TIMELINE OF THE SETTING:

2152 A.D. – The optimists outlook upon human nature triumphs, as humanity is peacefully united under a single world government. Instead of fighting for the dwindling resources upon Earth, the nations of mankind unite and begin to explore and exploit the Sol system in earnest.

2231 A.D. – The first successful experiments upon the theorized 5th dimension FTL travel are carried out. The incredible energy costs limit the travel distance, but the discovery of this new dimension, where gravity generates waves that allow space vessels to ride upon them, makes exiting star systems a trifling matter, the return trip however, proves much longer.

2258 A.D. – The first neutronium mining spaceship named the “Sutton” dives into the heart of Sol. The crew successfully extract neutronium, a bafflingly efficient and effective, though rare energy material. Upon the return journey, the defensive metals buckle due to the pressure and heat, killing the crew in its entirety.

2260 A.D. – A new revised neutronium miner extracts neutronium and delivers it back to space station “Oghma”, where neutronium’s potential is fully realized and the first neutronium reactor is constructed.

2261 A.D. – With the creation of the neutronium reactor, a brand-new deep space exploration vessel “Voyager 6” is scheduled to attempt the journey towards Alpha Centauri. Before that can be achieved however, extremists from Mars, believing that humanity was never meant to reach the stars and go beyond the Solar system, board the vessel and cause the reactor to overload destroying it, killing the crew and annihilating the nearby space station, resulting in the loss of over 10,000 lives. The Federation’s response was swift and ruthless. Mars is upturned and searched top to bottom, travelling rights are rescinded for all peoples and martial law is imposed. The law would be in effect for over 5 years, until the religious extremists “Prometheus”, as presumed by Federation council, were destroyed.

2266 A.D. – Due to the harshness of the imposed martial law, people of Mars begin to protest, the protests are met with force, which causes them to devolve into riots. In the riots within Mars’ capital of Olympus Mons, a six-year-old girl is caught in the crossfire of Federation’s peacekeepers and is killed instantly. The recording of this tragedy is spread far and wide within Federation space, causing the riots to become armed insurrections across Mars. The local peacekeepers begin to be pushed back, as the Federation’s military is crippled by the fact that Martian divisions went rogue and began assisting the insurgents.

2270 A.D. – The insurrectionist Martian government, its spaces forces, and organized division formations are finally defeated, after the Federation fully mobilizes.

2281 A.D. – The final insurrectionist cell upon Mars is destroyed, years of material, manpower and expertise are expended, delaying any projects for local system colonization. In the war’s aftermath, files are discovered linking ”Prometheus” and the insurrectionists, with “Prometheus” providing funding for the rebel campaigns.

2300 A.D. – With much of Mars rebuilt, political pressures forced the continuation of the deep space exploration program. A new exploration ship was hastily commissioned and launched towards Alpha Centauri. In the hopes of quelling the mounting unrest in Sol.

2301 A.D. – The time taken to reach Alpha Centauri only amounted to one week. The exploration of the system allowed mankind to discover another resource rich system, though no live was found. Proxima Centauri had soon become the furthest point of Federation’s borders. A vast quantity of data was processed, more efficient and effective solutions were found. The plans for colonization were laid out.

2304 A.D. – Proxima b soon had domed human settlements across its surface, rare and rich ores were delivered to Sol. More ships were made, more neutronium miners, now had three stars to exploit. The speed of humanity’s expansion exploded exponentially. Humans now numbered fifteen billion individuals, with those numbers rapidly growing, as the Federation’s desired an ever-increasing number of citizens to fuel mankind’s destiny to reach the stars.

2382 A.D. – The nearest stars to Sol have been colonized, the ever-increasing complexities of trade, defence, and diplomacy saw the Federation’s administration chafe from the burden of keeping it all running efficiently. Gaps were beginning to show, the lack of FTL communication led to shipments arriving late, causing colonies to starve. Whilst others were overburdened with overflowing storages. Pirates, an entity plaguing mankind throughout its history, were rearing their ugly heads, attacking any targets of opportunity they could. The pirates communicated via an ingenious system of so called “runner ships”. These ships would continuously jump system to system, gathering data and rumours within any given system, then they would deliver this data back to their bases and allow the various pirate groups to strike weakened targets, while avoiding Federation’s retribution. From this, stemmed the idea for the creation of the “Ministry of Public communication and information’s dissemination”. Communication ships, with Federation’s peacekeeper patrols, would jump into a system, download the systems Solarnet, whilst uploading the Solarnets of other systems. With this, advance communication was established, one of the greatest hurdles for Federation’s expansion was passed, and it began to once more surge forth without stop.

2517 A.D. – Humanity continues to push across the stars, as more and more the Federation’s domain grows, demands for representation grow increasingly louder. Federation’s council was originally made up by the representatives of administrative sectors, but displeasure of such broad representation, not addressing local issues grew ever increasingly. As is human nature to struggle against oneself, fears of another Mars forced politicians to give in to these demands, the council that had originally only 24 members, was bloated to include hundreds, and soon thousands. Political gridlock and ever-increasing use of blackmail, violence, bribes, and threats, soon become the only way new legislatives measures are passed. These measure however, do not stop various secessionist movements from appearing within the Federation. The largest defence budget to date at that point, is approved. New fleets and army groups are assembled, equipped with the newest and greatest technologies of mankind. Cold fusion reactors, recently invented, allowed for bigger ships with smaller engines, a greater energy production saw these vessels equipped with advanced railguns with explosive charges and laser defence systems. Old nuclear missile cruisers and carriers saw the resurgence of the battleship as the M.A.G. (Magnetically Accelerated Gunnery) doctrine began to rival that of the carrier doctrine. The railguns also became standard issue to Federation peacekeeping ground forces, an explosive charge fires forth a bullet, that is then further accelerated to reach baffling speeds, this necessitated the creation of protections suits. The suits saw an incredible increase in both defensive and offensive capabilities of their wearers. The soldiers became faster, stronger, with greater reflexes. Comparing a man to someone within a protection suit, would be the same as comparing an adult to a child. Still, even these suits were outstripped by the creation of power armour, elite forces of the Federation now had no equals on the field.

2520 A.D. – With the success of the rearmament program, old ideas were revived – cybernetics. Lost limbs, damaged eyes and nerves, all could be restored and even improved. The new craze saw numerous lawsuits filed in the aftermath, as numerous companies made and sold low-quality cybernetics hoping for a quick profit, this did not douse the enthusiasm for cybernetics.

2525 A.D. – Those of means began to scoff towards cybernetics, instead turning towards the greatness of man’s nature. Advanced genetic programs saw the children of the rich and powerful born superior to all below them. Perfect looks, bodies of incredible strength, capable of rivalling that of cybernetics, swift and sharp minds, ability to regenerate even lost limbs, if given enough time of course. All of this combined saw a birth of a new species – Homo Sapiens Novus.

2539 A.D. – A.I. driven exo-suits were deployed for the first time in active combat. Special shielding and thick armour made the suits resistant to EMP attacks. Though the A.I. would be turned off at all times until the need for combat, as the resident radiation from the neutronium reactor, harmless to human life, wreaks havoc amongst V.I. and A.I. rendering it completely useless, as cold fusion and neutronium have by this point and time become common place in human space. The exo-suits proved exceptional boarders, fired from vessels like missiles, they would attach themselves to ship hulls and begin tearing them apart. On land, the exo-suit proved itself superior and better than any main line battle tanks. Despite the fact that the exo-suits passed all assignments with flying colours, they had proven themselves too expensive to produce, the rare materials and complex manufacturing process meant that these suits were never able to become part and parcel of average frontline forces, held in reserve until needed.

2543 A.D. – Homo Sapiens Novus had proven a failure. Despite pushing limits of humanity to the extreme, creating perfect people, a glaring issue was discovered – infertility. No matter what attempts were taken, no children could be produced, a killing blow for those who wished to keep the family’s businesses going. A new genetic modification process was adopted, nowhere near pushing the limits of man, but ensuring fertility resulting in the creation of Homo Sapiens Provecta.

2589 A.D. – A court case between two sectors concerning a mineral rich volcanic world had been fought over for seventy years. This horrendous showing of Federal bureaucracy finally reached a boiling point. Local militias, alongside sponsored corporate interests, of the two sectors began to engage in active combat. As soon as the news of this spread, peacekeeper forces were immediately mobilized, but the time needed for them to arrive, saw one of the warring sectors emerge victorious, not only that, the sector’s forces had dug in and prepared themselves to fight the Federation, should a diplomatic solution could not be found. The gridlock of federal council saw the calls for a peaceful solution delayed again and again. It was not known who fired the first shot, but all that matters is the fact that peacekeeper forces and sector militia engaged each other. Peacekeeper forces were beaten, viciously bloodying the militia, but their entrenched defences proved too much for the rapid response force. The militiamen would be crushed in the coming weeks, but the perceived weakness of the Federation was plain to see. Supressed secessionist movements exploded, their ranks swelling with dissatisfied youths, corporate interests started backing local governments, some pushing for full independence, some for simply more autonomy in order to guarantee higher profits. The Federal civil war had begun.

2596 A.D. – The Federation had begun fracturing, the outer colonies, far from federal control and protection, had begun uprising in an uncontrolled manner. Worlds would revolt, only to be put down at a heavy cost to the Federation’s peacekeepers, due to the time the rebels had to dig in, then the peacekeepers would swiftly depart from the smouldering ruins to rush to the other end of the Federation, only for the nearby star system to rise up in revolt out of fears that they too would be oppressed. The peacekeepers were being run ragged. Coreworlds, richest, most established of the old colonies, many of whom had terraformed their new homeworlds, joined their voices to express dissatisfaction of the federation, for it were their children, that died to keep the Federation going, it were their taxes that funded the fleets, it were their material and hands that built the warships, whilst ignoring the needs of the worlds in question. Mars, ever in opposition to Earth and the Federation as a whole, was the first and foremost of these coreworlds, to lead the opposition and raise their militias, violating centuries old treaties. With the Federal council now only made up of hard-line federalists, the decision they made was the only one they had. Adeya Amara, admiral of the 34th rapid reaction fleet, had proven herself a skilled, ruthless, and most importantly obedient commander. Emergency powers were granted, she was allowed to do all that was necessary to resolve the crisis, at any means necessary. With those powers bestowed, the very same day on August 14th Admiral Amara, now High Federal Admiral, she gave the orders to all ships loyal to her, to open fire. Mars was bathed in nuclear fire, centuries of work to terraform Mars were lost in mere minutes. M.A.G. rounds pierced through the surface, destroying underground shelters or exposing other, for the few more precision nuclear strikes. Once this was done, High Federal Admiral departed Sol on her crusade for unification.

