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Post by Zaedic Ryzel on Feb 28, 2014 19:10:46 GMT -8
~The young Zelosian rolled his eyes at the comment about the name. How could a name equal strength he thought to himself. Just because Bondar changed his name doesn't mean he himself has changed yet. Still the adaption of a new name was not all lost on the Zelosian since a new name represented a new life a new way of both thought and motion. He listened as Lignan explained how he was learning the lightning outside of his shell for control, still the young zelosian still had to wonder about it all. Voicing his thoughts he sat more straight with the scythe now across his lap.
"Still would it even be possible once you go inside your body after all energy takes the path of least resistance would it still not travel through wires no matter how hard you tried to focus it through your chest?"
After asking he stood up and sat his scythe in a locker not far from the couch where they both had sat. He than stood in the middle of the room and started going through martial art stances running through sequences of movements linking them together as if the flowed effortlessly together. His pace was slow and deliberate as this was both exercise and training ones body. However he still faced his friend and still showed interest in listening just decided to run some hand to hand drills at the same time.
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Post by Lignan on Mar 3, 2014 8:56:35 GMT -8
Although he could not show emotion with his mechanical features, the tone of Lignan's voice made it clear that he was amused by the comment.
"If such was the case, then why did the electricity arc at all? Why did it not travel down my body, through the table, and into the ship?"
Lignan extended his right arm slowly, and a lightsaber hilt slid from a slot on his wrist, dropping squarely into his hand. Balancing the hilt between his palms, with the blade emitter pointed up, Lignan slowly withdrew his hands, leaving the lightsaber floating gently in from of his photoreceptors. Studying the device for a moment, feeling the crystal within pulsing faintly with the energy o the Dark Side he pondered his next words for a moment before speaking.
"Learning to control the Lightning, even causing it to defy physics, that is the hardest part of the ability. Generating the charge, and casting it forth, both are relatively easy, but if you do not have utter control over the energy, it will likely travel through your own body, and organic or crystalline, kill you."
The lightsaber floating in front of Lignan ignited suddenly, the black-cored, white glowing blade extending from the hilt with the characteristic snap-hiss common to all such energy weapons. After a moment's contemplation, the blade wobbled slightly, and shut off. Lignan snatched the hilt out of the air and spun it smoothly through his fingers. |
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Post by Zaedic Ryzel on Mar 3, 2014 11:38:09 GMT -8
~Finish his sequence Zaedic stepped over the table pressing a button a driod than stepped out of a locker at the side of the room it took up a combat stance. Zaedic had activated a sparring program and was tired of just doing sequences, moving over in front of the droid he bowed which was the begin program protocol. In turn the droid bowed back and began circling the male zelosian. The entire time Zaedic had been listening to his friend and watched him hand the lightsaber. After a brief pause he replied to his friend.
"You are right of course the force defies many lets say 'facts' about the what the world says can and can not be done. Its almost like having the power of a god."
He said the last part with a smirk and went to add more but at that moment the droid lunged at him almost faster than a human could react to. However the force was a powerful ally and had warned Zaedic a moment before that the attack was coming. The droids attack was a simple left straight punch. Stepping forward Zaedic put his left arm on the inside of the punch holding his arm at a ninety degree angle to divert the blow away from his body. Then using the forward step momentum and a little aid of the force punch the droid with his right fist in the chest knocking it a few steps back. Hitting the droid was like, well like punching steel. However the aid of the force cushioned the blow and enhanced his punches power. The droid stopped and bowed hands together. This program was set to a first hit duel setting so once a clean hit was made both people would have to bow to restart the program. The whole sequence of the fight took only a moment so Zaedic than turned back to his friend to continue what he was saying.
"That reminds me, I think i have finally found my new sith name. Gatekeeper and I were doing research earlier when I ran into a very interesting story. Apparently a group of humans long ago worshiped Gods. One such god, the god of death, was named Thanatos. He was a bring of death but also of beauty and grace. The Death Reaper he was called and even wielded a scythe for a weapon. I will take his name and be feared as a god of death. I will be Thanatos."
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Post by Lignan on Mar 6, 2014 12:46:52 GMT -8
Lignan watched the Zelosian move through the motions of combat, a touch of the force and hyper-fast processing photoreceptors allowing him to keep up with the rapid sequences of moves.
"A new name is a good start. With a clean slate, anything is possible. And drawing upon ancient mythos will have an effect on the primal centres of most organic brains."
Spotting a small error, one that few but the perfection driven Shard would notice, Lignan couldn't help but point it out.
"Your forward foot was angled slightly too far outward. Combined with your aggressive stance, a properly angled blow to your knee likely would have broken bones in your foot."
Lignan then cocked his head, receiving data from the ship through the communication devices he had hotwired into the main computer. After a moment, he nodded at nothing.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 16, 2015 19:40:38 GMT -8
Many years ago, in an empty sector of space...
NCO watched the battle unfold, it had taken close to eight years of feints and gambits to achieve this all out pitched battle with the hives nearly endless drones and their tools. In this battle Chiss, Or'dinii, and even a small contingent of Yuzhaan Vong all fought together against an enemy that was both thoughtlessly mad and simultaneously almost god like in it's precognitive abilities. Thankfully it was far from omniscient, it simply had a LOT of input sources. The only label that fit the swarms was Locust, a breed of insect that was laughable alone, but in a swarm entire continents could and sometimes were ravaged, often irreparably. So the Unknowns fought, indeed slaughtered, locusts wherever they were found, yet still more abounded and assaulted the ever more weary defenders. This time, the Unknowns had taken the offensive, and were driving hard and fast against the Locust force. The hardest part about dealing with Locust, was that it had no hive, it was a nomadic horde ravaging and destroying a world before moving on to the next never settling or establishing any central position or key organization. There were no leaders here, every unit was equal to all the others, despite their differences, all bent entirely upon the consumption of this galaxy and then the next.
NCO's own men and women fought with unwavering courage and discipline, the finest mando'ade anyone could ask for. Agile Vipers and Clawcraft wove through the enemy swarm; picking it apart and creating gaps that could be exploited, leaving the larger locust vulnerable to their larger friends. X-83's and various gunships expanded upon the work of their forerunners, picking apart anything that made it past the Vipers and clawcraft as well as softening the larger locusts for the capital ships. Corvettes and Frigates sink their teeth into the largest locusts, who brush their fire off like mere rays of pale sunlight on a cold winter's morning. Cruisers and Star Destroyers furiously tore into the hulking monsters trying to burn through the thick husks and expose the soft inner flesh of the worm like creatures to the void of space.
