I was thinking about a lot of the questions about the structure of the universe, and I was realizing that most of them would not, in fact, by spiral-wide. As such, they can be covered by individual authors (if we remember our pre-readers) but probably 'tis best to make sure that we know what we are doing, so that no area is covered twice in two different ways. With that in mind, could people please post the setting and scope of any stories that you are intending to write? Also, even if you're not neccessarily going to write anything, it might be nice to post just that you're here, and what help (if any) you have the time/energy/will resources to offer. It would be good to know how many people we have, and what they're up for.
I myself may or may not at some point write a story for this universe, but I am available for just about any form of prereading, C&C, or editing you might desire. I am capable of explaining fault while remaining uncruel.
By the way, Nathan, do we have a core story in the works from you, or are we going to be covering a lot of little subplots? Both can be worthwhile, but a backbone story will make it easier to attract writers.
Be well, all.
Fibula
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My though on arc plotting had been to develop it in much the same fashion as seen in B5 or Foster's Commonwealth stories - minor bits from otherwise unrelated tales that add up into something both massive and coherent.
For instance, the McGuffin of one plot could have an old legend associated with it that would have repercussions that'd echo down into half a dozen others, all without the characters having a clue (usually).
For myself, I have two stories with a few scenes written and the general plots plotted, as well as a couple more at the idea stage.
Blessed be.
Nathan Baxter
(Will probably post pieces of them here in hopes of inspiratory comment.)
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The brainship XN-1888 wasn't one of the 3WA's usual Wasp
or Hornet scouts. His main hull was a rounded hexagon
in cross section, and short enough to be quite stubby
- three times as long as it was wide, for all that it
represented half of the distance from nose to tail -
an impression furthered by the blunt bow. Four massive
ion/fusion engines lay aft. Each of their ring-vectored
ports was fully two thirds the width of the forward
hull, and they made up almost half of the ship's
length. The two subassemblies were linked together by
the heavily armored bulge or the main power core.
He had wings, also, and from their placement those engines
represented the vast majority of the ship's mass. They
were variable geometry designs, but short and almost
stubby. Their roots, which started just aft of the bow,
represented almost half the lifting surface - the pivot
points were actually aft of midships. Their were four
control surfaces in an X plan, one to each engine, and
they were as stubby as the wings.
He was heavily armed, even to her ground trooper's eye.
There were four large barrels in a chin mount, and four
more sealed ports in either wing root. The wings' pivot
points had a turret above and below, and there was another
to either side of the nose and all of them held a single
sinisterly slender weapon. Though it was hidden from
her current position as she walked across the scarred
bay floor, she had seen a last turret from the tram,
nestled between the engines.
She shouldered her bag and strode towards the ramp.
She stood just outside the lift in the port aft
corner. The command room made up nearly a quarter
of the total living spaces, and served as a combination
cockpit, crew lounge, and galley. The starboard aft
corner was occupied by a large desklike machine - his
modeling kit.
All shellpeople were encouraged from creche onward to
develope a hobby, something to do for fun. If this
conflicted with the machinelike demeanor that the
trainers -also- expected, well, most of the shellies
didn't question.
He had never been any good at blind obedience - probably
what got him seconded to 3WA.
Since he had no hands, as such, he had modified an
industrial UMPU - Universal Microchip Production Unit -
with the ability to use gluesticks, paintbrushes, etc.
He gave the completed scale models away, mostly. Building
them was more fun than keeping them, and he only had
so much shelf space.
The room's back wall was the only opaque one - the missile
magazines were behind it. All the others were occupied
by unbroken floor to ceiling window.
He'd monitored the pressure in the lift's rams when she
rode down - calculate her probable weight from her
build... Whoa. That duffel bag she had slung casually
from one shoulder weighed somewhere between thirty and
thirty five kilos.
She was tall and lithely muscular, but didn't look
anywhere near -that- strong. Then again, as he took
in the way she stood and looked across the cabin and
out its three windowed walls, maybe it wasn't such
a surprise. She wasn't what anyone could sincerely
call pretty, but she had a sort of coldly elegant,
darkly dangerous beauty to her, like a direcat that
had materialized out of the dark to stare at you
across your campfire.
