“Wheels us about and out of range of those M.A.G. cannons.” You command.Upon your orders, you feel yourself shift to the right as the side thrusters engage and begin to move aside on a hard port.Moving quickly, your fleet suffers a few more M.A.G. round volleys, but with your heavier ships soaking up the fire, most rounds simply bounce off the thick plates or miss entirely.The pirates, out of intellect or out of fear, do not pursue your disengaging fleet, seemingly content to maintain their position.“Sensors, I want full a sweep of the asteroid field. Look for more ships and hidden fortifications.” You order the sensors officer. “Tetreault, damage report.”“Other than the three lost frigates of commander Desmond, we had not suffered any additional losses. Minor scarring upon the hull, at least based on the initial reports. The rest of the fleet had also suffered negligible damage, sir.”“Have the fleet stay just our of range of enemy fire, for now.”You spend following minutes in silence, your sensors working tirelessly to run scans through the various asteroids.“Sir, I am not detecting any other power signatures, it could be possible that the enemy is currently on silent running.” Reports the sensors officer.“Tetreault, can we bypass them ?”“Yes, sir. If scans are to be trusted, this seems to be a small fortification, perhaps one of the pirate’s outposts, but if we want to, we could simply bypass them. That is, unless the pirates willingly employ more or less their entire manpower pool to block out any movement around the system’s star.”“I assume they fortified all parts of the asteroid.”“Most likely, captain. If we choose to attack, we will have to brave the guns.”>”Then we go around. Let the pirates posture themselves here.”>”We attack, let our cannons split them apart. Asteroids included.”>”We will attack, get Warwich here as well, his marines will have to secure those asteroids.”>(Write in)
>>5250953>>”Then we go around. Let the pirates posture themselves here.”
>>5250953>"Those asteroids are mostly stationary, and we can move. Rain fire on them from afar- we'll win the artillery duel handily."
>>5250953>>(Write in)have alpizar take an asteroid of about equal size to the defensive asteroids from somewhere close by, and speed it up against the asteroid(s), specifically such that they will act like a buckshot to the smaller ships behind em when they crack each other.and if that isn't accepted, then i vote>"Those asteroids are mostly stationary, and we can move. Rain fire on them from afar. we'll win the artillery duel handily."
>>5250980I'll change and support your write-in
>>5250953>"Those asteroids are mostly stationary, and we can move. Rain fire on them from afar- we'll win the artillery duel handily."Once we get a gap it's game over for them.
>>5250967Second this but also> have our missile ships ripple fire their missiles in waves so that they arrive just behind the first mass wave of rail gun and MAG fire, however when the escorts comes out to intercept them before they can hit the asteroids the target will change to the ships so we can board the asteroids in hopes of taking prisoners and intel
>>5250953>>"Those asteroids are mostly stationary, and we can move. Rain fire on them from afar. we'll win the artillery duel handily."
>>5250953>>”We attack, let our cannons split them apart. Asteroids included.”
>>5251053Also giving support to this one.
Hopefully we don't take too much damage
what type of ships would the pirates have?
>>5250953>>"Those asteroids are mostly stationary, and we can move. Rain fire on them from afar. we'll win the artillery duel handily.">(Write in)can we shoot the asteroids in a way they start spinning? from a "save" distance if possible?
>>5250980Support. Newton's laws of motion are fun.
Artillery duel 5>>5250980 write in 6Charge 1A swinging you go.3d100 best of 3
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>5252249
Rolled 74, 36, 61 = 171 (3d100)>>5252249
Rolled 85, 67, 29 = 181 (3d100)>>5252249
Rolled 55, 21, 78 = 154 (3d100)>>5252249rollan
Rolls are 85 67 78I am also posting this, just incase new anons stumbled across this.Useful links:Military/Noble rankings https://pastebin.com/gLcTWzXEArchive Links https://pastebin.com/uWJ38wnzTimeline of the setting https://pastebin.com/bzhWWDkjShips https://pastebin.com/8LxdVHfmDramatis Personae https://pastebin.com/epJfFJd7
“Not necessarily.” Hand under your chin you say with a predatory smile. “Tell me. Would it be possible to drag an asteroid ? Let us say, one of a similar size of the ones that the pirates had fortified.”“It would be, possible. It would require almost a full power divertion to the primary thrusters by our cruisers. It would leave our force terribly exposed to any counter attack, should the pirates realize what we are doing. To ensure a precise strike we would have to come close before flinging the asteroid.”“If we fail ?”“Presuming that the pirates break through our escorts, they could try to cut the cables. With their current force, that would be the most likely course of action.”“And if we succeed, we crack the asteroids, the debris becomes the equivalent of buckshot and it annihilates everything behind it.” You play out the plan in your head, thinking off potential losses and potential gains.If the enemy rallies, your cruisers would be of no help with the initial engagement, even if you reroute the power, your ships would have a hard time manoeuvring. However, it also means that you will not have to sit out a nuking match with the asteroids, meters worth of rock would work just as well as any more in the absorption of your blows.“Prepare the fleet. We’re taking the risk.” You eventually make up your mind.-(POV shift: You are Isma'il Bronstein, just one of the rank-and-file under command of the “Ghoul”.)You hated every moment of this. As you drilled deep a hole into an asteroid. Your reinforced suit allowing for easy and graceful mobility. Unfortunately, you had to orient yourself via a jetpack, no metal here to magnetize yourself to.Why were you doing this ? Well, your brilliant captain had decided to play the celestial equivalent of bowling, and now it came down to you and others to do this crazy task.Unlike the officership core, the everyday enlisted men and women had no pick of where they were assigned to, you were commoners after all.You can already see it at the back of your head. This plan will go in one of three ways. Somehow, some-fucking-how, your captain’s plan will work, as if guided by some greater power. Alternatively, you will get bogged down, and through sheer gritted teeth eventually manage a breakthrough that will leave you just as beaten as your opponent. Finally, said creative interpretations of reality will bite the captain in the ass, and maybe this time, he will lose something else other than a leg. Not that it seems to have stopped him any.“Bronstein ! Get your head out of your ass and stop daydreaming.” A voice sharply cuts in.Looking around, you see Warrant officer Radu, a good man, and unlike most of the officers of the ghoul, has a sense of self-preservation.“I am on it, sir.” You respond. “But, sir. Can I ask, why are we doing this ?”“Cause captain said so.” Oh, brilliant.
>>5252440“I know how some of you feel, I can sympathize, hell, I spent the longest with the madman, no one report me to the XO, got it ?” He quickly interjects. “But let me ask you, had the captain ever abandoned any of you ? When the Vigilance was collapsing all around us, did he tell us to keep to our posts, to ensure his success ?” He waits in silence.“No, sir.” Eventually another voice responds.“If the captain risks something, he puts himself in the harm’s way. Look at this, swinging an asteroid with the forces and engines we have, insanity, most of you think.” You lower your head as Radu looks over you specifically. “However, it is a plan that guarantees survival to the maximum, should it succeed. The captain is one of us, someone who came from the grassroots, he cares, he has to make harsh decisions as his command demands, but he cares.”A few agreements are given in return. “Besides, men, don’t you want to swing an asteroid and see what happens when it hits up close ?” He says with a clear smile on his face.“I’d rather not be on the asteroid when that happens, sir.” You say, earning chuckles from the people around you.“Then you better make sure those cables are dug in deep, and they are dug in fast.” The warrant officer states.-(End of POV shift.)“Captain, the cables are attached and the crews are once more onboard.” Reports Tetrault.“Good. Sensors, comms, any movement from the pirates ?”“Nothing on my end, captain.” Says the sensors officer.“I am detecting an uptick in comms chatter between the pirate frigates, sir.” Finishes the comms officer.“Helmsman.” You say, purposefully holding your words for a moment. “Full. Burn.”You crash back to your seat, overclocked thrusters enforcing their Gs upon you, the artificial gravity struggling to compensate for it.“More power !” You command.Four light cruisers in total firing their engines at full burn, what a sight to behold, especially Rasia’s face when she heard of your plan. You are quite certain that she plans to hit you when she meets you, since you were unable to keep in your laughter. But that is a crisis to deal with another time.Upon your tactical display, you watch with fascination as the asteroid, slowly, ponderously, begins to move. The sheer amount of energy you are outputting must be confusing the ever living shit out of the pirates right about now. Wonder how their faces are looking right about now. You cannot help but smile at that thought.The asteroid chosen for the task was taken from one of the outer asteroid belts, to ensure that you can build up as much momentum as possible. Still, accelerating the rock is not that hard, the issue will come trying to land a hit.In order to ensure that you are not interfered with, your destroyers and frigates had been placed around you in a screening formation, they will have to hold ground without the assistance of your cannons.
>>5252441“Sir, report from Lady-Commander Datz, his scanners had picked up incoming pirate forces on intercept, they appear to be flanking from the sides, trying to avoid coming directly in front of the light cruisers.” Reports the comms officer, as you had to scale back power on your sensors.“Understood, inform him that the pirates cannot break the cables or destroy our thrusters, no matter the cost.”...-(POV shift: You are Lady-Commander Ioanna Datz, in command of the screening force.)“Sir, the enemy seems to have divided their forces equally. A Reaver-class destroyer escorted by seven or eight Wolf-classes assisted by four or five Defender-classes, on port and starboard.” Reports your sensors officer.“Understood, relay my orders, divide our forces equally, have our missile destroyer and missile frigates concentrate on the side with the smallest number of Defenders. Ensure overlapping arcs of fire from out Raider-classes. Keep the frigate forces in reserve, have them prepared to sally out once our distanced is closed. Form a tight formation directly around the exposed cables. Catch stray rounds upon our hulls if we have to.”A flurry of commands later, the pirates strike viciously. Willingly diving towards you. As you had ordered, your destroyers unleash a storm of railgun and M.A.G. rounds, frigates are destroyed left and right, but the charge continues on regardless.Missile vessel fire sees your port attackers almost entirely crippled, yet they charge.A brilliant flash informs you that something important was hit on the port destroyer, with that, you had crippled one side, before even having to unleash your frigates, your own destroyers taking the brunt of fire, hold. They will have to spend weeks in drydock after this, but not a single ship is lost.That is, until your tactical display screams as you see the final destroyer, before it completely collapses, fire something off. Missiles ? No, too large, too fast for ships their side. Suddenly, it dawns on you. Boarding ships. You are reminded of the reports of when the captain’s marines had encountered those cybernetic soldiers.The quartet of boarding ships activate their own engines, emitting enough Gs to cripple an unaugmented human.“Concentrate fire on those boarding vessels.” You command as their distance draws ever closer.One explodes in a shower of brilliant red as a missile impacts it successfully, another is cleanly cut in half, its hull horrifically deformed as the M.A.G. round passed through it. The third is annihilated by railgun fire, torn to literal shreds. But the last one, the last one manages to get through.You could fire off your thrusters, your destroyer is speedy enough to get out of the way, but that means that the torpedo will impact the Captain’s ship.
>>5252444Smiling wearily, you do not order the ship to dodge, after all, you are on probation, it would not do you good to abandon your orders once more.I better get a medal and a promotion after this, captain.-(End of POV shift.)Inaccurate fire greets you as you finally enter the range and you can guarantee a hit.Cutting the cables, your overpowered engines quickly allow you to dodge to the side.Panic must have overtaken the pirates, as the M.A.G. fire had almost entirely stopped, and for good reason.The asteroid impacts, crumbling its kin and unleashing debris on all sides, ripping apart nearby asteroids in a cascading reaction, utterly obliterating the nearby asteroid grouping, leaving a gap in the ring where no large asteroid exists. All this in the backdrop the system’s start invokes the feeling of a classical painting. Of a vengeful deity venting its anger upon unsuspecting men.However, you cannot enjoy your victory for too long, a fine victory that resulted in no ships lost. The fact that Lady-Commander Ioanna Datz is not responding to any hailing requests, her destroyer being dead in space.>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.>You cannot risk it, have the vessel destroyed.>Just sit and watch, await any message.>(Write in)
>>5252446>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.
>>5252446>>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.No man left behind
>>5252446>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.Specifically request the intelligence officer helps.
>>5252444>Lady-Commander Datz, his scanners, inform him,her erm i mean his prefered pronouns?>>5252446>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.dont retake it or at least dont absolutly force it, just get our crew out, if our marines say they can retake, do so, else just slag it.
>>5252446>>Gather every man you can, retake the destroyer and ensure the safety of its crew.
just passing through, closed eyes fingers crossed
Alright, retaking the destroyer it is.3d100 best of 3>>5252580>her erm i mean his prefered pronouns?Shush, you. Sleep deprivation makes by brain write funny things. Like putting Taigon in charge of the battle only for later to realize that he is sitting his ass on a cruiser.
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>5255207
Rolled 74 (1d100)>>5255207
Rolled 36, 35, 97 = 168 (3d100)>>5255207
Rolled 39, 50, 22 = 111 (3d100)>>5255207
Rolled 64, 20, 11 = 95 (3d100)>>5255207
rolls are 64 50 97(crit)Writing.
“Comms, patch me through the fleet.” You command. Once connected, you begin. “Ladies and gentlemen. You know me as the “ghoul”, because of my reputation of leaving a trail of bodies wherever I walk. Because that reputation is deserved, I will not deny that my tactics can be excessive. However, know this, Fergus Proenza does not abandon his own. I am not issuing a direct order for any and all boarder forces to prepare for immediate deployment. Lady-Commander Ioanna Datz is most likely currently under siege by cybernetically enhanced soldiers who are closer to a tank than a marine. The boarders will be repelled, their back will be broken. Let it be known, that those that serve under me are – never – left behind, if I have anything to say about it. That is all, return to your posts, and prepare for battle.”You nod towards the comms officer, commanding him to cut the signal. “Warwick, prepare your marines, the order applies to you as well.” Turning your good eye towards the man, whom you had ordered up here as soon as you heard the news.“As you command, captain.” With a quick nod, he responds and walks out of the bridge to organize the men for battle, unable to join them as he himself is missing an arm.Your eyes ache, your leg feels like it is being pinpricked with needles. You wish to go as well, but you know damn well that with your injuries, you will be a liability and nothing more.-(POV shift: You are Lady-Commander Ioanna Datz, and you are bleeding.)A single breach, that’s all it took. Four men, no, not men, warmachines, had butchered everyone in their way. Ten of your household troops remain, the other forty had died buying time, trying to hold the breach and prevent the enemy from spreading. You had fought alongside them, earning yourself a wound horrific wound upon your stomach as a round pierced your armour. Were it not for your genetic enhancements and the sacrifice of your men, you would have joined them in their bloody graves.God, it fucking hurts ! You cannot help but wince and cough up more blood. You had removed your helmet, it did its job by stopping a piece of shrapnel that would have seen you decapitated, but now it is a useless piece of junk blocking your vision.The remainder of your marines had been equally split between the bridge and engineering, with explosive charges set on both. You’d rather die than let the bastards take control of the vessel.You slowly creep your way towards one of the intersections. Corpses, puddles of blood and gore, really, cover your path. You cannot even recognize the dead.
>>5255311Why are you risking yourself and sneaking about ? Well, when one of the explosive satchels had blown upon the body of one of the shits, you saw tubes, injectors. Mixtures of drugs constantly pumped into something. It either keeps the brain going, or it is a potent mixture of hallucinogens. You doubt that anyone who underwent such a procedure would be of a sound mind. And they way these things act, they are closer to animals acting on instinct that proper humans. They should have seized the most important sections of the ship, but instead they roam the corridors like berserkers obsessed with nothing but killing and slaughter.You hear it, how can you not ? The booming noise of an AT cannon, the noise of the round meant to tear apart light vehicles impacting flesh. Another one of your crew dead. Poking your head out, as little as possible, you see it. The handcannon still smoking, is raised towards what could be described as an innovative piece of contemporary art. Luckily, you recognise the bastard, he’s the one missing a chunk of his armour.Hefting your blade, you prepare to charge. You are going to need a deep cut, a guaranteed hit. Firing your rifle here will not cut it, so you will have to take the risk.Your prepared plunge is interrupted as breaching charges detonate across the ship.Shit ! What now ?Sounds of fire quickly start filling the vessel as you feel yourself pulled forwards. A hull breach directly into space.Snarling, you hold the blade tighter. It is the best opportunity you will get, and you are going to damn well use it.You breakout into a sprint, rapidly closing the distance.The thing hears you, his chest turns 180 degrees, feet still firmly planted forwards.“Sick scum !” You shout, for no other reason than to relieve your stress.Its shot goes wild, impacting the wall behind you, but just barely.You are in melee range now, thrusting your blade at the exposed chest, you suddenly feel vertigo. Unnaturally rotating its body, it slams against your chest, aggravating your wound. Smashing at the wall, you throw up, the disgusting mess is coloured red by your vitae.Your ribcage is broken, you think one of your lungs had been punctured. I’m dying. The thought goes through your head, as you struggle to breathe.Laughter, cold, mocking laughter. Distorted to such an extent that it takes you a moment to register it.“How does it feel, to die ? Is it scary, is it horrible ? Tell me, how does it feel, bitch.” The thing begins to speak.His left, actually resembling a proper hand, clasps around your neck and he begins to squeeze it.You can feel pressure build up around your wind pipe, your ruined lungs already make it hard to breathe, you can feel light-headedness begin to settle in, the pressure upon your spine builds up. Before it loosens.
>>5255314“Those markings, you are in command of this ship.” It states. “Noble scum, I will not let you die, we will have some fun before I end you. I do wonder how will your household guard react when they see your mangled body.”A shot rings. You cannot help but scream in pain as your left leg is blown off.“Come on, more ! Scream some more !” The beast, for there is no humanity left in it, continues to laugh maniacally.“Perhaps I will not kill you. Your body is needed to get the ship going after all. My other comrades are far too lost to realize this, but not I, my mind remained, despite the procedures. And I get to fully enjoy being a God of War !” It almost entirely screams. Reason and sanity long lost.Explosives rock the ship. The sound of gunfire had grown quiet, either because the atmosphere is almost gone, or whomever was fighting is now dead.“Shall we go for a stroll in the wondrous gardens, my fair lady ?” It laughs again.“Why had you grown so silent ? Are you not struggling more ? Are you not going to entertain me ?” It questions, almost pleadingly. “Why ? Why ? Why ? Why won’t you talk !?” It slams you against the wall with each question, ever faster, ever harder.You think your back is broken, you cannot feel your legs, but there is something that you can feel.Struggling to speak, you open your mouth. “Wh- Why.” He leans in closer as you finally answer it. “Don- don’t you, go, and have, a nice, walk.”“What ?” It seems confused as you smile.It looks down, to find that you had stuck your hand into its exposed armour, a hand clutching an explosive charge.“Go, to hell.” You utter as the hand upon your neck tightens, but before it can be snapped, the charge goes off.Ah, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Wonder how everyone will react when they learn that rowdy is the first to go. Tears begin to flow down your face, as you feel a chill, your consciousness slowly drifting away.As you mind goes, you swear you can hear something, something like a whisper. “-ʷᵉ ᶠᵒᵘnᵈ ʰᵉʳ, ʳᵉ-”Ahhh, this sucks. Just as I was on probation. Is your last thought before everything goes dark....-(End of POV shift.)“How is she ?” You ask with concern.“Still critical, but the worst had passed. It’s a miracle that she was found so quickly, the applied first aid is what saved her life.” Responds the medical officer aboard your Timur-class.“Good, I want to see her in action as soon as possible, doc. She’s a damned tough woman and I’d rather she stays that way.”“I cannot promise you anything, captain. But thanks to her genetic modifications, and with the first aid, and now with my own facilities, I can give you a good chance, but nothing more.” The doctor says.“She’ll live, I’m sure of it. And my gut’s never been wrong before.”
>>5255317“What a wonderful gut you have, captain. Unfortunately, I am the one tasked with putting them back in after every engagement, so I’d suggest to rely on it less.”You laugh at the doctor’s remark as you begin to leave the room. “I’m not dead yet, doc. And far more logical of my colleagues are.”The situation upon Datz’s ship was pretty bad, and it is till pretty bad. The vessel will have to be retired from frontline duty. It is still usable, once repaired and rearmed it will work just fine, but it is out of action for the moment.And you cannot wait for Datz’s recovery. According to your plan, the next system you are to jump to held an outpost, meaning that the terrain there was favourable for it. Another thing is also of concern – those cybered up pirates. The operations were extensive, you had thrown them to Iron to investigate, and now you are just waiting for his response.Suddenly, your comm rings, and the comms officer informs you. “Captain, a frigate bearing house Roy IFF has arrived. They are reporting that our own outpost are being attacked.”“Which ones ?” You ask.“All of them, sir.”Seems like we pissed off the pirates enough for them to actually attack us.>Continue on with your plan.>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.
>>5255318How much time would it take us to reach the nearest friendly outpost?
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.also +1 for waifu Datz the Zombie
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.reinforcements on the way.Can't have the supply line be cut at this critical moment.
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.Give datz a hug as soon as possible, Because damn if she aint a trooper.
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.if they are attacking it means we are working Also, Datz waifu route?
>>5255318>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.Warn our main Roy territory bases that they may be attacked soon and should be on the lookout.
>>5255318+1 for defending outposts and waifu datzTell her somthing like "you got one wish i cant refuse" Girls dig that
>>5255318>>Turnabout, rally at each and every outpost in the shortest about of time.Anon thirsty about our subordinate all of a sudden
>>5255331>>5255359>>5255383>>52554053 out 4 first post simp for Datz, sus i might say
>>5255529The waifu force is strong, Alpizar withdrawals.
>>5255718Don’t you dare, Alpi is still #1!Bloodthirsty Countess will probably be our bae though. Tet can remain as our sexy secretary.
>>5255724 not wanting to nurse tet into a meticioules enigma to crush our enemys with, shes gonna be a splendid captain if we get her to divert from her textbook fetish
>>5255718Your not making it any less sus, first time poster
>>5255939i mean she just displayed a ridicules amount of disregard for her own life in order to defeat the enemy. yknow what they say about birds and feathers.
>>5256105She did her duty, but this 180 towards her is weird.She our direct subordinate and military does not like the idea for obvious reasons.As she still most likely officer to go "AWOL" with our ships if we dont count pirates.Most likely officer to ignore our commands.Officer whos actions have lead lost of OUR ships.And if last thread is any indicator most likely officer to get court-martial.She did took down one "cyberpsycho", this good start but all should not be given.>>5256112No food for trolls, not even bread.
>>5255318>>Continue on with your plan.
>>5255529Nope I am real I mean my other vote is for the Countess but we don't have the prestige for that yet.
>>5256302Then we have 2 out 4. Will the other comment
>>5256161she literally did one (1) singular mistake and your painting her shes commit mutiny? also she just followed our order to the letter even intercepting a bording barge fully knowing what was onboard? I do agree she aint got the cleanest record but dam youre painting her as a straight up pirate. Also isnt she a niche of some bigshot (longserved captain at least?) in the countess fleet?And oh boy dont get me started on lost ships lmao we lead that margin by fucking lightyears.
>>5256316>your painting her shes commit mutiny?No anon, really you dont remember. As she is Old timer’s descendant, this is/was genuine worry. And not commit mutiny just leaving with our ships
>>5256400>our shipsThat are our her command
>>5255529>>>5255331 #>>>5255359 #>>>5255383 #>>>5255405 (You) #>3 out 4 first post simp for Datz, sus i might sayNot me boi, i just want get some more social depth into the quest :)
>>5256522>Not me boi, i just want get some more social depth into the quest :)I can get this, but not id
>>5256527It’s a mystery
>>5256579But dont you want that we all have one vote, i mean were is the fun otherwise
I just wanted to give her a hug since she might need one after this, and so she feels appriciated. Romance is a little up in the air for me, But a hig is desiresble.
Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been bed ridden yesterday and today. Managed to catch something. Once my brain isn't frying I'll see if I cannot get an update out tomorrow.
>>5257293Get well soon.
>>5257293ey man just take it slow, recuperate and dont stress it.get well alright
You rush onto the bridge and take your seat. “Tetrault, status report on the outposts.”“The first runner ship to arrive had come from the outpost set up around the waterworld. They had reported sightings of a dozen frigates, and a couple of destroyer signatures, however, they state that an unknown massive signature had also appeared but stayed out of visual range by the time the runner ship departed. Current status of the outpost is unknown.The second runner ship arrived from the outpost set up close to proper systems under ducal influence, specifically next to the system of Jed. They report that signatures for half a dozen frigates had entered the system. Originally, that would not be enough to send a runner ship, but they also reported a large power signature. Current status of the outpost is unknown.Finally, the last outpost. It is but a jump away from us. They report the largest pirate force seen so far. Three dozen frigates and six destroyers. It is an overwhelming force compared to the local garrison.”“All of the ships arrived at the same time ?”“Hours apart, but yes, sir.”“So it is possible that the other outposts already fell ?”“Yes, sir.’You sigh. “Rally the fleet, we’re going to swing by all of the outposts as a single force, shortest route possible.”“Understood, sir.” Tetreault responds and begins to carry out your command.[blue]A massive and a large signature. Seems like the pirates are throwing everything they have at me.[/blue]“Comms, get me Commander Desmond. Send him Tetrault’s report, tell him to read it [b]before[/b] he contacts me.” You command.“Right away, sir.” He responds.Minutes pass, until eventually Desmond’s voice is heard in your ears.“Boss looked over the reports you sent me.”“Do you know to whom those larger signatures belong to ?”“Nope. No idea, but I can tell you this much. From what I recall, I think you killed enough of us- erm. Killed enough of the pirates where this is all of their remaining forces.”“You sure ?”“Ehhhh, more or less. Otherwise, launching an assault like this would be stupid. And Tristan ain’t stupid.”“He is seemingly throwing enough men at it to break each and every of my outposts, how is it foolish.”“Pirate’s mentality, boss. That’s why it’s dumb. Sure, you can overwhelm the outposts, but tell me, boss, what would you do, what would the Unbroken Empire do ?”“Respond with overwhelming force for the insult.”“Exactly ! That’s why you don’t do it unless you plan to burn and run. Cause confusion, cut off possible supply lines to delay pursuers. That’s how you plan for a retreat.”“And once the outposts are burnt, what then ?”“Then you either scatter, but seeing how Tristan likes to keep everything under direct command, you set a rally point, from which you then prepare to scram to edges of the galaxy, or to a place you had set up prior.”