2599 A.D. – Coreworld after coreworld burned, these as some would put it “extreme” actions, ensured Federal control and stability. It had begun clear that obedience, was preferable to nuclear Armageddon. High Federal Admiral’s fleet continuously swelled in number, her ability to rally those of martial convictions under her banner saw her fleets take ever increasingly drastic, but also ever more efficient methods. Once her fleets reached a satisfactory size, the colony campaigns could commence.

2623 A.D. – The time needed to begin the colonial campaign had allowed the colonies to organize into proper coalitions, offering effective resistance. If one coalition would be too pressured, whilst others had breathing room, the coalitions would cooperate and assist each other, further prolonging the conflict. High Federal Admiral Adeya Amara, passed away during her campaigns in galactic north, despite her advanced age she led her fleet personally, but her flagship was boarded and the rebel forces decided to commit suicide, by detonating nuclear devises across sections of the ship. The rebels were able to achieve victory that day, putting halt to the colony campaign. To the shock of the ruling Federal council, their admirals disobeyed their orders to arrest Kizito Amara, who had proclaimed himself as the new High Federal Admiral, succeeding her mother’s position.

2624 A.D. – High Federal Admiral Kizito Amara swept aside council loyalists and took control of Earth. All members, that had not sworn their allegiance long before the fleet reached Sol, were all sentenced under emergency powers act for seditious thoughts, treachery, decadent waste of war material in time of crisis, abuse of power, and ineffective administration.

2626 A.D. – High Federal Admiral, now in possession of an even greater title of Protector Admiral, signs the accords of Mars, officially establishing peace in human domain. The Federation and rebel coalitions had fought each other to exhaustion, wars would continue, but only when both sides had rested and prepared themselves for it. This truce would last for 50 years, Protector Admiral Kizito Amara would see the Federation rebuilt and restored after decades of conflict had brought it near to ruin. With 60% of Federation’s formal territories under his command, at the end of the 50-year accord, he would be hailed as “rebuilder”.

2674 A.D. – Protector Admiral Kizito Amara, peacefully passed away in his bed, having burnt himself down, in his endless attempts to ensure the comfort of his people, federation’s space as a whole went into mourning. His son Lian Amara, would succeed his position, and rally the Federation for the upcoming war.

2676 A.D. – At exactly 00:00 on January 1st Earth time, Federation armed forces sailed out of Federally controlled systems, only to be met with stiff and determined resistance. The 50 years of peace, whilst restoring the Federation and giving it the needed breathing room, also allowed the rebel coalitions to form proper governments, forge defensive pacts aimed at federal aggression, and prepare proper frontline battlefleets. In the starting days and months of the war, Federal blood would flow, those more superstitious would say that space was tainted red, just like the oceans on Earth after bloody battles, and that the abyssal tides, on which all ships had to ride, turned crimson.

2705 A.D. – The long grinding war of attrition finally came to an end, just shy of three decades of endless warfare, liberal use of nuclear arms, the abolishment of a little known and archaic set of agreements known as the “Geneva conventions”, saw the bloodiest conflict in human history to date. The Federation’s borders had been restored, its hegemony over humanity now unquestioned. Still, space is vast and endless, many of the crushed rebels fled to, at the time, uncharted space to set up governments-in-exile, carrying their ideals, philosophies, and ideologies with them. Some, would survive to this day.

2710 A.D. – The chaos of the war, allowed Protector Admiral Lian Amara to further consolidate his power, more and more positions were granted to his loyalists. A tendency to reward military officers with governing positions in exchange for their service had become more and more common, the reason for this had become blatantly clear, as the Federal Council was reduced to a membership of 300, exclusively filled with the new class of landed military officers. The Federal council, in accordance to their duty as the representatives of the people voted 270 to 30, to proclaim and bestow a new title of Emperor upon Lian Amara. The council had to plead and beg Protector Admiral to accept this new position of unprecedented authority, for he and his family were the Federation, and the Federation were them. With great reluctance, and a heavy understanding of his new duties, Emperor Lian Amara accepted this new position, for the betterment of mankind.

2711 A.D. – A lavish coronation ceremony was soon held, and upon his day of coronation, Emperor Lian Amara proclaimed that from now, the Federation shall be superseded by a new body – The Unbroken Empire. During this great fanfare and celebration of a new dawn, Emperor Lian Amara had stood proudly outside of the Council chambers, now the new Imperial palace, giving his coronation speech, a spectre of the past decided to cut all that short. An agent of ”Prometheus”, an organization long presumed dead, disguised himself as one of the Emperor’s bodyguards, shot Lian Amara dead.

2712 A.D. – The shot heard around the Galaxy. It was the starting signal for a new war, the local strongmen, military officials given fiefs in all but name, began slaughtering each other. Comrades that fought shoulder to shoulder were now busy killing one another, just because their superior told them so. The reason for this chaos was due to the fact that Emperor Lian Amara was childless, with no clear lines of succession, the war was inevitable.

2718 A.D. – The complete and sudden collapse of central authority caused the “Ministry of Public communication and information’s dissemination” no small amount of headache. With local warlords busy scraping together whatever loyalists forces they could, escort fleets protecting the communication ships were dwindling at an alarming rate. This sudden loss of governmental protection forced the Ministry to seek the only alternative it could. Private enterprises, began providing protection for the ships, charging fees for the communication services that used to be completely free. This lucrative arrangement further drew attention of other private interests, as well as those of the warlords, who simply turned a blind eye to the practices as long as they got their cut of the proceedings, for after all – civil wars are expensive.

2730 A.D. – The haphazard, unexpected and unplanned civil war, where all sides can and had a tendency to communicate with one another saw a much less subdued war, where the usage of nuclear arms for strategic purposes was the exception rather than the norm, unlike the previous decades had shown. The war still saw millions of soldiers dead, and billions of civilians displaced, starving and killed. Eventually, Admiral Felix Zarlerholon had emerged the greatest amongst his peers, with exceptional political manoeuvring he was able to place himself in a position of undisputed leadership. Though he had to agree with the formation of the Communication’s Guild, and grant them their charter of autonomy.

2733 A.D. – Emperor Felix Zarlerholon would bring about a new dynasty upon the imperial throne. A dynasty that would go about codifying the titles of nobility, the ideas of chivalry and martial honour. These new established ideas would provide unprecedented stability for a time, something sorely missed by the scions of Earth. Duelling, thus prowess in hand-to-hand combat had become exceptionally important for the noble class, as means of settling disputed upon one’s honour. Specially made swords, a distinguishing symbol of captaincy and nobility, became exceptionally popular, these blades, most hand-crafted, are each built unique and capable of slicing through even exo-suit armour. Naturally, these blades are ruinously expensive, usually given to a noble upon his, or hers, coming of age ceremony.

2999 A.D. – The Zarlerholon dynasty, had survived and reigned for centuries. With the beginnings of a new millennium, a grand ball would be held in the Imperial palace upon Earth. The planet’s population, by imperial decree, had been reduced to a maximum population of 2 billion. Most heavy industry had been removed, pollution cleaned, the orbit cleared of any and all debris. The cradle of humanity had once again become the blue jewel upon the imperial crown.

3000 A.D. – With great splendour and grandeur, the millennial ball was underway. The entire ordeal was transmitted across the Empire, though it would take months for these transmissions to reach the furthest ends of the realm. The hope of these proceedings was to showcase imperial might, and halt the rumours of exiles founding and settling their own independent republics and democracies at the edges of civilized space, pushing mankind’s knowledge of the galaxy to a grand total of 7%. Emperor Wilhelm Zarlerholon, had also hoped that these proceedings would halt the ever-increasing factionalism amongst the nobility. These grand dreams and hopes were halted. The deathless spectre, that had been haunting humanity’s worst nightmares for close to a millennium – “Prometheus”. An agent had mixed into the servant staff, approached the Emperor and his heir-apparent, whilst they were conversing with high-ranking nobility. He then proceeded to stab into his stomach with a fork, activating a hidden bomb. The explosion had killed The Emperor and his heir, most influential nobles and injured hundreds of others.

3001 A.D. – Emperor Jan Zarlerholon, had been the 4th born and unprepared for the position. Lacking the will needed for a ruler in such tumultuous time, he began to strongly rely upon the advisory council both the imperial and federal. This withdrawal from public life and politics saw imperial authority disintegrate and a rapid pace.

3019 A.D. – Emperor Jan II Zarlerholon, unfortunately could not handle the pressures put upon him, on New Year’s Eve, he had committed suicide via poisoning, at least by official records. His Daughter, Empress Adele Zarlerholon succeeded him.

3112 A.D. – Empress Adele Zarlerholon had proven herself a father’s daughter, utterly uninterested in politics, but added atop of said apathy, she was only concerned in indulging her own hedonistic desires, till the day she passed away due to natural causes. Her reign saw the noble houses move away from political fighting to outright full-blown warfare, the communication’s guild had armed itself to a level of a state, limited federal authority had begun to once more spring up, centred around dissatisfied worlds, wishing for more autonomy and a return to democratic principles. The royal armies and fleets, though still the most advanced and greatest of mankind’s, were hemmed in the local cluster, Sol and a few surrounding stars. Fervently and loyally waiting for a master capable returning imperial prestige. However, her son – Emperor Arthur Zarlerholon had been raised under the intense care of his mother, becoming just as hedonistic as her.

3152 A.D. – Current date. The vassal houses are engaging in open warfare. The Emperor has mysteriously passed away and his son had been crowned Emperor Tetsuo Zarlerholon. The communications guild is actively fighting noble houses, whilst supporting them at the same time. Incursions in imperial territory have been reported, these small probing strikes done by the dissenting nations surrounding the Unbroken Empire. Piracy is running ever increasingly rampant, as the nobles are far more concerned with each other rather than the pirates.

This is mainly a space battle based game, where you will command your ship, and hopefully later your fleet.
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You awaken in your bed, the rattling of the ship as it returns to real-space clearing away any drowsiness clouding your mind.

With a grunt, you get off the bed and look around the room.

The captain’s cabin, it almost feels surreal. At just 20 years of age, in command of your own ship, a military class at that, hundreds of souls now under your command. Each and every man and woman, ready to obey the orders of their captain.

Dismissing your pointless thoughts, you stumble over to the bathroom, a luxury afforded only to the captain in your small vessel, taking a quick shower, brushing your teeth, you put on your new uniform and gaze upon yourself in the mirror. If nothing else, you certainly look like an authoritative…

>Man

>Woman

(In the era of the great equalizer – the firearm. Added atop of the era of bionics and gene engineering, males and females are treated the same, although female nobles might face snide remarks if they run off to war without producing an heir first, just like male nobles would be discriminated against if they held no military rank when they became an adult.)

>>5069428
>Man

Welp, as I said, I have made the new homebrew universe for the new month.

With these posts, I am fucking off to bed.

If you guys have any questions please reply to this post, I will reply to them tomorrow.

I do hope you guys will enjoy this setting, as for a longest while I wanted to see ships go boom.

