CaptainBritton

Star Wars - Liberators

I'm interested.

A World Away - An Alternative History Colonization of the Americas [Defunct]

England

Nation Name
Kingdom of England

Flag / Seal / Symbol


Territory
England & Wales

Technology Tier:
European

Government Description
King Henry VIII has reigned for twelve years as of 1521, and as the second monarch of the Tudor House, he has thus far made, to say the best, a mess of it. His executions were an all too unpopular means of dealing with his critics, and his wife’s continued inability to birth a suitable heir strained his marriage, leading to scandals and mistresses, and even an illegitimate son.

However, King Henry is much more behind the wall of ill-temper, infidelity, and abhorrent relations with the Catholic church. As a monarch, Henry’s philosophy is one of absolute power. Only reigned by the Magna Carta, the Parliament’s powers, and threat of rebellion, he maintains nearly every aspect of the government on some level.

Relegated below him, is the nobles, their rule often confined to shires, counties, or provinces, and the administrative duties that it entails. In exchange, these nobles raise levies on King Henry’s call, riding into battle with their entourages of knights and hordes of peasants.

At the lowest level of the centralised government, the Parliament is made up of appointed individuals representing their regions. Initially a council summoned when the King was to collect taxes, it has since grown into a regulatory entity, one which can draft bills and suggestions to the King, and though legally the King can disregard these, the unrest caused would simply be too much of a risk, as such the Parliament is somewhat of a leash on Henry VIII’s ambitions.

History
The true ‘modern’ Kingdom of England was founded during the Norman conquests, when William the Conqueror crossed the English Channel and conquered the English lands, proclaiming himself king. Over the next century, Norman lords began to also conquer Welsh lands, coming to control much of the interior Welsh lands.

As trades of land and arbitrary borders began to be drawn, the reigning king of the period, King Edward III, made a claim for the throne of France. Within the next century of war, appropriately titled the Hundred Years’ War, the English, at the start just disorganized fiefs, formed a national identity. Despite being defeated in the war and routed from France, the English were united under a common language (proto-English), a common line of royalty, and a region which to definitively call their own.

However, this union would not last long, as the battered and weakened English army, economy, and government were split during the War of the Roses. The House of Lancaster and House of York fought constantly over the throne of England, lasting nearly forty years before the illegitimate member of House Lancaster, named Henry VII, married Elizabeth of House York, founding an entirely new House of Tudor, finally claiming the throne of England.

Henry VII was wise and frugal during his reign. Careful to not spark yet more civil war, and very frugal as to stimulate the economy, he grew the Kingdom of England to its greatest extent on the isle itself. As he died, it became immediately apparent that his heir was not as wise as he. That was twelve years ago, and now Henry VIII has drained a significant amount of the English coffers, squandered his relations with the people, annoyed his nobles, and caused a rift with the Catholic church.

But now there is speech of a land beyond, to the west. For eight years, King Henry has poured cash into endeavors to what he hopes will be the end of his debts and troubles, to make a legacy as the king which conquered the west.

Military
During Henry VIII’s reign, England’s military has been rather neglected. The permanent standing Royal Forces of just under 1,000 men are all that remains of the once great armies that tiraded around France’s shores. Despite their small size, however, this force is nevertheless elite, and well-equipped. This Royal Force is made up of primarily paid, but loyal, professionals, ranging from a King’s guard of heavy cavalry, a contingent of polearms, and a mixture of light infantry, longbowmen, and javelinmen. Additionally, with essentially the blank check Henry VIII had given them, a well-maintained contingent of nearly 75 arquebusiers provide an advantage with gunpowder. In support, a battery of four serpentine guns and two siege bombards provides adequate artillery support.