>>5259587“Thank you for the information, commander. You are dismissed.” You say before signalling for the comms officer to cut off the connection.Seems it will now be a race against time.Swinging around the star, your fleet shifts and disappears from reality....“And if I poke here.” The left leg shoots up. “The neural pathway system is well developed.”“Okay. What does that tell me ?” You ask with a little bit of disgust as Iron pokes a brain in a jar.“That whomever made this is experienced when it comes to cybernetics, especially full-blown enhancements.” He responds.“The reports said that every single one of these, “men”, were off their rockers.”“Indeed, procedures like these are, intrusive, psychologically damaging. Careful periods of acclimatization are needed afterwards. That is of course with the prerequisite that those cybered up are individuals of extremely strong will.”“And if you lack these you go batshit.”“Not how I would put it, but yes. I also noticed, bypasses, missing parts or ones simply installed as makeshift replacements when it comes to the suits themselves. The work, whilst efficient and effective, is cheap. The brain and the nervous system incorporated in the cybernetics would have naturally expired in mere years, perhaps even months if you look at this.” Iron raises a concoction inside of vial. “Combat drugs, alongside nutritional mixtures and recreational drugs. Most of these men were rather almost entirely unaware of what was happening when they were affected by the drugs.”“Nothing more than expendable fodder. But why bother with such expensive enhancements ?” You question.“I do not know, perhaps it is a mean of saving those destined to die, a punishment, a reward even. It may very well be nothing more than a desire to experiment and to see what sticks.”“I hope I won’t have to see such things on my side. They look far too unpredictable to be trustworthy and reliable allies.”“No, they are not, that is probably why the pirates do not deploy regulars with their cybernetic allies. However, with materials on hand, I could easily concoct the drugs andn the cybernetics presented here. Though it may be disdainful, their application as a terror weapon would be quite potent.”“We’ll see if the situation calls for it.” You say uncommittedly, but not outright denying the idea. Who knows what the future holds ? And you are running awfully low on marines.“That all ?” You question.“For the moment, yes, captain. I shall not tire your eye anymore.”[blue]Prick.[/blue] You think, not rising to the bait....
>>5259588Shifting back to reality, you are immediately greeted by the sight of your outpost, broken and shattered, falling into the nearby gravity well, slowly burning up as it falls. The local garrison, nothing but a handful of frigates, had been swept away by the overwhelming force of the pirates. From the reported three dozen frigates and six destroyers, all of the destroyers remain unscathed and untouched, whilst the frigates had only suffered a few losses.Unlike what you’d expect to see usually, the pirates dividing themselves in individual groups, you see that they have formed a proper battleline. A column formation, a formation meant exactly to counter your own forces, if they can wither the storm you are about to unleash upon them. Should they be able to however, their frigates will begin to act like jackals, diving in and out and all about your heavier ships. Daring you to open fire, risking the destruction of whichever ship they are currently busy pinpricking to death, or risking the attacked ship’s shots missing and impacting other friendly ships.The pirates seem to have learnt about your weakness when it comes to frigates and they intend to exploit it to hell and back.>Form a line, this will give the pirates what they want, but it will allow you to maximize your firepower.>Spread out with gaps in your formation, mitigating possible friendly fire incidents and hopefully containing the attackers until you can outlast them.>Rally your frigates and destroyers in a counter column, supported by your light cruisers.
>>5259590ITS BACK yay, hope you recovered well>Form a line, this will give the pirates what they want, but it will allow you to maximize your firepower.it all boils down to us alpha striking as hard as we can on the destroyers and then breaking the frigs, also i guess keep our frigs out of the opening moments/ in the backline to counter the first (p)frigs trying to punch trough
>>5259590>>Spread out with gaps in your formation, mitigating possible friendly fire incidents and hopefully containing the attackers until you can outlast them.
>>5259590>Form a line, this will give the pirates what they want, but it will allow you to maximize your firepower.Can’t wait for this to go wrong.
>>5259627>Can’t wait for this to go wrong.Then why do you vote for it?
>>5259590>Form a line, this will give the pirates what they want, but it will allow you to maximize your firepower.
>>5259630Because I feel the Ghoul would take the most aggressive plan he could, and because I think it’s better to risk it for the biscuit rather than get bogged down trading with pirates when we know we’ll have to deal with bigger forces later on.Also, Tristan was probably a covert op to weaken House Roy in this sector, because clearly there would be no other way for him to get ‘larger vessels’ than a destroyer.
>>5259590Can i write in? Ask iron to send a message that would be mend for a "flanking force" and our "insider" in the pirate force and the pirate sensorships, to get ready to strike.Maybe tristan will think that the senorships are compromised and he has to position a rearguard to not be flanked.
>>5259821Write ins are always encouraged and appreciated. As long as they win majority vote they will be the one used. Though if it is really good or got at least half of the votes and isn't mutually exclusive I will also include it.
>>5259590>Form a line, this will give the pirates what they want, but it will allow you to maximize your firepower.Our guns are bigger and more numerous than theirs, ergo, they will be the ones with burning hulks by the end of this.Also, we should capture as many ships as we can and see if Iron can't rig them up to be autonomously controlled, and use them as giant missiles.
Line it is 3d100 best of 3
Rolled 21, 40, 56 = 117 (3d100)>>5261232
Rolled 20, 62, 94 = 176 (3d100)>>52612321, 1, 1
Rolled 6, 51, 40 = 97 (3d100)>>5261232
>>5261278damn, forgot my name
21 62 94Writing.
>>5261328so close and yet so far ...
“Have the fleet spread out and form a line. Crush the column before it reaches us and leave nothing of the pirates.” You command.Swiftly shifting and changing, you watch as the distance between you and the pirates closes. By the time sporadic fire becomes a unified wall of fire, the pirates had almost entirely closed the distance.With a literal wall of rounds, you watch as some frigates are caught and obliterated, torn asunder and shred to bits, but it they are too few.Like a swarm of mice around an elephant, the frigates begin to manoeuvre around your ships, gunnery crews changing up their targets allow for further pirate forces to close the distance, to such an extent that all of the destroyers had reached you battle line.Your own frigates begin to harry and chase the foe, your larger vessels becoming impromptu battlefields upon which lives of hundreds are snuffed out in moments. The new generation frigates, though overwhelmed by superior numbers score a fair share of kills, before one is simply overwhelmed. Ironically caught in between the broadsides of two Vigilances, whom did not open fire to support, out of fear of hitting their own side.With a concentrated force, you watch as Desmond duels against the other destroyers, Mikel and Giacomo rushing to his aid whilst Datz if busying shaking her destroyers in a desperate attempt to throw off the biting frigates.Turrets rotate like crazy; flashes look like showers of fireworks as each and every vessel is giving its damndedst to survive.Spraying debris like shotgun shots, obliterated frigates, both friendly and hostile, scatter across the cold space, large swathes of it imbedding itself into the tick plates of your heavier vessels, others bouncing off and spiralling out of control, become permanent markers of the battle waged here as they begin to spread out across the star system. You watch as the last wolf-class hurls itself into a particularly daring pirate captain, whom tried to ram the bridge of your own Timur. Unfortunately, Teigon had not been so lucky, as one frigate rams itself entirely into primary command bridge. Tense moments later, did you feel relief wash over you as reports come in indicating that the command staff managed to successfully evacuate and relocate to the secondary command bridge before the impact. The Ever Vigilant will continue to fight on.What will not continue however, will be Mikel’s command ship for “Ironclad courage” as it suffers catastrophic engine failure, finding itself faced with four Reavers to its rear. As the ship breaks under the weight of sustained fire, escape pods are launched. Luckily, the pirates do not have the time to finish off survivors, as Giacomo had won his two on one duel, and Desmond, the crazy bastard, had now launched two separate boarding actions, mid combat, against two of the four destroyers that finished off Mikel’s command.
>>5261438Such recklessness is saved by Taigon, no doubt eager for revenge, coordinating with Marc, each Vigilance delivering a deadly volley, each scoring a destroyer kill.Alpizar’s fighters manoeuvre overhead, delivering surprisingly accurate missile volleys upon frigate critical locations, crippling attackers long enough to allow bombers to deliver killing blows. At the end of it, no less than nine frigates are turned to dust by the brave spacecraft pilots, but such a victory had come at a cost of Alpizar’s own frigates who had to fight off the pirates whom realized the threat these nimble spacecraft posed.Your own Timur had proven equally deadly however, thanks to your accurate commands, even a single volley of the double-linked railgun fire annihilated frigate after frigate, showing the pirates that you are not easy prey for them to harass.Through the entire battle, your missile ships had sat rather comfortably in the rear waiting for the precise moment that the pirates would break, and that moment had finally come. Having lost their destroyers, a.k.a. their leadership, their cohesion and discipline fell apart. No doubt had the pirates pressed further they may have scored a light cruiser kill, but today is not that day. With only about a third of their total starting force left, they broke and ran. Only for nuclear missile fire to wash them over. With prepared targeting solutions and coordinates, that they had the entire battle’s worth of time to set up, they deliver the final killing blow, utterly obliterating the pirates.You had won the day, and you had, going by Desmond’s words, annihilated a third of the pirates in the sector.To your surprise, Desmond also reported that after some “aggressive negotiation tactics”, that he had personally himself employed. The crews of the two Reavers he had boarded had seen the light of the Unbroken Empire. That is, he took a blowtorch to their leadership, as you came to learn after the battle.Finally, through the course of the battle, you had also come to learn that the last wolf-class of the merchant volunteers had died heroically in battle. With structural collapse imminent due to sustained fire, they chose to ram themselves into the enemy, rather than allow their ship to simply break apart....“Casualties ?” You ask.“Over five hundred dead or missing, hundreds more injured.” Reports Tetreault.“And of the pirates ?” “Close to four thousand men, if not more.”“Almost ten to one, then.”“Correct, sir.”“And of Lord-Commander Mikel Leiser ?”“Injured, but alive and ready to go again, if needed.”“Captain, Commander Desmond wants your attention.” Interjects the comms officer.“Put him through.”“Boss ! Got some info !” he excitedly proclaims. You cast a quick glance at your XO. Whom is surprisingly holding up pretty well…Ah, she nearly grabbed her sidearm.
>>5261440Ignoring the immediate threat besides you, you address Desmond. “What sort of information ? I hope this something good Commander, as we can’t afford any delays.”“Oh, it is boss. After I had done some interrogating, I came to learn that I was right ! Tristan had set a rally point ! I say we go there, be all sneaky like, and smash him in the face !”“If we do that, we risk the utter destruction of our outposts.” Rebukes Tetrault.“Oh, those things are dead already. By the time we get there not even scrap will be left.” Responds Desmond.“I cannot deny that he has a point, captain. Your orders ?”>The rally point. Catch the pirates, leave nothing.>No, we will continue our move, if we can save even a single life, so be it.>(Write in)
>>5261443>The rally point. Catch the pirates, leave nothing.
>>5261443>>The rally point. Catch the pirates, leave nothing.
>>5261443>The rally point. Catch the pirates, leave nothing.Can we ask Iron to make missiles out of captured frigates?
>>5261443>The rally point. Catch the pirates, leave nothing.showtime, again, this time hopefully the one leading up to the epilogue.>>5261510frigate sized missiles? sign me the fuck up right now
>>5261443> Rally Point
>>5261510>Can we ask Iron to make missiles out of captured frigates?His expertise here would be pointless. To make a frigate into a missile is to stuff it full of explosives. And least quarter crew will be required to pilot them. You do have the materials to insulate A.I.s, but they are not processed and as such, useless in this situation.
>>5261805Pooh! What are we paying him for? I'm only asking him to make ai advanced enough that it can autonomously pilot one ship into another. 800 year old super genius my foot.
“The outposts are probably long gone. Going there would be nothing more than playing into the pirate’s hands. We’ll avenge the fallen, prepare the fleet to move onwards to the rally point.” You command....“Could you turn a frigate into a missile ? Without my crew dying, that is.” You once more bother Iron at his lab.“How intelligent ?”“Give me the options.”“I could make either an A.I. or a V.I. driven intellect. An A.I. intellect would be far more advanced, but it would require the usage of rare materials, I’d recommend against it as it would be a horrific waste of resources. The V.I. intellect is no more than some advanced script reacting to situation, not as advanced, nor as adaptable, but if you would use any intellect, I would recommend that one.”“When can you have it prepared ?”“Here ? In the middle of lands that the empire considers nearly worthless ? No, I would need proper facilities for the rework, entire rewiring of internal control system to allow for V.I. interference with the frigate. With such facilities, I’d say it would take me a week per frigate, if I were to do it myself, half as long if I had some skilled helpers.” He surmises.“So you can’t do it here ? What am I even paying you for ?”“You are paying me for my expertise, and the fact that I can even do this in the first place. Unlike most people you would even encounter.” With a hint of threat Iron responds.“Yea, yea. All that matters is the fact that you cannot do it when I need it.” You sigh. “I suppose I shall have to make do with what I have, with the things crafted by lesser men, yet those are the only things present.” With overexaggerated tone you say quickly departing, not risking it any further....It takes you nearly twenty days, nearly twenty days of ever-increasing tension, you can feel your crew grow on edge. Reports indicate an overall increase of confrontations between crewmen, increase in petty fights. Everyone knows what awaits you at the end of this particular journey. The last of the pirates. You deal with them, you secure the area, you avenge the fallen.Finally, you arrive at your destination. A lone red giant. Nothing more than a few comets, an asteroid here and there, fill the system. And of course, the thing that stands out the most, an actual functioning outpost. Its silhouette clearly visible upon the background of the star.“Sir !” Calls out sensors officer. “Breaking from the station, moving at full burn is a heavy cruiser signature. I am detecting something else behind it, but it moves slowly and I cannot tell what it is, I am reading dozens of signatures coming on and off at once, irregular power outputs as well. There are also accompanying frigate signatures, dozen and a half, as well as two destroyer signatures on approach.”
>>5263438“Gather all ships, form a battleline. It seems that the pirates are tired of running, let us give them a greeting that they will never forget for the rest of their lives.” You call out.“Yes, sir.” Enthusiastically responds the bridge crew, also tired of the endless chase.“Captain, hostile forces coming into view now. Identifying the heavy cruiser as House Scorpio make Aggressor-class. And…something else…” The man seems utterly confused.Suddenly, the large shape behind the pirate fleet become visible, as lights illuminate it, lights seemingly directed towards the purpose of showing off the “vessel”. And what vessel it is, a mockery of the term, a damnation on everything ship design related. A curse on your eyes.“What in the name of-“ Mutters Tetrault.Suddenly, you jump in your seat as turning around you spot Iron’s body, he seems to have, out of sheer anger, smashed the wall, bending the thick metal.“I REFUSE TO TOLERATE SUCH, SUCH ABOMINATION ! MANKIND HAS A NATURAL SENSE OF AESTHETICS, THE PERFECTION OF FOUND IN ART AND OUR OWN CREATION ! THIS IS A MOCKERY TO EVERYONE WITH EYES !” Ranting and raving Iron screams.You cannot help but agree with him, as you look over the ship.Habitation blocks, welded together in a rough manner, destroyer and frigate grade railguns and laser turrets have been haphazardly thrown around its hull. Engines, from perhaps half a dozen ships, have also been crudely slapped onto it with rough welds, you are certain that some parts are open to space, for reasons unknown to you. The monstrosity, whose length reaches to perhaps 2 kilometres, struggles to move onwards, its engines misfiring, making the thing misalign, only to fire up other thrusters to stabilize itself. And to top it all off, the piece that perhaps makes your eyes twitch the most. A battleship grade M.A.G. cannon. At least two generations out of date, but its calibre is still impressive. Were it not for the fact that actual cables are currently used to tie it down, men in spacesuits are still busying themselves welding it to the superstructure.Are they ? No, they cannot be. Those crazy bastards are manually trying to insert a shell into the cannon ! You cannot help but internally scream as you watch the baffling performance.“Captain.” Silently says your comms officer. “The, the “vessel”, sir. It has turned on its IFF. It is identified as…”The innovation.””“Captain, I believe I know where the pirates used the stolen materials when they attacked our convoys.” Says your XO.“How many heavy cruisers could have been built instead of this ?”
>>5263440“A total of 4.2 Crusaders or 2 Aggressors, or 7 Hammers.” Responds Iron. “I- I must excuse myself.” He, almost drunkenly, wanders off the bridge. His reason of coming here in the first place now forgotten.The battlelines now drawn, the final confrontation has come.>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”>Keep distance, you are faster than the enemy and the terrain favours you, run circles around the pirates.>Test your mettle, simply charge at them.>(Write in)
>Aggressor-class heavy cruiser. 1000 meters in length. A crew complement of 700. 12 turret railguns capable of near full 360-degree arcs of fire, 20 laser turrets with ten mounted on top and then mounted on the bottom, 2 frontal mounted light cruiser calibre M.A.G. cannons and two heavy cruiser calibre M.A.G. cannons make this class one of the most powerful heavy cruisers of the era. Designed exclusively for and by house Scorpio, it was made to embody its namesake, as well as the fighting style of house Scorpio – a good defence, is a good offence. With thick armour plating to boot, it gives the cruiser exceptional staying power in any conflict. All of these advantages come at a cost of a need for powerful rearwards facing engine block, which is installed, at an expensive cost. Retro thrusters however, are not afforded the same grace, making the ship exceptionally slow when it comes to its ability to turn. It should be noted, that for every Aggressor, house Roy could produce two Crusader-class heavy cruisers, as such, these cruisers are a relative rarity on the battlefield, usually held in reserve for the most important battles.
Rolled 34 (1d100)Drawfagging takes a lot of time.
>>5263441>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”Once we get red of their escorts start boarding, bring Iron and the intelligence officer along. Personally lead the charge during boarding.
>>5263445Drawing indeed takes a lot of time when drawing "the Abomination"
>>5263441>Keep distance, you are faster than the enemy and the terrain favours you, run circles around the pirates.
>>5263441>Keep distance, you are faster than the enemy and the terrain favours you, run circles around the pirates.did someone say engine shooting? 'cuz it awfully sounded like italso i like the drawing, it looks adequatly clunkyalso iron having an heartattack seems a lot like hes more human than he lets on, speaking of can we inquire as to what alcoholics or tabacco or otherwise recreational substances Iron prefers? we might be fucking around alot with him but we should stay at least mannered about it, so we should earmark some of the "good stuff" to gift for iron and his services.
>>5263441>>Test your mettle, simply charge at them.Our signature tactic.
>>5263441>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”Taking that heavy cruiser alone would make this excursion worth it, even at the cost of our light cruisers. Tell Ox and our marines to prepare to board it, Marc and the others can focus on boarding the abomination. I want the Countess to see for herself the Unimaginable Horror that we’ve slain here.
>>5263441>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”This abomination can never ever see the light of the stars ever again Blow it the FUCK UP
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>5263441>Keep distance, you are faster than the enemy and the terrain favours you, run circles around the pirates.There's only so quickly they'll be able to turn. We flank them hard on one side and the battle's ours.Rolling for luck too because we are dead if we roll a crit in this fight.>>5263668I don't want to risk our marines until we confirm that there's no more of those cybermen types still around. They need reinforcements as is, and we don't want them getting killed when a good old railgun shot will do the job.
>>5263738what this anon said, no electric boogaloo: cybermen uprising 2while this ships looks way too juicy to pass up on, its way too big for our tiny jaws right now.>>5263740what do you mean? this anon got a negative crit out of the way
>>5263738This heavy cruiser is worth double House Roy’s heavy cruisers, and practically the only one who has these heavies in these boonies may very well be the Countess herself. It is worth the risk.You can ask Iron if he can whip up some grenadines, ordnance, and equipment to help take the cruiser, but the priority should be the heavy cruiser.
>>5263738>>5263740Also, QM didn’t call for rolls lad.
>>5263441>Aggressor-class heavy cruiserI want that, said avatar to beam tank>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”Also we should on look out for enemies fighter wing out that block mountain
>>5263441>>Your flanks are stronger than the pirate’s, send your faster ships to overwhelm the sides whilst your cruisers try to tie down the heavy cruiser and “The Innovation.”Let's try to sink The Innovation and board that heavy cruiser. Daddy needs a new flagship.
>>5263794>700 crewI doubt we even have that many marines in the entire fleet. Granted, the ship isn't crewed with marines, but they have cybermen at their disposal and we have absolutely shit luck when it comes to boarding actions.
>>5263894Yeah, yeah they have cybermen but you do realize that they arent most stable weapon meaning they might not care about friendly fire turning enemy crew to hamburgers
>>5264204it all boils down to just how many cybers are left, also i wonder just how motivated we can get our marines. they after all have already fought them twice already, and i doubt they are all this eager to go for a third time.In favor of our marines who are left im all for slaggin all of those ships. Sometimes you pass on a good meal knowing you'll only hurt yourself eating it.
>>5264219Yeah I second this, passing on this ship is the smart play especially when we should be looking to escape this battle intact with our fleet. So taking out this and the abomination asap instead of birding should be out modus operandi
Flank 5Distance 3Mettle 1Flanking wins 3d100 best of 3
Rolled 71, 70, 67 = 208 (3d100)>>5264501
Rolled 28, 6, 84 = 118 (3d100)>>5264501
Rolled 10, 76, 18 = 104 (3d100)>>5264501
70,76, 84 not bad at all. That’s actually damn good. For us especially. Now let’s just hope that the rest of our rolls go as good
71 76 84 are the rolls. Writing.
Also considering the options available I say we try and just slag these ships and recycle them into a shit ton of mechs, new escorts and a personal shipyard…maybe even a mobile repair and refit yard we ‘gift’ to iron for as long as he’s working for us. After all I’m sure pointing him at the remnants (as long as they aren’t vaporized by reactor overloads) and telling him that he can have our valuable money to build a set of labs and mobile construction yard to his standard, after we get the money from destroying the pirates and securing this region of space of course, would get us at least his grudging acceptance
“Send the destroyers and frigates on the flanks, overwhelm them and bring down that monstrosity. Comms, get Marc and Teigon. Have them spread out and prepare to hold that heavy cruiser back.”You yourself move towards the helm and move the helmsman away. “Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto to your socks.” You say with a grin over the internal comm.The first action you take is to bank hard port, side of the Timur is cut clean off, the plating torn off by the M.A.G. round barely missing you. The railgun fire however, is not something that you can dodge alongside the M.A.G. cannon fire. Your forward plates begin to buckle under the pressure, but the Timur was made to take such pounding.Whilst you draw the attention of the heavy cruiser, you watch as the M.A.G. rounds fired from your Vigilances bounce off the thick plate, failing to penetrate. Another thing to add on to it is the fact that your missile ships are currently firing everything they can at the heavy cruiser. It lacks the sheer amount of AS needed to stop all of the missiles, those that do manage to impact the hull, fail to penetrate, leaving nothing more than scorch marks. A lot of firepower will be needed to bring this thing, but enough will hopefully drown it. A death by a thousand cuts.Your starboard assault seems to be successful, if slow. They lack the numbers needed to chew through the flank, but they seem to not have suffered any excessive damages from their exchange of fire.The most interesting thing comes from the port. “Captain !” Your comms officer calls out. “IFFs on our port had changed at about half of the frigates, they seem to have begun firing upon the other pirates alongside our own forces. The lead ship seems to identify itself as “Lashawn’s Revenge.” and is transmitting this.” He says turning on a transmission.“To imperial forces, this is auxiliary recruit Lashawn Urtz offering my assistance !” A cheerful, perhaps mocking tone says.Damn glad that payed off.With the port disrupted to such an extent, you are about to break through there, with only a single Reaver between you and the ultimate goal.“Ca-captain !” A shocked voice of your sensors officer calls out. “I am detecting twe-, no fo-, no, over a hundred fighters spewing forth from the Innovation !”“What the hell do you mean there’s over a hundred fighters ?”
>>5264809“There’s, there’s one-hundred and forty-four fighter signatures, alongside thirty-six bomber signatures, sir.”That’s a lot of spacecraft.You watch, as behind the Aggressor, the Innovation’s battleship M.A.G. cannon had been loaded.With shock and horror, you see as the cannon, momentarily, lifts up slightly from the hull. The Innovation itself shifts sideways, ever so slightly. To your relief, the round flies wide and inaccurately. Upon the monstrosity, the running lights that had ever so brightly illuminated it dim as a general brownout spreads across the ship. The crew around the cannon begin running around in a panic, rapidly reloading the cannon, whilst still continuing their work in trying to finish welding it onto the ship.>Pull your forces back. Those spacecrafts are a sizeable threat to your now exposed wings.>Hold it as is and command Desmond to board the heavy cruiser as his flank is the safest one.>Continue with the assault as it is, you will weather the storm yet.
