Faster Than Light | Five percent chance to hit my ship. FIVE. PERCENT. TO HIT. MY SHIP. |
- Five percent chance to hit my ship. FIVE. PERCENT. TO HIT. MY SHIP.
- Recruiting for Eldritch Horrors
- My GF did No Shields, No Cloak FS kill AE Hard
- A tier list I made Cause Why Not
- Returning to a fight - what resets?
- FTL in one image
- Some augments I got Ideas for
- I see your fire tactics war crimes, and raise you 2 glaive beams with advanced hacking. [Captain's Edition: Endless Loot]
- I would've thought the Engi were great ship designers but....
- A sad story from a while ago
- Got further than last time, still lost, what was my biggest issue?
- FTL short, finished.
- Artillery Laser
- Finally ! My first win in normal ! Double Flak 1 for the win !
| Five percent chance to hit my ship. FIVE. PERCENT. TO HIT. MY SHIP. Posted: 07 Aug 2020 05:06 PM PDT
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| Recruiting for Eldritch Horrors Posted: 07 Aug 2020 08:45 PM PDT Hey everyone, Sallyspartan here. For those of you that don't know I recently (like a yesterday) made a post about Eldritch Horrors Chapter 2 being up on the forums. I have several more chapters planned and I am hopping to get some help on them to speed up the process since it is mostly just me at the moment. No matter what skill set you have, if you'd like to help out I could use it. (Each chapter from here on out contains at least 7 crew types, 6 new sectors, and event overhauls to generic EH events and Dreadlands event lists, so quite a bit per chapter.) If you are interested, please join the EH discord here: https://discord.gg/endCcax [link] [comments] | ||
| My GF did No Shields, No Cloak FS kill AE Hard Posted: 07 Aug 2020 07:05 AM PDT
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| A tier list I made Cause Why Not Posted: 07 Aug 2020 09:48 PM PDT
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| Returning to a fight - what resets? Posted: 07 Aug 2020 03:28 PM PDT For achievement-hunting reasons that aren't worth explaining, I find myself considering a retreat from a combat and then returning to it. What exactly resets on the enemy ship when you do this? From the handful of times I've done this, I think... 1) Hull points stay where you left them 2) Dead crew stay dead, others heal. (I believe the RFS is an exception, but that's not relevant here.) 3) Systems are repaired Does that sound right? The few times I've done this I've never looked too closely. [link] [comments] | ||
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| Posted: 07 Aug 2020 10:00 PM PDT Combustion Implant: All of your Zoltan crew members do 45 damage instead of 15 upon explosion. All of your Zoltan crew members can also explode at any time via their profile. Cost: 100, Very Rare, Not stackable. Reinforced hull: All Weapons except for teleportation bombs and beams must cause a breach to do system damage. Cost: 80, Rare, Not Stackable. Expanded Hold: Your ship can hold 2 more auguments(including this one.) Cost: 50, rare, not stackable. Gravity Disablement: All crew aboard move at a speed of times 2. While turning corners, all crew move at a speed of 0.5 times. Cost: 60, Common, Not stackable [link] [comments] | ||
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| I would've thought the Engi were great ship designers but.... Posted: 07 Aug 2020 12:12 PM PDT
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| Posted: 07 Aug 2020 09:04 AM PDT So it was maybe my fifth run at the game, still trying to figure stuff out and how to run the ship. I had gotten a quest where this person's friends became pirates and he payed me to attack them, but not kill them. He just wanted them to not be pirates. I took on the mission and started firing at the ship and a stray laser of mine started a fire in the ship. The crew were too busy repairing weapons and the fire grew more and more. Once they saw the fire they tried putting it out and failed. I held fire but the two last crew were just hiding in the corners of the ship, and once the fire got to them, they died. I got a pop up saying that we shouldn't go back to the original guy and while I repaired my ship and healed my crew, I still heard the fire on the ship and the parts breaking. Eventually all of the ships systems broke and the ship itself still was there, it's just that everything was burnt to a crisp and then in a vacuum. I felt so bad after that because it must have been the worst torture imaginable, stuck in a small room while fire burns outside, eventually spreading to you and burning you alive. After that I made a little note to myself to never let fires spread on enemy ships as I didn't want even my enemies to feel that. [link] [comments] | ||
| Got further than last time, still lost, what was my biggest issue? Posted: 07 Aug 2020 12:26 PM PDT | ||
