[X] Plan: Race for Space
[X] Chopper
[X] Chopper
Quest Deep Periphery Quest (Battletech Sandbox Empire Builder)
- Thread starter LordSunhawk
- Start date
The Lorentz factor at 0.42 c is barely over 1.1. it doesn't make any difference going from six Xinchubs to 5.4 Xinchubs. It's still a dinosaur killer several times over.
And it has to cancel out for energy to be conserved. The energy the fusion torch puts into accelerating the ship has to wind up as KE one way or another. It can't drop in efficiency at higher speeds without changing the waste heat which would require a special frame since the ship is always at rest relative to itself.
Turn 21 - Results and <insert clever name here>
Turn 21 - Results and <insert clever name here>
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This evening well and truly sucked.
Your little man. Your baby boy.
Was taking his girlfriend out on a date.
And you weren’t there to supervise and make sure the hussy did nothing inappropriate! Hand Holding and Soulful Gazes were lewd enough! No, TOO LEWD. They needed to be sitting at least six feet apart from each other! No, 10 feet! With chaperones! And…
Yes, you are a nervous wreck.
Never mind that you actually approve of Alita and find her a truly wonderful girl. Never mind that when you manage to think rationally about things that you fully approve of the relationship and think it is a wonderful thing that your little man has found somebody already (you are totally not jealous).
Never mind that you actually helped organize this entire outing with Alita’s mother! Sure, Sergeant-Major Ngo had told you that she’d assigned a ‘suitable sergeant’ from the Queen’s Own, and ordinarily you’d consider Sergeant Jackson to be a wonderful bodyguard. But then the old softy had firmly rejected your proposal that he bring along the rest of his squad with him for close protection detail and an entire battalion for distant protection!
On the other hand, you had arranged for Janet to send along agents to take pictures of everything that happened with strict orders to keep any other photographers well away. Indeed, you’d jokingly authorized her to feed any paparazzi to the dire penguins.
Although you weren’t sure if that constituted cruelty to dire penguins.
You’d have to check with Janet about that.
But considering that Sekhmet and Bastet had caught a paparazzo hiding in a closet in the beach house you’d rented on Capricorn for a family vacation, with a microcamera that was peeping into not only your shower but also your daughter's shower…
Well, said jackass would be spending the rest of his miserable life considering his life choices, as you’d not been amused.
Not been amused at all.
But your mind was wandering. Jeremy and Alita. Alone together (Sergeant Jackson didn’t count, the softy would probably not bat an eye at lewd hand holding!). Without you there to supervise.
You really hated this part of your kids growing up. And just to think that you had more sons, and then your daughters… you were going to go gray prematurely at this rate!
Willis, of course, with that exquisite sense of timing he has, then comes in and decides to give you one of his patented shoulder massages. OK, you’ll survive this…
So when the kids return (before curfew, thank the Lord) you manage to keep all the worry and stress you’d been feeling hidden away. They really were cute together, after all.
Of course, the minor fact that they were dating and had, according to Sergeant Jackson, been incredibly cute together, did not stop Jeremy and Alita from competing vigorously against each other in the Junior League championship.
This year Jeremy won, by a hundredth of a second. Alita didn’t seem to mind any, since she promptly gave your son a very public congratulatory kiss that lasted far too long and was far too intense! Having it pointed out that it consisted of an almost instantaneous peck on the lips that maintained contact for less than half a second was far too logical.
Thankfully you managed to keep yourself from visibly reacting.
You look over the yearly reports.
The RRF actually managed to finish the delayed exercises in a reasonably intact and effective manner. The poor Lt who’d been at the center of the epic screw-up with the Avenger air defense hovers had been promoted and was now commanding the reinforced air-defense company, and by all reports was doing well enough.
The first production flight of Goshawks were now based in the expanded space station, providing faster response defense to the orbital platforms that clustered around the station itself. There was room on board for a second flight, but beyond that would require additional stations or improving orbital infrastructure enough to permit more station expansion.
The 1st Interceptor Wing was now at full strength thanks to the reorganization of the Aeroforce. With 36 Gyrfalcon fighters in total, plus a few miscellaneous utility birds, the 1st was the first full strength unit in the Aerospace Force.
