Faster Than Light | If only the Scientists had some way to put out their own fire.... |
- If only the Scientists had some way to put out their own fire....
- POV: You get the single blue option for humans in the entire game.
- Pure art, is it not?
- When you are doing the 20% oxygen quest but RNG gives you too much crew
- When you play stealth cruiser, collect enough scrap, but the store doesn’t sell shields
- My Ship tier list (hard mode, explanations in comments)
- POV: You just defeated the Federation scum
- We're gonna need a bigger boat....
- Is there a way to unlock all the ships without fighting the cruiser in sector 8, other than the "c" variations of the ships?
- I've heard the modding community is good for this game
- Multiverse Travelogues: Sector 1—Federation Multiverse Drop Point
- How do you mod FTL?
- Hyperspace Help: AchievmentTracker:GetShipAchievments
- I am confused about upgrading piloting?
| If only the Scientists had some way to put out their own fire.... Posted: 22 Jun 2021 07:33 PM PDT
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| POV: You get the single blue option for humans in the entire game. Posted: 22 Jun 2021 08:46 AM PDT
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| When you are doing the 20% oxygen quest but RNG gives you too much crew Posted: 23 Jun 2021 01:46 AM PDT
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| When you play stealth cruiser, collect enough scrap, but the store doesn’t sell shields Posted: 22 Jun 2021 07:25 PM PDT
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| My Ship tier list (hard mode, explanations in comments) Posted: 22 Jun 2021 10:58 PM PDT
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| POV: You just defeated the Federation scum Posted: 22 Jun 2021 08:56 AM PDT
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| We're gonna need a bigger boat.... Posted: 22 Jun 2021 11:58 PM PDT | ||
| Posted: 22 Jun 2021 07:23 PM PDT The flagship, and sector 8, just isn't fun, but I wanna play the game knowing I can unlock the majority of the ships similar to the slug ship which I just learned about (doing the quest in a slug nebula) [link] [comments] | ||
| I've heard the modding community is good for this game Posted: 22 Jun 2021 07:30 PM PDT | ||
| Multiverse Travelogues: Sector 1—Federation Multiverse Drop Point Posted: 22 Jun 2021 08:10 AM PDT
Bloch steered the ship into the hangar, playing at being a pilot despite knowing full well that this kind of navigation was what the AI excelled at. It was quiet with only him aboard. Not a quiet that would last long, so he should enjoy it. Of all the infinite branching possibilities the multiverse offered, the ones where the federation was anything more than a crumbling wreck were so very rare. Judging by the state of the outpost, this universe was no different in that regard. An old, familiar Kestrel-class cruiser was docked a few berths to the left, a sorry-looking scrum of civilians clustered outside the airlocks. Many of them were drifting over to his ship now that he'd settled down. He should go out and explain … everything. And he would. For now, he was content to sit back in his chair and watch. Apart from the Kestrel, there were two small ships he recognized from historical records, one escort-class and an interceptor. Both had been sent out in the original universe along with the Kestrel. The interceptor hadn't even made it out of the sector before an auto-ship took it down, and the other had vanished without a trace. There was also a militia fighter. That was encouraging. With the federation fracturing at every seam, a loose collection of independent civilians had picked up the slack. Back home, the two organizations had rubbed each other the wrong way since the start, with the federation blaming the militia for the loss of coordination and resources and the militia condemning the federation for withholding strategic intelligence in sectors they now controlled. Normally those kinds of independent groups either collapsed or instituted a power structure that funneled wealth to the top, but the militia had to this day maintained a moral integrity Bloch had to admit was extremely impressive. Then a plant and a blobby swarm of nanites showed up, and there was barely enough time for the obvious questions before the jump. The ship burst into existence beside the supply depot Bloch had aimed for. It was uncomfortable to acknowledge he wasn't the first to arrive in this reality. Someone else had come here before and set up these caches in case they failed, which showed a fatalism that had proven unfortunately practical. The depot was old, and its reactor had either been broken or stolen. There was time to talk while the ship settled into place and pumped oxygen into the small floating warehouse. The plant was an orchid, if his translator was correct. The being's name translated to Lisandra, and of the two other sophonts on board, they were the most alien. They communicated through light and gesture, lacking ears entirely, and had manufactured some sort of paint and started slathering it over the walls as soon as they arrived. Apparently