Penultimate_Pi

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

Long story short: I don't know how that works either, but you're not too far off. I'm making up stuff with Noble, and hopefully we can make it work; when he has the time, of course.

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

Don't worry, you can have the Jotunheim, too. I think you'll find they're under very similar circumstances as yours.

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

Right, right. That does remind me that technically, the Jotunheim doesn't have very much in the way of energy shielding at all. This would make cooperation with at least the Trekkies helpful, if we could work together on getting some energy shields for my ship up and running. I know the R-type universe had optical shielding technology available at the time (see the R-9B Strider's tech) but just couldn't apply it in general for their ships.

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

Just throw me another PM thread and we can do it there. There's also the whole deal with Michiel in the Icarus, but hopefully that all gets sorted out in a different way.

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

Well, what else can you do when being hopelessly outgunned and unable to be given proper time to escape? Hopefully for them it won't end with just one Star Destroyer down, but hey, you're the Game Master here.

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

My main challenge in writing the next few posts is deciding whether or not the Osprey is going to die. Either way, I'm planning to have the much more capable Jotunheim replace it (perhaps in the place everyone ends up jumping to), so it would just mean the difference between destruction by the Empire or destruction by the Rebellion. lol

So, what you YOU guys think?

Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

From the main viewport, Bradley managed to witness the huge cruisers belonging to the Empire move in closer to the Andromeda and its company. Soon after, the ships opened fire, lashing out with storms of lasers and deploying many smaller ships from their underbellies. A few of the small craft streaked by the Osprey, quickly pelting down the shields at their close range.

He wasted no time in sounding the alarm. "All hand to battle stations! I repeat, we are under heavy attack from the Imperial fleet! Strum, get on Engineering and bring me full power, stat! Sam, get the weapons up. I'm pulling us out until we can afford a jump." As Brad issued the commands, he followed on his own and opened up the throttles on the Osprey, breaking their makeshift formation to duck under and past the Icarus. All the while, the repeated fire from the fighters and destroyers quickly broke through their shields and began to tear apart the Osprey's vital frame.

"GAH! Sir, we've got fires in the teleporter-"

"Shielding can't keep with the enemy's assault,sir- NNGH-!"

"Warning! Hull integrity: 75%"

"I'm giving the engines all we have!"

Doing his best to press through the danger, Bradley cursed the situation from going bad to worse to outright hellish. He noticed, however, the crusiers themselves were not giving direct pursuit, instead opting to let the fighters be their first wave of offense. Though it meant they were well armed, it also implied their propulsion was somewhat lacking... "Change of plans. Sam, get the missiles powered up. We're giving one of these bastards a hard time if we can help it," the pilot said, pulling evasive maneuvers as best as he could under the circumstances. Shields managed to pulse back to life, only to get shredded again by the agile fighters.

"I need twelve more seconds."

Brad pulled up one of the destroyers on a monitor, setting a course designation. He felt his knuckles tightening on the helm controls as he braved the Osprey through the hail of laser fire. The pilot set the weapons locks on what looked to be the starship's command center, if their structure would be at all similar to the Osprey-class.

"Three seconds. Two-"

"Fire at will!" Bradley heard himself yell, over the computer's declaration of 'Hull integrity: 62%' and 'FTL charge: 46%'

Steel Warrior Academy

Jesus flipping christ, I'm sorry for my absence the last two days. I ended up being on an unprecedented vacation, pretty please excuse me for anything and everything I have not done here. I'll be getting back to regulation as fast and well as I can manage.

EDIT: Modified my first post in retrospect, which should hopefully cover my OOC absence in the thread. Juts tell me if it doesn't.

Steel Warrior Academy

For Katsuro, it was a basic, sure stroll to the hangar from his dorm. No hurry, no excitement; or at least, not any that showed on him. Though Katsuro had been a part in refitting the Silverhawk to the V4 chassis, he had yet to really test the new machine beyond a few balance trials. All the young pilot had to be sure of was that all of the instruments performed exactly as they meant to, and then the rest of it was up to the pilot's own skill.

Given that this was going to be his first major outing with an MF, much less the new Silverhawk, Katsuro was expecting to wipe out at some point. There was no real reason that all of the skills and tactics that he learned throughout the time here so far were going to all work perfectly on the first go, much less work at all. Half of the curriculum of the Tsukino-Danvers Academy would not exist otherwise. You just had to learn some things using trial and error, seeing your strengths and weaknesses and working to iron them out. And for practically every student in the school, exactly what and how they were going to develop would be completely different, especially if they had a custom Mechanical Frame.

But now that was just being obvious. Katsuro entered one of the hangars where his MF was store, mentally steeling himself for the impending MF combat test. The sheer size and number of the Mechanical Frames stored just here would be impressive to anyone, but sooner or later it was just going to be routine. What did surprise Katsuro was the amount of variance in all of the Mechanical Frames. From modified models to custom chassis to several supposedly standard-make MFs that Katsuro had never even heard of, this gave the Academy a massive variety in their trainees and their arms. It would also give a lot more difference in practice, Katsuro thought, if every MF was pitted against a different one each time.

For of all the things to learn in the Academy, one of the key concepts was to develop a strategy and stick to it, making it better and better until the strengths out-shined the faults. What made Katsuro rather different in that regard was the fact that his strategy would, in theory and hopefully in practice, end up varying around the opposing mech's design and strategy. Hopefully that didn't turn out to be a weakness in and of itself...

[i]No, that's not the issue right now[i/], Katsuro shrugged off the doubt. He quickly headed out of the hangar, making a beeline straight for the gym.

Character Crossover Crisis City

All around him people were accepting the challenge the Viewer brought forth. The explanations of the trials and restrictions, along with the explicit core saying of 'be careful what exactly you wish for' stood very firm, and despite it all people were willing to go forth. Saber, Vash, even Morito all wanted in on this final game the Viewer desired to host. No longer could Sazh afford his skepticism; he knew what he wanted now, and he understood what was in his way. But Sazh wasn't going to let any challenges beat him away; he wanted the best for his son, his friends, his world, and by God, he was going to get it. With all the powers of a l'Cie to aid him, this was to Sazh his ultimate Focus.

The old pilot, seeing has how Morito was looking to frightened, stepped back a bit to carefully put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't you worry, now. We'll all get through this. Wish or not, we're all gonna get home. That's a promise," Sazh whispered out. Whether it was to the kid, or himself, he couldn't really be sure.

Regardless, Sazh stood up tall again, back to where he was just behind Saber, and called out decisively, "Okay - you can count me in for a shot at that wish!"