Reception
| Aggregator | Score |
|---|---|
| GameRankings | 82.8% |
| Metacritic | 84% |
| 1990s Reviews | Score |
| Mayer | 3.5/5 |
| Meinfelder | 3/5 |
| Ward | 8.7 |
| 2000s Reviews | Score |
| Ocampo | 6.0 |
Reviews shortly after publication were generally very favorable, and the game won the Origins Award for Best Fantasy or Science Fiction Computer Game of 1996. However, reviewers' detailed comments on aspects of the game differed, especially in comparisons with its predecessor Master of Orion. Some liked the additional gameplay features in Master of Orion II, while others preferred the simpler approach of Master of Orion. Some reviewers criticized the level of micromanagement needed in Master of Orion II, but Tom Chick found it fairly easy to control. Opinions also varied about: the single-player AI, tactical combat, warship design facility, and custom races. However, reviewers appreciated the replay value provided by the wide range of galaxy, race and other options.
Complaints that the loading of artwork from CD made the game run slowly led to recommendations to download the entire CD onto hard disk before play. A review specifically for the Mac version complained that the user interface was "clunky", as this PC port lacked features common in programs originally developed for the Mac.
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