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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?

Looking at the Fairwind makes me slightly uncomfortable.  Seeing the Rulers makes me want to get a heavy plasma thrower and a backpack of thermal detonators and a ticket to Endor.

I don't know what the Fairwind is, but I'm putting my full support behind it in the hopes that many Ewoks die in the process.

The New Englander would lift up his bottle in a mock toast as he took another swig and spit.  "Cottonmouth's a motherfucker and Marek's got a point about water intoxication.  Friend of mine nearly died from that shit.  I'd rather not fly out all this way just to get benched, unless one of you guys wanna do a double shift and I still get paid."  He took a swig of water and swallowed this time.  He looked forward as he took part of the conversations going on, "Open sea's not to bad, so long as you're doing work.  When you've got nothing to do it's fucking mind numbing.  Fishing boat's always got something to do, detangling line and nets, baiting traps."  He'd swish and spit again, trying to be more discreet about it, he turned to Jake, "This'll make 6 Anti Pirate duties so far.  Gotta say out of everything I've done, this is numbah two."  He'd look to Lucius, "He's right, rain or fog and we're not looking and the bastards can get a shot off."

Numbers can overwhelm, even though the scinearo in my mind I gave the Obeth the 'win'.  5000 North Koreans charging a lone M240 with baseball bats, eventually the M240 is gonna run out of ammo or jam.

If it's a situation where the objective is simply an up and up 'kill the other side completely' in open space, it's gonna be the TIEs.   The advantage the Oberth would have would be it's crew and captain.  Biggest disadvantage would be it's limited weapons, let's assume one set of fore and aft phaser banks?  That's two guns of questionable power against 50 targets, and 50 (or rather 100) cannons against one target.  If 'tricks' are allowed I'd have to give it to the Oberth, they could engage the TIEs at the edge of it's range, warp away as soon as their shields drop below a certain level, wait for a recharge, then warp in just outside their range, rinse and repeat.

TIE/In have no shields whatsoever.  I think Bombers, Interceptors, Advances, and I think the New Order TIEs have shield standard now.

Off topic, where the hell can I watch full episodes of Rebels other than varying quality on Youtube?

EDIT: Looked it up again, could have sworn that Bombers and Interceptors had shields standard...

Think I'm gonna have to give this to the Oberth,   My understanding is while they had shit weapons they did have some decent shields and fair armor, and more importantly they had warp drive.  Standard TIEs had no shields or FTL and only their lasers, no missiles or sort of anti shield weaponry.  I would also think that the Oberth would have the range advantage with it's sensors and phasers, not saying it would win outright but it'd inflict higher casualties than the TIEs could before they Warp away to repair any damage.

Henry would unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the back of the van to get to the cooler., "The Labranches got water in their blood.  Granted it's seawater, but still..."  He climbed back into his seat after grabbing a bottle of water and buckled up.  "Oh no, If I just get on a plane it's no problem.  Soon as I reach an altitude of over 10 feet and go anywhere over 10 Knots my stomach decides it wants to leave my body."  He swirled the water in his mouth before spitting it into the bottle, scratching an 'H' into the label with his thumbnail.  "And how anyone would enjoy the 'high' of dramamine is fucking beyond me.  Half the time I wonder if taking the pills is worth it."  He'd take another swig of water.  He glanced at the book Marek was trying to read and planed to prank him later with a phone call.

Rifleman Henry Labranche was on his third bottle of water since the airport.  "Fucking pills." he muttered, the dramamine was just starting to wear off.  He took another swig of water and swished it around in his mouth, holding it for a long time before swallowing.  He looked at the scenery as well, he decided to try and spark up a conversation, "So anyone else see that little island as we were landing?  How much do you think one of those places cost?  I think I'd be wicked pissed if I found out my mansion was next to an airport though." his new england accent was coming on thick, he'd swirl and swish more water before emptying the bottle, smashing it and sealing the cap before tossing it in the trash bag.  "Can someone pass me another one?"

Do you mean the 416/17?  Or did HK make ANOTHER variant chambered in something exotic (.300BLK or maybe one of the flavor of the day 6.X RandomLetterGenerator?)?

I've got my SKS now.  I'm tempted to get a Makarov, but Hawaii isn't exactly pistol friendly so it's not a big priority for me.

I'd agree with Gunny, even though I'm not very well versed in STALKER lore.  It would either be SOCOM doing things on the down low, or it would be the CIA doing their shady shit using both US Spec Ops and and Contractors, either locals or hired guns from outside.