Queen Raidne

Stargate - Alliances

Interestingly, Dr. Kate was never actually called to the bridge. I could post her reading and reacting to ship combat. Maybe do some stuff with the weapons. That might be interesting.

The Transreality War: Ship-Based Sci-Fi Multiverse RP

+Maxxorlord:
● OC or Canon is fine, whichever you'd prefer.
● Pick whichever continuity you think is appropriate.

Oh, hey, I see you made a sheet---
Oh, look, you're remaking your sheet! Let me know when you're done.

+Darkwolf687:
Hmm. I'm concerned about the massive number of ground-invasion forces that you have (and your ability to glass planets, but I think I recall that being damaged during your method of transfer), especially when compared to the other PC ships' number of available forces. Either convince me that it'll be okay, downsize your ship (again :P ), or downsize the number of ground-invasion forces, please.

+Click This:
Well, you can read the IC posts now. Admittedly there's going to be a higher quotient of technobabble in the first few posts than later ones, but if you can see yourself interacting still, you should be fine. Of course, if there's ever something that you find yourself completely clueless about, you can ask in the OOC. We should be able to at least point you to where you can find out more information. And some familiarity with the Star Wars universe would be helpful - at least the general plot of Episode IV.

Other than that, presumably your ship's crew won't know much about this universe and the other ships anyway.

+Mattmanganon: Accepted! I totally remembered to accept you two days ago, and I definitely didn't just edit this in now. <3

Stargate - Alliances

I'm undead, actually.

The Transreality War: Ship-Based Sci-Fi Multiverse RP

OOC: You have no idea how much fun this was to write.
~o~0~o~

||Upper Earth Orbit_

"Comrade Commander," the leytenant said. "The Premier wishes to speak with you." The bridge of the Romanova was filled with blinking lights, dials, the green glow of phosphorous radar screens, oscilloscopes, thousands of switches, and wires going everywhere. Beams intersected the space at odd angles, forcing the bridge crew to duck constantly. The rare full-color computer graced the presence of a few stations. Crammed into the space, at the very center, was the pinnacle of Soviet command-and-control technology: a dual-screened, two-planar live-updating display of local space around the Romanova. Radar, visual feeds, and magnetoferrous sensors all integrated their data into this display. The miniature Romanova was marked with LED's, indicating the readiness and damage levels of various systems. In a suspiciously neat and tidy corner of the bridge, a circular two-way viewscreen the size of a small television had activated, broadcasting the ailing face of Premier Romanov. It was to this screen that Kapitan Venera Romanova walked to.

"Ah, Comrade Commander," the Premier said. "It is good to see you again. How fitting that as one Romanov lies ill, another spreads peace and love to the stars!" Lying ill was certainly correct. Rumor had it that although Romanov had personally written a letter recommending an illustrious commander (the very same that was instrumental in winning the Third Great War) to succeed him, an upstart general by the name of Krukov was edging his way toward the position. Venera couldn't help but be concerned for her position should either manage to become Premier. Especially Krukov. Something bothered her about him and his close ally, Cherdenko.

"This is your five-year mission: Explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, and introduce them to the communist ideals of peace and love!" Romanov paused, somehow still managing to pose dramatically even while in bed. "Comrade Kapitan," he said, sitting up, speaking more quietly. "Who knows what the Soviet Union will have achieved when you get back. I expect great things from you. Good luck."

The transmission ended before a fit of coughing began. Venera reflected on the Premier's words with relief. Despite her distant relation to Romanov, he was still taking care of his own. Five years would be enough time for the political situation to resolve itself, and when she came back as a hero to the Soviet people, her position would remain secured. All she had to do was become a hero to the Soviet people. She grabbed the ship-wide.

"This is Commander Romanova. The Premier himself has just wished us luck on our journey." She paused for cheers around the ship. "Comrade Zelinsky, please set the chronosphere for extrasolar orbit."

Several hundred meters away, in the engineering spaces, Dr. Gregor Zelinsky began the process of setting the chronosphere's coordinates, flipping switches and punching numbers into keypads. The chronosphere was captured technology from the Allied forces of the Third Great War. While Gregor was the expert on the technology, even he wasn't sure how the device actually worked. As nearly as he could tell, it created a bore-hole through space, enveloping the target and dumping it out the other side. Even if the Allied schematics weren't precisely clear or helpful, the basic operation of the device was simple - just enter the range and bearing of your target, and again for where you want your target to go. "The chronosphere is set for extrasolar orbit," Zelinsky said to his viewscreen.

