Mammoth Apostate vs the World 1: "Lost in the Mist"

[Smithsguild]

Plan: Giving back to the community 2.2
-[X] Build Defense 1 (200 R)

Massarone's crew jump into motion, earthen berms are coated in cement and reinforced by lacing I-beams and rebar for added structure, the external face is also faced with cinder blocks harvested from the buildings leveled to improve sight lines outside the defensive perimeter.

Atlanta gains Defense 1!

-[X] Build Autocannon Defense Aug (180 R)
Defenses must be completed before they can be augmented, but by the end of day Atlanta receives...
Atlanta Gains Defensive Augment - Autonomous Autocannon Defensive Batteries!

Defensive Augment - Autonomous Autocannon Defensive Batteries 1,200 R
This mod gives you 4 batteries of defensive autocannons; (rifle: range type)
2d5+1 K-scale Impact damage. 2AP, 1 AV stacks with city defense. 8 structure
(these robotic guns gains benefit of range stat equal to city sensor stat)
Based off the GAU-8 Avenger autocannon platform, uses Depleted Uranium rounds.
Will not engage targets smaller than Cat-Zero. Capable of anti-air fire. May fire into 2 adjacent defensive sectors. (N,NE)(E,SE)(S,SW)(W,NW). Can be purchased max.twice per city. Second set covers sectors (NE,E)(SE,S)(SW,W)(NW,N). Range 5 / 15 / 25

-[X] (FREE ACTION) Build 1 M.A.S.H. unit for Atlanta (350R)

Atlanta gains 1 M.A.S.H. unit!

-[X] (FREE ACTION) If the people of Atlanta that we can "poll" are open to it, help Denny Adaire get set up as what amounts to "Mayor" of Atlanta, including giving him communications resources and the like.

Denny being himself he had been focused on keeping 'The Varsity' up and running as best it is able; But by no means is he dense and after about the hundreth sidelong glance or whispered conversation after your 'polling' of the local citizenry. He catches wind something is up... he corners the next gawker and forces them to spill the beans.

His spine goes ramrod stiff, and he marches straight to the council tent. Pushing his way past the honor guard with only an iron glance.

"Are you all serious? I understand when you arrived your presence was meant short term. The people of Atlanta appreciate all you've done. Are you intent to install me as interim leader like the rumors say??"''

The council assures him they are...

"If that is the will of the people of Atlanta I'll serve until they decide otherwise. I wish you'd asked me first before putting the idea in peoples heads though... You didn't do me any favors I had my damned hands full with keeping just the Varsity alive."

He gives a resigned sigh, "Well that ship has sailed; bring me up to speed about your plans for..." he chuckles " My city."

The council outlines the broad strokes of the current plan in progress and the intent to head for Savannah shortly...

Denny nods, "Time to start earning my keep as Mayor"...

For the first time since Denny took charge of "The Varsity" closed signs go up. The staff are sent spreading word of the fact Atlanta is an independent city, Denny is leading, and the Mayor calls on the citizens to lend a hand in building a better Atlanta.

Within hours Atlantas citizenry have upgraded the "Shoddy Civilian shelters" to "Civilian Shelters" with resources Denny had squirreled away...

Atlanta upgrades to "Civilian Shelters"!

Civilian Shelter: 25 R (-1 to a single highest casualty die roll) 1 shelter purchase permitted per 2 points of population. 10 population = 5 shelters / 5 shelters modify upto 5 dice.

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All future upgrades to Atlanta must be made through Mayor Adaire.

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(OOC) @KnightDisciple I need to better understand the "including giving him communications resources and the like" portion of your order to assess if there will be a cost involved.​

 

[Smithsguild]

The day passes as most July days in Atlanta do; a sweltering heat and humidity that plasters clothing to you in an uncomfortable mimicry of the worlds largest sauna.

All the work of the day goes as planned; however without a tangible reason at all a sense of gloom and doom slowly builds, an unexplained sense from the primitive animal portion of your psyche. A sense of unseen eyes and malevolent intent that remains without form...

