If letting Kane have (part of) what he wants, in that he gets off this mudball, is the price to get the TCN and save over a billion human lives, I will pay that price gladly. The idea that we can get a win condition without making some compromises, is profoundly naive.
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From my perspective, it's ensuring a Threat is neutralised. There is no absolute guarantee that Kane and his circle would honor their words. There is no guarantee that they won't comeback to haunt GDI in the future or stab us in the back the moment its most convenient. Kane and his circle have access to technology unfathomably advanced that it makes current GDI military tech look like cavemen learning how to sharpen sticks with rocks.
The good thing is, they don't have the resource to make this wonderfully powerful tech.
But GDI does. So when Kane gives us the TCN in exchange for said resources?
You might as well give bullets to the guy holding a gun to your face.
P.S
I'd also like to add in that the TCN would canonically be connected to the Threshold-19 portal facility. A facility he controls. A facility we cannot hope to take or destroy, but only keep inert. A facility where all the Tiberium power and materials may end up being funnelled to.
The TCN network is a potential Trojan Horse that GDI would unwittingly become so dependent on that they cannot destroy it. Imagine having to be forced to protect a world wide tiberium gathering facility thats feeding and funding the war machine and economy of your enemy as well as the new alien tech toys they would use against you. It ain't fun chief.
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Gamer Gideon (noncanon) (here there be memes)
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Allright, this is a massively cursed Omake I have written and it needs explanation, I'll put in spoilers below.
Gamer Gideon
Gideon quickly licked off the crumbs from his fingers before bending forward towards the screen again, but as he did so he did not see the open can of coke, branched off from Space Commands supplier, tilting it and spilling sugary liquid over his keyboard and desk.
"Fucking Hell", he growled, pulling out a tissue from the almost empty box to his right to cleaned it up, wiping off his keyboard as best as he could. Throwing the sticky tissue in the room behind him, he refocused his attention to the discussion he was currently having. One of the few secure and secret connections to the GDI internet in the north american red zone.
"Yeah same", he typed. "My so-called 'girlfriend' left me and is now together with someone from SpecOps. I cannot believe all females fall for these stupid asshole losers."
As he waited for the other person to reply he reached for another can, only to find his supply empty. Frustration rose inside him, before the notification noise returned his attention to the screen.
"Oh man, you are right", he read. "I swear it is impossible for nice guys like us to find a girlfriend. They all want their soldier types with square jaws, chiseled abs and at least 6' in height."
"Have you seen Carter?", Gideon answered, posting a picture of his sworn nemesis from the recent moon landing press conference. The picture popped up in the chat, showing the Admiral shaking hands with Captain Stevens. Gideons eyes scanned Stevens' form, imagining the body under that hidden by the unflattering orange space suit, before eyeing Carter, looking at his false smile showing perfect teeth.
"The Admiral? Please don't remind me. Fucker must drown in the attention he gets. Look at his perfectly angled occipital lobes."
"It's all the problem of these romantic shows giving females false representations of what a relationship is supposed to be like." Gideon added. After typing that, he got up and searched his private chambers for an unopened pack of cola cans, rummaging through mountains of empty cans and chips bottles before finding six cool glass bottles filled with black, tasty liquid. Satisfied he returned to his computer, ready to continue.
Okay, you know Gideon, the guy making us problems in NA, he is actually a character from the game that shall not be named. And he is responsible for the horror that is the new Scorpion tank in that game.
You see this claws? Well, let me explain what they are for:
"The secondary weapon of the AT-20 are its claws—which can be used by the operator to grab vehicles, and immobilize them using a built-in electromagnetic current generator—disabling the victim whilst allowing the tail laser to rip it apart with ease. Lighter units including infantry can be picked up with the claws and carried off. Scorpion pilots have also been noted to enjoy grabbing GDI's female soldiers, such as the Zone Defender or Zone Raider, and reportedly rewarded Scorpion pilots whom accomplished such a feat with an (unofficial) medal."
- quoted off the CnC wiki. Its real, grabbing Zone Defenders and Raiders will net you an in-game archievement.
So...yeah, after that "Gamer" Gideon became a meme on the discord and it resulted in the following.
