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And finally ''Klytron'' is my surname. Would you recognize any Klystrons, you ask? Doubtful, unless you go into the history books and find the Galtz-Sonika Affair. We have been one of the House Obscura for a long, long time. | And finally ''Klytron'' is my surname. Would you recognize any Klystrons, you ask? Doubtful, unless you go into the history books and find the Galtz-Sonika Affair. We have been one of the House Obscura for a long, long time. | ||
===My Story=== | |||
When I was 11, my parents vanished. The ship they were one dissapeared mid-jump with everyone onboard. An event rare enough to make some minor headlines, but not so rare as to be unheard of. At a stroke I was alone, the last Ovsol-Klystron. I had relatives, an aunt and grandparents, but they were on my father's side - beyond the Great Wall. I was instead sent to school in Luxor, capital of a hundred worlds as an Emperor's Ward where I stayed for the next five years. I have little to say about that time; I made few contacts and fewer friends. I will grant that it was an education, if nothing else. By age 16 it was clear that without a House or a patron I was faced with four choices; join the Fleet as an ensign and hope to one day claw my way up to some small rank, be a petty bureaucrat for a position that needed a title but little else, join the debutante scene and hope to snag someone with rank or money or join the clergy. | |||
I chose none of these. | |||
The Klystrons had some wealth stashed away; savings and survivor's pension. That, plus my small stipend I recieved as a Ward was enough for the down payment on a (frankly usurious) mortagage; by age 17 I was the owner and sole proprietor of a cargo ship older than myself, the Rampant Phoenix. Hardly uncommon - many ships are owned by individuals, even if many more are owned by Houses or large commercian firms - but mine was a rare case indeed. As a noble, I could rightfully call myself not just Shipmaster, but ''Captain''. A minor distinction, but an important one in a very specific way - as ''Captain'' I could bid on various shipment contracts for the Fleet, even ones to the front lines. These were, of course, the most profitable and I was up to my eyeballs in debt. All was well for five years, just me and as few crew as I could manage moving all manner of military supplies from reaction gasses to flowtanks to livestock to garrison troops (I paid out of pocket to have my ship cleaned after transporting livestock. I paid out of pocket to have my ship cleaned ''twice'' after transporting garritroops - never again!). | |||
It was on the eve of the 108th Gran Plemora, that greatest of all celebrations - save only coronations themselves - that marks the once-a-decade creation of another wormhole seed by the Star Forge when my life changed forever. I was transporting a shipment of interface fighters to Ultima Thule, passenger cabins taken up by Monsignor Santagio - an unusual priest who made regular trips through the sector and had found my unflinching atheism a challenge - and the sisters Lasalle - the two Fleet officers in charge of the interface fighters and who were a study in contrasts and sibling rivalries - when the message came through. Princess Zarya had been on an inspection tour and was returning to the capital for the Gran Plemora when reavers stuck her ship. We were onboard the only ship less than a day's travel away. | |||
The rest is, as they say, history. | |||
I had never expected to actually go to the Gran Plemora, but there I was. My beat up transport limping into a parking orbit, portside cargo shell still torn open from where I'd rammed the reaver across its engine deck, surrounded by gleaming, gold-skinned ships of the Guard - a Crown Yacht, the princess having paid me honor for her rescue. | |||
What comes next is ''legend''. | |||
==System Musings== | ==System Musings== |
Revision as of 15:52, 5 September 2014
Aurora Alloces Kushimitama Ovsol-Klystron
About my name
Aurora Alloces Kushimitama Ovsol-Klystron
What does this tell you about myself? Like all nobility - yes, I can be addressed as Nari but I am also Captain - my name is multipart and meaningful.
Aurora is my given name. That which shines brightly.
Alloces is derived from the family of my father, an intellectual from beyond the Great Wall.
Kushimitama evokes a concept derived from per-Exodus Terra, the mystery of spirit.
Ovsol is my noble prefix, and it is noble indeed. I hardly need to clarify that every title granted during a reign of an Emperor shares the same prefix and every Emperor's prefix is unique. But I can see you don't recognize mine. Is it one of those unusual ones that break this rule, such as those given to the survivors of the Siege of Bataria? Say it out loud. 'Ovsol'. 'Of Sol'. Sol, the star around which humans originated and all but abandoned in the Exodus. Comprehension dawns, I'm sure.
And finally Klytron is my surname. Would you recognize any Klystrons, you ask? Doubtful, unless you go into the history books and find the Galtz-Sonika Affair. We have been one of the House Obscura for a long, long time.
My Story
When I was 11, my parents vanished. The ship they were one dissapeared mid-jump with everyone onboard. An event rare enough to make some minor headlines, but not so rare as to be unheard of. At a stroke I was alone, the last Ovsol-Klystron. I had relatives, an aunt and grandparents, but they were on my father's side - beyond the Great Wall. I was instead sent to school in Luxor, capital of a hundred worlds as an Emperor's Ward where I stayed for the next five years. I have little to say about that time; I made few contacts and fewer friends. I will grant that it was an education, if nothing else. By age 16 it was clear that without a House or a patron I was faced with four choices; join the Fleet as an ensign and hope to one day claw my way up to some small rank, be a petty bureaucrat for a position that needed a title but little else, join the debutante scene and hope to snag someone with rank or money or join the clergy.
I chose none of these.