The Yuzhaan Vong force, an ageing world ship and it's escort, were the bait that drew the Locust to the fire, and they desperately defended that world ship from anything that slipped through their allies' combined force. Which had been very little at the start of the engagement, eight hours ago. Now it was a steady stream, of locusts, as the entire task force felt the draining effects of fatigue. Still, losses were exceedingly light for the allies, since the Locust couldn't fight back, except to ram and attempt to devour it's targets. A problematic tactic in this fight given their atrocious lack of maneuverability in space.
The capital ships were all pouring every available resource into their guns, Only particle shielding was up, and any system that had a back up power source was running on the back up, while the primary generator pumped energy into the weapons in an effort to keep them firing at their maximum operational rate.The fighters were more problematic, but they were recalled, rearmed and re-crewed systematically, as efficiently as possible, to minimize the impact their absence in the fray would have on the rest of the fight. NCO stood as he had at the start of the engagement, watching the endless swarm that was Locust burn away all too slowly. His reserves were still an hour out, they'd had to be ready to jump to Csillia or Lehon if the locust hadn't taken the bait after all. He wondered if the world ship would last that long, it hadn't taken any damage yet, but the close calls were getting closer and coming more frequently. His troops were proving themselves well worth every ounce of sweat and blood shed to get them here, now and in such superb shape. He only hoped the machines they used were up to the rigorous and extended use they were being forced to endure. NCO hated watching passively, he wanted to be out there flying with the rest, but his place was here on the bridge, and he would not shame his vode by abandoning his post, no matter how badly or for what reason he wanted to, certainly not now, after they had given so much.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Oct 23, 2015 19:14:58 GMT -8
Many years ago, in an empty sector of space...
The reserves arrived just in time, the world ship had taken several hits, one serious. That had been six hour ago, and still the swarm came unending. NCO's task force was playing rear guard now, inspecting and repairing their weapons systems now nearly useless from the constant usage since the engagement's beginning. His fighters were recalled and their pilots ordered to get some rest and food in them as they may yet be needed before the battle was done. Spear heading the attack now, was a large chiss armada escorting a massive Or'dinii super star destroyer, of their own design. It looked rather like a lobe leaf, standing on it's side. It blasted through the swarm with ease, but the swarm never faltered, moving along with a mindless determination. The chiss and a handful of Or'dinii star destroyers and battle cruisers sifted the swarm, leaving the larger locusts to the SSD, which obliged with extreme prejudice.
The swarm was literally being burned up like a string being lowered over a candle, but the string showed no signs of ever ending, and the ships couldn't run at peak combat conditions indefinitely. NCO still stood and watched, a grim smile of pride dancing across his face from time to time. This wasn't working, he needed a new strategy. Sifting... that was what he needed, military grade sifters, three point seven eight kilometers in radius. He drafted and sent the request to engineering, back on Lehon, along with a short update on the operations progress, or lack there of. Ba'buir sent a brief message of encouragement to his vode and NCO posted it to the ships's board, for the off duty soldiers to view and take heart. Everyone had known that this was going to be a long haul, but no one had imagined that it would be this long. And it didn't show any signs of letting up, much less stopping, anytime soon. NCO ordered that scouts be sent on paths parallel to the swarms' approach vector to determine it's length.
At this rate, the joint task force could hold out for three more days, before mechanical limitations and fatigue incapacitated the force. NCO doubted it would all be over in three days time, but he didn't despair. Maybe they couldn't slaughter the horde in one massive blow after all, very well they would have to do it piecemeal and he would. Firefek, if he had to, he'd find the thing that destroyed his research station at Algara II, and pit it against the Locust and hope that the result was a self consuming swarm. That time wasn't yet, so he stood and watched, until his second threatened mutiny if he didn't join the crew in recuperating enough to stay in peak shape. She was a fiery human woman that could, and often did in the practice and training matches, beat the snot out of every other crew member on the ship that dared challenge her. Knowing she was lethally serious and just doing her job, NCO finally retired eighteen hours after the engagement started and ate a large meal before falling into a deep sleep.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 1, 2015 15:04:49 GMT -8
Many years ago, in an empty sector of space...
Nine long grueling days, and three fleets later, the swarm was finally done. Everyone sent the simplest possible gratitude and respect to their fellow warriors, before heading for the nearest home ports for some much needed and well earned R&R. NCO watched them all go, he was proud that his ba'buir had been able to organize such a successful collaborative effort. Of course, the long standing mutual respect of the three warrior cultures helped to smooth the path a good deal. A little respect went a long way with death's companions, regardless of their race. NCO watched them all go, as the semi-official overall commander of the operation, he would be the last to leave. Some had worried that a vying faction would exploit this time to attack NCO and strike at the Or'dinii clan, but no one here had any fight left in them, they had all been fighting for to long. Even the Yuzhaan Vong seemed weary and subdued. Despite having the lightest load, numerically speaking, they had payed the highest cost, the world ship taking a total of eighteen serious hits over the course of the engagement. It was finished, to old and worn out to keep running, it was being piloted home for new world ships to feed on.
NCO watched the last of the ships, besides his own, leave the system. He ordered one final system scan to be sure nothing had been missed. They couldn't afford another fight with Locust, not any time soon. So this had to be a decisive victory. Scans returned several possible contacts, each was investigated, most were false positives, but one was not, and it was dealt with promptly. A second thorough scan showed no threats and the last of the task force, moved to leave the system at last. The really crazy part? This wasn't even on the top ten list of threats this week... That's just how life in the Unknown Regions works, everything is trying to kill you, even the corpses most days. NCO smiled grimly to himself, as his ship jumped to hyperspace, headed home at last, the Or'dinii had been tested again, and again the Or'dinii had passed the test, with flying colors to boot. Would the galaxy never learn that nothing was Or'dinii proof? NCO chuckled as he retired to his quarters for some much needed rest.
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 9, 2016 20:08:13 GMT -8
Location: Hyperspace Transition
Five ships from Void Command were en route to Csilla. High Admiral Viox Savage sat at his command chair on the bridge of the Void, impatiently drumming his black gloved hands on the armrest. At holo-pedestal sitting on the left side of the command chair shimmered to life. The ghostly image of Rampant Savage bowed its head slightly.
"Sire. We have received a report from the Imperial Fleet. We are expected to encounter heavy resistance. It seems as though the Chiss Ascendancy isn't all that keen on playing nice with the First Order. Supreme Commander Delvardus is already present and engaged. The second half of Void Command is on its way. ETA sixty-two minutes, nineteen seconds. As the updates come, it appears as though the Knights of Ren are already present and assisting our forces..."