You did receive a very strongly worded memo regarding the Aeroforce reorganization from a group that scathingly referred to the new organization as a ‘mindless reversion to past practices’ which ‘diminished the striking power of the Big Wing organizational model’ in favor of pandering to ‘small minded ground force requirements’ when ‘the Big Wing permits the Aeroforce to effortlessly exert battlespace dominance’.
You check and apparently this is not a product of the Department of Periphery Studies, but rather of a clique of retired pilots and Aeroforce officers who have evidently fully bought into the concept of total air battle.
Notably not once in the memo is there a single mention of ‘logistics’ or ‘transport constraints’.
Into the circular file it goes.
You are present when the 3rd Infantry Regiment is formally stood up and presented with the colors. You take the salute as they march in review, in uniform as Queen rather than as Colonel.
When you get back to the Palace you realize that there is a foul conspiracy afoot. Willis is smirking just so, your kids are looking smug, and General Potter is conspicuous in his absence.
You then find your regular uniform has been… altered. With brigadier general stars on the collar points rather than the colonel’s insignia.
The flash as Jeremy takes your picture as you process this rank betrayal swiftly results in Full Parental Vengeance.
Begun, the Foam Wars have. End soon they will not.
And Willis, the miserable traitor, cheats by distributing super soakers to all the kids so they can fight you at range.
OK, so the palace wide foam bat and water gun war is far too much fun for you to be truly upset, and somehow once more word got out and this time the water gun manufacturing industry and their bitter rivals in the foam sword manufacturing industry managed to meet demand with supply.
You are so tempted to make this a yearly tradition at this point.
1st Armored now has their first mechs, with the 1st Battlemech Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Brigade accepting their first lance of Ambush mechs. Moreover, the factory that produces the Ambush has been expanded to allow the production of 8 mechs a year rather than only 4, and a new factory for the new Pathfinder design has been completed on Capricorn.
The rocket troops of 1st Armored are also now at full strength, with the addition of 8 platoons of Arbalest Missile Carriers to their ranks. The unit now provides indirect fire and anti-aircraft support to the entire division.
A large rather triumphant statue commemorating the victory of the Rapid Reaction Force (and ‘affiliated Deathapotamusaurus auxiliaries’ according to the plaque) over the major Kuritan raid on Capricorn is quite impressive while managing to avoid being either pompous or bombastic. It is simply a bronze representation of a Chasseur hovertank caught in an action pose, turret slewed to one side and laser elevated, mounted on a black marble base with all the pertinent details of the engagement laser-etched into the stone.
You rather like it, to tell the truth, and it certainly looks lovely in the park that was chosen as its home.
You get the chance to handle one of the new needle rifles down on the palace firing range. The rate of fire and lethality of the tiny slivers it fires is impressive, along with the very low recoil. However you can already tell that the weapon is next to useless against any sort of body armor. The armorer in charge of the range sets up a small demonstration of the weapons effects, and even the most basic civilian grade body armor worn by beat cops handily shrugs off the needles.
However this isn’t the niche for this weapon. This weapon would be devastating in a boarding action in space, due to both the nearly non-existent recoil and the fact that it simply would not overpenetrate, thus preventing damage to little things like ‘life support’ and ‘things that might make the ship go boom’, while still able to do enough damage to breach most pressure suits.
You also get to handle some of the new support weapons that are being distributed to the troops. An improved infantry SRM is only the tip of the spear, there are also new mortars, and the machine guns, while still being most certainly M2 Brownings, now had improved materials that increased reliability substantially.
You also get to see a test-firing of the new LB-10X Autocannon. As an infantryman, you are horrified at the sheer lethality against infantry that the weapon demonstrates on the range with dummies. As the ultimate CO of the AFGR… you want as many of these guns as you can get, now. The increased range, lower weight, and enhanced lethality of the system are extremely impressive.
You get word from the prisoner interrogations that the latest type of hypnotic drugs used on the captured commandos did absolutely nothing, as they evidently were able to perfectly resist it, however the prisoners weren’t able to break free and none of the false intelligence that they tried to feed the interrogators was believed.
