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>>293

Where do you hail from?

[THE BHARATTAN RAJ]: After the flight from Dying Albion, the greatest monarchy in Ourazia settled in its massive Bharattan colony, where a rich, aristocratic upper class attempts to uplift a vast native underclass which never wanted to be ruled. Though the Rajans preserve some of the military and technological power of their former years, years of suppressing native uprisings have made them cautious and pessimistic about the future.
> +1 MIGHT, +1 RESEARCH, -1 MORALE, -1 MOBILITY

[THE FRANQO-GOTHIC COMMUNE]: Bitter enemies during the Last War, Franqia and the Gothreich were forged into an erstwhile superstate by a massive Communard worker's revolt. Though their home territories have been ravaged by war and their government is somewhat unstable, they are undoubtedly the leading industrial and ideological power on the planet.
> +1 MORALE, +1 SUPPORT, -1 MIGHT, -1 TRAINING

[THE QIIFRIKI EMPIRE]: Escaping the War largely unscathed, the disparate peoples of Qin and Ifrike voluntarily united under Qinese rule in the face of Albionnese expansion. Though their kingdom is one wrought from necessity and is, in many respects, totally backwards, their strong work ethic and passion for independence make them a force to be reckoned with.
> +1 TRAINING, +1 MOBILITY, -1 RESEARCH, -1 SUPPORT

[THE NEUWELT REMNANT]: When the Neuwelt was cut off, it didn't take long for most of the settlers there to go native, integrating into the tribal states of the continent. Now, as Pioneer ships appear on the horizon, some dig their outdated landships out of storage in an attempt to expand and protect their territory.
> +1 SUPPORT, +1 MOBILITY, +1 MORALE, -2 RESEARCH, -1 MIGHT

(First to 3 votes gets it)

(A brief explanation of stats, here.)

MIGHT: Represents the combination of the firepower you can bring to bear and the degree to which you can use your reputation to influence others.

RESEARCH: Represents the basic level of technological development available to your Pioneers, as well as the level of scientific talent available to you.

MORALE: Represents your soldier's emotional commitment to you and to their work, as well as their willingness to go above and beyond the call of duty.

MOBILITY: Represents your team's level of familiarity with their environment, including navigational and survival skills.

SUPPORT: Represents your team's logistical preparedness and ability to locate and acquire valuable resources and supplies in the field.

TRAINING: Represents the level of professional discipline and ability in your personnel, as well as the useful skills they can bring to the table.

I will put a vote in for the Qifriki Empire.

Hmmmm. Maybe I'll make it 2 votes for consensus?

Rolled 1

im split between neuwelt and chiki briki empire. COIN TOSS. 2 for chiki briki.

Rolled 1

neuwelt remnant it is. PROTECT THE MOTHERLAND

I vote for the Bharattan Raj

>>303
>>464
>>477

One vote each for the Qiifriki, Remnant and Raj. Tiebreaker vote, please?

>>294
>>485
+1 for the Bharattan Raj

>>477
>>487

You are the leader of one of the Raj's many Armoured Pioneer groups, adding new territory to the Bharattan Raj for Rajah and Country. It is your sacred duty to bring civilization, education and the firm hand of Imperial government to the backwards savages of the Neuwelt. How did you gain this leadership position?

[MERCANTILE]: You are a representative of the Central Bharattan Trading Company, with all the economic clout that entails. You've set off to the Neuwelt to make your fortune expanding into new and untapped markets.
>+1 SUPPORT, Start with 1 extra Light Landship

[POLITICAL]: You were elected to the Bharattan House of Lords on the promise that you would make your nation great again, and your constituents and fellow Colonial Party members have seen fit to reward you with suitable brute firepower for putting down uppity natives.
>+1 MIGHT, Start with Heavy instead of Medium Landship

[MILITARY]: You've seen first-hand what an improperly-pacified indigenous population can do to a colonization effort. For the honour of His Majesty's Second Armoured Pioneer Regiment, you will bear down on the Neuwelt with all the strategic acumen at your disposal.
>+1 TRAINING, Start with Medium instead of Light Landship

[SCIENTIFIC]: The Imperial Society for the Advancement of the Sciences seeks to unlock the untapped natural-philosophical potential of the Neuwelt, and they've selected you to lead the first scientific expedition. Knowing your path is fraught with danger, they've seen fit to equip you with certain useful prototypes.
>+1 RESEARCH, Start with Rocket technology.

