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Lords of the Stars [Military Space Opera]

@Conscripts I wouldn't be too opposed to another Dominion admiral. Just gives me another person to interact with in the big ole' empty.

Lords of the Stars [Military Space Opera]

I've also mostly finished my character sheet and a sheet for a ship.

I'm not sure the size and scale of the ship's you're looking for- @Thecrash20's ship sheet is absolutely massive (13km long holy fuck that's massive). I went roughly off of 21st century ship sizes and doubled them (generally). There's a boatload of text, so I put everything in a fuckton of hiders.

Character and ship sheets

Rear Admiral Victor Galahad

Rear Admiral Victor Galahad

'The Lion of Ganymede'

Name: Victor T. Galahad
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Unit: Warfleet Charles, 5th Fleet 'The Fighting Fifths'

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Rank: Rear Admiral
Role: Fleet Commander
Allegiance: The Dominion

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Equipment:

• Dominion Naval Officer Dress Uniform
• A revolver sidearm
• Photograph of wife and daughter

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Appearance:
Tall, and straight-backed, Victor Galahad is well known as one of the tallest officers in the Charles Warfleet. Standing in at 6'4", he strikes an imposing, almost regal appearance, that is marred(or accented) by a missing eye and a myriad of scars over his face. His steel blue eyes are sharp and piercing, and seem to constantly scan and analyze whatever it looks at, and his deep brown hair contrasts the pale skin of one that spends a large amount of his life in space. He walks with a slight limp in his left leg, and constantly wears an eyepatch over a cybernetic prosthetic.

Personality:
Direct and to the point, this man is a sharp witted soldier that avoids beating around the bush and doesn't mince words. Brutally honest and blunt, Galahad's calm and collected demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his cynicism and pessimist/realist attitude does little to change the opinions of others. Underneath his quiet persona lies an innate brilliance, a highly intuitive and calculative mind. Highly logical and orderly, Galahad is efficient and analytical, but often accused of lacking outward compassion. He is a competent tactician boasting considerable knowledge of theory, and decades of field experience. Strong willed and possessing an air of determination, Galahad likes to maintain awareness over every situation he's in and is quick on the ball, able to make snap judgements in combat and react to a constantly changing situation.

Despite his cold demeanor, Galahad is well respected by the men under his command- he demands a lot from his men, but wouldn't command them to do anything that he would be unwilling to do himself. Viewed as an inspiring war hero for aspiring Jovian officers, Galahad accepts nothing less than 100% effort from himself and those under his command.

History:
Victor Galahad was born the first son of Thomas and Amanda Galahad on Ganymede, the largest of Jupiter's moons, and the Capital of the Jovian Moons in the Sol System. His father was a retired engineer for the Dominion military- injuries had left him unable to continue service, while his mother worked as a nurse at the local hospital. Despite his humble family origins, Victor nevertheless excelled in school and earned excellent grades, earning himself a scholarship to the esteemed Mars Military Institute, one of the most, if not the most decorated military academy in the Sol System.

The Mars Military Institute was an extremely competitive area, success in this academy meant you were destined for greatness in military service as a true commander of the military. Failure, or even mediocrity meant you would find yourself in vitally important, but utterly boring staff and support positions. Victor proved that he had what it took and more time and time again. He became a thinker, able to think of solutions that others may not. Pitted against computer simulations programmed to understand even the most complicated battle tactics, he was trained in reading terrain, gathering information and even in espionage. Graduating at the top of his class, Victor was well received by the Dominion Military and was given his first command at the age of 22.

His first command was on the DNS Hectate, a blockade runner tasked with delivering needed supplies and munitions to beleaguered worlds and fleets on the front lines of the conflict. Despite being a minimally armed warship with a notoriously short life expectancy, Victor Galahad managed to lead his crew through 17 successful relief missions in his first few months of duty. Shortly after his first year of duty, Galahad was reassigned to the command of a patrol frigate tasked with hunting down pirates or providing support to larger naval vessels. He rose steadily through the ranks over the course of the next decade. During this time he proposed to and married his highschool sweetheart and had a daughter soon after.

While a successful and respected captain in his own right, Galahad didn't earn any particular notoriety until 5137, during the Siege of Ganymede. This was a battle which took place between the remnants of the 16th Battlegroup, consisting of a carrier, a cruisers and a pair of frigates, attempting to break through a massive blockade andsiege by a UDSN invasion fleet. Cut off from reinforcements and facing the destruction of both the battlegroup, as well as the loss of Ganymede, Galahad and his small command arrived to the aid of the the beleaguered Dominion ships. Forced into employing a risky plan, the Dominion forces resorted to using a diversionary tactic, the remaining frigates and cruiser rushed the enemy lines, while a fast attack cruiser under the direct command of Victor, escorted by a small unit of fighters swept wide around the enemy formations to destroy enemy capital ships and key structures. With most of the armament depleted, the Dominion forces used Victor's cruiser and his fighters to launch nuclear mines into the midst the enemy formations.

During the attack, Victor launched a total of twenty two nuclear warheads at the UDSN fleet from close proximity. The success of the Victor's tactics resulted in the destruction of the the UDSN flagship as well as several other capital ships. Without the leadership to coordinate the large fleet's action, the ensuing disarray allowed the remaining Dominion ships to hold out long enough for a relief fleet to rescue them. While the fleet had been decimated and reduced to a single carrier and cruiser, the UDSN had been beaten and Victor dubbed a war hero. Victor earned himself the title 'The Lion of Ganymede' that day.

Earning a medal for heroism, Victor was promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral and spent several years leading successful campaigns against the UDSN, and played a key role in the reconquering of the Vega System. With his highly successful 'Fighting Fifths', a small, but elite fleet made up primarily of Jovians, Victor is a force to be reckoned with, and was requested personally by the esteemed Imperial Duke Charles to aid him in the defence of the Galactic South of the Orion Arm.

Now operating directly under Imperial Duke Charles, Victor serves as the commander of one of the Duke's venerable Carrier fleets, leading his elite Fighting Fifths into battle at the Duke's whim.

5th Imperial Expeditionary Fleet 'The Fighting Fifths'

Rear Admiral Victor Galahad, also known as the 'Lion of Ganymede' is known for making a lot with a little. At his command is the venerable 5th Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, 'The Fighting Fifths'. Based in the Sol System, The 5th Fleet is an elite unit made up of mostly Jovians, and pulls many of its members from the various decorated Military Academies on Mars, Europa, and Earth. Under the command of Victor Galahad, this unit has seen many successful campaigns, from the Vega system to the Deneb and Callisto systems. With an extremely strict screening policy, only soldiers and officers of high caliber are considered for selection from transfer requests, and Victor Galahad has hand picked each and every captain that currently commands the ships within his fleet. The 5th Expeditionary Fleet is known for the tenacity of their officers, exemplary record, and combat prowess.