She looked as though she could do anything she dammed
well pleased, and would kill whoever or whatever
decided to argue the point - and never mind that
she was still a month short of eighteen.
"Well?" she asked the armored column at the center of
the room, ignoring the sleek grey feline that rubbed
affectionately against her right leg.
"You're not brawn trained, are you?" His voice was a
light baritone, and it seemed to come from every corner
of the room at once.
"You weren't briefed?" Her tone grew even colder, even
sharper than was usual - and she was an Investigator,
though he wouldn't find that out till later.
If he felt threatened, he didn't show it. "Some comm
mixup or other. I think they're trying to get us to
react 'naturally', or some such bullshit."
"I am Investigator Frost."
The Investigators of the Taiidani Empire were trained
to a level of dealiness with any and all weapons that
was probably unmatched by any other institution in the
galaxy. They were also trained to supress all emotion
save the joy of killing the Empire's enemies.
She was, he could tell just by looking, typical of the
breed.
"Nathan Baxter. Is that your personal or family name?"
She gave him a look of pure murder, but still answered.
"Annette. My first name is Annette."
"N'kay." He sounded pleased. "Strap down, we've already
got a mission."
When she sat on the acceleration couch, a dark blur
shot out from underneath and towards the back of the room.
"What was that?" she snarled.
"Hokiboshi. Don't mind her, she's the nervous type."
The grey cat had followed her, and was crouching beside
her as though contemplating jumping in her lap. As she
looked around, she could see two more sprawled on the
cushions of the couch that made up half of the
conversational group to port of Nathan's column, and a
third sitting calmly on the low table that seperated the
couch from its two companion armchairs.
She glared coldly at the grey one. It measured her for a
moment more, then bristled and left. "How many of these
creatures do you have?"
"Twelve. I like cats. Oh, brace yourself. We've got
clearance." Shellpeople were specifically trained to
multitask at least three different mental tracks at a
time.
A transparent holoscreen shimmered into existence in front
of her. She could see through it easily. A light blue
praying mantis the size of a large dog gazed back at her.
"Your lift off window will be five minutes, starting ten
seconds from my mark... Mark! Clear skies, AN-1888."
"Clean breezes, Canaveral. Taxiing now."
The AN-1888 was an Alliance class, and the little writeup
that had accompanied her briefing had mentioned that, as he
was to be put in the service of the Galactic Council, that
body's supporters had provided equipment towards his
outfitting. Most of it, of course, was Humanx made, including
the spaceframe and most of the weapons.
The real prize, though, and the thing that made the Alliance
practical, was the Vorlon power core. It was as enigmatic
as its makers, simply a matte black sphere with structural
mounts and power feeds, and no clue given to how it worked.
With it, a ship of twenty five kilotons could be built with
the firepower and other outfitting of a vessel three times
that.
The chair trembled underneath her as the engines kicked up
to IDLE with a thunderous, unsubtle *KRASH-brrrrmmmbb*, then
shuddered outright as the entire bulk of a jump capable
starship lurched into motion.
They taxied forward a couple of shiplengths, then turned
an easy ninety degrees. The runway stretched before them
for five kilometers and more - most jump capable brainships
were much larger than an Alliance class, and while few of those
others were aerodynes, there were some.
There was a soft whir transmitted through the bones of the
ship, and on one of the status displays floating before her,
she saw his stubby wings swinging all the way forward from
their previous space-conserving oversweep.
An emphatic clunk of locking parts followed, before being
swallowed as the soft rumble of the engines built to a
deafening roar.
Then they were away and airborn, and more whirs and clunks
followed as the landing gear locked up.
There was an Archeology and Exploration team that had
dropped off the map, and they'd been tapped to investigate.
They came out of hyperspace over an ancient world in the
Shadow Zone. It was also in the toward stars, and so the
core covered a quarter of the nighttime sky. If it hadn't
been a dry, mountainous hellhole, it might have become the
quite the tourist spot.
Well, that and the fact that it was in the Shadow Zone.
The team onplanet was a class two archeological dig, an
evaluation group. The decision had been made as soon as
the initial reports from the class one exploratory dig
had come in to upgrade the site to a class three
examination dig as soon as the facilities for that last's
several hundred person staff could be put together.
