At the edge of known space, the rebellion found breathing space.
Here they found places to train, gather resources and plan. Some
garrisons were almost pleasant. On Lima 4 the garrison was
posted to protect a Helium 3 mining operation. Then something
was found in the hills and archaeologists were called in. Soon a
second platoon was sent in to bolster the garrison. Still, the
climate was good, and there was a saloon with some "local color"
and hot chow. The garrison even received regular shipments of
*real* coffee. One day after the morning coffee break,
it all fell apart...
Great game done by Mark Kinsey