User:The Collective Mind/Sandbox

05-03
I've decided that I'll start a new journal every deployment. Keeps things organized. There are only so many ways you can organize two journals, but still.

The new planet is called Orsohv, after an ancient Kukarot god of some sort. I'm not familiar with him. I'll look it up later. We landed at some kind of equatorial desert. Probably the folks who named the planet have a name for the desert too, but as far as I'm concerned it's Theatre 2-1.

Orsohv is pretty nice, as far as planets go. Forty-one hour days, scorching daytimes and freezing nighttimes, sand working its way into the habs, the usual desert business. Reminds me of home. The air's kind of thin, though. Last deployment we had some Motivator auxes set up some huge atmosphere exchangers beforehand. I wonder why they couldn't come on this one?

The word from on high is that Reconnaissance caught wind of Iceworlder activity a little to the north of here. Larray thought it was pretty funny, finding iceworlders in a desert. Orders are to set up and kick them off the planet. Regular border control stuff.

Last thing: the planet's got natives. Eskrov and Mul started calling them plateheads, 'cause they've got these big flat plates on their heads, and the name looks like it's stuck. Weird anatomy. Two legs, four arms, skinny as sticks. Primitive, too. Intelligence says they haven't gotten past bronze tools yet. There's a whole city of them not too far from base, built around this huge pyramid. Eskrov says you can just barely see it if you stand on the edge of camp, if the wind's good.

Command says to leave the Plateheads alone for now. They don't really post much of a threat to us, but having them riled up against us would be annoying. Worst case scenario, we can just roll over them, shell them to bits.

05-04
Orsohv was the old Kukarot god of luck. Huh.

05-06
Busy, busy! This is the first time my regiment's been involved in setting up a base. It's been pure chaos these last few days! My respect for Engineering Division has grown tremendously.

Today was setting up hangars for the tanks. They'll be arriving tomorrow, or maybe the day after; it depends on how tight Orbital Command's got its gloves. They've been busy with recon satellites and such, keeping an eye out for Iceworlder ships. Apparently we've got a positive fix on their own base camp. I heard from Hesiniya that they're trying to dig something up. Orbit doesn't want to try a bombardment until it knows what they're looking for. So, us.

In other news, Strekol's group caught a couple of the natives on the edge of camp, staring at us while we were working. Just standing there. Apparently they showed up out of nowhere during shift change. Kreliv's deep in the stink; he should've noticed them approaching by the time he switched out with Strekol.

05-07
Orbit shot down an Iceworlder satellite today. Two Ramparts damaged. Iceworlders are so obsessed they put guns on their surveillance drones.

Back to work. Tanks come in two hours, and we've gotta get the landing pad cleared out for their arrival.

05-08
Reminder: Mul owes you forty chits.

Mausin cheats! Do not play against!