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Fleet Makeup:

Orion-Class Battlecarrier x1 (Flagship)
Damnation-Class Battleship x1
Apollo-Class Battlecruiser x4
Exeter-Class Strike Cruiser x8
Wolf-Class Patrol Frigate x8
Harpui-Class LR Destroyer x4
Prosperity-Class Logistics Cruiser x2

Orion-Class Carrier

'Pretia libertatis est lex'

Name of Ship: The DNS Roanoke
Type: Carrier
Class: Orion-Class Battlecarrier

Developed by Boeing Aerospace Industries, the Orion-Class battlecarrier is one of the largest series of ships to ever be developed. The Orion-Class was developed when the Imperial Naval Procurement department called for a 'Bastion of defense, a defensible, and heavily armed ship with sufficient firepower to intimidate pirates and ward off another major power.' With exceptionally high development and production costs, the Orion-Class is a powerful ship with limited production numbers, often serving as flagships for fleets. Due to its high cost and production value, production of the Orion-Class battlecarrier has largely been superseded by the Callisto-class, which while smaller and less armed and armored overall, is considerably cheaper to produce. Due to its cost and the prevalence of Callisto carriers, only 127 Orion-Class ships have ever been built, with another 23 currently in production at the Mars Shipyards.

Layout:

Large and spacious, the Orion-Class is considered a luxurious and 'cushy' assignment, with transfer requests often reaching into the hundreds of thousands. Its hallways are functional and wide, and it has the space to offer small, but individual bedrooms for officers on board the ship- such as its pilots. The ship itself also features three recreation rooms- a gym, an officer's bar, and an observation room. It should be noted that, due to its size and to conserve power, the Orion-class, like most Dominion vessels, has no gravity in most locations, save the recreation rooms and optional gravity fields for officer quarters.

The heart of the Orion-Class is its Phobos Fusion Reactor. With deuterium tankage for eight months, tied to an efficient mag-grav sweep system, the Phobos can sustain The Orion-class for up to fifteen months of minimal activity before fuel reserves will run low. At that point, it can refuel from any planet with a hydrogen/helium rich atmosphere using the 'drag scoop' maneuver to skim the atmosphere for fuel. Aft of the reactor section and the tankage is the ships battery of Impellor drives, rated for 2.2G of continuous acceleration, though fleet trials have pushed this to 2.5G with a low payload mass. The drive section can also deploy solar panels to provide additional power when in range of a star.

Nestled between the Impellor drive and the Reactor is the ship's Kearnsky-Fuchida Warp drive. By bridging two points in space the drive can rapidly move the Orion-class up to 50 light years, cutting the travel time to a few hours. This requires significant charging, with a jump delay of 48 hours, much slower than the fleet norm, which is currently 42 for most cruisers and battleships.

Astride the drive and engineering spaces is the Docking Collar. A pair of mounts equipped to handle up to 2 destroyer sized ships each, the Docking collar allows the Orion to bring 'Tag along' ships which lack jump drives of their own.

At the front and rear are the entrance of the ship's massive flight deck. Cavernous hangars, equipped to handle several dozen small craft at a time, the Flight deck also houses the Marine Barracks, the engineering crew quarters, and holding bays for approximately 100 strike craft. The hangar is connected by a series of tramways, and it's superstructure is built to be extremely durable to make up for the natural weakness of having a giant gap through the center of the ship.

Sitting at the midship is the bridge and CIC, a tall structure, reinforced with armor and support struts. The CIC itself is multilevel, and has metal blast shields lowered over the glass during combat. Sitting on top of the bridge is the observation deck.

Weapons:

In order to fulfill its requisition order, the Orion-Class, while designed to work as a support unit for fleet actions, is armed to the teeth and sports enough weaponry to smash through any smaller ship it comes across. Though its onboard weapon systems are impressive, the most important aspect of the Orion-class is its ability to project power in the form of strike craft to incredible ranges.

Mounted underneath the ship and powered by its own reactor and capacitor system, the Orion-class mounts a 'Ship-Buster' 750mm Rail Cannon System. Known by the crew as the 'red button', this weapon system consists of two 750mm barrels- one underneath the other. The first barrel propels a solid depleted uranium slugs at high speeds to incredible distances. The second barrel fires a more conventional weapon- a nuclear warhead cased in a tungsten shell. The initial slug is capable of punching clean through the shield (and often times the hull) of almost any ship in Terran space, allowing for the nuclear warhead to impact on the softened, unshielded hull of the opposing ship. Such a weapon system is rarely found on non-battleship vessels, and is often regarded as 'overkill' in most situations. Its relative limited ammunition, and the requirement of draining almost all non-combat essential systems (and several combat essential ones) means that the 'Red Button' must be used judiciously, or risk the destruction of the ship at an inopportune time.

Instead, the primary armament for the Orion-class is a set of 14 twin-barreled 120mm Plasma Beam Cannons mounted on the dorsal line above and below the ship. These heavy beam cannons make short work of most smaller vessels, overload shields, and ward off close range attackers, but can also be a threat to larger capital ships. Unlike traditional Mass-driver cannons, the Orion's beam cannons are considerably more accurate, able to track better than projectile based weapons, with just as much, if not more power- though cannot fire as quickly as Mass Drivers.

Supplementing the main guns, the Orion also mounts 18 75mm Mass Driver turrets scattered around the ship for close in defense against smaller ships, though the sheer number of shells can also pose a threat to larger cruiser type ships as well. Designed to provide accurate, rapid fire with a decent punch, though heavier warships are capable of forcing their way through this fire, it is well suited to overwhelming enemy shield systems.

Four Trebuchet missile bays carry 50 anti capital missiles each, supplementing the main guns. With a secondary magazine located in the hold holding another 200, the ship has enough missiles for 5 minutes of sustained fire. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target the Orion-class has. The Orion also features 12 smaller Stiletto missile launchers- these missile launchers are 12-racked launcher systems that can deploy a variety of smaller missiles, such as the popular Harpoon or Spitfire missiles, for anti-fighter/bomber purposes.

Finally, the Orion-class mounts a staggering 160 heavy rail cannons in 40 four gun 'ball' turrets, which retract and are covered by blast shields when not in use. Designed for AA work and interception, these cannons provide a murderous hail of tungsten slugs designed to fill local space around the ship with an expanding 'cone of death', that should shred any missile or drive off any fighter that gets too close to the ship. In addition to Tungsten slugs, the rail cannons can be outfitted to fire proximity detonating flak shells for short-ranged saturation fire.

