Eh, not your fault. I probably should've elaborated further upon my tech and characters for all of the non-FTL players out there. Still, as it stands, I feel the Osprey seems the most integrally weakest; whereas people have entire platoons of soldiers and hundreds of crew ready to serve their well-armed ship, I have a vessel with a grand total of five guns and all of seven multi-species people manning it.
Given, though, a ship from FTL's universe says that ship systems are so sophisticated that they would only need one person apiece to operate each one, and in some cases not even that, seeing as how there are some ships that can literally end up flying themselves. Plus any ship that can upgrade engines Level 8 can get up to a 48% evasion rate, which make my Osprey able to sit on... what, 35% evasion, as of now?
I guess what I'm saying is that as soon as I get boarded by more people than I have crew, I'm pretty well fucked. Granted, the only people that can teleport people like that are the Trekkies, and even then to a limited extent...
Hm. I really don't know.
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I keep coming back here very so often, as if it would make my wanting to return any better. I don't know why that would be. I would just disappear again and regret it again, I'm sure.
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i give up. why do I even bother if I can't be consistent? it's over for me.
10 yrs ago
I'm just... really in a bad time. I feel awful. I'm don't think I have the strength of will to show my face here again after letting everyone down.
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just gonna bash my head on a door or something
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“United Federation Ship Osprey, this is the Andromeda, we copy. We are indeed humans from the planet Earth. We were en route to Saturn with the EDF main fleet to engage the forces of the Comet Empire before our transition through Warp went awry and we found ourselves here. We have no desire for unnecessary conflict, and seek to return as rapidly as possible before the Comet Empire can reach Earth.”
Bradley had to suppress a couple of confused sneers when listening to the Andromeda's reply. The Comet Empire was not a significant militarist faction back in his own galaxy, or at least it wasn't one that the Federation knew of. Still, it was painfully obvious that whoever these people were, they could not possibly be hailing from the same Earth that the humanity of the Federation (and by extension, the Rebels) extended from. It only prompted yet more questions, and even brought forth a handful of somewhat disturbing theories: did all of the unfamiliar ships here end up warping not just through space, but through time, or even dimensions or universes?
The pilot was snapped from his musings by a high-priority comm from Michiel. "Sir, severe problem detected."
"What's going on?"
"Remote hacking attempt-. Successful; all extensive data of the Osprey and components exposed," Michiel blurted out, seeming to multitask on some unnoticeable procedure. Brad had never seen an Engi panic; as quasi-mechanical beings, they seemed to bear no capacity for emotion. But the ship's own Engi seemed to twitching and concentrating as if it were resisting some sort of seizure.
"Michiel, what are you doing? Calm yourself!"
"Too- strong. Attempting manual remote counter-measure-sure-sur-" The Engi flickered and staggered, apparently undergoing some intense amount of mental strain.
"Michiel!" Bradley shouted in increased anguish, "Michiel, respond!" No response; the Engi was on his own, in some sort of extreme out-of-body experience. In anger and panic, the pilot hailed the sensor station. "Sam, one of those cruisers out there has exposed all of our data, and I just lost Michiel trying to counter it. Trace the vessel that hacked us, now!"
"Shit-... I'm working on it, sir," Sam replied, furiously interfacing with the console to lock on the culprit, identified as the UNSC Icarus. "I've got a reading on our aggressor, but I can't get in any further. The security aboard is really sophisticated."
Taking in all of the havoc, Brad sent out a high-alert hail to the Andromeda: "EDF Andromeda, be advised. The Osprey's data and security systems have just been compromised by the ship labeled as the UNSC Icarus. Check your own security systems and be on your guard." From there, Bradley open a sensor camera window to the engineering room, where Michiel stood rattling and unresponsive...
"Sir, all weapons scratch the Artillery Beam are operational. Shall I prepare-"
"No," Bradley cut in. "I'm furious too, but we still need to act smart here. Do not engage our arms unless I give the order." The pilot pointed his vision forlornly out the main viewport, witnessing the Imperial vessels moving ever closer to scanning range among the comprehensive scattering of vessels. It seemed to be an inevitability that confict would lash out any time now...
