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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Actually, I don't think an EMP would knock out reactive armor. It's not microchip based, see. Nothing to fry except hard explosives.
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I'm sorry I had a grammar nazi moment.
I just find "mecha" to be completely inferior to "mechs," because "mechs" suggest a design that includes science and physics, while "mecha" suggests completely aesthetic designs that work perfect.
And because if we had the technology to create lightsabers, we could make so much better ranged weapons.
I just find "mecha" to be completely inferior to "mechs," because "mechs" suggest a design that includes science and physics, while "mecha" suggests completely aesthetic designs that work perfect.
And because if we had the technology to create lightsabers, we could make so much better ranged weapons.
I have no idea what Foster said, looking at it from a completely grammar/spelling/punctuation based viewpoint.
"... this mean-" suggests singular- "-zombie-clones-" suggests plural multiples "driven by mechas" suggests that they are being controlled by anime mechs, not vice versa- "holding lightsabers, in space"- is fairly straightforward.
Although, completely realistically speaking, anime mechs controlling cloned zombies while holding lightsabers in space sounds like a really bad idea, one, because the anime mechs are probably bigger than the zombies, and two, because they might slash the zombie in half. And because legged robots don't work well in space.
Speaking of which, why would anyone even want to use a light saber in space? I mean, cool and all, but light saber versus an M1911 would equal the guy with the light saber dead. Common sense- no man's or machine's reflexes are fast enough to avoid or block a bullet at twenty times the range of a sword, when that bullet is going holy-shit fast.
And with an M1911, you could control where you're going, when in space- with a light saber, you could, I guess, throw it? Firing a bullet is more effective, though.
"... this mean-" suggests singular- "-zombie-clones-" suggests plural multiples "driven by mechas" suggests that they are being controlled by anime mechs, not vice versa- "holding lightsabers, in space"- is fairly straightforward.
Although, completely realistically speaking, anime mechs controlling cloned zombies while holding lightsabers in space sounds like a really bad idea, one, because the anime mechs are probably bigger than the zombies, and two, because they might slash the zombie in half. And because legged robots don't work well in space.
Speaking of which, why would anyone even want to use a light saber in space? I mean, cool and all, but light saber versus an M1911 would equal the guy with the light saber dead. Common sense- no man's or machine's reflexes are fast enough to avoid or block a bullet at twenty times the range of a sword, when that bullet is going holy-shit fast.
And with an M1911, you could control where you're going, when in space- with a light saber, you could, I guess, throw it? Firing a bullet is more effective, though.
\Ever heard of reactive armor?
Stuff like RPGs hit the externally-attached armor- and the armor blocks explode, and completely neutralize the RPG.
Aulfr settled back for his usual death-like sleep. It actually helped his chances of survival, because if an assassin slipped into his room, they'll actually hesitate when they see him lying so still, so polite-like, still dressed and sitting on top of the covers. It had helped him once before, when the sneakiest of Noxus tried to kill him- who was now dead, and where he got an excellent set of daggers from.
His eyes still closed, he asked, "Oh, you mean the stuff that's belonged to that Fourth Devil or somesuch? Yeah, it's locked up in one of my storage rooms. Real shiny stuff- might try practicing with that staff sometime. Only weapon I haven't trained with, I think. And yeah, that real pretty horse sure is a find- good thing I have it now, yeah? I might even show you to 'em, if you're good. Also, storyteller's a good cover if you want to keep your true identity hidden- who'd know that the person telling the story was the one making them?"
And with that, he left her to sleep in the growing darkness, nodding off somewhat quickly. Every now and then, one of the Noxan messenger owls would screech, as it was received by the owlkeeper.
In the middle of the night, when the nearly-full moon shone through the windows of Aulfr's room, he woke, slightly.
It wasn't from a sound, or a gut feeling- it was so that he could do what he did next. Letting his elbow rest against the blankets, he thwapped Rayt in the side, leaving his breathing nearly unchanged. He cracked open an eye, watching Rayt jump and scramble away in a half-awake mess, eventually getting to her feet. That eventually was, of course, not even a second, because that was who she was. He didn't move from his spot, and instead gave a little, moonlit half-smile. Adding it to the list of things that he knew about her- such as being so jumpy, so defensive, a tad more panicky and emotional than the usual trained defensive- he waved vaguely with that hand, and said softly, "Goodnight."
By the time his new assassin blinked awake, Aulfr was already shirtless- because he was changing shirts. At the sudden change of breath, Aulfr turned towards her, from where he'd been looking out his window, at one of the larger courtyards, where rows of Noxan berserkers were training.
He tossed aside the brown tunic he'd been wearing, in favor of a tunic cut the exact same, except with a dark blue, with gold stitching. Dragging it on, he asked, "So didja sleep well?"
His eyes still closed, he asked, "Oh, you mean the stuff that's belonged to that Fourth Devil or somesuch? Yeah, it's locked up in one of my storage rooms. Real shiny stuff- might try practicing with that staff sometime. Only weapon I haven't trained with, I think. And yeah, that real pretty horse sure is a find- good thing I have it now, yeah? I might even show you to 'em, if you're good. Also, storyteller's a good cover if you want to keep your true identity hidden- who'd know that the person telling the story was the one making them?"
And with that, he left her to sleep in the growing darkness, nodding off somewhat quickly. Every now and then, one of the Noxan messenger owls would screech, as it was received by the owlkeeper.
In the middle of the night, when the nearly-full moon shone through the windows of Aulfr's room, he woke, slightly.
It wasn't from a sound, or a gut feeling- it was so that he could do what he did next. Letting his elbow rest against the blankets, he thwapped Rayt in the side, leaving his breathing nearly unchanged. He cracked open an eye, watching Rayt jump and scramble away in a half-awake mess, eventually getting to her feet. That eventually was, of course, not even a second, because that was who she was. He didn't move from his spot, and instead gave a little, moonlit half-smile. Adding it to the list of things that he knew about her- such as being so jumpy, so defensive, a tad more panicky and emotional than the usual trained defensive- he waved vaguely with that hand, and said softly, "Goodnight."
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By the time his new assassin blinked awake, Aulfr was already shirtless- because he was changing shirts. At the sudden change of breath, Aulfr turned towards her, from where he'd been looking out his window, at one of the larger courtyards, where rows of Noxan berserkers were training.
He tossed aside the brown tunic he'd been wearing, in favor of a tunic cut the exact same, except with a dark blue, with gold stitching. Dragging it on, he asked, "So didja sleep well?"
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