Sunset brings the first hints of relief, the temperature drops from swelter to merely uncomfortably warm, remaining too hot for even the dew to fall. The stars burn bright and the full moon blazes with a light that steal all color.

By three in the morning, the days heat usually has fled, condensation forms and the dew falls. This morning is strange; if anything the oppresive heat returns against all natural order.

Scouts notice an unusual vapor forming first above the Chattahoochee river to the north of the defensive perimeter. The odd tendrils thicken growing ropey. Mist should not form in this heat, and it never grows this thick or this fast...

What were tendrils becomes a wall five foot above the water, within minutes five foot of mist becomes fifty foot. Fifty becomes a hundred and fifty, and within moments sky and ground meet all in an ominous grey before they blot out the full moon.

Where the light retreats the mist advances... The wall of mist begins a slow methodical creep from the water onto the land as far as the eye can see both up and down river. Once the buildings closest to the river are engulfed, the scouts begin to hear scattered gunshots, unidentifiable noises, and one soul shivering screech of anguish that one could only hope had been an animal.

Advanced scout positions inside the fog report near zero visibility, Whereas clustering is usually a danger, here inside the pea soup thick fog, friendly fire from units spaced out is a more tangible threat. Without city sensors there is no way of knowing what lurks in the mist nor where it may lurk, other than of course Mammoths limited sensor suite.

The Mist is advancing quickly southward towards the defensive perimeter...

Visual is usually limited to a few hundered feet, with rare openings out 0.2 km.
Orders commanders? Need info on civilians and troop deployment please.

 

[Smithsguild]

[ ] Plan: "Get back to where you once belonged"

Gift 3 Artillery to Atlanta (free action? )
Build 1 Tank (- 200 R)
Head down to Savannah

Click to shrink...

Mayor Adaire is quite happily surprised by the Councils parting gift; 3 batteries of T-95 Anti-Kaiju artillery will give Atlanta some additional ranged punch and with the GAU-8 Avenger Auto-sentries & the 10 AKB's produced should be a considerable deterrent to any casual Kaiju threat below a Cat-3. You overhear Mayor Adaire ordering his people to begin a feasibility study on mounting these Artillery pieces to one of the MARTA elevated railway trains and thereby ensuring rapid deployment to any quadrant of Atlanta's Defensive Perimeter.

The auto-jigs successfully provide a second T-100 AK-Tank platoon to supplement the Convoys defense, it begins rolling out less than a hour after the jigs power down.

When the order is given to roll out, it is an impressive sight. Your air forces (currently stored on semis for transport) have more than doubled, and your green troops are now lead by battle hardened Elite veterans whose unit pennants waft in the early morning breeze. Of course they cannot hold a candle to the raw power Mammoth Apostate exudes merely by walking, the impact tremors threaten to spill the celebratory drinks of the denizens of Atlanta who have gathered to watch their newfound friends take their leave, Atlanta's AKB's stand as an honor guard and even the newly gift artillery fire a salvo of powder charges in salute. (A masterful stroke by Mayor Adaire, reminding the citizens they aren't being abandoned defenseless as the last known Jaeger walks ever southward...)

Soon the revelry is left behind and the drudgery of the long trek lays before you. The Motorcycle Militia patrol the length and breadth of the convoy racing ahead to the south a mile or so in advance, then turning and racing to position themselves as rearguard a mile behind, each Motorcycle Militia taking its turn so between the six units on pack of bikers are within sight of those proceeding them and those that follow.

It is good thing too; without such an arrangement all the added construction equipment joining the convoy has made it double in length making it a massive logistical headache to guard that stretches nearly out of sight.

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With you swiftly approaching the reported "Nest" site (still 5km away) that homes the Vespiform horrors that nearly destroyed one of your 'Little Bird's' on the Savannah scouting expedition you chose to stop and formulate a battle plan.

