IkaikaKekai

A gun/phaser isn't always easy to handle, especially at very close range. Not to mention that they probably don't have their phasers set to stun all the time, grabbing a stun baton and whacking/jabbing someone with the business end would be easier/more sure than trying to draw a phaser, hopefully aim it in the right direction, and pull the trigger, hopefully not getting any kind of 'splash back' from being that close to your target.

Henry was still chuckling a little, resuming his patrol of the deck, keeping an ear out for outboards or anything else other than the sounds of waves slapping the side of the ship, his G36K hanging from around his neck by the sling, stock folded, hand loose on the grip, finger out of the trigger guard. "I miss guarding Nukes." he said to Murtada, sure that he was still within ear shot. "Walk the fence, scare the local tenagers having a kegger away, chase off some old hippies wanting to spray paint 40 year old slogans on the silo door."

Assuming it's just the robots and no one directly giving them orders/tactics and that they're using 'standard' weapons (just their arm cannons). Think I'd give the open plane battle to the B2s, just a bunch of heavily armored and armed robots marching forward in unison and blasting away. The close quarters battle I would give to the Altamid drones, they seem better suited to small squad/ambush tactics while the B2s are pretty much 'go forward, kill' if left on their own.

Henry would duck out of the way of the spray, a bit surprised that the spray reached that far up the ship, He was snickering and barely holding back laughter when he saw Murtada, He'd key up his radio, still laughing sporadically. "This is Night-6." interrupted by laughter, managing to get it down to a snicker, "Night-3 you might wanna lock up all the harpoons on board. We might have an Ahab situation. Night-6 out." He'd walk up to Murtada and clap him on the shoulder, "That's gotta be good luck, like getting shit on by a seagull."

((Good timing, I'm going to Kauai for a week tomorrow with questionable cell service and more than likely only public wifi)) ((d10 got a 9 and 4, I'm assuming the first roll was my hearing so it'd be 9 and 2.)) Henry was walking near the middle of the ship on the port side. The fog would roll in, "Shit..." he adjusted his mic to be closer to his mouth, as he pulled one of the headphones off his ear. "This is Henry, shit's getting pretty thick out here. Over." He would turn towards the ocean as he heard a noise, keying his mic, "This is Henry again, I'm midships portside on the deck, just heard a noise coming off the ocean. Anyone else hear it?"

((I rolled a 2...)) Herny would chuckle, continuing with the joke, "And? You can bring him and the kid along too, kids still like ice cream right? We can all go clamming up at Uhmmsaid." He turned to Brain, "I might have glanced over the briefing rather than read it in full. We gonna be training these guys too or is it just overwatch? I'm mean I'm up for training these guys on how not to get shot by us or pirates but you know I only speak Boston and English as a second language." He said joking around a little before boarding. "I know a few, anyone else know 'Old Maui'?" He asked as they started talking about other songs. "I ever tell you guys I got some French to go with the Irish? Shame gramie never taught me or my dad how to speak it." He would shake the captain's hand firmly as he got onboard, "Good to meet ya, hopefully there won't be a need for us on this trip." Once he got on board and to his bunk he'd stash his bag, pulling out a headset/ear protection and a beat up ipod, along with an old blue beret from his Airforce days. He'd put the beret on and then the headset, plugging the Ipod into it before selecting 'Moonlight Sonata'. He walked out and started to do a few laps around the ship, starting with the top of the bridge and working his way down, making sure to stay out of the way of the crew.

Henry would just look at Lucius, "Gahd damn Luces. That's some deep shit. I usually gotta delete my browsah history after hearing something like that." He grabbed the bottle of water and sipped it again, stopping with the back wash technique that wasn't really working to cure his cottonmouth. "Think of it this way, we'rah Mercenaries. We'rah soldiers for money. That means we'rah hired by people with money but can't have their own ahmy for whatever reason. Oar we get hired by somebody with an ahmy and they don't want their fingerprints all oveah things. At some point we'rah gonna be working for the bad guys. We're just lucky Clear Water itself is on the up and up." He sipped more water, "Hell, my fucking neighbah three properties down wanted tah hire me ta kill his wife. Befoah ya ask that fuckah's in jail. The wife still sends me a pork pie every Christmas." he sat back with a smirk on his face. "Uhmm Said." Henry read off the sign, in the 'american' way of saying it. "Ah, who the hell am I kidding. That could be the name of a beach back home." He joked around, "Hey Andreia, wanna go clamming up at Ummsaid? We can get some ice cream at Goose Rocks on the way theah." Henry would get out of the car once it came to a stop, Nodding to Brian as he got his luggage out of the back. "What's the crew looking like?"

