TRIBES? Starsiege TRIBES Is a Unique First-Person Shooter Set in the Starsiege Universe
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A WHOLE NEW UNIVERSE OF 3D C O M B A T S I M “The game is fast and fun with dazzling 3D landscapes.” - G A M E P O W E R ww w . s t a r s i e g e . c o m “Clearly the frontrunner in the industry-wide mech war.” Go for the ‘Goad’... - O G R . C O M To purchase call 1 (800) 757-7707 or visit your local retailer. © 1998 Sierra On-Line, Inc., Bellevue, WA 98007 ® and/or TM designate trademarks of, or licensed to, Sierra On-Line, Inc. All rights reserved. 8366710 Table of Contents 1. Overview and Introduction 3 What is Starsiege TRIBES? Starsiege TRIBES is a unique first-person shooter set in the Starsiege universe. Combining breathtaking visual 2. Quick Start 4 displays with seamless gameplay, TRIBES will revolutionize the world of multiplayer squad-level games. 3. Timeline and Fiction 5 With never-before-seen features like the "commander view," full support for team multiplayer games and worlds that stretch out for kilometers, TRIBES will revolutionize the way you look at and play first-person shooters. 4. Menu System 28 Installation Instructions Insert the Starsiege TRIBES CD-ROM into your CD drive. The Autostart program will automatically 5. Playing the Game 35 begin the installation procedure. Follow the instructions listed on the screen to install and begin playing Starsiege TRIBES. 6. Personal Digital Assistant 52 System requirements and a troubleshooting guide are found in the “README” file on the TRIBES CD-ROM 7. Mission Types 59 as well as the Starsiege TRIBES website at http://www.tribesplayers.com, in addition to an on-line manual containing the most up-to-date information about TRIBES setup. 8. Advanced Reference Section 61 9. Credits 76 Index 79 2 3 Note: If this is your first time playing TRIBES, it is highly recommended you start by playing the single-player Newblood “training” missions in order to acquaint yourself with the controls and feel of the game. Once you feel by Blake Hutchins comfortable enough to jump into a multiplayer game, follow the steps below: Minax Phasma III • Dial up your ISP (Internet Service Provider) to get connected to the Internet. Month of the Burning Swan, 3940 Old Earth Reckoning • Open TRIBES, either by double-clicking on the TRIBES icon on your desktop or by selecting it from your START menu. “Pay attention, new- • Select the PLAY GAME button. blood!” Minerva yells across your comlink. Too • Type in a name for your player and click on DONE. late, you spot the Blood • Click on the NEXT button in the lower right-hand corner of the screen. Eagle hoplites waiting on • Select JOIN MULTIPLAYER. Click on NEXT when done. the rise below. Instinctively, you cut • Select a server from the list that is not grayed out. The server list may take a few moments to appear. power to your flight pack For the best performance, choose a game that has a green or yellow circle in the Connection and plummet downward. Quality column. A red circle indicates that you may suffer from “lag.” (see PING and Lag on page 33) A spinfusor disk slices • Click on JOIN GAME to join the server. overhead in a blue-hot whirl, instant death miss- • Kick some butt. ing by an arm’s length. • You can disconnect from the server and quit from the game at any time by pressing the Esc key and Around you, your tribes- choosing DISCONNECT. mates engage the scarlet- armored Blood Eagle in bright candle flare bursts of plasma and the 4 5 Tribes Fiction Tribes Fiction sharp, popping crackle greaves feel Telamonian’s of laser bolts. like small barrels blur; Someone to your left protection explosive screams and explodes amid the flechettes in white fire. chaos erupt- shred alien ing around soil into Remember your train- you. chaff around ing, your father’s voice the Blood whispers from Keep moving, Eagle. The memory, and you Minerva told hoplites acti- realize you must follow you as the vate their your lessons to the let- warband’s flight packs, ter if you are to survive dropship and they’re this day. This is no creaked and agile enough training game, and rocked its to evade the you’re not facing the way down brunt of prospect of bruises or from the your deadly embarrassment. These blackness of spray. Only a are Blood Eagle, your orbit only a few of your people’s ancient foes, few hours rounds hit, and they will kill you if ago. It’s the sparking they can. main thing that’ll keep you alive -- that and not harmlessly off the shield-reinforced crimson armors. panicking! Trust your instincts, newblood! Phoenix