Bradley had to suppress a couple of confused sneers when listening to the Andromeda's reply. The Comet Empire was not a significant militarist faction back in his own galaxy, or at least it wasn't one that the Federation knew of. Still, it was painfully obvious that whoever these people were, they could not possibly be hailing from the same Earth that the humanity of the Federation (and by extension, the Rebels) extended from. It only prompted yet more questions, and even brought forth a handful of somewhat disturbing theories: did all of the unfamiliar ships here end up warping not just through space, but through time, or even dimensions or universes?
The pilot was snapped from his musings by a high-priority comm from Michiel. "Sir, severe problem detected."
"What's going on?"
"Remote hacking attempt-. Successful; all extensive data of the Osprey and components exposed," Michiel blurted out, seeming to multitask on some unnoticeable procedure. Brad had never seen an Engi panic; as quasi-mechanical beings, they seemed to bear no capacity for emotion. But the ship's own Engi seemed to twitching and concentrating as if it were resisting some sort of seizure.
"Michiel, what are you doing? Calm yourself!"
"Too- strong. Attempting manual remote counter-measure-sure-sur-" The Engi flickered and staggered, apparently undergoing some intense amount of mental strain.
"Michiel!" Bradley shouted in increased anguish, "Michiel, respond!" No response; the Engi was on his own, in some sort of extreme out-of-body experience. In anger and panic, the pilot hailed the sensor station. "Sam, one of those cruisers out there has exposed all of our data, and I just lost Michiel trying to counter it. Trace the vessel that hacked us, now!"
"Shit-... I'm working on it, sir," Sam replied, furiously interfacing with the console to lock on the culprit, identified as the UNSC Icarus. "I've got a reading on our aggressor, but I can't get in any further. The security aboard is really sophisticated."
Taking in all of the havoc, Brad sent out a high-alert hail to the Andromeda: "EDF Andromeda, be advised. The Osprey's data and security systems have just been compromised by the ship labeled as the UNSC Icarus. Check your own security systems and be on your guard." From there, Bradley open a sensor camera window to the engineering room, where Michiel stood rattling and unresponsive...
"Sir, all weapons scratch the Artillery Beam are operational. Shall I prepare-"
"No," Bradley cut in. "I'm furious too, but we still need to act smart here. Do not engage our arms unless I give the order." The pilot pointed his vision forlornly out the main viewport, witnessing the Imperial vessels moving ever closer to scanning range among the comprehensive scattering of vessels. It seemed to be an inevitability that confict would lash out any time now...
Given how the Engi are a mechanical race supposedly capable of interfacing with most any electronic system, I though it might be clever to have Michiel attempt to counter Caden's remote access attempt in some similar fashion, only to be dragged into some sort of HIGH TECH A.I. FIGHT!
Or something, I dunno. If this were FTL, this might be the event where I very possibly lose my Engi crewmember.
Or something, I dunno. If this were FTL, this might be the event where I very possibly lose my Engi crewmember.
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I listed my thrusters as limited flight (which should read 'severely limited') but I can change them to jump/boost jets with no problem.
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Switched the character appearance to a different picture. Apparently as soon as the page is reloaded, that previous image just breaks.
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Name: Isamu Katsuro
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Katsuro has always been viewed as a high achiever, often attempting his best at whatever task he is given. He is not flawless, however, and understands this well, aiming additionally to twist his failures into best-case scenarios for failure. As such, Katsuro bears no strong feeling towards victory or defeat. Though the expression he wears may often seem neutral and cold, Katsuro is quite aware and empathetic of others, and is quick to dispense wisdom to whoever he sees is dejected.
