(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?)