| Posted: 07 Aug 2020 02:44 AM PDT It was supposed to be an easy hit, who knew how much that crystal hull plating alone would sell for on the black market? There had been rumors, of course, about a crystalline race living in an uncharted sector. But there were always rumors, about the impending rebel advance, the construction of a super-advanced ship in the rebel stronghold, just rumors. The ship itself was basically a hunk of crystal, probably captained by some rich idiot who'd one day decided to make a pretty red ship to cruise around the galaxy in, and had thought an old legend would prevent pirates from blowing said ship into red rubble. Like the captain used to say, they were "ripe for the picking." Our ship was fairly well-equipped. All the better to scare the shit out of random cargo ships. The (remaining) crew were clamoring for some upgrades after we ran into Kazaaakplethkilik, (did I spell it right?) Oh boy, that was some fight, you know the one thing scarier than giant alien spiders? Bigger alien spiders. But in all seriousness, I still have nightmares about his boarders ripping through the reinforced doors and eviscerating half the people on the bridge. The captain barely managed an FTL jump before the engines gave out, cost a fortune to repair the ship and hire new crew members, not to mention the highly murderous guest they left behind. The bastard holed up in the storage room and refused to leave at the next spaceport. When I came down to "escort" him out, he tried to cut my head off. Idiot had a smoking hole in his head before he crossed half the distance. Damn mantis. Anyways, back to the ship. We closed the distance with a quick burst of the engines, didn't want to give them time to jump away. The captain gave the order to ready the boarding crew, unlucky bastards. Did you know that the average lifespan of a human boarder was 30 years? 30. Fucking. Years. Of course, those towering rock-fucks lived for like two centuries, and the mantis for about 60 years, but the majority of them died of natural causes. Mostly because no one's stupid enough to piss off either race, lest they find themselves suddenly lacking a head. We had a mantis of our own, but she was…. Unpredictable. Once she started killing, it was hard to get her to stop. I couldn't even pronounce her name, (KkllGra-kkAK or something.) so I just called her Emma. Emma did not speak any human languages, only Zoltan, which was good since about half the crew spoke Zoltan. (Not counting the Zoltan crew running the engine room.) We only used her when a ship had mantis or rock crewmembers, but that was rare, we mostly pirated in human-controlled areas. The boarding crew was only used for ships we didn't want to blast into pieces, ships we could sell for more scrap than we could recover from their wrecks. Or ships that proved tougher prey than they looked. Normally we had a slug on board, just for missions like these, so they could tell us what the enemy had in terms of manpower. But our slug crewmember had been killed by Kazaaakplethkilik's boarders, we found him in pieces in his room. I bet the cleaning crew loved scrubbing him off the walls. There wasn't a slug at the spaceport we recuperated at, neither was there at the next one. My suspicions were confirmed, they were withdrawing back into their secluded nebulas, content to watch and wait while the Federation and the Rebels tore the galaxy apart. The captain hailed the ship as soon as we got into weapons range, his usual, "Give up and you will face no harm." Sort of crap. At least he wasn't lying, we dropped off any remaining enemies at the next populated place we got to. But what was not usual, was the response. "Right back to you, dipshit." Now, most ships took one glance at our weapons, and either started charging their FTL, or immediately surrendered. There were some, either confident or brave enough to engage. We mostly had one-sided fights, with us barely taking any hits. In fact, I once heard the captain say that in all his days as a pirate, he'd only been outright defeated once. By (you guessed it!) Kazaaakplethkilik. The captain stroked his beard, "Are they charging their FTL?" I should probably tell you what my job on that ship was. I was an assistant of a sort, making sure the Captain had enough information to do his job. I never asked much about his past, all I knew was that he was damn good at pirating ships, and that's all I cared about. I looked at the energy levels of the ship's systems, "No… they seem to be putting no power into the FTL drive." The captain looked puzzled for a second, then he grinned, "You are very courageous. Would you open a video-comm, so I might know who I'm about to kill?" I looked expectantly at the video-screen, seeing it flicker to life, revealing a young woman in a Federation uniform. This is when my first oh shit alarms started going off, even though the Federation was crippled by the rebels, it was still a big no-no to attack their ships, almost as much as attacking a rebel. I glanced at the captain, it seemed he suffered from none of my doubt, "With whom am I speaking?" He asked, still grinning away. "Captain Dania Briggs, this here is my pilot, Derrick." The slug sitting in the pilot seat raised his arm in greeting. She continued, "My first mate is currently occupied, I daresay you'll be meeting him soon enough. So, enough pleasantries, Let's fuckin do this." She cut comms. "Captain," I said, "They aren't