The landing strip wasn't complete yet, and even if it had
been, it would have been much too small for an aerodyne
type starship. Fortunately, there was a largish lake nearby,
and he was quite capable of landing and takeoff from
any sufficiently roomy body of water.
He ferried his brawn and her transport to the shore on an
remotly controlled Zodiac, then hummed through her comm
implant. /Testing, testing, 1-2-3 testing. We are pleased
to announce legislation outlawing the Soviet Union. The
bombing begins in ten minutes./
"You are insane," she told him coldly as she straddled
her monobike.
The Kenkokex M-213S was a typical vehicle of its type,
one of dozens of makes and models of working monobikes.
The 213S had been chosen over its competitors primarily
because the Kenkokex M-191G was indisputibly the best of
the military "Tank Hunter" light armored cavalry monobikes,
and as such, the vehicle used by every Light Cavalry Unit
between the Taiidani and Juraiian Empires.
The scout and the hunter, while superficially very
different, shared the same engine, gyro, and, indeed,
a majority of their other components. That uniformity
of parts made the 213S much cheaper to operate than
would have been the case if seperate parts stockpiles
had been required.
For its part, the bik had a single very large wheel just
slightly forward of the vehicle's natural center of mass.
If the counterweights at either end of the frame were
properly adjusted, the rider's weight would be enough to
bring the vehicle into balance. More sophisticated bikes
had motorized weights that would automatically adjust to
each new rider, but the 213S needed to be hand (or
servot, as the case may be) tuned to each new rider.
Given that they were almost always assigned to one
particular person, this wasn't a problem.
The engine was behind the wheel, and the seat, rider, and
controls in front. The wheel's hub was hollow, and the
gyroscope, needed to keep the vehicle balanced, sat
inside it. The fuel tank shrouded the wheelwell, and the
"saddlebags", the cargo boxes, were slung to either side.
The final element was a pair of computer controlled
ailerons that angled up from the engine housing - these
aided stability in turns, which was critical at high
speeds.
Monobikes were more complex (and hence less reliable)
than motorcycles, and were considerably more difficult
to operate, but they were also more agile at high speeds
and far more tolerant of rough ground than a motorcycle
of equal weight.
Not that either of them thought about it.
/I'm Discordian. It's different./
"Not that I can see."
/Meanie./ Inwardly, he was delighted. This was the first
time since she came aboard that he'd been able to draw
her into a conversation. /Basically, its a philosophical
thing. The universe is a fucked up place, and laughing
about it helps. So why not laugh?/
"Because any emotion is a weakness." She dodged absently
around a scraggly tree.
/Bullshit. Emotion is the greatest source of strength
known to man./
"Example?" 'Prove it' said her tone.
/The storming of a breach, during a siege. For damned
sure that there's no cold reasoning telling a forlorn
hope that they're gonna make it and give a good
contribution in the bargain - certainly not anything
worth their life.
/Hell, emotion, love of country or family or comrades,
whatever, is the wellspring of loyalty. And we both
know that -that's- something to value./
"Fear, anger, desire, hope - all of these cloud reason
and cripple efficiency."
/So control them. I'm not saying that one should abandon
oneself - just that feelings, determinations, devotion,
whatever, can be the critical difference between success
and failure.
/And in the meantime between disasters, they make the
world a much more pleasant place to live in./
She didn't have an answer for that, and proceeded in
silence for a moment. He was content to leave her with
her thoughts.
"Something feels off," she said in the moment after she
lurched over the lip of a slight rise and before she
returned to earth.
/Why do you think so?/ Nathan asked. /We haven't seen
anything more significant than an apparent communications
failure. There's nothing to attract pirates, no valuable
finds, no nearby worlds to raid. There's no native life
form in the area nasty enough to wipe out the entire team,
and even if it was a new plague or something, the AI would
have made contact by now./
The trail dropped from the hillside into a dry streambed -
twenty feet down and five feet distance. She turned the bike
sideways and skidded down with her knee brushing the dirt.
"I know," she said as she recovered and roared off into the
last leg of the trip. "It just feels wrong."
He took her seriously. It wasn't in him to dismiss a sincere
concern without at least investigating first. /I'll look into
it. Almost there./
She crested the rise and realized what had been bothering
her instincts - the smell of fresh blood on the wind.
