/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 68, 28 = 96 (2d100)

>>7969

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1-2. Scavenge the old shipyards for compatible weapons and Sheilds compatible with the frigate.

Rolled 81, 84 = 165 (2d100)

>>7969

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

>1/3 Comm device

12 Make the comm device to contact the ship and get the hell out of here, gotta work fast before the kill-bots receive that signal

Name: Dru

Origin Fluff: Dru was born on a primitive world with no name, the star only labelled some coordinates in some ancient database that Dru herself never bothered to learn. She learned of the greater galaxy when the crew of the Beleaguered Hope had to make an emergency landing in her hunting grounds for food and water due to an unfortunate noodle incident. She barged past the lackluster security detail and then refused to leave. It is amazing how small a space a 600 kilogram spider with a humanoid torso can fit into when she wants to. The then captain gave up trying to evict their new guest shortly after and they left the world Dru once called home. For a time she simply wandered the decks, doing her best to learn of her new home and slowly getting used to technology, during which the was crew also getting used to her. However before she could become too acclimated pirates attacked and slaughtered most of the crew manning the bridge. Dru showed them the error of their ways by leading the rest of the Beleaguered Hope against them, pushing them off the ship and damaging their engines before somehow piloting the Beleaguered Hope into a nearby nebula to recuperate, despite having no training whatsoever. The crew has never stopped following her orders though she often still shows her origins as an uncultured savage occasionally.

Ship Name: Beleaguered Hope

Ship Fluff: The Hope is as old as you can get and still remain functional, frequent maintenance and the hopes and dreams are all that hold it together. Even Dru's ridiculously strong spider silk can only do so much. However it has seen almost every single space station in the Eridnus Sector and even the most xenophobic space stations and planets have serviced her at one time or another. She is a familiar face, even if her current captain is a tad… unusual. Her most famous battle is 100 years ago where she joined a planets militia and fought off a ravening horde of technozombies and their fleet of cannibilistic ships. She probably has the medal they were awarded buried somewhere in one of her previous captains rooms.

Ship Type: Frigate

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

>Crew: 400

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew:

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses:

Flaws:

Rolled 58, 98 = 156 (2d100)

>>7969

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Tactful Huntress

Ship Fluff: A stolen merchant vessel turned pirate ship. It was taken over by Captain Varis and their old ship sold off a few sectors back. Upgraded and outfitted for piracy by the crew.

Ship Type: Frigate

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew: 24 Convicts

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

Flaws: [The reviled] - You and your ship are well known, and people are hunting to claim your bounty

1. I am still going to need some intelligent people. Ships need engineers. There has to be a few smart people on this rock somewhere.

2. See if I can get the lay of the land. Where ships dock, what the defenses are. Anything useful or interesting.

Rolled 25, 39 = 64 (2d100)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiIDNlEP9KE

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

1-2. Just as suddenly as the captain was readying to battle the scavenger captain. . .

His foe vanished.

Here in the endless mystery and horror of the Void, the living may be as much ghosts as the ghosts themselves to the living.

But with the dissapearance of his foe meant one thing.

THE SPACE HULK.

IS MINE!

>Continue grafting my ship onto the void abomination

>>7969

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health:

Crew:

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses:

Flaws:

Rolled 31, 54 = 85 (2d100)

1. Look for work. Maintaining the Forlorn Rust-Buck… ahem I mean Hope, means a need for money.

2. As a captain Dru must know a great many things. A lot of which she in fact does not know. Hit the books and learn more about captaining.

Name: Dru

Origin Fluff: Dru was born on a primitive world with no name, a star only labelled some coordinates in some ancient database that Dru herself never bothered to learn. She learned of the greater galaxy when the crew of the Beleaguered Hope had to make an emergency landing in her hunting grounds for food and water due to an unfortunate noodle incident. She barged past the lackluster security detail and then refused to leave. It is amazing how small a space a 600 kilogram spider with a humanoid torso can fit into when she wants to. The then captain gave up trying to evict their new guest shortly after and they left the world Dru once called home. For a time she simply wandered the decks, doing her best to learn of her new home and slowly getting used to technology and aliens, during which the crew was also getting used to her. However before she could become too acclimated pirates attacked and slaughtered most of the crew manning the bridge. Dru showed them the error of their ways by leading the rest of the Beleaguered Hope against them, pushing them off the ship and damaging their engines before somehow piloting the Beleaguered Hope into a nearby nebula to recuperate, despite having no training whatsoever. The crew has never stopped following her orders though she often still shows her origins as an uncultured savage occasionally.

Ship Name: Beleaguered Hope

Ship Fluff: The Hope is as old as you can get and still remain functional, frequent maintenance and the hopes and dreams are all that hold it together. Even Dru's ridiculously strong spider silk can only do so much. However it has seen almost every single space station in the surrounding sectors and even the most xenophobic space stations and planets have serviced her at one time or another. She is a familiar face, even if her current captain is a tad… unusual. Her most famous battle is 100 years ago where she joined a planet's militia and fought off a ravening horde of technozombies and their fleet of cannibilistic ships. She probably has the medal they were awarded buried somewhere in one of her previous captain'

s rooms.

Ship Type: Frigate

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew:400

Weapon systems: Dorsal Laser banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

Flaws: [Forlorn Rust-bucket] - Your ship is old, and she bares the scars to prove it, along with the creaks and moans and occasional explosive decompression and loss of the cabin boy(s). (A critfail while in your ship [in space] has added repercussions, or in other words, something breaks, and more people die than usual)

Rolled 19, 59 = 78 (2d100)

>>9282

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1-2. Strip and install the shielding system from that nearby by frigate. We need it to survive.