powering up any weapons." He nodded vaguely, "they're planning something. Is the boarding crew ready?" "Not yet." "Good, go get the mantis." My uh-oh alarms were really going off now, this was not normal behavior. He knew something, something that would cause him to attack a Federation ship. Nevertheless, I went to get Emma. She was sitting in her… Habitat? I have no idea what to call it. Emma's room was a former sleeping quarter-turned sub-tropical rainforest. We had to do that for her, or she threatened to leave, killing anyone who got in her way. The original translation was something like, "Sustenance, room, slaughter, require. Nothing else. Depart if these provided not. Stop me, die." Zoltan was a strange language. "Emma," I said in Zoltan, "Glorious slaughter awaits." Suddenly, a low boom reverberated throughout the ship, the floor listing alarmingly. The loudspeaker crackled to life, "Second officer Keen, please report to the bridg-" A second voice came over, "KEEN," it was the captain. "GET THE FUCK UP HERE NOW, THEY'RE USING THAT SHIP LIKE A BATTERING RAM." I quickened my pace as a second boom sounded, the ship tilting noticeably now. The captain started talking as soon as I entered the bridge, "They cloaked as soon as we got a shot off, slipped behind that nebula, then burst out and fucking rammed us!" He pounded his fist on the armrest, no longer smiled. Another boom sounded, this time louder. "Captain, I recommend halting boarding crews." "We won't be able to scratch that damn chassis with our guns, It's our only option." The pilot, Viper, spoke up. "I beg your pardon, but we don't know what's on there, you know those rumors about that crystal people? Well, how do we know they're not waiting on that ship?" "Ahh, just shut the fuck up, Viper," The captain boomed, "That's an old bedtime story. Keen, perform final checks on boarders." Final checks were just making sure no one was high out of their mind on Ecstasy, (happened) or forgot their weapon, (also happened) or both. The boarding crew were a decent lot, all great sharpshooters, but they were far too, "life's short, so let's go get really stoned, then fight hordes of mantis!" Basically just suicidal, but with more drugs. Thankfully, everyone had their gun, and no one was snorting coke, (at least not yet.) They were talking and laughing amongst themselves, you would never have known they were all about to risk their lives for a bit of scrap. Suddenly, they all stopped and stared at something behind me, I turned, seeing Emma standing in the doorway. "Keen." She hissed. "Yes?" "What is this infernal rocking? Are the gods punishing us for our misdeeds?" One of the boarders, Rob, laughed, "That's our Emma, religious as a Rockman!" They all burst out laughing, Emma however, was not amused, "Silence meatsack, I have killed many of your kind, if not for my contract, you would soon be joining them." The first thing the captain had her do when she joined the crew was sign a contract that prevented violence against any fellow crewmembers, unless in extreme circumstances. He once said that half the crew would be dead if not for that piece of paper. "The ship rammed us several times." "Bah, let us go rip their entrails out. They cannot ram us if they are dead." "True, the captain wants you on the boarding crew anyways." She scuttled into the room to take her place on the teleporter, muttering in Zoltan, "Me, a Krck-rkA? Foolish meatbags." I lifted up my radio, "Captain, final checks complete, all boarders ready." The captain had us use practically archaic radios to communicate with, the new models, he explained, were extremely susceptible to jamming and/or hacking. The downside to this was that he could not communicate back, forcing him to use the loudspeaker if he wanted to respond. Said loudspeaker was silent, in fact, so was the ship. No steady rumble of us being rammed, nothing. Suddenly, a strange voice came over the loudspeaker, it was a deep rumble, but smoother than the grating Rockman speech. "Attention good crew, this is first mate Ruwen of the ship "Carnelian." The voice laughed, long and deep, "What was it you said? Give up and you will face no harm? Well, your captain didn't follow his own advice. Now he's dead. So, the question is, will you?" I immediately started sprinting to the bridge, in the heat of the moment, my brain just didn't register the potential danger. It was a corpse-yard in there, the air stinking of urine and blood, probably because most of the cadavers on the floor pissed themselves before being slaughtered. The captain himself was sticking out of the floor, half-in, half-out. A laugh broke the somber silence. It took me a second to realize it was mine. It took me another second to realize why. I still chuckle to this day, because get this, the bathrooms were directly below the bridge, so some poor guy was taking a shit, and then boom, the fucking captain's sticking out of the ceiling! My mirth lasted several moments, until I got ahold of myself and straightened up, still giggling. Suddenly, I heard something moving in the corner, I turned slowly, unholstering my standard-issue