The massive Ground Mobile Unit loomed in the same place it
should have, and, while the rest of the dig was relatively
intact, its entrances were ripped and mangled. The damage
was not the sort of blast or melt pattern that would have
been caused by a civilized (or pirate) attack - instead,
something very strong, with claws, had physically torn its
way inside.
Given the amount of blood and the number of only-nominally-
identifieable pieces of people lying about, the attacker's
next few moves were pretty clear.
She shoved the throttle all the way open and swerved to the
left.
It landed where she had paused, then lunged upright and
after her. It was impossibly fast. The only impression of its
appearance that she had time for was its size and basic
construction - three meters tall, humanoid, and massively
thewed.
She was too slow dodging this time - its claws sank deep
into the monobike's engine. She flipped free as it exploded,
hoping faintly that it would be injured, maybe even killed,
in the detonation.
No such luck. She drew her gun and fired, the energy gun's
bolt dead center on its chest, just like always.
It dodged. She barely had time to draw her sword before it
was upon her, and even as their strikes flickered and darted
in the air between them she heard her earstwhile 'partner's'
voice remarking how lethal a disadvantage the power crystal's
long recharge time was.
It swung one spiked hand down. She swept her blade to meet the
blow, then spun and slammed a roundhouse kick into the center
of its chest.
That didn't hurt it, exactly, but even with all its mass it
was still knocked back a pace. She took a step back herself,
then leaped over its diving tackle as she drew her holdout.
The Humanx-made weapon traded the sheer hitting power of
her preferred weapon for a much greater capacity.
*zatch!* and the back of its head blew out in a spray of
fragments and splinters of armor.
*zatch!* and its throat vanished in an identical eruption.
Seven more shots crashed out across the less than a meter
seperating them and ate out the entirety of its chest.
It struggled briefly to rise from where its dive had
stretched it full length in the dust, then slumped back.
She emptied the gun into it anyway.
"Talk to me," she said, running her gaze across it and
having her implants pipe the data through to her partner.
"This is a Grendel Sleeper, isn't it?"
The Sleepers were a race of bioweapons so far found
only in stasis in massive vaults deep underneath the
surface of Grendel, a world in the Shadow Zone. When
a Taiidani exploratory team had cracked one of the vaults,
a thousand unstoppable armored monsters had torn every
animal on the planet to shreds, then ate the shreds.
Swords bounced harmlessly from their sides, and they
were too fast to hit with anything but saturation fire.
Theoretically, a sufficiently large detachement of
soldiery would be able to keep up a sustain fullisade
and hold the creatures at bay. The Empire had tried
successively larger expeditionary forces, ending in
a full planetary invasion force, and lost every one.
Grendel had been a paradise world, before the vaults
were opened. The orbital bombardment had scorched
everything to dust and bedrock, but it had also
killed the Sleepers.
Now, the oxygen in the atmosphere slowly dissolved out,
and a fleet of sixty starcruisers orbited with orders
to ash anything trying to get in, or worse, out.
/Ten feet tall, built like a tank, spikey red silicon
armor, disposition like a Momma Wolverine who's cubs
you just killed? If it's anything else, then god save
the galaxy./
"How do you think it got here?" she asked as she began to
walk back towards the camp.
/Fuck if I know. Option 1: The team found and cracked a
vault./
"No." She shook her head automatically, irregardless
of the fact that he was miles away. Her hair, thankfully,
was cut in a pageboy too short to get in her eyes. Some
Investigators grew theirs into long braids, as a sort
of dare to throw in the face of the universe. "They
weren't digging that deep, and there was only one."
/Option 2: Somebody found a way to control the fucker,
and brought it here as a test./
"They can't be controlled."
/Awful sure, ain'cha? Well, you folks are hardly the
only ones to get into illegal weapons research, and
that's not my department anywho. Option 3: Shub
cracked a vault, then ported it here./
"But..." She ran through the logic. No one knew how
the malicious rouge AI's of Shub and its subsidiary
worlds had created a mechanical teleportation system,
and therefore no one knew how to block it. Shub was
always at least twenty years ahead of the Empire,
technically, and could have developed a way to shield
a teleport from detection, which would explain why
the Grendel blockade hadn't seen anything. "Shit."
