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"Satanboy, have the body to go! I don't care. just get it out of here." Leaning his head out into the corridor "Hey ratboy, I know a mech in Bradbury. he gives decent rates, and he's an old friend. There's only so much he can do with a junker like this, but she'll fly better. You cool?"

Don't know if there is a first mate, I'm just the new pilot. And speaking of my skills, give me the fucking starter so's we can get the hell out of here. Satanboy is welcome to the old guy's corpse, but I think we should be in orbit sooner rather than later if you get my drift.

"that blood? taht's what used to be a pilot. If you don't give me your name, tentacle-boy, I will vaporize your body.'Cause you see, the Cult of Satan and I don't quite see eye to eye, what with one of their Cultmasters deciding I would reeeeal good in a nice shade of slave-soldier. But it's your lucky day, darkboy, cuz there is one upskirting Satanist I won't kill today. Now, if you would be he, I might even let you feed on that dented corpse up there. But i'm gonna need your name first, boyo"

Liam snapped around, pointing his gun at the newcomer. "You. Identify yourself. NOW!"

"First off, I'm claiming his whiskey. All of it. Second off, you don't look like you've ever been in Lowell, so let me give you the abridged version. Your best move right now is to give me a key so I can get in the ship, and park it proper. THEN you go and drag that Satanist out of his hole. THEN you never ever go within 50 feet of that bar ever again for the rest of your life. At least, not without me. One of you is my paycheck, and I presume the ratling is good for something, so listin to what I'm saying and you'll live.

He slung the weapon across his back. "I'm Tanith. If everything I've heard about Talbot is true, he's in some seedy bar tucked in a corner somewhere, getting drunk and using his magic to upskirt women. I'll be taking over piloting duties, so I'm going to spend the next several hours exorcising the spirit of Skippy McDumbass from your helm console. If anyone enters the bridge before I say so, they lose an organ. No, I won't tell you which one, it's a surprise. If you're lucky, it'll be one you have a spare for. Now, I need to grab my bag and keep the bartender from grilling you medium-rare. We're going to have fun together, I can tell."

Liam lowered his weapon a hair. "Good. Who are you here for?"

Liam turned and stared at the ship. his new ship. His new ship, that had just crashed through the bar window. He grabbed his HBL, quickly redirecting the U-link in his wrist to the port at the bottom of the handgrip. He raced to the main hatch of the ship, raised his gun, armed it, and announced "Okay, here's whats going to happen. You all are going to step outside of the ship. ALL of you. Your hands are going to be empty of everything except the soon-to-be-late pilot. Understood?"

Within Ultima, Liam heard an unfamiliar alarm go off, followed by a rush to the flatscreen on the bar wall. A voice command from the bartender changed the display from the latest shockball match to the official spaceport feed. Liam edged away and used the U-link hidden in his right wrist to jack into the spaceport sensor array. "Gorrammit. That's the Twisted Angel. That pilot is a dead man. at least it looks like they'll survive."

"Where the flak is the Twisted Angel?" Liam muttered to himself, perched on a bar stool in Ultima Spaceport. "bad enough I have to show my face in Lovell City, now I got to wait drinking cheap whiskey? No wonder they need a new pilot. Is she coming from E-L5 or rutting Pluto?" he scanned the room with his biotic eye, the cobalt orb reading everyone around on a multitude of levels. <Good, no weapons around me. At least, none that I fear> he thought to himself, making sure his modified HBL was close by.

Race: Human(mostly, cybernetic enhancments/prosthesis account for ~40% of body volume) Name: Liam Tanith Height: 5'9" Gender: Male Appearance: Blue eyes, pale skin, black hair w/ grey streaks. Scarred face Gun: 3-8 (rolled a zero for magic skill, so i didn't do any other magic rolls) Joined the crew of the Twisted Angel at Mars. (since we already have a Jayne, I'll take the position of Wash)

I think that any attempt by Jason to wank ST should be answered by Wong calcs. Or any other high-end calcs that can be found.

Umm, since when does transporter unit size affect how much matter it can actually transport? I'll accept that on the small side, but going the other way?

Occam's Razor FTW

Okay, how's this? the reactor fuses hypermatter to produce the energy needed for the solar ionization process.

I know, I know. I'm using him as training in case I ever take a job involving customer service and/or politics.

yes, because using a ship that was out of date well over half a century ago during wartime is good practice. And also, refurbishing heavily damaged starships is more economical during peacetime than wartime. In time of war, repair facilities are going to jam-packed, while starship production lines are going to be pushing out ships as fast as they can.

I'm now imagining the Sovereign X-class. And it is awesome.

We're dealing with Jason. Being high on coke is an asset.

How?

Dare I think this could actually be a sign of things to come?

Oh my god. Did JASON just make an anti-ST post? or at the very least, anti ST-wank?

I'm fairly sure that they also are designed to protect against shrapnel. In addition, do we have any proof that a phaser is equal or greater in armor-piercing power than a SW blaster?

First: I'm taking a page out of Mike Wong's book, and saying that since it can be assumed that Stormtrooper armor has a density greater than or equal to packing crates, the STs will wipe out the goldshirts. Second: I'm officially labeling the "1000 nukes to kill Korhal" the result of author(s) not knowing the first thing about nukes. We can see both in-game and out-of-game (Speed of Darkness, Legacy of the Xel'Naga) that nukes are used as battlefield support. taht does not agree with a 735 Teraton weapon. While i yield to the possibility to the possibility taht there are multiple warhead sizes, the triple-digit teraton bombs can't be used as a battlefield weapon.

Do we have proof that the Apocalypse-class nukes are 735-teraton? Remember, Korhal was inhabitable less than a generation after it was nuked. And i agree with Enigma: in a war of a attrition, GE wins.