WilsonTurner

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Benson stared at April the pilot, face dropping into a slightly more impassive and blank than it had been before- even though before, it had been only barely pleasant. But instead of turning away or responding, like another person would do, he just stared blankly at her for several moments, waiting for the captain and the pilot's communication to end. Then he shifted attention to the captain, and said, "The intercom was offline because of a faulty diagnostics program. I'm restarting it with another section of code to prevent it from shutting off other noncritical systems."

Then he paused for a moment, and said slightly more human-like- you know, with emotion- "Besides, captain, it'll keep you on your toes." He turned back to April and answered her right after, without any moment for interjection on either of the two other people's part. "When I look into the void, I see possibilities. Had I not joined this crew, I would be dead right now. Just a fact, really. Had I joined a different crew- one of the other two ships rather than this one- I'd either be dead or in a crew with elements that are far worse than ourselves. The void is my escape- my prison. It's everyone else's escape and prison, too, because we're all stuck here with physics and such to limit ourselves, with only minimal research going into truly ground-breaking things like quantum physics- which, mind you, could be the difference between weeks and months of time to get between interplanetary space, to days and hours. Simply observing a Kyoopy (Which, when he pronouces it, sounds very much like "Q" and then "P") particle can change its properties and state- and that particle can be in multiple places at once, so simply looking at something could tell someone on the opposite side of the continent, planet, or even across the system about whether or not that person is looking at it. And that's scratching the surface- one could create a device to use these entangled particles to create an instant communications device that can transmit across any amount of space without fail, because there is no signal, there is nothing to be interfered with- it's just-"

Then Benson, who in the middle of his rather passionate, rushed speech, froze, staring wide-eyed at his audience of two with a very rare show of expression- that is, passion, surprise, shock, and confusion. Then the moment passed, and his face closed down again, emotion wiping off of it as he sat back down and hugged his legs, looking anywhere but the captain and pilot, almost expecting to be punished or reprimanded, expecting something negative. Garry, in his programmed wisdom, climbed back onto his owner's knee, and called out the time. In a very obviously pre-programmed voice, Garry the mechanical spider screamed in a loud, manly voice, "IT IS SIX. FORTY. THREEEEE!" A short pause followed, about two or three seconds, before the recording said, "THAAAANK YOOU!"

Then the small spider's faceplates extended as far away from each other, pleased with itself.

Ashes to Ashes, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP. (Always Accepting)

I think I'd be more interested in the fay than the atomicalltohell thing. Cause... it'd be an interesting meeting point. Even more so if some of the larger 'inns' had these great plots of land, but they were more like islands floating in hyperspace, with the edges of them formed into giant docks for spaceships and spacecraft- so it'll randomly pluck a ship out of hyperspace and just dock it between two great pillars of dirt, stone, and grass, as if it were an advanced spaceport... but not.

I dunno. Just an idea.

<Snipped quote by WilsonTurner>That sounds like old WW2 classification system. Granted, since then many of these classes kinda became obsolete.
Modern naval terminology also rather adapted a hull classification system with 1-3 letter anagrams showing the ship's role.
Also in modern naval terms Frigates are much smaller than Destroyers, the latter are sometimes even becoming pocket battleships in terms of role. Take the Zumwalt-class destroyers, for example.
But like I said there's so much confusion over the use of old school ship categories that they partially reforme this into a new system.

On the other hand sci-fi battle are often WW2 in space so in this sense your terminology is absolutely right. Well, save for the Dreadnought which is often use for superheavy battleships because their name just sound cooler and more threatening.

Anyways, settling down on an uniform ship classification system would be great. Otherwise it leads to confusion.
Alternatively just separate escorts from warships in your fleet. Escorts will imply they are weaker ships used for screening and as force multipliers while warships would imply independent vessels with competition grade protection and/or firepower. This simple distinction may be all we need and leave ship classes as flavor texts.

@Willy Vereb

I think one could do both- an escort-frigate would rely on its parent ship for, as an example, protection, with the parent ship's focus being on shields, so the escort-frigate would be hiding within the shields, using its own weapons to fire on enemies. Meanwhile, a warship-frigate would be, as you say, a ship that can operate independently, with substantial offensive and defensive capabilities. An escort may have a specialization in only one, while a warship uses both with a leaning towards one.

But using a common ship categories would be useful. That way a warship [which is actually a dreadnought] wouldn't be surprised and destroyed by another warship [which was actually a light or medium cruiser], which normally wouldn't happen, because a dreadnought has big thick armor and a light or medium cruiser has neither heavy guns, nor heavy armor.