>>5264810>>Hold it as is and command Desmond to board the heavy cruiser as his flank is the safest one.Send one guardian to act as anti fighter
>>5264810>Hold it as is and command Desmond to board the heavy cruiser as his flank is the safest one.>When the heavy cruiser is neutralized, bring up our AA ships and order the missile ships to fire upon the Monstrosity instead.
>>5264810>>Hold it as is and command Desmond to board the heavy cruiser as his flank is the safest one.
>>5264810Also we should call for pirates surrender on open channel saying that:You will not be killed if you surrender or are you really willing to die in crude box and for what? Empires inner politics. Or do you think you will reward when you leave this borderland for house scorpios space. No, everyone of you killed so no-one will know the truth about this operation because its TREASON againts empire and house scorpio has history of not caring what happens to it loyal soldier. Even if some of you were just loyal to your house and doing your duty as sailors and soldier of empire but in end of the day it those not matter if are pirates or house guard everylast one of you will killed to hide the truth, to cover your masters ass. But it does not have to be, surrender and bring your leaders to me. You have Captain Ghoul word. And put it on repeating loopIf nothing else we will mayde get reaction out of Aggressor
>>5264810How difficult would it be to remove the manoeuvring thrusters on the Aggressor? Essentially pulling a bismarck on it so it can only point one way. Until then, my vote is:>>5264810>Continue with the assault as it is, you will weather the storm yet.Push all the guardians up to the flanks.
>>5264810>>Hold it as is and command Desmond to board the heavy cruiser as his flank is the safest one.As others have said, order our Guardians to the front of our flanks to focus on shooting down the enemy spacecraft. Send the Defenders as well for the same purpose.
> have our missiles aim for MAG Cannons and Railguns, try and damage or destroy the barrels. If they can’t fire then that ship is no threat
Rolled 25 (1d100)Okay boarding attempt wins.Give me 3d100 best of 3 for the combatand 3d100 best of 3 for attempted boarding.
Rolled 79, 28, 43 = 150 (3d100)>>5267178
Rolled 2, 1, 22 = 25 (3d100)>>5267178And for boarding
Rolled 10, 76, 88 = 174 (3d100)>>5267178>>5267187Jezus
>>5267185May the good Lord make us thankful for what we are about to receive...
Rolled 9, 56, 65 = 130 (3d100)>>5267178
Rolled 73, 100, 35 = 208 (3d100)>>5267178Boarding, let’s save us from >>5267185
Rolled 53, 54, 85 = 192 (3d100)>>5267178Looks like we are getting our shit kicked in again
Rolled 38, 78, 10 = 126 (3d100)>>5267178second set
Battle 79 76 88Boarding 2 100 35Rolls locked in.Sorry for being touch and go as of late, as you know was sick, and it is exam time for me right now, so I am preparing for those. You can expect an update in perhaps ten or so hours, as I am heading of to bed right now.
>>5267399all right, space battle looking good while boarding seems to be a clusterfuck
It’s looking like our boarding actions first waves gonna be Merced, second waves manages a breakthrough and secure all vital elements or most then get HEAVILY engaged by enemy QRF leading to a second round of rolls or a hard fought victory with the ship unable to be operated immediately due to enemy damage
>>5267185THIS IS WHY WE DON'T BOARD WHEN WILL YOU LEARN
>>5267772but anon, 100 (one hunnid)
>>52673992 78 35 for boardingMy bad since the 100 counteracts the 1 thus resulting in the 78.I apologize for my sleepy brain.Writing.
“Comms, get Commander Desmond to start boarding the heavy cruiser.” You command, sweat flowing down your face as you bring the Timur to the side, dodging yet another M.A.G. round. The frontal plate of your armour is beginning to slowly collapse, as more and more railgun fire finds purchase. In exchange, your own weaponry had finally begun to strip away a few plates here and there on the frontal plating of the heavy cruiser. But that armour blown away is depressingly tiny compared to the damage you are taking.Your missile ships find much easier time targeting the abomination. Missiles flying free and unperturbed. What AS the ship has is tiny compared to its size, and even then, it primarily concentrates on keeping the battleship grade M.A.G. cannon safe, allowing for damage to keep mounting on the hull itself. Though the ship is large, its armour is only as strong as it is thick. Overall, the hull appears civilian issue, meaning that the missiles easily pierce and detonate.And speaking of the cannon. The Innovation once more shifts by a few degrees as it fires its M.A.G. cannon. The round flying entirely of the mark, but you cannot help but feel trepidation, as all it would take is for it to hit once to cleave apart one of your cruisers or a destroyer.The rest of the engagement goes indecisively.The last enemy ship on your port is finished off by your Raider-class, just as squadrons of spacecraft close in and begin delivering their payloads. Lashawn takes the brunt of the attack, two of his frigates quickly overwhelmed by bombing runs combined with missile volleys of the fighters, in exchange losing some of their own. A grouping breaks and begins delivering strikes upon the Raider, blowing apart a chunk of its armour, the nearby Defenders open up their AS weaponry and inflict a score of casualties in exchange. You had ordered a guardian to break off and rush to their aid, hopefully it will be enough.On your starboard. Two more frigates are finished off by the Raiders, taking some fire in return, their frontal plating absorbing most of the return fire. Unfortunately, the last of your Fenrir’s is not so lucky, a concentrated run upon it by the spacecraft cripple and destroy it. Perhaps expecting this loss, the intelligence officer had transferred their command to one of the Pummelers in your backlines. Another run begins harassing the Vigilance to your starboard, delivering blows upon its plating. In response, Alpizar had sent forth her own spacecraft to tie the enemy down, as the entire formation begins to move onwards to support them and to hopefully push the pirates back.Meanwhile, Desmond and his trio of Reavers begin to close distance with the Aggressor and they start launching their shuttles. To carry out your orders.
>>5268336-(POV shift: You are Sedgely Vigier, and you’ve been thrown at hell.)You had finished off that greedy, oh ever so downtrodden Pietro bastard. Even captured a VIP, that crazy bitch. Everything was looking up for you, hell, you even managed to get yourself command of one of the Reavers that Ox captured. And now you’ve been ordered to try and seize a heavy cruiser.A heavy cruiser ! They would have more marines than you have men aboard your ship ! That dumbass of a Ghoul had sent you all to die, that, or he is just as vicious as any other pirate you had met, throwing you all away so as to get rid of potential threats.You rock as the shuttle disengages from your ship, you are going to move as a swarm, the only way to overwhelm the oversized AS turrets in front of you. Naturally, you had waited for your shuttle to be the last in the formation, and what a fine choice it was.Looking at the readouts shown in front of you by your power armour, you watch as your shuttle begin dropping like flies. Superheated by lasers the shuttles begin to literally melt, the comms are filled with the screams of men being cooked alive by the heat. The wails of the damned do not seem to be particularly inspiring for your men, but it does not have to be, you just have to make sure they fear you more than the fate that awaits them. To further reinforce your point, you heft “greatbone”. So may disparage it as a pipe, but this is a fine killing weapon as any. Thick enough so that a high-frequency blade will not be able to cut through it too quickly, it had allowed you to bring down more than one over haughty noble. You heard that the Ghoul had been a commoner, maybe I could smash his head in and also become a knight ?Your ambitious thoughts are interrupted by the impact of your shuttle hitting the hull.“Move you dogs ! Lest I myself turn you into a part of the hull !” You “encourage” the men. They do not grumble, nor raise complaints, knowing full well to what happens to those that draw your wrath.Your magboots locking onto the hull allow you to take in the sight of the battle happening all around you. Ox is still crippled upon his ship. Maybe there could be a firing accident upon the heavy cruiser, targeting his ship. The Ghoul clearly appreciates those that follow his orders and know what they are doing, it wouldn’t be too hard for you to ingratiate yourself with him.“Hostiles !” Calls out one of your men, before he is ripped apart by rifle fire.“Shit ! Fight them off and beat them back ! Get cutting !” You command, firing off your pistol.
>>5268339Accurate shots rip apart your former comrades apart, all whom seem to only be in protections suits, allowing your rounds to easily destroy them. Whilst their own bullets bounce of your armour, your men are not so lucky, surprisingly however, only a few are actually caught. Only now do you realize that in order to shoot you, they have to face the star, even if their visors are compensating for it, their vision is still strongly impaired.“How close are we to breaching ?!”“The torch is overheating !”“What the hell do you mean it is overheating !?”“The plate is too thick, we need stronger torches in order to cut through !”“You useless cunt ! Why didn’t you pack any !”“That’s cause we don’t got any, boss !”Growling with annoyance, you look the sallying defenders.“Then we will simply find a way in. Everyone, charge ! Secure the hatches these worms came from !” You shout, holstering your pistol and drawing greatbone, you charge.Bullets bounce, lowering you head you ensure that no bullet pierces your visor, you’ve seen what happens when it breaks.Reaching your first target, you swing your weapon. The impact without any noise is the reason why you hate fighting in space, nevertheless, your work looks mighty fine. The helmet had been caved in, the visor broke from which a single eye popped out, still attached to the skull which is currently bleeding brain matter. Despite the hit, the man continues to stand in place, his magnetized boots keeping him attached to the hull and the lack of gravity keep the body standing, crumbled and all wrong, but standing still.Your core, the handpicked elite, all whom have PW like you also begin their slaughter, followed shortly after by your more expendable crewmen.“There ! A hatch ! Plant charges and get us in !” You say smashing the chest of one of your foes. His entire body hitting and the hull and staining it red, his legs break as the boots keep themselves attached even though his body gets twisted in a disturbing manner.Following your order, once of your men approaches the hatch, only for it to open, and a single metal hand to grab him by the head. The electronics sparkle, stained by bubbles of red as his head is crushed. Stepping through, you see a cyborg in perfectly maintained, shining even, augmentations. Raising his left arm, which is now an HMG, he begins to open fire.There’s no cover for you or your men, the bastard had caught you completely off guard. Your own fire bounces off it. The power armour of your elite is rendered useless as it becomes nothing more than paper in front of his weaponry. Weaponry that is a lot newer than your own.Realizing that there is no escape, you charge. “Come at me you worthless tincan, let me show what a true man is !” You shout.
>>5268340And then there’s pain, you realize that you are no longer running, but rather floating. Both of your legs are gone. Your feet are still stuck to the hull, but they quickly lose power and also begin to slowly float away.The last thing you see is the machine gun levelled at you. As well as a golden lion, upon the man’s chest, painted over by a red laughing skull. And then there is darkness.-(End of POV shift.)You watch as one M.A.G. round cleanly shaves off the side of your portside Vigilance.“Captain, Lord-Commander Ahsing reports a glancing hit. He can still fight, but it in need of immediate repairs after the battle !” Reports the comms officer.“Understood, status report from Commander Desmond ?”“He reports that the first wave of boarders had been repelled. He has already launched the second and third, but he expects heavy casualties and potentially being completely pushed back without further reinforcements.” The battle is in a precarious balance, a balance that can be overthrown any second.>Keep going as is.>Dispatch your Vigilances to the flanks, it will draw full fire of the Aggressor, but it should assist your forces.>(Write in)As for Desmond.>The effort is pointless, have him call off the attack.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.>He will have to deal with it on his own.>(Write in)
>>5268341>Dispatch your Vigilances to the flanks, it will draw full fire of the Aggressor, but it should assist your forces.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.We need that heavy cruiser taken care of, and whoever is in charge of this insane blackops plan captured and interrogated. Simple as.
>>5268341>Dispatch your Vigilances to the flanks, it will draw full fire of the Aggressor, but it should assist your forces.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.It's Ghoul time boys!
>>5268341>Dispatch your Vigilances to the flanks, it will draw full fire of the Aggressor, but it should assist your forces.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.
>>5268341>Keep going as is.The Guardian at the bottom-right seems to be doing nothing at the moment. Order it to rush at the nearest enemy spacecraft before they destroy more of our ships.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.Commit every marine we can to board that Aggressor, go all-in.
>>5268341>Keep going as is.>Order what force can move to assist the boarding.
>Dispatch your Vigilances to the flanks, it will draw full fire of the Aggressor, but it should assist your forces.>Order what force can to help, but have the marines focus on taking out MAG cannons and Rail cannons with satchel charges
Okay, sending Vigilances to flank and hurling more men at the problem wins.3d100 best of 3 for the fight3d100 best of 3 for boarding.Also, yes, I am alive, just busy.
Rolled 73, 24, 63 = 160 (3d100)>>5272369No problem QM.
Rolled 96, 38, 57 = 191 (3d100)>>5272369
Rolled 28, 90, 34 = 152 (3d100)>>5272369No problemo QM, take your time
Rolled 56, 27, 97 = 180 (3d100)>>5272369
Rolled 37, 90, 30 = 157 (3d100)
Alright, battles looking nice 96, 90, 63And boarding so far56, 90, 97And we got 1 more roll too,
Rolled 24, 11, 1 = 36 (3d100)>>5272369
>>5272496The fucking odds. I’m extremely pissed at my RNG now.
>>5272496There goes my crit sigh
>>5272496holy shit nigger what have you brought onto us
>>5272524A 56, 90, 30 split for boarding. In all honesty, it’s not that bad if you disregard the crit negation.
Rolled 35 (1d100)Battle 96 90 63Boarding 56 90 30Writing.
>>5272584>35:(It keeps missing.
>>5272585Doomsday cannon misses again. YAY!
>>5272585Thank god Either way we are looking quite good out in space boys
The proceeding exchange of fire shows a rather pathetic performance. The spacecraft wings begin to falter under the sheer amount of fire delivered by your enclosing AS ships. Through the entire engagement, only a single frigate from Lashawn’s side is lost.The fighting upon your starboard also goes heavily in your favour, with the last of the pirate frigates annihilated, the spacecraft wings dealing pitiful damage, although inflicting casualties on Alpizar’s own spacecraft forces.The exchange between you and the heavy cruiser continues the same, but your light cruiser begins to creak and groan from the continued barrage.“Captain. Forward facing armour plating on the verge of collapse. We need to pull back, now.” Calmly, but sternly informs you Tetreault.Your hands are covered in sweat as another M.A.G. round, barely misses you. With the cruiser’s attention entirely upon you, one more exchange will see your Timur collapse from the sheer frontal assault.“I am well aware, Tets !” You call out, not caring whether or not she likes the nickname. You are entirely in the zone, so to say. Your mind is entirely honed and dedicated to the task at hand, you exhibit concentration that pushed normal men to their limits, and perhaps beyond.Meanwhile, through the thick of combat. Payat and Marc both had sent what shuttles they had to assist the pirates in their boarding action. [blue]If only Desmond that crippled Ox could actually lead those boarding actions.[/blue] You think to yourself with a moment of clarity.-(POV shift: You are Gassur Lasasso, a marine under command of Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing.)The shuttle banks hard to the starboard. You can feel your body being thrown to the side. You quickly catch the sight of another shuttle being melted through by a laser turret.On your peripheral vision, you quickly notice one of your comrades make a sign of a cross, locked in private prayer as you are about to storm something none of you want to. To face cyborgs on their home turf.A shudder goes through the shuttle, informing you that you had impacted the hull, your destination. The ramp swings downwards, revealing a scene of war in front of your eyes.The new “recruits” the Captain had acquired are currently locked in a bloody tug of war with the pirate forces. Makeshift cover had been made in the form of boxes and crates. Platoons worth of men are currently engaged in warfare in a miniaturized war upon the Aggressor’s hull. Running down the ramp and looking around, you do not catch the sight of what you had dreaded the most. It seems like the cyborgs only ever come out when the ship’s interior itself is threatened.
>>5272805Slamming behind some impromptu cover, you quickly peer over your cover. There seems to be a large grouping of men in protection suits, though this time, those in power armour are visible. Power armour of the same quality and make as your own. A never model is being currently rolled out, but you yourself are yet to actually get your hands one.“Prepare to move onwards !” Calls out the sergeant. “We are the tip of the spear, our allies will provide covering fire, break through their cover and unleash fury upon them !”“ROY ! ROY ! ROY !” You, and so many of your comrades, shout out.Rising to your feet, you begin carrying out your orders. The distance is pitiful, as such you close it with ease. With bullets flying all around, you turn a collection of cover, magnetized boxes, reinforced by hardened steel, behind which sits a trio of pirates in protection suits.You cannot really make out their facial expressions. The body language tells you enough. Panic, surprise, fear. And for a good reason.The rifle raised, you open fire on full auto. The artificial muscles compensating for it, the short range means that it is nearly impossible for you to miss. Bodies are torn and ripped to shreds, as flash after flash blooms from your rifle’s muzzle.“Behind !” Calls out the sergeant.Reacting to his voice, you turn. You had been tricked !All of those in front had been sacrificed to draw you in. With muted horror, another shuttle is blown to bits as heavy weapons obliterate them, a quartet of men of iron continue to rip and tear, overwhelming what few rear guards you had left.It seems your journey had just become a one way trip.>Pull back, mitigate the losses as best you can.>Onwards ! To glory !>(Write in)The battle upon the skies is turning in your favour, but your Timur is close to its breaking point.>Pull out. The HC will open fire on your now exposed flanks, but you cannot hold it for any longer.>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.>(Write in)
>>5272807>Onwards ! To glory !>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.
>>5272807>Onwards ! To glory !>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.It ends here!
>>5272807>>Onwards ! To glory !>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.Have our missile ship fire salvos to aggerssor`s M.A.Gs crippling it firepower
>>5272807>Onwards ! To glory !>(Write in)Rush at the Aggressor's port side and order every marine on the ship to board it. Grab all our combat gear and go with them.Order all our missile ships to aim for The Innovation's M.A.G cannon, we have to destroy it before it actually lands a hit.
>>5272846+1It's time to ghoul boys.
>>5272496>roll 1's several times>and yet never a 100Have we even had a 100 yet this quest? Maybe when we captured that exosuit in one of our early battles, but never since I don't think.
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>5272807>Onwards ! To glory !>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.It's do or die now boys. inb4 a critfail or the deathgun gets a crit successRolling for luck>>5272846Using our missile ships to target the gun is probably a good idea too.
>>5272988>>5272991>99You just robbed us of our crit success this round. I-I need to take a minute…
>>5272807Anons never chose the smart decision so why start now?>Onwards ! To glory !>Keep going. The Ghoul laughs at the razor’s edge.>>5272991Why
>>5272991I really hope the QM let’s us use this cause holly shit our luck lately a been abysmal. Like at least let us use this to cancel out the nat 1 we are going to roll for this next turn
>>5272991Why did feel the need to hurt us anon
>>5272995>>5273005>>5273030>>5273474I rolled for luck, I got a 99. The dice gods smile on us and we will surely get good rolls next round. Please
Rolled 49 (1d100)Boarding action:Charge 7Space battle:Keep at it 5>>5272846 write in 2Alright, you will try to tie down the HC as long as possible, whilst the boarders will try to overwhelm the cyborgs.3d100 best of 3 for space battle3d100 best of 3 for boarding action.>>5272846>Order all our missile ships to aim for The Innovation's M.A.G cannon, we have to destroy it before it actually lands a hit.You are already trying that, what AS the innovation has is entirely concentrated on defending it.
Rolled 11, 49, 9 = 69 (3d100)>>5274564
Rolled 47, 15, 7 = 69 (3d100)>>5274564
Rolled 91, 70, 3 = 164 (3d100)>>5274564
Rolled 33, 46, 59 = 138 (3d100)>>5274564
Rolled 61, 65, 70 = 196 (3d100)>>5274564i wonder if we'll get court marshalled if we lose all our marines?
Rolled 54, 98, 97 = 249 (3d100)>>5274564
>>5273550I would like for that 99 to mean something.>>5274564>two combined 69>3rd roll for combat not getting above single digits>duo crits turning our marines into fucking Astartes, taking control of the shipwtf is RNGesus doing?How I imagine our marines rn- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7hgjuFfn3A
>>5274636RNGesus was think 99 was very sexy and we get blueballed with single digits
Why are we even 1v1ing the Aggressor with our Timur when we are attempting to take it with our marines? Our fire has a risk of killing our own men and we're just about to lose our capital ship for no reason. This is why I voted to join the boarding action, the option you voted for is worse than pulling out.
>>5274636RNGesus said. Fuck everyone aboard that particular ship and it would be donehttps://youtu.be/IAKfazhFwoQ Could also be like this. Just going completely off the rails to obliterate everything in their Path. Minus the needing to be put down part at the end
91, 70, 3 for the space battle98, 97, 70 for the boardingOkay, the boarding is fine, hell we've probably captured the damn thing, and the space battle is okay except for a crit, probably a vigilance lost.We've got this.
Battle 91 70 3(crit fail)Boarding 61 98(crit success) 97(crit success)Fortuna, the fickle bitch, has decided to finally smile upon you.Writing.
“Forward you dogs ! To Victory !” The Lieutenant shouts over public comms. https://youtu.be/4sgimfISzPs?t=26 And so, you do.Dozens of men, perhaps even hundreds, as the Reavers had no doubt been almost entirely emptied of their crew, but for those needed to keep them moving. A bunch of pirates, for that is what they are, no matter what military ranks had been imposed upon them, alongside proper imperial navy marines charge against the cyborgs. Having destroyed your means of escape, the cyborgs had signed their death warrants, for if there is no escape, you have nowhere to go but forwards. In situations like these, even the most timid of fighters will show their all.Still, the enemy is good. Even through the charging horde, they direct accurate fire upon those clad in power armour. You come to this conclusion, as your comrade, the one who prayed, is suddenly slammed onto the floor like a wet rag, as an anti-material rifle smashes through his chest, leaving a clean hole in his chest.Scores of men are cut down in their charge, each and every one had fired their rifle, aimed their shots, and did nothing against the thick armour these machine men wear, in response, all were slayed. Their tactics, whilst textbook for an engagement like this, eerily so, as you observe their movements, are rendered pointless as the first men in protection suits reach point blank range. The thing about textbooks is, it only works when you are fighting people who had actually read it. Carrying a disturbing number of explosives upon themselves, the new “recruits” hurl such an excessive number of them, that they would never be allowed to carry so much unless they were the explosives experts of a squad.Circular, miniature stars quickly bloom and faster even dim. What is left behind are those same cyborgs, their armour glowing red hot from the heat, rivers of molten metals flow and float outwards. Even metallic beasts like these are rendered incapable from such sheer destruction.You, like so many others, level your rifles. Its kickback is soothing, as round after round is ejected from the barrel. Only when it clicks dry, do you realize that someone screaming in your ears had been you.Breathing raggedly, you look upon the bent, broken, hole ridden, superheated piles of metal, now laying still and unmoving. It takes a moment for you, for every man still standing really, to process just what happened. You won ! The cyborgs are dead !But before a shout can begin, your officer cuts in. “Keep it together ! Everyone gather up and prepare to breach, we do not have the time to enjoy this victory !”Snapping back to reality, you quickly begin to move towards one of the entrance.“Form up ! Form up !” The sergeant shouts.You quickly set a breaching charge and step away. “One. Two. Three. Breach !” Your immediate CO orders.The explosion blows out the airlock. “Go ! Go ! Go !” Your move as the sergeant shouts.
>>5275079You are one of the first one’s to move in. The hallways of the cruiser, you quickly notice, are built in such a way that they funnel the attackers into well prepared and defended positions, whilst denying any potential cover for the attackers.A round bounces of your shoulder, the blow had been a glancing one, not stopping you from raising your own rifle in return. Your now full magazine begins to once again empty as you open fire. A successful shot sees one of the pirates lose their head as it is turned into a shower of viscera and gore.Surprisingly, you are able to quickly close the distance with minimal casualties. Perhaps the pirates had not expected your success ?Rapidly overwhelming the defenders in their holdout, you find yourself in a situation where the next two holdouts open fire upon you, the defensive position now untenable from your location, but you are inside, and you have breached the initial defences.-(End of POV shift.)The enemy spacecraft had been thinned, less than half of their starting number, but the situation is not looking particularly good.Last of Lashawn’s vessels had been broken by bombing runs, alongside one of your defenders. Still, the remainder of your Guardians had reached the location, now it is only a matter of time before they are completely overwhelmed. Marc’s Vigilance also manages to lose the Aggressors attention, firing off what he can at the spacecraft, entering a position where he can strike the Innovation if he is ordered to.Speaking of which, it seems that you were able to inflict sufficient damage upon the super-structure. Unfortunately, the battleship cannon is still active, as another round is unleashed, thankfully entirely inaccurate as it had been previously. A hab block rips itself away from the rest of the vessel, power outages go through the ship as it struggles to reroute power through its makeshift electronics. Your missile ships are earning their keep this day.Upon your starboard, the last of the pirate ships is overwhelmed, but not before it delivers a killing blow upon one of Alpizar’s Defenders, whilst another is brought low by another bombing run. In the middle of the battle, having tied down the enemy spacecraft, Alpizar’s own are completely overwhelmed, but not before taking down their opponents, with the assistance of supporting vessels.You, yourself, find that you are in a perilous situation.“Fergus ! Frontal plating is gone ! Our hull is exposed !” Gavril screams in your ear. The sounds of explosions, bending and groaning metal, electricity going haywire fills the background.You slam your head into the control panel as the ship rocks. Pain courses through you and your head spins, you feel wetness on your head.“Ca-Captain, are you alright ?” Groaning Tetrault calls out. On the bright side, she does not seem to have broken anything because of the fall this time, a few cuts and bruises are all she had suffered.