The Combat engineers are confident they have improvised a set of thermobaric bombs built upon 2 Liquid Propane home delivery tankers. One to be positioned on the Northbound two lanes; the other the two southbound lanes. They have utilized a few of the HE rounds strategically placed on the chassis to serve as a remote detonated primary core, distributing the liquid propane before a secondary thermite charge ignites it causing a massive overpressure blast wave. All that needs determined is how close should the drivers proceed before bailing out of the vehicles allowing the engine idle to creep the vehicle w/o the benefit of someone steering?

What other strategy and tactics do the Council propose to supplement the Engineers bombs? This being the first Nest you are dealing with I advise -ALL CAUTION- as you are dealing with an alien world on Georgian soil.
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[Smithsguild]

The benefit of storyboarding ahead and writing narrative sections in advance is I can -appear- to be quite energetic despite my lazy ass being drained.

Without further ado; Ladies and Gentlemen...

Welcome to Savannah!
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The road back from Atlanta was hard earned; as scouts report back they tell a tale you longed to here. Finally as your nearing home, Loccents nav beacon reads as still active so there is some slim hope that you'll find a semi-functional Shatterdome at journeys end.

If the scouts have the right of it Savannah and the Shatterdome did not escape entirely unscathed, but it is not as bad as you had feared.

The first signs of Kaiju carnage appear mild...

Downed power and phone lines are everywhere. One or two fires had sprung up, where the automation that cuts power to downed lines was slow to respond or simply failed.

The earthwork ramparts of the defensive perimeter have been repeatedly breached as if multiple offenders wandered aimlessly back and forth casually disturbing the battlements in a fruitless search for something not present.

Every 3.2km along the defensive perimeter is an empty artillery entrenched position and an accompanying observation post for a platoon of garrisoned rifleman. Those troops had never been drafted, the guns not yet purchased. Had the perimeter been manned you might have had the support for Mammoth & Bracer Phoenix to stand and fight.

Command was busy spreading resources around, the East Coast needed a PODC presence and Savannah was meant to be the shining star others would aspire to; it was a gamble trying to do so much at once... A gamble we lost.

Had it been run as a strictly military op the troops would have been purchased and at their posts, but PODC wanted a 'state of the art' Research & Development facility online as well for 'Public Relations' purposes to help win back the hearts of the people & away from the political fools and their failed wall.

To be fair to Marshall Deveraux; the PODC had the resources earmarked to have done it all in a timely fashion. No one had counted on the Cat-5 making communications impossible (including electronic funds transfers).

The Marshall did the only sensible thing available to her, she performed fiscal triage. For nearly six months Bracer Pheonix held Savannah alone...
Every project and purchase besides routine maintenance on Bracer Phoenix and the restoration of Mammoth were cut where they stood and the limited production capacity of Savannah focused with laser precision on that one end. Nothing else even remotely was as useful as a second Jaeger in combat ready form.

Within days of Mammoth booting up successfully is when the enemy strike group was caught on sensors, the decision for Bracer's heroic chase, and your heart wrenching evac to Atlanta.

Some local civilians that spotted your caravans approach are now willing to offer to serve; if you intend to stay.
It takes a few hours for scouts to take stock but the news is generally upbeat, Savannah suffered some minor damage but the city is now yours!

You gain Command of the City of Savannah!

Manufacturing 1
(2 if repairs done 150 R)

Research 0
(However, you are aware of a facility near completion nearby)

Communications 1
(2 if repairs done 250 R)

Scanners 1
(2 if repairs done 250 R)

Population 1 (caravan survivors + new arrivals)10,000+ people

Defense 1
(Earthworks and existing network of coastal mines - to be detailed later)
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Morale
Rioting/Panicked/Unease/Steady/Calm/Enthusiastic

Environment
Dead/Devastated/Unstable/Stable/Growing/Thriving

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Nearby:
Hazardous Research & Containment Facility - Built new on plans based off an upscaled Titan II subterranean launch facility.
(Basic structure in place; needs finishing touches)

Spoiler: Titan II basic schematic

Spoiler: cut a way

• Silo #1 K-Scale Cat 1/2 containment AV 6/4, 10 structure
  estimated cost: 1,000r Current Status: Incomplete
• Silo #2 Cat-zero/API small scale containment
  estimated cost: 500r Current Status: Incomplete
• Silo #3 Hazardous High Energy Lab
  estimated cost: 1,500r Current Status: Incomplete
• Independent Energy plant (Fusion Nuclear Reactor)
  estimated cost: 750r Current Status: Incomplete
• Command center space repurposed as onsite labs (completing this gives Research 1)
  estimated cost: 125r Current Status: Incomplete
• Communications center; a backup Comms center
  estimated cost: Standard City Stat pricing
  Status: Unstarted

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So...it's the basis of entire fields of study that people spend their lives refining minute details of, then? I think the word you want is "hypothetical".