Defenses:

Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the ship mounts almost a meter of Durralex Nano-plasteel armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. Able to withstand direct hits from nuclear weapons, the Cobblestone is a more recent addition as part of the last round of upgrades, and detrimentally affected the ship's handling. To quote one Commander: 'She handled like an iron bathtub full of water before. Now she handles like an iron bathtub full of concrete, covered in grease'. ECW defence includes several dedicated ECM defence nodes, located on top of the bridge and observation deck. Finally, a powerful reflex shield generators allows the ship to deflect conventional and plasma attacks.

In addition to its armor, the Orion-class also features 14 VelCan Point Defense Turrets. These point-defense variants feature 6 barrels instead of the standard 3, and are programmed to target incoming missiles, only firing at enemy fighters when there is a lack of missile targets. The Orion also mounts 8 Buckler Missile launchers. The buckler missiles launchers are fast targeting missile systems that can rapidly target incoming torpedos and large missiles and launch a small but fast missile that seeks out and destroys the oncoming missile.

Like all capital ships of her size and construction, the greatest threats come from bigger, meaner capital ships, concentrated attack by destroyers or close range 'skin dancing' attacks by Strike craft. An Orion separated from its support fleet is a commander's worst nightmare, and the best defense for a carrier is often its own strike-craft compliment.

Flight Deck:

A marvel of engineering, the flight deck and associated hanger bays have stowage for about 125 small craft of various types. The typical Orion-class- such as the DNS Roanoke carries of 24 F-87 Aegis II Aerospace fighters, 16 B34 Redeemer Aerospace bombers, 48 T-22 Dirk Interceptors, 12 Albatross heavy assault ships, and 5 marine assault gunships. Fighters are deployed via magnetic catapult on the flight deck and can be recovered using the same equipment. The ship also carries 4 shuttles for general shipping duties, 1 bulk lifter and 6 SRR(Search-Rescue-Repair) craft. 9 T-88 Seer class scout ships round out the ships compliment.

Crew Compliment:

The ships company runs to 4600 over all ranks and specializations, including a dedicated security detachment. Attached to the Roanoke is the 144th 'Direwolves' Aerospace Squadron, and the 132nd 'Longbows' Aerospace Squadron. The combined airwing has a compliment of about 800 crew, including pilots, and the Marine Battalion aboard numbers 400.

Other Capabilities:

The ships computer systems are managed by Eva, a gestalt LV 3 Virtual intelligence. Not true AI, she instead is an exceptionable personable interface program designed to ease crew interactions with the ships systems, function as a organizer and statistician, and provide ready advice and information for the command crew. Capable of independent management of many of the ships defensive systems and day-to-day management of the ships immediate Battlespace, she is designed to both take, interpret and redistribute orders.

Statistics:

Length: 1150m
Mass: 500,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 6000~
Jump Range: 50 light years
Jump delay: 48 hours
Endurance: 8 months

Apollo-Class Battlecruiser

'In Imperium Veritas'

Name of Ship(s): The DNS Admirable, Resolute, Valor, and Dextrous
Type: Cruiser
Class: Apollo-Class Battlecruiser

Developed to fulfill a contract laid out by the Dominion Systems Navy for a ship with similar armament and power to that of a battleship, but with the speed and agility of a cruiser. The Apollo-class is a staple cruiser of the Dominion Systems Navy, and fills the roles of 'light carrier', 'battleship', and 'assault cruiser' in equal measures. A fine addition to any fleet, the Apollo, along with the Exeter makes the bulk of any Dominion fleet. The Apollo sports the firepower needed to give pause to enemy fleets, and possesses extra flexibility and power projection in the form of strike craft.

Layout:

Sitting in the rear of the ship, surrounded by tons of redundant systems and armor is its Twin Miyaka Fusion Reactor. With deuterium tankage for eight months, tied to an efficient mag-grav sweep system, the Apollo can sustain The itself for up to a year of minimal activity before fuel reserves will run low. At that point, it can refuel from any planet with a hydrogen/helium rich atmosphere using the 'drag scoop' maneuver to skim the atmosphere for fuel. Aft of the reactor section and the tankage is a pair of tall Impellor drives, rated for 3G of continuous acceleration.

Nestled between the Impellor drive and the Reactor is the ship's Kearnsky-Fuchida Warp drive. By bridging two points in space the drive can rapidly move the Apollo-class up to 50 light years, cutting the travel time to a few hours. A docking collar on top and below the ship, allowing it to bring tag-along ships or ships without warp drives of their own.

Sitting on the Apollo's 'shoulders' are its two flight decks. These large hangars are equipped to handle several small craft at a time, and has holding bays for approximately 40 strike craft. The hangar is connected by a series of tramways, and it's superstructure is built to be extremely durable to make up for the natural weakness of having a giant gap in the ship.

Sitting at the midship is between the two hangars is the bridge and CIC, a tall structure, reinforced with armor and support struts. The CIC itself is multilevel, and has metal blast shields lowered over the glass during combat. Sitting on top of the bridge is the observation deck.

Weapons:

An battlecruiser designed to support fleet actions as well as act independently, the Apollo is a heavily armed ship for its class, and excels at both close range operations and point defense, as well as long ranged combat, with its strike craft to help it reach out and strike at distant targets.

The Apollo mounts an impressive 18 75mm Mass Driver turrets for close in defense against smaller ships, though the sheer number of shells can also pose a threat to larger cruiser type ships as well. Designed to provide accurate, rapid fire with a decent punch, though heavier warships are capable of forcing their way through this fire, it is well suited to overwhelming enemy shield systems.

Two Trebuchet missile launchers fire up to 50 anti capital missiles each. Smaller than the Orion's trebuchets, the Armstad missiles are still a credible threat to most spacefaring vessels. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target.

Sitting under circular blast shields , the Apollo can deploy 4 twin-barreled 120mm Plasma Beam Cannons. These heavy beam cannons make short work of most smaller vessels, overload shields, and ward off close range attackers, and are also a threat to larger capital ships.

Finally, the Wolf mounts 80 heavy rail cannons in 40 twin-barreled turrets. Designed for AA work and interception, these cannons ward off oncoming threats and can be loaded with flak shells as well as tungsten slugs.

Defences:

Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the ship mounts about 1 meter of Durralex plasteel armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. The Apollo as a result is quite heavily armored for its size and weight class. The ship can also project a power reflex shield, to protect it from weapons fire of all types.

Flight Deck:

The flight deck and associated hanger bays have stowage for about 60 small craft of various types. The typical Apollo-class carries 12 F-87 Aegis II Aerospace fighters, 4 B34 Redeemer Aerospace bombers, 24 T-22 Dirk Interceptors, 4 Albatross heavy assault ships, and 4 marine assault gunships. Fighters are deployed via magnetic catapult on the flight deck and can be recovered using the same equipment. The ship also carries 4 shuttles for general shipping duties, 1 bulk lifter and 5 SRR(Search-Rescue-Repair) craft. 2 Seer Scout craft round out this complement.

