Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26535281-20161214010219/@comment-26084195-20161222102905

The Terran General, a grizzled looking man in his forties, stared at the recent communiques. The entire situation was a mess. They had salvaged what they could from their starships and made for a suitable position to set up base camp. Every day, men in dropships and vehicles went to the crash sight to search for more salvage, or just find scrap metal for their colony. Plenty of civilians had survived, fortunately, which was good for the farms. Unfortunately, they would likely be preyed upon by the Ravasect, which he knew were out there somewhere. He made sure that all civilians were in their concentrated makeshift colony, would only be allowed out to work at certain times of day, and that the perimeter was very secure until their fortifications could be completed. They had chosen their location very carefully for that very reason, up in the mountains in an ideal defensive location. He knew that the chitin headed bastards were looking for them. But he knew that there were probably others out there too. As such, he had a separate detachment head out in a drop ship when they first arrived, heading for a mountain on the other end of the range. Once there, they set up a communications outpost, and began sending out signals, using an obviously Terran Alliance based encryption. The message itself was irrelevant, he simply wanted to see what would happen when it was made properly obvious that the Terran Alliance was here, and dug in.