(Sorry, I've been hearing people misusing "theory" a lot lately, sometimes deliberately, and it bugs me. The common definition clashes so hard with the modern scientific one, it's ridiculous. They're almost polar opposites.)

Click to shrink...

Noted. I will try not to make eye contact with that pet peeve...

 

[Cmd. Frost]

[X] Plan: Welcome Home, Mammoth v1.3

Anyway, this is short but it's the best I can come up with right now.
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Ezra Carter was never a social person, unfortunately her life made it difficult to avoid such situations. First her height drew attention, then becoming a Ranger, then her arm, just to name the big three. It seemed that despite all her attempts the world would never accept that Ezra just wanted to go in, do her job and leave, let Keerat, someone who actually liked dealing with people, handle the veritable army of fans. So naturally when her presence was requested at the Savannah International defense line segment several miles away from the massive party near the Shatterdome she was all to happy to leave, not on one of the motorcycles at her dad's garage unfortunately but beggars can't choose.

Upon reaching the airport in a jeep that really needed a tune up Ezra was surprised to see Colonel Frost waiting for her in front of the southern hangars smoking a cigarette and leaning on his cane.

"Commander, I thought you'd be at the party or off making sure we can actually hold this place" Ezra said with a smirk.

"I'll celebrate when we take back Hawaii and find Tsunami Weaver, and request that you not bad mouth Marshall Deveraux, she did everything she could in a bad situation"

"I'm not insulting the Marshall, I'm insulting whoever decided that Savannah needed a Kaiju containment facility before it needed defenses that were actually worth a damn"

"Now that I will gladly join in on, anyway come here I've got something to show you." Frost replied as he walked into the southernmost hangar, tossing away his cigarette.

"I'm gonna warn you up front planes aren't my specialty" Ezra remarked as she followed.

"That's not what I called you here for, although I will need you to help with this" Frost said as he grabbed part of a tarp.

"Sure thing Commander"

Pulling away the tarp revealed a large pile of twisted and charred metal.

"This is what's left of the first run of the Airforce's response the the Jeagers. A new type of gunship code named Razorback" Frost announced solemnly.

"I... admit sir that I don't understand why you needed me to see this."

"Did you know that I'm the reason it happened? All information I was given showed that they could preform, if not as a Kaiju killer then as damn good backup for Jaegers. I swore up and down that based on all the information we had that the Razors actions would back up the data. As you can see it didn't and because it didn't twenty three people died, that the scanners fucked up and reported the Kaiju being a size smaller than it actually was is the only reason I'm still here. Do you know what these two situations have in common Ezra?"

"I think I do sir" Ezra replied looking down at her prosthetic.

"I believed you in the simulators-"

"I'm sorry sir if you feel that there is a better ranger-"

"Don't interrupt me Ezra, and you're not being replaced, I had a similar talk with Keerat earlier about her Elephant Drop or whatever it's called. I just want to make sure your victories haven't gone to your head. Hubris and ego has killed far to many Rangers"

"I understand sir"

"Good, now get out of here. The nights still young and there are a whole lot of people happy to see you." Frost said as he walked out of the hangar.

"If you don't mind sir, I'd rather turn in for the night."

"Airman if I have to order you to go out and socialize at your own fucking party I'm putting you on recruitment for the rest of the month."

"Actually, you what we both know how Kerrat gets in these situations I'd better go check on her" Ezra said as she ran back to the jeep and drove off.


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"So boss that all you need the scrap metal for?"