it was to brighten up the place, not that Bloch could see the difference. The paint appeared to evaporate into nothingness as soon as it dried. Despite their weirdness they were friendly enough, and, more, they were perceptive enough to stop talking—signing, whatever—when Bloch got tired of it. This perception was something the engi lacked. It was marginally more interesting than the engi back home, but as soon as Justin started talking about value drift Bloch started zoning out. It was cool that it could repurpose its personal nanites without the restrictions it'd had under Harmony, but if it could've led with that and then shut up, Bloch would've been a lot happier. As soon as he heard the soft ding that signaled the depot had finally been repressurized, he was suited up and out the airlock. As soon as he made it inside, he knew what had happened to the reactor, as well as literally everything else that hadn't been bolted down. Forget power, the depot didn't even have the oxygen system to use it. There was nothing of worth left here but the structure itself. It took some doing, but with an engi, especially one who could reprogram itself, the task was over well before a cycle had passed. It still wasn't fast enough, because before the drive was charged another ship jumped in nearly on top of them. It had clearly been aiming for the depot they'd just salvaged. And judging by its paint job, it was not a friendly vessel. Someone made the decision. Afterward, Bloch wasn't sure if it was him, Lisandra, Justin, or even the ship's AI. One moment they were drifting peacefully in space, the next he was leaning forward in his chair, juking abruptly to the side as a dense bolt of plasma streaked toward him. It hit despite his efforts, the shield flickering off for just enough time for another weapon to fire, eating into the hull and chewing through delicate engine components room. He winced as the translator rendered Lisandra's frantic movements into a high-pitched shriek of pain and once again yanked the ship to the side, only realizing afterward that it hadn't mattered. Their own weapons had fired, one of the pirate's lasers wasn't functioning, and they were safe. They were safe. He slumped back, opening the comms system. "Lisandra, get yourself to the medbay. Leave the engines alone, it's fine. They'll keep." Another volley, and the other ship was scrap. Fast, it was always so fast. Even the simulations back home barely gave him enough time to respond. He checked on the rest of the crew after he'd sent the ship on a gentle course forward to collect the debris. Lisandra was at the medbay, the AI anticipating her arrival and providing the necessary power. It was fascinating to watch as the fuzzy gray nanobots bunched up by their scorched appendages, rejuvenating the tissues. Justin had extracted itself from the weapons systems, bunching up into its usual nanite cloud. Bloch couldn't help but notice how similar it looked to the simple nanobots at the medbay. The pirate vessel was quickly salvaged, and the next cycle was close. Bloch checked the sector map. A distress signal. There was no argument from the rest of the crew. A rebel ship met them on arrival, the same faded blue paint job as the stolen federation ship they'd just destroyed. Parts of the hull were scored and pitted with laser fire, but it seemed to be functioning well enough to hover menacingly over a dry dock. The distress signal was from the small merchant hub, which had a single, unshielded laser weapon aimed upward. They appeared to be at a stalemate, one which they were about to break. Weapons went online. The rebel vessel turned, a wide and curved thing that spoke to a more industrial purpose. A surge of power caught his eye, the engines gaining a boost of power. A distraction, the incoming shot slamming into the shield. But he was ready, now, and the next one went wide. Their own weapons went off with a roar, a basic two-shot burst laser and another laser that scanned a single shield frequency and resonated with it, piercing through the layer. It was over. The battle went on for a few seconds, a single laser firing desperately into the shields as the rebel ship rocketed away. Another volley reached it, and the explosion sent a few scattered fragments down toward the dry dock. The distress signal shut off, replaced with a trading beacon. A few choice bits of scrap and the repair bots went to work, patching over the blackened pit around which Lisandra had rerouted several cables. The available stock was either underwhelming or unsuited for the ship's current state, especially when they had just enough scrap to bring another layer of shields online. They made the modifications to the shield system, and Bloch took a look at the nearby beacons. There were two more distress signals potentially in their path. Everyone on board had joined the federation for a reason. The decision was once again unanimous. A civilian, out of fuel. They had some to spare. Now they had a missile launcher. Pirates, stuck in an asteroid belt. Unable to navigate out, without shields, without equipment. What had they been