>>5069428
>>Woman
Science Babies

>>5069428
>Man

>>5069428
>Man

>>5069428
>Woman
I must say that starting your quest with 13 post loredump is a brave decision

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069425
>Woman

>>5069428
>>Woman

>>5069432
Inspired from aurora? Are we one of the homo provecta?

>>5069428
>Man

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069428
>Man

Jesus Christ! What a shitty empire, both dynasties didn't even get past their progenitor before having their founder blown up, though at least the second one continued. What a dogshit future.

>>5069428
>Man
I am getting some major for House and Dominion vibes from this.

>>5069428
Actually, I don't wanna create a tie, lets just get this over with. Switching to...
>Woman

>>5069428
> Man

Also holy fucking lore dump. Great read!

>>5069428
>Woman

Do ayyyliums not exist at all? Were there no signs of life past or present beyond humanity?

>>5069428
>Man

>>5069428
>Woman
Reminds me of some old stuff from /tg/ days

>>5069428
>Man

>Man

>>5069428
>Woman
Impressive shit NewbQM, didn't expect you to literally write a whole novel for your next setting.

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069428
>Man

>>5069428
>Man

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>Man

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069428
>Woman
To remind myself of the previous quest

>>5069428
>Woman

>>5069428
>>Man

Woman quests always crash and burn

>>5069428
>>Man

>>5069428
>Man
Coomers get out

14 for man and 14 woman, need a tie breaker.

>>5069454

>Inspired from aurora?

I have no idea what that is.

>Are we one of the homo provecta?

You can be, if enough anons vote for it.

>>5069473

>Do ayyyliums not exist at all? Were there no signs of life past or present beyond humanity?

Only about 7% of the Milky Way has been explored, no ayyys have been found, but the galaxy is a large place.

I will be going to uni, after I return I'll continue to write, if the tie isn't broken, a coin will be flipped.

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>Man

>>5070016
>Man

>>5070016
>>Man


Looks good OP, anything on what kind of dice system you're going to be using?

>>5070016
>Man
Could a Homo Sapiens Novus clone itself, and consider the small copy its child? Technically it would originate from the individual's DNA.

>>5070016
Man, because this >>5069903

>>5070016
>Woman
You sad lot have never read the greatest and longest quest ever, For House and Dominion.

>>5070016
>Man

>>5069428
>Woman

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man

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…man

Once you finish inspecting yourself, you turn about and head out of the captain’s quarters.

As you hit the door keypad, the door hisses, as the pneumatic locks disengage, the sterile blinding bright light pours into the room. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust before you can see the plain hallway in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you begin heading towards the bridge, your bridge.

The steady rhythm of your footstep’s echoes across the hallway, no one is allowed to enter here, bar you and high-ranking, at least on this ship, officers. As you reach the end of the hallway, once more you input the security code, and as the door opens, you see…

>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

The marines onboard a vessel are always of the house of the captain, they are bound by oaths lasting generations to loyally serve, they put down the ever-mutinous lowers ranks and ensure strict discipline, and the safety of their charge.

>Sub-lieutenant Conal Duggins, a hireling from your mother’s company, sent over to assist you. (Middle-class)

A non-noble captain will face many issues, snubbing any attempts for skilled personnel is one of them, luckily Duggins is quite skilled and resourceful man, hopefully that will be enough until you manage to earn enough merits to acquire a title of your own.

>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

Volunteers, conscripts and others. Seen as nothing more than a resource of war by the ruling class. Still, sometimes one’s merits simply cannot be ignored, so a proper appointment is given, if grudgingly. With no bloodline or wealth to rely on, such captains basis of power becomes their loyal crew.

>>5070160
>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard. (Noble-class)

>>5070065

A simple d100 system, the higher the roll the better. Usually best of 3. Crit range is 1-5 for crit fails and 95-100 for crit successes. Crits take precedent over other rolls. So if the rolls are 4, 56 and 85 the 4 is used. If it is 98, 2 and 58 the 58 is used.

The DCs will be kept hidden, though I hope that common sense and my writing will let you guys get an idea on how difficult somethings will be.

>>5070082

Clones have been found to be too unstable to be used for a prolonged amount of time, as the DNA disintegrates within the decade. There was also an issue of a clone suing the original guy for recompense. After that, the idea of cloning had been put down.

>>5070160
>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)
Working-class bros in space, best choice.

>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

>>5070160
>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

>>5070160

>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found.

LOYALTY

>>5070160
>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

>>5070160
>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

>>5070160
>>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

>>5070160
>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

>>5070160
>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

We had pretty high loyalty on the last quest, may as well go for the same here.

>>5070160
>>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)
Screw frogs and anglos, it's the 1st of december

>>5070160
>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

>>5070160

>Warrant officer Gavril Radu, an enlisted man just like you, rising through the ranks means that he knows everyone and everything that happens aboard the ship, a better friend could not be found. (Lower-class)

>>5070160
>Lieutenant Frederic Cadieux, a part of your household guard (Noble-class)

… Warrant officer Gavril Radu, a good man, if a bit crude. He had been aboard the ship before you were drafted. Your senior by 5 years, he had looked after you once you got in, like he had looked after most of the lower rungs. Gavril had been slated for court martial, for disrespecting a noble. A surprise raid from an enemy however, saw your former captain killed, with the bridge being blown out decapitating your command structure. At the time you had been posted in the auxiliary bridge and thanks to your quick thinking you were able to salvage the situation. The main reason why everything went so smoothly with the rest of the crew was thanks to the fact that Gavril backed you up.

Later on, your efforts were recognized and the position of captain was granted to you. A rarity, but the war has claimed its fair share of capable noble officers, allowing people like you to actually take positions of authority. And using that new found authority, you had rescinded the court martial order.

“Well, well, well captain, that new fine cut uniform not choking you out yet ? Those noble high collars always looked uncomfortable to me.” Gavril says mockingly, before continuing – “We’ve arrived in system and the local bigshot, shithead is probably oh so eager to meet you. Can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that you’re not a blue-blood.” He laughs as you begin to walk down the corridor.

“How’s the crew holding up ?” You quiz.

“Fucking ecstatic, I say !” The crew’s happy to have one of us now. His smiling face is soon gone, as he says in a lower tone. “The Marines on the other hand – angry, depressed, frustrated. Having their blue-blood die is pretty shocking. Mainly ‘cause they may be executed once they get back home, die with your liege lord and all that bullshit.”

As you draw ever closer to the bridge, the banner of the great house hangs proudly in front of the main entrance, that is guarded by two marines in power armour. The banner depicting…

>>5070472

>A silver eagle in a blue background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Talon

The ducal house is one of the oldest around, steadfast and prideful, but just rulers. Their system of succession is unique within the Empire, as the most meritous child of the current Duke or Duchess inherits. Still, the houses tolerates no dissent or “class mixing”. The House favours the M.A.G. doctrine for their ships. A strong and serious contender in this time of crisis.

>A pitch black Cerberus in a red background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Scorpius

A relative new comer on the scene, bold, decisive and quite the risk taker. Originally a count house, they overthrew their masters and began actively fighting with those around it. Always desperate for new blood and skilled officers for their wars, perhaps the most “meritous” house. But their succession laws are strict, the first born inherits all. The House favours the carrier doctrine for their ships. The House is always at Talon’s throat.

>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

Younger than Talon, but older than Scorpius. The noble house is in a steep decline, with their duke recently passing away, they were embroiled in a civil war within a civil war, to determine a new duke, this has caused them to be placed in a serious disadvantage compared to Houses Talon and Scorpius. The house’s ruler chooses his successor, sometimes because he is the most competent, sometimes because he or she likes them. Due to their situation, the house favours neither doctrine and uses both as they can. For now, they are lying low, allowing Talon and Scorpius to rip each other apart.

(There are other ducal houses and minor houses at play, but these are the choices)

>>5070473
This honestly seems the most interesting bringing a house on the precipice of defeat back to life

>>5070490
>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

>>5070473
>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy


Rags to riches boys!

>>5070473
>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

>>5070473
>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

>>5070473
>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy
A house we can shape hopefully.

>>5070473
>>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

Anons almost never want to play a noble, it's a damn shame

>>5070473
>>A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy

>>5070473
> A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy.

>>5070535
We can always do the noble thing later. I want to be space Napoleon.

>>5070574
Well nappy was a noble, even if minor nobility

… A golden lion in a white background. Symbol of the Ducal House of Roy. No wonder you got fast tracked for promotion. The house cannot afford to lose any ships in their current situation, the last thing they need is a revolt amongst the crews of dissatisfied commoners.

As your eyes shift from the banner, you can feel the resentful glares of the marines upon you. Hopefully, after you dock, they will be transferred away, even after the repairs to the ship, you are running on a skeleton crew. Since you have no house of your own, army regulars will be appointed, their skill level, discipline and willingness to work with you will strongly depend if you can or cannot get them to be loyal to you.

The door once more hisses, and you step on the bridge.

“Captain on deck !” Shouts an ensign, and with that, the entire bridge snaps to attention and salutes you.

“At ease !” You say, whilst walking to the captain’s chair. The bridge is full of consoles and people manning them, they handle everything related to communications and navigation. In front of the captain’s chair, is a large holographic projection set upon a large desk, usually displaying the known galaxy, but now showing the known readout of the system. The hologram is changing in real-time, as the information of the local Solarnet is being downloaded onto your ship.

And right in front of you, is a clear see through piece of glass, allowing you to gaze upon the system’s large star, it glows blindingly white, the glass automatically compensates for it, allowing you to see everything in front of you with ease. Noble officer class has its advantages, these “glass” windows are made from material just as tough as the ship's armour plating. About 20 times more expensive however. This is why only the bridge, and on larger ships, the captain’s cabin, has these windows.

As you seat yourself upon the chair, a notification pops up on one of the small inbuilt consoles, requesting your credentials to allow you to take control of the vessel, a means of prevention of mutiny and enemy capture, at least for the immediate future, hopefully giving enough time for the local military forces to retake the vessel. You begin the still strange process of…

>Inserting a cable, although your cybernetics are on the cheaper end, they can always be upgraded. In the end, you are superior to a normal human.

>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.

>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

(Anons picking the hardest options. A bold play, we will see if it plays out)

>>5070621
>Inserting a cable, although your cybernetics are on the cheaper end, they can always be upgraded. In the end, you are superior to a normal human.
Flesh is weak, metal never fails.

>>5070621
>Inserting a cable, although your cybernetics are on the cheaper end, they can always be upgraded. In the end, you are superior to a normal human.
Probably the safest and quickest option.

>>5070621

>Inserting a cable, although your cybernetics are on the cheaper end, they can always be upgraded. In the end, you are superior to a normal human.

>>5070621
>>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

>>5070621
>>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.