Crew Compliment:

2100 across all ranks and classes, with a short company of marines (200). Attached is a single extended squadron, with approximately 50 pilots, and an airwing complement of approximately 400 men.

Other Capabilities:

The ships computer systems are managed by Eva, a gestalt LV 3 Virtual intelligence. Not true AI, she instead is an exceptionable personable interface program designed to ease crew interactions with the ships systems, function as a organizer and statistician, and provide ready advice and information for the command crew. Capable of independent management of many of the ships defensive systems and day-to-day management of the ships immediate Battlespace, she is designed to both take, interpret and redistribute orders.

Statistics:

Length: 950m
Mass: 400,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 2750
Jump Range: 50 Lightyears
Jump delay: 42 Hours
Endurance: 8 months

Exeter-Class Battlecruiser

'Pax superiore vi telorum'

Name of Ship(s): The DNS Lincoln, Eisenhower, Churchill, Trudeau, Matamoto and Putin
Type: Cruiser
Class: Exeter-Class Strike Cruiser

A 'Ship of the line' in the modern sense, the Exeter Strike Cruiser was developed to fulfill a contract laid out by the Dominion Systems Navy, for a general combat cruiser, fast enough to make decisive attacks, but well armed and armored enough to give pause to smaller battlegroups. The Exeter-class is a general purpose cruiser designed to support fleet operations as well as operate on its own and is common throughout the galaxy as flagships for smaller patrol fleets, or support ships for larger battlegroups. Most distinctive by its wedge-like shape, the Exeter is often referred to as the 'Spear of the Dominion'.

Layout:

At the centre of the ship is a Miyaka class fusion reactor, with deuterium reserves for ten months of operation. This part of the ship is heavily armoured, and sits in the center of the ship. Equipped with a pair of powerful impellor drives allows the Exeter to reach acceleration speeds of 3.5 Gs. It is appreciably agile compared to other ships of its size, and mounts enough armor to protect itself in the heat of a fight.

Fore of the drive and engineering spaces is the bridge and CIC which extend above the ship to give it a commanding view of the ship and the battlescape.

Weapons:

An attack ship designed to operate in tandem with a fleet as well as on its own, the Exeter is fast and moderately armed for most operational ranges, and a particularly tenacious commander can prove to be a threat to even enemy capital ships.

The primary armament for the Exeter-class is a set of 3 twin-barreled 120mm Plasma Beam Cannons mounted on the dorsal line on the 'top' of the ship. These heavy beam cannons make short work of most smaller vessels, overload shields, and ward off close range attackers, but can also be a threat to larger capital ships. Unlike traditional Mass-driver cannons, the plasma beam cannons are considerably more accurate, able to track better than projectile based weapons, with just as much, if not more power- though cannot fire as quickly as Mass Drivers.

On each of the 'wings' of the Exeter, above and below is a twin barreled 75mm Mass Driver turret. These turrets provide accurate, rapid fire with medium-low power- though a heavy capital ship or true battleship will easily muscle through that fire. These weapons are designed to punch through and overwhelm shielding systems, so its more powerful weapons can deal damage.

Four Trebuchet missile bays carry 50 anti capital missiles each, supplementing the main guns. With a secondary magazine located in the hold holding another 200, the ship has enough missiles for 5 minutes of sustained fire. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target.

Finally, the Exeter mounts 80 heavy rail cannons in 20 4-gun 'ball' turrets. Designed for AA work and interception, these cannons ward off oncoming threats and can be loaded with flak shells as well as tungsten slugs.

Defences:

Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the Exeter mounts about .75 meters of Durralex plasteel armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. With additional protection in the form of a powerful reflex shield, the Exeter is fairly defensible and is able to take quite a beating when compared to Internationale ships. ECW defence includes a dedicated ECM defence nodes, located on top of the bridge and observation deck.

Crew Compliment:

1800 across all ranks and classes, with a company of marines (200)

Other Capabilities:

The ships computer systems are managed by Eva, a gestalt LV 3 Virtual intelligence. Not true AI, she instead is an exceptionable personable interface program designed to ease crew interactions with the ships systems, function as a organizer and statistician, and provide ready advice and information for the command crew. Capable of independent management of many of the ships defensive systems and day-to-day management of the ships immediate Battlespace, she is designed to both take, interpret and redistribute orders.

Statistics:

Length: 750m
Mass: 350,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 2000
Jump Range: 50 Lightyears
Jump delay: 42 Hours
Endurance: 10 months

Wolf-Class Patrol Frigate

'Fortior simul, seorsum infirmior'

Name of Ship(s): The DNS Syracuse, Annapolis, Manchester, St. Petersburg, Tokyo, Washington, London and Guangzhao.
Type: Frigate
Class: Wolf-Class Patrol Frigate

Developed to fulfill a contract laid out by the Dominion Systems Navy, the Wolf-class is a workhorse frigate designed to support fleet operations in an atmosphere and in space, primarily by providing point-defense for capital ship groups, or targeted fire for ground assaults. With only a small crew and relatively small armament, the Wolf-class Patrol Frigate needs to operate in part of a larger task group to be truly effective.

Layout:

At the centre of the ship is a WhiteStar class fusion reactor, with deuterium reserves for three months of operation. This part of the ship is heavily armoured, with only its fuel line for the reactor and the rear service hatchways providing any chinks in the armour belt. Equipped with a pair of oversized impellor drives for its mass, the Wolf can reach acceleration speeds of 5.8 Gs. In atmosphere, it can achieve Mach .5 as a cruising speed, depending on local gravity and atmospheric density and conditions. Its high speeds and small size make it excellent for closing the distance on enemy ships and engaging at close range. It can also react quickly to changes in the battlescape and move accordingly.

Fore of the drive and engineering spaces is the docking point. Mounted at the bottom of the ship and linking into the tankage system, this docking point is designed to interface with docking collars found on capital ships like the Orion-class battlecarrier and the smaller Castillo-class carriers. Opposite of the docking point is the bridge and CIC.

Weapons:

An assault and patrol ship designed to support fleet actions, the Wolf is fast and well armed for close range operations and point defense, but is still too small to think of engaging enemy capital ships without support.

Two Armstad missile bays carry 50 anti capital missiles each. Smaller than the Orion's trebuchets, the Armstad missiles are still a credible threat to most spacefaring vessels. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target.

For close in ship attack, 4 75mm Mass Driver turrets sit on the top of the hull to provide accurate, rapid fire with medium-low power- though a heavy capital ship or true battleship will easily muscle through that fire. These weapons are designed to punch through and overwhelm shielding systems via sustained fire, so more powerful weapons can deal damage. These Mass Driver Turrets can also sport a second 'quick change' barrel underneath the primary barrel. The secondary barrel is loaded with flak shells, and is used for point defense, primarily shooting down missiles, but also targeting slower moving bombers.