Rolled 67, 83 = 150 (2d100)

>>9263

>>7969 (OP)

>Name:

Van Solfier of the Yard

>Origin Fluff:

The world of Ceriand IV was once a shining pillar of prosperity and ingenuity, its automated… Everything allowing the citizens to enjoy unparalelled lives of luxury. Then they vanished. Well, most of them. A few thousand lived on…at a much lower technology level, and over the centuries a new society spread across the world, with only vague legend of their ancestor's works. Until someone figured out the admin passwords to the central computers. Now with full access to what was left of the technologies, and what little knowledge remains of how to work it, begins the Space Age of Sail, with Van being one of the first to claim a ship off the yards. He sails the stars in search of wonders and glory!

>Ship Name: Blue Dawn

>Ship Fluff:

The Dawn is an exceptional ship, make no mistake. Bristling with weapons, plated in great armor, swifter than entirely safe, and generally fantastic.

If only they knew how to use the thing.

The Automated Instructors were useful in informing how the ships were used, but beyond basic functions, it's mostly the trial and error of a age of sail tech society suddenly having starships.

Hence why Van was one of the first to claim one: he was the first to figure out how to close the airlocks!

>Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500

Weapon systems: 1 Frontal Slug thrower (2d10) 1 "Didlo" Swarm missile system (10d2)

Engines: 3 Medium engines

Armor and/or Shields:Basic Armor 1d6

Bonuses: [Swagger] - You're people are rediscovering their glorious past and setting out for a brighter tomorrow, this reflects in your attitude, which is very outgoing to say the least. + 10 to negotiation rolls

Flaws: [Arrogant] - You can come across as an asshole though. (Critfail communication rolls and bad things will happen)

>1 Shakedown

"Alright gentlemen, let's see if we can't take the Dawn out to sail the planets 'fore we sail the stars!"

>Checkout the other, presumably dead, worlds in-system

>2 What an odd glyph

"Inspecting the glowing sphere one can only assume to be some kind of map, I appear to have toggled some kind of iconography."

"I dare say knowing what these symbols mean may aid navigation across the stars!"

>Figure out Navigation… A little bit

Rolled 70, 53 = 123 (2d100)

>>9282

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name:

Ship Fluff:

Ship Type:

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew: 24 Convicts

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

Flaws: [The reviled] - You and your ship are well known, and people are hunting to claim your bounty

1. Recruit Ke'fka as a pilot.

2. Find a charger, somehow some way.

Rolled 176, 55 = 231 (2d1000)

>>9282

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

12 "Misguided Pup! IF you were worthy you would have passed the Captain Qualification Exam and given your own ship. If you don't pick me up I know your tenure as Admiral won't last two weeks in that den of snakes, and I will allow you to know I have made an incredible discovery concerning the absence of life in this sector NOW PICK ME UP!"

Rolled 5, 53 = 58 (2d100)

>>9287

Rolled 90, 38 = 128 (2d100)

>>9282

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. Snoop took a long, long, LONG drag of his blunt, breathing out a massive cloud of smoke at the end before turning to his men.

"A'ight, y'all. Here's how we finna do this. We find the biggest, baddest sumbitch out there, and frizzle his ass. We takes his riches an' get us some Cristalian honeys."

Snoop and his crew head for the nearest spaceport and comb the place for any rumors surrounding rich, powerful pirates or merchant lords.

2. "Ay yo, power up them engines. We bout to go out 'n cruise for some minerals, y'dig?"

Snoop and his crew try and secure a few stray asteroids and/or bits of space scrap, trying to extract minerals and salvage from them.

Rolled 98, 36 = 134 (2d100)

>>9282

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

1-2. MORE of them. There is never an end to these interlopers!

We don't have the time or the means to face down a cruiser, or so many.

QUICKLY you lot, I want the hulk armed and operational post haste. Dock our ship in the hanger or start the grating process immediately but above al GET IT WORKING NOW YOU DOGS.

Rolled 91, 66 = 157 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name:

Ship Fluff:

Ship Type:

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew: 24 Convicts

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

Flaws: [The reviled] - You and your ship are well known, and people are hunting to claim your bounty

1&2. Then Dell you are in luck mate. I want out and could use a quartermaster when I get out. Recruit Dell and use the charger. One step closer to getting out.

Rolled 61, 13 = 74 (2d100)

1. "Scuffitus's Big book of War" (2/15)

2. Take the ore hauling job.

Name: Dru

Origin Fluff: Dru was born on a primitive world with no name, a star only labelled some coordinates in some ancient database that Dru herself never bothered to learn. She learned of the greater galaxy when the crew of the Beleaguered Hope had to make an emergency landing in her hunting grounds for food and water due to an unfortunate noodle incident. She barged past the lackluster security detail and then refused to leave. It is amazing how small a space a 600 kilogram spider with a humanoid torso can fit into when she wants to. The then captain gave up trying to evict their new guest shortly after and they left the world Dru once called home. For a time she simply wandered the decks, doing her best to learn of her new home and slowly getting used to technology and aliens, during which the crew was also getting used to her. However before she could become too acclimated pirates attacked and slaughtered most of the crew manning the bridge. Dru showed them the error of their ways by leading the rest of the Beleaguered Hope against them, pushing them off the ship and damaging their engines before somehow piloting the Beleaguered Hope into a nearby nebula to recuperate, despite having no training whatsoever. The crew has never stopped following her orders though she often still shows her origins as an uncultured savage occasionally.

Ship Name: Beleaguered Hope

Ship Fluff: The Hope is as old as you can get and still remain functional, frequent maintenance and the hopes and dreams are all that hold it together. Even Dru's ridiculously strong spider silk can only do so much. However it has seen almost every single space station in the surrounding sectors and even the most xenophobic space stations and planets have serviced her at one time or another. She is a familiar face, even if her current captain is a tad… unusual. Her most famous battle is 100 years ago where she joined a planet's militia and fought off a ravening horde of technozombies and their fleet of cannibilistic ships. She probably has the medal they were awarded buried somewhere in one of her previous captain'

s rooms.