>>5275081Raising your eye upwards, you watch the rather morbid sight of your frontal hull spilling out. Equipment, storage crates…crew. All float outwards into the cold and uncaring embrace of the void.“Holy fuck !” Gavril continues his screaming. “What in the jumping loving Jesus was that ?”“Not now, Gav.” You say. “Tets, get me status report.”“That last hit seems to have knocked our power out, cascading failures all across the hull. We’re dead in the void.”“Well shit.” You say, watching the heavy cruiser, its captain, Tristan no doubt, probably watches you as well. But instead of firing upon you, it activates its retro thrusters and turn a hard port, angling one of its M.A.G. cannons onto one of your Vigilances, currently busying itself dealing with a swarm of spacecraft.“Comms, raise Payat, now !” You call out.But it is too late. The many times faster than sound round cuts the Vigilance clean in half. Explosions rock the entirety of the ship as it dies from a singular strike. The Aggressor continues its slow turn, now starting to aim at Alpizar’s cruiser.It seems that with your cruiser out of power, they had deemed it to no longer be a threat to them in this engagement.What shall you do ?>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.>(Write in)Meanwhile, your boarders are still valiantly attacking.[red]Can pick more than one. WARNING: The more options are picked, the more the boarders will be spread thin,[/red]>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.>The gunnery decks, if it can’t shoot, it cannot do anything to harm the fleet.>The armoury, you did expend an uncomfortable number of explosives already.>The retro thrusters, if it cannot turn, then it cannot fire.>(Write in)
>>5275082>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.We are not leaving this ship ever>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.We are not blowing up again and if we cut the head its over.
>>5275082>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.This ship is probably done for. At least for this engagement. Lets make sure we get a new one for our troubles.>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.Main reason. If we have the power we just cut off the guns. Or at least their targeting systems. Have fun trying to hit something you can't see or get a Firing Solution on without calculating it yourself.
>>5275087If I remember correctly, we also have the reward of shutting down the entire Star Leagues defences to look forward to in addition to us finally taking care of the pirate menace. We are probably getting heavy cruisers unlocked after this in addition to fat stacks of cash.
>>5275082>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.The captain stays on the ship.>The gunnery decks, if it can’t shoot, it cannot do anything to harm the fleet.We can't withstand more fire from it now.
>>5275082>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.
>>5275082>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.
>>5275082>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.Always last to leave.>The gunnery decks, if it can’t shoot, it cannot do anything to harm the fleet.>The armoury, you did expend an uncomfortable number of explosives already.The bridge wil be way to fortified.
>>5275082>>The men need their captain. You know your way around a ship, see if you cannot help with the repairs to get the ship back up faster.>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.MAG cant fire if there is no power
>>5275082>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.We secure the heavy cruiser, we win. Simple as.>Order Marc to destroy the heavy cruiser’s retro thrusters, then proceed to destroy the main gun of the Abomination>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.
>>5275082>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.We do need a new flagship.>Secure the bridge, you take that, you win.>Secure engineering, secure the reactors and the main thrusters.
>>5275082>Get to the shuttles, due to you distracting the cruiser, your marines are still on board, you are taking this on yourself.>The retro thrusters, if it cannot turn, then it cannot fire.>The armoury, you did expend an uncomfortable number of explosives already.>The gunnery decks, if it can’t shoot, it cannot do anything to harm the fleet.
Rolled 65 (1d100)The MC:Stay 5Leave 5Boarding:Bridge 6Engineering 7Gunnery 3Armoury 2Retro thrusters 1I need a tie breaker for the MC's actions.
>>5275992>Stay aboard. And make sure your men know you do not abanfon them
Alright, so Proenza will stay onboard to see if he cannot help to get the thing up and running again.Whilst the boarders will hit the two main targets for any boarders. Engineering and the bridge.3d100 best of 3 for the space battle3d100 best of 3 for boarding
Rolled 36, 91, 32 = 159 (3d100)>>5276086
Rolled 4, 66, 95 = 165 (3d100)>>5276086
>>5276120Wtf is this RNGesus?
Rolled 54, 82, 82 = 218 (3d100)>>5276086
Rolled 65, 91, 51 = 207 (3d100)>>5276086Our Timur is going to get destroyed because you retards voted not to attack the Aggressor's gunnery decks.
Rolled 16, 37, 19 = 72 (3d100)>>5276086Lets go Boarders
Rolled 90, 96, 19 = 205 (3d100)>>5276086>>5276122The dice giveth and taketh away. In our case it's every damn roll.
So we've probably just lost our ship. But we just got ourselves a bigger one...
Battle 4 91 95Boarding 90 96 51Writing.
The thing about this battle is that we should be able to salvage everything so should at least get a discount or some trade inns. I mean hell I’d say we should try and splurge for a mobile dockyard for our growing fleet with everything we have to salvage here so that mister ‘biggest brain in the sector’ can make us something truly nice or at least make us a steady flow of exos, advanced escorts, and other nice tricks along with scavenging our destroyed ships from every engagement since we always produce a nice field of salvage both us and enemy
I believe we have won this battle gentlemen at the price that Fergus is crippled (again)
>>5276365Told you we should’ve been the one boarding. We better not have to pay the influence value of the heavy cruiser after this shit, I’d kill ourselves if we weren’t already dead.
>>5276376aren't Marcs marines the ones taking it? Meaning he gets ownership of it? Either way, once we complete the mission we will be rich to buy a heavy cruiser ourselves so we are good.
>>5276384The pirates as well, so it probably would be simpler to buy it off them both and avoid the administrative headache that comes with dual ownership. But yea, I’d rather us be in full control of the heavy cruiser than our friend Marc, just because it fits our aggressive style.
You stand in silence, gazing through the window as another M.A.G. round is unleashed by the Aggressor-class. The shot flies true, the over all weaker and thinner hull of Rudra-class designed to give it enough space and speed to act as a light carrier, is entirely cut in half. Cascading failures and explosions run wild as the crippled light cruiser dies. It had been a devastating blow, the round piercing the hangar door, thus allowing for easy passage of the oversized shell.Your hands clenched in fist you observe the destruction. Now, all you can do is utter prayers to whatever Gods or God are out there. That is the only thing you can offer Rasia – “Thoughts and prayers”, as frustrating as that is.“Tetrault, stay on the bridge, let me know the moment we have power or anything else that happens.” You say.“Captain ? Where are you going ?” Your XO questions.“Came from rank and file, so I know how the hell to keep a ship running.” Are the last words heard by your bridge crew.You make your way down the primary corridor, emergency lights running, alarms blaring. Your crewmen are rushing back and forth non-stop putting out numerous fires across the ship, literally in a lot of cases.Suddenly, the ship is rocked and you stumble back and forth, grabbing onto the wall as means of holding yourself upright.“Ammunitions detonation on railgun emplacement five to eight. All available crew are to move in to fight the fires and conduct search and rescue. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.” Tetrault’s steady voice comes from the speakers.Muttering a collection of curses that would make a most sailors blush, you pick up pace and begin rushing towards engineering. You are suddenly halted in your steps as a shower of sparks washes over you. Wires, still sparkling with energy hand in front of you.[blue]Shit ![/blue]You curse as your good eye is momentarily blinded. Stepping aside from the sparking wire, you quickly continue to make you onwards, rushing past some menials holding onto fire extinguishers fighting against a raging inferno caused by a railgun round detonating inside of the hull.Quite literally jumping down a staircase, you scare the crap out of Gavril as he jumps due to the noise caused by your impact.“Holy shit 1 You scared the fuck out of me !” He shouts.“No time for a polite conversation, you know me and my, where am I needed ?” You ask.“Bloody everywhere, is all I can say. We’ve been hit really hard and really bad. If we can get her moving again, well, that is a pretty big if to begin with, so much of the inner hull had been chewed through that the superstructure is currently keeping itself via duct tape, spit, and good ‘ol fashioned prayer. If we were near gravity wells or within atmo, I think she would’ve collapsed already.” Without taking a breath in between, Gavril complains without end.
>>5276520“I get that everything’s going to shit, where am I needed.” With some frustration you say.“Here.” He says tossing a box of tools at you. “Lines from here.” He says pointing his finger. “To there.” He finished, pointing out a goo chunk of the now exposed wall. “Time to roll up your sleeves and get to work, cap.”-(POV shift: You are Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, an officer under the command of Knight-Captain Fergus “Ghoul” Proenza.)Your Vigilance burns as fast as it can, going straight past the engagement on your port. The sickening number of spacecrafts across the battle had been cut down to less than one third of their original size, but that is a small salve on the damage wrought by them. The tactical display in front of you showcases a Raider, commanded by your good friend Giacomo, be brought low by a thousand cuts, the overwhelming firepower of the bomber wings finally bringing him down. You can only hope that he had survived the battle. What little solace you can find comes from the fact that most of them are annihilated by the AS ships.What worries you the most however, is the presence of Lady-Captain Rasia Alpizar, her carrier had just been ripped in half, whilst another defender was brought low by the spacecraft. Two Raiders and one Guardian will not have to face down the full firepower of the Aggressor.Worse news still, your Captain’s ship is crippled, cascading failures and internal detonations are rocking his Timur without end. Your engineers inform that there is a strong chance of critical failure.With those depressing thoughts in mind, you watch as the crude collection of hab blocks once again fires off their oversized and monstrous M.A.G. cannon. But as always, pirates cannot be relied upon for their discipline and competence, as another rolling brownout, the cannon itself rocking back and forth is all they get for their efforts in attempting to fire such a beast of a cannon.“Gunnery, forward M.A.G. cannons are to aim for that battleship M.A.G. cannon. Show the pirates how to aim.” You give out the order. You do not let it show, but your back is covered in cold sweat upon your captain’s chair. The entire fight had rattled you, but you cannot fail your comrades, not now, not when all of this is nearly over.The two fired off rounds sail true. The crew surrounding the battleship cannon, upon noticing your approach had begun to scramble and run as fast as they can, but their bulky spacesuits do not allow for the agility needed for this endeavour. Striking true, the two rounds rip the cannon apart, causing detonations upon the hull, men are blasted to smithereens, chunks of flesh, mixed with metals and plastics are all that remain of most of the pirates. Those lucky ones, or perhaps unlucky, die from piercing shrapnel wounds, tearing their suits apart, imbedding deeply into their bodies, causing massive blood loss, the dismemberment of limbs.
>>5276525“Position all cannons, unleash every weapon we have, I want that abomination destroyed and done with.” You command.-(POV shift: You are Gassur Lasasso, a marine under command of Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing.)Your ears ring loudly and without halt. Your vision swims as you try to keep your eyes open. Things were going well initially, splitting your forces, you went to secure the traditional and most important locations to take hold of in any boarding operation – engineering and the bridge.You were pushing with ease, sure, casualties were mounting, but you had broken through the second line, and then it happened. Fire and brimstone had reigned upon you shortly after the second holdout, two more cyborgs, same golden lions overlaid by a red laughing skull had appeared out of nowhere. They had halted you in completely. Breathing heavily, you look through the smoke all around you, the mad bastards had detonated enough explosives to warp the corridor itself. Suddenly, you see it, a single bloody metallic foot impacting heavily onto the still smouldering and heated floor.This wasn’t how it was suppose to go, you were winning dammit, where did they come from ? Why are they so used to countering your tactics ? Why in the hells of all afterlifes do they have the golden lion, mockingly sneering at you as you fight.Suddenly, your eyes are stung by gunfire. Your visor too damaged to compensate for it.You realize something a moment later, it is finishing off your comrades, and most importantly, it thinks that you are dead.As you look up, shifting nothing but your eyes, as no doubt the extremely sensitive sensors built in the suit would notice even the slightest of movements. You see his face, and you see your opportunity. Someone, either brave or lucky, had managed to pierce the head, a small chunk of armour is gone. Small, but noticeable, you notice something that brings you hope, the sight of floating liquid. The monster’s brain.Your rifle is still in your hands, beaten and abused, but functional.[blue]Come on, come on, just give me a moment you big bastard, just a moment.[/blue]Your fingers tighten, and you raise your rifle.CRUNCH !Pain courses through you and you right leg is broken by the cyborg stepping on it. But despite the pain causing you to nearly pass out, you fire as it levels its own weapon.A single shot, a single boom. The thing suddenly halts in place, shocked by what just happened. It then lowers its arms. Sways. And eventually, collapses on the floor with a loud thud.“No !” A loud voice, enhanced by a booming voice box.From the smoke emerges another metallic figure, utterly enraged. The sound of air being ripped apart by the sheer display of strength and speed of the cyborg’s fist is the last thing you hear, as it slams into your skull.
>>5276528-(POV shift: You are Reinout Levins, a pir- erm, loyal soldier under command of the Ox.)“Well, fuck.” You call out. Watching as that brave, foolish, but brave marine brought low one of the metal men. His head had been turned into and overripe melon smashed to bits.Your protection suit doesn’t really feel all that protective at the moment. You had made great progress at the start, but then something unexpected happened, as if fortune itself frown at you, only to smile again. And now you are sitting here, exposed, armed with nothing but a half magazine rifle. A lot of dead bodies are around you, by now, you doubt that ‘ol Ox will have enough crew to actually use his ships for anything else but as show pieces.On the plus side, your potential killer is currently busy letting out his frustration on the corpse of the marine. Seems like he had, really, REALLY, liked his buddy.Looking around, you find that you are primarily surrounded by corpses and the dying, with perhaps a couple of dozen of you left, and all of you are in protection suits.Well. Shit.>Fuck this, you’re out, whilst it is distracted, run ! Maybe you will still find a way off this thing, maybe you’ll find another opportunity.>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You still have a few of your “homemade”. They called you a madman for making your own bombs by sticking grenades and breaching charges together on a metal stick, but you’ll see whose laughing now ! (WARNING: POTENTIALLY, EXTREMELY DANGEROUS)>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.
Pirates got a crit at the start themselves. On the plus side, the cannon finally died. If you anons are curious at DC 80 it would instakill an LC and on a DC 90 it would instakill a destroyer. Fortunately for you anons, my luck had been absolute shit with it.
>>5276530>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.Pray to the Gods that Aim will be true. Better not try to blow a chunck out of the Ship. Then no one gets out alive at all.
>>5276530>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.It’s almost over guys We are going to make it
>>5276530>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You still have a few of your “homemade”. They called you a madman for making your own bombs by sticking grenades and breaching charges together on a metal stick, but you’ll see whose laughing now ! (WARNING: POTENTIALLY, EXTREMELY DANGEROUS)WITNESS
>>5276530>>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.
>>5276530>Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You still have a few of your “homemade”. They called you a madman for making your own bombs by sticking grenades and breaching charges together on a metal stick, but you’ll see whose laughing now ! (WARNING: POTENTIALLY, EXTREMELY DANGEROUS)
>>5276530>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.
>>5276530>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.If we run out take somebody else gun and continue firing
>>5276530>The thing’s shot to shit and back, give it a bit more and will collapse. Just like pa thought you.Bloody hell, we really are a ghoul aren't we? I want this damn ship and I want to keep it.
Shoot 7WITNESS 23d100 best of 3 for the space battle3d100 best of 3 for the boarding action
Rolled 56, 7, 35 = 98 (3d100)>>5278953
Rolled 38, 76, 26 = 140 (3d100)>>5278953
Rolled 49, 15, 31 = 95 (3d100)>>5278953Come on something good
Rolled 54, 97, 11 = 162 (3d100)>>5278953
Rolled 45, 77, 48 = 170 (3d100)Looks like the space battles not going great
Rolled 45, 81, 49 = 175 (3d100)>>5278953
so.... the Spacebattle is gonna be a further Shitshow.... and for the Boarding Action only one good thing happens.FORTUNA YOU GODDAMN [Censored for the sake of everyone alive]
Battle 56 76 35Boarding 54 97 49So, uhhhh, updating the other quest took longer than expected, and I have an exam tomorrow. So I have to apologize, no update today, but to make up for it, I will try to put put out two tomorrow. So keep an eye out, since I will probably release them in an two hour interval.
>>5279377Good luck for exam
so how are we actually gonna claim the heavy for us, now that basically every marine from all our ships are laying ground for laying claims to the ship? and noone of ours whatsoever? i should have realized sooner so i could have actually stopped you guys from going ape over a ship we have no legal claim over, now or later. >>5279119lmao we got a crit and you go and insult lady luck kek watch the next 9 rolls be fails par excellence
“Ah, hell. Come on you bastards, you gonna sit there in your own piss, or are you actually going to fight to survive ?” You shout, raising your rifle and pressing down on the trigger.It seems that your “encouragement” had woken up your comrades from their stupor. You’d like to describe their bravery, their valour, their skill when facing insurmountable odds and an unbeatable adversary.But you can’t. More like panicking children than feared pirates, their rifle fire is sporadic, unfocused, carry out more out of instinct and desire to survive than any real conscious thought. The fact that most of them are screaming doesn’t really help.As the cyborg charges your line. With a casual wave of his hand, he impacts one of the men. A wet thwap resounds as the man’s head is twisted in a most unfortunate manner, his neck clearly broken.Grabbing another by the neck, your foe lifts off the ground as your friend struggles, screams, kicks and punches. Which is rather sickening, as you hear the noise of bone breaking and flesh tearing, his attacks entirely pointless. His suffering is then quickly ended by a sight that actually causes you to vomit. Quickly, the left arm of the iron man transforms into that of a hand instead of the machine gun it had been previously, with a powerful and swift motion, he then drives it through the chest. The still beating heart now held in his hand, behind the chest of your, now former, comrade.“What the hell !?” One screams, quickly having his bowels crushed by a mighty stomp from the cyborg’s foot.“Jesus Christ !” Says another, like the men before him wildly firing his rifle, struggling to get away. He fails by slipping upon still warm and bloody guts. He scrambles forward, trying to find purchase, but the floor is entirely even. He is suddenly lifted by his leg and hefted upwards, to be brought down low with an overbearing swing. Unluckily for the man, he doesn’t die from the first impact as it no doubt breaks his bones, judging from the blood spewing from his mouth, the hit had also resulted in his ribs piercing his bones. Another swing, and he’s no longer screaming, nor crying.Discarding his latest victim. The metal man rises to his full height. “You will all pay, cubs of Roy. You will all pay for what you did to my brother !” The metallic voice, filled with rage finally breaks the will of your remaining fellows.This however, bring an opportunity. In its charge against your group, he had actually bypassed you, damn good thing too, since you’re out of ammo by now, with no replacements nearby. You could stay here, and die, as another one has his leg ripped off and then is beaten to death by it. Or, you could run, run as fast as your damned legs can carry you, which ache witnessing the sight in front of you. Engineering is but scant meters away, you can make, you can’t secure it, but your trusty “homemades” are still on your belt.
>>5280492Knock out the reactor, cause a power loss, hide in a dark corner.Yea, yea. Let’s do that instead off. Oh God, he just twisted that guy’s head off like a bottlecap.Jumping to your feet, you sprint, ignoring the curses, screams, shouts, wails, and other mixtures of horrifying noises.Rushing onwards, you are gasping for breath, eventually ripping off your helmet and throwing it to the side, you allow unfiltered air into your lungs. And then you throw up again. Not the best performance you’ve ever had, but then again, when did you have to face manmade horrors beyond your comprehension ?Composing yourself, you eventually reach a guarded door, you reach this fact, because when you popped your head out around the corner, it was met by rifle fire.Grabbing a “homemade”, you chuck around the corner.The firing stops. And nothing happens. You open your eyes realizing that and you take out your fingers out of your ears, to carefully peer over. You notice the equally confused guards as they look over your “homemade”. And then they laugh ! The pricks !All the sudden, you are knocked down on your ass, as your bombs finally goes off.Just as you planned, granted, you did not install a timer…but just as planed !Once more, rising to your feet, you see that the guards are gone, the door is gone, and a good part of the hallway is warped.“Well, that is more than I had expected. Good thing I didn’t throw that one too close.” You mutter to yourself.The noise of confused shouts forces you to act fast, naturally, engineering wouldn’t have just a couple of door guards.Heavily slamming your body against the wall next to the doorway, you take out your last “homemade”.God, I know I’ve never talked to you. Fuck you, you moralistic cunt ! I’ll survive this shit and live on !You throw with such strength that for a moment you think you might’ve dislocated your shoulder, and then you jump for cover.Short thereafter, the entire ship is rocked and the powerful white lights cut out and you are plunged into darkness.A chuckle escapes your lips, and it grows, and grows, until you are roaring with laughter. But your merry is quickly cut short as the noise of metal impacting metal startles you to silence.Red eyes stare down upon in utter darkness. The reeking smell of bloods, guts, shit, and piss fills your nostrils. And then, the emergency lights turn on. Crimson washing over everything and everyone. The cyborg is covered entirely in sanguine. You only know realize that he holds the upper body of one of your comrades, guts freely hanging from the cooling corpse, he does not wear a helmet, allowing you to see that his eyes had been gauged out, cheeks are still stained by tears and blood, his mouth hangs agape, missing most teeth and the tongue.The metallic arm of the devil slowly reaches for you, and you can think of only one thing.Mother !
>>5280493-(POV shift: You are Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, an officer under the command of Knight-Captain Fergus “Ghoul” Proenza.)You close your eyes in pain, as the heavy cruiser annihilates the last of your forces upon the starboard. What remains of the enemy spacecraft, approximately half-strength, are now rushing towards your missile ship line.Upon the port, the last of the spacecraft were wiped out, at a cost of another defender. The forces there are currently rallying to you side, seemingly regardless of your orders for them to move to assist the missile ships. You suppose it is a small blessing that they had not simply broken and ran already.“That location there !” You call out, moving away from your thoughts, looking at a collection of holes upon the hull of this abomination, made by the missiles launched by your side upon it.Your M.A.G. rounds fly true, impacting the weakened hull, causing another part of the ship to break off.Once more, brownouts roll across the vessel.“Captain, detecting massive power surges upon the ship, numerous sources and-““The man’s voice cuts out as the overcharge following the brownouts bursts and breaks the numerous lights upon the hull. Suddenly, explosives rack the superstructure, visibly shaking it.And then it goes silent. “Captain, I am not detecting any power sources upon the ship.” He turns to you with a smile for the first time since the battle started. “The things dead in space, sir.”You look around the bridge, your officers maintaining their professionalism, but you can tell that they would be jumping around if they could. But you cannot help for your thought to go to dark places. That heavy cruiser is still functioning, spacecraft are still screaming towards your exposed missile ships, your captain still hasn’t contacted you.“Captain, the Aggressor is turning towards the Timur.” Your sensors officer calls out.“Turn us hard starboard, we will strike the engines and stop it.” You call out.“Ca-Captain.” Once more, the sensors officer says, confusion clear in his voice. “The Heavy cruiser, it is dead in space sir !” Unable to contain himself, he actually shouts out.With surprise, you also look upon your tactical display, unable to believe the man’s words. But it is true ! The Aggressor’s retro thrusters, then its engines, and finally its cannons, all cut out.-(End of POV shift.)“Captain, the heavy cruiser has stopped.” Informs you Tetrault.“Why ?” You quickly question.“Unknown, captain.”“The man that calls himself “Ox” is currently screaming over public comms that “his lads had done it”. Loudly, very loudly.” Annoyed, Iron says.“Iron, good for you to join us. How do you know that ?”“My own, individual communications allow me to listen in. And before you ask, we are out of range for me to contact anyone.”“And where were you ?”
>>5280497“At the reactor. Rerouting power and lowering its overall output so as to ensure that the now reduced systems are not overloaded.”“Not bad, tinman, you can get it going ?” Gavril calls out.Entirely ignoring your friend, Iron says. “Thanks to your efforts, I could plug it in, so to say. Give us limited manoeuvrability, but manoeuvrability nonetheless.”“Would that fry our systems ?” Once more, Gavril calls out.“Most likely, I need more time to rework the entire network to avoid that, but being able to move in a shooting match might just be worth the risk.”“Ship won’t be all that repairable afterwards.” Gav turns to you. “Doubt the quartermasters and postmasters will let you weasel your way into free repairs after we pull this stunt. Too much to replace to be consider anything but salvage.”>”Iron’s right, those cannons still look mighty scary.”>”Fuck it. The HC’s down and out like us, we can probably get her up and running faster than them.”>(Write in)
>>5280498>”Fuck it. The HC’s down and out like us, we can probably get her up and running faster than them.”>” iron if Im able to bring back a mobile repair and refit ship or mobile ship yard what could you do with free reign of the salvage and manpower of this system? After all what better way to make sure that the abomination never is re made than to turn it into a ship only you could build.”
>>5280498>>”Fuck it. The HC’s down and out like us, we can probably get her up and running faster than them.”
>>5280498>”Iron’s right, those cannons still look mighty scary.”
>>5280498>”Fuck it. The HC’s down and out like us, we can probably get her up and running faster than them.”Those cyborgs think they are something? Wait till they face IRON.
Alright, you will try to get the ship up and running before your enemy does.3d100 best of 3 for the space battle3d100 best of 3 for the most exciting thing ever - repairs.
Rolled 67, 88, 90 = 245 (3d100)>>5280673May the Dice Gods have Mercy upon our unworthy souls.