You see this claws? Well, let me explain what they are for:
"The secondary weapon of the AT-20 are its claws—which can be used by the operator to grab vehicles, and immobilize them using a built-in electromagnetic current generator—disabling the victim whilst allowing the tail laser to rip it apart with ease. Lighter units including infantry can be picked up with the claws and carried off. Scorpion pilots have also been noted to enjoy grabbing GDI's female soldiers, such as the Zone Defender or Zone Raider, and reportedly rewarded Scorpion pilots whom accomplished such a feat with an (unofficial) medal."
- quoted off the CnC wiki. Its real, grabbing Zone Defenders and Raiders will net you an in-game archievement.
So...yeah, after that "Gamer" Gideon became a meme on the discord and it resulted in the following.
Gamer Gideon
Gideon quickly licked off the crumbs from his fingers before bending forward towards the screen again, but as he did so he did not see the open can of coke, branched off from Space Commands supplier, tilting it and spilling sugary liquid over his keyboard and desk.
"Fucking Hell", he growled, pulling out a tissue from the almost empty box to his right to cleaned it up, wiping off his keyboard as best as he could. Throwing the sticky tissue in the room behind him, he refocused his attention to the discussion he was currently having. One of the few secure and secret connections to the GDI internet in the north american red zone.
"Yeah same", he typed. "My so-called 'girlfriend' left me and is now together with someone from SpecOps. I cannot believe all females fall for these stupid asshole losers."
As he waited for the other person to reply he reached for another can, only to find his supply empty. Frustration rose inside him, before the notification noise returned his attention to the screen.
"Oh man, you are right", he read. "I swear it is impossible for nice guys like us to find a girlfriend. They all want their soldier types with square jaws, chiseled abs and at least 6' in height."
"Have you seen Carter?", Gideon answered, posting a picture of his sworn nemesis from the recent moon landing press conference. The picture popped up in the chat, showing the Admiral shaking hands with Captain Stevens. Gideons eyes scanned Stevens' form, imagining the body under that hidden by the unflattering orange space suit, before eyeing Carter, looking at his false smile showing perfect teeth.
"The Admiral? Please don't remind me. Fucker must drown in the attention he gets. Look at his perfectly angled occipital lobes."
"It's all the problem of these romantic shows giving females false representations of what a relationship is supposed to be like." Gideon added. After typing that, he got up and searched his private chambers for an unopened pack of cola cans, rummaging through mountains of empty cans and chips bottles before finding six cool glass bottles filled with black, tasty liquid. Satisfied he returned to his computer, ready to continue.
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The bolded bit is incorrect. Kane does have more advanced tech, but it is not nearly as far above what GDI can do as you say.
As such, given you are working from incorrect premises, your conclusions are flawed.
If nothing else, we are also not likely to find ourselves in as desperate a situation as GDI was in C&C4. As has been mentioned before.
FTFY
If Kane was lapping us in military tech, we'd be very dead. It's Tiberium technology that NOD dramatically outpaces us in.
God, why? Have we not suffered for our sins enough?
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Kane's Letter (Canon)
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Farewell Letter From a Friend
Secretary Granger's Last Day of Work, Early Afternoon
Doctor James Granger, formerly Treasury Secretary of the Global Defense Initiative, walked into his home with a sigh somewhere between relief and regret. These last several years had been long and difficult, but also rewarding. He felt he'd done at least a little bit of good, working in the midst of the grinding gears of GDI's bureaucracy. He heard his wife moving around in her studio; this was probably the earliest he'd been home since starting the job.
Technically, his "last day" had been yesterday. That had been the mid-morning official ceremony, the fancy supper ceremony giving him a strange trophy-thing to put on a shelf, and a chance for his beloved to wear one of her fancy dresses. Today, though, had been the true passing of the torch. Lots of handing over secure paperwork files and folders, deactivating and activating clearance codes, signing TOP SECRET-level NDAs, and all the other hundred things you do when handing over reigns of one of the two most powerful and influential pieces of the entire Initiative.