/Option 4: The Vorlons did it./
She laughed harshly.
/Yeah, well, they -could've-. Give the entire place
the once over, see what there is to see. I'll check
everything./
"I'll hook up the computer, first thing."
/Danke schoen./
Well, questions, comments, dirty looks?
Blessed be.
Nathan Baxter
(They're on Dragonsway, BTW.)
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Right now I've got something
that _might_ become a full-fledged
story, or a smiple one-shot introductory.
I'm basing it around Caladan, with
some flashbacks as to the main characters'
backstory that would involve two seperate
Earths.
On a related note. Do we have any policy
about SI? What about restrictions as to
series from which settings and characters
are being used?
Griever
- I'm working on it, honest ...It'll be
done in a week ... month ... year ...
argh!!!!
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We have the Humanx Commonwealth's.
The Inner Sphere's.
The Silesian and Havenite Sectors were settled from an Earth, but its in the Darkvoid now.
Golgotha and Jurai both look suspiciously familiar.
There are also at least four arrakis types, but it is worth noting that these diverged so many millions of years ago that the spice melange can only be found on Arrakis proper.
They are:
Dragonsway (which is located in that area where the Shadow Zone and the Toward Stars overlap. Contains many ruins)
Kharak (Way the fuck hell and gone out the Outer Rim)
Terra Nova (a humanx colony)
Arrakis (probably -the- most treasured world in the Taiidani empire)
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Note that this would be publically known earths. There are a number of planets that might have been an earth, or might not have, and probably a fair number not yet found.
A variant on the "multiple varieties of multiple earths" theory - there's only one world being duplicated, with a variety of climatic alteration, from the mild to the extreme, but when it is dumped into the universe, it tends to have intelligent life on it. There is one common base, and most don't deviate but so far from it. Thus, the fact that "our" earth is so closely duplicated can be easily explained by saying that we just happened to be seeded onto one of many worlds that weren't altered much from the base. It also helps to explain all of the races who are almost, but not quite human, and why there are humans specifically on more planets than there are the other races. Humanity was the base intelligent creature, and we are but one of many worlds where humanity was tossed unaltered. (Perhaps we were slightly altered. It is difficult to tell.) A number of other seed planets received species that were like us, but somewhat modified.
Note that, entirely independant of this, there is a problem with the idea of a spiceless dune. The worms are the reason both for Dune's arid nature and for the spice - without them, Dune is a lush, green, growing place. With them, the spice can be harvested. On the other hand, if Arrakis were "what happens to our Control world when we put sandworms on it", then it might well resemble a variety of other "what happens when we dessicate it like this? What about like that?" worlds.
Note that I am using the terms for a scientific experiment. This wuold be but one of many theories batted about. Cadu.
So...an idea. take it, chew on it, tell me what you think. There's nothing wrong with the multiple bases, but I think this one is a bit more durable, and explains a bit more in the way of stuff. On the other hand, it does make it seem more like an experiment, and less like a bizarre conspiracy. How do you all feel about it?
Note for the record - a lot of my creativity is derivative rather than ex nihilo. I would not have thought of this without mr Fnord's multi-planet idea.
I certainly don't want to step on any toes or anything.
Fibula
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>So...an idea. take it, chew on it, tell me what you think. There's nothing wrong with the multiple bases, but I think this one is a bit more durable, and explains a bit more in the way of stuff. On the other hand, it does make it seem more like an experiment, and less like a bizarre conspiracy. How do you all feel about it?
Ooooh... Nice. I like this, too.
>Note for the record - a lot of my creativity is derivative rather than ex nihilo. I would not have thought of this without mr Fnord's multi-planet idea.
Hmmm... Make the entire question a CADU, and put these little theories, along with any others we may come up with, in as in-universe speculation?
>I certainly don't want to step on any toes or anything.
My only real emotional investment to date is that anything that actually gets written meets a certain grammatical and coherency standard.
Blessed be.
Nathan Baxter
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> Hmmm... Make the entire question a CADU, and put these little theories, along with any others we may come up with, in as in-universe speculation?
