Assallya

[Multiverse Spaceship RP] Stargate: Paradigm

Yeah the Glorious Heritage is ridiculous. Nova Bombs that destroy star systems are just the least of their insanity. Kinetic kill missiles speeding at 95 PSL with a range of just over one AU are just mind boggling.

Most other franchises wouldn't even see the attacks coming at that speed. Relativity is a mean bugger.

[Multiverse Spaceship RP] Stargate: Paradigm

You're absolutely correct Mataus. The "Sortie rate" is a very important metric that often gets forgotten when people talk about carrier strength. Being able to launch and recover aircraft quickly is very important in an operation.

I also read a fascinating article a short while ago written by some air force personnel that lamented how much weaker aircraft carriers are currently compared to how they were in the nineties. Apparently their sortie rate is much lower and the range of the strike craft has been greatly reduced. The preoccupation with both stealth and dog-fighting has severely curtailed the carriers ability to reach further and sortie faster. Simply put, the Navy needs planes with large wings for fuel efficiency and to carry more fuel. Interceptors, or dogfighters, are designed with smaller wings to be more aerodynamically unstable and thus pull more G's without tearing the plane apart.

I must admit, I never once gave any thought to the sortie rate until I read that article.

[Multiverse Spaceship RP] Stargate: Paradigm

And my ship does have shielding as well.

@Lmpkio

It has shields that protect it from energy weapons but starfighters, proton torpedos, or ion pulse missiles fly right on through. Fear the MAC guns... Fear them well my friend until you get to upgrade those defenses. (Thankfully the Goa'uld use energy weapons almost exclusively.)

I'm disappointed I missed this. I wouldn't have been able to resist submitting my Uraga class Stealth carrier from Macross! Then again I do have a nice system Lord I would love to play. Of course one would have to resist the temptation to submit either a Macross Quarter or a Glorious Heritage Class ship from Andromeda. Those would be just too ridiculous.

The Raiders of Norn

Oh it definitely happens. That might be me for the next few days as I'm doing my stretches again. Those things sometimes pull that damaged muscle in my back and I can't move or think straight for days.

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Where are our players? Is it not time to strut and fret his hour upon the stage?

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I do think the goblins will be realizing they may have seriously underestimated the elf girl.

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The elven sorceress breathed a sigh of relief. She had been on the verge of panic before but this new adventurer's arrival shifted the odds from being impossible to only fairly likely that she'd end up being captured, defiled and slaughtered. A quick appraisal at a glance, all she could afford given that two of the goblins were headed towards her, proved somewhat optimistic. The new arrival had all the signs of a hedge knight. From her experience, hedge knights were usually far more taken with nobility and morality then their highborn kin. The smiling face on the face-plate seemed rather strange and perhaps a bit obscene. Why that was painted there was a question she would have to ask if she survived this ambush.

During that glance, the two goblins raced towards Assallya but for the first time she felt a bit more confidant. She was atop her vardo and the easiest way for the goblins to clamor up was to climb the horse which was currently bent awkwardly over and twitching strangely as its crushed mind attempted to make its body gallop. It would take them a moment, Assallya reasoned, to figure out that's what the brass rails on either side of the wagon were for.

In the meantime she had to make another decision. There were three groups to act against. She could help Varrock, at a calculated risk to herself, and thus convince him she was a friend or she could defend herself. Alternatively, she could help the orcs she'd summoned who were likely to be annihilated by that massive goblin creature in short order. She knew what to do and it certainly wasn't helping her new companion. She couldn't be sure her chosen spell might not affect him too.

One good thing was that the goblins seemed to have the idea of taking her alive. That afforded her some leeway in her actions. She turned her attention to the grand melee with the orcs and the goblins. Her ice blue eyes, glittered as she extended her ebony painted fingernails at them. Fingers twisted and gesticulated; magical words slid off her tongue, defying the ability of the mind to comprehend. The spell of sleep slipped over her ebony painted lips and rolled gently down the sides of the wagon, across the ground like a fog, licking at the trunks of trees, curling about their roots until they gathered around the ankles of the goblins and orcs. Seeking the weakest of the combatants the magic took hold and a half score of their number found their movements growing languid, their eyelids drooping and then they found themselves falling to the forest floor.