His wife's voice drifted out of the studio; she'd heard him come home but was apparently in the midst of painting. "You have a card on the counter, dear! It came in the mail. The envelope was nice, so I left it be. We can tuck it with the others when you've read it!"
He turned and saw the envelope. It was high-quality paper, something that showed the sender cared. When he picked it up, he could tell there was slight texture to it; typically a sign it was all or mostly natural paper rather than the smooth synthetic stuff used for the "average" cards and books these days. Bit of an off-white color, slightly old-style printing. All very tasteful. No return address on the envelope, though. Odd, but not unheard of; the postage was first-class so it was clearly sent through GDI's Postal Service.
Dr. Granger flipped it over and found the envelope sealed with what looked to be some sort of candle wax; a couple of bits had flaked off of the rim, but the symbol in the center was still clearly there. It was almost like a 7, but with the vertical line being at nearly a right angle; there were two smaller, unconnected marks parallel to the top bar. Nothing else. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged as he broke the seal. Probably a fellow academic; they were all "weirdos" according to his wife, and some like the "old ways" of marking their letters and such. He'd had to stop doodling green crystals in the corners of official letters within a week of getting his Secretary position; didn't go over well with folks in the Treasury, it seemed. He pulled out the letter within; also thick, high-quality paper. This one was probably a keeper.
The letter dropped from nerveless hands as Dr. Granger stared into space. After almost a minute, he looked down at his hands. Nothing was wrong. No blotches, no rashes. Just...his hands.
He'd go get checked out, but somehow, he knew there had been no poison. Deep in his heart, he knew it had been a sincere letter of praise and well-wishes.
Which made the empty pit in his stomach yawn all the wider.
Secretary Granger's Last Day of Work, Early Afternoon
Doctor James Granger, formerly Treasury Secretary of the Global Defense Initiative, walked into his home with a sigh somewhere between relief and regret. These last several years had been long and difficult, but also rewarding. He felt he'd done at least a little bit of good, working in the midst of the grinding gears of GDI's bureaucracy. He heard his wife moving around in her studio; this was probably the earliest he'd been home since starting the job.
Technically, his "last day" had been yesterday. That had been the mid-morning official ceremony, the fancy supper ceremony giving him a strange trophy-thing to put on a shelf, and a chance for his beloved to wear one of her fancy dresses. Today, though, had been the true passing of the torch. Lots of handing over secure paperwork files and folders, deactivating and activating clearance codes, signing TOP SECRET-level NDAs, and all the other hundred things you do when handing over reigns of one of the two most powerful and influential pieces of the entire Initiative.
His wife's voice drifted out of the studio; she'd heard him come home but was apparently in the midst of painting. "You have a card on the counter, dear! It came in the mail. The envelope was nice, so I left it be. We can tuck it with the others when you've read it!"
He turned and saw the envelope. It was high-quality paper, something that showed the sender cared. When he picked it up, he could tell there was slight texture to it; typically a sign it was all or mostly natural paper rather than the smooth synthetic stuff used for the "average" cards and books these days. Bit of an off-white color, slightly old-style printing. All very tasteful. No return address on the envelope, though. Odd, but not unheard of; the postage was first-class so it was clearly sent through GDI's Postal Service.
Dr. Granger flipped it over and found the envelope sealed with what looked to be some sort of candle wax; a couple of bits had flaked off of the rim, but the symbol in the center was still clearly there. It was almost like a 7, but with the vertical line being at nearly a right angle; there were two smaller, unconnected marks parallel to the top bar. Nothing else. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged as he broke the seal. Probably a fellow academic; they were all "weirdos" according to his wife, and some like the "old ways" of marking their letters and such. He'd had to stop doodling green crystals in the corners of official letters within a week of getting his Secretary position; didn't go over well with folks in the Treasury, it seemed. He pulled out the letter within; also thick, high-quality paper. This one was probably a keeper.
The letter dropped from nerveless hands as Dr. Granger stared into space. After almost a minute, he looked down at his hands. Nothing was wrong. No blotches, no rashes. Just...his hands.
He'd go get checked out, but somehow, he knew there had been no poison. Deep in his heart, he knew it had been a sincere letter of praise and well-wishes.