Janet returns to Griffsport feeling quite pleased with herself. The Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police were finally operational, and had passed their first operational test with flying colors as they managed to finally convince the Periphery Studies idiots that the next step in a proper civil rights protest was to escape from custody and go home to write a new manifesto.
The fact that there was a prompt requisition for many boxes of crayons has you a bit worried that they might actually be taking this manifesto writing thing seriously. But you’d worry about that later.
Needless to say, the judicial system has now been fully extended over Castor and is simply waiting for the completion of the ports on Pollux to be extended there as well.
On that front, the Coast Guard reports that they’ve completed the initial charting survey and have marked multiple navigational hazards. Shipping is finally starting to resume and things should be back to normal by Q1 of next year.
Finally, the test flights for the Eagle ASF have gone extremely well, with the bird exceeding every single target metric. The weaponry comes in for particular praise, as the designers had replicated the semi-modular pods that were used on the Fox Terrier missile hovertanks for the 8cm and 5cm lasers on the Eagle, leading to simplified logistics. In addition, the targeting and tracking system was proving exceptional with hit rates well above predicted norms.
Willis tells you that as far as he can tell, every single pilot in the Aeroforce wants to be flying one of these new birds yesterday.
Incidentally, with the new orbital formation standing up you need to select a commander for the unit. General Potter has forwarded you the names of the four most senior officers in line for promotion to the position for your consideration.
Meta-Event Roll - 17
Dynasty Luck Roll - 22
Approval Roll - 3 degrees of success
Approval Change Roll - 5 degrees of success
Political Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure
Research Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure (effect nullified by critical success roll)
Economic Rating Roll - 1 degree of failure - -.5% GDP Growth
Crown Influence Roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS, nullified negative research roll
Commons Influence Roll - 8 - FAIL
Lords Influence Roll - 3 - SUCCESS
Economic Roll - no roll due to event
POP Change roll - +10% POP growth
Dynasty Luck Roll - 22
Approval Roll - 3 degrees of success
Approval Change Roll - 5 degrees of success
Political Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure
Research Rating Roll - 4 degrees of failure (effect nullified by critical success roll)
Economic Rating Roll - 1 degree of failure - -.5% GDP Growth
Crown Influence Roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS, nullified negative research roll
Commons Influence Roll - 8 - FAIL
Lords Influence Roll - 3 - SUCCESS
Economic Roll - no roll due to event
POP Change roll - +10% POP growth
Hopper H1-X
A little less effective than the M1A, but simpler construction (no endosteel requirement) and swift to serve as a proper scout
Comprehensive survey of shipping lanes [85]
Target - 85
Roll - 34
Result - SUCCESS
Restructure ASF units [85]
Target - 85
Roll - 53
Result - SUCCESS
Purchase New Units
-1 Flight Gyrfalcon [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 21
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Flight Goshawk [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 42
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Lance Ambush Light Mech [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Regiment (27 Platoons) Foot Infantry [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
-8 Platoons Arbalest [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 31
Result - SUCCESS
-2 Platoons Avenger AAA Hovertank [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 35
Result - SUCCESS
Build a Battlemech Factory outside Huế mới [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 10
Result - SUCCESS
Expand Factory 3 (Griffport Mech Factory) [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 2
Result - SUCCESS
CULTURE - Monuments Ho! [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 73
Result - SUCCESS
LB-10X Autocannon [55]
Target - 55
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
Infantry Support Weapons lvl 2 [110]
Target - 110
Roll - 85
Result - SUCCESS
Infantry Weapons - Lvl 2 (Needler) [110]
Target - 110
Roll - 86
Result - SUCCESS
Interrogate POWs [65]
Target - 65
Roll - 64
Result - SUCCESS
Establish Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police* [65]
Target - 65
Roll - 70
Result - Bare FAILURE (automatic next turn)
Setup judicial system in new settlement area* [auto]
Training [$1325]
-RRF (Autosucceeds this turn)
