Exile is a difficult word in any language, but as I stare out across the galaxy at the carnage unfolding I thank the Elders that my race lives on.
I know that the fate of my people relies on the mercy of those who were my bitterest enemies. They could snuff me out at any moment, a mere insect before their great empire. So even as I lie by my pool, I am aware my time may well be short.
So let me tell you the tale of the Empire of the West…
Initial Formalities
Myk, Selkie and myself were an alliance with very little internal dispute. Our initial plans were carefully debated and easy to justify.
Myk – The plan for Myk was to advance quickly towards Okul, the system on his border working as a choke point between his empire and the FISTS.
Selkie – Selkie, being the most isolated of the three of us, was designated our bank and research unit.
Rosslessness – Centrally placed, my plan was to hit Winner land (The AI core) as quickly as possible.
Formal alliance requests were filed almost immediately, and predetermined borders between the three of us were negotiated. I refused my entire western flank, reasoning that if my two allies had larger empires, it would make them more efficient as the game progressed.
Unfeeling Opponents
The specific setup and AI centre presented very specific challenges. The lack of starting ships and systems meant that initial expansion was very slow. To combat these problems, my strategy was to do everything possible to curtail the AI players, most notably green hexagons, centred on Zosma.
Over the first three days I invested almost half my initial investment cash in warp gates. The idea was simple; chain looping carriers to get as many ships to the core of the AI immediately. Seizing a 20 industry world would not only double my production, but would provide me with an unstoppable number of local ships to overtake the other AI’s.
Initially my strategy was hugely successful. In the expansion phase I won the race to many worlds the AI’s were spreading out to claim. While some AI’s had 25 worlds under their control, my first opponent was limited to a mere 13. More importantly, I destroyed carriers and ships sent robotically at planets squarely in my control.
Then on, turn 74, less than 4 days after the start of the conflict my fleet of 126 ships entered the Zosma system. They were flying totally blind and represented more than 60% of my forces. This was to be the turning point.
When the dust settled Zosma had held. 173 ships had stood in my way. The high risk strategy had failed. It would take me another 3 days to mount another assault with any hope of success. Those three days cost me my whole empire…
Went the war well?
A weakened AI is an easy opponent and slowly world after world was gobbled up, culminating in the seizure of Zosma.
In the north Myk had reached Okul, but his scout force was easily repulsed by a group of 50 ships belonging to Hulk. This was the start of the “Whisky Stalemate”, featuring lots of talking but little actual fighting.
My initial gamble seemed to have paid off. My seizure of AI worlds left me with one of the highest Industry totals in the game. My research labs outnumbered those of Selkie, our designated researcher. Seizing resources seemed a lot easier than buying them.
In truth, we’d lost the war already by this point, but we didn’t realise it. We each had a successful empire, but the issue was that we weren’t a true alliance.
A Slow Fisting
Finally, our discussions turned to an attack against our sentient opponents. Myk had a weapon tech and ship advantage over Hulk and wanted to attack, so we agreed he should focus on an all-out assault. By this time Captain America had begun to move his strike fleets into a position to crush me. Slowly, but surely FIST had been feeding their combined ship count into Captain America’s fleets, emptying their home worlds safe in their closed northern border.
In contrast, the WEST alliance had kept their fleets entirely separate, guarding across all borders. The LDG had poured all their resources into Hyperspace research and were now a viable threat to our border.
Myk was successful in his assaults, overtaking the chokepoint and advancing into Hulk territory. However, my own battles were less successful. My fleets already weakened by my battles with the AI were already fighting a battle of retreat.
The Attack on Hulk also meant that almost a third of FIST fleets were diverted to the defence of his borders. It was a faint glimmer of hope, and for a few hours our battle lines held.
Zosma and Porn
Just as it was in attack, Zosma was vital in defence. With Fist already having captured the AI homeworld of Blue Menkar, it was vital that I stopped them seizing a second. Every delaying tactic possible was attempted, and for a few hours Zosma was reclaimed.
But I fought alone, and I couldn’t stand. No empire could aid me, and my costly warpgates and carriers bled my empire dry. My victory was short lived, and only delayed the inevitable.
In the south Wave after wave of ships pounded Selkie, as LDG lost thousands of ships. We pleaded with them. All they were doing was gifting the galaxy to FIST, but still they came, dashing their ships like waves against rock.
The trap swings shut
With great pressure came mistakes. To the north Myk set up a warp gate network forgetting that his opponents could also use them. To the south Selkie hesitated in building his own gates, leading to his reinforcements failing to reach the front lines in time.
At the same time my warp gates were being smashed by my own hands. Spankster, ignoring requests for help had begun seizing my worlds, content to let Captain America seize the advantage untouched. World by world I was driven back to this final, quiet sanctuary, left alone whilst others struggle for supremacy.
What did LDG gain from their attack on us? At the current moment they have gained only 15 worlds. I find it a poor price for so much blood.
On the positive side, I feel I’ve learned a lot. So if I’m ever trusted with billions of lives on scores of planets ever again, I’ll do a much better job.
Anyway… Where is that cocktail waitress?