Savage sneered at the mention of the Knights of Ren. He balled his hand into a fist. He despised the Knights of Ren, for he saw them as weak in comparison to a true Sith Lord. They were motivated by something other than power. Whereas he was not. His motivations as a Sith were pure and typical. He sought power. Being the High Admiral of the First Order was definitely a start, but he craved more. But if one was to seek out absolute power, one had to be wise about it. He would patiently bid his time until the moment to strike presented itself. He shifted these thoughts out of his mind and addressed Rampant.
"Prepare the ship for combat. Alert Commodore King. Give him an update as to what he's heading into. Have all fighter wings prepped and ready for immediate launch once we are engaged. We'll be coming out hot."
Rampant bowed, and his avatar dissipated from sight as he went about his appointed tasks. Savage merely sat back in his seat. Soon they'd be in the thick of it. Soon.
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 10, 2016 19:32:05 GMT -8
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The seven remaining ships from Void Command were en route to Csilla. High Admiral Savage had sent word that he and the first portion of Void Command were heading there straight from the liberation of Bastion. It came as a slight shock to some of the Officers, but they recovered quickly. Clearly they hadn't truly listened to the briefings about High Admiral Savage. Regardless, the four Marauder-Class Corvettes and the three Immobilizer 418 Cruisers made there way to Csilla, ready to aid the High Admiral and fight for the First Order.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 8:11:21 GMT -8
In hyperspace, a corvette-class minelayer dropped out of hyperspace early, putting itself in the midst of deep space. On board, it carried the three relay stations, some fifty non-mass transceivers, and thirteen relay satellites that the Quincy had harvested, modified, and directly programmed over the past year - the components that, in their entirety, would make up the Quincy SpyNet. Placing the satellites, transceivers, and relay stations, however, was slow and grueling work - the corvette had to travel by sublight to exact coordinates, whereupon it released a transceiver, satellite, or relay, and then initiated tuning and orientation procedures. In tuning, the onboard communications officers communicated with the dropped component with the ships onboard communication suite, verifying that it was receiving all frequencies, and even testing encryption algorithms and droid brain logic. If everything checked out, they proceeded to orientation - specific coordinates were given, and the component then oriented towards that position - the corvette then made a short hyperspace jump, followed by a several hour sublight flight to intercept that orientations path. From there, another test of frequencies and protocols was done, before, finally, the corvette made the several hour sublight flight back to the primary space land, jumped back into hyperspace, and then repeated the process - some seventy times.
It would take the better part of three months (one week RL) to set up the entirety of the SpyNet array - meanwhile, the disaster that was the primary Listening post would -hopefully - be resolved by the time the array was put into place. Then again, if something could go wrong...it probably would.
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jun 28, 2016 21:14:32 GMT -8
*Te'oma's 'borrowed' ship had exited hyperspace, the young Echani had scanned the nearby systems to her exit point. After leaving Dathomir, she had made so many jumps, so many fueling stops, so many stops to meditate. The Citadel. Gone. Her mother. Gone. She had followed the trails she had come across. Three jumps back, she'd come across a planet that her trail had brought her along. All that she found was a crashed Pursuer Class Enforcement Ship. It had the Ordo symbol on it. It had Nightsister markings on it. I had Sith markings on it. What were the chances that ANY other ship of its kind would also carry those three sets of symbols. NONE. It was not a common combination. Sithspit! It was unheard of. Completely. Save for one. There was no doubt in her mind, that it was her mothers ship. The Matriarch of the Nightsisters. Sith Assassin. Mom. Gone. No body, no organic anything was left at the wreckage. Her head spun, an anger like none other grew inside of her, darker then she had ever felt. She'd made the next three jumps through hyperspace completely on autopilot, she didn't even know where she was going. There was only one thing, her anger. Deep in the reassesses of her mind, she knew her Mother couldn't be dead, she would have felt it. She knew this, but the fact that she found the destroyed ship, but no evidence of who took her, or to where. Or even when, was so infuriating, that she couldn't get past it. The young Echani made one last jump to hyperspace, again, she didn't look at the coordinates. She just let her hands move across it and away she went. Her ship exits again what seemed just a short time later, she didnt enter another set of coordinates. She set the engines to a low speed, set it to auto-pilot. She got out of the seat, and sat behind it, her silver eyes staring blankly into the rear of the ship, towards her pet Rancor, and she sinks deeper into the darkness that was her young mind, until there was nothing there but the black. Darker still than even the blackness of space outside her ships canopy. Outward from her ship it radiated. She didn't control it, she didn't hide it, she just let it roil off of her like morning dew. She repeated her vow, that she would find her, no matter how long it takes. Meanwhile her ship drifted through space, just like the young woman's head, nothing but black.
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Aug 4, 2017 9:10:03 GMT -8
Hyperspace Transition
After he closed he transmission, he walked back into the passenger zone. His thoughts wandered to the bounty hunter who had captivated him during his last dinner on Csilla. Although not a Chiss, she had stolen his heart. She was sitting cross legged on her stool in the bar area. After the tense call with the Commander, he needed a glass of wine to calm down. He sat down on the stool next to her. As the bartender poured his wine, he began to look over her. She had a thin, sinewy appearance, almost like a cat. She finally spoke:
Can I have what he's having
I was struck by the beauty of her voice. He began trying to analyze the feelings he felt for her. They didn't make much sense. He was a rich aristocrat, she was just a sniper for hire. He despised unnecessary killing, she thrived on it. And yet, he was... in love? He shook his head. No, not possible, I can't. But his feelings got the better of him. He realized how much he cared for her. He didn't know if he could confess his feelings to her, and what the Supreme Commander could possibly think of his love for such a simple character, as they sipped on their wine, they both wondered what was to come next.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 20:49:42 GMT -8
==Power of the Imperium SL==
<<106 PP; G12 Sector>>
Space is empty. Space is very, very empty. You could gather every gram of mass in the entire galaxy & dump it into a single solar system sized area. Assuming you could keep it from crunching into a black hole first that is. The easiest way to hide absolutely anything, up to & including small moons, would be to step ever so slightly off from the major hyperspace lanes. Even if the remaining three fourths of the systems left unexplored in the galaxy were fully mapped & colonized, the inky void between the stars would remain. Protecting its secrets until the end of time.
Mucak Genor was in just such a place. He, along with the rest of the citizens on that lived on the Colony CS-338 Hoard of Smaug, was the caretaker for just such a hiding place. Close in to a star, the solar collectors of a single Core Ship could keep the ship running with a full compliment of sixty thousand souls. Out here in the void, nearly five times that number of collectors had to be deployed just to power the ship to support about a thousand people. Beyond the colony itself was what would be a breathtaking sight if it wasn't the only thing the inhabitants ever saw from the view ports.