>>5070621
>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

we already going normal guy route might as well go all in

>>5070621
>>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

Who needs genetic modification or cybernetics? We will forge our legend with naught but our own strength and will.

>>5070752
>>5070851

Le everyman

Shits sake I'm here for fantasy not my daily grind

>>5070621
>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.
Let's not absolutely cripple ourselves, now.

>>5070856
listen i wanted to be a noble but we choose everyman so might as well go all in

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

>>5070859
There's everyman and then there's bottom of the barrel. Surely we can afford DNA identification?

>>5070868
nah we can't we're poor

This is beginning to remind me of another quest where we ended up choosing the absolute worst-case scenario. It didn't even come close to fixing the immediate problem. Please don't let this one turn out like that.

>>5070621
>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.

>>5070621
>Inserting a cable, although your cybernetics are on the cheaper end, they can always be upgraded. In the end, you are superior to a normal human.

>>5070621
>You drop some blood upon the reader, your genetics being an encoded password in and of itself. Your parents couldn’t afford the truly great modifications, but they scraped together a few pennies to make you as good as they could afford.

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.
Humie superiority

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.
And so a normal man conquered the universe.

>>5070621
>Entering the longest code you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity.
Powers are boring.

>>5070621

… Entering the longest code, you ever had to memorize. The only way for a normal man like yourself to confirm your identity. The process takes a good thirty seconds of your time, painfully punching in each key whilst trying your best not mess up and miss a number.

Eventually, the console beeps happily, confirming your identity and allowing you to take full control of the ship.

Your attention is drawn to the system’s map, your soon to be home away from home, at least for the foreseeable future.

The Talax system, a rather unremarkable frontier world far away from the main battle lines, facing towards the Outwards Reach, a catch all term for territories with human populations outside of imperial authority. Pirates, exiles, rogues, firebrands, self-righteous demagogues. Each and everyone eying the house’s dominion. That is why you are here, in this almost forgotten backwater, to act as a rear-guard and deter the afore mentioned threats to the house of Roy.

As for Talax’s itself – It has 3 worlds in system. Talax I is a horrid volcanic world, making the likes of Mercury in humanity’s past look like heaven. Still, the world is extremely mineral rich, the world itself also spews out its hoard in large eruptions, allowing mining crews to sweep down to the hellish world and swiftly extract as much ore as they can. Talax I is two times the size of Earth, sitting comfortably at 1.3 AU from the yellow dwarf. The planet has a moon – Wincaris – orbiting around it, and upon it is where humanity has settled in the system. Domed cities dot the moon’s surface, this is where the extracted ore is processed and shipped deeper to the core, with some being kept behind for the humble shipyards in orbit of the moon. These orbital shipyards will be your berth, capable of housing and producing upwards to light cruisers, more than enough to beat back most threats that it would face.

Whilst Talax I has some interests to offer, Talax II and Talax III both are far more mundane. Both the worlds are nothing more than rocky clumps, hardly worth exploiting when compared to Talax I. The only thing of interest would be an orbital monitoring station in the orbit of Talax III, set up there to warn the system of any incoming vessels, hopefully giving enough time for the defenders to rally themselves for combat.

Suddenly, you are drawn from your thoughts, as the sounds of an incoming call blare from one of the consoles, your communications officer turn to you:

“Captain, we are receiving transmission from Wincaris orbital defence station, priority 3 call sir, shall I put it through ?”

“Do it.” You nod towards the officer.

>>5071415

It doesn’t take long for the holographic image of the system to be replaced to that one of a woman, who appears to be in her 40s. Based on the expensive looking earrings, the circlet upon her brow and the ruinously expensive necklace, you can easily tell that she is a noble. Her long blond hair, green eyes, and perfect looks contrast sharply with her military uniform. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that she has been genetically enhanced, meaning that for all you know, the woman could be over one hundred years old.

Upon noticing you on the captain chair, her eyes narrow and her brow furrows.:

“I was expecting Lord Fortner, and you do not look like him. Just who are you ?”

>Rorke Villella. You are stead and confident. Brave with your words and a man of action.

>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.

>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

>Feel free to write-in your own name and personality. (For every positive trait, you must pick a negative one)

Do keep in mind, that an impulsive person won’t think of the consequences of his actions, nor will a withdrawn one be good at socializing. You can still do things against your personality, but the DC will be higher in those cases.

(Well then anons, don't blame me when your ch get discriminated against, the majority voted for the hardest options.)

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.

>>5071417
>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills
Energetically impulsive and driven commoner impresses snooty nobles and changes the social fabric of House Roy forever. How can you pick anything else?

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.
One needs to be carefull to not step out of bounds.

>>5070885
Too late

Buncha lame asses

>>5071417
>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

>>5071417
>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

>>5071417
>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.
Space Napoleon

>>5071417
>>Rorke Villella. You are stead and confident. Brave with your words and a man of action.

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.
We had OP already note that the MC was going towards a cliff edge. Please let us not jump down it.

>>5071417
>>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.

>>5071417
>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

I heard someone say jump?

>>5071417
>>Fergus Proenza. You are impulsive and skilled, damn what people think about you, you’ll make them accept you by showing your skills.

>>5071417
>>Rorke Villella. You are stead and confident. Brave with your words and a man of action.

>>5071417
>>Rorke Villella. You are stead and confident. Brave with your words and a man of action.

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.

>>5071417
>Alaster Krapfl. You are a thoughtful man, choosing to think things over before acting. Withdrawn and calm, but the decisive when need be.

>>5071417

“I am Commander Fergus Proenza, my lady. I took control of the vessel when Lord Fortner was blown out the ship after a surprise attack nearly crippled us. I was assigned command by the board of admiralty of the House. Pleasure to make your acquittance.”

The woman’s expression remains neutral during your introduction. Still, dissatisfaction is clear on her face.

“I am Countess-Commodore Philicia Lauritzen. This star system if my fiefdom and mine to defend, I expect perfection from by subordinates. We are far from the core and any mistakes could be disastrous. Am I perfectly clear commander ?”

“Why yes, my lady.” You can hardly hide the smirk on your face, seems like you’ve been saddled with a harsh mistress. It will be interesting if nothing else.

The hologram cuts out, and the system’s image once more flickers to life.

“Captain, we’ve received docking clearance, should we bring her in ?” Questions one of your men.

“Yes. Can’t wait to meet my new comrades in person.”

“If they are anything like miss high and mighty, I think you’re in for a rough time.” Quips Gavril, with a mischievous grin on his face.

As your ship begins its approach to the space station, you are hardly impressed by its size. The station itself being only about half the size of most stations in the core, still even then its width reaches close to 6 kilometres. And the one thing that does draw your eye, is the sheer amount of M.A.G. cannons and missile launchers sticking out from the station.

The docking procedure is simple and fast, and you soon find yourself alongside Gavril inside of the station’s dock, able to take in the view of your ship one last time, before you march off to a different kind of war. Getting marines and more crew, introducing yourself to a bunch of uptight assholes. Oh, and probably being chewed out by your new CO. Being a captain sure is fun. Still, you can deal with all of this, as you once more gaze upon your vessel, seeing…

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>>5071791

>A wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.

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>>5071791

>A defender-class frigate. 100 meters in length. A crew complement of 90. A frigate dedicated entirely towards AS and anti-missile duty. Mounting 4 laser turrets topside and 4 bottom side. It also has two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, giving it self-defence capabilities against ships its size, still the defenders armour is thinner than that of other frigates, reducing its staying power. The frigate is a headache to any enemy commander, its speed and manoeuvrability being greater than even that of a wolf-class, allow the frigate to effectively protect the flanks of any fleet.

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>>5071791

>A striker-class frigate. 160 meters in length. A crew complement of 130. A frigate dedicated solely to being a destroyer killer. Forgoing most other defensive capabilities for 8 missile launcher platforms. On the slower and less manoeuvrable end for frigates, a wise commander would keep this vessel at range and allow it to unload its complement. Extremely vulnerable to wolf-class frigates, and can be threatened by enemy spacecraft.

>>5071793
>>5071794
>>5071797

As you may see, drawfags are welcome, for I am shit when it come to drawing. I hope these will give you guys more context.

And one more thing that I should mention is the fact that, shield technology is very primitive. It can only really fight off micro asteroids and space dust. So your real and only protection boils down to layer upon layer of armour.

>>5071797
Let’s wrack up some kill counts
>>5071801
It’s majestic don’t worry about it

>>5071793
nice all rounder would be nice

>>5071793
>wolf-class

>>5071793
>A wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.
justwerks

>>5071794
Gotta go fast

>>5071794
I think this design goes well with our personality pick.

Fast anti-ship and anti-missile, but low staying power.

>>5071793
>A wolf-class frigate
Defender is looking interesting too, but it lacks the punch from the M.A.G Cannon that we could use to snipe ship kills with.

>A defender-class frigate. 100 meters in length. A crew complement of 90. A frigate dedicated entirely towards AS and anti-missile duty. Mounting 4 laser turrets topside and 4 bottom side. It also has two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, giving it self-defence capabilities against ships its size, still the defenders armour is thinner than that of other frigates, reducing its staying power. The frigate is a headache to any enemy commander, its speed and manoeuvrability being greater than even that of a wolf-class, allow the frigate to effectively protect the flanks of any fleet.

fast as fuck

>>5071858
>>5071794

>>5071793
>A wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.

>>5071793
>A wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.

>>5071862
>>A wolf-class frigate. 120 meters in length. A crew complement of 110. A forward facing M.A.G. cannon, capable of threatening even a light cruiser, presuming you and others can concentrate fire well enough. Two top mounted laser turrets, and two bottom mounted turrets for a grand total of four. They won’t do a damn against a proper warship, but fighters and missiles will be hopefully blown away long before they reach you. Two side mounted space ship class railgun turrets, capable of tearing through other frigates and threatening destroyers. A time-tested design, nothing unique, but it gets the job done.

Name her Canicula

>>5071794
>>A defender-class frigate

… a wolf-class frigate, designated as WCF-XN-798. Truly a beautiful name. By tradition, a vessel has to go through combat, real combat, not one where it gets ambushed and is forced to run, to be granted a name, this is a privilege reserved for the ship’s captain.

Leaving the docking bay and entering the station proper, you finally get to stretch your legs and look around. After a few hours of exploration, you find out that the middle section of the station is reserved exclusively to military personnel. It is loaded down with ammo depots, armouries, barracks, everything that is needed to keep a fleet up and running in the 32nd century.

The upper section is entirely dedicated to relaxation, food joints, gaming centres, shops. Hardly on the level of the coreworlds, but it’s not like you could afford to go shopping in the stores there, so these ones suit you just fine.

The lower section of the station is dedicated to civilian transport, it is also the place from where the raw ore from Talax I is delivered, only to be shipped down to the surface of Wincaris, and then from Wincaris back to the station, and after that, to the core proper.