"D'vai!" Kapitan Venera said, ordering the ship to engage.

Despite his certainty, Dr. Zelinsky paused over the large red "Engage" button. This would be the first time the device was ever activated by Soviet hands, and this was on a scale much larger than what the Allies had ever intended. Bracing himself, he pushed it.

The chronosphere activated much in the way Einstein and Tesla had designed it to: using a massive amount of energy, the device created the mass-equivalent of a black hole. Then the device ripped a small hole in space-time at the origin, curved the rip around the not-black hole, and flung it to its distant target. The space-time distortion around the not-black hole was such that to any and all outside observers, the entire process took a femtosecond. Therein lay the genius of the device: while creating the mass equivalent of a black hole for any length of time was impossible, creating one that lasted for a femtosecond was feasible.

Einstein, however, had modified his plans for the device when he realized that Soviet victory was inevitable. His sabotage locked out any possibility of temporal-displacement, and prevented the device from being used on anything other than itself. Dr. Zelinsky, clueless, had targeted the origin on the mass-center of the Romanova, not the chronosphere. That is why, an instant later, the N1-B Romanova reappeared in another universe entirely.

||Tatooine Orbit_

A spherical cage of blue-white energy tore its way into existence, neatly deposited the Romanova, and disappeared. There would have been spectacular sound effects, if this wasn't space. Immediate warning klaxons sounded all over the ship. The XO, Kapitan Yevgeniy Utkin, ran off to obtain damage reports.

"Put Zelinsky on screen," Venera ordered.
"Comrade Commander!" Dr. Zelinsky shouted into the engineering viewscreen. Sparks flew in the background as an engineering spaceman ran for a fire extinguisher.
"Dr. Zelinsky, where are we? What happened?"
"We appear to have travelled much farther than intended-"
"Good! Clearly our superior Soviet engineering has improved the second-rate Allied technology!"
"Yes, yes, but we've gone beyond known space. There are no familiar constellations here, anywhere!" An enormous fuse exploded in the background. Another spaceman ran to extinguish yet more fires with a fire extinguisher.
"Then reset the chronosphere. Take us back!"
"No! No! We cannot do that until we have determined what went wrong! The instabilities in the space-time could cause a chrono vortex, ripping apart anything in its path!"

Yevgeniy returned, giving Venera a crisp salute. "Comrade Commander, damage control teams report structural damage in the ionizeable materials pipes. We've cut power to the primary tesla coil, however-" A distant thud marked the sudden tear of a hole in the side of the ship, which began venting unionized plasma gas. "...the ducts are expected to burst from the buildup of pressure." A spaceman handed Kapitan Utkin a clipboard. "According to new reports, the unionized plasma has severely burned and melted the force field generator. Repairs could take a while."

"See to it that they're completed quickly! We cannot remain defenseless!" Venera turned back to the Leytenant managing the viewscreen. "Leytenant, inform Kapitan-leytenant Volkov that he is to take a flak of Cosmonauts on a recon mission around the hull. Report all potential hostiles as well as external damage."
"Da, Comrade Commander," the Leytenant said.
"Radar contacts! Bearing 090, 173, 251, close range!"
"Incoming radio traffic!"
"On bridge speaker." A curious mix of what sounded like Greek played over the speaker. It was followed by another transmission, this time in some form of Arabic, probably. Venera weighed her options. On the one hand, she still had sublight drives, missiles, and sentry autocannons. On the other, intelligent aliens would likely have more, and be equipped to help. Damn it all.
"Broadcast a class 3 pre-recorded distress signal," she ordered. They were in over their heads. "You there, spaceman!" she pointed to a random spaceman.
"Da!" he said standing upright from his console and giving a crisp salute.
"Find someone who knows Greek and someone who knows Arabic. Get them to report to the bridge immediately."
"Da, Comrade Commander!" the spaceman said, before disappearing down the hatch.

||Exterior, CCCP N1-B Romanova_

"Flak One, away! We shall flak them up!" Leytenant-kapitan Volkov shoved off from the airlock. He was followed by a flak of 75 Cosmonauts. "Maneuvering thrusters, engage!"