Rolled 98, 65, 87 = 250 (3d100)>>5280673
Rolled 44, 53, 56 = 153 (3d100)>>5280673
>>5280687FUCK YA!Hopefully given we now control the system fully we can salvage all these ships. I mean hell I’d say we should leave the HC and most of our fleet here to patrol and stop scavengers while we go to get rewards and return with a mobile repair dock if we can afford it
Rolled 21, 7, 17 = 45 (3d100)>>5280673
Rolled 64, 100, 41 = 205 (3d100)>>5280673
Rolled 63, 95, 34 = 192 (3d100)>>5280673>>5280710May I say Based?
>>5280710>>5280748>2 crits on repairDouble based
>>5280754Iron right now
Battle 98 88 90Repairs 64 100(95) 41Ehhhh, fuck it. I'll count it as a doubt crit.Writing.
>>5281572They are in for a world of pain.
>>5281572im now both wondering if miss fortuna has a insult kink and/or if she likes iron.
”Fuck it. The HC’s down and out like us, we can probably get her up and running faster than them. Start replacing the network as fast you can, I want for her to get going as soon as we can, without making it unrepairable afterwards.” You emphasise at the end.And with that, all three of you jump to it, trying to get the system up and running as soon as possible, whilst trying to avoid excessive damage.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfW_XeH82-0Watching Iron work is always impressive, no matter how much you’d like to deny it. His arms had split into eight parts at once, taking off plating to allow access to exposed wires, whilst simultaneously instantly begging their repairs, changing out wire, cutting it, rewiring it.Gavril, clearly feeling challenged, does his damndest to keep up, and to your shock and surprise, he actually does. Instead of relying on advanced technology, he relies on technique and experience. Instead of replacing everything as he goes, Gav simply looks for intersections, or places of clear damage, quickly ripping off a plate and then with practiced movements repairing it. Whilst not as extensive and all inclusive in his repairs, he embodies the idea of “good enough is perfect”.You more or less find yourself just sitting on your hands, as the two continue to compete at an ever-increasing pace. At one point, you have to duck under a piece of plating as it flies at you. Suddenly, you find yourself walking in a completely absentminded way, dodging the occasional thing flying through the air....Covered in sweat, breathing heavily, Gavril falls on his ass exhausted. Iron looks to be mildly amused, or annoyed, it’s hard to tell with him lacking any real facial features.Taking up a cord, you connect it, and swiftly the red emergency lights go out as the bright white lights of normal running pop back up.“Well gents. Good job, I’ve got a battle to command.” You cheekily say, walking off to the bridge....“Captain, good to see that you are still fine. The repairs took less than expected.” Says Tetrault.“You can thank Gavril and Iron for that, both did a great job running themselves ragged. How’s the situation ?”“Lord-Commander Ahsing had just turned his broadside upon the exposed rear thrusters of the Aggressor. It is entirely crippled now, sir. Thanks to our power getting back up so quickly, we were able to assist the Bullseye to shoot down the remainder of enemy spacecrafts.” She reports.Quickly taking your seat upon the captain’s chair, you look at the tactical display before you.And it is a damn sad sight. Almost the entirety of your fleet remains crippled or destroyed by nothing more than a single heavy cruiser really, alongside a swarm of spacecraft. This won’t help my reputation. You wearily think.“Can Commander Desmond move ?”
>>5281636“Barely, sir. He had dedicated almost the entirety of his crew for the boarding action, he has enough of a crew left to move his ships slowly, but other than that, he is useless in any upcoming combat.”“And our missile ships looking ?”“Almost entirely out of ammo. Most have only a volley or two left.”“So, the only real fighting ship we have left is Marc’s Vigilance ?”“That is correct, sir.”“Speaking of the boarders, I’ve got to congratulate them, were it not for their efforts, I think we wouldn’t be conversing right now.”Tetrault pauses at you statement. The look in her eyes already tells you everything you need to no, but regardless, she reiterates. “No contact has been had with the boarders in the past ten minutes. We believe that they were entirely wiped out.”“Then that cruiser still posses a threat to us.” You state.“Captain, shuttles launching from the Aggressor-class, full burn towards us.” Your sensors officer quickly informs you.“Sir, Lord-Commander Marc reports a group of shuttles is also heading towards him, his ship is currently out of range of AS ship coverage.” Now the comms officer says.“Wait.” The sensors officer interjects. “They are too fast to be shuttles, sir, those are boarding pods on impact course.”>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.>Get every thruster you can going. Maybe you can still dodge a couple.Can be picked alongside others.>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.
>>5281640>>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.Kill them all
>>5281640>Do both>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.>both fleets destroyed>boarding action failed in spite of multiple crit successes>now the motherfuckers are trying to counterboard us at lightspeedI’m honestly sick of this shit already. Were we meant to lose the battle? This shit is ridiculous.
>>5281689>boarding action failed in spite of multiple crit successesYou've always seen how tough the cyborgs are. Each and every crit is the reason the HC is actually crippled as badly as it is, so now they are launching their own final suicidal assault, an all or nothing gamble. If you are wondering, the DC for boarding actions ranged from 70-90, so those crits had really come in handy to the point where actually capturing the damned thing is now on the table, whilst other rolls failed to actually beat the DCs. And was mentioned in the description, the Aggressor-class is one of the best M.A.G. doctrine heavy cruisers out there. So, if you can actually get it, congrats, you can actually rival the Countess on a 1v1 match.
>>5281640>Do Both >You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.Its time for us to 1v20 some cyborgs boys
>>5281640>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.We can't dodge with a crippled space village.>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.
>Do Both >You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.
All our boarders are dead.They are now trying to board us.They are probably sending everything they have at us.I know we just fixed the ship.But what if we order all remaining crew to board the heavy cruiser?How difficult would that be qm?
>>5281640>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.
>>5281640>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.We will see about you countercharging us you damn pirates.
>>5281741>All our boarders are dead.All of your boarders are still alive, they were not sent to the HC.>But what if we order all remaining crew to board the heavy cruiser?>How difficult would that be qm?You have a total of 4 shuttles, each can carry 20 people.Your crew is around ~400 from the 500 total. You have 36 genehanced marines aboard, in defensive positions, with heavy weapons. If needed, you can arm your crews with rifles and sidearms, but they are not trained in anything heavier.You could launch all 4 shuttles with a total of 80 crew, if need be, you could shove an extra ten or so per flight, so 120 crew per flight. Presuming you can hold the hangar, it is entirely feasible to evacuate the entirety of the crew. You could also order a general evacuation via escape pods as boarding pods are built with one-way trip in mind.
>>5281640>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.
>>5281640>Fire everything you’ve got and keep your position.time to laugh in the face of a couple t-1000>You’ve got to get to your armour. A battle will be had, and you will be there for it.also in case we can actually do both first options>Get every thruster you can going. Maybe you can still dodge a couple.
>>5281640>>5281776Adding the following to my vote:Set our retrograde thrusters to full blast. If we move backwards as fast as possible then it will take longer for the boarding pods to reach us, which will give us more time to shoot them down.
>>5283910Anon, the front of the ship is gone.
>>5283951we might still have some thrusters facing front anyways, we're in a "every last bit counts" situation
Fire 5Both 4Get your armour 8Right, so you will continue to fire and get your armour.3d100 best of for shooting down the pods.3d100 for boarding, should you not be able to shoot down all of the pods.
Rolled 61, 10, 85 = 156 (3d100)>>5284214Come on. Make sure none of those bastards get on board.
Rolled 63, 51, 60 = 174 (3d100)>>5284214
Rolled 69, 98, 99 = 266 (3d100)>>5284214
>>5284260The sex number and two crits. This made my day even more then when I learned the meaning of Pistis.
>>5284260Fuck mate, you’ve made me all hot and bothered by all these special numbers!
I think our AS gunners can be described as ‘over their shot’ cause god damn that’s some crack AA right there
Rolled 26, 98, 67 = 191 (3d100)>>5284214
Rolled 55, 29, 36 = 120 (3d100)
Rolled 17, 12, 68 = 97 (3d100)>>5284214
>>5284312>another crit on boarding Anon you also made my day!
>>5284321I'm happy that we can finally go back to the normal missions.
AS 69 98 99Boarding 55 98 68>>5284260Pretty impressive, anon, pretty impressive.Writing.
“Keep position and ensure that gunnery has as accurate fire as possible.” You command. “Project the impact location and have the marines prepared to counter them. Send the potential coordinated to me as well. I’m going to get my armour.” With a quick barrage of orders, you nearly jump out of your chair and run off to your quarters.Rushing down the still debris littered hallways, you quickly pull out your comms device, allowing for a tactical display to pop up.The pods move towards you at the speed of a fired M.A.G. round, no way in hell are there normals aboard, the sheer speed would have long knocked most people unconscious, if not killing them outright.Your AS crews begin their fire, joined by what railguns are still operational in an attempt to halt the boarders. Most shots go wide and the torpedoes themselves are specifically built to absorb laser attacks.Five kilometres. Four. Three. A hit ! You cannot help but cheer and clench your fist as a railgun round impacts one of the pods, knocking it off course and heavily damaging it, a literal storm of fire quickly follows as the pod is ripped to shreds by your primary weaponry. Two. One. The shielding fails ! The sheer concentrated fire from your laser turrets had overwhelmed the heat shielding, literally melting the second pod into a liquid state. Whomever was aboard, they died a damn painful death. One. Shit ! You curse strapping yourself in your armour, grabbing and loading the rifle as your entire ship shakes.The impact projection had pointed to smackdab middle of your now exposed forward hull. The pod had embedded itself into the middle of your ship.“Captain, boarders confirmed, moving to engage.” Warwick’s voice quickly comes up for your comm.“Roger that, I’m on my way myself, unload hell upon them ‘till I get there.” You call back.-(POV shift: You are Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, an officer under the command of Knight-Captain Fergus “Ghoul” Proenza.)You had unloaded as fast as your broadsides could allow. The autoloaders, assisted by the gunnery crews, had put their everything into it. Achieving a fire rate record upon Horus. And for a good reason too, even though you are a bladesmanship expert, you do not fancy your chances against a cyborg. More so because you had sent all of your marines by captain’s orders. Now, they all lay dead.Fretting and pacing back and forth upon the bridge, you finally find a moment to relax. This was it, their final gamble, their final attempt.“Captain, Timur reports one impact, they were able to shoot down two out of three boarding pods and damage the last one before it impacted.” Says the comms officer.“Understood, prepare to make best speed.”“Sir, reading power output from the innovation.” Says the sensors officer.“It is still moving ?” You ask with some disbelief.
>>5284539“Sir !” The sensors officer now looks panicked. “Massive power surge around the engines and thrusters, they are putting full power output towards propulsion for their rear thrusters and port thursters. It is trying to ram, sir !”What madness ! You think to yourself quickly looking over the tactical display. You watch as one of the thrusters registers an explosion, due to the stress exerted upon it, but the thing is still going. They will die alongside us if they attempt this, what has driven them so !?You start to internally panic.“Captain, picking up public comms from the innovation.”“Pu-Put it through.” You, trying to regain your composure.“You rotten bastards, you did this to my beautiful child. My lovely Innovation, I’ll drag you all to hell with me !” An angry woman’s voice is heard over the comms. “We were about to quit this place for good, but nooooo you just had to try, didn’t you ? Roy dogs all of you, this why Scorpio should bite you all to death you worthless scum !” The ranting continues.But suddenly, like an ice bucket dousing the flames, the woman’s voice becomes calm and even. “Major, looks like we’re going out first. You’re the only one left, give ‘em hell and survive, Venora, out.” And with that, nothing but static remains.“They are bringing as much mass as they can upon captain !” Calls out the sensors officer.“E- evasive actions, evasive actions.” You stumble on your tongue. Seems like you are now on the receiving end of your Captain’s most famous…strategy ? Move of desperation ? A suicidal death wish ? You heard it called by many names, but you certainly never wanted to experience it first hand, on either side.-(POV shift: You are Lieutenant Warwick Ahyet, and you have some uninvited visitors.)“Those are so damn angry tin cans !” You shout over the gunfire. “Come on, keep firing, show them our classical hospitality !”There had only been three of them onboard the pod, but six of your own are already dead. The one leading the two, he had taken a missile to the chest and kept going like it was nothing. The fact of how badly damaged the ship is doesn’t help, you are not particularly interested in poking extra holes within the already damaged hull, but damn does it piss you off.“Take cover !” One of the marines shouts out.And you hit the damned deck. Good thing that you did too, as the shoulders of the leading cyborg open up, releasing a barrage of missile impacting heavily, puncturing parts of the hallways, leading directly towards other floors.Shit ! “Concentrate fire, do not allow them to get out of your encirclement !” You command whilst levelling your rifle.A barrage to kill God is quickly unloaded, nothing is spared: rifle rounds, grenades, more missiles, explosive charges. The holes are already there, so you might as well go all out.
>>5284541“They’re about to break out, keep firing !” You shout watching as bits and pieces fly off the cyborgs, metal bends and breaks, holes are punched through, but nothing seems to slow them down.BANGThe loudest shot you’ve ever heard rings out.-(End of POV shift.)Warwick seems quite surprised by your shot. Whom is more surprised, is the cyborg with a hole through his head. Man, this magnum packs a punch. You grin madly, thinking to yourself.To their credit, the pirates, or deserters, or enemy agents, or whomever they really are, react quickly. Even from here you can feel their hatred, but they seem to have chosen to rather wisely get the hell out of dodge.As a way of a fare thee well gift, you pull the trigger two more time, your overly massive bullet penetrating the already bent and damaged plate, the left arm of one of them clearly looses power and hangs limply by their side.“One down, two to go.” Guess they expected more pods to go through. You judge so by the fact of just how badly outnumbered they are. Looks like that the hunter became the hunted.“Aye, aye, captain. Your orders ?” Warwick asks.>”They’re rabid dogs, and we will put them down like such. Gather everyone into one force and chase them down.”>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.”>”Collateral damage is acceptable. Blow out entire sections if we have to. We’ll space them soon enough.”As for Marc. Please give me 1d100 best of 3. A very simple dodge or get squashed. The sheer pressure of such an action will most likely see the Innovation break apart trying to employ all of its mass.
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>5284542>>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.”
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>5284542>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.”
>>5284542>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.” + Divide and Conquer maybe?dice+1d100
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>5284542
>>5284580Matrix dodged that shit.
>>5284542>>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.”>>5284580DEATH TO THE HOUSE SCORPIO
>>5284580Holy shit nigga Marc will now become the galactic Dodgeball champion of the fucking century
>>5284580Damn, Matrix dogged and took out their engines. Marc is clearly our good luck charm.
>>5284542>”They’re rabid dogs, and we will put them down like such. Gather everyone into one force and chase them down.”>>5284580
What did that boarding toro roll to not be blasted out of the fucking universe along with its fellows!?!? Also god damn we need to give all our men pistols like ours or at least like the ones from NuBSG that have an under barrel APHE launcher
>>5284542>”They’re slippery bastards. Split up and try to intercept, we will surround them from all side and annihilate them.”Even one of them could deal crippling amounts of damage to our ship and maybe even set it to explode. Let none escape even if they are rabid dogs.
>>5284542>”Collateral damage is acceptable. Blow out entire sections if we have to. We’ll space them soon enough.”
>>5284260>>5284312>>5284580so many crits, its like we saved up just for this.also all the glory to be had with this "little" gun we have there
>>5284998We are the captain that is carrying the Countess right now so this is to be expected. Hope she notices us more.
>>5285019Lets finish this battle before we choise next place to thrush our "sword"
Right, split up and surround wins3d100 best of 3
Rolled 21, 32, 20 = 73 (3d100)>>5285245another 69 lol
>>5285247Looks like my luck ran out.
Rolled 34, 31, 42 = 107 (3d100)>>5285245
Rolled 32, 43, 98 = 173 (3d100)>>5285245
Rolled 74, 87, 100 = 261 (3d100)>>5285247>>5285262Oh boy, can I save this?>>5285245Big money big money
>>5285247>>5285248>>5285262I am no better NOOOOOOOO!>>5285264But there is at least one Crit on this
>>5285264My luck persists!
Rolled 23, 31, 34 = 88 (3d100)>>5285245
>>5285264God fucking dammit 14 seconds too late
>>5285265Now if only we had you as the third roll...at least we got one crit.
>>5285247>>5285262>>5285264The rolls are 34 43 98Writing.
-(POV shift: You are Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, an officer under the command of Knight-Captain Fergus “Ghoul” Proenza.)“All power to the rear thrusters, get us out of the range.” You say, hiding the shaking in your voice as two kilometres worth of metal and plastic burns towards you.“Captain.” Calls out your sensors officer. “Detecting explosions across the hull of the innovation. It seems to be breaking apart at the seams.”Your turn to your tactical display sections are breaking apart, thrusters are being blown out. The entirety of the vessel had turned into a fired-out shotgun shell. Debris and entire sections of the vessel.The sheer amount means that it does not matter where you go, you will be impacted, destroyed, killed.With your mind entirety concentrated upon the debris, you start feeling that you might have a way.Without a further word, you rush the helmsman and simply drag him off his seat. Inputting a line of commands, you begin to steer the ship, the faster destroyers around you move in a frenzied manner trying to get the hell out of dodge, something that it not possible for your slower ship.Hitting the thrusters, you turn thirty degrees portwards and engage the thrusters from the top, moving down another forty degrees. Just enough to get in between the two massive pieces of a hab block sailing towards you. The ear shattering sound of metal ripping metal forces you to grind your teeth. But upon opening of your eyes, whom you had closed with out realizing it, you see that other than some light scratches upon the hull, you’ve managed to get through. You’re alive.You begin to laugh as sweat pours down your back. A laughter joined by the rest of the bridge crew, happy to have survived.This was it, the last hail Mary of the pirates. They have nothing, you’ve won. You’ve survived the bloodiest battle you’ve ever taken part in.“Captain, communications from the Timur-class. They are hunting down the last two cyborgs within the vessel, they should deal with them shortly.” Your comms officer informs you.“Thank you, officer. Prepare to move towards Knight-Captain Proenza’s ship. We will support him with what we have.”“Understood, sir.” As a chorus the bridge crew responds.-(End of POV shift.)Its like hunting a rat in a sewer. An unfortunate experience you are familiar with, not because you starved, but because someone dared you and you were stupid enough to take on the challenge.“Gav, how’re the cameras looking ?” You question, inbuilt ship surveillance for once is actually on your side.“Got nothing, so much got rattled up in the engagement that a lot of the cameras are offline, I am keeping an eye on what I can.” With an annoyed huff Gavril replies.
>>5286239You had found another corpse within the boarding pod, another cyborg. Meaning that from the original group of four, one died on the way, another got put down thanks to your magnum, currently held in your left, your glowing red blade in your right. Of the last two currently stalking your ship, one is crippled, whilst the last is in perfect health.“Captain, three more dead.” Reports to you one of your marines.Those inhuman machines had been killing everything in their path, mainly your crewmen, busy trying to keep the ship from collapsing, having energy is good an all, but if a fire burns through the wiring, that same power could easily become a great danger.“Captain, we’re engaged, we need support, I repeat, we ne-“ Shouting from another one of your marines gets cut out as gunfire from the other side is silenced. A loud crunch, and nothing but static remains.Fuck ! You cannot help but curse, the instilled discipline of professionalism being the only thing preventing you from cursing out loudly.“Talk to me, Warwick, how are we looking ?” Hitting your comms you ask.“Bad, whenever we get a hold of the and try to form an encirclement, they simply break out.” Angrily Warwick reports. “Any idea on how they’re moving ?”“From the pile of corpses, they seem to be making their way towards engineering.”“Get everyone out of there, interpose a small force. If they want engineering so badly, let us give them a guiding hand. Order everyone to keep their distance and concentrate on harassing fire only.”“Roger that.” Warwick curtly says before switching his frequency.“Everyone, with me !” You order to those around you.Moving down the corridors, your comms cut in and out as another report of dead crewmen comes in, another pair of your marines gets caught and is annihilated. Casualties are mounting, but the noose is also tightening.Eventually, the sounds of gunfire become all encompassing. Surrounded on three sides, the cyborgs had finally been caught in a corner. The engineering door opens, and one of your marines quickly steps out with a rocket launcher. Hitting the wounded cyborg, whose arm still hangs limp, straight onto the chest, finally penetrating the armour. But not killing.With the scream of fury, the two cyborgs hurl themselves into engineering, smashing away your marines there. Their power armoured bodies arcing in the air, heavily impacting the ceiling and the walls.“Charge ! They are on their last legs !” You bellow out your order, your sword glowing crimson red.Moving at an incredible pace, you quickly close the distance. Your marines still fighting before the two incredibly pissed off tinmen.
>>5286240You strike at the wounded cyborg, ducking under the marine he had swung at you. Firing your magnum, you pierce the already damaged plating. The man’s right flies towards you from a downwards swing, you dodge it easily, as the cyborg actually seems to be tired, perhaps the wounds inflicted upon him were more serious than you had thought ? Or perhaps you getting a weekly ass kicking from Marc is finally paying off.Dodging a forward thrust with mere millimetres from your skull, your deliver your own strike, crudely, but effectively.Your blade heats the metal as it pierces it, the high-frequency blade’s ringing, combined with the heating and ripping metal causes you helmet to entirely cut out the sound, so fierce that it is.And with that, you claim your second kill of the day. Slowly sliding down your blade, the cyborgs head is eventually cut clean in half, as the heavy body impacts the floor, actually bending it due to the sheer impact.As you look around, you quickly find the last of the cyborgs holding one of your marines by their neck.“Tell me, whelp.” The metallic voice, having regarded you for a moment says. “With that fancy sword of yours, do you dare to face me ? As honour demands, or are you a cowardly dog like the master you now serve ?”>”I am no coward, and I am no fool.” Signal for Warwick to fire off the prepared rockets.>”You want to duel ? Fine.” WARNING: EXCEPTIONALLY DEADLY. WILL ALSO RESULT IN THE GAINING OF A NEW SKILL, IF SUCCESSFUL.>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have.>(Write in)
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have.>Honour? From a Pirate? FUCK YOU!
>>5286241>“With that fancy sword of yours, do you dare to face me ? As honour demands, or are you a cowardly dog like the master you now serve ?”Where was your honor when they made you manmade horrorshow or when you slaughtered unarmed ? Signal for Warwick to fire off the prepared rockets. Only honor there is to have is to kill ever last of you abominations
>>5286241>>”I am no coward, and I am no fool.” Signal for Warwick to fire off the prepared rockets.
>>5286241This is the last act of a desperate cyber psycho. We have already won. Honor is reserved for nobility and this thing is no nobility. >"Honorable death duels are reserved for nobility and you bear no such rank." GUN IT DOWN.
>>5286241>”You want to duel ? Fine.” New abilities are cool.
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have.A duel means someone meets on somewhat equal footing. And is reserved for matters between men. You are no man Cyborg. Just a rabid beast
lurker here, i gave it a try at a redesign for the frigades plus an experimental design just because.no idea if this will end up as a picture for ants or something
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have.A new skill isn’t worth accepting a exceptional risk of death, especially since I’m pretty sure we used up all of our crit successes failing to board that heavy cruiser. Frankly, I don’t know if a crit success here would grant us victory.>>5286362Look great anon!
>>5286362Holy shit, anon. Amazing work ! Do not worry, the images are perfectly clear.If I had to offer criticism, it would be the fact that the railguns are mounted turrets on the wings, specifically in order to allow full arcs of fire as image related.I would love to see more if you feel like making some more and I would gladly reposts all of the ship images that you would like.Once more, amazing work, way better than anything my talentless ass could make !
>>5286362Looks like a lot like starsector ships, but smaller. Good job Anon!
>>5286385thanks for the praise but i just readapted some ships i made for battlefleet gothicregarding the side guns i'm not sure i can portray the scaffolding right with pixels...i will need to try things out if you can give me a reference for ships i can try and get some rough sketch goingno promises on timelines as i will have a two week holiday coming soon but eventually it can be donein the meantime try out if it's ok like this on a strategic map like you've been using until now so i know where to improve!
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have.
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you haveFuck you, cyberfreak
Also, Newb, came here from Renovatio Imperii after combing the archives. Your quests are pure kino- they remind me of the old /tg/ days for whatever reason. My compliments. Fergus desperately needs to get either cyber enhancements or genetic enhancements, since I'm sure the (Un)Broken Empire is full of horrors much worse than these tincans.
>>5286250>>5286316>>5286384>>5286908>>5287054This option will make us look like a perfidious knave in front of our subordinates. What will Marc think about us dishonouring a duel?
>>5287082Well History is written by the victors . We sell it as an genius stratagem to pull the target of our HUNT into a trap and overwhelm it before it can do something so dishonorable as kill more pretty much unarmed people. . It just depends on how we sell it.
>>5287082It's a barely-human, common-born, hostage-taking pirate. If ever a request for a duel were made to be dishonored, it'd be this one.
>>5287082Honor is reserved for men. He discarded his humanity long ago, not just in body but in soul.
>>5286241>”You want to duel ? Fine.” we already went all in on boarding the tincan hivewe might as well go for big rewards
>>5286241also i want to add, did we make sure the 4th tincan on the boarding shuttle was actually dead? can we make sure as in cutting the head in half or so?
