Sclawous:
“As betrayed as i feel, i will listen to you, Unit.”

Grotch:
“I just… Just wanted to remind you, that we will not experience this silence for much longer. By now, the Gal Coalition should know of our future existence, and they will probably start sending kill-waves of units.”

Sclawous:
“That… Actually is grim news. This reminds me of something: I can view the scout groups, and see into the land through them, and then i noticed the Lock Golems. I spontaneously spawned the Key Golems to counter them, since keys open locks. Was this a good choice Unit?”

Grotch:
“I actually don’t know sir! i have never encountered Lock Golems before!”

Sclawous:
“Another question: I was here before you became a faction officially again, and so were you. Do you not require any sort of payment from that?”

Grotch:
“No sir, there we were Mercs. Mercs do not go insane without upkeep, but it helps them eat. And as long as we have any kind of city, with some upkeep we could eat. So we took care of ourselves until we spawned you. I will not lie to you anymore sir.”

Sclawous:
“Thank you Unit.”

The miners keep going, and crash into a natural yellow, blue and green gem! Huzzah!

Being simple natural color gems, they are swiftly converted to Shingles! 90 Shingles!

They keep going.

Outside the Mine, Sclawous makes sure HUDSON has added the Upkeep information to the Units Tab.

The Farms produce their Shingle amount.

Sclawous:
“Ok. Now we can pay the Upkeep, and have revenue to work with. We should either focus on getting some defensive structures by finding a means to build buildings with Shingles, or we should bolster our forces. 12 units does not an army make.”

Grotch:
“Right sir. I suggest we wait till after Upkeep, since then you will have more Shingles than if you start to order units right away.”