Which made the empty pit in his stomach yawn all the wider.
-This is vaguely-placed timeline-wise because it's basically just "whenever Granger finishes retiring", which I assume to be a process taking a non-zero amount of time.
-There's no poison or anything. It's just a nice letter on nice paper in a nice, wax-sealed envelope. That's all it needs to be.
-He really did buy the 2 paintings for way more than they "ought" to have gone for. They're nice paintings!
-There's no poison or anything. It's just a nice letter on nice paper in a nice, wax-sealed envelope. That's all it needs to be.
-He really did buy the 2 paintings for way more than they "ought" to have gone for. They're nice paintings!
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Probably.
I don't think the Forgotten really want to move in with everyone else right now; our efforts to reintegrate them into our overall civilization are fairly new and I don't think they've forgotten that they were persecuted and hounded OUT of mainstream society just a generation or two ago.
Military garrison options aren't unrealistic, but apartment buildings don't make very good barracks.
The main likely use of all the excess Housing, given that it isn't very good housing, is as places to easily and quickly stash very large numbers of refugees without ever forcing any of them to live under canvas again.
To be fair, that part was pretty good- it just... didn't seem remotely relevant to the overarching issue that he swung in to argue about.
We've practically already met it and we have six quarters to go.
The thing is, we're already there and we have six turns to finish things up with the resource income thing. The GDI military is on the rampage and we just need to finish Chicago Phase 3 and its attendant MARV fleet, and maybe like one more tiberium project and BAM. We're there.
On food, we have eighteen Agriculture dice to roll, plus at least one light industry project that's good for 4 Food all by itself. There is no way we don't make this if we put in any real effort at all.
Well, that makes housing grants considerably less attractive, because while the Resource/Housing return on investment is favorable compared to Blue Zone Arcologies (the logistics-neutral option), the cost becomes rather less favorable if we're having to pony up +2 or +3 Logistics for every +4 or +5 Housing we get from the option.
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Tacitus
The Tacitus was a data storage device of unknown age and alien origin,[1] brought to Earth by an alien species known as the Scrin.[2] The Tacitus contained a massive amount of information, including information about advanced technology, making it highly sought after by both the Global Defense...
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We all know what the equivalent of a civilian mining force of Scrin did to Earth when they came down. The Tacitus has a very good chance of containing information on creating similar tech or possibly better. Kane could very well just be scratching the surface of what the Tacitus contains and with it, he created advanced walkers, tanks, stealth fighters and bombers as well as gene-enhancements and many more.
How much more is there to learn? Dunno. But all I know is I don't want to give him the resource and means to find out.
For the desperation, I agree. We're in a good spot and have freedom to choose to accept or not. My case is, do we want to gamble on trusting Kane? Knowing the guy would still have the Tacitus, retain control of the scrin superstructure portal and possibly have control of the TCN?
@KnightDisciple That Letter was amazing. Wish I could do more then one like. Thanks
I second this it was a phenomenal piece of writing well done!
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I really don't know how to get a read on that bastard Kane.
That's called being affably evil.
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The problem is that we'd need enough Resources to pay for the continuous Housing chug AND we'd need to be able/willing to invest enough ongoing dice and Resources for the needed ancillary Logistics projects. It's really hard to say whether that's worth it. It'd be especially rough at a time like this, because while we're just getting to the point where we can spare the Resources, we'll be feeling the Resource cost more after the start of the 2058 Plan... and we'll still be faced with quasi-mandatory need to keep running +Logistics projects to support the suburban sprawl.
If by 'it' you mean 'your post' or 'Ithillid's recent post,' then yes.
The entire point of maintaining Blue Zones is that there are places left on Earth where we don't have to stick people inside a giant reinforced bunker for them to be acceptably safe from tiberium. We have taken considerable pains to arrange it so. Thus, while I don't dismiss your position in general, I do dismiss this specific argument.
Don't you mean the Navy's Yellow Zone evacuations? There's not really anyone left in the Red Zones to evacuate; they're unlivable unless you're a tiberium mutant. That's kind of what makes them 'Red Zones' instead of 'more Yellow Yellow Zones.'
