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Old Hemisect’s military base had only grown since the debriefing. It was like an enormous coliseum now, able to house as many trolls as possible. Each ring was filled with a different caste – redbloods and orangebloods in the very center ring, the older familiar structure that could be see during that day. As the circumference increased outward, so did the bloodtype. Bunks and small blocks for trolls were available in mass numbers.

Having been galvanized by the rebuilding effort, trolls arrived in droves. There were ample opportunities to help, and already progress had been made on the buildings closest to the base. They were glorious. Sleek and shimmering like the buildings had risen out of the ocean itself. Lights appeared like bioluminescence on the walls of the building, leading the eye through the unique eccentricities of the architecture. It had a certain trollish quality to it – hive patterns were incorporated in segmented window segments and shades of grey were used religiously – but the look was fresh. Royal. Clearly, this was not a simple recreation of the old city. The government had big plans for Old Hemisect.

Workshops and training was available and encouraged for trolls of all ages – chances to help were rewarded with food and drink, and those precocious tots with their gossip were likewise rewarded for alerting guards to mysterious activities they’d seen in the busted down old town. But overwhelmingly, the atmosphere was controlled. The Coastal Base offered an efficient military practice. Guards barking orders did so swiftly, and the countless drones inhabiting the base worked silently and effectively.

Volunteers were shown immediately what training was available. The vague threat of being kicked out of this haven within Old Hemisect was always present, and punch-in sheets showed which trolls weren’t pulling in their weight. For the most part, the sheets were just show (and a healthy dose of peer-pressure), but it certainly seemed that no one wanted to be considered a slacker in this case. Not with the Young Alternian’s Surveillance Association on the case.

It appears as though after the training period is over, rebuilding will go into full force. Trolls are suggested to start socializing and joining groups of up to four for this task, and the task list notes recreational areas on the scenic beaches and within the base itself for recreation. Until then, there’s plenty to do and learn around the base.

Preparing for Reform
The task list is always present in every hall, and it’s expected that all recruits participate. There’s plenty to do, so you’d better get going!

Every day from August 10th to August 27th, you can have your troll choose one of the activities listed below, and write a short post of them completing the activity as well as rolling a d6. You will get points equal to the number rolled, and at the end your troll will be rewarded based on how many points you scored in total for each activity. You can get a maximum of 50 points in one activity. Feel free to roleplay two or more trolls assisting in the same jobs.

If a troll is in possession of an army pin or rebel medallion from the 2012 meta, they receive points that they may distribute into their training in any way they wish.


Construction
Lifting, moving, planning, analyzing blueprints, logistics, collecting materials

Trolls with interest in construction are much needed for the renewal of Old Hemisect. Putting up walls, hammering, lifting and moving materials and other physical tasks are a daily reality for most of the trolls at the base. However, those with more mental acuity are encouraged to learn how to read blueprints and the very logistics of the build. There are a number of workshops for all ages, with kids focusing on construction safety and teens taking a practical approach to the task.

Demolition
Physical deconstruction, preparing explosives, mapping out buildings for demolition, learning about infrastructure, destroying potential salvage materials

Demolition is an important part of construction, and trolls who would like to assist in taking down the many buildings of Old Hemisect are able to help out in a hands-on way. The process of securing buildings, analyzing infrastructure and taking them down requires a lot of physical work and a good deal of research. Demolition experts in the military can take trolls through the many exciting subjects of architecture including Alternian demolition technology in its many forms – including good old explosives. Also necessary is a crew to destroy potentially salvageable materials… Just a precaution.

Recruiting
Local recruiting, long-distance recruiting, reaching out to connections, creating written materials, using radio media, keeping up morale

Due to the non-troll-race-threatening nature of the reconstruction of Old Hemisect, the military has made sure to apply a pressure to the entire planet for assistance. Trolls not considered to be participating must have an excellent reason, and recruiters are a perfect way to weed out those who are hesitant to join in. The media room is very impressive within the base – rooms for photography, videography and putting out radio spots are available, as well as areas to collect and distribute posters. Another important task on the recruiting side is reaching out to Old Hemisect residents – the Military has given its recruiters clearance to 1) recruit all residents in the vicinity through door-to-door offers, offering plentiful shelter and location during and after the construction, and 2) During the same door-to-door meeting, let the residents know that their hives and business may be … Relocated during this time for construction. It’s their choice after that.

Intelligence
Analyzing maps and figures, listening around the camp for dissenters, searching Old Hemisect for signs of rebels, collecting images or written information detailing rebel actions, assisting in planning tasks

Trolls who have a knack for subterfuge are welcome to use their talents to gather intel for the royalists. The glorification of removing impurities from Old Hemisect has worked the surveillance core of the base into a frenzy. On base, logistics-minded trolls are welcome to analyze the many points of data and maps that have been collected, research existing technology in any effort to make the government’s efforts more useful, and assist in rebuilding and defense strategies. Trolls are offered pleasant beach-walks and walks through the city for investigative purposes.

A note on saving posts/reserving rolls: It is fine to roll and reserve a post to fill in the text later. However, you MUST fill in your previously reserved posts before reserving new posts. Rolls will not add onto your total points unless there is RP text accompanying the roll!