History:
Born into a family of well-established colonists, Isamu Katsuro had what one might've considered a modestly wealthy upbringing. His attitude towards personal achivement mainly came from his father, who always sought to find his own, better solution to a problem. As such, when Casvalians made planetfall to 'liberate' the colonists from the UEG's governing, Katsuro's father buffed up his personal Mechanical Frame to make it combat worthy.
It was the UEG forces stationed there plus some of these few prestigious MFs versus a more advanced platoon of MFs. Yet it bought enough time for the UEG and colonists to retreat to safer areas, ultimately leading to beating back the Casvalian efforts upon them.
When news came out of UEG-sponsored training academies for Mechanical Frames, Katsuro's father insisted that his son eventually enlist of one of these schools. Wanting to live up to his father's potential and more, Katsuro did so when of the applicable age. With his family supporting him all the way, Kasuro is determined to do everything he can to put an end to the injustice he witnessed upon his own home.
Mechanical Frame: Custom UEG MF-V4 "Silverhawk"
The successor to the original Silverhawk Katsuro's father wielded, originally on an MF-V2 chassis. An abundance of upgrades, combined with the rapid advancement of UEG-issued MF technology, prompted Katsuro to invest in an MF-V4 chassis and retroactively transfer as much of the equipment as he could to the new frame. A vintage, yet effective solution, which has led up to this current model.
The use of multipurpose equipment, combined with an abundance of literal shields and a larger intended range of movement, capitalizes on adaptive strategy. Essentially, it intends to grant Katsuro several different ways to approach battle with an opposing MF, the strategy of choice dependent on the other MF's equipment and approach.
An effective way to approach the Silverhawk as an opponent, therefore, is to take measures to deliberately cut off or exhaust all strategies, even in a literal sense. Attacking the shields at the joints can bust them off, the jets can be quickly destroyed given the right opportunity, and stronger armor and energy protection can stop the autoguns and blaster, respectively.
Equipment:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Katsuro has always been viewed as a high achiever, often attempting his best at whatever task he is given. He is not flawless, however, and understands this well, aiming additionally to twist his failures into best-case scenarios for failure. As such, Katsuro bears no strong feeling towards victory or defeat. Though the expression he wears may often seem neutral and cold, Katsuro is quite aware and empathetic of others, and is quick to dispense wisdom to whoever he sees is dejected.
History:
Born into a family of well-established colonists, Isamu Katsuro had what one might've considered a modestly wealthy upbringing. His attitude towards personal achivement mainly came from his father, who always sought to find his own, better solution to a problem. As such, when Casvalians made planetfall to 'liberate' the colonists from the UEG's governing, Katsuro's father buffed up his personal Mechanical Frame to make it combat worthy.
It was the UEG forces stationed there plus some of these few prestigious MFs versus a more advanced platoon of MFs. Yet it bought enough time for the UEG and colonists to retreat to safer areas, ultimately leading to beating back the Casvalian efforts upon them.
When news came out of UEG-sponsored training academies for Mechanical Frames, Katsuro's father insisted that his son eventually enlist of one of these schools. Wanting to live up to his father's potential and more, Katsuro did so when of the applicable age. With his family supporting him all the way, Kasuro is determined to do everything he can to put an end to the injustice he witnessed upon his own home.
Mechanical Frame: Custom UEG MF-V4 "Silverhawk"
The successor to the original Silverhawk Katsuro's father wielded, originally on an MF-V2 chassis. An abundance of upgrades, combined with the rapid advancement of UEG-issued MF technology, prompted Katsuro to invest in an MF-V4 chassis and retroactively transfer as much of the equipment as he could to the new frame. A vintage, yet effective solution, which has led up to this current model.
The use of multipurpose equipment, combined with an abundance of literal shields and a larger intended range of movement, capitalizes on adaptive strategy. Essentially, it intends to grant Katsuro several different ways to approach battle with an opposing MF, the strategy of choice dependent on the other MF's equipment and approach.
An effective way to approach the Silverhawk as an opponent, therefore, is to take measures to deliberately cut off or exhaust all strategies, even in a literal sense. Attacking the shields at the joints can bust them off, the jets can be quickly destroyed given the right opportunity, and stronger armor and energy protection can stop the autoguns and blaster, respectively.