Ship Type: Frigate

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew:400

Weapon systems: Dorsal Laser banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

Flaws: [Forlorn Rust-bucket] - Your ship is old, and she bares the scars to prove it, along with the creaks and moans and occasional explosive decompression and loss of the cabin boy(s). (A critfail while in your ship [in space] has added repercussions, or in other words, something breaks, and more people die than usual)a

Rolled 37, 94 = 131 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1. Look for a plasma cannon.

2.Scan the system, see if that firefight is still going on.

Rolled 67, 100 = 167 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

Looking him in his eyes I can see he might make a good second in command one day, not today, but one day that courage and leadership he showed might be useful.

1 Give him a promotion to Field Captain so I can make some use of his talent, and duty cleaning the sanitary station for 7 space days.

2 Get us the hell out of this sector asap.

Rolled 71, 81 = 152 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. There was a ruckus aboard the Sour Diesel as they tapped and knocked and alcohol-rocked on those asteroids, at least until Snoop strode up on the balcony and flicked on his vox.

"We ain't gonna get us some ores tappin' at this shit with hammers 'n strap. Roll out some barrels of that Spaceport Sienna, we finna get our bartizzlin' on, y'dig?"

Snoop heads to the seediest spaceport he can find, seeking to exchange several tons of cheap space-weed for a mining laser.

2. Snoop bobbed his head and slapped down a few hemp-emblazoned coins for his Gin and SpaceJuice, taking a sip before turning to his crew, who were busy staring red-eyed at the bar menu.

"Aight, y'all heard them fellas with the big noses. We takes us a drink to the middle of this shipizzle graveyard, and we scope us out that ship. Tell Lil' Pup to lock in them coordinates, I'll be waitin' for y'all to order back on the Sour Deisizzle."

Begin heading for the Ship Graveyard. +20

Rolled 83, 76 = 159 (2d100)

>>9693

>Name:

Van Solfier of the Yard

>Origin Fluff:

The world of Ceriand IV was once a shining pillar of prosperity and ingenuity, its automated… Everything allowing the citizens to enjoy unparalelled lives of luxury. Then they vanished. Well, most of them. A few thousand lived on…at a much lower technology level, and over the centuries a new society spread across the world, with only vague legend of their ancestor's works. Until someone figured out the admin passwords to the central computers. Now with full access to what was left of the technologies, and what little knowledge remains of how to work it, begins the Space Age of Sail, with Van being one of the first to claim a ship off the yards. He sails the stars in search of wonders and glory!

>Ship Name: Blue Dawn

>Ship Fluff:

The Dawn is an exceptional ship, make no mistake. Bristling with weapons, plated in great armor, swifter than entirely safe, and generally fantastic.

If only they knew how to use the thing.

The Automated Instructors were useful in informing how the ships were used, but beyond basic functions, it's mostly the trial and error of a age of sail tech society suddenly having starships.

Hence why Van was one of the first to claim one: he was the first to figure out how to close the airlocks!

>Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500

Weapon systems: 1 Frontal Slug thrower (2d10) 1 "Didlo" Swarm missile system (10d2)

Engines: 3 Medium engines

Armor and/or Shields:Basic Armor 1d6

Bonuses: [Swagger] - You're people are rediscovering their glorious past and setting out for a brighter tomorrow, this reflects in your attitude, which is very outgoing to say the least. + 10 to negotiation rolls

Flaws: [Arrogant] - You can come across as an asshole though. (Critfail communication rolls and bad things will happen)

>1/2 The Vault aside the Dwarf

How curious. Approach the station…carefully.

Rolled 56, 1 = 57 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: High Corporal Whiskers

Origin Fluff: The Mustelids originate from the distant planet Lilana IV. Some say they are the result of Terran housepets exposed to radioactive rays from Lilana's sun that greatly boosted their intelligence. Some say it's merely a matter of convergent evolution. Whatever the case, they are one of the premier stellar empires of the region. Their deceivingly adorable appearance hides a strong and ferocious will to conquer, and Corporal Whiskers is the ideal example of this ferocity. He will smother the galaxy in cuteness, and rule a universe of corpses.

Ship Name: M.S. Weatherlight

Ship Fluff: The good ship Weatherlight, vanguard of the Mustelid fleet. A light of hope in the darkness of the unknown, and recorded as the 5th cuddliest ship in the known universe. It's AI, called NANI, cares for the Polecat inhabitants during their slumber, and manages the ship. But once awakened, the ship is fully at the Polecat's disposal. Because of the small size of its partisans, the ship itself is also smaller.

Ship Type:

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 35/35

Crew: 575 Ferrets

Weapon systems: 2 Dorsal Laser Banks (1d20)

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Bonuses: [Too cute to be Scary] - You and your "men" are fluffy balls of fur, and as such, you give of the outwardly appearance of cuteness and trust

Flaws: [No Thumbs] - Your lack of opposable thumbs has been the bane of your race for as long as they have been sentient, and still now plagues you and your crew, Crit fails have additional consequences.

1 - Still haven't come back? Scratch it, we'll have to send an expeditionary team after em. And make sure they're suited up for any wild animals out there! Don't want the local fauna getting a taste for us, got it?

2 - Set up a comm tower so we can send a proper signal back to HQ. They'll definitely want to know about this.

Rolled 72, 82 = 154 (2d100)

>>9282

Name: Lieutenant Daniel Albinson

Origin Fluff: Daniel Albinson is - was, a rising star in the United National Council's Navy. After passing the Officer's Examinations with flying colors and proving himself in some minor skirmishes, Albinson worked his way up to Captaincy, 'on his way to an Admiral, or a Phantom', they said, for his skill as a tactician and soldier was indisputable. But some situations, no one can beat. The details might be spared, but upon an unexpected draw-out from a political ally in the heat of the moment, Albinson's strategy collapsed, and nearly a million men died at his command to counter the million men he'd saved in brilliant moves before. Politically, he was ripped to shreds by the bureaucratic and harsh Council, demoted to a mere Lieutenant and essentially banished to the Eridnus sector in shame.

