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No offense intended. But there's a sweet spot on the sliding scale of realism, and most of the interest checks I usually see skew too far to the realism end for me.
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Can't describe how quickly I go from excited to sad when a mecha premise turns out to be realism wankery.

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Proxima Centauri, 264 SA



ETA: One Hour


“So what are we dealing with?”

Safely ensconced within the briefing room on board the Pyxis the two people at the head of the whole expedition, civilian and military, were having a meeting that had been planned for twenty years but never officially happened. A dozen souls had known it would, and none had discussed it- even with each other- since the decision.

“The probe’s data on the surface is detailed, but not perfect. It has been taking detailed scans for fifty years now, it will take time to sort through the data. Right now…” A hand went through the younger’s hair, a tic rarely seen in more public venues. “There’s nothing there. Now. We have geographic data, atmospheric data, and the satellite has been monitoring the electromagnetic spectrum for all that time. Nothing’s been flagged.”

“That all indicates that we have nothing to worry about. But you don’t sound convinced.”

Silence reigned for a moment, and the screen mounted on the table between them flicked to a different image. A single gesture stretched the display up, rendering the landscape into a three dimensional view. One section pulsated slowly, patiently.

“This isn’t a natural formation. Not according to our geologists. Sure, anything is possible. But it’s just not plausible. It doesn’t match the surrounding area. Moreover…” The younger paused, almost unwilling to finish the thought. “There are impact craters. Different sizes, all perfectly consistent with meteorites or other debris.”

“But?”

“But they’re only found in this same area, at least from what we’ve been able to analyze so far.”

“I understand.” The Captain of the Pyxis nodded slowly, drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. “As of this moment, with your permission, I will be arranging our deployments under Case Siberia Beta.”

“Even though it could be nothing? Anything down there shows every sign of being dead or dormant. Case Siberia could be for nothing.”

“No one but us is even briefed on it. If there’s nothing down there then we will have worried for nothing, and no one will ever know. But if there is something down there…” The thought hung in the air, and both were quiet. The Captain came to his feet, eyes flicking over the display. “I assume you’ve seen it? The Siberian discovery?”

“Eye opening, isn’t it?”

“It is. On many levels. Proof that we aren’t alone in this universe like so many people believed, that our rock was not the only one that produced life. Advanced life. Life capable of technologies we’re still seeking to match, even with examples right in front of us.” A spark illuminated the room, for the moment the ship was still in silent running coasting on only its own inertia. His younger co-conspirator’s nose wrinkled at the smell of burning tobacco, but on board the Captain’s own ship… So be it. After a drag the older man continued.

“And I was awed by its power. For the briefest moment that we managed to turn it on it put out more power than anything we’d ever seen, and the data we pulled from its computer in those seconds… One hundred and ninety one years. Almost two centuries and we still haven’t figured out a tenth of it. All of that has been weighing on my mind. But what kept me up at night getting here every night that I was on duty was the last thing to strike me when I saw it.”

Another long drag.

“Something brought it down. And we’re flying straight to where it might’ve come from.”




“-ain speaking. I repeat, all crew proceed from cryostasis chambers to ready stations. Pandora will reach orbit in one hour. Follow the post-hibernation routine and proceed to your station by then. I repeat…”

The same announcement came through the speakers across the ship, relaying instructions to the occupants of different clusters of stasis pods throughout. Grouped by role and placed in proximity to their ready stations, every crewmen aboard began to wake in time with the Pandora’s systems coming online at full power. The remainder of the ship’s crew, scientists, technicians… And all of the pilots.

Showers were provided in close proximity to every grouping of pods, lockers containing the attire and gear that they would immediately need, and signage marking the way towards food and water.

And as soon as those human needs had been met, pre-flight checks for their Orbitals.

Humanity had reached Proxima Centauri.