Cosmonauts, strapped into maneuvering packs, armed with laser rifles, spread out in a small cloud around the ship. Directed maser transmissions guided the flak into a neat formation around the ship, studiously keeping away from the highly-radioactive fission fragment rockets. The suits were, of course, rated to withstand such radiation, but even Volkov wasn't that crazy. The scene was strange. Several large alien vessels hovered nearby. Two of them had fighter wings spread out in defensive formations. The planet below was entirely desert, and Volkov could just make out small glints of distant spacecraft travelling to and from the planet.

The fighters concerned him marginally. "Flak One, initiate maneuver patter alpha." The pattern was modeled after the flight patterns of gnats on a warm summer day - constant, seemingly random movement within a general cloud.

The Transreality War: Ship-Based Sci-Fi Multiverse RP

{GM Post}

The Tower
He sat aloft a grandiose throne, shimmering in glass, gold and silver, the back of which extended upwards beyond the limitations of a human’s sight. The throne towered over the great hall and the assembled throng. He cut a striking figure, radiant in silver armour, a golden lion’s head for a shoulder plate and an open faced helmet that was surrounded by floating shards of glimmering steel that made up its mane. He looked out upon the assembled gods. They, his Kin, the masters of all.

Slowly he rose, scepter in hand and the great emperor of the Kin. Xeuss strode forwards, with each step a plate from the base of the throne flying forth and placing itself beneath his foot. Behind him, the glimmering opalescent drapery that flanked the throne pulled itself after him, almost as if it were attached via hooks or wires in a train that seemed to be never ending. There were no wires, nor hooks. The clothing simply followed where he went like an omnipotent cape.

Finally, after stepping a hundred paces he turned to his people, the Kin, who stood resplendent beneath him. Each bore regalia as befitting their station as rulers of many galaxies. Floating halos illuminated the heads of some, others wore armour like his own that bore striking resemblance to many fantastical creatures from a number of worlds and yet others bore little more than scraps of silks or ribbons that floated and moved according to breezes that did not exist.

“Behold!” Xeuss cried gesturing towards the center of the hall and an amorphous white substance flowed in from a number of recessed niches and coalesced into a gigantic orb. The image of the planet was forming and within a moment became a steel world, one shrouded in clouds. “Behold Coruscant! This will be the third time we have conquered this world! I imagine even now, he who calls himself Emperor, to be feeling some disturbance in the paltry power they call ‘The Force’.”
There were a number of wry chuckles at this.

“Prepare the Tower!” he cried, “We add anew another galaxy to our domain, to this nexus which is our palace. Kine against Kine! Inform the Kith it is time! Engage the World Engines! Send forth our forces!”

In the space above Coruscant all was quiet. The Empire had not seen an attack inside of the core worlds in some time by those irksome rebels. Then came a shimmering. Those upon the world of Coruscant’s upper levels looked up into the sky and spied something so massive that they could make it out with their naked eyes, what appeared to be a white line against the black. Up in space, the pearlescent tower materialized out of nothing. It was a massive cylinder some thousands of kilometers tall and easily a thousand kilometers wide.

The defense grid began to power and the planetary shield glimmered into existence even as the Tower began to launch ships. Ships from a thousand worlds emerged, in every shape and fashion. Vessels from the Federation, the Klingon Empire, the Romulans, Liberty, Kusari, the Citadel, a dozen other worlds, and even those belonging to a different Great Galactic Empire, powered their engines and descended towards the shining jewel of this galaxy.

Energy blasts streaked across the black as did solid ferrous slugs. The planetary shield and defensive systems, without preamble failed and shut themselves down. This was, after all, the third time the Kin had taken Coruscant and they had become exceedingly efficient at it.

Dagobah:
Fog crept through the darkness, enveloping the swampy world. Lizard-like amphibians croaked; far-off avians warbled. Something roared in the night. In a small, primitive hut lit merrily, a squat green creature ate rootleaf stew in peace. Yoda, Jedi Master, was contemplating the training he had planned for his last apprentice. Dagobah was silent without warning. The Force was chaotic; more chaotic than usual. The level of the disturbance was great enough to overpower the cave filled with the Dark Side that Yoda sheltered near.

