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[Water shotgun would translate as firing a bunch of ice spikes everywhere. Fireball shotgun is a bunch of very hot small semi-solid mini-fireballs. Earth shotgun would be what was detailed above.  It would take a lot of pressure upon the water to cut anything in half with it, and again, control issues.  You might not be able to control such force and cut off your own foot or blow off your hand or something.

Of course, you could always just happen to roll another natural 20, because it seems the Wizards dice roller loves you. *shrugs* I wouldn't press it. It's a very slim chance you could do it perfectly without consequences.]

You don't understand the concept of "peace". Why live next to a competitor and allow it to consume resources? Best to kill it and consume their resources.

You recall that the Flowers are semi-sentient beings you have a symbiotic relationship with. They provide food, fuel, chemicals, and are otherwise completely vital to Our life-cycle. While synthetic versions of the compounds have been made that are barely enough to provide vital nutrients, and traces can be extracted from the dead, it is not yet possible to manufacture fuel from it.

The planet itself is unpleasantly cool, and it is already daytime. The ship, however, is glowing hot in many places, and there are many fires from the friction of the uncontrolled crash-landing and the inevitable fires that occur with violent crash-landings and volatile substances.

You note that You should work on Your mental syntax to Yourself. You command the warriors to strip the ship of anything useful or edible that they can find Us without requiring serious repairs to their bodies. You possess the largest Drone and begin to dig faster, emitting the proper Pheromones to mark Our nest. Lastly, Tou position yourself next to Our hulking Nurse Drone and gorge Yourself upon Our corpses.

Time passes, and before long, You are full. The soldiers recover and strip everything of value from the ship, including the mostly-intact Sensory Array and some point defense laser weaponry from the ship. You proceed to enter the Nest and begin to insulate the area while the Nurse feeds and the Drones begin to manufacture basic entryway defenses.

You feel as though several of Your eggs have reached the maturity level required to be laid as Drones. You also sense the hunger of your Soldiers and Drones, and rapidly calculate that you have sufficient biomass to feed one group or the other. You are aware that they will survive for some time without eating, but that it will impair their performance. Likewise, you can order the Nurse to stop feeding and feed both, but the Nurse is considerably more evolved and expensive than Drones or Warriors.

[You are:
1 Queen Alien
1 Level 3 Nurse Drone
2 Level 2 Navigation Drones
17 Basic Drones
1 Flying Warrior
4 Basic Warriors
20 Drone Larvae
96 Eggs
4 Drone Eggs

You own:
A Partially Damaged Reactor
A Bunch of Spare Parts
Point Defense Laser
A Lot of Damaged to Intact Metal Plating
Many Computer Parts / Wiring
40 Dormant Flowers
Relevant Tools
A Queen-Sized Light Energy Machine Gun
A Soldier-Sized Light Energy Blaster
Dead Biped Test Subjects
A Sensory Array
A Half-Digested Dead Level Three Armored Warrior
Various Uneaten Dead Drones

Your Nest:
A Queen's Chamber
The Beginnings of an Earthworks]

You confer with Wes about such a weapon.

"That honestly sounds kind of stupid, but he could probably make you a chain sock and stick a metal ball at the end..."

Dick.

You ask anyway, and the shopkeeper simply laughs at you. After examining a few more weapons, you and Wes leave to head towards the market, and look for dark alleyways and trouble in the process.

[Roll(1d20)+2:
20,+2
Total:22]

[DM note: First off, what the hell is with the Dungeons and Dragons dice roller, this game, and natural 20's? Second off...]

Obviously, trouble finds you in the form of what is either a very large and unlikely City Watch, or a crew of rag-tag mercenaries - brigands, more like it. There's only twenty of them, but they are all well-equipped indeed. He points at you, then at your bag, and makes a throat-slitting gesture.

Welp. Pretty obvious what THAT means. You glance at Wes, who seems completely at ease with the situation, if not amused. That's well and good for him, wearing his armor and having a shield and a sword, and being able to run really really fast. Not so much you, with your brick in a sock and being able to run really fast.

Now what?

[Earth, Mars, Titan. I know Titan was described incorrectly; the Alien Homeworld is far away.]

A quantum eternity passes as you drift within the memories of your mind. White the art of changing Us to adapt is one you are comfortable with, you feel more comfortable building things to make them adapt to Us and to fight wars for Us. Or at least, to make Us better at killing.

The proximity alarms begin to go off. You brace yourself and bend the joints of your lower six legs.

After a short period of dizzying free-fall, your ship crashes and fragments, leaving your chamber exposed to the dry, dusty air. You stagger to your feet and examine your egg sack. Good. Safe. You rub your antennae together, creating a hideous metal shriek. Over the period of a half-hour, your Colony is assembled outside the remains of your ship.

You are:
1 Queen Alien
1 Level 3 Nurse Drone
2 Level 2 Navigation Drones
17 Basic Drones
1 Flying Warrior
4 Basic Warriors
20 Larvae
100 Eggs

You own:
A Partially Damaged Reactor
Damaged Metal Plating
Computer Parts / Wiring
40 Dormant Flowers
Relevant Tools
A Light Energy Machine Gun

What now? You feel the instinctual need to build a hive with a hatching chamber, but you pause and wait, examining the wreckage of your ship as the Drones begin to tunnel into the ground, Warriors standing by. There is biomass to consume within (mostly, dead drones and soldiers, but a few "experimental test subjects), and you can extract more from the wreckage before dust and environmental damage ruin the more delicate equipment.

Of course, it's burning hot, and given the length of your trip, you are pretty sure that SOMETHING is going to come along to examine it. The Bipedals tend to shoot first and vivisect later.

Experiment to make more nanobots.

Make large conductive arrays that are thin and capable of movement to generate power from both the air current, ambient electricity, and maybe the sun if we can do so easily. If not, just the motion and electromag power.

Examine bacteria to see if it is dangerous and what traits would be beneficial to adapt.

If so, retreat, call for help and consume it with your buddies; if not, build some basic killbots and proceed with the killing.

After that, begin infrastructure construction.