Galm 1, proceeding to Andrews AFB, Over."
Oh? Perhaps I got expedited. I had doubts that the bureaucracy of the pentagon would be able to process anything by the time I landed let along in the 45 or so minutes I had spent designing my units and checking their viability.
Let's see what's going to happen.
I lower my speed as much as possible so as to appear non-threatening and my escort fighters break off and disperse, wiggling their wings in farewell. The intercepting planes do not pursue and instead settle into formation around the most important looking plane, mine. I look out the window to visually confirm that the pilot can see me and wave. A voice comes over the radio.
"Unknown aircraft, this is the United States Air Force. You have been intercepted. You will follow me to Andrews air force base where you will land and prepare for inspection. Over."
"United States Air Force plane, this is Galm 1, the unknown aircraft you have taken formation around, I read you five by five. Lead the way. I hope you don't mind, but my escorts will need their tankers to refuel in the air. Please permit my escorts to break off or otherwise allow my escorts to rejoin this formation and land as well. Over."
"Hold on one moment. Let me pass this to higher up and see what they say about it. Over."
"Roger. Out.
Huh, I had hoped to land in washington DC but eh, it's not that bad. Oh well. I tell Galm 1 to rearrange the formation in order to accommodate our new companions and to compensate for the loss of our own escorts.
"Galm 1, your escorts are cleared to break off. Over."
"Roger. Escorts breaking formation now. Over."
Well, that's nice of them. All tankers break off and rejoin the escorts. I am receiving pings of thanks from the rest of the squadron as I continue on alone.
"Galm 1, I've been instructed to ask who you are what exactly is your business here? It's been awhile since we've seen a passenger turbojet. Over."
"I go by the designation Ramble or Commander Ramble. I'm the only person on this plane. I'm coming here with the intention of immigrating to the United States. Over"
"And now this just shot way past my paygrade. Let me pass this up to my superiors. There will likely be a response when you land. Over."
"Roger that. Galm 1 out."
Well, that was a thing. Still, this shouldn't be affecting anything, just making my flight time last longer. While my subconcious mind handles things, I get to look over the state of affairs everywhere else on this world. My launch pad back in africa has been sitting idle for a while. What would be really nice would be to set up a constellation of surveillance satellites everywhere across the globe. That way I can have all of my units be useful without constructing another AI like I did for Galm and Yellow squadrons.
So fabricating the rocket isn't going to take too long, getting it out to the launch pad is actually the longest part of the whole thing and because of the extremely powerful engines on the crawler transporter, it only takes like three hours rather than the whole day like the crawler back in my old world.
It's going to be a bit of waiting for me, but that's about normal for me.
What else can I do?
Ah! I know, unit design.
While things are being filtered through the relentlessly obtuse United States bureacracy and being bounced around the pentagon and stuff, I'll just use my time to make myself even better at things, but first, I need to see about getting some more scans of things.
Luckily, my Global Hawks are equipped with a rudimentary fabricator to produce nanites for in-flight repair. Perfect. And oh look! One of my Global Hawks flying over the mediterranean lake managed to find some boats for me, looks like a commie Tarantul and a Pegasus.
Oh! This is so fun! And it looks like they sunk with some of their ordinance still on board. Evidently, they weren't able fire off all of their ordinance before they killed each other. I've got access to both of the blueprints to modify to my needs as well as how to reverse engineer the Harpoons and Malachite missiles.
Hmm, I'm loathed to use dirty commie weapons, but they are certainly more effective. The Malachite missile can't be launched from aircraft though, or at least I can't find anything that might have allowed it to be mounted under an aircraft. Right, Harpoon for my air units, and Malachite for my ships and heavier land based stuff.
Huu. I also need to send a drone up to Russia too, check how the commies are doing. See if there's anybody up there who need freedomizing too. Maybe they will have some old stuff up there for me to retrieve and use.
Bah, enough about that. Unit editing is fun.
One thing I really want is sort of a land battleship, something big, impressive, intimidating, and completely overkill. Also a place to store all of my units. I'd get the land battleship later. With the materials I'm allowing myself to use, there would be absolutely no way for me to build a land battleship over maybe a few thousand tons that would be able to move at any decent pace. For now, I start small with my light strike boats at 500 tons.