>>5287082A hussar ahorse would not be expected to duel a panzer on equal terms, but he would be hailed as a hero if he distracted one while his comrades flung grenade bouquets and petrol bombs into the open hatch. Same kind of mismatch here. Not loaing honor by refusing to get mulched by a full conversion cyborg while wielding a pointy stick.
>>5286241>”Why, of course I am a man of honour.” Pretend to duel and when there is an opening, use all of the HE you have
Option 3 fags are making a motte-and-bailey argument. The motte is refusing to duel him (which is actually option 1) and the bailey is option 3. They vote for option 3 but when critiqued make arguments in defense of option 1 and not option 3, as if the two are the same.
>>5287636The differences between the two are clear: the latter makes us look like an honorless man who is willing to lie to his enemies (which we are), the former necessitates the sacrifice of that marine it's holding. I consider the choice between the tradeoffs to be obvious.
>>5287636>>5286239>Its like hunting a rat in a sewer.We are on a hunt. Its called baiting out the target of our hunt to guarantee the best possible shot.We are already in goddam Engineering. If we miss a whole lot then we probably blow this place to kingdom come. Trying to pull in the target and DISTRACT it will likely do us more good. "He died honorably" is also a nice thing to write on our tombstone. Honor is for the dead. Survival for the Victor.
>>5287647Openly refusing an honourable duel is significantly less dishonourable than pretending to accept the duel as a trap.
>>5287654>>5287650That's my response to this anon as well.
>>5286241Now that I'm hungover, it makes more sense just to kill him right away.>”Honor is reserved for men, not those without humanity.” Signal for Warwick to fire off the prepared rockets.
>>5286241>”Honor is reserved for men, not those without humanity.” Signal for Warwick to fire off the prepared rockets.What he gets for hurting one of our boys
>>5286241>”You want to duel ? Fine.” WARNING: EXCEPTIONALLY DEADLY. WILL ALSO RESULT IN THE GAINING OF A NEW SKILL, IF SUCCESSFUL.
Pretend 7Rockets 3Duel 3Alright, pretending to duel wins.3d100 best of 3will also be spamming all ships I have prepared, so be prepared.
>>5286722>Defender-class frigate. 100 meters in length. A crew complement of 90. A frigate dedicated entirely towards AS and anti-missile duty. Mounting 4 laser turrets topside and 4 bottom side. It also has two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, giving it self-defence capabilities against ships its size, still the defenders armour is thinner than that of other frigates, reducing its staying power. The frigate is a headache to any enemy commander, its speed and manoeuvrability being greater than even that of a wolf-class, allow the frigate to effectively protect the flanks of any fleet.
>>5286722>Striker-class frigate. 160 meters in length. A crew complement of 130. A frigate dedicated solely to being a destroyer killer. Forgoing most other defensive capabilities for 8 missile launcher platforms. On the slower and less manoeuvrable end for frigates, a wise commander would keep this vessel at range and allow it to unload its complement. Extremely vulnerable to wolf-class frigates, and can be threatened by enemy spacecraft.
>>5286722>Fenrir-class frigate. 140 meters in length. A crew complement of 120. The direct successor to the wolf-class. The frigate is better armoured with a far more powerful reactor and advanced engines. Its weapon systems are top of the line. 4 laser turrets, 2 atop and 2 at the bottom. 4 railguns in total, 2 on the starboard and 2 on the port. A single forward facing M.A.G. cannon. Initial testing had shown that despite the slight increase in cost, Fenrir-class had presented itself capable of handling two wolf-classes at once. Of course, these experiments were conducted in a controlled environment.
>>5286722>Protector-class frigate. 140 meters in length. A crew complement of 100. An improvement on the defender-class. With a total of 12 laser turrets, 6 at the bottom, 6 on the top, initial tests shown a great increase of AS capability for its size. With a total of 4 railgun turrets, the Protector is capable of fighting toe to toe with wolf-class frigates and more than able to annihilate its predecessor class.
>>5286722>Pummeller-class frigate. 200 meters in length. A crew complement of 170. The Pummeller has 12 missile launchers, 6 on each of its side. Its armour is thinner than that of even the striker-class, but in exchange for that, the vessel has far more powerful engines. Most after action reports suggest that increased armour is meaningless, as once the enemy closes the distance, the volatile munitions tend to be detonated, as such, the new design was made with the increase of speed in mind.
>>5286722>Raider-class destroyer. 300 meters in length. A crew complement of 250. A favorite in rapid-response or raider fleets. Powerful engines and strong top mounted guns, give the ship unparalleled frontal firepower. Its weakness comes from the lack of any backwards facing guns, and weak AS for its size. A total of 6 top mounted railguns alongside a forward facing M.A.G. cannon allows the vessel to tear apart smaller ships, as well as vessels of similar size. With only 3 top mounted laser turrets, its bottom is exposed to enemy missile fire or more manoeuvrable frigates.
>>5286722>Bullseye-class destroyer. 280 meters in length. A crew complement of 300. 12 missile launchers and 2 laser turrets atop and 2 below, for a total of 4. Makes the bullseye a larger and better version of the striker-class frigate. Still, just like the striker-class, this vessel’s direct combat capabilities are limited, it is wise to keep this vessel far away from the main engagement.
>>5286722>Guardian-Class destroyer. 260 meters in length. A crew complement of 230. 10 top mounted and 10 bottom mounted laser turrets for a total of 20. Forward facing railgun turret, 1 turret mounted on the port and the starboard for a total of 3. The vessel has limited firepower, but is still capable of defending itself. Its true strength comes from a massive amount of laser turrets, once Guardian class is capable of neutralizing two striker-class frigates, and it can be a real annoyance to any bullseye-class captain.
>>5286722>Reaver-class destroyer. 250 meters in length. A crew complement of 200. 3 railgun turrets and a single M.A.G. cannon, the Reaver used to be a decently powerful destroyer for its relatively cheap production cost. 8 laser turrets, 4 mounted atop and 4 at the bottom also allowed it to defend itself from most missile-based weaponry at the time. Its small size compared to its powerful engines made the Reaver a flanker to be feared. Now however, the vessel class is nearly 80 years old. Most ships in service are either ancient relics or top to bottom modified and reworked ships uniquely modified to suit the captain’s needs. By this point in time, the Reaver is primarily used by private enterprises or pirate organizations, as the ship’s successor class – Raider – is capable of utterly annihilating its predecessor with ease.
>>5286722>Vigilance-class light cruiser. 500 meters in length. A crew complement of 400. A decade out of date vessel, barely reaching the cut off point for a destroyer and being classed as a light cruiser. The ship no longer sees much use on the frontlines but is still extensively employed as a second-line ship, at the edges of imperial influence or in calmer regions These vessels tend to be flagships of PDF formations. The relatively outdated armour and weapons mean that when fighting newer ships of its class, the cruiser tends to suffer, but it makes up for these weakness with its relatively high speed and manoeuvrability, making it perfect for leading patrol duties. It has 2 frontally mounted M.A.G. cannons. 4 railguns on each side for a total of 8. 2 laser turrets on the top and bottom, for a total of 4.
>>5286722>Rudra-class light cruiser. 650 meters in length. A crew complement of 600. A carrier hull light cruiser. Possessing 4 forward mounted turreted railguns, with two being a floor higher, giving the ship ample firepower if there’s a need for self-defence. 4 top and 4 bottom mounted laser turrets for a total of eight, give decent overall AS protection to the ship. A hangar on each side of the vessel, allows for the storage and quick launching of two spacecraft wings, usually being a wing of fighters and bombers. An overall capable and flexible light cruiser for most combat situations, still, its armour is relatively thin compared to other cruisers of its class, it is best to keep the ship at a safe distance, or if the need to push it forward is there, to ensure an ample screening force.
>>5286722>Timur-class light cruiser. 700 meters in length. A crew complement of 500. A direct improvement on the vigilance-class. 8 railgun turrets in total, built layer upon layer style, allowing exceptional forward firepower, and decent firepower on the sides. With 10 atop and 10 bottom mounted laser turrets, the ship is capable of decent AS for its size. One downside is the removal of a secondary M.A.G. cannon, leaving only one, but of a higher calibre. The ship's armour is also the thickest in its weight class, all this however comes with the downside of the ship being exceptionally slow, beaten by almost all ships its class in terms of manoeuvrability, it is still barely faster than most heavy cruisers.
>>5286722>Hou Yi-class light cruiser. 600 meters in length. A crew complement of 530. 10 large scale missile launchers, designed to strike ships of its class or higher. 3 forward facing turreted railguns, give limited self-defence to the cruiser. 4 atop and 4 at the bottom mounted laser turrets, giving decent AS coverage to the cruiser. Reinforced bow of the ship, and the design as a whole, reduces chances of ammo detonations, giving longer staying power if threatened, this comes at the cost of weaker rear armour, that is somewhat made up by the laser turret placement.
>>5286722>Crusader-class heavy cruiser. 1,000 meters in length. A crew complement of 800. 10 turreted railguns, capable of near full 360-degree arc of fire, a frontal mounted M.A.G. cannon. 2 hangars, one on each side of the ship, each capable of housing 3 wings for a total of 6. 4 top and 4 bottom mounted laser turrets, with two turrets guarding two hangars, for a total of 12. The pride and joy of House Roy, the Crusader is an in-house project, the workhorse of the dukedom, it is thickly armoured, whilst being somewhere in the middle of manoeuvrability within its weight class. The ship embodies the term “assault carrier”, capable of diving deep into the midst of combat, whilst launching its deadly load of spacecraft wings. Crusader-class is one of the most expensive heavy cruisers, but it has no glaring weaknesses, still, it loses out compared to specialized heavy cruisers.
>>5286722>Hammer-class heavy cruiser. 850 meters in length. A crew complement of 600. 18 turreted railguns, each and every capable of full 360-degree arc of fire and 3 frontal mounted M.A.G. cannons, made Hammer one of the most powerful M.A.G. doctrine heavy cruisers in its era. The idea behind the vessel was – “How many railguns and M.A.G. cannons can we put on a ship without having to use battleship scale reactors ?”. Hammer was the answer. Due to the immense power drain of its weaponry, the vessel possesses no AS capabilities of its own, requiring escorts to shore up this weakness. Its speed, even when it was still in active service, was considered to be one of the slowest for heavy cruisers. The class is now 50 years out of date, but it is still commonly seen in subspacer nations as the pride of the fleet, with upgraded reactors and weaponry, making them a deadly, if slow opponent.
>>5286722>>5263442 Aggressor is here>>5286385>Wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.
Rolled 6, 54, 93 = 153 (3d100)>>52882031,1,1
Rolled 60, 90, 77 = 227 (3d100)>>5288203
Rolled 23, 30, 9 = 62 (3d100)>>5288203>>5288258That 6 is too close for comfort.
>>5288318And the 93 is too far from a crit.
Alright, the rolls are 60 90 93Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.
“You want to duel ?” You say, raising the "The Avalanche", you open up the chamber. As it pops open on the side, the six empty casings fall out, symbols of your fighting.You rest your blade against your leg, as you slowly, methodically, put in bullet after bullet. You could have reloaded it faster, but there is a reason for your stalling.Opening up your comm, you contact Warwick. “Lieutenant, the moment I give the signal, I want you to unload everything you’ve got into that thing. Am I clear ?”“Crystal, sir.” Warwick responds, gripping his rifle tighter as your marines begin to spread out and around the cyborg.“Fine.” Once more opening the speakers you say. “Let us duel.” The sound of the cylinder clicking back into place punctuates your words.Lightly tossing the marine, the cyborg’s arms both transform back into hands. The fingers looking sharpened and capable of crushing you with the slightest of squeezes. That or he could just kill me with slap. You think to yourself with a wry grin.The marine dropped to the side gasps for breath, but thanks to his genetically enhanced constitution, he quickly recovers and scrambles to his feet, grabbing a dropped rifle and raising it towards the cyborg.You grab your sword, once more igniting its edge. Then you lower your centre of mass, the sword lowered so as to not interfere, but you should be able to quickly raise it for an attack or a counter. You keep the magnum close, extending your arm would just be inviting the tincan to crush it.And so you begin to circle it. The cyborg walks almost lackadaisically, its arms to its sides, just hanging there, calm and non-threatening. Well, the blood dripping from them says otherwise.Fighting here, right in engineering would be too dangerous, you have to think of a way to bait the thing out, so the usage of all of the damned HE you have could be used without second thought. There is another reason for this. Like the last cyborg, this one is wounded, damaged would be more precise. The black armour plating is bent and rent; clear metallic shine visible. Sparks actually fly off the damned thing, you also notice a slight delay between its ability to move, the internal hydraulics, the artificial muscles had been damaged in the fighting. That will be your opportunity, its gait is disturbed. The left leg specifically, it is ever so slightly limping, there being delay as the thing walks, clearly favouring putting more weight on the right. Now the question is, what do you use ? The magnum ? You might be able to fire off a round before it closes the distance, and the target is small, the target is moving, and you have no guarantee that the bullet will penetrate the armour.Your blade ? A better prospect. Iron had guaranteed you of its effectiveness, hell, you’ve seen it yourself beforehand as well. The issue is, are you a better fighter than it ? Can you close the distance fast enough, can cut deep and hard enough ?
>>5288578Both options are risky. Staring at those cold, artificial, glowing red eyes, you cannot help but feel a shudder roll down your spine, a primordial fear. The fear of a primal man looking down upon a predator staring you down hungrily. But something else is overriding your instinct of fear. Hatred. Pure and simple. As you look upon the defaced golden lion of Roy, overlaid by a laughing red skull, you cannot help but feel your blood boiling. The symbol so many of your men had died under, now mocked before your eyes. Looking at the shoulders of the cyborg, you also notice the defaced rankings of a Major. A simple black slash of ink, over the pristine white of the imperial crown.With a loud clang, the cyborg charges, not allowing you a moment of thought anymore.Cursing under your breath. You slightly raise your magnum and open fire moving only your forearm. The kickback of such a high-calibre weapon means that you cannot fire as fast as you’d like, and not fully allowing your artificial muscles to compensate for it, your shots go wide.But what could go wider, would be your head as a metal fist flies towards your face.Heavily moving to the side, your raise your blade and try to deliver and upwards slash upon the extended arm.With a mind-boggling speed, the tincan uses the its own momentum to deliver all of its weight onto its right leg, spinning, his left, which only now do you realize is fully functioning, smashes straight onto your chest.A sickening crack informs you that your ribs are broken, the sound that metal should never make also allows you to know that your front armour is done for.Through the malaise of pain, something you’ve gotten uncomfortably used to, you are actually able to control your flight, by activating the mag boots, forcing yourself back onto the floor on your feet, rather than your ass.By moving as such, you’ve positioned yourself towards the exit of engineering.It is by noise that you catch what happens next, as you duck under the incoming fist, the cyborg having attacked you on your blind spot, quite literally. But thanks to your honed instincts, natural skill, and bit of luck. The screaming fist, ripping apart the air around it, misses you entirely. With distance reduced, you fire off another round, right onto an ankle, the plating there being weaker so as to allow for movement.Sparks fly as armour is pierced. Not indulging in your glory, you crudely roll forwards, the armours bulk working against you, but it is enough to avoid a foot falling heavily down, bending the floor, making your helmet silence the area around you, as the ripping noise is registered as damaging to your ears.Using the chance, you deliver a third shot. Due to your awkward position, you weren’t able to aim, but the round still strikes true, hitting where one’s hips would be. Exposed circuitry hangs from the table tennis ball sized hole.
>>5288580With an annoyed growl, the cyborg charges you, those glowing red eyes locking with your own. You raise your sword to parry the incoming fist, and unleash a desperate shot upon the other fist.Surprising both you and it, the blade does not bend and break, finding itself lodged in the wrist. With a quick heave, you cleanly cut through it. The glowing red metal stump now replaces the hand, as it heavily impacts the floor.Your success here is rewarded with your head being rattled. Again, the feeling of déjà vu overtakes you as you sail across the room. Your visor is cracked, and you just had it repaired too. Not only that, it no longer displays any useful information readouts. It seems that the inner workings had been damaged beyond repair.Luckily, the cyborg had been out of position, otherwise, you wouldn’t be currently be watching it angrily charging at you. Grasping around, you quickly realize that your weapons have been thrown all around just like you were.“Warwick, now !” You scream out.And suddenly, you lose both your hearing, and your sight. With your helmet being unable to compensate for it, the blinding flashes of the explosives and the endless booms shaking your eardrums put you in a state of confusion.It takes you a solid minute or two to regain your vision, with white flashes still going through your eyes, annoying your vision. Your ears however, are still ringing and you cannot make out anything around you. Eventually, you notice a hand reaching out to you. Grabbing it, you are pulled up to your feet, unsteadily. The only thing keeping you going right now is adrenaline.“ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃin, ᶜᵃn ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵉ ?”“WHAT ?!”“ᶜᵃn ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵉ ? Can you hear me ?”“Yea, yea, I can.” You say, finally recognizing Warwick’s voice. “Did you get the bastard ?”“We did, sir. Take a look.” He points to a scorched, still glowing hot collection of metal on the floor. The surrounding area is just as badly damaged, with the hallway warped, you also notice that you are leaking air.“You really did unload everything, huh ?”“Well, I don’t mind following orders to the letter every once in a while.” He responds with a laugh.Your men hesitantly approach the heap of metal. Eventually, coming close enough to deliver a kick. The metal jumps, scaring the absolute living shit out of your men, as they once more both blind and deafen you, unleashing the entirety of their fresh magazines. Until another kick, five or so minutes later, no longer jumps up.“It’s dead, sir.” One of your marines, judging by the bent armour around his neck, being the one you had saved with your ruse, reports.“My helmet’s done for. Get Tetrault on the line. I want to know what is happening out there. And get me to the doc.” Wincing, you say.
>>5288581“Look at the bright side, captain. You won’t have to listen to him nagging you.” Warwick says once more in good humour, stress must’ve gotten to him as well, first time you’ve seen him so outright cheerful....“The situation is secured. We’ve detected a rise in the energy output on the Aggressor, but Lord-Commander Ahsing had already crippled all of its thrusters. It is entirely dead in space, unable to move.” Tetrault, having come down here with some emergency reports, before the doctor, despite his grumblings, has a chance to begin tending to you.“Good. But your facial expression tells me that I am about to hear something that I do not want to.” You say through the pain.“The battle had taken a long time, and most of our shuttles had been destroyed, captain. We cannot launch rescue operations for every vessel lost in the fight. We will have to prioritise who to search for first.”“And yet more follow me to the grave, huh.” Guess they’ll call me the undertaker as well ? It would fit well with the Ghoul name.“What ships still have their shuttles ?”“Our own Timur, and the Bullseye.”“So, five shuttles in total ?”“Correct, sir. If we’re to look for survivors with any efficiency, they will all have to be dedicated to sweeping a specific hull.”The lower the character is on a list, the lower are their chances of survival. Make your list.>First (Giacomo Kenne/Mikel Leiser/Payat Teigon/Rasia Alpizar)>Second (Giacomo Kenne/Mikel Leiser/Payat Teigon/Rasia Alpizar)>Third (Giacomo Kenne/Mikel Leiser/Payat Teigon/Rasia Alpizar)>Fourth (Giacomo Kenne/Mikel Leiser/Payat Teigon/Rasia Alpizar)>Perhaps, of course, you have an idea that could allow you to rescue more of your officers, faster ? (Write in)
>>5288584>Perhaps, of course, you have an idea that could allow you to rescue more of your officers, faster ? >Use the bigger ships to start docking with ships of similar size. Smaller ships try docking with smaller ships and shuttles transport inbetween the smaller ships.>There are more ways to rescue others than shuttles.>Freefloaters we can try to save with shuttles, but most likely those people are flung to far away.
>>5288584I had completely forgotten, so please excuse me.>Lashawn Urtz
>>5288584I will let other anons choose the list but I will just put down Alpi has top priority We better get a fuck ton of shekels for this >>5288602Support
>>5288632Shekels? It will be shekels AND the water planet.Also an Idea QM, when we meet the Duchess again we walk in with a broken suit of armour on and drop the cyborgs bodies in front of her.
>>5288602to a degree this. of course there are most likely ships with no possibility to move, so i'll make a otherwise list that others can vote for or not.>first:rasia alpizarwe promised her this as a chance to get back to her family as soon as possible. we are not leaving her here for dead. we made a promise.>second/third: mark's friends giacomo kenne/mikel leiserit's sad to say, genuinely i don't personally wanna put either of these on either second or third. but i would put them on either of these two and not 4'rth since, while we of course care for all of our captains, they are marc friends, and we can only ever put our own personal relations in front of us if we simply cannot do anything else. i leave this up to the vote of whoever votes for this message.fourth:Payat Teigonsimply because, while i don't want him to possibly die, i would think it would be our own personal least loss if so. at least emotionally.it's a very up in the air choice, but that's at least what i generally lay out as my vote, and as a option for others to vote for.(also sorry if i haven't been very active in the last month and a half, i've been occupied with school, having gotten driven over by my teacher and my wallet having been stolen 2 weeks after said event)
>>5288637Boy, I'm writing my bachelorsthesis and I'm having writers block left right and center. Looks like we both drew the short stick.
>>5288584>>5288602To the degree that it's possible, sure>Rasiathen>Payatthen>Leiserthen>Kennethen>UrtzRasia simply in terms of her rank goes first. Among our subordinates, I favor Payat above the faceless friends because he's a pretty useful tool in the Ghoul's hands. Apologies to Lashawn, but pirate auxiliaries naturally come last in terms of priority.>>5288642>A fellow thesis struggler I'm with you anon.
Maybe we could use one of the shuttles to ferry around a bunch of people in vac suits with basic medical and suit repair kits, so O2 duct tape, stims etc. drop them off at the nearest floaters while going after the farthest ones to pick them up so we are working in while giving care and treatment to the ones closest to us and seeing which ones we have to pick up first and such. Basically making a zig zag line dropping off first responders before zipping out to pick up people who we couldn’t get to as easily to stem the death for a minute
>>5288584>Giacomo Kenne>Mikel Leiser>Payat Teigon>Rasia Alpizar
>>5288635wanted to write something for an idea of a possibly badass scene we might be able to see in the future if our QM likes this that i have written here."countess Philicia, the first part of the request for my service to you in hunting the pirates destroying our trade vessels. is for YOU, you come to my ships hanger bay."(after 20 minutes of walking with all of the express travel methods throughout the local station, she enters the hangers of the Timur owned by Fergus Proenza)...on entering the room, there is nothing inside of the hanger. no workers, no spacecraft, nothing, other than a weirdly made throne. a throne, made of what seems to be the pieces of cyborgs, ones which seemingly had been melted, blown to pieces, slashed and mashed until nearly even unable to be called human-like, if their previous existence could've even been called that.and on top of the throne. is a single person. Proenza. his body still oozing blood from re-opened wounds around his chest area. likely the movement of getting to this same hanger having re-opened them.and with a tone both full of mirth and death, he says:"so, have you missed me? after all, what murderer wouldn't want a corpse that keeps on getting back up on it's feet"
>>5288237here's the first batch of shipsi did some upgrades on the older designsadded scaffolding on sideguns no problemdifferentiated the point defense lasers from the railgunspoint defense lasers sometimes get double barrel turrets to retain scale when paired side by sidechanged the prow of M.A.G. mounting shipsextended the white outline on M.A.G. to give a sense of special effect, tell me if it looks out of placechanged the propulsion on older generation frigades larger and bulkier but shallower in confront with the newestthe new fenrir and protector took a while to get right
>>5288584>Use the missile frigates to assistNot like we need them for combatSupport >>5288602>Alpi>Payat>Marc’s friends>UrtzI like Urtz, I honestly hope that he survives, but I can’t justify prioritizing his life over Marc’s friends.
>>5288602Support.>>5288584Can we also get an update of what ships we actually have left at this point?
>>5288788Support>>5288704Great art lad! Keep it up!>>5289185Wait, we have ships left? With losses like these, we’ll never get a larger fleet.
>>5289365With losses like that the enemy won't have multiple larger fleets. HA.
so after we get rescue and repair done with should we leave our fleet here and take only 1 or 2 ships back so our precious salvage isnt scoped up
Okay, so you will use the ships for the rescue efforts, not a bad idea, but the reason why the shuttles are favoured is because the vessels are pressurized, so if they get hit, the crew tends to go flying, which is why they are primarily used for search and rescue purposes. Just thought I should make that clear.Alright, simping for Alpizar wins, as you will attempt to rescue her first. Giacomo then followed by Mikel. Afterwards it will be Payat. And finally, thrown under the bus, will be Urtz.Alpi gets a 1d100 best of 3Giacomo gets 1d100 best of 2Mikel gets 1d100 best of 2Payat gets 1d100 best of 1Urtz gets 1d100 best of 1 + increased DCSorry for not to many updates, my schedule has been hectic, I will try my damndest to put out an update tomorrow.
>>5288704Great job ! I love seeing these anon. If you ever get inspired to run your own space shooting quest, I'd love to see what your brain could cook up on a map !
Rolled 9, 79, 17, 86, 83 = 274 (5d100)>>5292124All right I am just gonna roll all of them
>>5292129Not bad I at least saved Paypat and Urtz and Giacomo so I believe in you anons to save the other 2!