laser pistol. Viper emerged from the shadows with his hands up; "Keen?" He half sobbed, "Oh fuck, oh shit." He started hyperventilating, covering his face with his hands and crying. I awkwardly patted him on the back, "What happened?" I asked. It took a moment for him to respond, "As soon as you left, oh god, those legends, THEY'RE FUCKING REAL, I don't know if this is the best or worst day of my life." "Legends? What the fuck do you mean?" He continued, "As soon as you left, this Crystal man teleported onto the bridge, I didn't see it, I was too busy trying to get us in firing range on that cruiser. But it must have happened, because I heard this voice, it was like, "Drop your weapons or fucking die." And y'know I wasn't overly worried, because there were like ten of our people with guns, and the regulations prohibit any ship built to have more than four teleporter tiles. But I turned around, just for a second, and it was just one crystal dude! No weapons, nothing. And the captain just stood there, kinda staring at him, then he laughed, and sai- " He was cut off by the video screen, it was so cracked and bloodstained that I had a hard time discerning what was on it, but the audio was clear; "Your captain is dead, your pilot is dead. Or so my first mate says, but I don't doubt him in the least, so let's get down to business." She paused for a second, then continued, "We're on our way to the Federation fleet, we require supplies, yadda-yadda, just give me some good shit, and I won't blast you to hell." I considered our options, we didn't have much scrap in our storage, and we had no missiles, it was unlikely she would spare us based on our meager offering of money. Fighting was suicide, so we had one option; Run, unbeknownst to most of the crew, the captain had installed a sort of energy receiver on the main engine. So, if all the Zoltan's in the engine room all combined to overcharge the engine's, the captain theorized we could skip sectors without long-range beacons. However, the engines would be completely fucked. They would have to be replaced. But now… Better the engines than our asses. I got up, and walked slowly over to the captain's chair, sitting down, I took a moment to clear my thoughts. Then I started giving orders. "Viper, get your sorry ass back in that pilot seat, set an FTL course for that spaceport on Tyrion. DON'T START THE CHARGE YET." "B-bu-" "NOW." I grabbed the microphone and set it to specifically broadcast in the engine room, "Mets, get all the Zoltan's, ALL OF THEM. Overcharge the engines in approximately three minutes." Next, I opened a comm to the Carnelian, "Why hello, Captain Briggs, we are currently procuring the scrap and material's, please wait, ah, three minutes." "Why, you wouldn't be planning on escaping, would you? Because in the thirty seconds it takes for you to complete the jump, you'll be hit by about five different cannons." "I beg your pardon, but our engines are completely shot, no escaping for us." She took a minute to respond, no doubt checking whether our engine system was disabled. "Wow, I must say, I'm impressed, you're telling the truth!" Just then, Viper gave the signal for FTL charging. I signed back: Ok I straightened, "Sorry Briggs, you come to learn that there are two types of lying, lying with falsehoods, and lying by omission," Her expression changed, now she looked confused. I continued, "I'm afraid there's something I forgot to tell you, we're going home. PUNCH IT VIPER!" Then suddenly, the open space was gone, replaced by the bustling activity of a spaceport, a few ships hailed us, asking if we were okay, did we need to be towed to the repair shop. I graciously accepted the last offer, willing to swallow some pride to keep us alive. I had to sell some weapons to make repairs, but hey, we had enough anyway. I'm the captain now, the crew all agreed that I was the obvious choice. The first thing I did was quit being a pirate. So, you wanted to know why I enlisted myself, my ship, and my crew in the Galactic Federation? I don't fucking know, why did I have to write this essay about my experiences as a captain? Well, I already know, you want to make sure another rebellion never happens, so you make us write personal narratives to make sure we weren't pirates or traitors. At least I'm not a traitor, but that hardly matters. I just joined because I need money, and food, so I decided to serve our glorious government while I was at it. But mostly? I just want to see the look on captain Dania Briggs's face when she sees a pirate that she near destroyed in command of a Federation ship. I won't incite a rebellion, I swear! You can even paint my ship that horrid orange color. I guess I hope you approve my entry, Keen out. ENLISTEE #3371 ENTRY APRROVED WELCOME TO THE GALACTIC FEDERATION [link] [comments] | ||
| Posted: 07 Aug 2020 09:01 AM PDT Excuse me what on earth is this thing I know about the osprey, but as an actual weapon. I need answers!!!! [link] [comments] | ||
| Finally ! My first win in normal ! Double Flak 1 for the win ! Posted: 07 Aug 2020 02:44 AM PDT
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