Once you finish familiarising yourself with the station, you receive a message from the defence headquarters. They have confirmed your situation from your ship’s logs, and you are now officially part of the 43rd rapid response fleet. With this great news however, comes an issue. The marines aboard your ship were all transferred out, can’t let a commoner have some noble’s household guards, now can we ? Instead of transferring you new marines and the missing crew, you are granted authority to look for them yourself. That being the catch, you can look for them yourself, but you cannot order them aboard your command. First in the line of many “inconveniences”, you have no doubt. They are either snubbing you, or lady commodore wants to see how you’ll handle the situation.

>>5071942

At the end of the day, your ship only has 40 crewmen, out of a total of 110. By standard regulations, you need to get your hand onto 30 marines and another 40 crewmen. The marines will have to be house military, you cannot skirt that, but the when it comes to the crew, well, you were always creative.

>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.

>Start with the crew. Your crew’s on your side, you’d rather ensure that your ship will run fine, before concerning yourself about marines, besides, who would bother to board a frigate…right ?

Depending on the choice:

>Start in the upper station levels. You might find some people off-duty. The people there will probably more relaxed.

>Start in the middle levels. Sticks-up-the-asses, the lot of them, still probably the best men in this backwater.

>Start in the lower levels. The “seedy” part of the station, who knows what you’ll find, more likely than not, an ill-disciplined lot, but you gotta get manpower somehow.

(As always, write-ins are welcome and encouraged)

>>5071943
>Start with the crew. Your crew’s on your side, you’d rather ensure that your ship will run fine, before concerning yourself about marines, besides, who would bother to board a frigate…right ?

>Start in the middle levels. Sticks-up-the-asses, the lot of them, still probably the best men in this backwater.

>>5071943
>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.

>Start in the lower levels. The “seedy” part of the station, who knows what you’ll find, more likely than not, an ill-disciplined lot, but you gotta get manpower somehow.

>Ask Warrant Officer Gavril if he can use any connections to get crew or go recruit crew himself while we focus on handling the marines.

i doubt the more relaxed on the upper level and disciplined lot on the middle level will gel with our impulsive personality so we kind of have to go with the seedier part here, fits with our general theme anyways. we'll whip them into shape

warrant officer gavril seems like the perfect person to get crew for us he know everything and anything about the ship and the current crew, we should do the marines since that'll be the tougher thing. don't even have to worry about the crew being more loyal to him since it's not like anyone else would take him on considering his birth

>>5071943
>Start with the crew. Your crew’s on your side, you’d rather ensure that your ship will run fine, before concerning yourself about marines, besides, who would bother to board a frigate…right ?

>Start in the upper station levels. You might find some people off-duty. The people there will probably more relaxed.

>>5071943
>Start with the crew. Your crew’s on your side, you’d rather ensure that your ship will run fine, before concerning yourself about marines, besides, who would bother to board a frigate…right ?

>Start in the middle levels. Sticks-up-the-asses, the lot of them, still probably the best men in this backwater.

>>5071943
>>Start with the crew. Your crew’s on your side, you’d rather ensure that your ship will run fine, before concerning yourself about marines, besides, who would bother to board a frigate…right ?

>Start in the middle levels. Sticks-up-the-asses, the lot of them, still probably the best men in this backwater.

>>5071943
>>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.

>>Start in the upper station levels. You might find some people off-duty. The people there will probably more relaxed.

>>5071943
>>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.

>Start in the lower levels. The “seedy” part of the station, who knows what you’ll find, more likely than not, an ill-disciplined lot, but you gotta get manpower somehow.

>>5071943
>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.
>Start in the lower levels. The “seedy” part of the station, who knows what you’ll find, more likely than not, an ill-disciplined lot, but you gotta get manpower somehow.

>>5071943
>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.
>Start in the lower levels. The “seedy” part of the station, who knows what you’ll find, more likely than not, an ill-disciplined lot, but you gotta get manpower somehow.

>>5071943
>Begin your search for marines. Self defence is important, getting crew later might also prove easier, once you have more aggressive means of persuasion.
>Start in the middle levels. Sticks-up-the-asses, the lot of them, still probably the best men in this backwater.

Anons should really stop being so self-sabotaging, dealing with quest after they've chosen the hardest difficulty and fucked off ain't fun to play.

crew middle x3

Marines lower x4

crew upper

marines upper

marines middle

Writing.

>>5071943

When it comes to fighting, nothing beats those who fight cheap and dirty. With that thought in mind, you decide to head down to the lower levels, whatever marines are hanging around down there are either on-duty or they are the exact people you are searching for.

But before you head down, an idea strikes your fancy. Turning towards Gavril, you begin speaking:

“We need crew and we need ‘em fast, look around and find some people you think can mesh with the crew we already have onboard. You’re far more persuasive than me in these matters.”

“Aye, will do captain. I’ll grab some boys down from engineering, they know their way around heavy tools, I’ll probably snatch up some medics along just in case. See you back at the ship.” With that, Gavril runs off to carry out his task.

Heading towards the lift, you feel your guts rising into your chest as the lift drops down, for a moment you feel like you’re floating, then the lift halts, it takes a moment for you to readjust yourself as the doors open.

The lower decks are not spiffy clean as the upper ones, besides the marines guarding the hallways, everyone else around you look civilian. Moving down you eventually reach a single massive chamber, civilian ships are continuously docking and leaving, a sea of people surrounds you. Moving your way through the group you see the occasional seedy bar and food stand. Besides keeping order at the corridors leading further into the station and the docks housing shipping vessels of house Lauritzen, the rest of the lower decks are more or less left to fend for themselves, you reach this conclusion as you seem a card game on the side go wrong, with one man decking the other, and the guards simply turning a blind eye. This almost feels like home.

Looking around, you spot a few groups of potentials:

>>5072349

At the far left of the chamber, you spot some men in military fatigues, they seem to be negotiating with one of the merchants for some goods, based on how the men have positioned themselves against the merchant’s guards, looks like the deal isn’t going that well. You’d have to come close to hear what they are saying, but it should be easy enough to approach, as most people seem to be keeping their distance from them.

On the far right of the chamber, you spot more men in fatigues, though these guys look far more worrisome, based on the shine on those men, they all appear to have military grade cybernetics. They are also in the middle of some “involuntary” arm wrestling. As they have grabbed some normal and are having their fun. A man lies next to them on the floor, holding onto his broken arm, whilst another sweaty bastard is currently in the middle of fighting for his own arm, but unlike the soldier he’s facing, he doesn’t have any cybernetics. Finally, there is a far better dressed man seated in front of the boxes that are being used for wrestling, based on the fact that a soldier next to him has his combat knife out picking out the dirt under his non-existent fingernails. All in all, a lovely bunch you have no doubt.

The last group that catches your eye, almost doesn’t. Men outside of their fatigues, moving and blending in through the crowd, the way they act and coordinate clearly shows their military training. They act like a pack of wolves, cornering and surrounding one man in particular, said man is wearing a large cloak hiding his person, a noble probably, only someone unaccustomed to how things work in such circles would think such a “disguise” would work in modern times. Once the person is goaded to a side corner, a man from behind jumps out and snatches him away, whilst the remainder naturally surround the entrance, preventing anyone trying to go through there.

It seems like this frontier system has plenty of good things to offer, for the less scrupulous of individuals.

>Try to get the men dealing with the merchant onboard

> Try to get the men with cybernetics onboard

> Try to get the men in civilian clothing onboard

>>5072350
>Try to get the men dealing with the merchant onboard.
Of the three groups this seems to be the easiest to deal with, the others seem more like work than solutions to us.

>>5072350
>Try to get the men dealing with the merchant onboard

>>5072350
> Try to get the men with cybernetics onboard

they seem rough and tumble, perfect for us.

>>5072350
> Try to get the men in civilian clothing onboard

>>5072350
>> Try to get the men in civilian clothing onboard

>>5072350
>Try to get the men in civilian clothing onboard
Ridiculous show of team work with what appears to be minimal communication, these boys are insanely in synch with each other. If they also hate the Nobility that'd be a good plus for us.

>>5072350

Seems like those men are in need of proper employment. Can’t let soldiers wander about out of their uniforms, now can we ?

With confidence and gusto, you begin to approach the guarded entrance. Unsurprisingly, the men begin to shift and move towards you in an intercept. Once you end up face-to-face with two of them, you quickly realize that these bastards are all genetically enhanced, superior strength, speed and senses, standard issue for military specialists’ units, wonder who they pissed off to be kicked down here.

“Buddy, you don’t wanna be here, I suggest you turn about and fuck off.”

Oh, hell no, no one’s going to shit upon Fergus Proenza.

You give a smirk, “and what if I don’t ?”

“Then we’ll beat the shit out of you and let you crawl back to the gutter where you came from.”

>Throw a punch. Violence is not an answer, it is a question and the answer is always yes. (Keeping in line with personality +10 to the roll)

>”Now, now gents. I have an offer that you simply can’t refuse.” You say with a cheeky grin. (Not in line with personality -10 to the roll)

>”Fine gents, I’ll leave.” There are others you can try to recruit.

>(Write-in?)

(Stuff in parentheses, will be shown this time only, so that you guys get an idea how to keep things in line of the ch’s personality. Write-ins that fir the personality even better than what I thought of will get bigger bonuses.)

>>5072542
>>Throw a punch. Violence is not an answer, it is a question and the answer is always yes. (Keeping in line with personality +10 to the roll)

I guess

>>5072542
>>”Now, now gents. I have an offer that you simply can’t refuse.” You say with a cheeky grin. (Not in line with personality -10 to the roll)

Attempting to fight them is suicidal. Our chance of winning this roll despite the -10 penalty is likely to still be higher than our chance of beating them in a fight.

>>5072542
>>Throw a punch. Violence is not an answer, it is a question and the answer is always yes. (Keeping in line with personality +10 to the roll)

>>5072542
>>”Now, now gents. I have an offer that you simply can’t refuse.” You say with a cheeky grin. (Not in line with personality -10 to the roll)

>>5072542
>Throw a punch. Violence is not an answer, it is a question and the answer is always yes. (Keeping in line with personality +10 to the roll)

>>5072542
>Throw a punch. Violence is not an answer, it is a question and the answer is always yes. (Keeping in line with personality +10 to the roll)
Impulsive and skilled, we could probably dunk both of these with a bit of luck.
What if instead of just a punch we opened with a Headbutt and follow that with a kidney punch directly afterwards, that'd be a quick way to incapacitate someone.

Alright 1d100 best of 3 for fighting

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5072602

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5072604

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5072602
Hopefully that's a 102, an impressive result for just a lone unagumented human.

>>5072604
You just killed the guy...

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5072602
Knowing is half the battle. The other half is violence.

>>5072542

You throw a left hook at the smarmy prick, to his credit, or probably to the credit of his genetic enhancement, he sees it coming and catches your left, but what he doesn’t catch is your right sailing straight at his throat. Seems like he wasn’t given top of the shelf enhancements after all.

