Day 32 (colonial time) I arrived to a colony in despair. Hunger ran rampant through the colony, and all they could offer was liquor! That's why they chose me for these few days? To avert the crisis? And what had happened to the other manager before me? Will I ever know? Probably not. I set to work. I stopped all beer production that used precious wheat and went to investigate the kitchen. It was old and worn out and the crew didn't seem to like it that much. Not at all, honestly. So I ordered a new kitchen to be built. A small one, just for churning out a quick amount of food. In the meantime I ordered more food to be foraged and more wood to be chopped. And stopped all non essential productions to free up more people. All seemed well and good. Night 32 to 33. The hunger struck. Somewhere far from our raw food, some colonists tried to steal back our stolen bottled food from the bandits. But as they approached they got scared and ran until the hunger made them turn back again. A vicious circle! Some died that night, others took their place in the line. I had to do something about the "no killing bandits" policy our empire had ordered. That's when it hit me. Mines! Build and place mines in their camp and then deny ownership of them! Day 33 Although the empire knew about our dire crisis they tried to send me more colonists. I used my charm to receive none. At the same time they thought it would be good to occupy the colonists thoughts with some scientific experiments. I agreed and watched the newly dropped box get picked up by the slightly not-so-sane Agamemnon. Like a child with a new toy he picked it up and started to study it.... moments later he no longer existed. It was a disaster! But to further add to my insult a group of Novorusians wanted a piece of the cake. No sire! No More! No casualties from the Novorusian confrontation. But as I watched my troops in the after-slaughter them I saw something peculiar. Our soldier Guy Mapple went away to a bandit camp and offered them a pistol. I was about to frontier justices him when I decided against it. This requires more study. Multiple casualties from starvation hit just when the first oven started to churn out delicious stew! Day 34 The stew got eaten faster than it could be produced. With only one oven in action and two on the way all I could do was wait. Not long before the nightfall the two remaining ovens were in action. Gracefully the new kitchen crew worked their magic. I have left the old kitchen standing, as a monument of the deaths it caused. Before I took the air ship home I made sure the production of the mines were in effect. The crisis is far from over. But with some delicate management at least some of the colonists can survive. As for the rest... Lucky me that the air ship has plenty of food and booze.