But his story didn't end there.

Ship Name: UNC Perseus

Ship Fluff: A stable and solid Council-granted frigate, whose strength lies in it's solid build. Albinson was once in command of a cutting-edge Cruiser, and bits and pieces of the prototype tech has been placed into his new flagship - though he longs for his true Perseus back once more. And by God in the heavens we explore, he'll get it, or make it.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health:50/50

Crew: 495 Council Servicemen

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Laser banks (2d10)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Bonuses: [Veteran] - You've been around the block, you won't fall for any traps, and you know your way around a war, +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [Disgraced] - Good luck getting anyone to take you seriously.

[Mapping 5/1000]

1/2: How terrifying. Keep morale strong as we continue to explore this place. Its secrets will be the Council's, at any cost.

[+ Veteran]

[- Disgraced]

Rolled 63, 55 = 118 (2d100)

>>9693

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

Space Hulk

{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

1-2. Focus our efforts on restoring the Void Drives back to function, we must move our prize away from these interlopers!

Name: "The Hick"

Origin Fluff: The Hick isn't his real name, son. That's something nobody really knows. The hearsay says this: The Hick is generally agreed to be a former soldier, but nobody's really sure how he wound up stealing and robbing people. Sometimes people say he was just a sociopath that got drafted and then found he had more fun on his own, while others claim he was always a sociopath and the military gave him a ship. Other people, stupid people, think he's just a misunderstood smelly vagrant pirate. Nobody really knows for sure, but what they do know is this: he likes killing, he likes stealing, and he gets bored easily. He also fuckin' LOVES.TO.DRINK.

Ship Name: The Shithog

Ship Fluff: The Shithog is ex-military and well designed. The problem is that it's ancient; it's been out of service for two decades and is totally obsolete. Despite that, it's seen a horde of modifications, edits, tampering, tweaking, changes, and fixes. The Hick considers it his life's work, and he also considers it to be his gilded coffin; a floating coffin of beer cans, beer bottles, and crates of cheap liquor.

Ship Type: Corvette

>>9705

1. Seeing as how you were already on the seediest; and probably only, space station in this sector, and already surrounded by thrifty space jews recently out of a job, you have ample customers for your weed, and indeed, upon ensuring that your kush is kosher kush, receive a cheap bare-bones mining laser for you ship.

>Gain: Tools:Cheap mining laser

2. You also receive a set of coordinates from your hook nosed friend, named Watto, who worked on the ship himself, which he guarantees will get you the closest to the ship you can get. You have your navigator put the coordinates in, your helmsmen, in a great feat of skill for someone who can barely talk for being so toked on some fat dabs, actually gets the whole ship in the rift in reality, and next thing you know, your sitting in a hanger bigger then anything you've ever seen, your viewscreens showing ethereal figures dressed as pirates running about hooking massive wires into their own ship, a masted construct that gives off a terrible sense of dread, which would scare you shitless if you weren't baked out of your mind. The jew was right, the coordinates took you right into the ship.

>>9708

1/2. You creep up to the station, your ship on blackout, all lights out and engines killed, using your inertia to glide to the station. It is old, very old, and covered in blast marks older then your civilization.

>>9711

1. You send a larger party out now, armed to the teeth, they report a few hours later. They found the team, or rather, what's left of them, near the entrance of one of the great stone structures that dot the planets surface.

2. Communication to the people with the biggest guns is vitally important when you're in undiscovered and dangerous territory, and as such, you set a work crew to erect a comm tower so you can reach HQ, and naturally, they pick the highest point on a nearby hill to achieve the clearest signal, travelling through a patch of dense rain-forest to get there. Despite all signs pointing towards there imminent death, and several hours without contact, the sight of a nice steel comm tower on the horizon calms your nerves, you finally relax, cuddle up in your regal pillow bed in your commander's tent, and unwind with a nice bowl of voles. Then the screaming starts.

>>9716

1/2. Your team pushes on into the abysmal depths of the ancient ruins, your torch-light casting a dull orange glow on the ancient rock surfaces. You see that pictographic images adorn the walls along this corridor, and they seem to tell a story. Here is a image depicting a vaguely humanoid creature participating in what appears to be the construction of another vaguely humanoid creature, although this one has a obvious… androidal? No, that's not right, perhaps, cybernetic look to it. Further on, you see the first humanoid figures fighting the second ones in a mural that takes up roughly a 500 meter section of wall space, what you assume are key events etched in superb detail, the years of expose to the harsh jungle climate and moistness of for all pretenses may be called a cave only distorting the drawings slightly. in the next image you see the first figures standing triumphant over the second figures, but the first figure's carving is cracked and chipped, and compared to the state of the rest of the pictographs, you assume it was an intentional choice by the artist. Based on the images, the first men, in their victory over the second men, had worn themselves to the point of shattering what once glory they had upheld. The following images depict vast amounts of the first men isolated from one another on various planet's, with odd clouds and other races preying upon them now that they no longer stood as one, or rather, could not. You continue following the images, enthralled by this story until you reach another huge room, this one much more elaborate then the first you set foot into.

>>10438

1/2. Your voidsmen labor ceaselessly to get the void engines, in what partial state they are in, to give off any thrust, and as if whatever dark gods inhabit the realm of your eternal prison are listening, the ships lurches ever so slightly. this would be great if only it happened qui- what the hell is that giant smoking ship doing in the hanger and how did it just appear there? Also, why does it smell like one of the most noxious fumes your non-existent nose has ever had the displeasure of being exposed too?