A thousand other Core Ships. Floating in neat, ordered ranks. Each was a lifeless orb, waiting for the spark of life that would give them name & purpose. The task of the Hoard was to convert them from their original base design into the heavily modified designs used as colony ships by the Infinite Imperium. It was a long process. Even with the stocking requirements of the Core Ships removed, it was the work of generations. However, there was no pressing need for the ships. The Infinite Imperium already had more colony ships active that a new one would likely not need to be reactivated for generations.
Once the work was finished on converting one ship, work would begin on the next. Even when they were finished though, the ships wouldn't be ready for immediate use. They would have to be stocked with everything the ship would need. Food stocks, spare parts, furniture, & drones would need to be shipped in. They would even need air, water & fuel would have to be shipped in. However, That was work for others. The Smaug would always continue its task.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 21:11:44 GMT -8
==Requiem SL==
<<2 PP; Requiem Sector>>
Many Years Ago...
It was the year 13 after the Battle of Yavin. Or at least that was what the 'Alliance' propaganda claimed. To most of the galaxy, it was the year 1,013 after the Ruusan Reformation. Of course if you happened to belong to one of the several 'Imperial' Factions, all of which claimed to be direct heirs to Palpatine's First Galactic Empire, it was year 38 after the Great ReSynchronization. A few were even calling it year 2 Post Palpatine, in honour of the man who nearly single handed ended 25,000 years of unified galactic civilization. Captain Tanis Dormund couldn't even begin to guess what calendar the nearest civilization used, or even for that matter the location of said civilization.
Tanis discretely tugged at the hem of his uniform's tunic, a nervous habit meant to pull any stray wrinkles from the cloth. Someone unusually informed, or that happened to be from the right section of space might recognize the uniform & insignia of the New Infinite Empire. Many, mostly those who were a part of said empire, would claim great things about the Empire's history & power. In truth it was little more than one of the tens of thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands, of new governments that sprang up in the chaos following the mutual destruction of the First Galactic Empire & the various 'Alliance' forces. Gangs would probably be a better term for most of the new so called governments. Petty criminals taking advantage of the confusion to seize power.
Of course the first step any of these governments did was to expand the local defense force to better 'protect' the local population. The fact that it was more or less actually gutting the local economy to conquer others nearby & repeat the process wasn't admitted openly. Tanis' own ship was a product of that run away military looting. Before the collapse, a faction as small as his own would never have been able to afford to build the Sovereign-class dreadnought, The Marigold, he commanded let alone crew it. Now he was just one of forty High Captains assigned to the current task force, each with a ship of the same class. That didn't even count the multitude of smaller capital ships & screening elements in the task force. His single ship had nearly seven hundred fifty thousand people on board, most either gang-pressed or joined up to avoid starving.
Most of the regions of 'civilized' space had forces equally big or bigger. The death count from even single battles was often unimaginably high, let alone the losses from a campaign. The New Infinite Empire had exactly one advantage to the countless groups helplessly caught in the middle of that galaxy wide meat grinder. It was on the very edge of known space, just a little beyond it actually. That meant that the Empire had most of its border completely empty of threat. That secure border region was seen by some as a blessing, and by others as an opportunity.
Tanis was standing on his bridge, looking 'down' at the green & blue world below him. Technically he could call it his world, but that sounded strange to his ears. The planet was completely uninhabited, though it was heavy with both flora & fauna. His orders were simple. His ship was to remain behind, along with a suitably heavy escort, as the rest of the fleet continued to the next world picked out by the recon drones as a possible base. First he would have to conduct in-depth studies of the planet & more or less everything on it & everything around it. Once he was sure that there wasn't anything too dangerous to overcome, he would begin the next stage of his task. People would begin to shuttle down from the Marigold to the planet, first using the resources tucked away in his cargo bays, then cannibalizing the ship itself for resources to build what would amount to a fortress city on the surface. Assuming that he got that far, the planet would then take her name from the now consumed ship. Once a secure base was founded, the colony would re-establish contact with the other colonies created by the expedition. Though that was mostly a moot point as small courier ships were already keeping the ever shrinking wandering portion of the task force & each other up to date on the progress of the twenty ships already colonizing other planets. After that the colonies would work to tap into the resources around them, both in system & in other nearby systems that were deemed useful but either too hazardous or not profitable to expend one of the forty main ships on.
Officially, the task force was suppose to create a secure fall back point for the New Infinite Empire, as well as generating additional resources & population. Code named Requiem. Of course it wouldn't be too secure if everyone knew where it was, only the task force commander knew the precise location of the cluster of colonies, or even how to return to the Empire from there. Well him & his apprentice.
The task force commander was a cruel wisp of a man called Darth Sadea. His apprentice, Darth Titanus, was nearly his complete complete opposite. Where Darth Sadea was small & thin, Darth Titanus was build like a slab of durasteel. Where Darth Sadea was calm but cruel, Darth Titanus was nearly a raging beast but only when provoked. Darth Sadea would smile & then stab you just to watch what you would do as you bled out. Darth Titanus would rant & rave like a mad man, but wouldn't lay a finger on you unless he had a very clear reason. Even then the death he would deliver would be quick & to the point. Heavens help anyone that fell into the clutches of Darth Sadea.
What Tanis didn't tell anyone & wouldn't tell anyone, was that Darth Titanus was slowly gathering the support of the High Captains. Tanis knew Titanus already had more than two thirds of the High Captains under his command. There had been a some close calls with the plan however, & a few of the High Captains that had left Lehon with the task force had been replaced after having fatal accidents or being executed for treason. Once Titanus had the full support of the High Captains, he would remove Sadea from the equation, permanently. After that was done & Requiem was running smoothly, Titanus would return to the New Infinite Empire. Depending on the reactions & situation in the Empire, he would either report Requiem's success or he would report an unfortunate, chance meeting with an alien race that destroyed the entire task force before the plan could be completed. In the second case, Requiem would remain hidden, serving to secretly support Titanus.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 21:16:01 GMT -8
==Requiem SL==
<<2 PP; Requiem Sector>>
Many Years Ago...
Angel Bunter was watching his view screen. He was in fact watching his view screen very, very carefully. Despite the fact that it didn't have any kind of audio system, he was also listening to the view screen very intently. He was most certainly not paying any attention at all to the screams & occasional whimpers coming from the station beside his. Or even to the periodic splatter of blood that reach his station.