"Thank you for ruining the moment chief." Frost said in annoyance as he lit another cigarette.


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Comments and criticism welcome.

 

[Smithsguild]

Long before Mammoth can make his way to the Shatterdome, Wojtek's Winners & the 'Pathfinder' hit the garage.
Woj is out and battle ready in less than twenty minutes.

The mechanic wonder quite -loudly- what possessed anyone to want to repair and recertify the twisted frames of the 'Pathfinders' before settling in to a long days work.

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Loccent's nav beacon pulses comfortingly like a mother's heartbeat leading the way to Mammoth Apostates service berth in the Savannah Shatterdome.

Habit draws the eye to see 'Bracer Phoenix's' berth standing desolate; it is impossible not to wonder what fate befell the noble sentinel and its valiant crew. Now that you are home again, maybe soon you can devote the needed manpower and resources to finding answers...

Your stray thoughts waft away like pollen on the wind, as an eager Loccent command officer talks you into position in your Jaegers service cradle. The familiar chatter lulls you as old routines and protocols discarded as impractical on the road now fall back into use and feel quite -comforting-.

Practically before Keerat and Ezra can exit the conn-pod mechanics and machinists swarm Mammoth peeling off damaged armor to exposed the ruined shoulder joint.

As the armor is hoisted groundward it sends a shudder through both pilots to observe with their own eyes how Ickthorn's tail shredded and sheared away raw iron armor with such ease. The same armor Cherno Alpha successfully held the Siberian wall with alone for six years.

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Now that they're clear and Mammoth is nestled safely for repairs; Kerrat and Ezra grab a passing foreman and ask the way to review the nature of the goods left in mid-production and how they can find their status, or even what the hell was produced...

The foreman grins, "Everything? It all finished flawlessly and is stored at the quartermasters. Good luck with Everett!" He laughs as he walks away.

He pointed to the far side of the dome, to an enormous warehouse area caged on all sides by chain link fence. The doors appear more suitable to a prison than a warehouse, and require a coded entry. Public access is handled at a chest high service counter where a toad of a man looks down from his raised seat disbursing goods or denying them with sultan like authority. People wait in line clutching parts orders nervously.

Upon getting close enough to hear the chatter, Toad face raises a hand preemptorally to a man at the counter shutting him down mid sentence. Toad faces name tag on his coveralls reads 'Everett'.

Everett speaks "Quiet everyone, we'll get to you in a moment, we have 'stars' in the house."

He smirks at Keerat a second condescendingly before really noticing Ezra there staring silently back at him levelly eye to eye. He gulps once nervously, his history with her apparent from her days as a mechanic before her injury. You get the impression whatever it was between them, it didn't go very well for Everett.

"Quick like bunnies Rangers, these people need parts if they are going to get Mammoth fight ready this decade."

Keerat oblivious to the tension & derision rattles off a desire to know what was made, how many, and what color do they come in?

Everett's saccharine smile and dismissive hand wave to a table with 3 computers and several empty seats goes unnoticed by Keerat.

"Go to computer Kiosk 2, It'll pull up a manifest. Just follow the links for cute little pictures."

Gain Pre Purchased Jaeger Stat Improvement rolls:

5 rolls to improve Ranged
5 rolls to improve Dexterity
15 rolls to improve Toughness

Gain (x2)

SKH-01 'Sikh' Vibroblade Chakram
(Non-Equipped Mammoth currently lacking the Req. Dex -or- Ranged)
Held Melee / Ranged Weapon
Attack Dice: 1d10+1
Parry Dice: 1d5+Str (because of blades thin profile parry NOT suggested).
Armor Penetration: 1 AP
Grappling Bonus:-2 (each)
Durability: 6
Damage Type: Edged/Thermal
Thrown Damage Bonus: Strength
Range: Str+3/Str+6/Str+9 (carbine)
AV: 4/2
Dura:4
Requires: Dex 1 (melee), Rng 1 (ranged) to use to full potential.

It is noted that currently on Mammoths frame at waist level are 2 hydraulic 'C' clamps intended to store the Chakram; yet keep them in easy reach. (Equip or store as free action).