Equipment:
- Plasma Blaster: A high-yield, dual-barreled weapon able to afford great range and power, but only when it is needed; Its output ensures that energy reserves for this weapon are quickly drained with excess use.
- Multiple-Use Shield Attachment [MUSA]: Three of them; one on the arm, and two on either hip. Each has a pair of 20mm ballistic autoguns, and can be equipped as a full-arm shield or attached to both hips to provide adjustable point defense on the lower half of the MF. Designed to be exchanged at any time should one be lost or destroyed.
- High-Frequency Daggers: A pair on each hip, sheathed behind each MUSA. Once drawn, uses an electron generator in the hilt to vibrate the steel-alloy blade extremely, with the intention to cut through most any traditional armor. Restricted to emergency use only.
- Thrusters: A set of boost-jets on the legs, for accelerated movement and mid-air position adjustment. Larger, more powerful jets are on the back, behind the shoulders, for yet faster movement, increased jump height, and severely limited hovering capability.
- Shield Fins: The larger tower-shields attached to both shoulders are adjustable akin to the MUSAs, with a range from protecting the arms (when limp) to guarding the major thrusters. They are also vaguely able to aid in steering the MF while in sustained flight; this has not been tested thoroughly.
- Energy Shielding: Basic energy barriers that help protect the main body against light energy attacks.
- Armor: Average armor plating on the body, plus highly-reinforced armor for the MUSAs and Shield Fins.
Sorry if my post ended up a bit long. I tend to end up being carried away with spacing and development.
"...Michiel, report."
"Reactor stability: ...Normal. 21% ionic displacement. Source: Unidentifiable. System damage: False. Artillery: Offline. Probable cause, sudden surge of ionic particulates."
Bradley breathed out a sigh, his hands spidering on the helm's controls. No damage from the short jump, good; Artillery was down, but no big deal, as long as they stayed away from Tier 4 shielding. "Okay. See if you can reconnect to the beacon, and reconfigure the jump to-"
"Negative. No beacons detected." The pilot recoiled slightly in his confusion, and the Engi took the silence as a gesture to continue. "Sector projection: inconclusive. Galactic core wavelengths distorted. Nearest Star Designation: ...Unknown. Not within Sagittarius Arm."
"Impossible," Bradley glared in frustration. "The reading on the galactic core wavelengths are continuous. It we're not getting them right, that means-"
A message from weapons. "Sir," the determined female voice of Samantha rung forth, "I'm getting reads on three- no, four other cruisers in the immediate space, and one indeterminable space station."
"Give me allegiances, Sam."
"They're using unfamiliar mainframe builds, sir, I can't scan them properly," the weapons specialist replies, mirroring Brad's apparent agitation. The pilot slammed a fist on the console's frame as he glanced at the sensor array's readouts on the other ships; barring the space station, they were all larger than the Osprey, and from the looks of it made themselves to be much more well armed. The fact that none of these other cruisers bore any structural nor allegiance-based resemblance to their local races made matters yet worse.
"This is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda to all unknown vessels. Please identify yourselves immediately. We have no desire for conflict but will defend ourselves against aggression. Please respond. Dies ist der Earth Defense Forces Schiff Andromeda...."
Cutting off the wide-broadcast transmission, Bradley called the ship's stations to a holo-conference. The faces of Sam and Michiel, followed by the Rockmen, Zhan and Sturm, and then the two Mantis troops, Klehhi and Thrikaah, all appeared in floating 2-D displays. "Crew, we're in a tight spot. As of this point, we are surrounded by unknown cruisers and lost in some unfamiliar galaxy," Bradley reported, noting the surge of mixed aggravation reactions flicker throughout the different holographs. "Obviously, this puts a critical strain to our mission, so we'll have to act fast if we want to find a way back to our battle and destroy the Rebel Flagshi-"
"Unidentified vessels. By the power given to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire, I hereby order you to declare yourselves immediately and to stand down and enter formation with the nearest Cruiser. From there, you will be boarded to ensure that you do not pose a threat to the peoples of Coruscant. Do you comply with these orders?"