For Anti-ship warfare, the Wolf-class sports a heavy torpedo bay in the front of the ship. Capable of launching a variety of different types of warheads, from 4 torpedo tubes, the torpedoes are slow and easy to outmaneuver, but are much more durable and resistant to point defense weapons than missiles. The Wolf-class typically carries a single clean-fusion nuclear torpedo, as well as a quartet of plasmatic-explosive torpedos, and a pair of 'Armor-Buster' torpedoes. Along with the torpedo bay, the Wolf Class has a single twin-barreled 120mm Plasma Beam Cannon mounted underneath the bow of the ship. The largest gun on the ship, the 120mm PBC is an appreciably powerful and effective weapon for general purpose work.

Finally, the Wolf mounts 32 heavy rail cannons in 8 4-gun 'ball' turrets. Designed for AA work and interception, these cannons ward off oncoming threats and can be loaded with flak shells as well as tungsten slugs.

Defences:

Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the ship mounts about .65 meters of Durralex plasteel armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. The Wolf as a result is quite heavily armored for its size and weight class. The ship can also project a limited reflex shield, which while less powerful than a capital ship field, provides solid defense against most light weapons fire for short periods of time.

Crew Compliment:

120 across all ranks and classes, with a short company of marines (50)

Other Capabilities:

Designed to operate with a larger vessel, the Wolf is a cramped, difficult posting reminiscent of the submarines of Earth in the 21st century. The toughness of the vessel is small comfort, as its relative size makes it vulnerable to larger ships and heavily armed strike craft alike. It works well as a system defense ship for inner worlds, and makes an excellent escort for any large capital vessel. Able to operate as a capable super heavy bomber in atmosphere, it is capable of supporting Marine landings and operations on a planetary surface. Its computer are very advanced, largely automated integrated systems that only need a few human operators. Defensive systems are largely automated, freeing up crew for maintenance and fire control.

Statistics:

Length: 150m
Mass: 10,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 170
Jump Range: 50 Lightyears
Jump delay: 32 Hours
Endurance: 2 months

Harpui-Class LR Destroyer

'Optima partium virtutis est prudentia'

Name of Ship(s): The DNS Silent Dawn, Morning Glory, Calm Midnight, and Twilight Eve
Type: Destroyer
Class: Harpui-Class Long Ranged Destroyer

Unlike most destroyers, which are meant to be fast and deadly- closing in on enemy capital ships and destroying them from close proximity, the Harpui-class Long Ranged Destroyer takes the opposite approach- combining speed and stealth with power at extreme ranges. Based heavily on the Wolf-class Patrol Frigate chassis, the Harpui Destroyer is a dedicated Capital Ship killer.

Layout:

At the heart of the ship is a WhiteStar class fusion reactor, with deuterium reserves for up to twelve months of operation. This part of the ship is heavily armoured, with only its fuel line for the reactor and the rear service hatchways providing any chinks in the armour belt. Equipped with a pair of oversized impellor drives for its mass, the Harpui can reach acceleration speeds of 5.8 Gs. Its high speeds and small size, along with its stealth drive makes it exceptionally difficult for enemy ships to detect and destroy.

Fore of the drive and engineering spaces is the docking point. Mounted at the bottom of the ship and linking into the tankage system, this docking point is designed to interface with docking collars found on capital ships like the Orion-class battlecarrier and the smaller Castillo-class carriers. Opposite of the docking point is the bridge and CIC.

Nestled in the center of the ship is its Stealth Drive, while not an optical camouflage device, as its name suggests, the Harpui is capable of rendering itself invisible to all but the most precise of scanners for extended periods of time.

Weapons:

A long ranged killer, the Harpui is armed surprisingly sparsely, with only a few weapon systems to its name.

As its primary weapon the Harpui sports four Warp-Drive torpedo tubes. Designed for Anti-ship warfare, these advanced torpedo launchers rely on targeting information relayed from ships at the front of the conflict. With proper coordinates, these torpedoes are launched from the Harpui and into hyperspace, dropping from hyperspace to normal space a mere .5km from the target. As a result, these advanced torpedoes are difficult to detect, and even more difficult to stop. The Harpui-class typically carries a single clean-fusion nuclear torpedo, as well as a primary bay of plasmatic-explosive torpedos and 'Armor-Buster' torpedoes.

To defend itself in conventional weapons range, the Harpui sports a single 120mm Plasma Beam Cannon, and three VelCan point defense turrets.

Defences:

Like the Wolf-class that the ship is based off of, the Harpui mounts about .65 meters of Durralex plasteel armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. The ship can also project a limited reflex shield, which while less powerful than a capital ship field, provides solid defense against most light weapons fire for short periods of time. However, without a considerable amount of interception defenses, the Harpui's main defense is its stealth drive, which protects it from most scanners.

Crew Compliment:

80 across all ranks and classes.

Other Capabilities:

Like its brother the Wolf, the Harpui is a cramped, difficult posting reminiscent of the submarines of Earth in the 21st century. The toughness of the vessel is small comfort, as its relative size makes it vulnerable to larger ships and heavily armed strike craft alike. Designed for long range support roles, Harpui Destroyers often operate outside of the conventional battlespace, striking from extreme, safe distances. Its computer are very advanced, largely automated integrated systems that only need a few human operators. Defensive systems are largely automated, freeing up crew for maintenance and fire control.

Statistics:

Length: 150m
Mass: 10,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 80
Jump Range: 50 Lightyears
Jump delay: 32 Hours
Endurance: 12 months

Prosperity-Class Logistics Cruiser

'Pax, Libertas, et Fortuna'

Name of Ship(s): The DNS Agincourt and Hastings
Type: Cruiser
Class: Prosperity-Class Logistics Cruiser

The Prosperity Class of ships is a military retrofit of a former civilian ship. Designed for logistical, support, and humanitarian roles, the Prosperity-Class can barely be called a military vessel. Lightly armed, somewhat sluggish, and with all the grace of a box being forced to roll down a hill, the Prosperity class is nevertheless a beacon of hope, and an arguably angelic sight to beleaguered Dominion forces all over the galaxy.

Layout:

At the centre of the ship is a Massive Aeolus class fusion reactor, with deuterium reserves for eight months of operation. This part of the ship is heavily armoured, with its reactor hidden underneath metric tons of other systems. Its impellor drive allows the Prosperity class to reach top speeds of about 3G.

Beside the drive and engineering spaces is the docking point. Linking into the tankage system, this docking point is capable of hooking up to ships of all sizes, to transfer crew, materials and supplies. Fore of that is the primary bridge and observational deck. There's a secondary observation deck on the underside of the ship.