>>10450

Name: Haakon Wolfpaw

Origin Fluff:

Ship Fluff: Haakon was one of the sons of the CEO of the Light-meld initiative. A conglomerate of research firms centered around the manipulation and possible elimination of matter. A field of technology deemed impossible and in case it was not strictly forbidden. Among the fields of research were most openly the many tiers of stealth technology and most secret and invested in the elimination projects. When the authorities discovered what was transipiring they quickly brought their forces in and the LM initiative had to scatter. Haakon fled with a trusty crew on a half-finished small fast prototype stealth-corvette with forbidden technology in dire need of testing.

Ship Name: The Rising Shadow

Ship Type: Corvette

Rolled 71, 49 = 120 (2d100)

>>10449

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name:

Ship Fluff:

Ship Type:

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew: 24 Convicts

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

+ Quartermaster - Dell

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

Flaws: [The reviled] - You and your ship are well known, and people are hunting to claim your bounty

1&2. Great, lets see what is on this thing.

Name: Bonnaculax 9 & Clyde

Origin Fluff: He was the doctor and head researcher of exploratory Vessel 619. She was an intelligent parasite intent on turning the crew in to puppets and devouring the Galaxy. Thankfully Clyde managed to inoculate himself against Bonnaculax and rig the medical bay in to a fortress of weaponized medical droids. Now the two of them are stuck together as Clyde managed to take control of the droids manning the docking bay and refuses to leave until he cures his friends and family.

Ship Name: Lost Hope

Ship Fluff: What once was a state of the art medical research vessel is now a skyborne abomination as it's sections have been overtaken by former research material. The Air is largely toxic and plant life covers the floors for non Bonnaculax hosts it is a contained tropical hell. Burn Marks all across the innards show where Clyde and his medical droids have been. On the outside it is largely innocent with the medical vessel symbols crossed out and replaced with warnings signs. The Bridge is the only space left mostly untouched as the only resident is former Captain Janet Austworth acting as the core host of Bonnaculax.

Ship Type: Frigate

Rolled 18, 77 = 95 (2d100)

>>10449

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1-2. Grab the laser, install it if we have time, if we don't flee with it in our hold to a different system. Way too many unknowns here.

Rolled 49, 96 = 145 (2d100)

>>10449

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Secondary Character: Field Captain

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

"By the winds of Mausoleum…begin preliminary scans of the world! Accelerate our approach to the world, and put out a medical team to make sure the 'warp' here did not incapacitate the crew. Field Captain, put together an expedition team a big one."

"Hail the planet. If anyone or anything occupies this world, we come."

12 Following the above orders begin scanning the 'world' exploring every facet open to us. With efforts to find a central facility given the highest priority. We could be here for a while

Rolled 96, 79 = 175 (2d100)

1. "Scuffitus's Big book of War" (4/15)

2. Lets try to not run into any more space rocks this time. Continue on the ore hauling job.

Name: Dru

Origin Fluff: Dru was born on a primitive world with no name, a star only labelled some coordinates in some ancient database that Dru herself never bothered to learn. She learned of the greater galaxy when the crew of the Beleaguered Hope had to make an emergency landing in her hunting grounds for food and water due to an unfortunate noodle incident. She barged past the lackluster security detail and then refused to leave. It is amazing how small a space a 600 kilogram spider with a humanoid torso can fit into when she wants to. The then captain gave up trying to evict their new guest shortly after and they left the world Dru once called home. For a time she simply wandered the decks, doing her best to learn of her new home and slowly getting used to technology and aliens, during which the crew was also getting used to her. However before she could become too acclimated pirates attacked and slaughtered most of the crew manning the bridge. Dru showed them the error of their ways by leading the rest of the Beleaguered Hope against them, pushing them off the ship and damaging their engines before somehow piloting the Beleaguered Hope into a nearby nebula to recuperate, despite having no training whatsoever. The crew has never stopped following her orders though she often still shows her origins as an uncultured savage occasionally.

Ship Name: Beleaguered Hope

Ship Fluff: The Hope is as old as you can get and still remain functional, frequent maintenance and the hopes and dreams are all that hold it together. Even Dru's ridiculously strong spider silk can only do so much. However it has seen almost every single space station in the surrounding sectors and even the most xenophobic space stations and planets have serviced her at one time or another. She is a familiar face, even if her current captain is a tad… unusual. Her most famous battle is 100 years ago where she joined a planet's militia and fought off a ravening horde of technozombies and their fleet of cannibilistic ships. She probably has the medal they were awarded buried somewhere in one of her previous captain'

s rooms.

Ship Type: Frigate

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 49/50

Crew:400

Weapon systems: Dorsal Laser banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

Flaws: [Forlorn Rust-bucket] - Your ship is old, and she bares the scars to prove it, along with the creaks and moans and occasional explosive decompression and loss of the cabin boy(s). (A critfail while in your ship [in space] has added repercussions, or in other words, something breaks, and more people die than usual)

>>10447

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 150

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug Throwers (4d5) 1 Dorsal Missile Bay (1d6)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6) Light Shields (1d6)

Bonuses: [Mysterious Past] - Nobody knows who or what you are, nobody but you, and therefore, you are everywhere and nowhere all at once. +5 to stealth rolls

Flaws: [Drunk] - Whoist, what'sit. I'm not Drunk, it's only 0800 and I've only had 8 shots! Gimmie another bottle ensign……. You need a constant supply of liquor to function, any turn without you being boozed up you get -10 to all rolls

Inventory: 4 Turns worth of Booze

>>10451

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 100

Weapon systems: 2 Plasma Casters (2d10)

Engines: 3 Light Eniges

Subsystem: [Prototype Cloaking] - (Roll a 1d2 in combat or otherwise to see if it works, 1 is no, 2 is yes)

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Cloaking] - your ship can turn invisible, that's pretty fucking special

Flaws: [Prototype] - Untested, half-built, this things is very complex and you don't know how to begin to make it work, let alone fix it if it breaks. Well shit….