∞ Ephias Sagine

Activity: Construction (5)

Ephias had elected to join the construction crew. He was not sure how helpful he would be, especially when it came to the heavy lifting, but he was determined to take part. The construction was what this project was all about. What's more, he could be certain that he was doing some good. While intelligence sounded interesting, he could not stomach the idea of spying on others.

Sometimes he was pathetic and he knew it.

The first day was all about safety procedures. Most of it was pretty obvious—how stupid did someone have to be to stand in front of a moving construction vehicle?—but the organisers also provided some useful tips for increasing work efficiency. Ephias was all about that. He scrawled some notes down in the tiny notepad he had been given.

When the class had finished Ephias lurked about, unsure of where to go. Wolly tried to suggest several places to look for work, but he was feeling reluctant. The hustle bustle of the day had worn him out. He wanted very much to go back to his hive. If only it were not all the way across the desert.

“Hey, chirrup! You look lost!” A hand clapped down on Ephias' shoulder. He jerked away and whirled to face is assailant. It was a lanky, bespectacled, teenage redblood. She flashed him a confident grin.

“Oh... uh...” He did not get much further than that before the teen cut him off.

“Look, I'm in need of some help with sorting out logistics and all that. Just about everyone else scrambled off to go do demolition or intelligence. But what can you expect from a bunch of trolls?” she snorted. “Anyway, you look like a pretty smart kid. What do you say you help me out?”

“I, uh... maybe...” Ephias processed this. She said he looked smart. A compliment. That was nice. Still, he could not help but wonder how exactly it was that one looked smart.

“Great! Follow me and I'll show you the ropes. It'll be painless, promise!” Before Ephias could so much as open his mouth to object, the troll went marching off. He looked over to his lusus for guidance. The sheep bleated approvingly.

“This is c-crazy,” Ephias muttered as he went chasing after the teen.

Vitula could not wait to start helping out with recruiting all the other trolls in Hemisect who had yet to make up there minds if they wanted to join in on the rebuilding of the city or not. Vitula knew he had to be very charismatic and very appealing. The next words that would come out of his mouth would be the most and crucial.

He walked up to a hive and quickly fixed any imperfections on his person and ran his hand threw his hair. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door and awaited for some one to come. He waited and waited, a few minutes passed. Then a few more, it was here Vitula then remembered that some troll were already at the base and some houses would be empty.

Quickly running to the next house he knocked on the door. This time though some troll did come out. This was his time to shine, he could do this!

"Hello sir, would you like to come to the base and help us tear down your house to build a better city for others!"

The door quickly slammed in Vitulas face with out skipping a beat. " . . . Ill leave a flyer under yo]ur door ok?!" Vitula could tell it was going to be a long day.

Demolition was right down her alleyway. Smashing things until they were mere smears on the floor was her military speciality, after all! FROSSA ran screaming at walls, lashing her flail in one of her FLARP induced psychotic episodes. It... sort of worked? She was a kid again, after all...

she also mysteriously has 20 points in demolition so TAKE THAT WALL

There was one thing Dictys knew ey was good at.

Ey was cute, smart, rich. Eir fins were always wonderfully kept, and the glint of gold on eir horns and at eir collar definitely caught the eye. That was, ey had charisma. And a long memory. So it was natural that ey'd head straight to the recruitment booth, braid pushed elegantly over eir shoulder. It was time to design posters - ordinarily ey'd work on networking, but it was also important to get eir face out there. So first, a photoshoot was in order.

What? This was important. Ey glanced under eir eyelashes at the lowblood handling the camera.

[Recruiting: 4]

Tamiya was good at talking. She was also good at being a highblood. And in her eyes, getting trolls out of their hives so that she could sanctify them for demolition was of utmost importance. No one needed a desecrated gravesite, after all.

She stepped up to a hive on the coast of Old Hemisect and knocked on the door. A redblood cracked it open, and upon seeing the purpleblood standing their with lusus in tow, certainly could not resist her offer. Tamiya, pleased, would leave the spot with the troll while Kabukidad took care of their hive.

"You will be a useful addition to the royalist cause," she hissed breathily to the lowblood. "We require all of the assistance that Old Hemisect has to offer."

Rinse, wash, repeat. Turns out, the redblood had 2 additional hivemates. Three's a crowd, they say.

Total pool: 3 recruiting!

Cerise - Demolition (6)

Cerise heard the word that she could break stuff in the demolition crew and immediately signed up. "Hey you!" she yelled to a purpleblood girl."I bet I can break more walls than you!"

Cackling, she broke down a wall. Yesssssss.

(Aug. 12, Construction
Keionx's Stats:
Construction: 3
Demolition: 0
Recruiting: 0
Intelligence: 0)

Keionx of course gravitated to tasks that suited her trained-up strength and discipline abilities. Blueprints? She supposed she could read those. Engineering? Eh.

But what she really knew she could do was haul stuff. Physical, manual labor was not beneath – not at all – the young knightly troll, and she happily lugged materials around and hammered up support structures and generally made her muscle, rusty orange blood, sweat, and tears as productive as possible.

For the most part, the loads she was given were not all that much - Not compared to what Beastdad had made her carry while training, and around a mountain at that. The door to Zariah and hers home alone was heavier than some of the things she was to carry around.

So this was very familiar to her. Of course it was back-hurting. Of course it was menial and crude labor, but nothing was below a knight, and certainly little was below an Orangeblood, and so she kept going with her usual annoyingly boisterous enthusiasm...