To either side of the ship are a set of 11 Drone pods. These pods open up to allow hosts of repair drones to make minute repairs to exteriors of ships. These drones are programmed with all Non-Top Secret Dominion schematics, and can operate on Ships as well as aerospace craft.

Its most notable feature is the large sunken disk near the front that glows a bright blue. This disk houses the ship's Penumbra shield. Unlike most ship based reflex shields, the Punumbra shields projects a bubble that protects the interior of the shield from high velocity objects and energy weapons. Designed to protect escort ships and civilian ships, the Penumbra shield is not foolproof. It has the standard strength of a cruiser class reflex shield, but stretched to the entirety of the bubble. Ships and fighters can also pass through the shield unharmed, allowing them to attack those on the inside.

Weapons:

Designed to support fleets assets from afar or after battle, the Prosperity class is minimally armed and not designed to get into front line combat, though its shields and armor allow it to sustain a moderate amount of damage, and its repair crews and drones provide it with extended lifetime against damage over time.

Two Armstad missile bays along the top of the ship's spine carry 50 anti capital missiles each. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target. These missiles can also be 'passed' to MAS units, who can control them to support their own attacks.

For close in ship attack, 10 single turrets mounting 105mm Mass Driver cannons suffice to ward of close range attackers, though a heavy capital ship or true battleship will easily muscle through that fire. These medium power cannons give the Prosperity enough teeth to make a wary pirate or long attack ship think twice before striking at it, but are not enough to be of considerable use to fleet actions.

Finally, the Prosperity mounts 120 heavy rail cannons in 30 four gun 'ball' turrets. Designed for AA work and interception, these designs provide good interception capabilities and are capable of loading tungsten slugs or flak rounds.

Defences:

Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the ship mounts .5 meters of Durralex Ferro-fibrious armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. The result is a slow, but relatively durable ship capable of warding off small skirmishers until support can arrive.

Flight Deck:

Designed as a platform to support fleet assets, its hangar are a large, section that travel through the entirety of its width. With equipment bays and recharge points for strike craft, and a flight of manned resupply ships, and drone coordinator ships ready at all times, the Prosperity is capable of turning around a fighter or drop shuttle in minutes thanks to its automated repair units.

Crew Compliment:

1600 across all ranks and classes, including a sizable engineering corps, with a short detachment of marine security (200)

Other Capabilities:

Designed to support other vessels, the Prosperity has never been a frontline vessel. Also, given its status as a former civilian ship, its amenities are considerably more lush than than most military ships. With its many automated systems, the majority of the ship's spare space is dedicated to its extensive manufacturing bays and material storage. Powered by the ship's massive reactor, given enough resources, the Prosperity can produce almost any piece of military equipment smaller than a spacefaring vessel via its advanced 3D printers and engineering bays.

Statistics:

Length: 850m
Mass: 450,000 metric tons
Crew Compliment: 1800
Jump Range: 50 Lightyears
Jump delay: 42 Hours
Endurance: 8 months

Epic Listenings

Lords of the Stars [Military Space Opera]

Fully committing interest as of now. I've grown quite attached to my Admiral concept now.

Lords of the Stars [Military Space Opera]

Tentatively Interested, maybe a ship commander for myself..

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Irving Whitepaw

<sub>Irving Whitepaw| 19 | Ukanuq

Call me Snag-Tooth one more time and I'll use your skull as the shell for my next bomb!</sub>

Appearance:

A small Ukanuq by most standards, Irving stands at a diminutive 4'11", and weighs in at 150 pounds of compact sinew and fur. Despite his compact size, he is quite well built and sturdy, and has a stout and hardy strength that belies his shorter stature. His fur is a dark ash grey, save for his chest, paws- where his namesake stems from, and a strip of fur down the center of his face white, which are white. His large eyes are a deep amber in color, and long white whiskers are typically worn in a cocky smirk or a nasty grimace. Over most of his form Irving wears a tough leather overcoat with small steel plates woven in, and thick canvas breeches tucked into a pair of leather boots. Over his head he wears a leather cap, and over his hands he sports a pair of leather gloves. A cloth knapsack is attached to the back of his belt.

History:

A scavenger, salvager, and part time saboteur, Irving Whitepaw was born the first of eight sons of Alyssa Whitepaw and Darren Cragtooth. Or was it Alyssa Whitepaw and Hutch Longtail? Grig Cheks? Father for the most part unsure, and relative little importance, Irving was born into an all Ukanuq Krewe known as the Scarred Hides, based in Kragpool. Living in a Holding from birth, Irving grew up used to the general racism and ostracism by the other races and learned to cope with it in his own, fairly aggressive way.

As Ukanuq matured rapidly, and the life expectancy for a scavenger Krewe in Kragpool wasn't particularly long anyway, Irving was put to work just about as soon as he could walk and talk, his thin frame allowing him to fit into passages his adult Krewemembers could not. From the earliest times he could remember Irving had perpetually hammered into his brain what kind of scrap to look for while scavenging, what sold for the most, and what was the most useful, as well as what to avoid- all the while managing to outlive at least seven of his 'uncles' and all of his siblings while out in the wilds.

All things considered, Irving adjusted quite well into the life of a scavenger, managing to reach maturity without getting crushed, or blown up, or stabbed, or shot- at least not to the point of death. He spent his days travelling into the Rust Sea to find salvage and selling it in the marketplace, and his nights getting drunk and getting into fights. As he grew older, Irving also discovered that he knew enough about the technology he was scavenging that he could throw a few things together and reliably have it explode or otherwise cause harm and damage to impeding structures or flesh- depending on the situation.

At around the age of 9, Irving transitioned from scavenging to salvaging, taking technology, and rendering it in a more usable or convenient way, to be sold for more money and more favors. He'd still join Krewemembers on scavenging runs in the Rust Sea, except now, instead of picking through the scraps for things that might be useful, he led the small expeditions, picking out the things that they could use to build weapons or otherwise sell for profit.

The Scarred Hides, while never officially disbanded, ceased to exist when Irving turned 11. During a large scale expedition into the Rust Sea, under contract by a fairly wealthy patron in Kragpool, Irving and his Krewe ran upon another rival scavenging Krewe. Seemingly seeking the same artifacts for different patrons, a disagreement broke out between the two Krewes, which then led to a fight. Outnumbered and underarmed for a true conflict, the Scarred Hides found themselves beaten, broken and scattered, with Irving looted and left for dead in the Rust Sea.

Irving was found and saved by a group of Ukanuq Guerrillas, with whom he spent the next few years with. During this time, he repaid the guerillas for saving his life by fighting with them, learning subtitles of sabotage and guerilla warfare. He also built weapons and bombs for the group and served as their 'face' for a short while, the only one 'civilized' enough to interact in the Holdings without starting bloodshed. He never did pick up the mentality of a guerilla however, and after one too many arguments with the group's leadership, Irving struck out on his own and returned to the Holdings.