The man clutches his throat and struggles to breathe. You are about to go in for the kill, when another fist sails and impacts your skull. The other bastard reacted faster than you expected, but you are used to this sort of rough treatment. Quickly side-stepping an incoming kick and ducking under his incoming right, you jump up fast, delivering a blow to his solar plexus, and just for good measure, you give him a nasty kick in the crotch, as he is struggling for air. He begins frothing at the mouth, collapsing on the floor.

The victory celebrations are cut short, as you are barely able to react to a leg sailing towards your chest. Being able to catch it, still you are certain the kick just broke some of your left ribs. Ignoring the pain, you bring your elbow down upon the leg, before your new assailant has any chance to react. The sickening crunch of a leg breaking is followed by the man’s howls.

Once more you jump away, fully expecting another attack, the pricks are coordinated if nothing else, and the attack does come. This time the foe is keeping his distance and fighting conservatively, you bring up your arms to block his blows. Pain is the only thing you feel as the superhuman strength fully shows its capabilities. Your arms are aching and hurting, you can’t keep fighting like this. Dropping your guard, you receive a nasty blow to the nose, wet sensation trickling down your face. Asides from the sting, you charge forward and bring the man down, using your elbow to smash apart his face, leaving a bloody mess.

Rising to your feet, you duck out of the way of a knife, a nasty slash staining the front of your brand-new uniform. Oh, you will hurt that fucker. Keeping distance, you take off your coat, and as the prick lunges at you, you lunge at him. Using the coat, you are able to quickly grab the knife, it now being entangled in it. Using the left elbow, you smash his nose, grab him by the head and drive him downwards where your knee is excited to meet his face. As the guy recoils, you give a him a kick in the guts, and once he’s down, another kick in the ribs.

>>5072666

Just as you turn about, shit ! Another guy’s about to tackle you, you have to-

“Enough ! You’ve already made clowns of yourselves !” A rather authoritative voice cuts in. Turning about, you spot a man who has emerged from the entrance. A guy reaching about 1,80 meters in height, with short cut blonde hair and brown eyes, a nasty scar running down his face. A body build you’d expect to see from a gene-soldier.

“I think you humiliated my men well enough today, who the hell are you.”

“Me ? Well, I am the best damn thing that has ever happened in your and your men’s lives. Commander Fergus Proenza. Of Wolf-class frigate, WCF-XN-798…a name in progress, I assure you. And it so happens that I am short on manpower, so I decided that you will be my marines. How about it ?”

“You assaulted my men, beat the shit out of them, because you want us to serve you ? Are you fucking insane !?”

“I prefer the term, action-oriented. So, what’ll be ? It’s not like you have many options, based from what I saw, you guys should have been the cream of the crop, but look at you. At the seedy part of a backwater, frontier space station, hardly a worthy posting now is it ? Not to mention, the guy that just disappeared, the moron in a cloak, I bet my year’s salary, that was a noble. Probably a noble that you, or whomever ordered you, had a grudge against. Am I wrong ?”

You cannot help smiling wider and wider as the man’s face continues to grow darker. You’ve got him.

A moment of pondering later, he grits his teeth and says. “Fine, fuck it. Where do you need us captain ?”

“Dock 5 in the middle levels, present yourselves to Warrant officer Gavril Radu. He’ll help you guys settle in.”

With that done, the men begin to depart, you yourself are standing tall and unmoving during the entire time. And once they are gone, the adrenaline wears off. The barely held back pain begins to grow ever worse as you begin hobbling your beaten ass to a nearby med-station. Can’t show weakness in front of your new recruits after all.

A couple of hours later, a few bandages slapped on you. Once more you find yourself at the mid-section docks. Where you are greeted by the sight of Gavril and some of the bigger guys from the crew more or less dragging people in menial uniform aboard your ship. That’s one way to do it you suppose. At the end of the day, this is going to be Gavril’s headache, not yours.

>>5072668

“Captain, some scary fuckers you managed to find. Didn’t even notice them when they sneaked up on me. They are already settling in the marine quarters. From what grave did you dig them out off ?”

“Lower ones, they are all flesh and blood, I can confirm that. So, no need to worry. Anyways, I need a shower and some rest. Inform me if anything happens.”

Once you reach your room, taking a quick cold shower, you hit the sack and pass out.

Your sweet dreams are interrupted by the sound of your communicator going off. Through glazed over eyes you read the message informing you of an assembly about your appointment will be held in 3 hours.

>Gotta look good on day one. After preparing yourself, you should head there soon as you’re able.

>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.

>There’s still much of the station you haven’t really seen yet. You could always wonder about for a while.

>(Write in?)

>>5072670
>>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.

>>5072670
>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.
Get the formal introduction with the Marines and Menials over and done with, 3 hours should be enough for that. Afterwards head over directly to the meeting, we're already going to get the stink eye from every noble on this dump, better to give them as little ammunition as possible against us.

>>5072670
>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.

>>5072670
>>>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all

>>5072670
>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.
We can't impress them with our dress. We are not noble after all and if we would try they would call us an upjumped commoner.

>>5072670
>>Gotta look good on day one. After preparing yourself, you should head there soon as you’re able.

>>5072670
>There’s still much of the station you haven’t really seen yet. You could always wonder about for a while.

>>5072670
>>Gotta look good on day one. After preparing yourself, you should head there soon as you’re able.

>>5072670
>>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.

>>5072670
>>You’ve got time. Talk with Gavril about your new crew. You should also get to know your new marines; they will be responsible for your life after all.

>>5072670

With a pained groan, you get up and begin going about your daily routine. An hour or so later, you are fresh, prepped and ready to go. Popping out, you beeline towards Gavril’s quarters and begin knocking at his door. Once muffled curses are heard on the other end, you become certain that Gavril is awake.

The door pops open and the annoyed Warrant Officer greets you as usual. “Captain, what the fuck do you want so early in the morn.”

“Gotta do my duty, Gavril, gotta do my duty. Anyways, tell me about our new crewmen. I want to know when they can be ready, since I just got summons and they better be ready when we leave dock.”

“Right, right, come in, I’ll give you the list.” You step inside Gavril’s room and remember how much it sucked to be a rank-and-file. The room itself is closer to a prison cell, just enough room for a bed, a toilet and a sink. As well as a small drawer with a lamp atop of it. The luxuries of the highest-ranking NCO of the vessel. The crammed rooms of your average spaceman are even worse. Same sized room, four sweaty and tired spacemen shoved in there. Your nostrils burn at the memories.

“So, most of the guys we got, we roughed up from the midsection. I thought that we’d be sent out soon, call it intuition. Might take a while to instil them with some proper discipline, but once under fire, they’ll operate just as well as the rest of us. I’ll make sure to keep them inline, but if shit goes down, I hope you’ll be there to calm them down. As for the marines, well, they’ve been keeping to themselves, I ain’t approaching them.” Gavril says with a straight face. “You brought them home, you’ve gotta look after them, captain.”

“Got it, speaking of the marines, I am going there right now. Have everyone ready, we might be leaving today.” You say as you depart and begin moving towards the marine’s quarters.

Reaching the quarters, you see them guarded by men in power armour. Seems like your new troops are settling in. You pass them without any obstruction, the guards do not even bother to salute you as you pass. You’re not certain how to feel about this, on one hand, they should salute you as the superior officer, on the other, forcing them might just make them push back more, kinda like you did.

Entering the quarters proper, the sound of armour and rifles being loaded dominates the room. The men appear to be in the middle of preparing themselves, looking like proper soldiers and not like common thugs they did previously. As they notice you, the room grows quiet. One guy in the corner moves his armour plating to protect his crotch, you are confused for a second until you remember just how strongly you had hit him there yesterday. Whilst you are observing the room, the same blonde man stands up and approaches you, half in his armour, he towers over you.

>>5072936

“Commander Fergus Proenza, I guess it’s time to make proper introductions. I am Lieutenant Baron Schriver. And this is my platoon. We served the Ducal House of Roy for well over a decade. We fought at the frontlines against House Scorpius. Being part of the formations that saw the longest active deployment time. We were slated for transfer to the Ducal Guard, but the death of Duke Korvin Roy and the following succession crisis saw us on the losing end. We were not important enough to be saved at the end, but skilled enough to be spared execution and be sent out here.”

He pauses for a second, before clearing his throat and speaking once more. “That’s it to our story and our previous loyalties. It might take a while for my men to start respecting you, but you did kick their asses quite thoroughly. Prove yourself a capable captain and we’ll stand besides you like any loyal man of a household’s guards.”

You nod before stating. “Don’t worry Baron, you’ll see that I am quite capable. Just make sure that my ship is safe and sound. Oh, and if the new crew give you lip, make sure that they are disciplined. That’s all gents, I’ve got a meeting to get to. Dismissed.”

Departing the quarters, you make your way towards the designated conference room. The marines guarding it halt you and demand identification, which you grudgingly provide. Once you enter the room proper, the strong stench of cigars burns your nostrils. Inside you are greeted by the sight of three men and one woman. They appear to be in a middle of a fancy meal, though no booze flows, shouldn’t things like these be done after an important conference meeting ? The sound of cutlery impacting porcelain comes to a halt. All eyes turning to you. Gazing upon the table, you see no cutlery laid out for you, at the very least there’s a chair you suppose. Striding inside the deathly silent room, you take the empty seat. The silence continues, for a few minutes, before the man sitting at the head of the table claps his hands. Servants enter and quickly begin clearing out the table. Once they are finished, once more the man at the head begins to talk.

“Commander Fergus Proenza, fashionably late I see.”

What the fuck does he mean fashionably late ? There’s still an hour before the meeting. You wonder.

The confusion on your face must show, as the man begins explaining “For a moment I forgot that you are a commoner. Allow me to explain: hours before an official deployment meeting is spent dining, as means of building rapport and trust amongst the captains of designated detachments…”

You want to punch the holier-than-thou prick.

>>5072938

“…Now that you have arrived however. I suppose we have to reintroduce ourselves. I am Viscount-Captain Desimir Kubler, in command of Light Cruiser “Relentless seeker”. I will be in command of the upcoming operations. Until our grouping is split up, I shall also be your immediate superior officer…”

The way he speaks sounds like a five-year old. Probably has the mind of one.

“This is Lord-Commander Lambart Stroot, in command of a Wolf-class frigate, WCF-SL-8145.” The young man simply eyes you, doing nothing more. “Lord-Commander Marc Ahsing, in command of a Defender-class frigate, DCF-DX-351” The kid, as that is all he really is, looks you up and down before giving you a firm nod. “And finally, Lady-Commander Rasia Alpizar, in command of a Wolf-class frigate, WCF-PR-100.” The woman appears to be in her thirties, and is entirely ignoring you.