Echoes of something strange, something unexpected and exotic wailed at Yoda. He sat down, cleared his mind, and concentrated. Ripples in the force - even for events so obviously big as this - didn’t last long, and he had to be patient, absorbing all of the ripple’s facets before it faded.

Coruscant:
Six Golan II Space Defense stations, seven Imperial-I class Star Destroyers, a host of fighter wings (both ground- and space-based), and countless lightly-armed civilian shipyards, orbital factories, and solar mirrors surround Coruscant. Traffic to and from the capitol is dense; the planet survives entirely on trade.

Without warning, a massive cylinder appears in the middle of this, and disgorges thousands of ships. The Coruscant Defense Fleet; the Golan II’s - all fall like so much paper lit on fire. The shields of the planet buckle and fall instantly under the massive assault. Millions die. Shuttles and small ships stream out of the system, desperately trying to escape the onslaught.

Yoda frowned. Disturbing, this turn of events was. Seek Obi-Wan and re-confer, he must.

As he began to make preparations to leave the planet, Yoda felt another disturbance in the force. Something alien, something exotic, but something with a glimmer of hope.

Tatooine:
Without warning, a bright blue ball of energy flashed in and out of existence, leaving behind a long, pointy spire-shaped ship. Seconds later, it was followed by flashes, bangs, explosions, and simple quiet appearances as more ships came into being from nothing.

Orbitum 2 - SciFi Space Nation RP

Poor Hyperdrive. Releasing drones that I keep meaning to react to and then forgetting about every time I post.

The Transreality War: Ship-Based Sci-Fi Multiverse RP

Sorry, it always takes me a week to get back into the swing of things for some reason.
~o~0~o~

+Sundered Echo: Accepted in its entirety.

+Mattmanganon: That is a bit large, I think. I like the concept, and I'd hate for you to lose all the work you've done on bios, so I think you can keep most of your sheet intact. Just less of it. Perhaps a cruiser or something similar? I'm not the most well-versed in the Warhammer 40K 'verse.

+Sep: You'll need a method of transfer and damage sustained, but it otherwise looks fine.

Orbitum 2 - SciFi Space Nation RP

Secondary Note: Apollo26 is now the Co-GM!

The Transreality War: Ship-Based Sci-Fi Multiverse RP

{Accepting!}




GM: Queen Raidne
Co-GM: Assallya


The galaxy is a jewel; the cosmos, its velvet-lined case.
Species, life - these are happenstance, chance reactions conceived and created in flashes of atmospheric disturbance.
Jewels, plural: Multiple galaxies; trillions of stars, trillions of chances, countless species, trillions of lives.
Cases, velvet-lined, plural. Multiple cosmoses. Many universes. Different start conditions; different circumstances, different jewels.
Jewel thief: one who steals jewels.
Jewel heist: the operation of stealing many cases (or one particular case) of jewels through cunning and/or deception.

Ships, molded by different circumstances, hanging upon the immense flypaper backdrop of the total absence of matter. Vessels designed to exceed the speed of light, vessels designed for war, vessels designed for hope, and vessels designed for peace. Habitats and seeds ejected from one planet toward the next, piloted by creations of chance. Free-floating carbon molecules running from jewel to jewel. In all of the cases of jewels in all the jewelry stores, molecules of carbon defy chance through sheer quantity, and end up in a different box. The same box.

Ships, wildly varying in attitude and character, for incredibly different and intricate reasons, find themselves in the same box. One about to be stolen.


It is a period of civil emergency. CORUSCANT, capital of the Galactic Empire, is under seige from a tower of unknown origin. EMPEROR PALPATINE, having escaped the seige, now rebuilds his forces to stage a counterattack. This has the unfortunate consequence of stranding DARTH VADER, his apprentice, behind the unknown enemy on Coruscant.

In the chaos, rebel spaceships strike from a hidden base, winning their first victory against the Galactic Empire. During the battle, Rebel spies easily stole secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet. Aglow with victory, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy.

Meanwhile, above the spaceport Mos Eisley on the planet Tatooine, a disparate band of heavily damaged, unknown ships appears from nowhere....