"Hell no!" Klehhi blurted in rage, stabbing a 3-centimeter hole in the near wall. "Anyone who needs some accursed 'Supreme Emperor' to lead their brainwashed selves can go royally fuck off!"
"Considering the comparison of our ship to the others, right now," Zhan goaded the impulsive insect, "You would be hard-pressed to hear that we'd sooner-"
Thrikaah joined in, ready to defend the Mantis ideals, "The point stands, we're not turning ourselves in to a bunch of imperialist slagsacks! It's bad enough having to choose between some namby-pamby Feds and those xeno-"
"Advised action:" Michiel began, "Full base throttle. Current weapons loaded may name Osprey, 'threat to peoples'."
"This is Captain James Hindrey of the Culling of Prospero. Our Sub-Ether drive has been hit badly and we require assistance. we have wounded and are willing to pay for any medical supplies... Pirates be warned, our engines may be damaged, but our weapon systems are all fully operational."
Bradley was fuming in his pilot's seat; this was getting out of hand. "Sam..." he half-hissed, "Do we any any confirmation on opposing forces yet?" The female was now in the sensor station, flipping through the sophisticated console's options.
"None yet, I'm running a scan on the two saucer-type crafts. Shouldn't be hard to infer that the organic ship may not be too friendly," Sam sneered in in attempt at lighthearting the mood. "The Andromeda refers to Earth forces, and therefore humans, but their ship build is unacceptably different... I don't like the implications. In other news, I'm also picking up a globally-shielded planet as the source for the Galactic Empire's transmission..."
Mulling over his options, or lack thereof, Bradley cut off the alien arguing in the holo-conference and ordered, "Michiel, get the engines to full power. Sam, hail the Andromeda; I'm bringing us alongside. I can only hope we're dealing with actual humans here..." Closing ship comms, Brad took the helm directly and expertly brought the Osprey abroad, intending to bring their pointed cruiser in what Bradley hoped was a parallel formation. Regardless, he hoped to stay as good a distance as he could manage from the many smaller crafts pouring out of the Andromeda, as scans indicated that they were indeed all individually manned.
"Andromeda, this is the United Federation artillery craft Osprey. Be advised, we recognize your crew as human, but your ship as decidedly foreign; please confirm your operations and intentions."
"Reactor stability: ...Normal. 21% ionic displacement. Source: Unidentifiable. System damage: False. Artillery: Offline. Probable cause, sudden surge of ionic particulates."
Bradley breathed out a sigh, his hands spidering on the helm's controls. No damage from the short jump, good; Artillery was down, but no big deal, as long as they stayed away from Tier 4 shielding. "Okay. See if you can reconnect to the beacon, and reconfigure the jump to-"
"Negative. No beacons detected." The pilot recoiled slightly in his confusion, and the Engi took the silence as a gesture to continue. "Sector projection: inconclusive. Galactic core wavelengths distorted. Nearest Star Designation: ...Unknown. Not within Sagittarius Arm."
"Impossible," Bradley glared in frustration. "The reading on the galactic core wavelengths are continuous. It we're not getting them right, that means-"
A message from weapons. "Sir," the determined female voice of Samantha rung forth, "I'm getting reads on three- no, four other cruisers in the immediate space, and one indeterminable space station."
"Give me allegiances, Sam."
"They're using unfamiliar mainframe builds, sir, I can't scan them properly," the weapons specialist replies, mirroring Brad's apparent agitation. The pilot slammed a fist on the console's frame as he glanced at the sensor array's readouts on the other ships; barring the space station, they were all larger than the Osprey, and from the looks of it made themselves to be much more well armed. The fact that none of these other cruisers bore any structural nor allegiance-based resemblance to their local races made matters yet worse.