Mind you, light or medium cruisers are just that- it's unlikely they'll have any particularly powerful weapons or shields in comparison to someone else, and would probably rely more on maneuverability or disruptive electronic warfare and drones. Take, for example, the Wyoming-class Battleship, which is a big-armor, big-guns, lotsa-guns, and slow. Then there is, say, the St. Louis-class cruiser, which is more of a heavy cruiser because it has like 14 guns (in comparison to other ships' 4-10), a buncha armor, and is quite slow. Then there's the Phoenix class cruiser, which has anywhere from 6-10 guns, isn't quite as armored as the St. Louis, but is just as fast as a Clemson-class destroyer, if slightly less manueverable. And, the Phoenix holds a couple turrets of the almighty torpedoes.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Writing another post today/tomorrow

@Afina

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@Afina didn't read my post :c

How do I know this?
I am watching her through her window
I had in my post that the intercom was down due to diagnostics program, and as such, April's takeoff speech went unheard.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Benson was sitting on his bed, completely unsecured, with his admin desk resting against his legs and his fingers dancing across the screen. The diagnostics check that was infinitely running during power-up and take-off had a slight bug in it, and he had to surf the code and fix the problem.

Garry was occupying himself- itself, actually, but Benson charitably assigned it a gender for the sake of allusion- by trying to hack into his admin desk with its limited capacity. Each time the small somewhat aware artificial intelligence came close to breaking through the admin desk's firewalls, a small light blinked on the desk- and Benson quickly sent a small virus to Benson, giving the advanced firewalls time to repair themselves and shore themselves back up, while Garry suddenly acted like a dog for a minute as the AI counterhacked the virus he sent.

It was the only thing that brought a small smile to Benson's face, not since he'd first joined the crew months ago.

Then the ship abruptly started rising, and he shifted his attention back to the admin desk, wondering why April didn't do her usual address-the-crew. And, of course, his diagnostics had shut down several non-critical systems, such as the intercom.

Then he pitched off the bed and smacked into the floor, as the ship suddenly jerked about, destabilizing Benson's careful and precarious position on the edge of his bed- right in the middle of the room, too, since he didn't like being too close to walls.

He sat up, rubbed his head, and then decided that he needed to do something. His mother always told him to go out and do something, after all. As if he ever actually listened to her. Several moments of careful contemplation later, Benny decided it wouldn't hurt, sent a counter-virus to eliminate his surprisingly resilient dog program that was affecting Garry, gave the short follow me whistle- before exiting his room, Garry scurrying placidly behind him.

He passed anyone in the corridor with not a word, just a glance at their eyes, a glance at their attire, before he continued on- the equal of another's enthusiastic "Hello!" He passed by in his usual quiet, stoic self, making his way to the bridge. Once he walked through the door, he stepped carefully, casually over all April's junk, hardly glancing at it- he had long since memorized the placement of it all, and April had long since stopped really doing anything with the junk blocking the doorway, and made for the chair on the opposite side of the cockpit, sitting down, plugging his admin desk into the console, and then just staring out into the void, as April tried her best to tear apart the ship fly in a straight line to find and use the best escape trajectory possible.

He sat in his chair [subtly buckling himself in] and brought his feet up to rest on the edge of the seat, admin desk again on his knees and legs. But he didn't work on the ship's systems- his eyes seemed to reflect that he was watching much more than just the empty black, that he was seeing things that no one else could. Of course, an active imagination brought that- he was seeing nothing more than memories and different, alternate ideas on how things could have gone, from his death to a flourishing life planetside, rather than in the sky.

Then he turned his eyes on the young April, and asked, "What do you see, out there?"

Ashes to Ashes, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP. (Always Accepting)

Um
Now, your nation may have intentionally done this, but traditional ship classes have destroyers as one of the smaller ships, battleships the largest, and cruisers acting as everything in between. The reason being that destroyers were made with torpedoes- powerful anti-ship weapons- that get in close using superior speed and mobility- something that a large ship struggles with. Cruisers, meanwhile, act as anything from larger, better armed and armored destroyers to smaller, slightly less powerful battleships. They're to take down enemy destroyers, cruisers, and aircraft with their moderate AA, guns, and armor.

and Duck, if you get angry at me for disagreeing again, then go ahead and kick me from the roleplay. This is science fiction, and is generally an advanced- type roleplay, based on previous iterations of the series. If you dislike me disagreeing and not accepting everything, and won't put up with it, do tell me now.

Based on factual, modern information of traditional ship roles, this is the sizes of ships from smallest to largest:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Destroyer
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frigate
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruiser
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreadnought (This was the battleship up until America became a world power, in which the 'superdreadnoughts' of the time were renamed to 'battleships')
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battleship

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Ashes to Ashes, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP. (Always Accepting)

Your race's flaws aren't really flaws... all it is is a slightly longer reproductive cycle- 12 months rather than 9- which is kinda balanced because it's much less painful, and therefore loss of life isn't nearly as likely (I'm assuming). That kind of balances out... and not being able to smell or taste as well as humans isn't much of a flaw. Humans do not need either to battle effectively- if anything, a lack of taste and smell might actually help human soldiers, rather than hinder. Your race is extra strong and tough, without any notable size difference or anything.

Hocklyns are crystalline and are more powerful- but blunt weapons are more likely to shatter an entire section of their crystal 'skin', leaving them very vulnerable and in considerable pain. They're also much slower- the fastest ones may be on par to an average human. Stronger, but slower. Natural armor, which could deflect bullets at the right angle, or absorb/reflect certain energy weapons, but is vulnerable to blunt force, and breaks in large chunks- not small punctures or holes.

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