“Since such lovely introductions are done. I am simply Commander Fergus Proenza, as you are no doubt aware, and I meritoriously achieved command of a Wolf-class frigate, WCF-XN-798. Since I had so rudely interrupted your lunch, I’d rather know the goal of our operation sooner rather than later.” Oh, that seemed to tick them off. Especially that Viscount and his stupid moustache, could he make himself look any more evil ?

“Very well.” The Viscount clears his throat. “As you all know, we are the first line of defence for the house from any and all outside imperial forces. We shall form a patrol detachment and explore the nearby star systems. The local settlements there are not officially part of the Empire, but they have pledged their loyalties to our lord’s most esteemed house, as such we must ensure their safety. We’ve had reports of uptick in piratical activity in the area, so I want you all to stay vigilant. Our entire formation will consist of our vessels as well as one medium range tanker ship. That ship must be guarded at all costs, I’d rather not get stranded in the middle of potentially hostile territory. We are to depart in 3 hours. That is all. Those who wish to leave may do so.” With the not so subtle hint out of the way, you stand up and depart the room.

Reaching your ship, you order the crew to prepare to depart. Sensing your bad mood, Gavril keeps quite until the given time for rallying.

Now that you are able to get a better look, you see the Viscount’s Light Cruiser:

The ship is 550 meters in length, with two hangar bays jutting out from its sides, you do not know the complement, but if it is standard, it should house 12 spacecraft and 6 bomber craft. A contingent more than capable of blowing you into space dust. The top and bottom holds 8 laser turrets each, while on each side you spot 4 mounted space ship class railgun turrets. Over all, the vessel looks like a tough nut to crack, but if all of the frigate captains turned on him, you reckon you could take him down, too bad no one’s on your side for such an endeavour.

>>5072940

Once the ships form up, you begin heading towards the system’s star. The glass compensating for the ever-increasing brightness, just as you begin to hug the super-heated plasma, order is given and the neutronium reactor is engaged. The ship rattles and a sickening sensation takes over you, as the ship performs a shift into the 5th dimension, the gravity waves generated by the star hurl you outwards from the system. Seems like the Abyssal Tide is friendly today, as no ships are thrown off course. The pitch darkness outside your window still unnerves you and anyone else, you decide that it would be best for bridge morale to put down the shutters.

And so, the journey continues for boring 6 days, until your sensor reading indicate that the waves generated by the star you are heading towards are now slowing you down, once more the neutronium reactor is engaged, its obscene energy generation allowing your ship to fight against the tide. Once the Light Cruiser finds itself too heavy to be able to propulse itself, the command is given to drop back to real space. As the ship shudders and groans, the creepy pitch darkness is replaced by the creepy darkness with white dots in it. Still you are in system.

“To all frigate captains, spread out and begin system sweep, if you find something strange inform me immediately.” Comes the Viscount’s voice.

Well, he seems willing to give quite some leeway to his subordinates, maybe he isn’t that bad after all. Though it could just be a ruse to steal credit, you wouldn’t be surprised.

This leaves you with a few options:

>Dive closer to the system’s star – Arawan Celeste, a K main sequence orange star. If anyone wants to jump out of system, they will have to get close to it. The best place to intercept any runners.

>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

>The surrounding asteroid ring, no better place to hide for would be raiders, dangerous place to explore as your sensors will be thrown out of whack, but you’ll manage.

>>5072943
>>Dive closer to the system’s star – Arawan Celeste, a K main sequence orange star. If anyone wants to jump out of system, they will have to get close to it. The best place to intercept any runners.

>>5072943
>Dive closer to the system’s star – Arawan Celeste, a K main sequence orange star. If anyone wants to jump out of system, they will have to get close to it. The best place to intercept any runners.
So far this universe is giving me a very strong battletech vibe, with a lot less mechs and a lot more racism.

>>5072943
>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

>>5072943
>>Dive closer to the system’s star – Arawan Celeste, a K main sequence orange star. If anyone wants to jump out of system, they will have to get close to it. The best place to intercept any runners.

>>5072943
>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

>>5072943
>>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

>>5072943
>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

I don’t trust the nobles to properly protect them

>>5072943

>>5072943
>>Arawan Celeste II, known as Lualea. It is a small planetoid, but rich in rare materials, mainly uranium. It can be considered important, due to man’s never ending need to make a bigger bomb. If there’s anything worth a damn stealing, it would be these ores. You will also be protecting the 400k souls eking out a living down there. They have no shipyards, and the space station itself is only 2 kilometres in length.

>>5072943

“Helmsman, set heading for Lualea. Full speed ahead.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Responds the helmsman

The cold fusion reactor once more takes the prime spot in your ship’s engines. Generating propulsion and rapidly pushing your vessel towards Lualea.

As you look at the system’s information, you see how the rest of the fleet is dispersing:

Lambart is heading towards the asteroid ring. Rasia is diving closer to the star. The Viscount is positioning himself somewhere in between the three locations, being able to reinforce any position within a reasonable time-frame. What surprises you the most though, is the fact that, young lord Marc has fallen in formation with your ship. Acting as an escort in an intercept formation. If nothing else, he knows how to use his defender.

As you approach the world, you are flagged down by the local PDF. The station you notice has an armament capability of a couple of heavy cruisers. A joke in the core, but more than capable deterrent on the frontier. A couple of M.A.G. cannons, a few rail gun turrets and a couple of dozen laser turrets. The PDF number in half a dozen. The ships are tiny compared to your vessel. Most reaching only about 50 meters in length, with their only armament being a single rail gun turret, and even that is locked at ship’s front, incapable of turning.

Falling into a stable orbit, you sit around for a couple of hours, growing ever-increasingly bored. Eventually your communications officer turns to you and says:

“Captain, we are being hailed by DCF-DX-351. Shall I put him through on the bridge or your quarters ?”

>The bridge

>Your quarters

(Voting will be short for this one, will write in an hour or so.)

>>5073371

>>5073371
>Your quarters

No need to be formal

>>5073373
I don’t think your votes are going through my friend

>>5073371
>>The bridge

>>5073374
>>5073371

Don’t want another deadlock so I’ll switch to >Bridge

>>5073371
>Your quarters

>>5073371
>>The bridge

>>5073371
>Your quarters

“Put it through.”

The hologram in front of you begins to shift and change. And the appearance of the young lord dominates the middle of the bridge.

“Ah, greetings, erm…” The boy’s clearly flustered, thinking on how he should address you.

“Fergus is fine.”

“Fergus, right then.” He clears his throat. “I simply wished to extend my greetings. We were unable to get to know each other before the beginning of our assignment. I look forward towards working with you. In these trying times having a reliable comrade is of paramount importance. That’s ummm, everything I wanted to say.”

The line gets cut at that; the kid’s too nervous.

“The succession crisis really did a number on us. Far worse than I originally thought.” Baron, due being in charge of security having to stay at the bridge, voices his thoughts. “If such untested whelps are put in charge of entire vessels.”

“I damn well hope he won’t crash into us in a panic. Last damn thing we need when under fire.” Adds Gavril.

“We’ll have to see. If the brat fucks up, I will personally teach him a lesson. No need to worry you two.”

Both men simply grunt in agreement before going silent.

Seconds tick by, before turning into minutes, and soon into an hour. You always thought how dashing and glorious being in the navy was, but it turned out be nothing more than soul crushing boredom about 90% of the time.

Just as you are about to pass out in the captain’s chair, blaring beeps wake you. The panicking comms officer turn to you:

“Captain ! WCF-SL-8145 reports that he has engaged enemy forces in the asteroid belt ! “Relentless seeker” is moving to assist. Reported contacts number three frigate equivalents. Your orders ?”

>Engines to full, we must get there as swiftly as possible !

>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away.

>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away, but you should probably command Marc to go over to assist. He seemed willing to listen to your orders.

>(Write in?)

>>5073399
>Engines to full, we must get there as swiftly as possible !

this is probably the most in line with our personality so we probably get a bonus with this choice

>>5073399
>>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away, but you should probably command Marc to go over to assist. He seemed willing to listen to your orders.

If Marc comes help them, it will be one wolf-class frigate, one defender-class frigate and one light cruiser against three frigate equivalents. So long as the report is correct our side will be at an advantage.

We should stay where we are in case this is indeed a distraction.

>>5073399
>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away, but you should probably command Marc to go over to assist. He seemed willing to listen to your orders.

>>5073399
>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away, but you should probably command Marc to go over to assist. He seemed willing to listen to your orders.

>>5073399
>Engines to full, we must get there as swiftly as possible!

Half tempted to order Marc to remain on standby, but that's not cohesive to team-building, and the Viscount specifically said that Captains need to be able to trust each other. We ditch Marc we miss an opportunity to gain some standing in this wing.

>>5073399
>Engines to full

>>5073399
>Hold orbit. This could be a distraction to draw your forces away.
Thinking about it I rather not let our friend go for now. If nothing happens after a couple minutes we go full throttle to help the others.

Engines to full 3

Hold and send Marc 3

Hold with Marc 1

If there won't be a tie breaker. I will make a roll for the first two options.

>>5073663
I will change to send Marc

>>5073399

With the space station and the local PDF at your back, you feel confidant in the fact that you can hold this position, if it comes to worse. Keeping that in mind you turn towards your comms officer.

“Connect me to Marc.”

With a quick nod, the officer carries out your orders. It does not take long for Marc to once more materialize in front of you.

“Marc, I want you to go and assist the Viscount. I can hold this position myself. With the asteroids all around them, they’ll need the AS capabilities of your vessel.”

“Oh, I…uh, I understand. I will depart immediately.” With that, Marc once more cuts out.

Through the window of the bridge, you see his ship powering up, the defender-class swiftly picking up speed and becoming a barely distinguishable dot.

“Well captain, would you look at that. First posting and you are already ordering around a blue-blood. Never thought I’d see the day.” Quips Gavril.

“Wait around long enough and I will be commanding an entire fleet of blue-bloods. Try not to die from the shock when that happens.” Smirking you reply to Gavril.

“Can’t way to see it captain.”

In a few minutes, your comms officer turns to you, and in a panicked voice says:

“Captain ! WCF-SL-8145s left wing has been crippled. They are reporting hull breaches across the ship ! DCF-DX-351 is currently engaged in fierce combat with a damaged enemy frigate-class. “Relentless seeker” has destroyed one frigate-class, but…” The man’s voice trails off, his face becoming increasingly pale. “I have confirmed reports that the enemy has deployed an exo-suit. It has also attached itself to “Relentless seeker” and is currently boring through their left hangar bay doors.”

Well shit. How did a bunch of pirates manage to get their hands on an exo-suit ? The damned thing is hardly a threat to a ship, that is until it manages to attach itself. Once that is done, the chances of survival drop drastically to any poor bastards caught by it.

