GlitchyDigiBun

8,000 v. 8,000. A star and a reinforced point from Smoke Jaguar take on 5 IS merc mechs with 2 light Clan mechs as isorla. Cored the Bushwacker early before my Mad Dog was distracted by lights in the rear. The Atlas was just getting into the fight when we had to call it. Could have gone either way. Still super pumped for next game.

I'm looking to get inspiration for my own writing. I need a hard sci fi series where earth (and earthlike worlds) are too rare, inaccessible, and/or previously spoiled beyond ability to sustain life. Bonus points if it is set on a multi-generational space station or starship without any other options and goes into detail about life support, living space, mineral mining and expansion of the station to accomodate a growing population, and daily life of it's residents.

If anyone remembers Drifter Colonies from Titan A.E., that's what's in my head.

I'm looking for The Martian levels of realism, and I'm fine with a bit of "Unobtanium" clichés if they're not core to the story.

Looks like a stand up fight, Commander. 2 companies facing off with equal odds of success. Home-fielders on base have 4 lances plus infantry and aerospace in support, while our attacking force wields equal lances plus armor, jump infantry, and an aerospace fighter in support.

They have the wall advantage on our side, Commander, but I guess the base didn't want lake-maintainance in their budget. We've got a nice cool spot right near our IF# nest egg. We can use both to great effect.

The enemy is afforded more cover, but their greater defense area may be to their detriment, only time will tell.

As always, I'll prepare an after action report to keep you updated on the ongoing fluid strategic state of the modern 3049 battlefield. I have a feeling this data will be sorely needed very soon...

Setting up for an epic 44x38in 800PV face-off in preparation for our campaign using these forces. More to follow...

4 contestants, 16 mechs. You kill a unit, you keep it. Your unit survives, you keep it. Kill the meat, save the metal. 1 mech repair bay behind CR6 walls to refill armor.

Results: PV-predicted outcome, but several interesting ad hoc lance compositions came into play, with speed generally dictating how lances were broken up. Game was halted in time for 4th place to retain their remaining 2 mechs.

Highlight: Axman boxcars the Wraith with a blade to the cockpit, earning second place from the kingmaker.

I have had an idea for a sci fi series that's based around "drifter colonies" from my favorite movie, Titan A.E. Though, notably, this universe will have no (known) aliens, and humanity, forced into a mass exodus from a dying earth, take all that they can carry into the stars, welding their aging hulls together into cities that orbit uninhabitable, but stable exoplanets.

The exodus took less than 1% of all humanity from the apocalypse, but all who escaped were in debt to the corporations who undertook the rushed flight from Earth, a debt so large that one's wealth is measured by how low one's inherrited debt is (it suspiciously never goes into the black for anyone but the most loyal of corpo servants). Debt is split (with interest) to all your children, so having 3 or 4 children is common, and colonies are overcrowded.

All wealth is held by corporations, each of which has its own star system(s) and cluster of colony cities. These systems are connected by a Gravity-Pulse-Conveyor network, which uses finely-aimed "grav cannons" that propel your vessel harmlessly through spacetime, the "wave" behind and in front of you being slowed by the machine at the other end. To the passenger, the journey takes months to years. To outsiders, dialation takes effect and generations might pass. The node from Sol to Alpha Centauri has been severed, and no one knows why, but there is a perfect mirror of unknown origin, many lightyears tall and wide right at the midway point between the AC/Sol conveyor. No corporate expidition probes can report back after passing through it.

Most goods are bartered, and the most valuable commodity is culture. Baseballs, silk scarves, CDs, barbie-dolls exchange hands for hydroponic produce, metal scrap, and tools. Corp work can lower your debt and get you paid in work coupons for corporate goods, but that's the minority of transactions.

I'd like it if you'd ask me questions about this world to help me flesh it out. I also welcome ideas!

2 opposing assault lances deployed on turn 4, but by then, one of my infantry platoons died in a building collapse, and the other was gunned down by VTOLs. I couldn't take the objective, but dealt more PV destruction overall, leaving my opponent with a Pyhhric Victory.