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>5292124
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>5292124
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>52921241
Rolled 63 (1d100)>>5292124
Whelp looks like Mikel is only one to not make it9, 29, 69 for Al79, 73 for Gia17, 23 for mikel86 for payat83 for urtz
>>5292182RIP Mikel i guess
>>5292124with the frigades finalized and secured to the beltnow we're cooking with destroyers(lord knows the guardian class was a bitch and a half, not gonna lie)i'm also having trouble with the lenght comparisons so if they feel a little wonky it's because of that(because of the limitation of pixels railguns can be both thin like lasers or double line thickbut will always be longer than lasers)ps. can you spot the skull on the raider class?
>>5292302nice art dude, honestly you should get some type of reward for this dope art
>>5292302Nice work again!Is the command bridge the skull?
>>5292308yes it is!>>5292306my reward is that this quest gets the ship models it deserves!(god that sounds so autistic)>>5292125you better believe i will eventually make my own space quest with shonen anime protagonists and alien hookers!(and with this i get some modeling experience while keeping the space opera scene engaging, win-win)(i dearly miss hive queen quest, for house and dominion and the starwars one with palpatine)
>>5292302Once again exemplary work, do you make mods?
You had promised Rasia that this will be her last campaign, and if not, it will sure as hell shorten the amount of time taken for her to finally reach retirement.“Send out the missile ships as well as Marc’s cruiser to begin docking procedures with what ships you can, prioritize Lady-Captain Rasia Alpizar, followed by Lord-Commanders Giacomo Kenne, Mikel Leiser, Payat Teigon. Oh, and dispatch a force to look for Lashawn Urtz after our own are secured.” You say, having weighed the importance of everyone listed. The cold and cruel necessity in the field of battle, one that you no doubt will have to exercise in the future on a much grander and greater scale. You cannot lie, your personal feelings and emotions had possibly influenced your decision making, but even from an outsider’s perspective, they would have no reason to judge you.“Understood, captain. I shall begin to organize the rescue efforts.”“Thank you, Lieutenant-Commander. You are dismissed.”“Sir.” With a salute, Tetrault leaves the infirmary. She leaves you with your pain.The pain unfortunately shared across the vessel, as the infirmary is full with injured. Ranging from a few cuts, bruises, and a bit of bleeding, all the way to life threatening injuries and crippling debilitations.Though it may be a tad bit too ironic for your taste, the only reason why the doctor had in fact not screamed your ears off was because he had become far too busy and far too tired to bother doing so. Instead, he silently begins to tend to your wounds. No operation for you, at least not for now.As he tries to reset your broken bones, you turn to look to the side, at the far end of the infirmary specifically. There lays Datz, still unconscious. The doctor and his assistants had deemed it necessary for her to be in a medically induced coma. As means to avoid both emotional and physical shock from injuries sustained. To fully bring her back up, you need proper facilities. Hell, maybe the Aggressor-class has them. It is a heavy cruiser of a modern design after all. Now, you only need to actually capture it. Which will be an annoying task, considering that they probably have more able bodied soldiers aboard than the remainder of your crews.These thoughts, plans, schemes, some may call them, allow for your mind to not ponder on the soon to be things beyond your control. For at the end of the day, you are but a man, no matter how skilled and cocky you may be. The only thing you could do now, would be to offer a silent prayer, to anyone that would listen, but you never were overly sentimental to do so. No, you shall instead believe in your subordinates, and those you trust will do their damndest to survive.For to fly alongside the Ghoul one must not fear death, and cheat it at every turn.
>>5293528-(POV shift: You are Lady-Captain Rasia Alpizar and it is cold.)It hurts to breathe, so you try to take as shallow breaths as possible. The metal piping had gone straight through your uniform with the force of a hurricane. You can feel your own body failing. One downside of you genehancements, you suppose. Perhaps Fergus would find some good humour in that ? A madman, through and through, but you have to admit, he made you smile. So sure of himself, even if crippled, you are certain that he’d crawl to stab whomever dared to injure him. And somehow, despite what may happen, he would emerge victorious. Bloodied, bruised, near death, but he would survive.Ah, if only your husband had such tenacity, maybe you wouldn’t find yourself dying alone, cold, without any light around you.The pipe that had gone through you is the least of your injuries, with your cruiser being ripped in half, the pressure of being exposed to the void had sent everything flying around you. Even though you cannot see it, but your legs are gone, your right arm is nothing more that a mangled mess of flesh. And you are leaking oxygen.The uniform, is doing its best to keep you alive as long as possible, but it is a losing battle. Perhaps you are lucky, having lived for so long. Or maybe you were cursed, feeling the final moments of your life with such clarity.Exerting what strength you still have, you place your right hand upon your chest. Clasping the small locket upon the golden chain around your neck.“I wish I could look upon you again, my little star.” You say weakly. “But I cannot. I am. So, so sorry, my little star. I will not be able to be there to watch you grow into a fine man. Someone who could carry this wide galaxy on his back. Please, forgive me, please forgive your fool of a mother, that I will be departing before you to meet your father. My little star, at least you will not have to suffer this cruel, pointless war like we had to.”That thought allows you a meek smile. In order to preserve the various noble houses, your son will be exempt from his military service, now that both his parents had died.[blue]Ah, I won’t be able to look upon my grandchildren.[/blue] You sorrowfully think, as tears, held back for so long, finally start to fall over like a dam broken. You shiver, as more and more blood leaves your heavily injured body. The readout of your uniform informs you that you’ve run out of oxygen, a while back in fact. No surprise there, the hissing coming from the crack in front of your eyes had gone silent a while back.“It seems that I will not be able to witness your ascension, Fergus. I have no doubt that you’d make a fine admiral like you promised, with such stubbornness that even I have to find it endearing.”
>>5293531There, upon the distance, you finally see it. A light. A promise of peace, a promise of land of wine and honey. You can hear laughter in your ears. The sound of your husband. The wailing cries of your son. The cheeky teasing and bragging of Fergus.[blue]I do not want to go yet.[/blue] You cannot even muster the strength to mutter the words, as your life flashes through your eyes. The joys and the sorrows, all intermixed with one another, sending you off on a final journey without end.-(POV shift: You are Isma'il Bronstein, just one of the rank-and-file under command of the “Ghoul”.)“Time of death ?” You ask the man next to you.“16:54 ship time.” Responds your fellow.“Noted.” You say putting down another name on your datapad. Judging by the ranking on the uniform, you had found Lady-Captain Rasia Alpizar. And depressingly, you had been seconds too late. “Wish we could have done more here.” You say with tiredly. The fields of death are always littered when the Ghoul commands, you had come to learn.“Nothing we could have done. Her IFF got busted and she was flung out with a section of the ship blocking scans, with this mess of debris around us.” With a sigh, your fellow explains.“Should we try to retrieve the body ?”“No, let the dead rest whilst there’s still living out there. Mark her location, we will retrieve her once we save whom we can.”“Got it.” You say, placing a beacon on the body as gingerly as possible. You had already done so dozens of times, and you have no doubt that by the end of the day, you will do so for hundreds. The only reason you decide to ask, was because of the rumours of the closeness between the two Captains. You might dislike the Ghoul, but you can sympathize with the loss of someone you cared for.“No point in staying here any longer.” Leaving the Lady-Captain you say....“Over here !” You call out. You had gone through the destroyer, and damn was that thing torn to shreds. Luckily, you’ve found a passed out man in one of the collapsed hallways.Heading over to it, you quickly recognize the IFF signal.“Identity confirmed.” Nodding you inform those around you. “Command, we’ve located Lord-Commander Giacomo Kenne. Life signs green.”You say that, but the man seems bruised and beaten to hell and back. Luckily, he had only lost an arm, deadly to most, but for most genehanced bluebloods, entirely survivable, presuming rescue comes in time.“Easy there, get him to the Bullseye !”...“Damn shit luck.” You shake your head, both as means of consolation and an attempt to fight of your exhaustion.“At least it was quick.” Your fellow says.
>>5293533“I suppose. Still, a messy way to go.” Placing a beacon, you once again look over the mangled corpse of Lord-Commander Mikel Leiser. The command bridge got hit straight on, killing most of the bridge crew instantaneously. The only reason why you were even able to recognize him was due to the officer markings on his uniform and even that took some effort.“Come on. We’ve only got to find one more officer, then I guess we’ll do a sweep for that pirate. I do not know about you, but I need to sleep, for a week.”“Agreed. I might put in a request for a transfer after we get back. I’m tired of all of this. Hey, you think offie Gav will take me along ? The cap no doubt intends to give him a fat farewell check.”“You have tits on that chest ? If not, I doubt it.” You respond in jest. You do not know when it happened, but humour had become the only defence mechanism after sifting through so much destruction and death....“Gentlemen. Good to see you. I am in need of medical attention.” Lord-Commander Payat Teigon says to you and your dumbfounded group of compatriots.“Are there issues ?”[blue]Of course there are issues ! Look at your disfigured mug ![/blue] You do not say so, for a perfectly fine and working facemask in now upon the Lord-Commander’s head. A bloodied and broken one is discarded next to an officer, whom curiously enough, is missing his own mask, he also does not appear to possess any facial injuries.“No, sir. I am certain that Knight-Captain will be happy to see you once more.” You eventually stammer out,“Lead the way.”And with those simple blunt words, you nervously escort him to Lord-Commander Ahsing’s Vigilance-class....“Hey, you picking up anything ?” You call out, your body aches, your mind is barely able to process what is happening.“Nope. Geez, you’d think that pirates would follow all of the health and safety regulations set out by imperial regulation.”“I don’t know about you, but we’ve circled this area for about twenty minutes now. I doubt that we will find anymore survivors than we already had.”“Then let’s head back. I feel like I’m about to pass out.”...-(End of POV shift.)You are roused from your sleep. Well, you called it sleep, but the groans of pain around you had not made it particularly easy to get some shut eye. The entirety of your fleet, last you heard, had their infirmaries overrun by wounded survivors.If possible, you’d very much so like to get back on the bridge, the problem of your plan quickly arose when the doctor nearly stabbed you with his scalpel and told you to lay back down. Nothing like an overworked and overstressed medical practitioner to put the fear of God in man’s heart, you quickly came to learn. Even with the advanced tools of the age, and numerous assistants, the man is nearly off his rocker due to the sheer amount of patients.
>>5293534“Captain, you are needed on the bridge.” Warwick calls out entering the infirmary.“Like hell he is needed ! You try to move my patient and the next time you get stitched for your wounds I will also sew your rectum shut !” The rabid voice of the doctor echoes across the room.“Listen, doc. The place is overrun with people, right ? How about we free up a bed for you by taking the captain to his quarters instead, under the supervision of one of your aids ?” Surprisingly diplomatic, Warwick offers.A moment of thought later, the doctor says. “Fine. But be careful !”“Do I, your captain, get a word in this ?”“You are my patient first, and no.” Grumbling, and grabbing a cup of coffee, doc spews out.Shrugging, Warwick start to help out to transport you back to your quarters....Laying upon your comfortable bed, you turn towards Tetrault who had been waiting for you before the secure hallway.“I’d really like to know why everyone is so silent in front of me.” You call out.“Good news first, sir. The remainder of the pirates aboard the Aggressor-class are willing to surrender. If you guarantee their pardons.”“Not bad, is that all they want ?”“Well, after they were informed that you had killed the last cyborg, we had come to learn he had been Tristan. In the communications exchange, when the remaining pirates learnt of this news, they are willing to serve under you, captain.”“What, they didn’t find me, oh so dishonourable ?”“I had not mentioned that part, nor do I think they would care.”>Accept the offer.>Decline the offer. Let the pirates sit there for all you care, they cannot manoeuvre at all. >Decline the offer. These pirates will offer no terms, try to seize the ship.>(Write in)“And the bad news ?”“The privateer Lashawn Urtz is M.I.A., presumed K.I.A.”A shame, he’d made a good officer, but it is not a terrible loss.“Lord-Commander Mikel Leiser had been reported killed.”“I see.” You say letting out a sigh. Marc is going to be devastated hearing the news.As you look around, you notice that Warwick had departed, and only Tetrault remains, her face still unchanging. She also stands unmoving, not breaking eye contact with you.“What is it, Tetrault ?”“Captain. Lady-Captain Rasia Alpizar, had been found dead.”Your eyes widen.“We had also recovered her last words, should you want to listen to them.” She says, placing down a recorder.“Thank you, Lieutenant-Commander. You are dismissed. I will make my decision soon.” You say stoically.“Sir.” She salutes. “I would just like for you to know, sir. That many more would have died should the pirates had continued on and succeeded with their plans.” Her final words follow her as she leaves the room.You gaze upon the recorder.>Listen to her last words.>Let sleeping dogs lie.
>>5293537When Baron had died, you kept your mind clear, and simply drank to the fallen. Will your professionalism, and stoicism remain still ?>Only the dead had seen the end of war. No matter what, and unstable leader will simply result in more deaths.>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.>Tears roll down your face, as someone else you cared for dies under your command. You had invited her to follow you, and now she is dead. How can you not cry ?>(Write in)[red]The DC was 70. +20 For Urtz.[/red]
>>5293537>Accept the offerSetting emotions aside, I'm pretty happy to take the pardon and press gang them under Ox. Saves resources. >Listen to her last words>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.
>>5293537>Accept the offer>Listen to her last words.Its the only right thing to do.>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.
>>5293539>>Only the dead had seen the end of war. No matter what, and unstable leader will simply result in more deaths.
>>5293537>>5293562>Accept the offer.>Let sleeping dogs lie.
>>5293539>Accept the offer.The beginning of the ghoul's second chancers fleet it is.>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.bottling up emotions for too long is dangerous.>Listen to her last words.Least we can do.
>>5293537>Accept the offer & (Write in)on the condition that they go free, in the service of the water world, if that one still has it's orbital defense/if they can work in the mines on said water world if the defenses are gone, i don't care, just in some way that can at least punish them to a degree and help us in other ways. >Listen to her last words.we must go through with it. even if this is a sad day, one must always honour the dead. >Tears roll down your face, as someone else you cared for dies under your command. You had invited her to follow you, and now she is dead. How can you not cry ? & (Write in)i don't care if this will bite into our finances later on. request that her body get's retrieved, and a sarcophagus built which will have a internal cryogenic system inside of it to preserve her.we will bring her along, for we do not leave the fallen until we can bring them to their rightful graves. i WANT her, to be brought back to her child. even if we have to fly the ship with her in it all the way there ourselves. she deserves it, just as much as her child. since we were responsible for her in this, being the one who asked if she wanted to join.and if we cant bring her back to her home, to her child, i at least, wanna see if there is ANYTHING, that we can do to bring her back. even if it is to make her a cyborg body akin to the combat cyborgs, with only a brain, almost like robocop. WE WILL bring her back home, in one way or the other.dead men walking do not leave their brothers & sisters behind.either we stich her back together, or hand her back personally if that isn't a possibility. that's my disposition.
>>5293614It's an NPC, calm down.
>>5293537>Accept the offer.>Listen to her last words.>>5293539>Only the dead had seen the end of war. No matter what, and unstable leader will simply result in more deaths.>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have.You should have posted the DC before Newb, I was expecting Alpi to make it.
Wait the DC was 70 but Alpi didn’t make it….which rolls did you count for who cause you said she was Bo3 and everyone but urrx was Bo2? Very confused how everyone but 2 died given how many above 70s we rolled
>>5293614Anon, she's Fergus's friend not his goddess. That's a bit much don't you think?>>5293618But this way, the loss is more excruciating!
>>5293617even if it is just an NPC, remember, proenza DOESN'T have an outsider view on the story.for him, all of this is very real, and he has just lost a person who trust him, at least to a degree, which isn't easy in his position. even if WE don't and shouldn't feel hard from this, HE is not us. and should feel about this how a person in his position would feel about such losses, especially after having been so broken by so much death around him, most of it being from his directions and actions. proenza isn't a fortress of steel, and this is where his lack of experience in the navy in dealing with death will come to bite him in the soul.
>>5293629I would guess he took it like >>5292182Wrote it down
>>5293537>Accept the offer.Let the Ox have em>Listen to her last words.We brought her out so may as well hear her out. >With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.Fergus does not cry, but becoming the incarnation of anger certainly fits him.
>>5293611Be careful though, we don’t want to be space Dirlewanger >>5293631>>5293634Alpi was a good bro and it is our fault for bringing her on our wild ride so I do support paying for funeral expenses
>>5293629From the top >>5292129>9 Rasia>79 Giacomo>17 Mikel>86 Payat>84 Urtz>>5292141>29 Rasia>>5292158>69 Rasia>>5292165>73 Giacomo>>5292172>23 MikelIn principle each anon could roll once for each character, assigning rolls in order of the voted-on priority.
>>5293660I never liked that one anon rolled for everyone btw, the fact that it killed Alpi just makes my blood boil.
>>5293666I too disliked it, Satan. Honestly though, it took three anons failing the 70 DC to kill her. The Dice Gods wanted her dead. May they have mercy next time.
>>5293655Everything but Dirlewanger.Second chancers and not wait up with commiting atrocaties I want to join in.Once they go back to their old ways it's a bullet.
>>5293666>>5293675In my defence I was the one who saved Giacomo and Payat while Urtz just had a high DC. Plus the other anons also failed to save her when it was a bo3 so I did my best! >>5293677Tread a fine line
>>5293677>The Ghoul's Penal BrigadesWe're gonna need some barrier troops. Good thing Payat survived!
>>5293537>Accept the offer.for now>Listen to her last words.>With your body broken, rise from the bed, displaying strength that you should not have. You’ve bottled up your rage long enough.That Aggressor is not here by chance.Have Iron go through of all enemy comms for any links to noble houses and interrogation our new "crewmates" for the same. For we have cutted down tree and now we will find roots and we shall burn them ALL.
>>5293634+1 ... We really leave a path of corpses behind us, dont we?
>>5293675That 69 stings especially.>>5293681It’s more from a fairness/participation perspective. The other anons should be included in rolling the dice, otherwise why even let other anons roll when you could roll 9d100s and settle the whole encounter yourself ya know?
>>5293537>Accept the offer.Kek, we actually punked Tristan.>Listen to her last words.We should definitely do something about her kid. Maybe visit them when we have some leave?>Tears roll down your face, as someone else you cared for dies under your command. You had invited her to follow you, and now she is dead. How can you not cry ?
>>5293614+1I think she is most likely beyond saving though. But a proper funeral is likely to make us not seem cruel in the eyes of others, and might bring some respect to us from other nobles.
>>5293537>Accept the offer.>Listen to her last words.>Tears roll down your face, as someone else you cared for dies under your command. You had invited her to follow you, and now she is dead. How can you not cry ?
>>5293539>Accept the offer.>Listen to her last words.1000 years into the future and we can save or put into stasis some one who just died from air and blood loss. This empires teck sucks donkey balls. We should freeze her anyways just in case. Who knows, maybe iron can figure something out without turning her into a borg.
>>5295483Bio-engineered to go into animated suspension if critically damaged as well. I hate to say it, but this universe’s bio—medical technology is shit.
>>5296099yeah, this is kind of a point i've only come to think of now, but unless there had been several technological apocalypses, the fringes having NO tech in comparison to the core worlds, or that technological development was stifled within the empire as to slow societal progress(which is inherently disruptive to already existing power structures and societal ideals) then there should be no possible way that medical technology isn't already at the point of human machine singularity. since even if tech was to become harder and harder to research as it became more advanced, the tech we are seeing right now should've been the developments maybe 150 years after solar expansion (at our current modern advancement)im not saying bad QM'ing, at least not immediately, but at least as of right now without any other in universe explanation, the story becomes disbelievable really quickly, since as of my right now knowledge, this is meant to be a continuance from modern day and into the future, not some different, alternative earth, and therefor should follow at least most real life ideas if one is to stick with reality as it's origin (at least in terms of sci-fi universes)
>>5296099>>5296136Anons, tell me what you think about the realism of medical care in Sudan or rural Mississippi. Technology of any kind, medical technology included, does not develop at a linear rate. And those developments, when they happen, certainly do not proliferate in a regular pattern across industries, societies, and economies. Supposing that they make it out into broader circulation at all, rather than going more or less undiscovered.>the tech we are seeing right now should've been the developments maybe 150 years after solar expansionPray tell, on what basis?
>>5296184We ain’t talking about the rando plebs of Sudan or rural whatever, we’re talking about medical and biotechnology for the established nobility, where gene-engineering is such a norm even the soldiers could get them. It’s a bit silly to think that after a millennium that someone couldn’t be revived minutes after life-signs cease.I understand what Newb is going for, and having Alpi die within seconds of the rescue team is heartbreaking, but one has to wonder why they couldn’t revive her when gene-engineering biological survival mechanisms to prolong survivability is a thing. What, you saying that the nobility wouldn’t invest in expensive revival techniques and technology in such a deadly universe?
>>5296184(sorry for this message first coming after like, 7 hours, i was sleeping.)if i wanna elaborate further onto my own line of thinking, which makes it kind of stupid for me this tech isn't already widespread enough that even nobles in backwater areas should have it, which is a moot point, since as alpizar said, she comes from a core world and was pressed out here through military service requirements, is that, and try to follow my line of reasoning in this.why wouldn't people have worked towards negligible senescence? if you don't know, negligible senescence is the idea, that if you understand how to treat the symptoms of aging enough, even if the body degrades, you can from the outside repair it quick enough to counter that degeneration. this isn't even talking about the ability to stop aging on a biological level, aka to stop said degeneration, but just the idea of fixing the problems fast enough that we just don't die.negligible senescence has been the goal of medical sciences, ever since the birth of it. it's anti-biotics, it's fixing the broken bones which otherwise would've hampered you, the old liver being helped by meds to regulate itself as it's hormonal systems start breaking down. all of this has been for the purpose of trying to stop the things that kill us early. but as medical science has advanced, one of the biggest killers in the modern age, is: (drum roll) cancer!cancer is the modern biggest medical problem, and is directly linked to our age, since it becomes more and more of a battle to try and fight against it as we become older and our genetic factories decay. which is why, even today, one of the biggest fields of medical science, is the removal of cancers, and the helping of patients with it.and i know it's already a very long winded point im making, but im getting to it right now after the preface.so, why did biomedical advances stop?from when i was born, 2002, to today, cancer research has gone so far as to have several different treatments to many of the more common, and uncommon forms of cancer. just within soon two decades.and after cancer, isnt aging itself the thing people would work on trying to cure? how about stupid bodily processes which could destroy our bodies after accidents? the ending of all genetic diseases which cripple us as we age/cripple us from birth.in twenty years, we have not just made the sequencing of a humans genome possible, but also available for use on patients. (continued)
>>5296184even in the modern day, one of the projects which have sprung up alot has been the idea of curing aging, since aging necessarily is the biggest contributor to our "decay" over time, the body being like a machine unable to repair every small detail, and therefor breaking down over time. since, i wanna stress this since it's not a notion everyone understands and is important for this discussion.there is no one who "died of old age" there are people, who's bodily systems decayed enough as to that we in our current day couldn't have done anything to improve on their condition, and therefor let them pass away from this complication.there is already, in this current day projects that have researched how to fight aging, and how to alter the human as to improve it's own ability to fight against destruction.this includes, in the modern day:Senescent cell repair/murder via senolytic drugs which get's rid of cells in the body which cannot reproduce by themselves anymore, or take away from our health by not doing their needed actions within the body, and thereby acting as freeloaders.epigenetic markers, and how to extend the lifespan of telomeres(the protective layers on the end of our chromosomes) as to lessen cell generation decay.the usage of pre-cryo frozen mother stem cells to either inject at a later date into the body to work as a rejuvenating the area with cells which have near to no telomere degradation.organ replenishment via growing of organs using mother stem cells, aka using stem cells to make new versions of your own organs, majorly held back by the field of biological 3d printing.cybernetic replacements of parts which otherwise already breaking down ones, like the mechanical heart which was revealed not even a month ago.all of this, being my point that this is research which, while not in the public medicine yet, most of it is in development, and we SHOULD be seeing it released within the next 50 years. so where is all of the advances in this world? i don't even even just talk about these ones which i have mentioned, since i don't know if the anon would be as autistic as me to obsess and know about this shit, but just because we might've began going more into industrial research for in space. have people just stopped caring about the future death of oneself in this universe? is there no cancer fonts equivalent to help research fight against aging in the year 2200?
and as >>5296553this isn't sudan, there are still prominent members of society out here such as alpizar who was a core worlder, so why hasn't she got such improvments?
Testing to see if my phone data is still IP range banned.
>>5296617 Hey, hey !Alright, cool. The issues of bringing Alpi back will be discussed when I make an update later in the evening.Humanity has advanced in medical and bio technology to a point where one's lifespan can be extended by a good few centuries, but eventually even that fails.I shall address all of this, so do not worry. But yea, bio tech has somewhat stagnated due to overregulation and difficulty finding new means of acceptable improvements to the body. Homo novus would be a good example of lacking one of the most important things for a noble, making heirs.
>>5296621hmm, well okay, though again, even if we were to take into account there being in your universe a universal rule that, "genetic manipulation inherently lowers fertility in recipients" then it's still is that alot of the possible treatments which i mentioned here already are things which straight up don't interact with genetics, or are only adjacent to genetic manipulation. like how mother stem cell treatment (aka taking stem cells from a growing embryo which can either be from the same person it is going to be used on later, or a bunch grown from a singular cell which had its DNA replaced with recipient DNA before growth) is just taking stem cells grown from an early version of you and having been used to be injected into your older self so that they can intergrate into your body as newer parts of where they were added to. it not having inherently changed any part of your DNA.also, why can't leaders just freeze their own egg cells/sperm cells and then grow/be impregnated with them later on, making it such that one could augment oneself as much as possible since fertility would only be a problem if those storages got destroyed(and even if fertility also counted in the ability of a person to bear the child within them afterwards, then that is where jobs like surrogate mothers exist, those who take the implanted seed of a man and egg of a woman and gestate the child for them instead)i of course don't expect you to message back here right after i send this message, it's just as to also have these things in mind when you then do come here with a more thorough explanation. which, while we don't necessarily "require" one, having a good reason is always something which makes everyone happier in general.