Field Test Eagle ASF [95]
Target - 95
Roll - 3
Result - SUCCESS
Quirk roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS
A little less effective than the M1A, but simpler construction (no endosteel requirement) and swift to serve as a proper scout
Comprehensive survey of shipping lanes [85]
Target - 85
Roll - 34
Result - SUCCESS
Restructure ASF units [85]
Target - 85
Roll - 53
Result - SUCCESS
Purchase New Units
-1 Flight Gyrfalcon [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 21
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Flight Goshawk [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 42
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Lance Ambush Light Mech [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
-1 Regiment (27 Platoons) Foot Infantry [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
-8 Platoons Arbalest [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 31
Result - SUCCESS
-2 Platoons Avenger AAA Hovertank [60]
Target - 60
Roll - 35
Result - SUCCESS
Build a Battlemech Factory outside Huế mới [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 10
Result - SUCCESS
Expand Factory 3 (Griffport Mech Factory) [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 2
Result - SUCCESS
CULTURE - Monuments Ho! [75]
Target - 75
Roll - 73
Result - SUCCESS
LB-10X Autocannon [55]
Target - 55
Roll - 50
Result - SUCCESS
Infantry Support Weapons lvl 2 [110]
Target - 110
Roll - 85
Result - SUCCESS
Infantry Weapons - Lvl 2 (Needler) [110]
Target - 110
Roll - 86
Result - SUCCESS
Interrogate POWs [65]
Target - 65
Roll - 64
Result - SUCCESS
Establish Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police* [65]
Target - 65
Roll - 70
Result - Bare FAILURE (automatic next turn)
Setup judicial system in new settlement area* [auto]
Training [$1325]
-RRF (Autosucceeds this turn)
Field Test Eagle ASF [95]
Target - 95
Roll - 3
Result - SUCCESS
Quirk roll - 1 - CRITICAL SUCCESS
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This evening well and truly sucked.
Your little man. Your baby boy.
Was taking his girlfriend out on a date.
And you weren’t there to supervise and make sure the hussy did nothing inappropriate! Hand Holding and Soulful Gazes were lewd enough! No, TOO LEWD. They needed to be sitting at least six feet apart from each other! No, 10 feet! With chaperones! And…
Yes, you are a nervous wreck.
Never mind that you actually approve of Alita and find her a truly wonderful girl. Never mind that when you manage to think rationally about things that you fully approve of the relationship and think it is a wonderful thing that your little man has found somebody already (you are totally not jealous).
Never mind that you actually helped organize this entire outing with Alita’s mother! Sure, Sergeant-Major Ngo had told you that she’d assigned a ‘suitable sergeant’ from the Queen’s Own, and ordinarily you’d consider Sergeant Jackson to be a wonderful bodyguard. But then the old softy had firmly rejected your proposal that he bring along the rest of his squad with him for close protection detail and an entire battalion for distant protection!
On the other hand, you had arranged for Janet to send along agents to take pictures of everything that happened with strict orders to keep any other photographers well away. Indeed, you’d jokingly authorized her to feed any paparazzi to the dire penguins.
Although you weren’t sure if that constituted cruelty to dire penguins.
You’d have to check with Janet about that.
But considering that Sekhmet and Bastet had caught a paparazzo hiding in a closet in the beach house you’d rented on Capricorn for a family vacation, with a microcamera that was peeping into not only your shower but also your daughter's shower…
Well, said jackass would be spending the rest of his miserable life considering his life choices, as you’d not been amused.
Not been amused at all.
But your mind was wandering. Jeremy and Alita. Alone together (Sergeant Jackson didn’t count, the softy would probably not bat an eye at lewd hand holding!). Without you there to supervise.
You really hated this part of your kids growing up. And just to think that you had more sons, and then your daughters… you were going to go gray prematurely at this rate!
Willis, of course, with that exquisite sense of timing he has, then comes in and decides to give you one of his patented shoulder massages. OK, you’ll survive this…
So when the kids return (before curfew, thank the Lord) you manage to keep all the worry and stress you’d been feeling hidden away. They really were cute together, after all.
Of course, the minor fact that they were dating and had, according to Sergeant Jackson, been incredibly cute together, did not stop Jeremy and Alita from competing vigorously against each other in the Junior League championship.