As for the bulk of the forces, they are often levies or volunteers from the holdings of lords sworn in fielty to the King, with quotas determined based on the holding’s size. These levies often are not near as well-equipped as the Royal Force, but they are ideal for a prolonged engagement in which mass amounts of frontline melee troops and adequate skirmishers are needed. Each lord is responsible for mustering their troops, but greater minds than the King have made a checklist of standardization, provided as a stipend by the government, in some recalling to the Marian system.

And as well, those who are due for service are given the option to, instead of fight, pay the coin needed to hire a mercenary in their stead. This often leads to England’s more modern levies being more trained mercenaries than common rabble. As of current, England can only raise and support 18,000 troops.

As for the navy, Henry VIII has shown some competence in his interference here, having replaced the serpentines aboard the vessels with larger bombards, with superior ranges and damage. Credited with founding the Royal Navy itself, King Henry has nearly drained the coffers commissioning a new squadron of carracks and caravels which will sail west.

King Henry VIII of England

Economy
Henry VIII began his reign with a spectacular situation for England’s economy. A large fortune, a steady income of taxes approved by parliament, and an insignificant drain on the treasury, all meticulously maintained by his father, Henry VII. As with most things, Henry VIII nearly drove this all into the ground. His extravagant spending, mismanagement, and corruption operating under his nose all drained the coffers steadily. The approved tax margin eroded by works of Parliamentary lobbying by rivals, and then said rivals pocketed the loss.

Grasping at straws, he allowed himself reigned in by advisors. Now, with only a fraction of the money he had at the outset of his reign, Henry is making a last-ditch attempt at fortune and glory, putting all his faith and coin on an expedition westward to the New World, in search of gold and land.

International Relations /Issues / Disputes
Henry VIII, in his bouts of infidelity, profanity, and greed, has utterly strained his relations with the Catholic church. Coming close to excommunication on many occasions, he now treads lightly with the Church.

WIP

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Travers

Name: Lukas John Travers
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sub-Class: N/A
Description: Lukas is a fairly ordinary Human, standing at approximately 5’10” (177 cm), and weighing in at about 166 lbs (75 kg). His hair is a dark brown, and his eyes are green, and he bears no scars or tattoos.
History: Lukas was born in Fort Lee, Virginia, USA on January 14th, 1982. His father was in the United States Army, a Drill Sergeant for the Sustainment Center of Excellence at Fort Lee, Virginia, and his mother was a nurse working at Kenner Community Hospital on Fort Lee’s premises. He grew up primarily within the confines of Fort Lee, attending a local public school for other children of servicemen and women, and spending his free time wandering the base.

His father retired from service in 1997, and the family moved to Abingdon, Virginia. He lived there peaceably until the September 11th attacks, prompting 19-year-old Travers to enlist, and coaxing his father into reenlisting as well. Travers was shipped to Fort Benning, Georgia for BCT as MOS 11X. Before shipping out, he was given the chance to attend the Airborne School and Ranger School at Fort Benning, passing through RASP soon after.

Assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment in January of 2002, shipped over in time to participate in both Operation Anaconda and Operation Mountain Sweep in Afghanistan throughout the rest of 2002. As all three Ranger battalions were recalled to prepare for the invasion of Iraq in 2003, Travers was posted as such, deploying with the rest of the 3rd Ranger Battalion to capture and hold Haditha Dam. Following the invasion, the 75th Ranger Regiment relocated its detachments often, but generally kept the 3rd Battalion, along with Travers, around Tikrit launching raids against local insurgents. In 2006, he renewed his enlistment.

In 2007, while on extended leave in the United States, Travers was offered a slot in the next class of the Special Forces Qualification Course, the Green Berets selection program. Accepting, he graduated in just over a year, before being assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 5th Special Forces Group, and redeployed to Afghanistan, participating in a series of counterinsurgency operations in support of the Afghan Northern Alliance until 2012.

In mid-2012, with his contract with the US Army weeks away from terminating, he was again on extended leave in the United States, being kidnapped in his own home in early June. Carted to a Bureau site immediately, he was forcibly recruited into the Bureau Division of Threat Containment. Now a covert agent for the Bureau, he participated in an undisclosed amount of operations from the period of 2013 to early 2018, and advanced to the rank of Detachment Leader.

