u/Wild-Independent-541

Now, I had some trouble recently with soloing Pushkino. I had done that with no issue with both stealthing/raiding in the past but I do need some advice in that now as I had been struggling now. My playstyle is more of a marksman. What tips could you provide to help me accomplish soloing Pushkino?

So hear me out, If Classic (for some reason) hypothetically gave you permission to become developer of Centaura and Dead Ahead for one day before he left, what would you do?

West Libra Island, July 10th, 1949

Nearly a year earlier, the Antarean Armada’s Grand Southern Fleet landed at the coastal city of Sebastopolis, thus beginning the ground invasion of Libra. They then pushed South and since then, nearly all of the Western Island has fallen under their control. However, the remaining troops of the Exercitus Librae on the island remain and would attempt to push the Ants back (or at least halt the Antarean invasion to the mainland in the East) via guerilla warfare.

In the Desert of West Libra Island

>The heat of the afternoon sun beats down upon an Antarean convoy weaving through the dunes on the desert road. The soldiers inside of their trucks, halftracks, armoured cars and utility cars. In a Reikel 4x4 1934 Utilty truck in particular, a Antarean soldier can feel his grey uniform’s sweat stains as he drives. 

>“Hey guys, you ever noticed how we're stuck wearing grey of all colours to wear in the desert?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m sure everyone probably knows that by now. Figures why many of us got heatstroke and those Grusans get to keep their tan uniforms.” his comrade replied, staring blankly at the sand. Down the road, a squad of Libran soldiers are prepping their rifles, machine guns and a couple of bazookas waiting within the reverse slopes.

>Among the soldiers is Sold. Augustus Partalius, who is aiming his C27/49 LMG at one of the trucks. The Libran captain is peering at the convoy with his binoculars. “Sir, I can see the trucks.” reported Augustus.“ Alright soldiers, the Antarean convoy is coming this way. Get ready to shoot once they come close.” He signalled to his men. The men cocked their guns and as soon as the first vehicles of the convoy were in their sights, “Open fire.” the captain commanded.

>The front and rear vehicles both got ambushed by rocket fire, followed by rifle and machine guns peppering the rest of the now-surprised convoy. “We got con-” The driver in the Antarean truck shouted before he was cut off by bullets to the chest, followed by his mate getting shot in the head. 

>Amidst the fire, the remaining soldiers hopped out of the trucks and half-tracks and started firing at the convoy. But due to their grey uniforms, they were laughably easy to spot and a couple were forced to leave the supplies they were delivering and run across the desert. Within minutes, the entire convoy was destroyed. The Libran squad went towards it to finish off the survivors and loot the supplies. Augustus looked at the destroyed convoy while lighting his cigarette. 

>“Cmon Auggie, let’s go before the Ants come here.” The captain calls out to him. Without another word, Augustus finishes and tosses his cigarette into the sand before the convoy drives away, loot in the back of their own trucks.

Continued from Part 1 of Chapter 3:

The Battle of Madison Island

>Port Delphinus, Madison Island was thriving. People on the beach were making sand castles, surfing the waves, swam or just relaxed in the sun. Not far away was the port where ocean liners, cargo ships and even navy ships (including the ORS Charon) docked. Naval personnel were on shore leave, either having breakfast or sleeping off whatever hangover they had last night. 

>Officers George Lemming and Larry Anderson of the MIPD (Madison Island Police Department) sat in their patrol car parked near the beach, admiring the people having fun on the beach. “I love the beach, Larry. My family used to go there to relax whenever we were visiting my grandparents.” commented George. Larry replied, bored as a gourd. “Yeah, man. We passed here every day on duty.” George rolled his eyes and playfully slapped him on the shoulder before commenting, “Damn, you’re no fun Larry.” Suddenly, George noticed something going on out in the distant ocean. “Larry, look.” George called out to his colleague.

>Larry, in response, looked out into the distance. Their jaws dropped to the floor. Out in the ocean were the bastions. Half of one group was already on fire while the other was desperately trying to defend from the Antarean horde of planes with AA fire.

>Concerned, they radioed to their station, “Dispatch, this is Car 014. We have a situation out on the ocean, and yes I mean out in the ocean, stand by… we’re seeing heavy smoke and flames coming from the Bastions.” George commented to the dispatcher. “Uh… come again Car 014?” The latter asked in confusion. “The Coastal defense towers! The Bastions are under attack by Antarean forces. The crew stationed there are attempting to return fire but are getting destroyed in the attack, so we may be facing an amphibious invasion of the city. Requesting order to evacuate the entire city.” Larry explained. “Understood,” replied the dispatcher. “Dispatching all units for immediate evacuation of the city and sending units to the beach for additional backup”

>By then, it seemed like the navy knew what was going on at the bastions and began ordering all ships at port to be sent out to deal with the invaders. Air raid sirens started screaming to signal the evacuation and the police officers rushed out of their patrol cars to evacuate the civilians. The once carefree beachgoers looked far out into the ocean and saw Antarean ships and planes heading towards them, the bastions on fire. They panicked and hastily packed up their things before rushing to get off the beach to their cars. Fletcher began to shout to the people through the megaphone. “Citizens, this is not a drill, we are under attack. Please get off the beach and head to the east side of the island and head to the mainland.”