This year Jeremy won, by a hundredth of a second. Alita didn’t seem to mind any, since she promptly gave your son a very public congratulatory kiss that lasted far too long and was far too intense! Having it pointed out that it consisted of an almost instantaneous peck on the lips that maintained contact for less than half a second was far too logical.
Thankfully you managed to keep yourself from visibly reacting.
You look over the yearly reports.
The RRF actually managed to finish the delayed exercises in a reasonably intact and effective manner. The poor Lt who’d been at the center of the epic screw-up with the Avenger air defense hovers had been promoted and was now commanding the reinforced air-defense company, and by all reports was doing well enough.
The first production flight of Goshawks were now based in the expanded space station, providing faster response defense to the orbital platforms that clustered around the station itself. There was room on board for a second flight, but beyond that would require additional stations or improving orbital infrastructure enough to permit more station expansion.
The 1st Interceptor Wing was now at full strength thanks to the reorganization of the Aeroforce. With 36 Gyrfalcon fighters in total, plus a few miscellaneous utility birds, the 1st was the first full strength unit in the Aerospace Force.
You did receive a very strongly worded memo regarding the Aeroforce reorganization from a group that scathingly referred to the new organization as a ‘mindless reversion to past practices’ which ‘diminished the striking power of the Big Wing organizational model’ in favor of pandering to ‘small minded ground force requirements’ when ‘the Big Wing permits the Aeroforce to effortlessly exert battlespace dominance’.
You check and apparently this is not a product of the Department of Periphery Studies, but rather of a clique of retired pilots and Aeroforce officers who have evidently fully bought into the concept of total air battle.
Notably not once in the memo is there a single mention of ‘logistics’ or ‘transport constraints’.
Into the circular file it goes.
You are present when the 3rd Infantry Regiment is formally stood up and presented with the colors. You take the salute as they march in review, in uniform as Queen rather than as Colonel.
When you get back to the Palace you realize that there is a foul conspiracy afoot. Willis is smirking just so, your kids are looking smug, and General Potter is conspicuous in his absence.
You then find your regular uniform has been… altered. With brigadier general stars on the collar points rather than the colonel’s insignia.
The flash as Jeremy takes your picture as you process this rank betrayal swiftly results in Full Parental Vengeance.
Begun, the Foam Wars have. End soon they will not.
And Willis, the miserable traitor, cheats by distributing super soakers to all the kids so they can fight you at range.
OK, so the palace wide foam bat and water gun war is far too much fun for you to be truly upset, and somehow once more word got out and this time the water gun manufacturing industry and their bitter rivals in the foam sword manufacturing industry managed to meet demand with supply.
You are so tempted to make this a yearly tradition at this point.
1st Armored now has their first mechs, with the 1st Battlemech Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Brigade accepting their first lance of Ambush mechs. Moreover, the factory that produces the Ambush has been expanded to allow the production of 8 mechs a year rather than only 4, and a new factory for the new Pathfinder design has been completed on Capricorn.
The rocket troops of 1st Armored are also now at full strength, with the addition of 8 platoons of Arbalest Missile Carriers to their ranks. The unit now provides indirect fire and anti-aircraft support to the entire division.
A large rather triumphant statue commemorating the victory of the Rapid Reaction Force (and ‘affiliated Deathapotamusaurus auxiliaries’ according to the plaque) over the major Kuritan raid on Capricorn is quite impressive while managing to avoid being either pompous or bombastic. It is simply a bronze representation of a Chasseur hovertank caught in an action pose, turret slewed to one side and laser elevated, mounted on a black marble base with all the pertinent details of the engagement laser-etched into the stone.
You rather like it, to tell the truth, and it certainly looks lovely in the park that was chosen as its home.
You get the chance to handle one of the new needle rifles down on the palace firing range. The rate of fire and lethality of the tiny slivers it fires is impressive, along with the very low recoil. However you can already tell that the weapon is next to useless against any sort of body armor. The armorer in charge of the range sets up a small demonstration of the weapons effects, and even the most basic civilian grade body armor worn by beat cops handily shrugs off the needles.