A warrior in heavy Myrmidon-class armor simply You fall through a deceptively peaceful blue sky suring weight of a Telamonian-made minigun, mul- knows enough scroffin’ time’s been spent developing stands there, grinning behind his transteel faceplate. tiple barrels poised to begin their deadly spin. The toward rocky hills covered with the barbed, brittle them, ayia? You curse your poor aim, and land with bone-jarring familiar tingle of a phased-shield aura across your stuff that passes for grass in this place. Dry alien air impact in a soft crunch of dry pseudo-grass, your skin indicates your Hoplite armor is active, but right stings your nostrils despite the filter plugs. The sun Triggering your flight pack again, you arrest your fall powerful legs absorbing the shock easily. now the nano-threaded polybronze breastplate and is a distant white glow, and you hold the hard, reas- with a jolt and swing the minigun at the foe. The 6 7 Tribes Fiction Tribes Fiction favor swiftness and dar- scream in triumph, but there’s no pleasure in it. The range. You can’t even hear her scream under the ing. The Diamond Sword, stench of blood and ozone and burnt flesh fills you roar of the flames. who weave strategies of instead. shadow and steel. And Minigun. Longrifle. Disker. Grenade launcher. the Blood Eagle, butchers It is better to die than suffer capture by the Blood Blaster. Hellshot. Lascarbine. Hawktorps. who laugh in the face Eagle, you once told your father’s sister years ago. Plascannon. Sword. Shockchain. Knife. Tetrahook. of fire... She looked into your eyes serenely and replied, Club. Hand. Foot. Teeth. You’ve trained with all Ayia! Fear is their weapon, true. But you are of the these weapons since you were old enough to walk, Minerva swoops up on a Children of the Phoenix, the first tribe, the eldest and their use is now deeply instinctive for you. Still, blue trail of phosphores- tribe, the pure ones sprung from the Blessed you remember your father’s words to you upon cence and fires a brace of Harabec himself, hero of the Cybrid Wars, savior of Presentation after your received the Dragon Marks grenades at the myrmi- humanity. Such knowledge will spur you above fear. of adulthood: Your life, too, is a weapon. don. The Blood Eagle warrior leaps ponderous- A couple of laser pulses hit you in the back, searing You land on your belly and skid down a slope in a ly aside, but the grenades’ even through the shield aura, and you grunt in pain, dry cloud of dirt, through charred patches where staccato explosion swats but the armor holds. You look over your shoulder blaster bolts scored the ground. Two Blood Eagle him away like a broken and trigger your flight pack to thrust you into that peltasts snipe at you, first one, then the other, as you doll and hammers you indifferent blue sky. Another bolt scorches a fur- scramble to reload the minigun with a second back a few steps. A row in the ground under you, and you vector ammo canister. Your shield aura won’t hold much Blood Eagle hoplite toward the sniper, a female hoplite, emptying the longer, and you’re bleeding from a half-dozen scores Minerva with a Telamonian at her as she tries to maintain cover in minor wounds. The flamer is lost, dropped by the laser as she descends the rocks of the hilltop. A bellyful of fear gives your smouldering remains of your last kill. Come on! onto the hillside. An hands speed as you let the useless minigun snap you pray. You’ve done this hundreds of times Your lessons. Yes, you remember how you sat with instant later, you regain your balance and hose the back to standby on the warharness while you pull before, under fire, underwater, in the dark -- all in the other children on the training ground of your bastard down with your minigun. The Blood Eagle up your plascannon. The Blood Eagle raises her training -- but now your fingers can’t get a good birthworld, listening to Old Kantele as he lectured in staggers under the incandescent hail and falls as longrifle too late as you drop directly onto her and grip on the canister. Then you fetch up against a his rasping whisper ... There are only three foes wor- your flechettes finally penetrate and find meat to crash a boot into her faceplate. The next instant, you rock and the ammo’s gone. Dust is everywhere. A thy of our mettle, young ones. The Starwolf, who explode in. You have marked your first kill, and you unload white-hot plasma into her at point-blank hyper-vee round whangs off your cuirass, and you 8 9 Tribes Fiction Tribes Fiction people cry out for disembarked from the vengeance, the elders said.