>>10454

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 440 Bonnaculax Host and various Droids 1 Clyde

Weapon systems: 1 Frontal laser Bank (1d6)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Sitcom] - Star/crossed lovers in a dangerous space time, you somehow also manage to tie up whatever dangerous story you're in so that everything is okay the very next day

Flaws: [Flawed Vaccination] - Critfail enough times and you'll become real ==close== to Bonnaculux

Rolled 31, 34 = 65 (2d100)

>>10525

Name: Haakon Wolfpaw

Origin Fluff:

Ship Fluff: Haakon was one of the sons of the CEO of the Light-meld initiative. A conglomerate of research firms centered around the manipulation and possible elimination of matter. A field of technology deemed impossible and in case it was not strictly forbidden. Among the fields of research were most openly the many tiers of stealth technology and most secret and invested in the elimination projects. When the authorities discovered what was transipiring they quickly brought their forces in and the LM initiative had to scatter. Haakon fled with a trusty crew on a half-finished small fast prototype stealth-corvette with forbidden technology in dire need of testing.

Ship Name: The Rising Shadow

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 100

Weapon systems: 2 Plasma Casters (2d10)

Engines: 3 Light Eniges

Subsystem: [Prototype Cloaking] - (Roll a 1d2 in combat or otherwise to see if it works, 1 is no, 2 is yes)

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Cloaking] - your ship can turn invisible, that's pretty fucking special

Flaws: [Prototype] - Untested, half-built, this things is very complex and you don't know how to begin to make it work, let alone fix it if it breaks. Well shit….

1-2) we managed to escape. And so did others. This is an impressive vessel but we don't know what half the things on it does. The crewmembers that were meant for it never got the proper training yet to keep everything secret as long as possible. so priority one is to find the techies that know how the ship works and can work on it, no matter where they have scattered.

Rolled 46, 58 = 104 (2d100)

>>10525

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 150

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug Throwers (4d5) 1 Dorsal Missile Bay (1d6)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6) Light Shields (1d6)

Bonuses: [Mysterious Past] - Nobody knows who or what you are, nobody but you, and therefore, you are everywhere and nowhere all at once. +5 to stealth rolls

Flaws: [Drunk] - Whoist, what'sit. I'm not Drunk, it's only 0800 and I've only had 8 shots! Gimmie another bottle ensign……. You need a constant supply of liquor to function, any turn without you being boozed up you get -10 to all rolls

Inventory: 4 Turns worth of Booze

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Actions

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1. HOLY SHIT WHAT TIME IS IT. FUCK. Okay. We need to get some goddamn CREDITS for some GODDAMN BEER because we…we…only got like…some beer left. Fuck. Welp, how about we go rip off some miners. They always seem to got money and shit. Woo. Man. My back hurts. What the fuck did I just sleep on? Jesus Christ. is that smell me? Ok. Yeah. Miners. Okay. Let's get some miners. Hate those guys. Dead 'ard prics. [Ambush Miners]

2. Better hide here.. [Hiccup]… near this asteroid…hiding will help. Poor bastards never see it coming. Buncha prics. Hope the damn navy isn't around here. WHOA, WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? Oh, nothing…it was nothing. Sorry, I almost hit you there. Calm down you're fine sweetie. Get away from me I'm fine. I SAID GET AWAY. Fuck. Bitch. [Use stealth to ambush miners]

Rolled 39, 42 = 81 (2d100)

>>10525

Name: Bonnaculax 9 & Clyde

Origin Fluff: He was the doctor and head researcher of exploratory Vessel 619. She was an intelligent parasite intent on turning the crew in to puppets and devouring the Galaxy. Thankfully Clyde managed to inoculate himself against Bonnaculax and rig the medical bay in to a fortress of weaponized medical droids. Now the two of them are stuck together as Clyde managed to take control of the droids manning the docking bay and refuses to leave until he cures his friends and family.

Ship Name: Lost Hope

Ship Fluff: What once was a state of the art medical research vessel is now a skyborne abomination as it's sections have been overtaken by former research material. The Air is largely toxic and plant life covers the floors for non Bonnaculax hosts it is a contained tropical hell. Burn Marks all across the innards show where Clyde and his medical droids have been. On the outside it is largely innocent with the medical vessel symbols crossed out and replaced with warnings signs. The Bridge is the only space left mostly untouched as the only resident is former Captain Janet Austworth acting as the core host of Bonnaculax.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 440 Bonnaculax Host and various Droids 1 Clyde

Weapon systems: 1 Frontal laser Bank (1d6)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Sitcom] - Star/crossed lovers in a dangerous space time, you somehow also manage to tie up whatever dangerous story you're in so that everything is okay the very next day

Flaws: [Flawed Vaccination] - Critfail enough times and you'll become real ==close== to Bonnaculux

1. Containment Log Stardate: irrelevant 1240 hours since first contact. It seems subject Bonnaculax 9 hasascertained use of the navigation systems (note i will need to find if this is direct knowledge of our navigation officers or trial and error on the Subject's part) and we have entered Eridnus Sector Space. I will begin sending out a warning of biological contamination to deter any boarding actions by people looking to send a helping hand or with less benevolent intentions [periodically pulse a warning to nearby ships]

2. Defenses insufficient, capture of secondary vessels prime directive, engineering drones will begin construction of weapons designed to disable engines

Rolled 67, 11 = 78 (2d100)

>>10529

forgot muh name

Rolled 17, 52 = 69 (2d100)

>>10450

Name: Lieutenant Daniel Albinson

Origin Fluff: Daniel Albinson is - was, a rising star in the United National Council's Navy. After passing the Officer's Examinations with flying colors and proving himself in some minor skirmishes, Albinson worked his way up to Captaincy, 'on his way to an Admiral, or a Phantom', they said, for his skill as a tactician and soldier was indisputable. But some situations, no one can beat. The details might be spared, but upon an unexpected draw-out from a political ally in the heat of the moment, Albinson's strategy collapsed, and nearly a million men died at his command to counter the million men he'd saved in brilliant moves before. Politically, he was ripped to shreds by the bureaucratic and harsh Council, demoted to a mere Lieutenant and essentially banished to the Eridnus sector in shame.