Angel was a sensor tech on the secondary bridge of the Titan Arum, the last of the Sovereign-class dreadnoughts that had set out from Lehon. He had not particularly wanted to work on a warship, but when the gang-press crews went through an area to round up people, it paid to enlist before you could be conscripted. What he hadn't realized was that would put him in much closer proximity to a certain Darth Sadea. Who was at this very moment slowly flaying the person that had been sitting next to him. If there was any reason in particular for Sadea's choice, he didn't bother explaining it to anyone present before he started. However, this far into the trip, everyone knew that if you interrupted or even seemed to notice Sadea when he was playing with someone, you would likely end up sharing in fun. Whether you wanted to or not.
There was a very soft & steady thump thump behind him, more imagined than heard. The presence however was unmistakable. It was like having a small house suddenly appear behind you. Darth Titanus could at least be counted on to quickly conclude whatever fun Sadea might be having. By the time he arrived, most would have begged for it anyway, if they still could.
-Titanus
You are all dismissed.
He didn't even get a chance to get the last word fully out before the entire staff of the secondary bridge was all but fleeing from the room. While the rest had decided to get as far as they could away, Angel had to take a moment to catch his breath & get his stomach under control. He could hear the two of them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. That mattered little though as the snap-hiss of a lightsabre coming to life was pretty much unique. Gathering his courage, or more accurately succumbing to his curiousity, Angel peeked back into the bridge.
It was breath-taking. He had never seen anyone move as fast as the two of them did. The lightsabres crossed more times in a few heartbeats than he could count. The smaller Darth Sadea seemed to have anchored himself in the center of the bridge, while the much larger Darth Titanus seemed to spring off every surface he touched. Sadea timed a strike just as Titanus touched the ground, launching a bolt of ragged lightning. Instead of dodging the bolt, Titanus' hand shot up to intercept it, suddenly wreathed in a corona of its own lightning for just long enough to dispel the dark energy.
For a moment the pair stared at each other. Then Titanus waved at the massive bank of windows with a dismissing gesture. Every panel blew out in a single moment. The sudden rip of air pulled Sadea forward half a step. It was all Titanus needed. In a single motion, Titanus had passed right by Sadea & out the already closing door leading into the hallway with Angel. The last thing Angel saw as the door finished slamming shut was the bisected form of Sadea tumbling out into the emptiness of space.
For a moment Titanus looked down at the sensor tech. Angel was certain that he would die right there. Either cut down or tossed out into space. Instead the large Zabrak merely nodded at him & walked away.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 21:24:37 GMT -8
==Clan Games SL==
<<88 PP; G11 Sector>>
The view screen fills with the Clan Games logo & a stylized number 54. The image quickly switches to a male & female in armor at a large ornate desk, their helmets sitting at their elbows. Behind the pair are a bank of monitors showing dozens of different competitions going on. Below the pair names appeared briefly, Dominic Thran under the male & Amber English under the female. A scrolling bar at the very bottom of the screen is displaying the results of all the competitions for the day.
-Dominic
Welcome, to the day five recap of the 54th Annual Clan Games.
-Amber
For those of you just joining us, there are two more days of competitions, followed by awards day. Full High Definition Holovids of all the competitions thus far can be found on the Clan Games Holonet page, as well as those from previous years.
A holonet address appears at the bottom of the screen.
-Dominic
Right, today the last of the track events were completed. Let's head over to that area now for the highlights, Shrini with the Light Armour Jungle Dash.
The view cut to a smaller female with grey skin marked with orange markings. She also was wearing a light cut suit of armour, once again lacking a helmet. The name on the screen was Shrini Pafiva. Behind her was a neatly trimmed yard, except for a ten meter wide & hundred meter long chunk of terrain that looked like it had moments ago been laser cut & transported from some uncharted jungle.
-Shrini
Thank you, Dominic. Ambarr Artodium took a surprising win today at the hundred meter Jungle Dash for the light armor category. For those of you not aware, the Light Armour category limits the competitors to under 10 kilograms of equipment for the run. Artodium's win, against heavy odd in the betting pools was due to the appearance of a Dianoga nearly three quarters of the way through the course. A surprise to both the competitors & spectators alike, the creature was included in the race by the judges panel to quote 'increase the randomizing effect of jungle terrain' end quote.
During her speech, The view switched to a recording of several lightly armored figures fighting in the muck with a swarm of tentacles, before returning to the reporter.
-Shrini
This is not the first time a dangerous creature has been introduced to a Dash course. The last one was 12 years ago, during the 42nd Clan Games, when a nexu was released during the 10,000 Heavy Armour Dash. Speaking of which let's pass the torch on to Julian for this year's 10,000 meter dash.
The view once again changes figures, this one being a rather heavyset female that appeared human. The name Julian Grodnick appeared under her. In the background was a wind swept field of tall grass that would easily reach mid chest to most people.
-Julian
While we didn't have any beasts today, there was one story of particular note. Crowd favorite of Hjeimmin Ral was listed as using the recently approved Venom-12 personal enhancer. Long time watchers will remember that over the past ten games, the Venom-10 compound has been particularly popular, with only PAX3 coming close in use. Many were disappointed seven years ago when Venom-11 was not approved for use by the competitors under the debilitating or harmful ruling. While Venom-12 is not yet as popular as its previous version, few are doubting that it will make a heavy impact in next year's Games. Amber, back to you.
The view switches back to the main desk area.
-Amber
Thanks for that update. The combat events are also well under way. Several of the melee brackets had upsets today due to competitors taking unusual advantage of adverse weather conditions. Others fared much as the betting pools predicted. First to Bulah with the Short Saber Duel bracket.
The view switches to a thin, tall man wearing armored robes, the name Bulah Cayton appearing below him. Behind him is one of the sand filled small arenas used for melee fights.
-Bulah
Tanks, Amber. The Saber duels went well today. Crowd favored Berry Rockcild is once again rising steadily toward anoter victory. Owever, e is only two figts away from figting long time rival Coal Candybreaker. As many know, Coal & Berry have often prevented the oter from reacing the victor's stand due to injuries inflicted. Tere is a great deal of speculation & betting going on about the up coming duel. Sould bot continue to win, they will face each oter latering in the day tomorrow. On to Montork with sniping ighligts.
The view once again changes, this time to what appears to be a mountain side, with a large bunker set into the side. A close look shows rows of seats & support cradles for sniper rifles lining the long window of the bunker. This reporter is androgynous enough not to immediately register as either male or female, the name below them, Montork Ya, isn't much help either.
-Montork
Two more competitors were disqualified due to hitting friendly labeled targets. Of the remaining twelve, Kindness Cloudshimmer leads with forty-seven confirmed hits, while Utchitt Ibbons has the fastest reaction time to a new target with 2.7 seconds. Dominic, back to you.
The view once again switches to the main room.