Abilities/Skills:

• MOUT-trained - From his time in both the 75th Rangers and 5th SF Group, Travers has built a great aptitude in being swift and efficient in urban environments, especially those populated by civilians.
• Firearms Expert - With his training as a Green Beret, Travers was given extensive knowledge and instruction on how to use most weapons of both domestic and foreign make, especially those of the United States, Russia, France, and Germany.
• Combat Driver - As part of both his Ranger and Green Beret training, Travers was given extensive combat driving instruction ranging from small town cars to five ton trucks.
• MAC Expert - Another product of his training, Travers underwent the Modern Army Combatives School, learning a good deal of fighting techniques.
• Multilingual - Travers has picked up the tongue of many from his travels, being Pashto, Russian, and French, along with of course, his native language, English.

Notable Belongings:
Task Force Gear:

• MICH 2000 Combat Helmet
• M50 Gas Mask
• Black Plate Carrier w/ Type IV Plates
• Black Bureau Combat Fatigues
• SIG MCX in 6.8mm SPC w/ Suppressor [Loud Ops]
• UMP-45 in .45 ACP w/ Suppressor [Quiet Ops]
• M45 MEUSOC in .45 ACP w/ Suppressor
• KABAR Combat Knife
• Six MCX magazines [Loud] or Six UMP magazines [Quiet]
• Four M45 magazines
• Two flashbangs
• Two stinger grenades

Normal Gear:

• Black US Army hoodie
• Blue jeans
• Tractor Supply Co. baseball cap
• M45 MEUSOC in .45 ACP
• Pocket knife

Rainbow Six/Military inspired Roleplay?

Consider me intrigued.

A World Away - An Alternative History Colonization of the Americas [Defunct]

England

Nation Name
Kingdom of England

Flag / Seal / Symbol


Territory
England & Wales

Technology Tier:
European

Government Description
King Henry VIII has reigned for twelve years as of 1521, and as the second monarch of the Tudor House, he has thus far made, to say the best, a mess of it. His executions were an all too unpopular means of dealing with his critics, and his wife’s continued inability to birth a suitable heir strained his marriage, leading to scandals and mistresses, and even an illegitimate son.

However, King Henry is much more behind the wall of ill-temper, infidelity, and abhorrent relations with the Catholic church. As a monarch, Henry’s philosophy is one of absolute power. Only reigned by the Magna Carta, the Parliament’s powers, and threat of rebellion, he maintains nearly every aspect of the government on some level.

Relegated below him, is the nobles, their rule often confined to shires, counties, or provinces, and the administrative duties that it entails. In exchange, these nobles raise levies on King Henry’s call, riding into battle with their entourages of knights and hordes of peasants.

At the lowest level of the centralised government, the Parliament is made up of appointed individuals representing their regions. Initially a council summoned when the King was to collect taxes, it has since grown into a regulatory entity, one which can draft bills and suggestions to the King, and though legally the King can disregard these, the unrest caused would simply be too much of a risk, as such the Parliament is somewhat of a leash on Henry VIII’s ambitions.

History
The true ‘modern’ Kingdom of England was founded during the Norman conquests, when William the Conqueror crossed the English Channel and conquered the English lands, proclaiming himself king. Over the next century, Norman lords began to also conquer Welsh lands, coming to control much of the interior Welsh lands.

As trades of land and arbitrary borders began to be drawn, the reigning king of the period, King Edward III, made a claim for the throne of France. Within the next century of war, appropriately titled the Hundred Years’ War, the English, at the start just disorganized fiefs, formed a national identity. Despite being defeated in the war and routed from France, the English were united under a common language (proto-English), a common line of royalty, and a region which to definitively call their own.