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“The Viscount has ordered all ships to rally to him ! Shall I send confirmation, captain ?”

“Ye-“ Your voice is cut short, as another officer reports:

“Captain ! Our sensors picked up 4 frigate-class heading straight for the station !”

“On screen, now !” You demand. Not long after, a tactical layout appears.

You see 4 frigates at maximum burn heading straight for the space station. 2 your sensors recognize as Wolf-Class, whilst the other two are unknown. Pirates are fond of modifying their ships, you’ll figure out their armament when they start shooting at you. Still, you recognize their chassis as one belonging to Strike-class frigates. If they are laden down with missile, the space station stands no chance.

The local PDF force has been thrown into panic. Though you suppose something good has come of it:

“Captain, the local PDF are deferring to your leadership, sir !” Quickly shouts out the comms officer.

>They can handle this themselves; my orders are to assist the Viscount.

>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.

>Align your ships with the station, throw enough flak into front of them, and the charge will become their last.

>A brilliant scheme (Write in)?

>>5073740
>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.
>The objective of our ship's onslaught along with those of the pdf will be to cross the middle of the enemy formation causing as much damage as possible, heading towards the Viscount's forces. Worst case scenario we obeyed our orders and gave the station a good chance to defend itself, best case scenario the first enemy force will be too damaged to destroy the station and we will be able to flank the second force which will be totally destroyed.

>>5073740
>>Align your ships with the station, throw enough flak into front of them, and the charge will become their last.

>>5073740
>Align your ships with the station, throw enough flak into front of them, and the charge will become their last.
Wow, this station has a lot of Dakka.

I don't think our other friends are gonna be doing so good.
It is 3-2 ships currently for them with Marc taking on an injured ship so he should be able to win that alone. Considering what the comms officer described I believe Rasia is not at the belt yet but I am sure if she reaches there then the battle is won. Don't know if we told the Viscount yet about this secondary attack but I am sure he has noticed. If we can win here then we can drag the PDF units with us to help out the others if the fight is still ongoing.

>>5073740
>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.
Aggressively pursue the enemy flank. Attempt to get as many M.A.G shots in to the closest modified Striker before we have to clash with the Wolf-class on the flank, and have the station prioritize their M.A.G on the same target. If we can kill one we lessen the chance that any missiles of their volley can strike the station.

The PDF units on our flank should follow us in on the Wolf frigate after we destroy the first Missile boat, the other flank should harass the Wolf frigate on the left flank from a distance while the station finishes off the other Striker.

>>5073740
>>Align your ships with the station, throw enough flak into front of them, and the charge will become their last.

Make sure we stay close enough to the station so that the pirate ships can't get in range to attack us without entering the range of the static defenses.

>>5073740
>>Align your ships with the station, throw enough flak into front of them, and the charge will become their last.

>>5073740
>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.

>>5073740
>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.

>>5073740
>>Rally the PDF vessel, we are going to meet their charge.

4 Align

5 rally

Give me 1d100 best of 3

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5074350

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5074350

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5074350

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“Comms, have the PDF on our side follow my lead. Have the other flank harass that wolf-class. I want the station to concentrate on those striker-class. Helmsman, full throttle. I want to be in knife-fighting range. Gunnery, concentrate fire upon the closest striker-class, once we close the distance shift onwards to that wolf-class.”

With the orders given, the PDF begin moving as commanded. The station opens first, M.A.G. cannon rounds firing at extreme range. It finds little purchase, as the frigates are too manoeuvrable in such distances. With your own fleet in intercept, the distance closes swiftly, your own cannon flairs to life, super-charged rounds are fired off, making your ship quake, the railguns begin unloading their endless stream of bullets. The local PDF alongside you throwing in whatever they can. The left flank sees the PDF struggling to hold on against the enemy wolf-class, as the first kill of the day is achieved. One of the PDF patrol boats get clipped by an accurate railgun round, losing control of their engines only for the enemy’s M.A.G. cannon to deliver an accurate killing blow. The vessel explodes in brilliant crimson, littering the surrounding space with debris.

The foe’s minor victory is cut short, as a M.A.G. round from your ship makes a dead-accurate shot onto one of the strike-class hulls, sheering the engines of the ship clean off. With it immobilized, the station’s main cannon has a much easier time targeting it, the round cuts the vessel in half. At this point and time, the enemy wolf-class has moved to engage you. Whilst the remaining strike-class is still going full speed ahead onto the station, with no signs of stopping. It enters the range of the station’s railguns, the area in front of it now filled with flak, but it doesn’t stop. And as you stare at it, wondering if the pirates have a suicide wish, a new engine reading begins to show inside the ship. You have no idea what that is, but the sinking feeling in your gut makes you think of a worse case scenario. They may have more than one exo-suit. If the ship is just a shell and means of delivery, the station will be torn apart by the rampaging machine.

While the battle rages on, your comm officer delivers more bad news:

“Captain ! Commander Alpizar is reporting that she has engaged two frigate equivalents next to the star. She is unable to assist the Viscount !”

“And the Viscount himself ?” You query.

“No reports forthcoming, sir !”

“Sir !” Cuts in the sensor’s officer. “I have detected detonation in the asteroid field !”

“Can you ascertain who it is ?”

“No sir, too much interference !”

>You have bigger issues to worry about, the wolf-class seems quite determined to be on your tail. You have to destroy it first.

>If your gut’s telling the truth, allowing that striker-class close will see your local advantage disappear, you have to take it down even if it risks your ship.

>A brilliant scheme (Write in)?

>>5074396
>If your gut’s telling the truth, allowing that striker-class close will see your local advantage disappear, you have to take it down even if it risks your ship.

>>5074396
>If your gut’s telling the truth, allowing that striker-class close will see your local advantage disappear, you have to take it down even if it risks your ship.
If there is an Exo-suit in that ship and it makes contact with the station, it is Game Over. We have to take it down otherwise the situation becomes untenable. If we break the Striker the station can defend itself against the Wolf frigates and we can pull out if we're not terribly damaged and assist either Alpizar or the Viscount.

>>5074396
>>If your gut’s telling the truth, allowing that striker-class close will see your local advantage disappear, you have to take it down even if it risks your ship.

We must defend the station at all costs.

>>5074396
>>If your gut’s telling the truth, allowing that striker-class close will see your local advantage disappear, you have to take it down even if it risks your ship.

Taking down the striker it is.

1d100 best of 3

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>507447
I'm feeling lucky today.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5074465

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>5074465
Yo

>>5074477
Hahahaha we're dead

>>5074481
Best of 3

>>5074490
See dice rules >>5070168

>>5074493
Bruh

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Reacting quickly, you tell your helmsman:

“Ignore the wolf-class. Intercept that striker-class. Gunners, all fire towards that striker-class.”

Your ship makes a hard right, your weapons trailing the striker. The railguns deliver blow after blow, you see some piercing the thick armour plating, but nothing that slows the vessel down. A M.A.G. round from you ship however, manages a successful shot. One giant hole from top to bottom had now formed on the striker, you see its engines beginning to fail.

Just as your heart begins to calm, you look on in horror as the ship sails straight at the station carried by inertia. Then, out of its darkened hull, an object leaps out, powerful engines going full throttle. You see an 8-legged exo-suit, slam into the side of the station, then from one of its legs, emerges the longest high-frequency blade you’ve ever seen. One of the station’s M.A.G. cannon is cleanly cleaved off. Powerful rail guns mounted at the suits front begin firing, destroying the stations own. Then, a blindingly powerful laser from underneath the machine fires off, boring its way through the layers of armour. The machine is skittering about, making any attempts to fire at it difficult.

Just as you want to continue the chase, your vessel is rocked, knocking anyone who was standing down.

“Captain, impacts upon our stern and starboard. The armour’s holding, but we can’t take another volley like that !” Shouts out Gavril, whilst looking over one of the consoles.

Looking over your tactical situation, you see that the battle on the left is finished, the local PDF have been annihilated, but the enemy’s wolf-class had to pay a price for. Based on the readings it seems that one of the PDF ships rather than be simply destroyed managed to ram itself at the wolf-class. Its M.A.G. cannon now disabled and the crew disoriented means that you have some time before it rejoins the fray. Meanwhile, one of the PDF vessels on your flank was destroyed, it seems to have intercepted most of the fire the pirate wolf-class had directed at you.

“Comms, what’s the situation of the rest of the detachment ?”

“Sir, Commander Alpizar reports that she is combat ineffective, her vessel has taken too much damage, but she was able to put to rout the pirate frigates, she reports that they are in no better situation than she.”

“And the Viscount ?”

“No reports yet, sir.”

>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.

>It will be a tricky shot, but a M.A.G. round will put an exo-suit dead. Presuming you don’t miss, for if you do, you not only just damaged the station, but also gave it a quick way in.

>A brilliant scheme (Write in)?

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The A.I. driven robot. If you guys are curious.

>>5074536
>>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.

>>5074536
>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.

>>5074538
Looks like a replicator from Stargate

>>5074536
>It will be a tricky shot, but a M.A.G. round will put an exo-suit dead. Presuming you don’t miss, for if you do, you not only just damaged the station, but also gave it a quick way in.

>>5074536
>>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.

The station is gone, forget about it. Fire on the nearby wolf-class. Order the two PDF vessels near us to attack the wolf-class as well. We need to take it out ASAP, before the other wolf-class recovers.

>>5074536
>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.

>>5074536
>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.
Can we send the PDF ships to attempt to swat the Exo Suit? They're small enough that they can get in close for a good shot and their guns aren't the same caliber as our M.A.G so they won't cause as much damage to the station.

>>5074536
>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.
>PDF, take out that exo-suit!

>>5074580

They could try ramming it of. Exo-suits are built with some of the most expensive and toughest materials known to man. Their railguns won't do much against it, unless it is a prolonged bombardment.

>>5074536
>It will be a tricky shot, but a M.A.G. round will put an exo-suit dead. Presuming you don’t miss, for if you do, you not only just damaged the station, but also gave it a quick way in.

>>5074536
>Turnabout, you can only hope that the station lasts long enough for you to take care of the pirate wolf-classes.
Can’t we let our PDF ships to shoot it down?

>>5074590
Then I think we send them to deal with it. If they can ram it off the station it has no way to get back on it, and if it starts tearing their ship apart they can hopefully hit the escape pods before it can do serious damage.

Alright, anons want to engage the wolf-classes.

Now then, I've seen some murmurings about the PDF.

>Have them assist you

>Let them take care of the exo-suit

(Voting will last for 1 hour before I start writing.)

>>5074671
>Let them take care of the exo-suit

>>5074671
>>Have them assist you

The enemy wolf class has already scored one hit on us, we can't duel it.

>>5074671
>Let them take care of the exo-suit
If they can save the station the Wolf frigates are fucked. They can't take both us and the Station, even if the station has taken damage already.

>>5074671
>Let them take care of the exo-suit