-Dominic
Thank you Montork. Finally for the night, Tomorrow marks the beginning of one of the Games most popular events. Known as the Arena, More from Stone.
The view switches to a man standing in front of a massive durasteel dome. The name below him is Stone Coveholm.
-Stone
Behind me is the legendary Arena Dome. Each year A stunning ecosystem is transplanted into the dome, chosen from some of the harshest known in the galaxy. That ecosystem is then further enhanced with devious traps. Finally, each of the 50 competitors will have to deal with the largest threat of all, each other. As time progresses, more & more of the Arena's area will succumb in one way or another, constantly forcing both the natural hazards & competitors alike into ever tighter confines. While the competition is not to the death, & many safeguards are in place to prevent such occurrences, the Dome still holds a mortality rate of nearly twenty percent. The betting pool on this year's setting, how many & who will die, & the eventual victor are already in full swing. This is Stone Coveholm & may the odds be ever in your favor.
The same logo from the opening segment plays as the last of the scrolling updates finish.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 21:29:07 GMT -8
==Archive of Souls SL==
<<88 PP; G11 Sector>>
The Archive of Souls, one of the holiest places for those of Clan D'Ordinii. It was not located in what could be considered a population center of any kind. The system in question had no other population of any kind. It was even lacking habitable planets. There were two planet in the system that could theoretically terraformed & inhabited, along with several possible moons. It was on the further out of the two planets that the Archive of Souls rested, safely under the sustaining protection of a heavily armored & shielded biodome. Inside the dome, most of the space was covered in lush green gardens. The Archive building itself was a massive cruciform structure nearly fifty meters tall, with the central dome & various spires rising nearly twice that height. Each of the wings extending nearly a half a kilometer from the central dome. Each wing of the Archive was capped on the end in an ornate entrance with a central door nearly four meters tall, flanked on either side by four more three meter tall doors. Each face was a intricate maze of columns, carvings & stained glass windows. Once inside, the a pair of hallways stretched clear from one entrance to the entrance on the far side, crossing in the center under the immense mural tiled onto the underside of the dome. Lining both sides of each of the corridors were ranks upon ranks of small rooms, with regular stairways & promenades granting access to the rows above the first.
Within one of these small nearly countless cells was an older gentlemen sitting behind a stone desk that matched the rest of the building flawlessly. The room was cramped, only three meters on a side. Only one small door led into the room. From the door it was possible to see that the stonework between the small room & the main hallway was nearly two meters thick. At the back of the room, behind the desk & the man sitting at it, was a small, narrow window, showing the external stonework to be equally thick.
The man spent much of his time in the room. Admittedly, much of that time was spent watching various shows on his HUD & waiting for a knock on his door. A knock that came at that very moment. Pausing his show & minimizing that tab, he made sure everything was in place.
-Vatus
Enter, please.
The figure that entered was young & a little nervous. Obviously one of the new graduates from one of the training worlds instead of the rarer adult recruits.
-Vatus
Please, have a seat. Datapad, please.
Vatus motioned at the only other seat in the room, directly across the desk from him. Once seated the young man handed over his datapad. Vatus didn't even bother to look at it yet, there would be time for that after the final exam. An exam none were told about until they reached this point.
-Vatus
Judging from the fact you are here, you have passed all your exams. Please recite the Resol'nare.
The young man seemed a little surprised by that, but only took a moment to reply the the seemingly odd question.
-Young Man
Ba'jur bal beskar'gam,
Ara'nov, aliit,
Mando'a bal Mand'alor—
An vencuyan mhi.
Vatus nodded, it was a simple enough final test, but there was still the occasional one that got this far without being able to answer. Pressing a small button on a comlink in his armor, the pair were soon joined by a small floating droid carrying a octagonal metal plate. Leaving it in the center of the desk the droid carefully floated to the corner of the room.
-Vatus
Please remove any jewelry or clothing from your dominate hand & forearm. The Process may damage them.
Once the young man had complied, Vatus pulled out a small flask of clear fluid, pouring it into a shallow stone tray sitting beside the metal plate. It was the only other object on the desk except a stylus made of stone.
-Vatus
This is a special acid, it will not affect your skin, but will eat carefully into the metal of the plate. Please press your hand into the acid, then firmly in the center of the metal plate.
To prove his point, Vatus dipped his finger into the fluid as he was talking. After another pause, the young man pressed his hand into the tray. Withdrawing it, he pressed down on the center of the tray. The fluid tingled but didn't burn. At a nod from Vatus, he withdrew his hand. Passing across a disposable towel for the young man to dry his hand on, Vatus checked the plate. A clear hand print had been burned into the metal, sinking nearly halfway through, but clear enough to show every line on the young man's hand.
Finally checking the young man's datapad, Vatus began the careful, delicate job of transcribing the information to the metal plate using the stone stylus & the acid left in the tray. Soon, above the hand print was the string "EnTem-G5-HFI1934" Marking him as a Fifth Generation Engineer Template. Below it was the young man's chosen name "Castor Silverlock". Once Vatus was done, the droid gathered up the plate & vanished with it again. Taking a moment to pour the little remaining acid into a container hidden beneath the desk, Vatus congratulated the young man.
-Vatus
You are officially part of Clan D'Ordinii & a true mandalorian as well. Welcome Brother.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 21:39:52 GMT -8
==Power of the Imperium SL==
<<41 PP; G11 Sector>>
Olmuver Weed was the lead manager of Project Sigurd. Of course, that was more or less just a fancy name for a rather boring project. Once it was ready for production, the finished product would be listed as a Mechanical Exploration/Rescue unit, or MER for short. The design requirement weren't exactly challenging. It need to be small, expendable, able to fit in tight spots, work together well & have good enough sensors to pick out trapped survivors. Basically, it had to work well in collapsed buildings & mines.
His design team had been having a lot of trouble with the sensor array. Too often in the tests, the array would get damaged or caught up on some obstruction, causing the drone to fail. Eventually, one of the members had the bright idea to have the sensors mounted in an internal hollow. That increased the basic size of the drone a little, but had the added bonus that the sensor array could be easily pulled out & replaced. This made damaged units much easier to repair, as well as allowing the drones to carry small amounts of resources to trapped survivors, by simply pulling the sensors & slapping a cover over the resulting cavity. The coordination had proved to be a simple enough thing to fix, A low power comm system allowed them to relay information with short ranges bursts. For the drive system itself, a repulsor unit would have been the easiest option. That however, proved unwise as the unit would often cause unstable bits of rubble to collapse. Eventually, a quartet of legs with polygrip rollers at the tips was decided on. The programming did have to be tweaked somewhat as the original data set often caused the drones to chase after larger vermin during field tests instead of focusing on the larger actual target. Adding a minimum size constraint was the fairly easy fix to the problem once discovered. All that was really left was a final stamp of approval before being forwarded to his superiors for secondary testing.