But his story didn't end there.

Ship Name: UNC Perseus

Ship Fluff: A stable and solid Council-granted frigate, whose strength lies in it's solid build. Albinson was once in command of a cutting-edge Cruiser, and bits and pieces of the prototype tech has been placed into his new flagship - though he longs for his true Perseus back once more. And by God in the heavens we explore, he'll get it, or make it.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health:50/50

Crew: 495 Council Servicemen

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Laser banks (2d10)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Bonuses: [Veteran] - You've been around the block, you won't fall for any traps, and you know your way around a war, +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [Disgraced] - Good luck getting anyone to take you seriously.

[Mapping 5/1000]

1: You two, what are you doing just standing there? Record this information stat, this is vital stuff, both to the Council and our exploration and information-gathering of this system. Chop chop!

2. Continue on into the huge, elaborate room to check it out, always on guard and wary for traps, guards, or other dangers. We never know what might be lurking in the depths of this cavern - but the promise of glory and treasure for the Council makes it worth it. As adventures, it is our right, no, our DUTY to explore. Onwards!

+ [Veteran]

Rolled 95, 91 = 186 (2d100)

>>10450

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. Gently pressing down the button of the external vox, Snoop leaned forward, blinking several times and swallowing his mouthful of Chessy Honkers before words drifted into his mind, through the haze of THC and that good acky-haw.

"This is Snoop Dogg of Mars. We is commandeerin' yo' mothafuckin' ship. If y'all would like to surrendizzle your valubizzles right now, then leave that shit out front of the airlock, y'dig? An' we'll be on our merry mothafuckin' way."

Coerce the ethereal monster-things to give Snoop's crew all of their cool shit.

2. "To showizzle you that we is serious, we finna fire off a warning volley."

Fire a single salvo of shots from the portside cannons, aiming for whatever shield-generator was presently keeping the hanger hidden and closed, trying -not- to hit any spectral pirate monsters.

Rolled 62, 14 = 76 (2d100)

>>10450

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

Space Hulk

{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

1. "Who in HELL are you? I am captain of this ship. Who are you?"

2. And don't you DARE stop getting these engines functinional.

Rolled 5, 19 = 24 (2d20)

>>10696

Slugthrower damage, if needed. If not just ignore it.

>>10698

Some manner of infernal music emanates from the confines of the gold and green alien ship, after the declaration has been made.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ttTJuWDqJo

Rolled 14, 60 = 74 (2d100)

>>10450

Name: High Corporal Whiskers

Origin Fluff: The Mustelids originate from the distant planet Lilana IV. Some say they are the result of Terran housepets exposed to radioactive rays from Lilana's sun that greatly boosted their intelligence. Some say it's merely a matter of convergent evolution. Whatever the case, they are one of the premier stellar empires of the region. Their deceivingly adorable appearance hides a strong and ferocious will to conquer, and Corporal Whiskers is the ideal example of this ferocity. He will smother the galaxy in cuteness, and rule a universe of corpses.

Ship Name: M.S. Weatherlight

Ship Fluff: The good ship Weatherlight, vanguard of the Mustelid fleet. A light of hope in the darkness of the unknown, and recorded as the 5th cuddliest ship in the known universe. It's AI, called NANI, cares for the Polecat inhabitants during their slumber, and manages the ship. But once awakened, the ship is fully at the Polecat's disposal. Because of the small size of its partisans, the ship itself is also smaller.

Ship Type:

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 35/35

Crew: 575 (?) Ferrets

Weapon systems: 2 Dorsal Laser Banks (1d20)

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Bonuses: [Too cute to be Scary] - You and your "men" are fluffy balls of fur, and as such, you give of the outwardly appearance of cuteness and trust

Flaws: [No Thumbs] - Your lack of opposable thumbs has been the bane of your race for as long as they have been sentient, and still now plagues you and your crew, Crit fails have additional consequences.

1/2 - Scrawdamnit! EVERYONE, AT YOUR READY! We've got something in these jungles going after our men. That comm tower up there is our objective, and we're going to torch and cut every acre between here and there if we have to. BATTLE STATIONS, READY THE LASERS FOR AIR-TO-SURFACE BATTERIES, GET THE FLUFF OUT OF YOUR EARS! They've got our men dying up their, and by my station we aren't resting until every last one of them is dead!

>>10696

The Snoop Dog fires upon Der Fliegende Deutschmann, the ship itself being amalgamated with the large Space Hulk as though it where crushed into it by a huge hand and then welded half-hazardly.

"YArgh, Bleeding Warp! Who the fuck are you!

We have damned valubles on this ship.

Don't you know there's about 20 cruiser signatures, heading HERE!"

Rolled 45, 95 = 140 (2d100)

>>16340

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1. Figure out where the fuck we are.

2. Once done warp away again to the commerce hub of the sector.

Rolled 28, 40 = 68 (2d100)

>>16340

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name:

Ship Fluff:

Ship Type:

>Don't fill this in

Ship Health:

Crew: 24 Convicts

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

+ Quartermaster - Dell

Weapon systems:

Engines:

Armor and/or Shields:

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

Flaws: [The reviled] - You and your ship are well known, and people are hunting to claim your bounty

1&2. Now is the time. Take control of the intercom systems. "Greetings prisoners of Lamba. This is Dread Pirate Mackaver J. Varis, scourge of seven sectors, and I am here to make you all a deal you never thought you would here. I will give you your freedom," to punctuated this all prisoner doors are opened, and security systems shut down or turned on the guards. "and in turn all I ask is your service. Have fun, grab some weapons, grab some booze. No really, grab some booze, I could use a drink. Grab anything you can, beat any guards you want, have your way with any female guards you want. I'll see you all on whatever ship I decide is mine." Time for a break out. The intercoms turn back on "Dell, special message to you. Your on the job now, get me a fucking gun."