But with that said, yeah, the Logistics cost is a bear. Assuming that it's basically "pay 15 Resources per turn to build housing basically similar to duplexes at a rate of one Housing per turn," which sounds roughly like what the QM is saying, that cost adds up. I'd have to think carefully about the exact balance, but it certainly reduces if not outright eliminates any possible advantage to be had from the grants in terms of Number Go Up.
The main problem is that demand for space in the arcologies is going to be very high for quite a while and we just can't get them built fast enough to appear fully responsive to the problem. Building a bunch of duplexes may not be the agreeable solution for our purposes, but it would at a bare minimum be quick.
The public doesn't show it but I imagine they are tired of this forever war with nod and tiberium and I imagine they will push for whatever measures to make it over more quickly even though it will just be temporary peace until the next thing like the remnants of not that did not give up spreading their holy Stone around when they finally get organized?Kane has an Archive of Ancient Alien tech (Good chance of it being Scrin)Tacitus
The Tacitus was a data storage device of unknown age and alien origin,[1] brought to Earth by an alien species known as the Scrin.[2] The Tacitus contained a massive amount of information, including information about advanced technology, making it highly sought after by both the Global Defense...
We all know what the equivalent of a civilian mining force of Scrin did to Earth when they came down. The Tacitus has a very good chance of containing information on creating similar tech or possibly better. Kane could very well just be scratching the surface of what the Tacitus contains and with it, he created advanced walkers, tanks, stealth fighters and bombers as well as gene-enhancements and many more.
How much more is there to learn? Dunno. But all I know is I don't want to give him the resource and means to find out.
For the desperation, I agree. We're in a good spot and have freedom to choose to accept or not. My case is, do we want to gamble on trusting Kane? Knowing the guy would still have the Tacitus, retain control of the scrin superstructure portal and possibly have control of the TCN?
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Hopefully it is, would be a lot simpler if it is
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Well of course there's no poison.
The thing about Kane is that his alignment is, on the whole, Classy Evil Supervillain.
Excellent piece, overall. I appreciated it greatly.
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Woltaire...wrong quote and/or wrong thread.
Lol sorry about thatWoltaire...wrong quote and/or wrong thread.
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If we do not take that deal. Unless we by some ludicrous miracle get all the prerequisite techs from the very limited Scrin research. The Earth is lost. Forever. It will turn into a ball of green crystal and shall never be reclaimed. Fuck your shit I want to take back the planet, not lose it and over a billion human lives.Kane has an Archive of Ancient Alien tech (Good chance of it being Scrin)Tacitus
The Tacitus was a data storage device of unknown age and alien origin,[1] brought to Earth by an alien species known as the Scrin.[2] The Tacitus contained a massive amount of information, including information about advanced technology, making it highly sought after by both the Global Defense...
We all know what the equivalent of a civilian mining force of Scrin did to Earth when they came down. The Tacitus has a very good chance of containing information on creating similar tech or possibly better. Kane could very well just be scratching the surface of what the Tacitus contains and with it, he created advanced walkers, tanks, stealth fighters and bombers as well as gene-enhancements and many more.
How much more is there to learn? Dunno. But all I know is I don't want to give him the resource and means to find out.
For the desperation, I agree. We're in a good spot and have freedom to choose to accept or not. My case is, do we want to gamble on trusting Kane? Knowing the guy would still have the Tacitus, retain control of the scrin superstructure portal and possibly have control of the TCN?
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Actually yes
The GDI work is to protect the world first,deliver punishment second
So between fucking over kane and finding a easier and safer way to stop tiberium and ergo potentially save billions
Then is a painful but worth tradeoff
The chances of developing a GDI TCN are really small
So the only other option is the tacitus wich kane has
So to be clear,kane holds the most likely ONLY WAY TO ACTUALLY STOP TIBERIUM
Otherwise even if we push all tiberium in the surfave the planet will still go boom because liquid tiberium
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There is still plenty of Abaitment options to stall for that time. Hell, it shown just this update how long it lasted. Also take back planet is one option but there is also space colonisation that opened up of that fails.
Hate my suggestion or opinion if you want but atleast be civil about it and say you'd disagree. Rude.