Four weeks later, the Sigurd Project was back in Olmuver Weed's lap. It had been decided to put the first model into production as the MER-P. The MER-P proved to be exceptional at surface terrain exploration as well was more regular areas like starship ventilation systems. However, secondary testing had noted several faults the first batch of testing had missed. As wells as some interesting side features not planned.
The first was a stability issue. The drones would often have to traverse unusual conditions & would occasionally fumbled an obstacle, potentially triggering a cave in. The second was the comm system proved unable to pierce some naturally occurring interference types, making the drones much less useful in mine collapse rescues. Finally, the drone lacked any way of breaching minor barriers or widening passages too narrow for its frame.
The first problem was easy enough to fix by simply adding another set of legs, turning the drone into a hexapod form. This allowed it a much larger range of motions. Additionally, the design team managed to cut nearly a third off the length of the original design. As for the communications problem, A secondary system utilizing subsonic clicks to transmit information proved to be a useful work around to the interference discovered. It did have the slight side effect of making the drones have a slightly annoying, but otherwise faint, 'buzzing' sound while transmitting.
Finally, a weapons developer from another team was called in to take a look at the situation & make some suggestions. Eventually, a sonic platform was decided on as the least likely to cause a cave in on use. The specific system used was a low power sonic pistol like design that would drop off heavily in power after five meters or so, preventing secondary damage. Eventually, it was decided to go ahead & design a blaster module for the unit as well. A few minor changes to the internal hollow had it capable of hooking up with any of the three designed systems (Sensor, Sonic, or Blaster). The new design was quickly adopted after another set of secondary tests & assigned the label of MER-1
A few months later & the team was assigned to the next stage of the MER project, as the original project name had been recently deemed unnecessary. While the design had proved highly effective in its role of search & rescue A number of sites had added minor programing that allowed them to hunt down local small pests that might cause problems. The design was being reviewed to make an official upgrade involving a program & system upgrade that would allow them to function in that role more capably. The upgrade proved to be fairly easy, as it was just a minor change to the behavior algorithms of the drone to locate living things within set parameters, track them down & fire on them. A small blaster module was built that followed the same package system so that it could be easily installed in the existing models.
<<56 PP; G11 Sector>>
A review was held of the available drone designs the Clan had. The goal of the review was a combat capable drone that could be used to reduce the number of Clan members that would be put in harms way during conflicts. Normal droid designs wouldn't help, as the Clan's stance on true droids was that they were equal with organics. The drones on the other hand were incapable of growth or acting outside their programing. This limited their function, but made them effectively self propelled weapons. For many jobs, true intelligence was as much a disadvantage as an advantage, so the number of Clan drone designs were extensive. Many however were only used rarely if at all, having been replaced by general models that could be loaded with whatever program was needed for the job at hand.
The MER drones, with their easily changeable main load out, ever growing list of modules, study design & easily programmable system was one of the most common drone in use by the Clan. It however wasn't deemed effective enough as it was for the task of keeping up with the Clan war machine. First its only two weapon like modules were either under-powered (its blaster module) or short range (its sonic module). Secondly, it was two slow. The hexapod design was great for stability but was mind-numbing slow in action. However, even with those faults, it was the best fit for the job.
The fix for the speed issue was a small repulsor unit that was designed to the attached to the shell of any existing MER drone. It was slim enough that it didn't heavily impact the unit's usual tasks, but also allowed the unit to travel at much greater speeds. The weapon fix was easy enough, as the drone was already designed to change out its main system. Several weapon modules were added to the list of available devices. These included a full power blaster rifle, a mini-grenade launcher, a stun weapon, & a solid round sniper system.
Even with these upgrades the system had one flaw that all drone units had. They were limited. If not directed, they would literally float in place & allow themselves to be picked off one by one. However, the programming they did have was fairly good at minimizing the commands needed to make them effective in combat. The basic program came loaded with several presets. At the basic default setting, they would only fire on things actively broadcasting a hostile IFF signal. The next higher setting They would fire on any non-Clan IFF. From there they could be set to fire on anything that wasn't broadcasting a Clan IFF. At the last setting, anything that moved in the MER's range, be it small woodland creature or a tank, would quickly draw fire.
Some of the basic commands included guarding an area by patrolling it & firing depending on how there Friend or Foe level was set. They could also be ordered to move to an area, follow another unit, move to an area while attack in route, or attacking a certain target. Additionally, if it was needed or helpful, a person could take remote control of the drones & pilot them directly. While too complex for someone in combat, it allowed out of combat units to directly support units without any risk to the 'pilot'. With those upgrades, the drone was deemed ready for combat & the upgrades began being distributed.
<<100 PP; G11 Sector>>
It had been nearly sixty years since he first started project Sigurd & fifty since he had focused completely on the MER drones. But once again Olmuver Weed found him once again tinkering with his most successful design. A lot of advancements had been made in the last fifty years & it was time for the MER to make some advances as well.
One of the new requirements for the updated design was that it had to be modular as possible & use as few component sets as possible. Olmuver happened to have an inside lead with the person in charge of the project that was tasked with updating the Clan's weapon system. A number of talks had happened on the side between them & the heads of a number of other projects. In the end they had decided to use a standardized port for the power coil, building off that for the design.
In the case of the MER design, now being designated the Mark 1, the locomotion system would be hooked into the bottom of the power coil. The larger part of the system however would be the logic engine & sensor package the drone used. Weed already knew that most of the weapon assemblies being made up for the new weapon system would be on the smaller side. That would shift the weight of the drone further back. The solution of course was to make the connection between the locomotion assemblies & the power coil be offset to the front of the assembly. That would keep the center of lift (or gravity in the case of legs) more toward the middle of the drone.
With the cross between the M1s & the weapon system, it would cut the number of part designs needed by nearly half. It would also be simple as attaching the drone to a physical mount instead of a locomotion assembly in order to turn the entire thing into a turret. Again reducing the number of designs needed.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 12, 2017 22:11:08 GMT -8
==Power of the Imperium SL==
<<100 PP; G11 Sector>>
Cleisthenes had a rather difficult task. His research group usually specialized in small arms development, which was fine as they excelled at it. No, the bad part had been the fact his team had been informed that they needed to produce a standardized small arms platform that could handle any of the roles needed by the MMC.
