BACKGROUND
Life on board the USoESS Cygnus XI really sucked. Whether as crewman or as prisoner, both found the prison ship a horrid place to live. True, it was only a transit vessel, a ferry of sorts. No matter what it was though, life sucked. In those cramped, underfed, non-hyper-sleep compartments most people hated each other and space funerals were a common occurrence. Even crew members killed each other, and found that close proximity grated on their nerves. It was an assignment for those unfit for normal duty, and the cabin-fever sure helped that situation.
Nobody knows who it was, nor what he used, but when that home-made bomb exploded it was close to the hold. Aided by eruption emergency Oxygen and Propane storage cylinders, the explosion ripped through the guts of the ship destroying all controls and almost everything of use. The impact dropped the shattered remnants of the ship from warp space back into main space and the abandon ship call was issued, all cells were sprung open, and the pent up hatred erupted. Those alert enough, and undamaged enough, fought to gain access to the remaining escape pods with tooth and nail.
The shattered remains of the dying ship found itself already inside the gravity well of a planet and immediately began spewing escape pods into the atmosphere as its final disintegration occurred, killing all those unable to reach safety. Those who fell to the planet noticed that the tail of the Cygnus XI hadn't made it through the warp-transition... there would be no homing beacon. No rescue/recapture. You are on your own.
Alone you plummet to the surface. The G-forces knocking you out as your body struggles to adapt from a 1/10th gravity to the bone-jarring re-entry of an escape pod. When you recover, you notice a crowd of savages are watching the pod closely. As you open the hatch, the fall at there knees. Their god has arrived! As the Missionaries of Jehoda's beholder's had obviously visited this planet before, the people remarkable can speak English. They claim no-one has visited them for the last 100 years and the Missionaries and their seed are dead (Compulsory sterility) The religion has changed, but the story of a god in a fiery chariot they remember. You are their god. They are yours to command..
The pod is equipped with an FM inter-pod com-link [powered by a Lawrencium-193-hyper-battery], and a small useless survival pouch. You have no possessions or technology, you do know that many pods fell to earth...and you fear for what those bastards from the ship are going to do..
The resident planet species is a humanoid race at the equivalent of early iron-age hunter-gatherer culture, the iron working obviously taught by the Missionaries.
The Players:
Whether Crew or Con, they are all here.
BUILDING YOUR EMPIRE
You are ruler, king and god. Seen by all as he with knowledge. Followed by all in an attempt to crush the evil gods who have been unleashed upon the land. Where your escape pod fell to earth is where you remain. There primitive tribes have gathered before you. Their crude weapons, and rudimentary horsemanship makes them unsuitable for warfare, but you know your fellow criminals. Some may seek parley, but always watch your back. They too want to be supreme ruler-god.
Beneath you you control four distinct departments:
Your Army:
Including their recruitment, supply and movement. As well as what they can do when they aren't cracking skulls.
Your Navy:
Including their building, sailing and combat.
Your Battles:
Encompassing anything that can and will happen on a battlefield.
Your Government:
Encompassing what you can do without an army, and anything else
Your RND Department:
Encompassing resources and research capabilities
Your Manufacture Department:
Primarily involved with Resources and their management.
Finally, sometimes you just have that place in an office where knick-knacks are kept...
FILE 13:
Hints? Junk and things that really dont amount to a whole heap of beans.
TOWN CRIER:
For an up to the minute story as it unfolds in UNCIVIL III. Some red herrings, a lot of truth garnished with embellishments as cried out by the Town Criers. Players use it at your peril, lurkers laugh at the goings on. Additionally, this can act as a noteboard by the players themselves...want to sow a little misinformation? Advertise here!.
HISTORY AND DOWNLOADS:
History of Uncivil War II and downloadable rules.
Fantasy Gaming: Strategic or Role
Last Updated February 27, 1998
Web Page by Mike Jones
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"By the data to date, there is only one animal in the Galaxy dangerous to man
- man himself. So, he must supply his own indispensable competition. He has
no enemy to help him." From the notebooks of Lazarus Long:- R.A.Heinlein