~o~0~o~

Universe: Star Wars
Time: Just prior to Episode IV - that is, the battle in which the rebels acquire the plans to the Death Star
You: Ships from any universe, transported to the Star Wars universe via mostly unreproduceable means, heavily damaged and/or low on supplies and fuel.

____||Ships:

|Power Level: Ships should be at an approximately equal or lower power level to the Enterprise (original series, Star Trek), Prometheus (Stargate SG-1 [note the lack of an Asgard core]), Normandy (Mass Effect), or Carrier (Starcraft II: Star Battle [custom game/map]). There's some leeway here, so if you're questioning whether or not a ship works, ask. Don't, however, ask if you can take Atlantis from Stargate Atlantis. The answer is no.

|Supplies/Damage: As your ship gets transferred over from its universe of origin (however you'd like for that to happen), or perhaps before it gets transferred, it will sustain damage and/or lose supplies. The point of this is to level the playing field amongst PC ships. So there might be the Galactica along side the Enterprise, but the Enterprise barely has enough antimatter to sustain life support, let alone shields. As a rule of thumb, the more advanced your ship is, the more crippled it should be.

The secret second point of this is to force everybody's ships to cooperate (or at least interact with the other PC ships for a bit). Furthermore, under the philosophy of "if it ain't broke, don't fix it", your ships are "broke". Oh, look at that whole universe and PC and enemy ships literally made of alien tech. Alien upgrades, anyone?

|An Acceptable Break from Reality: There can be more of these, obviously, but let's just agree to get this out of the way:
-Aliens speak English/Universal Translators: To avoid two pages of "how do I understand this language?" posts, Galactic Basic is assumed to be readily translatable to your ship's crew, and vice-versa. If you'd like to tackle Wookiee, or other obscure dialects, it's up to you as to how difficult it is to translate.

Ship Sheet

|Ship Name:
|Universe of Origin:
|Method of Transfer (inc. damage sustained during transfer/current supplies):
|Ship Specifications: (armament, dimensions, shielding, transporters, etc)
|Crew:
+Name:
+Job:
+Description:

Example

|Ship Name: N1-B Romanova
|Universe of Origin: Command and Conquer Red Alert 2 (+25 years)
|Method of Transfer (inc. damage sustained during transfer/current supplies): The Soviet Union tested Chronosphere technology for the first time. Either something was uncalibrated, or the chronosphere was never designed to teleport itself, because the ship suffered some severe damage before ending up in a completely different universe. The ionizable materials tanks - vital for firing the tesla coils in an extra-atmospheric environment - are leaking heavily and there is significant melting, warping and other heat damage in the force field emitter. And while the chronosphere might be capable of activation again, there's no telling what the consequences might be.
|Ship Specifications: After the glorious Soviet victory in the Second Great War, humanity was could venture to the stars free of any capitalist chains. During the rush to design, build, and launch spacecraft, many new designs were tested. Many attempted to incoporate experimental technology liberated from the oppressed former capitalist nations. The most successful, however, was based upon an unfinished prototype for a Soviet lunar-landing rocket, the N1.

Schematics and Pictures

Bare


Annotated:


Under Construction:

+Length: 1000m
+Armament:
10x Tesla coils arranged in three rings of three, modified for use in space. These actually spew a stream of ionized plasma at a target before following up with several thousand volts of electricity. While their range isn't particularly long (the primary coil has decent range), the combined electromagnetic and thermal effects is significant.
9x 23mm Rikhter machine guns. Originally used in the Tupolev Tu-22, the Rikhter is capable of spewing out 300 rounds per second at 850 meters per second. The Romanova uses them to supplement its Tesla coils against enemy fighters and as point defense against missiles.
6 missile silos. The Romanova carries a full complement of 12 nuclear warheads and 48 V5 long-range ballistic missiles.
+Propulsion: 30 Fission fragment rockets, maneuvering thrusters
+Utility: Magnetron - think very powerful directed magnet; essentially it's a tractor beam capable of pulling car-sized vehicles into space from extremely low orbit for about 6 seconds, followed by a significant cooldown.
Chronosphere - Mid-range teleportation device. It will kill living beings near the origin and destination of the vehicle being teleported if they aren't in a faraday cage (e.g. surrounded by metal). It takes 10 minutes to recharge. This particular chronosphere has its origin locked on the Romanova, or else random transuniversal teleporation (and damage) results.
+Defenses: 30 second force field (at the cost of all power and thrust for a minute and a half during and after activation). Note that the force field is nearly impenetrable, however.
+Crew: 1,200
+Cosmonauts (soldiers equipped with lasers, maneuvering packs, and space suits trained specifically to fight in vacuum): 300. Some ships have small personal fighter craft. The Soviets prefer to just use extremely maneuverable (and somewhat expendable) cosmonaut "volunteers" armed with laser rifles.