"By Myrkul's shriveled black balls," she exclaimed emphatically as her slender fingers reached out and wrapped about her light crossbow while trying to figure out where those two goblins beneath her might have moved while she was casting.

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Assallya would just have done about anything for the opportunity to smoke just a little bliss. Unfortunately this was not the place to indulge in such pleasures. This was a dangerous place, and all manner of man and beast were drawn to the power secreted away beneath, earth, rock and stone.

She was circling a massive stone shaped into a hilt sticking up out of the dirt. It was massive. Probably belonging to some great statue to song hero or king of long ago. The pommel of the stone hilt reaching three men high into the night. The blade of it, if intact, must have pierced the heart of the world. What manner of people could construct such a incredible feat of both art and stonecraft?

She had just come around the structure when the giant rock struck. Larger than the size of her head, it slammed into her horse, felling it instantly. Her shocked, wide eyed gaze followed the path back to the ogre sized creature and gaped for a long moment as the goblins came rushing forwards. For a moment she was simply speachless, agog at the ferocity of the ambush. She was might bit smaller than a horse. That rock could have annihilated her and he had thrown it with a great deal of accuracy. It was at that moment she surmised that they weren't interested in just killing her.

This sort of thing was outside her experience. The blonde sorceress was at a loss. More than two dozen assailants! Certainly she could quell such numbers but not without someone to shield her from their advance. Searching her repertoire she considered several options. She could cast a sleep spell. That would affect, maybe, a third of them. The rest would likely be rather upset and opt to kill her swiftly. She could charm the hobgoblin. Him turning on his own might make a huge difference. Another possibility was to summon some monsters of her own. Their numbers would be less than the goblins but they'd definitely be a distraction.

So many choices...

Finally she decided, uttering several arcane syllables and gesturing with her fingers and twisting her wrist. Four orcish warriors manifested, coalescing out of swirls of shadow and thought. It was less than Assallya had hoped for but . After a moment's confusion the green skinned warriors growled while one uttered a shrill cry before rushing into the conflict.

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The vardo wagon was painted crimson with engraving and window shutters limned in yellow. Unlike a farmer's wagon it was built for moving across country. Iron creaked, springs compressed, and the wheel of the wagon clambered up over the upraised root at the base of a massive tree. The wagon see sawed left and right, springs bounding against one another until it leveled out once more.

"By the nine hells," the driver blurted out as she held on for dear life.

The driver flicked one side of the reins, drawing the old horse away from the tree roots and continued onward, then relaxed once more. As much as one could relax given she was traveling the forest of Morkador. Blonde tresses shone beneath the light of the swinging lamp hanging from the pole overhead. Assallya was a vision to behold. Her skin was pale as new fallen snow, blushed with a touch of rose. Her eyes were azure, the colour of mountain pools reflecting the winter sky. She was wearing her black silks, similar in many respects to that which she wore in her time as a slave. After nearly a century wearing them it was what she felt most comfortable in. The dresses of these northern cities was so constrictive.

She sat back with her right ankle underneath her left thigh, leaning into the cushions on the high bench with one hand holding the reins, the other rested gently on her knee and only a short distance from the light crossbow she kept at the ready. Eyes sweeping the darkness just beyond the pool of light cast by her overhead lamp she watched for any sign of danger. Soon, soon it would be too dark to travel even by the light of her torch and she would have to heave to.

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It's a shame you can't embed a poll in a single post as opposed to the head of a topic. I always wanted to run a thread where people voted on new characters or plot progressions on a regular basis. If it had a built in time limit too it would be even more radical.