@Caasicam @Plank Sinatra @HereComesTheSnow @eemmtt @Hawthorne @The World
That's the most I've written in a long time, but I've got a first draft CS done. Let me know what needs changing.
Just now read Artemie and crap we filled the same niche with our pilots. :/



Working on the introductory postso I haven't read it yet, but I wouldn't stress similarities! It happens sometimes, and I don't have any problems with it. I'll read your sheet as soon as I finish this and give you some feedback.
I legitimately thought I dreamt seeing the interest check to this on the homepage so I'm just now getting around to it, but I'd be interested in joining this if there's still room. I might need a day or two to figure out a CS though.


Sure! No problem.

I did get my own sheet done and posted, and the introductory post is in progress. If it's not finished tonight it will absolutely be up tomorrow. I had to handle a lot of paperwork for the real world today, so I apologize for the delay.

@FlappyTheSpybot Happy to have you aboard if you'd like to join, and happy to work with you if you wind up having less time than you expected. Haven't gotten a chance to look over your WIP sheet yet.

To everybody else, still aiming to get an introductory post up by the end of today. Some real world paperwork may hold me up but hopefully not. I'll also be tossing my own character sheet up later today. Ordinarily I'd make my Co-GM check it, but I don't actually have one this go around. Sooo I'll leave it to you guys to bring something up if it really bugs you.
@eemmtt @Plank Sinatra You're both good.

With any luck I'll have an introductory post done today or tomorrow.
@Krayzikk Mention the cybernetics he has.


A lot of what I need is already there, I'd just like an idea of what was replaced, what weapons are inbuilt, and that should about do it. I don't want to be thinking Robocop when it's really the Six Million Dollar Man, or even Inspector Gadget.

EDIT: I apologize, the first of my questions was already answered in the appearance section. It was late when I gave it a reread, I missed it. So if you could just give me an idea of what weapons are inbuilt you'll be good to go.
@HereComesTheSnow @Hawthorne You're both good, feel free to move them to the Characters tab.

@Caasicam You're good too, but behave yourself with your nice toys

@eemmtt You're mostly good to go too, I'd just like to ask for a little more detail on what sorts of cybernetics he's got, please.
Topic's up, but not with the new stuff in it yet. I'll work on getting the additional bits of information together along with an introductory post soon, in the meantime if everyone with a completed sheet could post it again in the OOC for me to look at one more time I'd appreciate it.

Topic is here.


264 SA, Proxima Centauri

Remaining Time in Transit: 201.3 Hours


Two and a half centuries ago mankind arose from Earth’s atmosphere and into the heavens, sprawling outwards into their solar system under the auspices of the United Nations. A harmonious, cooperative expansion of the race to the stars… At least on paper. The truth is that expansion came as all things human in incongruous fits and starts, jostling one another gently every step of the way. There was no grand intrasystem war, but there were skirmishes. There was no uprising of the colonists against their home… But there might have been. Whatever conflicts the future might have held were abruptly put on pause by the discovery of an ancient alien spacecraft in the frozen north, and the weapon within.

Humanity was not alone. Whoever had created it was beyond us, and even as scientists descended upon it to study and understand the world grappled with the news. We united, at least more than we had been, and worked to ensure our future. We built our own humanoid fighting vehicles, patterned after the single machine found in its belly, and created the apparati to handle the revelation. Defense forces, research committees, for years preparation became the overriding concern.

But that was, itself, nearly two hundred years ago. The ship and the mystery of its occupants faded into the background, worldly concerns once more taking center stage as humanity pushed ever outwards. Piracy, intercolony dispute, and the burgeoning needs of the species again became the norm. For all of our differences the time has passed, mostly, in peace.

And technology has marched on. Our ships can reach a third of the speed of light. We have colonized the system from Venus to Pluto, and any suitable spot in between. Our old, obsolete machines, affectionately called “heavies”, were revolutionized anew. The Oberth Reactor, and the Oberth Reactor Initiative as the project to refit the older heavies was called, altered their development until they were rechristened Orbitals after the project’s initials.