|Crew:

+Name: Venera Romanova
+Rank: Kapitan 2 ranga
+Job: Commander
+Description: Venera Romanova, a minor relation to the famous Romanov line, was only 15 when the soviet forces secured their victory against the evil traitor Yuri. Spurred by the endless patriotism in the world's new superstate, Venera enlisted in the new space branch of the soviet armed forces. Being, of course, a naturally higher-caliber leader, Venera was quickly sent to the Officer's training school. From there she was placed as captain of the latest top-secret military vessel, appropriately named after the Premier's family line. It was a quiet, out-of-the way position, easily covered up if she should fail while still sufficiently prestigious should she succeed.

Venera herself is a highly charismatic leader, either completely brainwashed by soviet ideology or very good at hiding unpatriotic thoughts. Most of her military tactics, when they are called for, follow the general Soviet strategy: might, power, and single-minded purpose. She commands her ship with an iron fist of respect and fear - as a matter of fact, there's not much difference in her mind. Some whisper that she is a bit power-mad, pointing to the Premier himself's madness in his twilight years. Those that make such whispers, however, are quietly reindoctrinated into more productive avenues of thinking.

Meanwhile, she's been fighting an internal struggle to maintain the prestige of the Romanov line without seeming like a weak and minor part of it herself. Having been elevated to such a high position, she feels pressured to act how she thinks people would expect her to.[/b]

+Name: Yevgeniy Utkin
+Rank: Kapitan 3 ranga
+Job: XO
+Description: Kapitan Utkin is a small rarity in the CCCP: a man that acquired command through merit alone. Frustratingly for him, however, a Romonov beat him to command of the N1-B. While he believes whole-heartedly in the message of the Soviet Union, he sometimes questions its methods (internally, of course). He's often stuck actually implementing the commander's plans, but takes advantage of this and often tries to tone down Venera's relentless ideological pratter.

+Name: Sergei Volkov
+Rank: Kapitan-leytenant
+Job: Cosmonaut Commander
+Description: Sergei Volkov is well-known amongst the crew for having attended re-education filming sessions voluntarily. He says that they're "fun" and "entertaining". He comes from a line of warring men, going all the way back to the First Great War, when his great-grandfather commanded a mammoth tank against the forces of Greece. His grandfather fought as a commando in several secret raids to help secure the World Socialist Alliance's secret buildup of armed forces, and his father was the captain of a Kirov-class heavy bomber airship. In reality, anyone who would willingly lead a battalion of men into one-on-one combat against enemy fighters in space would have to be a little crazy.

However, he has successfully proven the worth of the Cosmonaut concept. In several full-field scale excersizes, it was found that a swarm of highly maneuverable and expendable men is nearly as effective and much less expensive than an actual fighter escort. Some of these findings, of course, might have been due to the quality of the hastily-assembled MiG Cosmos starfighter, but nobody can deny that Volkov's equally-crazy commando force is effective.

+Name: Gregor Zelinsky
+Rank: Doctor
+Job: Scientist/Engineer
+Description: A nervous-seeming man who studied under Tesla himself, Dr. Zelinsky was quietly reappropriated from a top-secret project to work on the Romanova. His background in chrono technology (the Chronosphere being a joint invention between Einstein and Tesla) proved invaluable in the integration of captured capitalist technology. This has the unfortunate side effect of Dr. Zelinsky being the one whom everyone both blames and turns to should anything on the ship malfunction.

His knowledge of both Soviet and Allied technology is unparalleled as a result, and certainly nobody on board the Romanova could outmatch him.

Orbitum 2 - SciFi Space Nation RP

I'm here. A co-gm would be marvelous. And feel free to join! We're a bit dead, so perhaps some fresh faces will liven this thing up.

CLEAR!