One of the more common weapon systems in the Clan was the OR, more formally known as an Operative Rifle. It was however, on the older side, design-wise. While that didn't impact the weapon attachments, the majority of the weapon was a single piece, meaning it was heavily outdated. It had been a system type upgrade of an even older DC-17m used during the old Clone Wars. What was needed was a system that could weather through any further updates in technology, without requiring a complete rebuild of the system.
Even while the team was still kicking around preliminary designs, a name had been settled on. The Modular CLan Assault Weapon, or M-CLAW for short. It had a nice violent ring to it.
After a few weeks of kicking around designs & ideas, the group had settled on a few basic ideas. The first was that the M-CLAW had to snap apart & together extremely easy. This would both allow the weapon's stats to be changed as the situation needed, & allow any outdated parts to be swapped out with minimal fuss. Eventually, the team settled on four main parts. The power systems, the weapon itself, the firing mechanism, & the body.
The power system was fairly straight forward as it was just a battery with all the right plugs for the other parts. They did decided on a couple of different sizes. While each would be the same dimensions to make it easier to standardize, the more powerful ones would be heavier. The smallest of the batteries would have about as much energy as a normal blaster rifle would have. However there would also be one twice that size & one four times the regular size. The prototypes the group whipped up turned out nearly the size of a nice sized brick. Extending out from that were a number of rods that would allow the other pieces to screw onto it.
The next 'part' would be the actual weapon part of the weapon. Since each design would need a secondary fuel & in many cases the fuel for one weapon type would be useless for another, the team decided to include the ammo intake in the weapon part instead of the battery part. For blaster types, this meant the blaster gas. For things like launchers & slug throwers, it meant the ammo feeds. For testing purposes it didn't take long to shop up a blaster module & a sonic module. All of the actual weapon components would be in these modules. At some point rails would be added to the designs to mount any scopes or other accessories that might be useful, but the team wasn't worried about that yet.
The grip & the stock were somewhat interesting options. Unlike the power module & the weapon module, these could technically get away with being set in stone. However, for the greatest flexibility in the system, it was decided that they should be interchangeable as well. That would allow someone to use the same basic system as anything from a pistol to a shoulder mounted weapon without requiring a completely new design.
The initial tests went fairly well, as fair as basic principles were concerned. The screw system took several minutes to fully change out a single piece, let alone multiple ones. On the plus side, none of the parts were connected to anything but the battery, so you could change any part you wanted without having to strip the whole thing down. It was also fairly clunky, due mainly to the combined size of the battery & weapon module.
With those tests finished it was back to design to see what could be done to improve it. The battery design was tossed to reduce the size, & replaced with a power coil. It wouldn't be as effective as the battery was, but was far smaller & lighter. Someone also had the bright idea of making a converter module. Instead of being installed with a power coil, it would instead have a plug that would allow you to attract most standard power cells, or even a power cable from a larger source.
One of the techs also had the extremely bright idea of switching out the time consuming screws for clip style ratchet bars. They would hold very nearly as well, but would allow much quicker swapping. The only real downside to the ratchets instead of the screws was the reduced durability of the connection. While it wouldn't damage the individual modules, using the M-CLAW as a club would likely knock the connection loose, requiring them to be tightened down again before it would work. To avoid people being able to put modules on sides of the power coil they weren't supposed to go, they gave each face of the power coil a different pattern of ratchet bars.
The secondary testing went far better than the initial testing did. It proved the system worked well & solidly enough to get behind for solid design work. It would, in fact, likely be the last weapon design the MMC would need. Simply by periodically updating the tech involved, but keeping the same pattern, the design would stay modern. The nice thing would be that you could take any out of date module & hook it to modern modules & it would still work fine.
One last thing the team did before finalizing the design was gather up a recommended list of weapon modules to design for the M-CLAW. Beyond a dozen or so stock & grip designs, they hit all the standard weapon designs. A number of blaster modules would be needed: a lighter one to function as a pistol; a medium one to fill in the carbine role; a heavy semi-auto to replace rifles; a repeater version for suppression fire; & something long ranged for sniping. Sonic weapons, disruptors & slug throwers would be getting a pistol module, a carbine module & a rifle module each. Also in the list were a number of various launchers, specialty systems & even a flamethrower design. All of that was just the team's recommended list however. Personally, they would be working on them, but it was likely that other design teams would add far more designs to the list.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 17, 2017 20:53:38 GMT -8
==Creche SL==
<<70PP; E11 Sector, MMC Training World>>
Victor was in what many would consider boot camp. He had, in fact, spent his entire life so far in one. The reason for this was that he was one of the half a million fifth generation Assault Trooper Template Genie created by MMC on this training world. In two weeks he would graduate with the rest of the fifth generation Genies & have to decide what branch of the MMC he would go on to work in. He could even, if he decided, not join any branch & instead wander the galaxy as a 'free-range' member of Clan D'Ordinii.
Most of the fifth generation already knew what they would sign up for after the graduation. Victor on the other hand didn't have the slightest clue. For the last twenty years he had been taught everything a self-supporting & functional member of the Clan (& to a lesser extent the galaxy) needed to know. Everything from wilderness survival & combat training to home cooking & bartering. He had learned the general basics needed to get employed as literally anything he wanted anywhere in the galaxy. It didn't help that he had no idea what he wanted.
There were ten thousand other ATroTem-G5s in this training complex-city alone. That didn't count the same number of ATroTem-G6s that were just now reaching the half way point in their training in the same city or the ATroTem-G7s that would soon be brewed up. There were another fifty training complex-cities spread out over the planet. Victor also thought it wasn't likely that this was the only training planet that MMC had hidden away. & hidden it was; it had been explicitly said in one of their astrogation classes that the location of the training planet was one of MMC most closely held secrets.
The councilors that had the job of helping him figure out what he wanted to do hadn't been much help. Some had suggested that he go with a position in the Assault branch of Starfire Security, something he was genetically optimized for. Others had encouraged him to follow his passion. The problem was that he didn't really enjoy fighting, but didn't really know what passions he did have.
One thing that he had always enjoyed, however, was the base-delta-zero drill. He wasn't really sure why it was called that but it was always interesting. Each of the training complex-cities had enough starships prepared & ready to fly for the entire population of the planet to leave the system in just under an hour from launch to hyperspace. The launches were little more than row after row of seats & a really big engine. The fun part however, was that even though the ships didn't leave the ground in a drill, the inertial compensator had been programmed to simulate the experience of whatever situation the drill made use of. Sometimes the drill was just a steady rush for escape. Other times the drill would include simulated hull breaches or evasive action.
As Victor spent the next two weeks until graduation thinking over his options, he realized that he did have one passion after all. After graduation he signed up to be a combat shuttle pilot, happy in the realization that if he didn't like the work, he could always get a transfer to another position.
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