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The Council has overlooked the ongoing utility of having Massarone Construction on the payroll.
All repairs to city stats, as well as new construction benefits from 10% discount!
145 R refunded
Current Resources is now 2,125 R.

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In a similar vein, Massarone slaps up an office for Nathaniel Gulf (your Architect)as you promised him. Your promised Urban Planning & Development center is now open for business. To show you the guaranteed utility of his designs, your initial design is FREE*.

Urban Planning & Development - This Free* research augment Cost 250 r per use -Cumulative- (one use per turn) to recieve blueprints for a city augment. Using this facility is a free action.

*(When I said free, I meant it. No aug slot required, no resource spent to obtain: FREE)

10 research points equals actionable blueprints. You gain +1 research point for each point in the research stat, additional points are gained by a using a standard action. "Research Aug (aug name) grants an unmodified d10 roll; on a 'natural' 8 gain +1 research point, on a 'natural' 9 gain +2 research points, on a natural 10 gain 3 research points. Multiple standard actions may be used in same turn on same aug.

Example: City w/t 3 research gets a Blueprint researched to 3/10, multiple additional research rolls will be required, however each Aug gained are intended to represent a natural 10 roll on an independent research roll. (IE. Nearly as perfect an Aug as I can envision).

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The meeting with Mr.Bones was him wanting to set down with a few of your engineers to help design a 'better wayTM'​ of clearing Nests. And what Billy makes amply clear better involves increasing our collective cash flow while minimizing danger.

The preliminary thoughts sound somewhere between a bastard lovechild of a Farmers Combine Harvester and WW2 Germany's Ratte superheavy tank design.

God help you, the council agreed to allow the meeting, the engineers laugh at first, pull out some paper and start doodling, 30 minutes later they think if they can get a research slot and some lab space the idea is ACTUALLY feasible and quite likely to be lucrative.
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(OOC) And that dear Councillors should cover it all, will adjust sheets in the a.m. as I am now off to bed.​

 

[Smithsguild]

I never included the design sketches for Mr. Bones nest clearing suggestion: Oversight corrected

"The Hungry Hungry Hippo" Super Heavy - Let's Wreck Ferngully

This tank treaded vehicle is specifically designed for the quick leveling and harvest of Antiverse Nests with a minimum of risk. 8 high speed disk mulchers in front of the vehicle do an initial cut feeding raw antiverse stuff into a mulcher/shredder/wood chipper that sprays it backwards in the attached super heavy trailer. For those harder to reach areas a rear mounted crane arm maneuvers an excavator mulcher with a large suction hose to retrieve the debris. For point defense 2 K-scale M-134 vulcans mounted port and starboard as well as numerous (4 hvy ssc) m-60 hardpoints with overlapping fields of fire .

"Ramming Speed!"

 

[Smithsguild]

LOL, you should have never made me wait... I wait, I write. I write you get reams to read.

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One final text wall before I collapse into slumber - An omake, I hope you enjoy!​

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[Fade in to the con-pod of 'Mammoth Apostate']

(Technician 1) "Okay, let's get this preventive maintenance checklist done and out of the way, power up to 5% of nominal. We just wanna have enough power to check for faults without giving the Comptroller a coronary like last time."

(Tech 2) "Seriously dude, the digital display showed 5% it's not my fault it powered up to 50%. Mission control dude thought someone was trying to steal Mammoth.

The computer interface to the drift core is a bit hinky. Did you know they're using the original Mammoths drift core?
I was on the original restore team and it had so much carbon scoring on the relays you'd think someone roasted marshmallows in it."

(Technician 1) "Show a bit more respect, for all you know those were the pilots.
Display showing we're holding steady at 5% of nominal. Reactor green, check. Cooling system Green, check. Inertial stabilization is showing a 2% variance on the Y axis gyro, that's within tolerances but make a note.
Wait, I'm show an intermittent fault on the drift core."

(Tech 2) "Dude, I told you carbon scoring; Do a soft reboot of the drift core... Wait! I'm seeing some anomalous data, pull it up on the HUD."