Accept surrender 11Accept + waterworld 1Listen to the words 11Do not listen 1Rage 6Stoicism 2Grief 4Alright, so Fergus will listen to her words, which will only stoke his rage. After he calms down, he will accept the offer of surrender. He will also inquire of the possibility of preserving Alpizar and he'll ask Iron to go through the logs of the Aggressor.Writing.To address the rolling, I would prefer one anon one roll, but I do not think I would have enough rolls then. I might be wrong, was pretty tired when I sat down to write the update.Whilst I am writing I'll also answer questions about the setting you anons might have since we are on page 9 right now, as well as any other general questions.
>>5296136>>5296553>>5296597Listen, this discussion about what technology should realistically be available is all fine and dandy, but the reality is we failed the roll to save Alpi in time, hypothetically NewbQM could rewrite the scene or whatever but in all likelihood he is gonna keep the results of the rolls and just come up some other logical reason for her to be dead, as he should given the results of the rolls.I also have to say that arguing "but it's the future!" doesn't really mean there has to be substantially better than near-future technology, there could be any number of engineering or scientific limits or political approval process failures that simply make many sci-fi standbys impossible, people can assert that they believe anything is possible and we will surely have any number of sci-fi technologies in the future but it doesn't make it true. Also, it doesn't follow that just because there are real life anti-aging advances that may or may not come to fruition that we will find a way to prevent someone from dying after being deprived of oxygen or suffering traumatic injuries. The text literally says she is missing limbs and that she ran out of oxygen a while ago, she may very well had advanced augments that kept her conscious and alive longer but she was still dying during that time, no amount of magical regeneration technobabble would've made saving her plausible at that point short of truly soft-sci-basically-magic tech.
>>5297006oh i am fully able to understand that, we didn't come in time, and that is fair since that is what the dice decided.my personal point in this, was never what QM's universe should be like, nowhere did i say "this is stupid, MAKE IT OTHERWISE"i simply stated, that unless there were reasons that our QM could reasonably point to in universe, such as i mentioned in saying "but unless there had been several technological apocalypses, the fringes having NO tech in comparison to the core worlds, or that technological development was stifled within the empire as to slow societal progress(which is inherently disruptive to already existing power structures and societal ideals) then there should be no possible way that medical technology isn't already at the point of human machine singularity" where i threw out my reasonings, in it being unclear at the timemy major problem, and the reason why i went into this discussion, is because i know all too much of different people writing sci-fi, forgetting that people in their universes would still have the same humanitarian problems that we have today, that they would try to help each other, to lessen problems on a larger scale and be politically active in their every day. doesn't matter what the issue is, with whole planetary populations, you can find people interested in any given goal on any planet that isn't colonized two wendsdays ago.so i asked into the DM's reasoning, and he will now most likely expand onto it if anything. i can't force the DM to do anything, but i can say my own immersion was broken since people should act like, you know, people.
>>5297041Sure, that is fair. I may have strawmanned you and other anons in my haste to make my point, sorry for that if it was so, though I stand by the general sentiment of what I was trying to express. Wanting the QM to explain the nuances of the setting to make it so that Alpi's death is plausible is reasonable.That being said, I don't think anons should necessarily expect too much, NewbQM may not have the technical background to write out "realistic" societal/technological explanations for why things happen beyond appealing to some fairly standard explanations or some technobabble you could find in any sci-fi novel, no offence meant to you QM. Also, your personal standard of what counts as a plausible explanation may simply differ from the QMs or other anons, so you may get an explanation and just not like it, it happens to us all sometimes given everyone has different values and understandings of how the world works.
Honestly I to am sad and a bit miffed about the Alpi roll, I do think it should have been a much lower DC but that’s how the dice rolled and that’s how we are going to have to play it out. Honestly would have liked for it to be a case of we managed to just get to her in time but she got put into a comma and then we could have a little side chain to try and save her with Irons help. Say every week we get one d100 with a dc of 95 to get her out of the coma but anything we do to improve her treatment with iron can help to lower it, stuff like that would be an interesting side project and one that we could argue over and plan for and such. but that didn’t happen so I’m just chalking it up to Alpi being able to be saved by medical technology but loosing the battle of will. After all even healthy people can die in their sleep if they aren’t believing in life and whose to say someone on deaths door will be rational enough to not fight anymore as the walls are closing in and no one is seeming to come to the rescue.
Struggling on the bed, you extend your hand and grab the little device. And then you stare at it. Your single functioning eye boring deep into it, almost as if you could see through it, see to the person whose voice had been recorded. Their last dying moments.With some hesitation, you click on the “play” button.“I wish I could look upon you again, my little star…” A weak, sorrowful voice says, shallow and uneven breaths, clearly gasping for air fill the background of the voice, portraying the both the panic and the helplessness of Rasia’s situation.“…But I cannot. I am. So, so sorry, my little star…” Her son, she’s talking to her in the final moments. You subconsciously grit your teeth and begin to grind them, muscles tense as you apply pressure onto the device.“…I will not be able to be there to watch you grow into a fine man. Someone who could carry this wide galaxy on his back. Please, forgive me, please forgive your fool of a mother …” Why ? Why are you apologizing, Rasia ? I was the one who convinced you to come with me !Pain, sudden pain, working its way up from your hand. Only now do you realize that you had just slammed the bedside desk with all the force you could muster. The spartan metal showing an ever slight dent. A testimony of your sheer rage. No doubt, you had just broken your hand, but you do not care.“…that I will be departing before you to meet your father…” You rise from the bed, your body protesting the further abuse you are about to undertake. Your chest feels heavy, the recently set bones moving against the doctor’s orders.“…My little star, at least you will not have to suffer this cruel, pointless war like we had to…” You grab the closest chair, before flinging it with full force, the sound of metal impacting metal reverberates in your room, the metal wall now showing signs of abuse, the paint on its surface being scratched away. You kick over the table in your rage, your foot stinging from such an impact.“…It seems that I will not be able to witness your ascension, Fergus. I have no doubt that you’d make a fine admiral like you promised, with such stubbornness that even I have to find it endearing…”You scream, an animalistic scream of a wounded beast, filled with sorrow, but hate more than anything else, base primal emotions dominating your mind over anything else.The sound of glass breaking and shattering, the floor is stained by a mixture of liquids and expended foodstuffs as you slam the fridge down on to the floor, the rattling knocking the doors open....
>>5297164You breathe heavily, struggling to deal with the exhaustion, the spinning of your wounded head that had suffered a concussion. The world around revolves, giving you a feeling of vertigo. You sit almost perfectly still, your body hurts like hell. The overextension you just carried around earning you another visit at the infirmary and another chewing out from the doctor. Perhaps an extra week of being bedbound.Sighing heavily, you raise your comms device to your mouth, you clear your throat and are about to grab a glass of water so that your hoary voice, exhausted due to your intensive shouting wouldn’t come across. Your hand hangs limply as you take back all strength from it after stretching it out. Right. No more glasses. You think to yourself, looking over the glass shards on the floor.You try your best to sound as authoritative and professional as usual, but you cannot muster the same old cockiness accompanying your every word.With a curse, you hit the comms device and bring up Tetrault.“Tetrault, send my word to the pirates, I accept their deal. I want Commander Desmond to look over their integration, tell him to keep them in line no matter the method.” You say, trying to keep your voice even as usual.“Understood, sir. I shall carry it out.” Her clear voice responds.Turning off the comm, you quickly put in another frequency. “Iron, get your ass over here, there are things I want to know. Confidential things.”“My, my, captain. Bit thorny today.”“Just shut up and come to my quarters.” You cut off his smugness.“Very well, I shall be at your quarters in three minutes and nineteen seconds.” Without another word, he quickly cuts the connection.And so you wait, in absolute silence, the recording device still clenched tightly in your hand.“Captain, you look like you are on the verge of death, I’d suggest you head down to the infirmary.” Was that surprise in his voice ? Its hard to tell like everything else concerning Iron’s emotions.“Can you bring her back ?”“Who ?”“Rasia Alpizar.”“Depends, can I examine her body ?”You grab a datapad next to you, and quickly patch into the ship’s network, bringing up mortuary reports.“Here.” You say, extending it, wincing whilst doing so.“I see, I see.” He says quickly looking through the record. “Oxygen deprivation for more than half an hour since the body’s location. Internal wounds to such an extend that it resulted in one utterly collapsed lung and a general organ failure to the immense concussion originating from the impact. Severe blood loss due to exceptional crippling, to such an extent that the failing body could not stem its flow.”“Get on with it.”
>>5297166“Having all the facts is important, you know, only then can I provide a conclusion to your question.” Iron says dismissively. “Her genehancements are pretty extensive. Hmmmm… despite the nervous system suffering extensive damage and the brain being heavily injured. Her brain is relatively intact, her body entering a state of suspended animation.”You look upon him with some hope in your eyes.“I could offer you two options. Each presenting their own risks. I could make her into a cyborg, extracting the brain and the remains of the nervous system and putting them into a metallic body.”“And I assume there are problems with that ?”“It is a metallic body. I could make one that could “mimic” the feelings of touch, heat, cold, and everything else. But there would be a disconnect. It would still feel, strange, unreal, fake. In some cases, this had resulted in those with these modifications going insane, rather than helping them cope with the trauma. There are of course the inherent risks for such an operation.”You rise to your feet, ignoring the pain. “So she can live ?”“Not quite living, per se. And another thing to keep in mind, she is human, a noble in fact. To put her in there would be a violation of many treaties. We would require her consent, which we could only acquire after the fact. I can tell you from personal experience, that the transition is a difficult one. Those that undertake it voluntarily require months if not years of therapy.”“And the other ?”“You have the materials required to do so. I could scan her brain and upload her mind into an Alpha core. Her personality, her memories, those not lost of course, would all exist once more.”You sit back down. “Wouldn’t that be an illusion, nothing more than cruel mockery of whom she was ?”“Yes.” He responds bluntly. “But some prefer lives of fantasy than reality. An unhealthy condition that I would caution you against. I had seen how loss could break even the greatest of men, the wisest, the bravest, and even the most ruthless.”“It sounds like you talk from experience.”Iron goes silent for a moment, no witty remark, a snap at you, no flight of fancy for his philosophy. “Sometimes…sometimes it is best to let go, and accept that reality can be cruel.”“What of biological options ?”“Those are not my field of expertise. With her such damage as is, complete regeneration is impossible, the suspended animations buys time, but it only buys time when actual survival is possible.”“Cloning ?”“Highly illegal, requiring proper facilities and skilled personnel. All of which are exceptionally difficult to come by. There are also numerous issues with that, possible mental illnesses, genetic deviations, split personalities. Overall, cloning is a dangerous business.”“Goddammit, then what is the point of the genehancements the bluebloods always tout about if they are so useless !”
>>5297168“Those genehancements are the reason she did not die immediately. She could have stronger bones, thicker skin, regenerative functions as those of a lizard perhaps. But that would not make her human anymore. The very reason why nobles favour genehancements over cybernetics. If you wish for her survival, would you still be attracted to her if she appeared as a slug ?”“Wha-““Get your mind in line. Death in inevitable, even I know that I shall die one day. The biological body eventually fails, the genes eventually fray and fall apart, we cannot stop it, we can slow, we can fight against it, but it is a losing battle. My own brain is degrading, slowly but surely, century, after century, I can feel myself slower in my reasoning, slower in my reactions.”You stare in utter bafflement. For the first time, Iron seems more human than ever.“Unless you want mutated genetic abominations cooked up by minds that even I know not how function, I suggest you stop this line of reasoning. The imperial decrees enforcing the human form on human genetical engineering is the only thing that had stopped mankind from becoming a myriad of different species.” He finally grows silent.“The last thing mankind needs is further division, further desecration of whom we are.” He again pauses. “And of course, the vanity of the nobility puts a halt to such enhancements that would turn them into monstrosities beyond our imaginations.”“Even though they are artificially created in the womb ? Even though you yourself stand here more machine than man ?”“At the end of the day, they retain the human form, they retain the psyche and the form of man. My own body, I could make more efficient. My bipedal stance is a weakness, my high centre of mass is a weakness, my optics being in my head is a weakness. But my form is human, and I shall keep it as such, despite its weakness. Call me sentimental, but my mind refuses to take on a different form against the one I was born with.”“Do not allow grief to cloud your mind. Death is a part of human condition, it something we must all live with and grow alongside with. You are a man, you are an adult.” He looks around the room, walking over the turned over fridge, shifting through the mess you made. “Deal with your emotions, for they are part of you, but do not allow them to control you. Remember her name, remember her purpose, and honour it.” He pops open a surviving bottle of wine. “Drink away your sorrows, awaken tomorrow with a clear mind and proceed to live for the dead.”You grab the bottle and look at it alongside the recorder.“You sound like a father scolding a child.” For some reason his talk brings back your conversations with your dad, him trying his best to keep you out of trouble.
>>5297170“For in my mind, you are a child. Biologically, you are fully grown, but mentally, few reach my age. Humanity had shared wisdom throughout generations, the old teaching the young lessons of life that they then proceed to ignore for their own self-belief. Only to fail and learn the same truths their elders tried to teach them. But we do so regardless, for once in a while, the young listen to the old and learn their wisdom. Make today that day.”You sit in silence.“Now then, captain.” Ah, back to the distant man of metal. “What else do you need of me ?”“Look through the Aggressor, files, data, anything. Also, I doubt Tristan shared codes with anyone, so I need you to hack it open for our use.” You say a minute or so later.“Very well, captain.” With a curt response, Iron begins to depart the room. “I suggest you read some philosophy. I would suggest for you to read upon Marcus Aurelius and his meditations, his thoughts are short and succinct, perfect reading for most. And look up some treatises on genetical modification and its regulations. As well as “Spirit and machine”, few have the will strong as mine.” And with the final recommendations, he walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.But you cannot allow your mind to wonder for long. A final matter must be solved. The merchants following behind you will arrive soon. Alone, they pose no threat, but you are mauled, and if they bring reinforcements with dark intent, you could easily be overwhelmed. You could of course depart the system in force, returning to safe port and hope that no one stumbles across the debris.You could also send a runner ship, with the pirates gone, they should be safe. But pirates are not the only force prowling these stars.And all of this is before you will have to consider the headache of just compensation, if you want to seize the Aggressor for yourself, all officers willing of course.>Stay in system, send a runner ship. >Stay in system, have the merchants send a runner ship.>Depart the system in force.>Depart the system in force, but allow the merchants to stay here for a promised rewards, guarding your trophies.>(Write in)
I can write up the treatises if you anons want to, but for now, it is late, and I wanna go to bed. Because my data is no longer IP range banned, I will be able to answer questions with more frequency as well.
>>5297172> Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.
>>5297172>Stay in system, have the merchants send a runner ship.>Start reading stoic philosophy>Hang out with Iron and learn more from him.
>>5297172>Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.>Start reading stoic philosophy.The idea of studying a little philosophy is by far the best advice we've ever received.
>>5297172ammending my vote from >>5297183to include >Start reading stoic philosophy.
>>5297176>>5297172im honestly surprised, so in the idea of it, it's a form of societal grasp that the leaders through time put through as to keep a cohesive identity within the empire? or at least semi-cohesive.>Depart the system in force, but allow the merchants to stay here for a promised rewards, guarding your trophies.>Start reading stoic philosophy.they can have alot of the general scrap which can't be refitted into new warships, and in exchange we might just add in something about a possible trade agreement between them and imperial worlds, possibly registering them in the archives as imperial in nature as to improve possible trade in the region. since now with the pirate threat gone, imperial law will slowly begin creeping back into the area.>Start reading stoic philosophy.while i agree with the fundamentals of iron's philosophic stance, there is still this nagging in me. and to an extent which i think proenza might also have after such a discussion.should this not also be her choice?while i know this is to a large degree emotionally charged, there is still a kernel of an origin to my feeling about this. and that is i think, while most likely a probable failure, we should still try to save her brain, and, maybe away from prying eyes, let her awaken, maybe not feeling anything, almost as if paralyzed, and asking her."miss alpizar, would you want, to meet your son, even if it might not be the same you to wake up? to do so in metal skin?"i don't think we should give her a full body, at least not to begin with. but to at least for a moment keep her alive with some old boxed machinery keeping bloodflow, and ask "is this a choice you would be okay with, even if you cannot be known by your old self anymore? to take on a new name to all those but your closest?"i don't wanna say either this is a right approach, but i think it's at least one, where before she rests, she get's to choose if to do so or not. to give her one last bit of agency.
>>5297266Just vat grow her a new body or give her one eventually. We got a super scientist onboard.
>>5297172>Depart the system in force, but allow the merchants to stay here for a promised rewards, guarding your trophies.
>Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.>Start reading stoic philosophy.>>5297172
>>5297172>Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.
>>5297172>>Stay in system, send a runner ship.
>>5297172>Depart the system in force, but allow the merchants to stay here for a promised rewards, guarding your trophies.>(Write in)Send some ships by outpost to pickup any survivors perhaps.Maybe its best to just freeze alpi and let her family decide what to do. If they want to try reviving her or keeping her frozen/dead.
>>5297172> Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.>Start reading Stoic philosophy
>>5297183SupportAlso include to start reading Marcus Aurelius Anons I am going to be honest just let her die. Every option given is to make her into a mockery of life. Just let her and die and let us start hitting the gym.
>>5297172>Send a runner ship from yourself and from the merchants that fly together to make sure that one will make it through.>Start reading stoic philosophy.
>>5297273Yes, but the fucking law.It's a good idea to know what really fucks us over so hard our ass would be like a black hole after they are done.
Your own and merchant 8Send merchant runner 1Send your own runner 1Read stoic philosophy 8Leave in force, leave merchants 3Send ships to outposts 1Hang out with Iron 1Writing.
>>5301445Glad to see you’re alive QM
yeah, good to see you active. i was actually becoming a little concerned :(but good to see that you are still kicking. but are you ok qm?
“Is this really necessary ?” You ask tugging against the restraints.“Oh, please be assured, captain. These are entirely necessary for your own protection. For, it seems that you get injured too often, whilst lacking any genetic enhancements or cybernetics to make the excessive injuries survivable. After all, it had been less than an hour when you were removed from my infirmary and aggravated your wounds to an excessive degree, not only that, you had also managed to inflict even more injuries upon yourself.” With the kindness smile you had ever seen on the man’s face, your ship’s doctor simply says.“But-““Captain.” He says raising a coffee mug, you can see the veins on his hands as he tightly clutches the mug, the sound of ceramics grinding against ceramics informs you that you should pick your next words carefully.“I- I see. Well, doctor, in five days’ time, I will be needed on the bridge to carry out my duties.”“Understood, captain.” A shiver runs down your spine as the man’s smile grows brighter. “Despite me being horrifically overworked and stressed, I shall make sure that you can recover sufficiently in mere five days. My. Best. Effort.”...Everything itches. You have no idea what the doc injected, and how much, but you had recovered from a decent amount of your wounds. Your bones are still broken, but the rapidly accelerated regeneration had allowed them to heal at a much faster rate, you still cannot move overly much, but it is enough for you to carry out your tasks. And you never want to do it again, the sheer amount of disgusting sludge meant to replenish the rapidly expended body’s resources had nearly made you throw up numerous times, but your stomach’s continuous growling forced you to eat that mess.“Captain, merchant shipping on system edge.” The sensors officer reports.“Comms, contact the merchants and tell them to get here as soon as possible.” You command upon your captain’s chair, still feeling slightly queasy and bloated.It will take a while for the merchants to reach your position, so for the moment, you try to balance yourself. If nothing else, the five days of confinement had allowed you to read up a bit on stoic philosophy. It had been simple enough as Iron said, luckily you had indeed good parents, if nothing else. A caring father that had whipped you into shape, since you were a problematic child. But you doubt you will be able to philosophically spar with Iron, or anyone else really.Thinking of Iron, you once more turn to the comms officer. “Comms, is Iron reachable ?”“Affirmative, sir.” A couple of moments later the officer responds.“Contact him.”“Yes, sir.”A few moments later the same assured, smug, metallic voice comes over the comms. “Captain, I was wondering when you were going to contact me.”“Have you found anything ?”
>>5301790“Not as much as you would like, but the crew had been exceptionally accommodating. The main archives had been entirely wiped clean. But some of physical means of storage still remained, squirreled away by the crewmen, whom with some encouragement, decided to share them with me.”“I am certain that they were more than happy to.”“Indeed, unfortunately, what I had primarily found were a few lists of contacts, locals mainly. Lists of subordinate pirates and their groupings. Most dead now.”“Outdated information that is entirely useless for us now. Great. Anything else ?”“Yes. A direct link. What information remains had allowed me to plot a course of the Aggressor all the way from Scorpio territory to here.”“A just cause for war, or at the very least a compliant lodged to the imperial court.” Interjects Tetrault. “This could potentially be lucrative to house Roy, captain.”“Am I entitled for a share ?” You ask with your usual grin, masking the rage you had felt mere days prior.“Most likely, sir.” She responds.“Were you able to get the ship going ?”“Not yet, the defensive protocols are extensive, the ship being of a new line production has the most modern tempering counter measures. If given enough time, I should be able to entirely reset it, the fact that it is a cybernetic interface had made it slightly easier for me to access it.”“Inform me whenever you get full access, make sure that the guns are fully functioning abover everything else, we’re gonna need the extra firepower.”“Already working on it, captain.” With a smug hum Iron responds before cutting the connection.“Sir, the merchants have arrived, they are hailing us.” Your comms officer quickly informs you.“Put them through.”“My lord, it is good to see that the pirates had been finally put down.” The old man’s voice comes through.“So am I. We are in need of immediate repairs, you will assist with these measures, and you will also send a runner ship alongside my own to friendly territory, informing them of our location and situation. For this, you shall be appropriately compensated.” With so much scrap around, you doubt that these subspacers will be able to resist the temptation of easy pay without any risk.“I understand, my lord. I shall send my aunt’s cousin’s husband immediately over.” The woman’s voice happily interjects.That damned clan system again. How can you keep a track of everything still remains a mystery. You think with slight annoyance.“As for the scrap around, would you mind if we started collecting the least valuable of the scrap that wouldn’t be of interest for you ?”“You may collect, but if you can keep it or not remains to be seen.” You say.
>>5301791About six weeks there, and about six weeks back. Seems like I will have a lot of free time on my hands for a while. You think, hoping that there will not be any rude interruptions whilst you wait.With a lot of free time on your hands, is there anything you would wish to do ?Can pick more than one.>Converse with someone. (Whom, about what ?)>You could order Rasia’s body but in cold storage, near complete zero circumstances. Her body, and most importantly her brain, will remain entirely intact.>Take a tour on the Aggressor, see how Scorpio design their ships.>(Write in)
>>5301778I'm fine. Just the last weeks of my studies for the year plus looking for a job over the summer, since my original plans fell through.
>>5301793>Converse with someone. (Whom, about what ?)The surviving officers and crew about how they are feeling and which suggestions they want to give. >You could order Rasia’s body but in cold storage, near complete zero circumstances. Her body, and most importantly her brain, will remain entirely intact.It's also good for a burial for the boy if we don't break the law.>Take a tour on the Aggressor, see how Scorpio design their ships.Also gives us an excuse to leran how to command this monster.
>>5301802>(Write in)Would also like to add that I'd like to make a stop at the water planet and try to get some better relations with them.
>>5301802+1 but also>Talk to iron over the matters of philosophy and historical leaders. This experience has shown Iron is human and old enough to be a decent counselor since we cant show weakness to our men
>>5301793>Converse with someone & (Write in) to have the crews of the ships gather, the officers and anyone able to act for themselves. and just walk around giving each, and every single one of them thanks for pulling us through that. to simply give them the honor that we don't deserve without them.>You could order Rasia’s body but in cold storage, near complete zero circumstances. Her body, and most importantly her brain, will remain entirely intact.as said, future possibilities might present itself, but otherwise i will say that we should just do it for burial reasons.>(Write in)as >>5301810 mentioned, id also wanna possibly visit the world on the way around, to see if the installation is still there somehow. possibly plan out a future for it at that time.>>5301796well good to hear it's at least things which you seem to be able to deal with.
>>5301793>>Take a tour on the Aggressor, see how Scorpio design their ships.
>>5301793>Converse with someone. (Tets, about her new command; Iron, about reverse engineering the Aggressor; the Captured Princess, about her current state of affairs and her family drama; Alpi, to say sorry and grieve)>You could order Rasia’s body but in cold storage, near complete zero circumstances. Her body, and most importantly her brain, will remain entirely intact.>Take a tour on the Aggressor, see how Scorpio design their ships.>Write to Alpi’s son
>>5301793Supporting >>5301802And >>5301828
>>5301793>Take a tour on the Aggressor, see how Scorpio design their ships.Thanks for running.
>>5303476 new thread>>5302917 I ain't dead yet.5235 words in total, so sit tight till I post everything.