With the limits of our solar system beginning to chafe the same way our planet’s had, eyes turned again towards the rest of the universe. An unmanned probe made the journey to Proxima Centauri b, our nearest potentially habitable world, in just under fifteen years. Fifteen years after that its data returned, declaring the planet a likely prospect. Even if colonization was impossible the establishment of an extrasolar space colony called, beckoning humanity further out into the dark.

So in 249 SA the Advance Ship Pandora lit off her drives, bound for Proxima Centauri with her brave crew of five thousand souls aboard. Each one put into a deep hibernation for the journey, not a day seems to have passed for anyone but the rotating skeleton crew.

Fifteen years later, humanity’s second home draws near.



The Advance Ship Pandora departed from Jupiter’s spacedock in 249 SA carrying a crew of five thousand within its immense, 400m long hull. Its goal is to reach and scout Proxima Centauri b, the nearest potentially habitable planet to Sol based upon preliminary data transmitted from an earlier probe. At Pandora’s maximum speed, allowing for safe acceleration, the journey has taken fifteen years. Of the five thousand crew members aboard 95% have spent the journey in cryostasis from the moment acceleration began until the ship’s arrival in the system. Two hundred and fifty people, mostly naval officers, have been awake for intervals of several months in rotating shifts to ensure the ship’s safe procession between systems.

Though not explicitly a military mission, military personnel from a variety of Sol’s nations, colonies, and even private contractors have been well represented on the expedition. Despite a civilian leader for the mission the Pandora’s captain has operational authority until the expedition reaches the system, and all of the ship’s pilots operate under his authority regardless of their original outfits. The crew is composed of a mix of naval personnel, scientists, pilots, and the engineers needed to separate the Colony Module from the Advance Ship and assemble from it a viable habitat in Proxima Centauri.

The Pandora is outfitted with all of the materials, and fabrication equipment, necessary to support itself on its long journey beyond any hope of assistance and build the colony in orbit around Proxima Centauri b upon arrival. At its core is a bleeding edge (at launch) Battle Carrier, the Pyxis, and within its bays are advanced Orbitals chosen and outfitted by the pilots aboard. Officially the military presence is a precaution though some have questioned so weighty a fighting force sent along on a thirty year scientific mission.

Nevertheless, a number of pilots have been chosen as crew equally essential with the scientists aboard.



Derived from the mecha of the early colonization era, Orbitals are a more potent force than the Heavies of old. Where the Heavies ran on fusion reactors the Orbitals run off of an Oberth Reactor, the same technology which gives them their name. The power generated by the newer reactors is a vast improvement over the old and technologies in limited use during the era of the Heavies are now abundant. Transformable frames, combinable frames, beam weapons, and rail weapons are all used with different degrees of commonality.

The Oberth Reactor is also the first reactor capable of powering the same EM drives that propel modern spacecraft, allowing most Orbitals flight for the purposes of transportation, if not combat. Combat airframes remain a specialized model, owing to the needs of maneuverability and speed over general transportation.

Despite their potency, Oberth reactors do not have an infinite rate of power generation. Unless properly specced, machines with energy intensive systems will rapidly drain the available charge until the reactor can replenish the machine’s capacitors. For this reason rail weapons are still often preferred over beam weapons for reasons of power efficiency.

The Battle Carrier Pyxis has bays for 60 Orbitals, though not all are filled.



I had a hankering for a mecha game, so I made one. Advance on Proxima takes inspiration from shows like Gunbuster, Macross, Martian Successor Nadesico and the ilk. Gloriously 80s and 90s in style, aliens to fight, and cool robots to pilot.

Some simple rules;

Listen to your GM (and/or Co-GM). We’re here to have fun as much as you, but we do need to keep things running.
Keep things civil.
If you have a question, ask.
If you’re going to be away for a long period of time, a heads up to me and your fellow players is appreciated.

I believe in our hardy trio of plucky underdog, experienced swordsman, and stylish italian


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