However this isn’t the niche for this weapon. This weapon would be devastating in a boarding action in space, due to both the nearly non-existent recoil and the fact that it simply would not overpenetrate, thus preventing damage to little things like ‘life support’ and ‘things that might make the ship go boom’, while still able to do enough damage to breach most pressure suits.
You also get to handle some of the new support weapons that are being distributed to the troops. An improved infantry SRM is only the tip of the spear, there are also new mortars, and the machine guns, while still being most certainly M2 Brownings, now had improved materials that increased reliability substantially.
You also get to see a test-firing of the new LB-10X Autocannon. As an infantryman, you are horrified at the sheer lethality against infantry that the weapon demonstrates on the range with dummies. As the ultimate CO of the AFGR… you want as many of these guns as you can get, now. The increased range, lower weight, and enhanced lethality of the system are extremely impressive.
You get word from the prisoner interrogations that the latest type of hypnotic drugs used on the captured commandos did absolutely nothing, as they evidently were able to perfectly resist it, however the prisoners weren’t able to break free and none of the false intelligence that they tried to feed the interrogators was believed.
Janet returns to Griffsport feeling quite pleased with herself. The Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police were finally operational, and had passed their first operational test with flying colors as they managed to finally convince the Periphery Studies idiots that the next step in a proper civil rights protest was to escape from custody and go home to write a new manifesto.
The fact that there was a prompt requisition for many boxes of crayons has you a bit worried that they might actually be taking this manifesto writing thing seriously. But you’d worry about that later.
Needless to say, the judicial system has now been fully extended over Castor and is simply waiting for the completion of the ports on Pollux to be extended there as well.
On that front, the Coast Guard reports that they’ve completed the initial charting survey and have marked multiple navigational hazards. Shipping is finally starting to resume and things should be back to normal by Q1 of next year.
Finally, the test flights for the Eagle ASF have gone extremely well, with the bird exceeding every single target metric. The weaponry comes in for particular praise, as the designers had replicated the semi-modular pods that were used on the Fox Terrier missile hovertanks for the 8cm and 5cm lasers on the Eagle, leading to simplified logistics. In addition, the targeting and tracking system was proving exceptional with hit rates well above predicted norms.
Willis tells you that as far as he can tell, every single pilot in the Aeroforce wants to be flying one of these new birds yesterday.
Incidentally, with the new orbital formation standing up you need to select a commander for the unit. General Potter has forwarded you the names of the four most senior officers in line for promotion to the position for your consideration.
| [] | Name | Skill | Attack | Defense | Health | Special |
| [] | Ruth Bennett | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | High Endurance: +1 Fuel |
| [] | Emily Williams | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | Aggressive: +1 Damage Inflicted |
| [] | Scott Perez | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | Defensive: -1 Damage received |
| [] | Steven Clark | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | Rapid Scramble: +1 additional round in surprise interceptions |
Thors_Alumni
Well-known member
[X] Steven Clark
Rapid scramble is a must after what nearly just happened with the Drac ASF suicide mission.
Rapid scramble is a must after what nearly just happened with the Drac ASF suicide mission.
Joyousmadman
Well-known member
[X] Steven Clark
Jarow
Well-known member
| [] | Ruth Bennett | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | High Endurance: +1 Fuel |
| [] | Emily Williams | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | Aggressive: +1 Damage Inflicted |
| [] | Steven Clark | Skilled | 10 | 5 | 5 | Rapid Scramble: +1 additional round in surprise interceptions |
[X] Steven Clark
At some point, you'll look back on this and find it in your heart to understand why your parents were so...so....UGH! around your first few dates.
But definitely not today. Or tomorrow. Or really, anytime in the conceivable future.
In addition to roundfiling this memo, you
And they can blame Willis, because you're pretty much just going off *his* extended rant upon reading said memo over your shoulder.
You...you...dastardly....ALL OF YOU!
Willis smugly informs you that it's unbecoming of a Queen to be cynical enough to take bets on how long it is before the RRF accidentally demolishes their own statue.
You authorize forwarding this information to Nollak Industries and you can practically hear their evil glee at the idea of upgrading their Skysweeper and Avenger designs to smaller-caliber versions of this technology for even more smiting of anything-that-flies.