It was around this time that Irving ran into his current traveling companion Vin Kastral. By chance he came upon the feathered Ukanuq in the process of being chained down and kidnapped by a group of human slavers. The slavers looked somewhat bloody, and it looked like the ukanuq was more trouble than she was worth, because the slavers eventually stabbed her. With an uncharacteristic act of compassion, Irving rushed into their midst, and stabbed one of the slavers and shot another before the rest of them decided to cut their losses and run.

Though not a doctor, the injury was not as life threatening as it appeared, and after a appreciably shoddy bit of needlework, and a large amount of luck, Irving was able to save the ukanuq's life. Irving found that his random act of compassion had earned him a companion- not that he really wanted one. Though, after a week or two of the ukanuq following him around, he finally gave in and began to enjoy the quiet fellow's company.

The two traveled together for the next few years, during which Irving salvaged parts for a laser rifle, as well as some military grade hard-light generators which he managed to convert into Vin's blade and communicator. They eventually joined up with the Vigil, looking for a source of steady income in return for some of the only things Irving was good at.

Skills:

• Artificing - A salvager and machinist by trade, Irving is an adept at throwing scrap materials and tech together, generally resulting in objects that are explosive in nature. Though occasionally he is able to build more unique and functional equipment - such as Vin's communicator, such contraptions are usually a 50/50 shot- excluding the chance of spontaneous combustion.
• Sabotage - A natural saboteur, Irving is well practiced in guerrilla combat and the the art of underhanded destruction. Explosive traps, cutting fences, disabling machinery, destabilizing structures. With the right tools, Irving becomes a veritable living swiss-army knife.
• Marksmanship - While no sniper by far, Irving is a decent shot with his rifle. Preferring to fight from beyond arms reach, Irving is an appreciably accurate shot with his laser rifle and generally engages at medium ranges.
• Close Combat - While he prefers ranged combat, Irving is not opposed to engaging in close quarters battle. While capable of holding his own against others in a stand up fight, Irving rarely enters melee combat straight on. Instead, he prefers to sneak up on enemies, and use surprise and flanking attacks to defeat larger foes.
• Stealth - Despite Irving's abundance of loud-noise causing contraptions and inventions, Irving's background and history with guerrilla fighting techniques has instilled in him the values of stealth, and he understands its concepts fairly well, even if his general practices are rather contrary.

Equipment:

• Bolt-Action Laser Rifle - Level III - (Ignore the scythe blade) The remains of an ancient weapon, gutted, and placed inside a wooden shell, Irving's rifle is a high powered energy weapon. After firing, the rifle generates a large amount of heat, stored in a heatsink, which must be released by opening the bolt. Heat sinks generally have to replaced every half dozen shots. In front of the trigger is a small black box- from the original weapon itself, where the energy source can be inserted.
• Multi-Tool - Level III - A variety of tools conceivably used by those in ancient times. While too small and light to be useful for modern day applications, it interacts extremely well with ancient tech. It posses a pry bar, small steel rods that can remove the bindings of ancient technology (screwdrivers and wrenches), pliers, a monofilament saw, corkscrew, and even a micro-torch.
• Scrap Grenade - Level II x2 - A pair of handmade bombs, filled with scrap materials. A metal pin around the center keeps the bomb safe until ready to be thrown.
• Curved Blade - A foot long steel scythe blade- not uncommon on modern day farming tools. Affixed to a sword handle and secured in a leather wrapped wooden scabbard.
• Steel Knuckles - At the knuckles of Irving's gloves are bits of steel, they focus the force of Irving's blows into harder, more concentrated points.
• Leather Overcoat - A tough leather coat with steel plates woven on the inside. Provides appreciable levels of protection without sacrificing too much mobility.

General Nonsense:

Irving is often referred to as a smartass, and his fairly aggressive and sarcastic disposition doesn't do much to win him friends. He does however have a strong sense of loyalty, and refuses to leave debts unpaid- a small sense of racial pride granted to him during his short stint with ukanuq guerrillas.

He does however, take great care to keep his dealings with ukanuq guerrillas secret, due to the general public's disposition towards them. He has not talked about them since his departure from the guerrillas themselves.

He's Rocket Raccoon. Except a rabbit.

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@Tessaract

Irving probably would've waited for an opportunity to sneak away- either a mission gone wrong, or just stealthing away from the guerrillas. He wouldn't be the type to smash his way out.

Also, it's less 'Artificing' and more tinkering, but artificing sounded cooler. It's something his original krewe had showed him and that he had honed over the years. The ability to build bombs would also come in handy while he worked with the guerillas. The ability to build his own weapon as well as Vin's hardlight stuff was a like a culmination of all of his efforts- and probably some advice from someone who actually knew what they were doing.

He probably just joined the vigil because they paid him the most, honestly. And for how long he and Vin have been traveling together, I had thought we agreed on something like 4ish-going-on-5 years.

The rocket racoon thing is more a reference to his personality type, his background and story is all his own. No copy pastas because I'm allergic to fake carbs.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

Sara Hawkins

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While the mech trailers did an excellent job of protecting the mechs from the elements when they weren't in use, it was no small pain for two individuals to set them up. Most mechs typically employed an engineering team- and out in the freelands, military-trained engineer teams were few and far between, and exorbitantly expensive as well. The result was most Fortune Land pilots learned how to maintain their own machines. Still, working on a highly advanced machine was a lot of work by yourself, and some lazier or less wealthy pilots often just let their mechs rust out in the elements inbetween downtime, and worried more about weapons and ammo than the all important hydraulics, shock absorbers, and thrust systems that would get worn down and clogged up by excess sand, dirt and grime.

Pulling off the tarps over the mech trailers was a bit of a hassle, but half an hour later, the hard tops of the trailers were opening, revealing two relatively well maintained mechs in their holds. One was a steel grey beast- in the shape of a wolf, the aptly named Jager Hound was a fairly widespread machine- popular in both the Northern Frontier, as well as the Fortune Lands. The Jager Hounds, while not quite as ubiquitous as some of the more common bipedals, were still easily recognized and hard to mistake for anything else. To call Robin's Jager Hound similar to every other Jager Hound would be a grave mistake however, this beast of a machine- called the Thrasher by Robin, and noted as the 'Wester Custom' by Sara, was a mean machine: fast, and sporting a pair of 50mm plasma cannons- this machine could reduce an unprepared mech to a pile of slag with little difficulty.