(Technician 1)"It looks like some old schematics, the original Mk 4 version of Mammoth Apostle with some purposed upgrades. The file is corrupted but... am I reading this right?"

(Tech 2) [whistles] "A Friggin -800mm- artillery piece in a chest mount?!? [Laughs] It says here she was nicknamed the 'Iron Bitch'.
I guess they wanted him to REALLY be able to reach out and touch someone. I was wondering why the frame had so much unused room in the chest..."

(Technician 1) [Fumbles for his walkie-talkie]
"Mission Control, we need a Foreman down here ASAP, we found some previously undiscovered data on Mammoths drift core. Your going to want to see it for yourself."
[Fade to black]

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Spoiler: Iron Bitch

Spoiler: Iron Bitch roundhouse

"Iron Bitch"
800mm Artillery Emplacement [Defensive Mod]
3500 Resources
- Can not be deployed outside of a city. Does not benefit from city fortifications, it's just too big.
- Can not be moved once deployed
- 800mm "Iron Bitch" Howitzer: 1d10 Impact damage. +8 damage. Range 20, Hits on 7s. Will Not Cauterise Wounds,
Can fire indirectly, increasing its range to 120 units. Indirect fire is at -2 to hit.
The gun can only be fired every second turn

Jaeger Weapon"Iron Bitch Lite" Chest Module 2500 Resources
Jaeger redesign trades bonus damage for increased accuracy (hits on a 5+). May not move and fire the 'Iron Bitch' same turn.
1D10 Impact +4 Damage, range -/-/20,
Can fire indirectly, increasing its range to 80 units. Indirect fire is at -2 to hit.
The gun can only be fired every other turn. Will Not Cauterise Wounds.

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Taking the day; no new content but I will answer questions and allow you to catch up.

 

[Smithsguild]

(ooc) I have tried to bring everything up to date including Inventory - Banked R after cleanup 1,775 R , Added additional troops to roster, BP for unfamiliar/new units added to build list. Filling in stats for new troops is a wip, want to maintain ease of access to important info but my brain is a tad foggy today, doing as the muse strikes.

With the addition of the Garrisoned Rifle Platoons and extra Artillery, your Defensive Perimeter can operating at around half efficiency of projected strength if you intend following Marshal Devereux's Plan. Here is projected vs current operational strength.

Garrisoned Forces; These are exclusively dedicated to defending Savannah and NOT available for field ops. Necessary to get full value of Defensive Perimeter.

15 / 30 Garrisoned Rifleman Platoon
12 / 30 T-95 AK-Artillery Batteries
7 / 7 (upto 14 max) Mark 60 CAPTOR AK-Naval Minefield

Quick Math to reach optimal garrisoned forces in resources:

x15 more Garrisoned rifles @ 20/r each = 300 R
X18 more T-95's @50/r each = 900 R
Captor mines are at projected @100/r each - 7 more would achieve maximum torpedo saturation

1,200 r to reach projected, 1,900 r to max torpedo defensive barrier

For my friends in accounting - Non Kaiju based income = 1,250 R / Downtime

Casino taxes - 250/r Downtime
Manufacturing Income - 2x 500/r Downtime = 1,000 R

[ ] Follow Devereux's outline and Garrison the appropriate existing troops
[ ] I have other plans, keep those forces free to assign elsewhere

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With the arrival of the Fort Pulaski troops to supplement our own, and the new civilian arrivals, our peoples morale improves to Steady and the elimination of 'Mister Crabs' ongoing pollution allows the environment to rise to Stable for the first time in weeks.
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(OOC - Incoming Plot hook) @Cmd. Frost

Colonel Frost was busily review a thousand mundane decisions his subordinates had approved and taken action on. He 'could' have skated and let things just happen, he trusted the officers beneath him to be competent and able to justify their actions at a whim, but the words of Devereux (his recent mentor) spurred him on. "You can delegate authority; but never responsibility."