>By then, more patrol cars came to the area as quickly as they could and helped George and Larry evacuate the scared civilians off the beach along with some naval crewmen who came to help. As the last of evacuees left, huge explosions rocked the area. The Antarean cruisers and battleships had arrived at Port Delphinus and begun bombarding their coastal defenses. A triad of shells hit the magazine of the Charon (which was yet to be deployed), causing a huge explosion that obliterated half of the port and flattened two high-rise buildings. 

>The officers were shaken from the explosions. George and Larry in particular saw landing crafts heading their way towards the beach. The cops and the surviving naval personnel took up arms. Fletcher took out his C34 pistol while Larry grabbed an M1899 shotgun.

>“They’re coming boys,” a police sergeant shouted. “get ready to defend this beach.” Then, the crafts landed. “Give 'em hell!” The officers and the personnel fired upon the invaders with shotguns, pistols and SMGs. Shokktroopers stormed the beaches towards the waiting defenders and provided their charging comrades with suppressive fire.

>The police and the navy started to pick them off one by one, supported by police snipers on rooftops. Amidst the chaos of the battle, George saw some RL-V light tanks coming up on shore and quickly dispatched the Orionites. One aimed its gun towards them. “Get down!” He shouted to Larry as they ran from their car before it exploded into a flaming wreck.

>The Shokktroopers, thanks to their numbers and experience from the Centauran War, overwhelmed the officers and naval personnel. The surviving four cops, including George and Larry were forced to retreat out of the city. “Come one guys, we need to get out of here!” George shouted. They hopped into the police van (which is the only vehicle not damaged in the scuffle) and George, being in the driver seat, hit the gas, bullets from the shokktroopers whizzing past or hitting the vehicle. 

>As they drove through the city, George spotted a squadron of planes flying towards them in the rear-view mirror. His heart sank, for they were Antarean light bombers (with the unmistakable white paintjob and red triangle on their wings) and they began unloading their payload, bombs exploding all around them as they levelled buildings left and right.  

>George’s brows went wet with sweat, Only God knows whether they will make it out of this city alive, or become buried in its rubble. But then he saw another squadron of planes and they began to engage with the other planes from the opposite direction. They were Orionite fighter planes from the inland Venator Airbase. The aerial fight distracted the Antareans long enough for the cops to make it to the outskirts of the city and speed towards the ports on the Eastern region. “Whew,” exclaimed Larry as he breathed heavily, “thank Jatkaa for the airforce’’s arrival to distract them.”

>They reached the ports where people and cars were getting on ships that would take them to the mainland and the navy was overseeing the evacuation. “Guys, there’s the port!” Commented George, “And look, most of the ships had already left. If we make it there on time, we could catch up with the evacuation.” The officers entered the port and stopped inches away in front of an NCO. “What the hell are you guys doing here?! And where the hell have you been?!” He shouted, infuriated. George explained the whole fight at the beach and how they were saved by intervening Orionite fighters. The officer rolled his eyes uninterested at the cop’s yapping. “Hurry up you four, we don’t have much time. Get on the ships.” The four officers ran onto the last ship, which set sail towards the mainland, far from the chaos in Madison Island.

A week later, Antarean North Group was able to capture the Western half of Madison Island, which included the airbase and what remained of the port. Civilians scrambled to evacuate to the Orionite mainland. The Invasion of Orion (which included the Battle of Madison Island) served as the pen that wrote the Orionite declaration of war against the Antares Imperium, thus marking the time for Orion to go “over there”.

Hey guys, I wanted to address what I said in the FORMA Discord server...

I said the most stupid crap I anyone could say on the FORMA Discord server, and I knew it. Now, I could say that "it just slipped out of my mind" , but I realised that making such excuses is going to make the situation worse. In fact, no excuse is ever going to justify what I said.

Let's address the elephant in the room: That being me saying "What if Airship Assault and Centaura/Dead Ahead did a collab", which a lot of people on the server took it to mean "me wanting Airship Assault to take place on Forma." Now, I am really sorry if I offended, disappointed or upset you this way. I realised it was stupid of me to ask such a thing. In fact, I didn't know Airship Assault was hated in the FORMA Discord server (to my knowledge at least). But even then (like I said earlier), such excuse is not going to redirect any accountability away from me.

I also wanted to apologise for annoying the Discord Mods by asking the most stupid questions that really got on their nerves (especially to you Enny and Blue (if you guys are reading this)). Now, I don't know how long until the mods decide to unmute me and give me another chance (it could be for a week, a month or even a year), but even if you muted me forever, I just wanted to say I take full accountability for my actions.

Perhaps me getting muted off the Forma Discord and getting clowned on Reddit when I posted it is a sign that I should try to change my ways. I could no longer ignore my mistakes nor could I keep acting like a moron and a jerk any longer.

Now, what does that mean for my fanfiction? Perhaps I could post it on anywhere (including on Wattpad) but here for the moment. In addition, I am renaming certain characters since u/MagnumFreddy no longer allowed me to use her characters anymore.

Now, a lot of people are really mad at me for this decision and might not want to forgive me, even when I made this post. So, the most of what I can do, is take a huge slice of that accountability pie, swallow it and change my ways. Also, I should stop posting on this Subreddit itself or leave if I had to (it could be for a week, a month or even a year. Perhaps I would never come back at all), though I may leave a few comments on other OP's posts. But whatever the case, I am really sorry for that stunt and all other stunts I pulled on Discord and this subreddit and I take full accountability for all my actions. It is my fault, I deserved what's coming to me, I messed up and I will try to do better with my whole character in general.

I made this point to address this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/Centaura_Roblox/comments/1umblch/i_got_muted_in_the_forma_discord_server/