near prawn
The year might be 2016. It's an average Saturday with nothing exceptional going on. Names have been forgotten. Kill counts expunged from the annals of the leaderboards. But when I think of a way to tell others about why I love Allegiance, I tell them the story of this particular game.
Deathrender Yellow BIOS HomeExp vs Terran Blue TF AdvSup/Exp/Tac/Yard
Unknown settings, Map: Silver
15v15
Late joiner. ~1hr 30min. Joining a late game always gets you one of two things. A resignation screen within five minutes or a good fucking game. I join Bios. I love Bios.
Resignation failed
This is not a good fucking game.
TF has the map. Exp/Tac for GAs. Adv sup midlo/west. Adv figs and hvy scouts camp all four alephs along with SC towers. Terran is giving his team the toys they earned for their efforts. Bios is down to home exp/starbase and is actively defending the exp from rolling figbee attacks. Exp hitpoints make it to about 15-20% each run.
Commander asks who wants the chair, he's done, the team won't resign and he wants to go do something productive.
I half-ass volunteer thinking we can whore this out for a few until the exp pops, then we'll move on to the next game. Command drops chair onto me and leaves.
You don't have to know me well to know that I'm a shit commander with zero charisma, but this game is lost so nobody is complaining.
I'm moping around the research tree to see what we have. HTTs, Mini3 Hvy scouts, nan2 (maybe 3), Hvy cloak 2. We have everything BIOs needs to not lose, and here we are stuck at home with no way to get our win condition anywhere meaningful. There is a TF tele CAMPING each aleph on our home. There's no way a bomber will hit one of these teles. There's no way to sneak a HTT through the sector.
I look at our tactical options on the map. One Sup, one Tac, one Exp, a SY con low east. Home is still there too.
This is why we don't play on high settings.
No carbonaceous asteroid available.
Double-check the map. Everything has been scouted.
They have one Sup and nowhere to put a new one.
They have one card and its in play. We need something fresh.
So I'm in Subway getting my five dollar footlong made and the only fucking fresh ingredients are Counter2 and TP1.
Fucking TP1. Lets do it.
Call my play to the team in exchange for a resignation when it fails.
And so, the whoring continues. The bombing continues. KBs increase and are lost. I sweat for 600 seconds to see if we make it to the next part of the plan. The team scrapes through two F/B runs.
Teleport Probe 1 research completed.
Our team has some scouts. Some good scouts. I don't remember the callsign of this particular scout, but I trusted them enough to give them TP1 and expect them to make it all the way to their sup without getting podded, drop TP1 without it getting eyed, and be ready for the HTT run of a lifetime. I wish I could remember the name of this legendary player.
Ints rush west sector, give the scout a window to sneak through the blockade.
Our team has no experienced HTT pilots. I draw a blank on who to hand the cash to.
Cash to. Cashto.
Cashto was likely the scout in question. What an epiphany.
Anyways, no experienced HTT pilots, so if anybody's gonna fuck up my plan, its gonna be me.
Hand-pick five scouts to rip with me.
Teleport Probe 1 deployed in (enemy sup sector)
His palms are sweaty...
No figs launch to defend.
Crew rips in. No eye. 4k walk, just needs a line-up. So we walk to the setup.
Station at risk
F/Bs rush our home.
Knees weak, arms are heavy...
No time. We go now. This is the window of opportunity. This is the eye of the storm. Run to the sup. Cloak Enga-
Eyed
Terran (all): o shit
Terran (all): d the suo
2k. 5 figs launch.
There's vomit on his sweater already...
1k. spike attempt fails
800m. 2 nans down
600. 3 nans down.
500. spike attempt fails
4 nans down
300m
250m
Pop.
Mom's spaghetti...
dense flume
uneven thorn