Yes that does. I mean the whole 'humans as batteries' thing is kind of convoluted. I mean using human feces to produce methane that's then burned for energy would be possible, and at some time they're gonna be having a net loss when it comes to soylent green. But that still doesn't answer the "if you're fat in the matrix are you fat in real life" question.

This is the kind of shit that keeps me up at night, just laying back trying to sleep and 'how does the Matrix handle fat people?' Go fuck yourself brain. This has several layers to it. I mean there MUST be fat people in the Matrix, that's simple enough as tracking what they eat/exercise in the simulation, otherwise people would figure shit out and start chugging ice cream, but does it carry over to the real world? I mean if my fat ass was unplugged from the Matrix, would I pretty much just be a blob in a tube, or am I gonna be average size and shape? Do I get fed some sort of nutrient paste in my pod everytime I eat in the matrix? Or do I just get my 3 feedings of gruel a day and my brain just thinks I'm eating potato pancakes and spam with a chocolate shake? Where the hell are they growing the food that they're feeding us in our pods?

Henry stayed silent at the mention of Afghanistan, he had never been and had gotten shit about it from both family and friends. Very few aunts and uncles understood that an Airman with severe airsickness in the Security Forces wouldn't be sent to kick in doors or drop bombs on the 'Al Kaidahs'. He sipped more water, emptying the bottle and smashing it before recapping so it'd stay smashed. "Long as they'ah not having me shoot innocents or protesteahs, I got no problem with em. Other than that all I got to say is money talks, and oil is still big money. No Oil, no gas, no tractahs or fishing boats, no trucks or trains hauling food, no fuel to keep the house warm in wintah." His mouth was already dry and he was eyeing another bottle of water.

I had to glance over the Orange star quickly. I'd say the Orange star on both accounts, and due to its' sheer size. As ridiculous as the idea of a 'gay pride' saber is in both physics and science, it's still just a lightsaber, I can disable it with a phillips head screwdriver. The crew needed for the Orange Star is so massive that they CAN'T blow up any planets because they'll need them all (and a few asteroids) just to support the logistics of building it.

Expect a mildly psychotic, meat eating Ithorian with a flamethrower and backpack full of rocket launchers.

Sadly, I don't think I'll watch Star Trek:Paywall.

Tribbles. They born pregnant and will quickly swallow the island in fur. There seems to be very few if any natural predators for Porgs, so unless the porgs get wise and roll the little fuckers into the ocean to be munched on by big fish they're gonna lose. I don't think Chewie can make enough Tribble Stew and Tribble Sausage to hold back the tide. And then the Klingons will show up and put a blockade around the planet and send down eradication teams, then one will report what the found to the High Council, and then we'll have Klingon Force users. WHY! WHY ROB!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!

I think it's hard to compare non Star Wars/Trek sci fi to either. Movies, books, videogames and more have been made for both, you can tell me which company made the cannons on a an X-Wing, can you tell me the same for the Arwing? You can tell me the armor thickness of a Yellowstone Class, can you tell me the same of the Protoss Scout? There's so much cannon and 'possible' readouts for Trek?Wars. Starfox and Starcraft has a couple of video games, Starcraft might have some cannon books? We can apply Science to Wars and Trek (more so to Trek, let's face it). We can look up at least the potential energy output for weapons in the Star Wars/Trek, where as if you do some digging 'The Protoss Scout does 7 DPS to air targets.' How do you translate as something as vague as 'damage per second' into something more sciency?