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"Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance."
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I meant the Lance army. If I set up trade agreements with Lydiah and military agreements with the Lance, I'll have the assistance of two major powers to offset my own problems.

My plan is a lot simpler since I have a powerful navy "You need to cross that massive sea to reach the new world, so if you don't play nice with me, good luck with making it there!"

I'll probably do a sketch of what I imagine the Corustarian isles would look like some time tommorow, as well as PM my app (Can't copy and paste from my phone, so I need my laptop to submit it)

Now, where are all the other nations
I need to have a strong economic partner to offset the state controlled market blow to my economy. Likewise, I need a strong military partner to offset the major problem of having about one musket to go around my infantry army of ten men lol

And whatdya know, the first two nations to join fit that bill! XD
Hm, I think I might actually be able to do business with Lydiah. Might be very profitable all things considered...
Pfft, all your monies are belong to me!
Patrol group four

"New contacts detected." The bridge officer reported, and the overseer nodded as his head began to glow orange. The four ships of the patrol group turned and cut a hole in space, gliding inside.
They dropped back into the primary universe at their destination and looked upon the ships, scanning them
"Archives report unknown vessels and a Supreme vessel"
"Supreme? Clarify."
"Universal supreme collective, contact not made in over 50,000 years."
"Unit copies, open contact with both the unknown ship and the Supreme ship."
"I obey"

Both messages were in Triarian Standard, commonly associated with the tongue of Latin, and both read
"This is Overseer Licinius of Patrol Group Four of the Collective. Identify."

High Command center

"Long range external surveillance and detection systems report hostilities at a human world" One of the Umbrae Populus that was manning a station reported, and the Overlord he was reporting to nodded, tapping a few commands
"Patrol groups 6, 7 and 9 are to proceed to Human World and diagnose the situation. Failure to comply will result in hive world assignment." The Overlord ordered over comms, as the holograms of the three patrol group overseers popped into view, each slammed his fist to his chest (Except patrol group 9's overseer, who slammed her fist to her chest) and bowed their heads, reporting
"We obey"

Lakfakalle

The total of twelve ships arrived on system examining the situation and drifting slowly forwards, preparing their weaponry and raising their shields, pinging a message to both the Terrans and the new contact who scand suspected to be another old race
"Attention please" The AI began "Identify, explain, diagnose"
I thought this had died?
Its balancing, you have to have 0 or above, and positive traits take away while negative ones add.


Apologies for this, I cant post from a computer right now so I have to do it bit by bit from my pho)
"Fleetmaster, the engineers are working on repairing our ship now. I shall watch the terminal for reports on their status now"
"I assume they will require parts?" Luka inquired as he turned his head towards the Major
"Of course, brother." The Major replied, not taking the time to look as he read from the terminal. Luka gave a long, drawn out sigh
"Scan the planet below, there may be an undefended location with scrap" Luka ordered, turning his head towards another Major, who tapped a few commands into the terminal and watched it intently, before reporting
"There is a large object, reminiscent of the human war machine known as a mammoth. It appears to be undefended and lack and proper offensive weaponry... There are several of them, brother. I am sending the location of the one that is furthest away from a major town now." Luka watched as the information appeared, and he chuckled
"Prepare a Special Operations strike team. I want that scrap"

The phantom flew down towards the desert planet, the darkness of night concealing its descent. The night wouldn't last long on this world, they assumed, due to its multiple suns and the angles and other technical issues. It hovered above the strange sand crawler and dropped down a Lance, three Spec Ops Sangheili and four Spec ops grunts. They crossed its top, moving to the waypoint set. The Spec Ops Major peered inside the tube. It appeared to lead straight into the Sand Crawler, presumably used to take object on board. One by one the members of the Lance climbed into the tube on the side of the ship and slid down.
It dropped them amongst a pile of broken robots in what could be assumed as a cargo hold. The Lance engaged their active camouflage and began to move through the broken scraps, out of sight.
"I have movement beyond 25" One of the Elites whispered, and the others formed up near him, the lance taking position on either side of the corridor. A strange little create in a robe, with black skin and glowing yellow eyes, began to pass them by. The Special Operations major dashed forwards, the Jawa turning his head towards the noise and hearing the footsteps approaching, but seeing nothing. Then he felt a spike of pain in his head, and fell to the floor dead as the Majors knee cracked the little creatures skull. They moved through the ship, slaughtering the Jawa's as they went. Finally, one of the Spec Ops minors lowered the exit ramped, and reported in to the Shade of Torment.
"Brother, the Aliens are dead and we have secured their resources, send down the Phantoms for resource extraction." The Minor reported, before hearing a strange shot and his shields flared up, he dived into cover and peered out "Under fire!"
"Hold your ground brother, reinforcements are coming" The Majors voice came over comms. The Minor leant out and scanned the desert, engaging his active camp and watching as four odd people dressed in cloth and rags charged across the desert, two firing weapons wildly at the Sand Crawler. The Elite moved back towards cover, letting off a burst of plasma, before rolling into cover. The shots caught one of the two Sand People carrying a blaster in the chest, and burnt through his clothes before melting his skin as he fell to the desert floor with a cry. They continued to charge and then several purple, crystalline spikes flew towards them, finding their mark on the other blaster-armed sand person. A few moments later there was a purple explosion and what was left of the Sand Persons body flew off to the side. The final two had an odd close combat weapon, a sort of short staff. They charged up the ramp as the major engaged his energy sword and charged forwards, a plasma rifle in one hand and an energy sword in the other. He fired four shots from his plasma rifle, of which two found there mark and the third Sand Person fell to the floor as his skin melted away. The findal sand person charged forwards and swung his weapon towards the Majors head. The Major brought up his energy sword to block the attack, and the super heated plasma of the blade cut through the aliens weapon. The sand person was not discouraged, however, and continued to fight using his split weapon in both hands. He plunged forwards, attempting to stab the blade deep into the Elite, but it hit the majors shield and merely made him stumble. The Sand Person pushed on, but the Major recovered and swung his plasma rifle, a nasty crack resounding as it collided with the Sand Persons chest and knocked him to the floor. The Elite advanced, bringing his energy sword up into the air before plunging it down into the Sand Persons back.
As the tusken raider breathed his last, the phantoms arrived outside to collective the scrap, and brutes came out to load it aboard.
The ship sat in the harbour as Kaloks Orcs clambered aboard, humans trudging on for use as rowers. This string of islands would be his! And then, the world.
An imp landed beside him, watching the boat before turning towards Kalok "The four cannons are loaded" The imp reported, before adding "Surely we should wait for more, if the opposition..."
"As far as we are aware, no one in this isle owns a cannon. We should be safe. A powerful navy, that's what we need to defend our holdings, and to construct this navy we need the other isles. This jungle may be thik and its trees tall, but we don't want to clear the whole forest, it provides an advantage" Kalok said, and the Imp nodded slowly "This war with the islanders won't last long. I return to the heart. I must work" Kalok turned and walked away from the Imp without another word, and the Imp merely turned, watching the boat being loaded. The Imp judged the Orcs good men, but they had barely been born and learnt to walk, let alone have learnt to sail and fight at sea. Maybe his master had overestimated the Orcs, and if so then how long before the Orcs fail drastically, and they are pushed from their dungeon?

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