Unfortunately, this doesn't quite work. The original theory had a number of planets, each with their own native races, each duplicated more or less exactly a number of times. The new theory has a base of earth human with varying deviations, so...a lot of planets that look an awful lot like earth, with people who look an awful lot like humanity, and a fair number of planets that look like "earth with this change" with people who resemble humanity to a greater or lesser degree. In the first, for example, there are multiple almost-perfect copies of Vulcan, some of them populated by funny long-eared folks. In the second, Vulcan bears some resemblance to earth, and there's only one.
I was more figuring to let a bit of feedback flow in before you made the decision one way or the other, if you do not mind. I'd like to know hoh other people feel about this.
Fibula
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>I was more figuring to let a bit of feedback flow in before you made the decision one way or the other, if you do not mind. I'd like to know how other people feel about this.
Likewise, honestly.
Blessed be.
Nathan Baxter
(Who would -also- like to know what people think of his writing.)
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>>I was more figuring to let a bit of feedback flow in before you made the decision one way or the other, if you do not mind. I'd like to know how other people feel about this.<<
>Likewise, honestly.<
Offhand, my personal preference would be for the first option (Lots of copies of all sorts of worlds), but that's largely due a liking for elf-like races (which divergent beings of Vulcan ancestry could well become). Judging by the lay of the land as it currently is presented, option 2 (lots of Earths that became the sundry inhabited worlds) is more likely.
>(Who would -also- like to know what people think of his writing.)<
So far, so good, prolly better than anything I've attempted to date. Too short though (I'm spoiled, sue me;)
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A variant designer with a fondness for pointy ears would do the trick too. In other words, if you like having lots of kinds of elves, put in lots of kinds of elves. We don't need Vulcan ancestry to explain them. We don't need to explain them at all. That's one of the glories of CADU.
Admittedly, I am vaguely intruiged by the possibilities inherent in Vulcans as they would have been were it not for Surak, and their interactions with post-Surak Vulcans, but that too can be easily explored if anyone wants to, under the same idea.
Heck, go whole hog and give yourself a way, way, way offscreen SI as one of the unseen and unknown Masters of the Universe (far more appropriate use of the phrase in this context than the original, no?). You could probably have loads of fun thinking up what sort of changes *you'ld* make to mother Terra, and what the results might be.
Hope you find this helpful
Fibula
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I'm notoriously bad at finishing writing stories but if I did one I'd probably set one on a divergence from the Heavy Gear 'Terra Nova' called um... Nueva Terra. Wiith elements from Trigun and Photon
Concept: Colonised from 'Earth', subsequently abandoned. About 5 hundred years later 'Earth' forces come back and invade, getting their butts kicked back off Nueva Terra. Then it turns out that 'Earth' invaded because sun/Earth is on the verge of going supernova/some other disaster. This happens and basically everyone dies except those on the colonys (about 2/3 the species as a whole are on 'Earth'). The surviving Earth forces and the colonys they did maage to conquer basically blame Nueva Terra for not letting them evacuate 'Earth' to them and kick off a fairly serious war since they've still got pretty much all of the 'Earth' fleet. All this kicked off abotu a century ago.
Currently, Nueava Terra is caught between the New 'Earth' Commonality, the rather overdone 'Galactic Empire' (who have about 5 star systems and large egos) and their own internal problems like Vash the Stampede, who's blundering around the Badlands, and the fact they're still split into uneasily co-operating leagues (not quite the same as canon Heavy Gear).
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It's got potential, that I'll say.
Though ... how's the place's contact with the Taiidani and others look?
I ask this, because I'm using the Fury class ship from the HG setting(though I've only played the PC games) as my characters craft. In order to do so, I need to invent some plausible way in which a Fury hull had managed to wind up on a scrap heap somewhere in the Taiidani Empire.
Hmm, oh, and another thing. How's it look with the 3WA in this world? All-round independant organization, or do they actually respond to some single fraction?
Griever
- I'm working on it, honest ...It'll be
done in a week ... month ... year ...
argh!!!!
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The Fury is an old assault transport used by the Nueva Terran Unified Fleet about a hundred years ago. Quite possibly they sold it off for foreign credit during the expansion to a full naval power sometime in the interim. And given a hundred years of refits and resales...
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