However, this union would not last long, as the battered and weakened English army, economy, and government were split during the War of the Roses. The House of Lancaster and House of York fought constantly over the throne of England, lasting nearly forty years before the illegitimate member of House Lancaster, named Henry VII, married Elizabeth of House York, founding an entirely new House of Tudor, finally claiming the throne of England.

Henry VII was wise and frugal during his reign. Careful to not spark yet more civil war, and very frugal as to stimulate the economy, he grew the Kingdom of England to its greatest extent on the isle itself. As he died, it became immediately apparent that his heir was not as wise as he. That was twelve years ago, and now Henry VIII has drained a significant amount of the English coffers, squandered his relations with the people, annoyed his nobles, and caused a rift with the Catholic church.

But now there is speech of a land beyond, to the west. For eight years, King Henry has poured cash into endeavors to what he hopes will be the end of his debts and troubles, to make a legacy as the king which conquered the west.

Military
During Henry VIII’s reign, England’s military has been rather neglected. The permanent standing Royal Forces of just under 1,000 men are all that remains of the once great armies that tiraded around France’s shores. Despite their small size, however, this force is nevertheless elite, and well-equipped. This Royal Force is made up of primarily paid, but loyal, professionals, ranging from a King’s guard of heavy cavalry, a contingent of polearms, and a mixture of light infantry, longbowmen, and javelinmen. Additionally, with essentially the blank check Henry VIII had given them, a well-maintained contingent of nearly 75 arquebusiers provide an advantage with gunpowder. In support, a battery of four serpentine guns and two siege bombards provides adequate artillery support.

As for the bulk of the forces, they are often levies or volunteers from the holdings of lords sworn in fielty to the King, with quotas determined based on the holding’s size. These levies often are not near as well-equipped as the Royal Force, but they are ideal for a prolonged engagement in which mass amounts of frontline melee troops and adequate skirmishers are needed. Each lord is responsible for mustering their troops, but greater minds than the King have made a checklist of standardization, provided as a stipend by the government, in some recalling to the Marian system.

And as well, those who are due for service are given the option to, instead of fight, pay the coin needed to hire a mercenary in their stead. This often leads to England’s more modern levies being more trained mercenaries than common rabble. As of current, England can only raise and support 18,000 troops.

As for the navy, Henry VIII has shown some competence in his interference here, having replaced the serpentines aboard the vessels with larger bombards, with superior ranges and damage. Credited with founding the Royal Navy itself, King Henry has nearly drained the coffers commissioning a new squadron of carracks and caravels which will sail west.

King Henry VIII of England

Economy
Henry VIII began his reign with a spectacular situation for England’s economy. A large fortune, a steady income of taxes approved by parliament, and an insignificant drain on the treasury, all meticulously maintained by his father, Henry VII. As with most things, Henry VIII nearly drove this all into the ground. His extravagant spending, mismanagement, and corruption operating under his nose all drained the coffers steadily. The approved tax margin eroded by works of Parliamentary lobbying by rivals, and then said rivals pocketed the loss.

Grasping at straws, he allowed himself reigned in by advisors. Now, with only a fraction of the money he had at the outset of his reign, Henry is making a last-ditch attempt at fortune and glory, putting all his faith and coin on an expedition westward to the New World, in search of gold and land.

International Relations /Issues / Disputes
Henry VIII, in his bouts of infidelity, profanity, and greed, has utterly strained his relations with the Catholic church. Coming close to excommunication on many occasions, he now treads lightly with the Church.

WIP

A World Away - An Alternative History Colonization of the Americas [Defunct]

Hmm. Most likely claiming the Kingdom of Sweden.

EDIT: Nevermind. Probably going with the Kingdom of England.

A World Way - An Alternate History Colonization of the Americas

Consider me interested.

Hyperuranion: Dreadnought - Advanced Sci-fi Roleplay

Vekta Prime Orbital
127-7-11
17:30 hrs

“All passengers on Shuttle No. 545 connection to Vekta Prime Orbital, we are now docking. Please prepare to collect all your belongings and exit the craft in an orderly manner.”