The other trailer held Sara's personal Chevalier III, the White Hare. A thin and aerodynamic looking machine, this mech was reminiscent of fighter jets, but lacked the inherent fragility and versatility a high-speed jet possessed. Thin and angular, Sara's Chevalier was a machine designed to dominate the skies with its variable equipment loadouts. Much like Robin's Jager, Sara took great pride in her own customized machine, the 'White Hare'. A customized Supercruise/Afterburner meant she was easily one of the fastest things in the sky, and could get out of dangerous situations in a pinch, and a trademark 'Northern Ice White' paint set her in stark contract with many of the drab and dark machines in the Fortune Lands.

"I think there was another job in Therux, scavenging through one of the old The Ratlin & Cores factories." Sara remarked absentmindedly as she pulled on her flight harness- a bulky (and pink) armored pressure suit that would help protect her from the low air pressure and high-G forces she would experience during flight. The harness fit over her like football pads would, and as a result made her thin frame looking even smaller by comparison. The back had a parachute and directional jetpack thruster if she had to eject, and the inner lining functioned similar to an airbag when necessary.

"I don't think I've been back since I left for the Dunelands. My sis just got engaged, did I tell you that?" she continued as she climbed over her mech, currently on its back, and made her way to the cockpit. Opening the cockpit with the touch of a button, Sara turned around and let herself fall into the arms of her cockpit chair before sealing herself inside it. Despite the darkness of her cockpit, Sara instinctively reached out and powered her machine on.

The White Rabbit roared to life, its control console immediately lighting up with a variety of colors, while the front and side walls of her cockpit became viewscreens themselves. Pulling her helmet over her head and securing it to her harness, Sara grabbed at a tube under her controls, and plugged it into the front of her helmet's mask, breathing in deeply as the mech began feeding oxygen into her harness. As she plugged herself in, data began popping up over her helmet as well.

> Confirming Pilot Biometry: Sara Hawkins_
> ...Pilot Confirmed. Welcome RABBIT_
> Initializing systems...

> Reactor Unit: Online_
> Targeting AI: Online_
> Weapon Systems: Calibrating...

> XBR: OK!
> T-2 S: OK!
> T-2 P: OK!
> XM921: OK!
> HSMS: OK!

> All Calibrations Complete_
> All Systems Nominal_
> Entering Standby_

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"This is a terrible idea." Sara commented over the comms as her Chevalier slowly stomped its way into the flat clearing nearby their supply truck. Peeking at her rear-view camera, she looked at a quartet of high tensile cables lying limp on the ground connected to the Thrasher. The White Hare widened its stance on the ground, its thrusters angling themselves as they began spooling up. The incessant whine of the supersonic thrusters grew to a louder and higher pitch, until they reached a pitch almost out of the human audio range. With a small boom, the White Hare lifted off the ground, the cables behind it becoming taught as they pulled against the groundborne Jager Hound. The Thrasher's 'paws' skidded against the dirt for a second as they dragged along the ground until the White Hare managed to lift the machine off the ground. Re-angling her thrusters, Sara put in the coordinates of the mission and began flying towards the target location, Jager Hound in tow.

She triggered communications with 'T' and the other pilots who had signed on with the mission- Apparently there were two others joining them as well, 5 pilots was quite the party for what Sara saw as a rather small mission. As she tuned into their frequency, she heard another feminine voice calling out.

"This is Pilot Designate F-003 'Alecto' hailing 'T.' We are now confirming arrival over the Iron Canal. I'll standby just outside of sensor range, but I'm prepared for rapid aerial deployment against the target when all other units are in position. Please confirm your status. Alecto out."

"Talk about a party." Sara commented over the comms. "This is Rabbit and Fang. Sending IFF Codes to all pilots on this frequency. Try not to shoot at us yeah? Paint's expensive out here in the desertlands.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

The door of the Campus Cafe opened up, a small bell above the door chiming and letting those that cared to know that someone else had entered the quaint little eatery. The contemporary and classy wood and marble decor was largely lost on Sara as she entered the building, her arms wrapped around a large encylopedia of GEARs, and her eyes scanning the screen of a tablet that sat on top of it.

The morning for Sara had come and gone in what felt like the blink of an eye- she rarely had so much free time- with her classwork generally taking the lion's share of her time. Now that she was a competitive pilot to boot, her time was even more strained than usual, which was why she was happy for the brief reprieve of lunch, where she could prepare herself for classwork before she got too behind on her studies. Looking away from her tablet from a moment, Sara was surprised to see Rio sitting at a table, her eyes glued to her phone. Sara cocked her head to the side, not expecting to see her team-mate, despite the fact that this was a fairly high traffic area. It was probably because of her status and stature- Sara expected her to spend her time at more high end places.

"Hamasaki!" Sara called out in a soft voice, as she approached Rio's table. "I didn't expect to find you here."

Sara offered the tall girl a smile. "Mind if I sit?"

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo Frokane kind of hard for snipers to function if damage has to trade for accuracy though

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

Sara Hawkins

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A quarter mile from 'Land's End', a small, but fairly prosperous town in the Dunelands, sat a Therux Rellis-class supply truck. Its clean grey and black steel chassis rusted in places and covered in a fine layer of tan grit- sand that never seemed to leave the cracks and crevices no matter how hard one scrubbed. A wide, olive-drab tarp stretched over the main body of truck and attached to its back were a pair of mech trailers, also covered with tarps. From a distance, one would wonder if the truck had moved at all in the past year- and from the way the tarps were set up- propped up by tent poles and pegged in by large steel spikes, this truck looked like it had more or less been locked down.

Despite its almost abandoned appearance, abandoned the truck definitely was not. The main cabin of the truck had most of its innards ripped out and replaced- a gun turret had been ripped out, sold, and replaced with a skylight, half the crew bunks torn out and replaced with a bench and table, and most of the main storage space had been replaced with furniture for a pair of pilots living in the freelands.

Lounging on one of the bunks, Sara was vaguely aware of her data-pad buzzing. A set of potential jobs had come in. She didn't bother looking through them- that was Robin's job. Knowing Robin, she'd be aware of a job as soon as it came in, and if the job was worth doing, chances were-

"Hey Sara, wake up, I got us a job. " Robin sounded as eager as ever. If Sara felt like getting into a fight, she'd call her an eager puppy. Just as well, she'd have a hard time finding a job in time without her, so he couldn't really fault her. "That T. guy just opened transmissions and offered a tag along, you wanna contact him or do we need the money, it's up to you; I just wanna get up and do something, we've been here for a few days without anything to do but work on The White Hare and Thrasher."

Sara rolled over and stretched lazily, her spine making satisfying popping sounds as she stretched out. She swung herself out of bed and started pulling her flightsuit on before the yelling continued.

"Hey Rabbit! What's the verdict, are we doing this for ourselves or are we gonna tell the guy we're comming?"

"I'd rather not get shot out of the sky if its all the same to you." Sara replied, raising her voice enough to be heard through the door. Oughta let him know we're letting him come along for the ride."