The Klystrons had some wealth stashed away; savings and survivor's pension. That, plus my small stipend I recieved as a Ward was enough for the down payment on a (frankly usurious) mortagage; by age 17 I was the owner and sole proprietor of a cargo ship older than myself, the Rampant Phoenix. Hardly uncommon - many ships are owned by individuals, even if many more are owned by Houses or large commercian firms - but mine was a rare case indeed. As a noble, I could rightfully call myself not just Shipmaster, but Captain. A minor distinction, but an important one in a very specific way - as Captain I could bid on various shipment contracts for the Fleet, even ones to the front lines. These were, of course, the most profitable and I was up to my eyeballs in debt. All was well for five years, just me and as few crew as I could manage moving all manner of military supplies from reaction gasses to flowtanks to livestock to garrison troops (I paid out of pocket to have my ship cleaned after transporting livestock. I paid out of pocket to have my ship cleaned twice after transporting garritroops - never again!).
It was on the eve of the 108th Gran Plemora, that greatest of all celebrations - save only coronations themselves - that marks the once-a-decade creation of another wormhole seed by the Star Forge when my life changed forever. I was transporting a shipment of interface fighters to Ultima Thule, passenger cabins taken up by Monsignor Santagio - an unusual priest who made regular trips through the sector and had found my unflinching atheism a challenge - and the sisters Lasalle - the two Fleet officers in charge of the interface fighters and who were a study in contrasts and sibling rivalries - when the message came through. Princess Zarya had been on an inspection tour and was returning to the capital for the Gran Plemora when reavers stuck her ship. We were onboard the only ship less than a day's travel away.
The rest is, as they say, history.
I had never expected to actually go to the Gran Plemora, but there I was. My beat up transport limping into a parking orbit, portside cargo shell still torn open from where I'd rammed the reaver across its engine deck, surrounded by gleaming, gold-skinned ships of the Guard - a Crown Yacht, the princess having paid me honor for her rescue.
What comes next is legend.
System Musings
Basic Stuff
- Roll 2D10 + modifiers
Ship Design
All ships have a base statline
- Firepower: Default firepower bonus added to all gun attacks.
- Armor: Basic physical protection.
- Shields: Protects again gunfire (adding to Armor), but not against graviton torpedoes.
- Evasion: How easily your ship can avoid getting hit due to a combination of size and speed.
- Speed: The bonus to movement rolls.
- Hits: How many hits your ship can take before it starts to loose effectiveness.
- Equipment: How many spaces of equipment your ship has.
- Destroyers normally have 3 equipment space
- Cruisers normally have 5-6 equipment space
- Capital ships have a minimum of 8 equipment space
Equipment
Equipment is various items that improve your ship's performance - guns, electronics, protection, engines, etc.
Cost of equipment is two values; the first is the resource price and the second is the availability.
Examples:
Small Cannon Turrets
- Firepower: 2
- Accuracy: +6
- Range: Short
- Equipment: 1
- Cost: ?? Common
Medium Cannon Turrets
- Firepower: 4
- Accuracy: +3
- Range: Medium
- Equipment: 2
- Cost: ?? Common
Heavy Cannon Turrets
- Firepower: 8
- Accuracy: +0
- Range: Long
- Equipment: 4
- Special: Barrage; FP 1 Acc +3
- Cost: ?? Common
Superheavy Cannon Turrets
- Firepower: 10
- Accuracy: -1
- Range: Long
- Equipment: 5
- Special: Barrage; FP 2 Acc +2
- Cost: ?? Rare
Siege Cannon
- Firepower: 15
- Accuracy: -8
- Range: Extreme
- Equipment: 3
- Cost: ?? Rare
Flak Guns
- Range: Short
- Equipment: 1
- Special: AA 2
- Cost: ?? Rare
Torpedo Launcher
- Accuracy: +0
- Range: Short
- Equipment: 1
- Special: Torpedo Attack 2
- Cost: ?? Common
Small Fire Control
- Range: Short
- Equipment: 1
- Special: +2 accuracy on all Gunnery attacks
- Cost: ?? Common
Improved Small Fire Control
- Range: Short
- Equipment: 1
- Special: +2 accuracy on all Gunnery attacks, AA +1
- Cost: ?? Rare
Medium Fire Control
- Range: Medium
- Equipment: 1
- Special: +2 accuracy on all Gunnery attacks at Short range, +1 at Medium
- Cost: ?? Uncommon
Large Fire Control
- Range: Long
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +2 accuracy on all Gunnery attacks
- Cost: ?? Common
Improved Large Fire Control
- Range: Long
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +2 accuracy on all Gunnery attacks, AA +1
- Cost: ?? Rare
Armor Plating
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +2 Armor
- Cost: ?? Common
Shield Generator
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +3 Shields
- Cost: ?? Common
High-Ouput Drive Kernel
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +2 Evasion, +2 Speed
- Cost: ?? Uncommon
Reinforced Bulkheads
- Equipment: 2
- Special: +1 Hit
- Cost: ?? Common
Recon Detachment
- Equipment: 1
- Special: Scout
- Cost: ?? Common
Interface Recon Craft
- Equipment: 3
- Special: Extended Scout
- Cost: ?? Common
Flight Deck
- Equipment: 2
- Special: Allows 1 squadron embarkation
- Cost: ?? Common
Luxurious Fittings
- Equipment: 1
- Special: Boost to all diplomacy rolls (+4 if escort, +5 if cruiser, +6 if capital ship)
- Cost: ?? Common
Royal Fittings
- Equipment: 1
- Special: Boost to all diplomacy rolls (+6 if escort, +8 if cruiser, +10 if capital ship)
- Cost: ?? Rare
System Ship
- Equipment: -1 (increases equipment space by 1)
- Special: +2 Armor, -2 Shields, may only travel via wormhole
- Cost: ?? Common