Willis glares at you. As an ASF pilot, he gets twitchy around Nollak.
[X] Steven Clark
Ridli Scott
Well-known member
It sounds like a Tom Clancy novel character I like it:
[X] Steven Clark
[X] Steven Clark
Turn 22 - The Fecal Matter Hits the Rotary Air Impellor
Turn 22 - Part 1 - Where Bad Things Happen
It’s only the middle of January. And this year officially is terrible.
Your youngest daughter is in the ICU in a medically induced coma, Willis is in the trauma ward, two of your bodyguards, men who’d been with you since you were a fresh shiny butterbar and so far down the line of succession you’d never even thought about taking the throne are in the morgue.
Willis had taken Sarah up in the family light plane. He did this regularly. The two members of the Queen’s Own were along both because of protocol and because they were due a bit of leave and were going to be visiting family in the part of Griffsport they were flying to.
The flight had been routine… until it wasn’t. Until an 8cm laser had speared up from the rooftop of a skyscraper and destroyed the engine of the small plane.
Willis was a superb pilot, and he almost saved the bird, until a second laser hit from the same location took out the tail and he spun in.
Griffsport PD had gotten into a gunfight with the perpetrators which ended abruptly when the Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police arrived with a roar. Of the five men involved, 3 had been killed, the other 2 were in custody.
They were all locals. They were all part of the same groups that had been organizing harassment of citizens of Japanese ethnicity.
In some ways even worse, they had kidnapped a number of ethnic Japanese people and had them shackled to the actual weapon mount that they had used, evidently hoping that the response to their attack would be an airstrike which would leave a wrecked 8cm laser… surrounded by dead orientals.
It was viciously sadistic.
You obviously hadn’t killed enough of the parliamentary idiots who had been sponsoring these groups.
You’d thought simply promoting cultural unity would be enough.
Sarah was expected to pull through. She’d already lost both legs, one at the knee and the other at the hip, and would never have children of her own. But she’d live.
Willis wasn’t expected to last the night.
You wanted to rage.
You wanted to cry.
You wanted to lash out.
You wanted to curl into a ball.
Sergeant-Major Ngo was with you. Sekhmet was rumbling beside you her own distress and worry.
Bastet was with the kids.
Willis was dying.
There was nothing you could do.
You hated feeling helpless.
An hour later and an old familiar face came into the waiting room where you were pacing.
Normally whenever you saw Tyler you wanted to throw him out the window.
Now you just hugged him tightly.
He was frail himself, but he held you like he was an old weathered rock.
His grandson was dying.
Your husband was dying.
The father of your children was dying.
Another hour passed. Two. The doctors wouldn’t let you into the operating room where they were working on Willis.
It was morning outside.
You hadn’t slept.
You couldn’t sleep.
You’d gotten an update from Janet. Several of the disgraced former nobles who’d been removed from Parliament had been arrested, a few more were in hiding.
You only had to look out the window of the hospital to see the growing crowds outside. They’d been there through the night, holding candles, silently holding a vigil.
You don’t know how they knew you were here. No word had gotten out, it wasn’t on any news channels. But they were there. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them.
It helped.
Only it didn’t.
More time passed.
You felt yourself being shaken awake, you’d somehow fallen asleep while holding on to Tyler. Years ago he’d probably have made some perverted remark, now he was simply silent.
There was a doctor in the room.
The doctor who’d been operating on Willis.
Who’d told you he wasn’t expected to live.
He’d been serious then.
He was smiling now.
“He’ll live, Your Majesty. He won’t be flying again anytime soon.”
You can’t believe the words you are hearing coming from his lips.
He’ll… live…
He’ll… live.
For some reason you find yourself sobbing, almost collapsing in pure relief.
“He’ll remain in a medically induced coma for at least a week.” the doctor was saying, you could somehow still hear him through the ringing in your ears.
“Once he’s awake we’ll have to discuss options…” the pounding in your ears drown him out, and you fall into a welcome blackness.
He’ll live.
The bastards had failed.
Perspective Change Vote
[] With the crowds when they get the news
[] The Eldest
[] Jeremy
[] Write-in
It’s only the middle of January. And this year officially is terrible.