The intercom had stirred him to life, the monotone voice of the announcer stirring him from a not particularly deep sleep. His eyes had not even completely opened before he was being ushered from the door onto the platform. But now he was here. He had a good half-an-hour before his interview. Plenty of time to check into his room, drop off his luggage, and have some coffee.

He swaggered around in his pressed service uniform, medals lined on his left breast and a rank flasher of an eagle with wings spread visible. His hotel was not far from the terminal, a prime decision in its choosing, his stiff, old legs feeling as if they should be making a shrill creak with every step.

He adjusted his peaked cap as he toted his duffel bag across his back, feeling slightly overcome with the certain weariness from travel in such a small vessel over such a distance. Warp lag, they called it, an unexplained weariness after a long traversal across a section of space. He simply couldn’t wait until he could seat himself and have a nice cup of steaming coffee. For now, he ambled up to the door of his room, swiping a card swiftly and smacking the button which operated the door. As he made into the room, he shrugged the duffel off his shoulders, and slumped into the first chair he saw.

---

Carson had taken his time, had his coffee, and walked, all with a good five minutes to spare. He entered the elevator, recalling the room he had been provided. Ah, yes, Floor 3, Room 12, he remembered, swiftly tapping the button for Floor 3. The elevator ascended briefly, before the doors opened again, and he stepped out, making for the door. Sixth door on the right is what he came to, marked 3-12, and he fished his Naval Fleet ID out of his breast pocket, pressing it to the reader before entering as the door whirred open.

The door opened to a room dimly lit from a single light source above, a table and two chairs visible, giving an air of it being an interrogation room rather than a standard interview room.
A middle aged woman with silvery hair kept in a short bob cut sat at the opposing seat. She stood up at the sight of the commander.
“Welcome, Commander Carson.” Her voice was brief, firm and sharp. Someone clearly used to being in command of others. Without hesitation, she extended her hand across the table for the customary handshake.
The back of her hands were showing the wrinkles of her age if the crow’s feet around her eyes and the clefts at the corners of her mouth didn’t already, but what was more telling is that in an age where all these could easily have been rectified with all manner of procedures, she still opted not to partake in them. She was beaming with confidence regardless.
A well-tailored black suit dress with what looked like a women’s cravat, likely authentic velvet. It all gave her an almost venerable air.

Carson pivoted front and center, eyeballing the room closely. He’d been in places like this before, too many one-on-one debriefs and clearance checks during his time. However, it didn’t mean he didn’t feel put off, the experience perhaps making the anxiety even worse. Regardless, he focused himself, and as he was welcomed, he replied. “Thank you, ma’am.” He extended his own hand across the table promptly, shaking her hand. He wasn’t exactly uneasy at the shows of age. He certainly wasn’t spry himself, and had thus far refused any implants or medications save for that which was necessary, rationalising it as a stain on his record should he give in. As he retracted his hand, muscle memory took hold, swiftly taking a hand to remove his peaked cap from his head, taking his hands to clasp behind his back with the cap secured between, with his legs giving right around ten inches between his feet, standing at a crisp parade rest.

“Take a seat, please.” She motioned at the chair and promptly took a seat herself, wasting no time in producing her folder, sliding the finger down along its length and removing what could only have been authentic, printed paper and a writing instrument.
“I’ll not mince words, Commander.” She began in an almost dry tone. “You have quite an extensive record, but what we’re interested in today is what’s between the lines.” The she made a mark on the paper to make sure the instrument would write. It was short, precise, almost forceful.
“Let’s start from the beginning. You’ve freshly graduated from Aldenhold Naval Academy. You were given your command of Platoon D, 2nd Battalion, 14th Marines. Then, during Operation Safeguard you’ve sustained some injuries as part of your command. Tell me about your time there, particularly the challenges you’ve faced in establishing and maintaining command.”

