Rimworld - Royalty: Salt Miners Guild

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Day 31 - 45: Rimworld Royal Rumble

Bright and early a message comes through from the League of Henoueron - a collection of outlanders and raiders who aren't particularly fond of us. One of their caravans is being harassed by a pair of manhunter lynxes, and they want to lure them to Gallia so they don't need to deal with them anymore. We agree, and the lynxes soon fall to the spiked glory of Op F*** DUCK.

As a reward, the outlanders drop off a present of construction neurotrainer. Without so much as a second thought, Chuba sticks the needle in his eye... and becomes a regionally famed master builder. Even so, it'd probably be a good idea for him to go get checked out for unwanted infections once we recruit a competent doctor.

Meanwhile, Spectre has been churning out fine meals using the fresh lynx meat we'd come into possession of. A short while later production grinds to a halt as he has another mental break over the divorce, and is found sobbing into a bowl of mashed potato. ONIKS tries to snap him out of this haze by firing off a tirade of insults.

This does not work.

After clocking ONIKS in the face, Spectre ends the fight and retreats back to his bedroom to nurse his wounds. ONIKS patches herself up and goes for a nap in the corner of the utility room, lacking a private bedroom of her own. During the night, a tribal raider tries to sneak in, and is immediately killed by the spike traps.

Waking up bright and early, ONIKS is still in a foul mood. She processes these emotions entirely rationally, and goes berserk at Chuba, calling him a cannibal and insulting his body hair, aunt's relationships and ambitions. The last one was the straw that broke the camels back, and Chuba got brawling.

The thoroughly battered ONIKS goes back to bed. In an attempt to lift the now utterly horrendous mood, WolfsGhost hosts a party in the utility room (where ONIKS is trying to sleep). No-one attends. It's very depressing.

In more positive news, the first crop of cotton is harvested, allowing Spectre to start tailoring some fancy cowboy kit for the community. Chubba also cracks the secrets of large scale battery storage. Capitalising on this, ONIKS starts digging out a secure area for the batteries to go, and Chuba starts building a second windmill.

A shuttle turns up to take Chipper the turkey home. As the closest person, ONIKS tucks him under her arm and drops him off. For reasons unknown, the Imperium sees this as a great service rendered, and grants her the noble rank of Freeman.

As the shuttle lifts off, a panicked message for assistance is received - a doctor is being chased by a pack of ravenous manhunter tortoises! They're 5 days away! Help! Gallia graciously accepts the new colonist: @Ramke.

After running across the map, Ramke arrives at the base panting and sweating... and then doesn't stop. Apparently she's just like that. The others find this slightly offputting, but it's good to have a capable doctor at the very least.

Finally, a glitterworld intelligence officer contacts us to ask for temporary refuge while her handlers arrange to get her off world. Apparently her adversaries are onto her, and she needs somewhere low profile and discrete to hide out in the interim. She notes that Gallia is certainly low profile.

Her people are happy to give us some cash and archeotech brain implants in exchange for assistance. There's a real risk that trouble could come knocking however. What do you all think? Take her in or not?

Overall progress: day 45.

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