Your youngest daughter is in the ICU in a medically induced coma, Willis is in the trauma ward, two of your bodyguards, men who’d been with you since you were a fresh shiny butterbar and so far down the line of succession you’d never even thought about taking the throne are in the morgue.
Willis had taken Sarah up in the family light plane. He did this regularly. The two members of the Queen’s Own were along both because of protocol and because they were due a bit of leave and were going to be visiting family in the part of Griffsport they were flying to.
The flight had been routine… until it wasn’t. Until an 8cm laser had speared up from the rooftop of a skyscraper and destroyed the engine of the small plane.
Willis was a superb pilot, and he almost saved the bird, until a second laser hit from the same location took out the tail and he spun in.
Griffsport PD had gotten into a gunfight with the perpetrators which ended abruptly when the Royal Grifftiger Mounted Police arrived with a roar. Of the five men involved, 3 had been killed, the other 2 were in custody.
They were all locals. They were all part of the same groups that had been organizing harassment of citizens of Japanese ethnicity.
In some ways even worse, they had kidnapped a number of ethnic Japanese people and had them shackled to the actual weapon mount that they had used, evidently hoping that the response to their attack would be an airstrike which would leave a wrecked 8cm laser… surrounded by dead orientals.
It was viciously sadistic.
You obviously hadn’t killed enough of the parliamentary idiots who had been sponsoring these groups.
You’d thought simply promoting cultural unity would be enough.
Sarah was expected to pull through. She’d already lost both legs, one at the knee and the other at the hip, and would never have children of her own. But she’d live.
Willis wasn’t expected to last the night.
You wanted to rage.
You wanted to cry.
You wanted to lash out.
You wanted to curl into a ball.
Sergeant-Major Ngo was with you. Sekhmet was rumbling beside you her own distress and worry.
Bastet was with the kids.
Willis was dying.
There was nothing you could do.
You hated feeling helpless.
An hour later and an old familiar face came into the waiting room where you were pacing.
Normally whenever you saw Tyler you wanted to throw him out the window.
Now you just hugged him tightly.
He was frail himself, but he held you like he was an old weathered rock.
His grandson was dying.
Your husband was dying.
The father of your children was dying.
Another hour passed. Two. The doctors wouldn’t let you into the operating room where they were working on Willis.
It was morning outside.
You hadn’t slept.
You couldn’t sleep.
You’d gotten an update from Janet. Several of the disgraced former nobles who’d been removed from Parliament had been arrested, a few more were in hiding.
You only had to look out the window of the hospital to see the growing crowds outside. They’d been there through the night, holding candles, silently holding a vigil.
You don’t know how they knew you were here. No word had gotten out, it wasn’t on any news channels. But they were there. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them.
It helped.
Only it didn’t.
More time passed.
You felt yourself being shaken awake, you’d somehow fallen asleep while holding on to Tyler. Years ago he’d probably have made some perverted remark, now he was simply silent.
There was a doctor in the room.
The doctor who’d been operating on Willis.
Who’d told you he wasn’t expected to live.
He’d been serious then.
He was smiling now.
“He’ll live, Your Majesty. He won’t be flying again anytime soon.”
You can’t believe the words you are hearing coming from his lips.
He’ll… live…
He’ll… live.
For some reason you find yourself sobbing, almost collapsing in pure relief.
“He’ll remain in a medically induced coma for at least a week.” the doctor was saying, you could somehow still hear him through the ringing in your ears.
“Once he’s awake we’ll have to discuss options…” the pounding in your ears drown him out, and you fall into a welcome blackness.
He’ll live.
The bastards had failed.
Perspective Change Vote
[] With the crowds when they get the news
[] The Eldest
[] Jeremy
[] Write-in
[X] With the crowds when they get the news
Joyousmadman
Well-known member
[X] The Eldest
i’d also be good with Jeremy but, this is an opportunity to get some perspective from what is likely the wisest being on the planet.
edited for spelling
i’d also be good with Jeremy but, this is an opportunity to get some perspective from what is likely the wisest being on the planet.
edited for spelling
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Thors_Alumni
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[X] Jeremy
POV from the next king
POV from the next king