A bold forceful knock at his open door interrupted his train of thought. Looking up he sees a Marine MSgt in immaculate BDU's sporting an impressive 6 golden service stripes the man appears to be in his 50's. Colonel Frost does the math in his head subconsciously 24+ yrs, the man was a lifer then. Gold service meant without disciplinary action any of those four year terms. Impressive...

Colonel Frost nods to the man, who then enters and salutes with a precision belonging on a drill floor.

"Sir, Master Sergeant Dwayne Fredrickson late of Parris Island reporting for duty Sir!" The Marine holds the salute awaiting Frost's return salute before falling to attention.

Frost unaccustomed to such strict discipline as neither the Air Force nor the PODC were as obsessed as the Marines, catches the spirit a bit and barks back "At ease Marine, I had heard there were new additions to our ranks, glad to have you and your men on board. In the future I prefer things a little less formal, consider it an ongoing order for permission to speak freely, indulge me as a favor. 24 years in Corps is rather impressive, I was not aware I was slated for receiving officer of the day, what brings you to my office Master Sergeant?"

The Marine hesitates only a heartbeat before assuming a more relaxed posture, some of the crisp tone mellowing to a southern drawl.

"Well Sir, 29 actually, we all are entitled to a rough patch. On a more personal note, I wanted to extend my hand to the man that pulled the plug on the flawed 'Razorback' program, fighting pentagon cronyism and coverups to save lives is usually a career ender. My nephew was a Marine test pilot slotted for next phase." He momentarily pauses choked by emotion before going on. "Sir, I'm probably violating some similar programs operational security by bringing this up, but I figured if I'd face court martial I'd rather it be at your hands."

"Explain Marine..." Frost's voice taking an edge amazed that someone with this mans record would 'think' to violate security.

"Well Sir, there was a decommissioned WW2 submarine pen at Parris Island. It did nothing but grow weeds and harbor spiders until last year. Then some 4 star navy brass arrived, demanded a 'private' meet with my C.O. and X.O. and declared that part of the base 'Top secret' and need to know access only with Zero marine presence tolerated. Sir, this smells of Black bag research, but with my position in the Corps I until today was in Naval Chain of command. By reporting for duty to you as a member of PODC as per my C.O.'s lawful order, I am no longer a member of the Naval forces. It's thin ice legally sir, but I'm not sure what the hell they were doing so secretly, but it's on your doorstep and might pose a clear and present danger to my new Command so I'm honor bound to report regardless."


(OOC - Intrigued yet Cmd. Frost?)



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[Smithsguild]

It is the lookouts on Cockspur Island lighthouse near one in the morning that first notice an unusual vapor forming above the ocean. The odd tendrils thicken growing ropey. Tendrils of fog reaching for each other and where they meet they swell, unnaturally into an ever thickening wall that rise to meet the heavens.

Once again the unnatural wall of mist begins a slow methodical creep from the water onto the land as far as the eye can see both up and down the coast.

The Mist is advancing quickly westward towards the defensive perimeter.

"RED ALERT: Sensors register @#$*^$ [multiple unclassified signatures]. Antiverse radiation- absent. Size, quantity,toxicity,& radiation readings in flux...

Re-calibrate and reinitialize scan to obtain better readings."

(OOC: Need a Sensor roll: 1d10 +2 bonus for sensor stat, +1 for Cockspur Island sensor bunus for seaside threat.)

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Once a battle plan is agreed upon Mammoth and the Elite 'Outrider's' can assist with the scans, until deployed your reliant *solely* on city scans.

Your forces familiarity allow you some time to prep, including getting every non combatant to standard civilian shelters, the civil defense patrols usher panicky people who have survived Atlanta's Mist only to have shared the tales with anyone who'd listen. Without civil defense to enforce best behavior, people would have been trampled, and shelters sealed prematurely by the fearful inside.

Your recently manned up Defensive Perimeter is -almost- as good as it's meant to be at this level of investment.
The addition of the Fusion plant and its attendant extra power now serves you well; as highway construction lamps placed along the perimeter bring the illumination to nearly daylight at the wall.

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(OOC - Time to fight to keep your homes, some-THING(s) inbound and you're on the menu...)​