thinking? Justin was adamant about rescuing them, if only so they would know why. A few shots to clear a path seemed a sensible enough way to stage the rescue. It turned out there was a reason the pirates hadn't done the same, other than inability. A chain reaction of volatile minerals sent several pieces of debris into the shields and then the hull. The pirates were gone. There was quiet once more as Bloch queued the next jump into the computer. Pirates again, lurking in the ruins of a federation outpost. Judging by the wreckage, this was recent. Weapons online. A missile crashed into the hull. Nothing to worry about. Their weapons were disabled, their shields, and— There was a hail. They'd found a weapon, intact. Showed it stowed away with a few other bits and pieces. The color scheme meant ion weaponry. A theme of repentance and change came from captain and crew. Honesty was … questionable. However, one thing stuck out. They were scavengers more than pirates, or so they claimed. The ones who'd initially burned and sacked the place were gone. Bloch hesitated. Lisandra was insistent. Justin, ambivalent. With a frown, he turned back to the screen. The surrender was accepted. Another merchant, this one a large zoltan ship instead of any permanent settlement. Keeping everything mobile was a wise decision with all the pirates hanging about. The standard hails were exchanged before they docked, and they spent some time in a rather nice lounge. The ion weapon sold for a bit of scrap, more than enough to afford fixing the damage accumulated during the past jumps. A cloaking module cost more than they had. Bloch offered federation credits, and was more resigned than dismayed when they were rejected with a scoff. When they got back, the AI displayed newly-acquired data. It was clear by now that they were being followed, pursued as the first ship had been in Bloch's home universe. Old unencrypted transmissions floated around, their content technically void of strategic data but indicative of vastly increased rebel presence. A beacon ahead was broadcasting a unique code. Merchant. Bloch hadn't seen anything like it before. Might as well check it out. A traveling merchant, with immensely powerful shielding and weapons signatures that suggested it could fry a planet. Expressing neutrality and then offering resources in the worst display of mercantile instincts Bloch had ever witnessed. Privately, he believed this captain Sylvan had no need of the scrap he asked for. Unfortunately, Sylvan wouldn't be haggled down. It was a shame; the mark three defense drone on offer would have done much to settle his nerves during future battles. Pirates waited at the next beacon. These ones were obviously pretty down on their luck. The pirate vessel advanced regardless of the single basic model of laser their ship sported, not responding to hails. Space madness, Bloch thought privately. They opened fire, a single volley laying waste to both shields and engines. Then a hail came through. Surrender, in exchange for everything in their stores and transport to the nearest spaceport. Lisandra made it clear that refusing would be a war crime. Justin didn't seem to care. Truthfully, they could use the fuel. Bloch personally escorted the two grimy pirates down into the hold, where he chained them to a box of scrap. They dumped the pirates at a settlement, and heard a shuttle broadcasting a plea on loop. Rebels, attacking a station. Bloch promised they'd check it out. It was only a jump away. The station was set on the surface of a moon. At least this one had a planetary-grade shield array, but it wasn't the kind that could weather a siege. Already three of the four shield projectors were lighting up dangerously under the strain. Bloch moved them into range of the rebel ship, wincing at what it sported. Two lasers, but one was a burst weapon. And on top of that, a teleporter. As if in response to the thought, an intruder beamed aboard. A quick look at the sensors showed her advancing alone through the corridors, a laser pistol held ahead of her in a two-handed grip. She made it into the weapons room, where Justin was interfacing with the systems. She shot into the console, and a wave of nanites rose up to intercept the attack, spreading out along the path of the laser and dispersing its heat. A portion of the nanites fell dead to the floor. Another shot, and another stream of nanites detached from the systems and nullified the damage. Then the ship was firing, and Bloch needed to focus. He shunted the ship directly into the path of one laser, the other two passing harmlessly by. Yes. He wanted to shout his triumph, but it wasn't over yet. Justin was fully engaged in preventing the rebel from harming the systems, but the AI was competent enough to send a volley flying forward, breaking the shields enemy and frying their weapons. There. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then stood, unholstering his pistol. He headed to the weapons room. Little piles of black dust were sprinkled over the floor, the rebel firing over and over into Justin's nanite swarm. She didn't even notice when Bloch took aim. Didn't notice until he fired, and then she was dead with a hole through her chest. A moment later, there was an explosion, the light shining silently into the viewports. "Lotta dead … bots. Can you just eat the medbay ones to get more?" The answer was yes. This supply depot was fully functioning, and sent over a small package of scrap and missiles. During the rest of the cycle, Bloch looked into installing some sort of recovery arm onto the ship. It wasn't actually that hard. The magnetic arm seemed to provide the most utility. The yield was pitiful. Well, that made sense. If there'd been any useful materials nearby, they would've gone into the depot. The mantis had hidden a black market into a whale to avoid detection. Only problem with that was, they'd kept their trading beacon on and broadcasting. As soon as they approached, a fighter came rocketing forward, weapons hot. Time to shut this thing down. Bloch certainly wasn't going to trade with slavers, and neither were the rest of the crew. A mantis beamed aboard, directly into the weapons room. Justin kept him occupied while Bloch tried and failed to avoid a crackling bolt of energy that burned out against the shields. Then their own weapons got through, and Bloch was free to do something about the boarder flailing against Justin. He stepped carefully into the weapons room, spotting the mantis spitting and flailing against thin air. But this time he missed, the mantis ducking and scurrying forward in an instant. And then his arm was gone. Bloch barely had time to notice the loss before Justin solidified and plunged its arm into the mantis's back. The mantis started twitching, then his eyes rolled back in the back of his head and he fell to the floor, dead. "I don't want to be the one that has to shove that out the airlock," Bloch said. Then the pain arrived, and he started screaming. The medbay deserved an upgrade. Maybe two. It was wonderful. He might just start writing poetry about it. The rebels had stationed a fighter at the exit beacon, and it wasn't a scout. No, this was an elite fighter, on par with their own ship. Bloch took a breath, focus narrowing, just him and the controls. And then a soldier decked out in blast plate appeared in front of him. "Justin! Justin, get up here!" he shouted, before he had his teeth kicked out of his mouth. He blacked out for a second; when he came to, the rebel was quickly and efficiently turning large swathes of the engi to dust with a pulse rifle. Bloch couldn't feel his jaw. He should probably be more worried about that. He reached for his pistol, and then the soldier kicked him again, this time in the hand. The gun went skidding across the floor. He raised his head, vision blurry. The console had a flashing light on it. Shields damaged, that was what the symbol right there meant. The rebel was still turning Justin to dust. There was quite a lot of it. Nothing to it, then. He lunged for the soldier and grabbed hold of his gun. Justin solidified behind him, looking extremely thin. Justin got an elbow to where the gut would be on a human and collapsed to the floor, but it was enough. Bloch wrested control of the rifle away and pulled the trigger. It failed to fire. The rebel smirked. "Biometric lock," he said, and then he punched him in the temple. There was something shiny next to him. He picked it up. Pulled the trigger. The rebel staggered, his armored suit charred and smoking. It was enough. Justin put his hands around the soldier's head, and wrenched it around. "Did we win?" Bloch mumbled. Turned out they had, and they'd found a weapon miraculously intact in the wreckage. Another burst laser, the same basic model already equipped on the ship. Well, couldn't go wrong with two. [link] [comments] | ||
| Posted: 22 Jun 2021 12:00 PM PDT Always been curious how people get multiverse and captain's edition and shit like that [link] [comments] | ||
| Hyperspace Help: AchievmentTracker:GetShipAchievments Posted: 22 Jun 2021 10:40 AM PDT I'm trying to get Hyperspace/Multiverse to work and I am finding no answers to my questions despite doing forum thread archeaology. I'm trying to install the Hyperspace mod, I followed all of the instructions, downgraded the file, etc... but whenever I attempt to run the game I get an error saying it "failed to find address for function: AchievmentTracker:GetShipAchievments" I found one reference to this on the Subset forums, with someone saying they didn't realize an update had been released and updating something fixed it, but I have no idea what needs to be updated. I'm using what I believe are the current versions of FTL (via GOG), Hyperspace (v0.7.1) and Multiverse (v4.11). Does anyone here have an idea of what I'm doing wrong? I'm missing something but for the life of me can't figure out what. [link] [comments] | ||
| I am confused about upgrading piloting? Posted: 22 Jun 2021 05:07 AM PDT If i upgrade my piloting to level 2 it says auto: 50% evasion, but when my pilot guy isnt in there my evasion is 5% and when he is its 15%. Where is this 50%? [link] [comments] |
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