“Ah, yes. I was an Ensign, then. Cusp of Lieutenant. The first thing you must understand, the first thing that I had to understand, is that Marines are rather simple creatures. They’re human, they have their emotions and thoughts and such, no doubt, but every Marine that passes through basic or the Academy has the singular, driving motive, a compulsion to, at any length, kill, break, or impregnate anything they see. Harnessing these compulsions is to establish command, to establish command is to command respect. As an Ensign, I didn’t think much of it, but it matters a whole hell of a lot what those men with their rifles think of you. Could be a matter of life or death if they don’t feel the particular obligation to follow an order of a particularly hated officer. So I did just that, I showed my men that I was as much of a Marine as they were. If they ate MREs, I did. If they slept in soggy tents in a swamp with knee-deep mud, I did. And it proved crucial.”

Carson continued, trailing off. “During Safeguard, the 14th Marines were the leftmost unit ordered to secure a beachhead via aerial assault. I dropped in with the rest of my company, under heavy fire from multiple fortified positions of pirate irregulars. Whole OP lasted a good three days, clearing foxholes, tunnels, pillboxes. I was there for about half of that. We, uh, we were clearing a tunnel. I had my command team, first squad, and third squad on a perimeter, with my second squad heading into the tunnel system. I accompanied, of course, with nothing but a pistol and my flashlight. By God, first thing I see when I’m about twenty feet down, a flash from further down, and then a dull rumble. Of course, the rest of the insertion squad had the sense to scramble the hell out of there. But not me. I was at the lead of the slow column, and I turned. Shrapnel tore my bodysuit on my lower back, left side. I think they ended up pulling forty individual pieces of metal out of my back. Needless to say I was out for the rest of the OP.”

Carson was idly feeling about the area of his back he described had been injured. “My second. Staff Sergeant Ortega. He was a Godsend. They sent me to the rear on a bird so a MASH unit could pick shrapnel out of me, and Ortega was the only thing holding the unit together. He was the senior enlisted of my platoon, and he knew the Marines of that platoon better than anyone. He drove them double time up the rest of the beachhead and cleared every last foxhole and tunnel in that AO.” Carson stopped, not making any further statement, already realising that he was trailing on.

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “That’s an.. interesting expression, Commander -Godsend.” She began taking a few, brief notes. “Would you consider yourself a religious person?”

“I’d like to think me and God are on good terms. Does it impact my work? Perhaps. But any soldier, sailor, or Marine who’s ever been in the field and under fire has begged the forgiveness of some deity or another.” Carson explained, darting his eyes around.

The woman nodded and finished her notes.
“There are two patterns I continue to observe in your career, Commander: Passages on good conduct and sustaining injuries. Would you care to elaborate on these two for me? Specifically, I would be interested in events that inspired these quotations and the... worrying frequency of injuries and personal danger you’ve found yourself in during your command.” She put a special emphasis on that word. Worrying. The woman was hardly animated, remaining stiff throughout the exercise. She diligently made her notes as she addressed the question, pausing in it to make eye contact with Carson intermittently.
She would occasionally quickly scan-read the notes she’d made thus far to ensure everything was following what could only be inferred to be an overall intention to the whole process.

Carson replied quickly. “You needn’t worry. The only major injury I have truly sustained was the first during Safeguard. Meerkat’s injury was by no means major and more of circumstance than my own desire to lead from the front. There, I was leading my own company as a Captain. We’d set up a FOB on a ridge after landing to eliminate the ground operations of the pirates, and they started dropping mortar shells on us. Shrapnel, HE. We hadn’t even pitched tents or put up hescoes, let alone mortar shelters. Lot of kids got hurt much worse than I did after two hours of bombardment. I was lucky. Only got the wind knocked out of me and a piece of metal in my shin.”