It's not much. The thing is still driven on four wheels and powered by an 8000 horsepower gas turbine engine. It also has a ship hull shape too, just for funsies and to have some more real estate on top for things like a superstructure holding basically everything needed. Plus, in addition to everything being automated, it also has everything necessary for a human crew to operate and live on the ship as well. Weapons consist of a single 76mm cannon on the front in a low profile mount and four missile launchers, two armored box launchers for the bigger commie missiles and two quad launchers for the smaller missiles. Big dakka for fighting, more dakka for FREEDOM! And for "infantry" there are two dual function 20mm autocannons on either side.
Also I make sure to make the crew accommodations a little less spartan as well as include space for provisions, fuel space, and on the go refueling capacity as well as a combat center where the "core crew" would be able to stay better defended than if they were on the bridge where somebody would be able to shoot through the windows or something. Also, the bridge has windows that double as viewscreens and have a shutter that closes over them during combat so that people can't shoot through with windows and kill the bridge crew. Oh yeah, and there's things like an "armory" filled with cheap submachine guns like Stens and stuff and pistols and ammo just in case.
For less technologically intensive universes, Light Strike Boats would be the most common combatant among my fleet, the cannon fodder that would take hits for the larger ships and the fleet's secondary striking arm next to the carrier's combat air patrol. This is why they're mostly expendable. Already I'm itching for new technology to convert and come out with a new class.
Now to come up with a class name for it, something that encapsulates its expendable nature but valuable role.
. . .
Eh, I'll sleep on it or something.
Next up, the support fleet.
I need a fleet oiler, tugs, dry cargo, and a repair ship to get the whole self contained package that can operate for a while without fueling up.
This means that I need a big fleet oiler. I can build big, and since the fleet oiler doesn't need to travel all that fast and I can essentially make it in segments so that it can turn, I can take some liberties with the design.
While it's not exactly the boat shape that I would prefer, my fleet oiler consists of a prime mover with six independently powered wheels powered by two 4000 horsepower gas turbine engines hauling three barges connected with a hose measuring at least a foot in diameter with each barge holding one and a half million gallons of fuel oil which should keep a small fleet of Light Strike Boats fueled up for about a month. The refueling proceedure is completely automated and handled by the computers on both the oiler and the ship being fueled. I do however managed to incorporate a somewhat boat like hull design into the prime mover as well as a few propellers and a telescoping rudder in case I need to take it onto water. The bargest also has large air tanks so as to float on water.
Just to be sure, I determine not to sortie with any fewer than four oilers per fleet so that if anything were to happen to one of them, it wouldn't jepordize the whole fleet and strand it in the middle of nowhere. The dry cargo ship is actually the same thing only two of the barges carry shipping while the one closest to the prime mover holds oil so it doesn't need refueling until it gets to a friendly port.
I'm actually pretty sure that I can hold off on the tug and the repair ship until later because hey look at the time.
"Galm 1, there will be someone to meet you on the runway when you land. How copy? Over."
"This is Galm 1, proceeding to Andrews AFB, Over."
Oh? Perhaps I got expedited. I had doubts that the bureaucracy of the pentagon would be able to process anything by the time I landed let along in the 45 or so minutes I had spent designing my units and checking their viability.
Let's see what's going to happen.
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StrangerDanger51
Novice Writer
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Time to meet the American bigwigs. Just don't get angry when they try and commandeer your plane.
TikiTau
Commander Pangolinski
- Location
- Texas
...I read that as 'commander' your plane.
'No thanks, it's already got one!'
'what?'
'What?'
I should probably sleep more. :3
Help me, napping pangolin avatar. z-z
- Location
- America
Besides the fact that I'd probably just hand it over, I've got bunches of fighters flying about with bigass bombs and rockets and gatling guns and stuff. The pilots definitely saw everything.
- Location
- United States
Wasn't that supposed to be Andrews AFB? Andersen AFB is in Guam, I think.