altasilvapuer
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Preface:
I wasn't 100% clear on whether the description/narrative in this post had to match the official 1-page description. In my head, I imagine the logs below being something you'd find scattered around the settlement as it levels up. If I ever release this on its own after the contest, I'd probably create text-only holotapes in the mod that are treated like audio transcripts of the logs.
Just in case, though, the official 1-page synopsis is at the bottom of the fourth and final post.
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First Officer's Log: October 24th, 2287.
The August has reached land, at last. Scouts had reported an island perfect for our foothold into this new world, but it seemed some damn fools had taken up residence here, first, and made to rebuff our rightful claim. Thankfully, the guns of August have...persuaded them otherwise. Most of their outlying structures have been severely damaged or outright demolished, and even now our advance squad is on-shore securing the area. The island should be ours within the hour.
First Officer's Log: Supplemental.
The lads are ashore and the island has been taken. Jensen took a bullet to the leg, but the medic expects him to make a full recovery. Sadly, the island seems not to have fared so well. It seems August's bombardment was more effective than first anticipated. The structures of the hapless natives were so ramshackle it's a wonder they could withstand a stiff breeze. Damn fool Wastelanders. Armistice is due in three weeks, with the rest of the fleet. Repair efforts are underway posthaste, but the time-table will be tight. What I wouldn't give for a proper cup of tea...
First Officer's Log: October 26th.
Great Luck! It seems this island was to be home to a small airstrip before The War. The hangar still stands (well, mostly, anyway...) and the beginnings of the airstrip were already being constructed. The admiral will be most pleased to regain superiority in the skies. The loss of the Kestral was a blow to more than just fleet morale. More to it, there is even an intact pad for vertibird landings. The Captain has ordered the men begin immediate construction on a control tower and additional vertibird pads. We've also begun excavation of a bunker beneath the central hill.
First Officer's Log: October 30th.
One of the damn natives went rogue, today. They had some strange contraption of a loudspeaker strapped to a shack in the center of the settlement. The damn bloody fool slipped his guard and killed power to the speakers before being caught. Right in the middle of the bloody execution these... things crawled out from the seas and began attacking the men. They were like giant, mutated crustaceans of some kind. It would seem the New World was spared no more than we were by The War.
We dispatched the mongrels in short order, only for wave after wave of them to rise from the seas. It would be hours before Montgomery realized the connection to the loudspeakers. The bloody idiots actually managed to set up a high-frequency sonic deterrent and powered it by a half-destroyed generator in one of the wrecked tugs. How they had the slightest intelligence to manage it, I haven't the foggiest. Monty and his boys had the speakers back up and running in short order, however, and I've doubled the guard on the prisoners. It would be much easier to execute the lot of them, but for now we need the manpower.
I wasn't 100% clear on whether the description/narrative in this post had to match the official 1-page description. In my head, I imagine the logs below being something you'd find scattered around the settlement as it levels up. If I ever release this on its own after the contest, I'd probably create text-only holotapes in the mod that are treated like audio transcripts of the logs.
Just in case, though, the official 1-page synopsis is at the bottom of the fourth and final post.
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<Level 0>
First Officer's Log: October 24th, 2287.
The August has reached land, at last. Scouts had reported an island perfect for our foothold into this new world, but it seemed some damn fools had taken up residence here, first, and made to rebuff our rightful claim. Thankfully, the guns of August have...persuaded them otherwise. Most of their outlying structures have been severely damaged or outright demolished, and even now our advance squad is on-shore securing the area. The island should be ours within the hour.
First Officer's Log: Supplemental.
The lads are ashore and the island has been taken. Jensen took a bullet to the leg, but the medic expects him to make a full recovery. Sadly, the island seems not to have fared so well. It seems August's bombardment was more effective than first anticipated. The structures of the hapless natives were so ramshackle it's a wonder they could withstand a stiff breeze. Damn fool Wastelanders. Armistice is due in three weeks, with the rest of the fleet. Repair efforts are underway posthaste, but the time-table will be tight. What I wouldn't give for a proper cup of tea...
First Officer's Log: October 26th.
Great Luck! It seems this island was to be home to a small airstrip before The War. The hangar still stands (well, mostly, anyway...) and the beginnings of the airstrip were already being constructed. The admiral will be most pleased to regain superiority in the skies. The loss of the Kestral was a blow to more than just fleet morale. More to it, there is even an intact pad for vertibird landings. The Captain has ordered the men begin immediate construction on a control tower and additional vertibird pads. We've also begun excavation of a bunker beneath the central hill.
First Officer's Log: October 30th.
One of the damn natives went rogue, today. They had some strange contraption of a loudspeaker strapped to a shack in the center of the settlement. The damn bloody fool slipped his guard and killed power to the speakers before being caught. Right in the middle of the bloody execution these... things crawled out from the seas and began attacking the men. They were like giant, mutated crustaceans of some kind. It would seem the New World was spared no more than we were by The War.
We dispatched the mongrels in short order, only for wave after wave of them to rise from the seas. It would be hours before Montgomery realized the connection to the loudspeakers. The bloody idiots actually managed to set up a high-frequency sonic deterrent and powered it by a half-destroyed generator in one of the wrecked tugs. How they had the slightest intelligence to manage it, I haven't the foggiest. Monty and his boys had the speakers back up and running in short order, however, and I've doubled the guard on the prisoners. It would be much easier to execute the lot of them, but for now we need the manpower.
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