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve listed planetary operations. Have you had any encounters or experiences with ship-to-ship or ship-to-station boarding operations as well?” The woman arched an eyebrow while simultaneously keeping her eyelids low. She was clearly expecting something.

“Ah, yes. Once, at least in notable terms. Believe they call it the O’Hannigan Incident these days. A station, called O’Hannigan Station. Used to a big spacer stop and an even bigger smuggler stop. Of course, I was with the UNSF Ramillies, commanding a detachment of the 14th Marines. The 14th were the GCE of the Ramillies Battlegroup at the time, split into about a company per vessel. Of course, we were slotted for a stop at O’Hannigan for a two-day shore leave. By God if we didn’t arrive and it felt like the entire station was out to kill us.” Carson chuckled, continuing.

“It was a whole lot of waiting for the first half hour or so. It was a lot of trading shots. They’d send shots at us, the shots would deflect off the shields or the hull, and we’d shoot back. Eventually, the Ramillies eliminated the pirate corvette that was in port defending the station, then the station’s kinetic batteries were taken out with care to not compromise the station’s hull. Too much collateral to break the thing apart. Then the Ramillies pulled to dock and me and my one-hundred or so Marines inserted via the main docking umbilical. and two squads of our MEU’s EVA-A platoon inserted with their boarding craft.” Carson reminisced.

“Now if there’s anything about pirates to say, it’s that they aren’t well-equipped and they sure as hell aren’t well-trained. But with nowhere to go, those fuckers fought like cornered lions. Not that it made much difference in hallways three meters tall and one and a half meters across. Needless to say, the casualty figures were two-hundred-sixty-two pirates dead or wounded, thirty captured, and only four Marines dead and seven wounded.” Carson concluded, looking to the interviewer with hands clasped.

“Quick and brutal as fights go.” She observed. “It is a shock to most people, even veterans, just how quickly the wounds and casualties can mount in a high-stakes situation over such a short span like that. How did you keep your- and your men’s heads in that situation?”

Carson pondered, beginning to answer. “Communication and division of responsibility, primarily. Divide and conquer. Say, there were about six primary hallways split from the main terminal. Put about two squads, about 24 men, under a Lieutenant or senior enlistedman, you have an effective plan. But it isn’t always the plan. With shock and awe, all six teams pushed in, but it all came down to effective allocation of staff and communication. Three men hit in the port hall? Send in six from your reserves. Seven pirates captured? Three from your reserves. It’s all about communication and knowing what’s happening at any given moment, and then responding accordingly. I credit that philosophy to keeping my head and, by extension, the heads of my Marines, across my career, especially so during the O’Hannigan Incident.”

“And what about the receiving end? Have you ever had to defend against boarding attempts, especially in situations when your person was also at risk?” She took notes throughout, paused to review them before adding “when stationed on a warship, repelling boarders may be in the cards”.

“Truthfully, nothing notable. I’ve received all the up-to-date simulations and exercises, but not yet has a vessel or station I have been stationed on been boarded.” Carson stated, clasping his hands as he adjusted in his seat.

“No one hopes to witness one during their career, I can tell you that much.” For the first time in the entire exchange, she smiled. It is somehow not a comforting smile. “This will conclude your interview, Commander Carson.” She finished her notes and filed the papers away, snapping the folder under her shoulder in one motion with her standing up from her seat.
“Thank you for attending. I wish you good luck in your assessment.” She extended her hand one last time for the parting handshake, the look in her eyes different somewhat.

Vernon bade his own farewell, shaking her hand and turning to leave.

Time's a Changing - a Steampunk NRP set in a Psuedo-Earth

Wouldnt martians ( if everyone decides to fight them ) just wipe the floor with us since they have lasers that could prob cut our ships in half :P

@cyberwolf

Hate to tell you, but this RP's been dead for years now.

|| Wargame: Grand Army || Grand Strategy on a Miniature Scale || Inspired by Wargame and Steel Division ||

Count me in.