"This is the Earth Defense Forces Ship Andromeda to all unknown vessels. Please identify yourselves immediately. We have no desire for conflict but will defend ourselves against aggression. Please respond. Dies ist der Earth Defense Forces Schiff Andromeda...."
Cutting off the wide-broadcast transmission, Bradley called the ship's stations to a holo-conference. The faces of Sam and Michiel, followed by the Rockmen, Zhan and Sturm, and then the two Mantis troops, Klehhi and Thrikaah, all appeared in floating 2-D displays. "Crew, we're in a tight spot. As of this point, we are surrounded by unknown cruisers and lost in some unfamiliar galaxy," Bradley reported, noting the surge of mixed aggravation reactions flicker throughout the different holographs. "Obviously, this puts a critical strain to our mission, so we'll have to act fast if we want to find a way back to our battle and destroy the Rebel Flagshi-"
"Unidentified vessels. By the power given to me by the Supreme Emperor of the Galactic Empire, I hereby order you to declare yourselves immediately and to stand down and enter formation with the nearest Cruiser. From there, you will be boarded to ensure that you do not pose a threat to the peoples of Coruscant. Do you comply with these orders?"
"Hell no!" Klehhi blurted in rage, stabbing a 3-centimeter hole in the near wall. "Anyone who needs some accursed 'Supreme Emperor' to lead their brainwashed selves can go royally fuck off!"
"Considering the comparison of our ship to the others, right now," Zhan goaded the impulsive insect, "You would be hard-pressed to hear that we'd sooner-"
Thrikaah joined in, ready to defend the Mantis ideals, "The point stands, we're not turning ourselves in to a bunch of imperialist slagsacks! It's bad enough having to choose between some namby-pamby Feds and those xeno-"
"Advised action:" Michiel began, "Full base throttle. Current weapons loaded may name Osprey, 'threat to peoples'."
"This is Captain James Hindrey of the Culling of Prospero. Our Sub-Ether drive has been hit badly and we require assistance. we have wounded and are willing to pay for any medical supplies... Pirates be warned, our engines may be damaged, but our weapon systems are all fully operational."
Bradley was fuming in his pilot's seat; this was getting out of hand. "Sam..." he half-hissed, "Do we any any confirmation on opposing forces yet?" The female was now in the sensor station, flipping through the sophisticated console's options.
"None yet, I'm running a scan on the two saucer-type crafts. Shouldn't be hard to infer that the organic ship may not be too friendly," Sam sneered in in attempt at lighthearting the mood. "The Andromeda refers to Earth forces, and therefore humans, but their ship build is unacceptably different... I don't like the implications. In other news, I'm also picking up a globally-shielded planet as the source for the Galactic Empire's transmission..."
Mulling over his options, or lack thereof, Bradley cut off the alien arguing in the holo-conference and ordered, "Michiel, get the engines to full power. Sam, hail the Andromeda; I'm bringing us alongside. I can only hope we're dealing with actual humans here..." Closing ship comms, Brad took the helm directly and expertly brought the Osprey abroad, intending to bring their pointed cruiser in what Bradley hoped was a parallel formation. Regardless, he hoped to stay as good a distance as he could manage from the many smaller crafts pouring out of the Andromeda, as scans indicated that they were indeed all individually manned.
"Andromeda, this is the United Federation artillery craft Osprey. Be advised, we recognize your crew as human, but your ship as decidedly foreign; please confirm your operations and intentions."
...oh, right, Morito doesn't have any weapons. Well, this might get a bit awkward for you.
Also, we're still missing Meta Knight, Roxas, Koujou, Gre-chan, Dawn, and Erica.
Also, we're still missing Meta Knight, Roxas, Koujou, Gre-chan, Dawn, and Erica.
Oh, right. I also forgot to mention that (from my aforementioned FTL run) I have about 160 scrap in reserve. So, yeah, that'll end up being a way to upgrade myself, along with any other scrap I can salvage from enemy ships.
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