[POPULAR]: Elected to the House of Commons on a vast groundswell of popular support, your dangerously radical policies made you plenty of enemies in the Rajan nobility. You and your followers have decided to play it safe and make a fresh, forward-looking start in the Neuwelt.
>+1 MORALE, Gain Allies much faster

First to 2 gets it.

I will switch my choices andpledge my allegiance to the Bharattan Raj.

Didn't see a new topic was already up. I will second Military. Our strengths would be research training and might, which sounds like a good trio to me.

>>490
>>492

You are Colonel John Tredinnick Crocker, commander of the Second Armoured Pioneer Regiment. Your mission: preserve the interests of the Bharattan Raj in the Neuwelt.

MIGHT 3
TRAINING 3
RESEARCH 3
SUPPORT 2
MORALE 1
MOBILITY 1

You awake to the sound of rain over Fort Haligon. You can tell by the dim light seeping through the walls of your heavy canvas tent that it's still before reveille, and you steel yourself for another day of miserable weather. Haligon is a new settlement, built on the remnants of a small port the original Albionnese settlers abandoned during the War. You arrived three days ago, and it has been pouring ever since. Bloody Neuwelt.

>Head to the mess
>Head to the command center and see if Rear-Admiral Murray, the fort commander, is up
>Check on your landships in their hangars
>Take a walk around the Fort
>Other

Head to the mess hall. Can't fight a war on an empty stomach.

>>513

Throwing a jacket on over your pajamas, you step into the vestibule of your tent. Your batman, Private Jain, is nowhere to be found, though judging by the absence of the tea kettle and his boots he is likely out searching for water. No matter.

Steeling yourself against the chill damp, you splash your way across the darkened fort to the officer's mess tent, cheerfully lit from within. It is blessedly dry inside, the duckboard flooring cleaned and polished. The delicious smell of fried bacon and eggs fills the air- thanks to the recent arrival of your unit, Fort Haligon is well stocked with provisions. You gather a plate of breakfast and ponder where to sit. The tent is still quiet save for the muted bustling of the cooks in the kitchen and the mess orderlies.

There are three other people in the room- two young, sensibly-dressed women are conversing quietly in the corner. You normally wouldn't approve of women in the mess, but it seems Rear-Admiral Murray has unusually informal views. You believe these two might be a part of the civilian scientific team attached to your unit, many of whom you have yet to properly meet.

Reading an out-of-date paper in one of the scuffed armchairs near the mess woodstove is a young turban-clad Bharattan you recognize to be Risaldar Edward Horatio Singh, one of your Landship commanders. You haven't spoken to him much, but he came to your regiment highly recommended. He glances up at you and gives you a polite nod.

>Introduce yourself to the young women
>Sit with Risaldar Singh
>Other

aquire bitches. that is, introduce yourself.

>>1037

If these young ladies are indeed part of your scientific research group, you see no harm in making introductions. Pulling your jacket a little closer- really, you shouldn't be wearing pajamas for this, but you are a colonel and your rank does grant you some privileges- you stride over to their table with a polite smile on your face. They look up as you approach.

Both look to be in their early 30s, wearing the kind of practical working clothing that factory girls tend to favour. One, in an apparent nod at modesty, is wearing a long skirt over her Bharattan trousers. Her blonde hair is hidden by a cloche hat, and she looks at your pajamas with a faint air of disapproval. The other, who looks to have some Bharattan blood in her, wears a colourful shawl over her drab outfit. Her hair is cut almost but not quite scandalously short, and she regards you curiously from behind wire-framed spectacles with bright green eyes. Before you can introduce yourself, she cuts you off.

"You'd be the Colonel, then? Elizabeth Nakti Mayweather, Imperial Society. The dowdy old crone across the table is my dear friend Miz Prudence de Verre. Charmed, we're sure."

You hesitate, blindsided. de Verre seems to be caught in a similar state, half-furious and half-amused.

>"I beg your pardon, madam?"
>"Apologize at once!"
>Soldier on with your introduction.
>Other