Rolled 13 + 3 (1d77)

>>16344

special roll

Rolled 21, 35 = 56 (2d100)

>>16340

>>16333

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. Snoop took an inhumanly long drag from his honey-dipped blunt, reducing it to mere cinders with a single breath before he gently clicked down the button for the comms.

"A'ight, y'all, now, what I'm understandizzlin' here is that y'all is requirin' some aid for these cruisers. We finna do shit like this: y'all give us a cut of your money, a'ight, an' we help you deal with them cruisers. Fifteen point forty-two percent, to be exact, y'dig? Now, gizzle us a link to yo' optics an' radar so that we can see what y'all can see, 'cause we ain't seein' shit up in this hangar."

Snoop tries to use the ghost ship's own optics and sensor systems to pinpoint oncoming vessels.

2. "Ay yo, Jermaine, rustle up them engines an' turn the ship around, aight? We gotta be ready to jet outta this shit an' pop 'em like it's hot."

Snoop orders his crew to turn the ship around and rev up the engines in preparation for a blitzing charge out of the hangar. +20 Dankus Bonus.

Rolled 54, 28 = 82 (2d100)

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 150

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug Throwers (4d5) 1 Dorsal Missile Bay (1d6)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6) Light Shields (1d6)

Inventory: [2 tons Iron ore]

Bonuses: [Mysterious Past] - Nobody knows who or what you are, nobody but you, and therefore, you are everywhere and nowhere all at once. +5 to stealth rolls

Flaws: [Drunk] - Whoist, what'sit. I'm not Drunk, it's only 0800 and I've only had 8 shots! Gimmie another bottle ensign……. You need a constant supply of liquor to function, any turn without you being boozed up you get -10 to all rolls

Inventory: 3 Turns worth of Booze

—

Actions [plot to rob rich people, then rob them]

—

1. HAHAHA WE GOT THEM…HAHA, FUCK YOU MINERS..ah…uh…hmm, well, yeah, how about I go..uh..like, uh, rob some… rich people! Yeah! BECKY GET MY FUCKING MAP BABE…uh..okay..so..yeah…they kinda…like..come through here…and we ambush them… [plotting]

2. The Drunk plots to rob some rich people, because they have money. He contacts a former associate to figure out where the largest offworld party is being held – and then he plans to hold the entire thing hostage. "ALRIGHT RICHIES THIS IS AMBUSH, YOU ARE MY TICKET TO DRUNK, STAND YOUR SHIT DOWN!" [he sort of staggers a bit with a bottle in one hand and a pistol in the other] [stealth robbing]

Rolled 76, 69 = 145 (2d100)

>>16370

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

Space Hulk

{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

>>16370

1. "Greed. I see the hearts of men have not changed in the eons.

Very well, ye curs, whatever booty and treasure is to be found on this blasted hulk will be given to you at your percent rate."

1-2. Work with these. . ."Snoop Dogs" on restoring the Void Engines. We cannot face this force and we must fleet immediately.

Rolled 73, 65 = 138 (2d100)

>>16370

>>16375

special roll for special reasons

Rolled 47, 73 = 120 (2d100)

>>16437

and the other rolls

Rolled 3, 30 = 33 (2d100)

Name: High Corporal Whiskers

Origin Fluff: The Mustelids originate from the distant planet Lilana IV. Some say they are the result of Terran housepets exposed to radioactive rays from Lilana's sun that greatly boosted their intelligence. Some say it's merely a matter of convergent evolution. Whatever the case, they are one of the premier stellar empires of the region. Their deceivingly adorable appearance hides a strong and ferocious will to conquer, and Corporal Whiskers is the ideal example of this ferocity. He will smother the galaxy in cuteness, and rule a universe of corpses.

Ship Name: M.S. Weatherlight

Ship Fluff: The good ship Weatherlight, vanguard of the Mustelid fleet. A light of hope in the darkness of the unknown, and recorded as the 5th cuddliest ship in the known universe. It's AI, called NANI, cares for the Polecat inhabitants during their slumber, and manages the ship. But once awakened, the ship is fully at the Polecat's disposal. Because of the small size of its partisans, the ship itself is also smaller.

Ship Type:

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 35/35

Crew: 575 (?) Ferrets

Weapon systems: 2 Dorsal Laser Banks (1d20)

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Bonuses: [Too cute to be Scary] - You and your "men" are fluffy balls of fur, and as such, you give of the outwardly appearance of cuteness and trust

Flaws: [No Thumbs] - Your lack of opposable thumbs has been the bane of your race for as long as they have been sentient, and still now plagues you and your crew, Crit fails have additional consequences.

1/2 - WHY ISN'T THAT SHIP IN THE AIR YET? GET IT UP AND FIRING, FILL THIS SCRAWDAMNED FOREST WITH PLASMA! IN THE MEANTIME, GET YOUR FUZZING ASSES IN GEAR, FIRE AT WILL! AIM FOR THE HEAD ESPECIALLY!

Rolled 11, 43 = 54 (2d100)

>>16340

Name: Lieutenant Daniel Albinson

Origin Fluff: Daniel Albinson is - was, a rising star in the United National Council's Navy. After passing the Officer's Examinations with flying colors and proving himself in some minor skirmishes, Albinson worked his way up to Captaincy, 'on his way to an Admiral, or a Phantom', they said, for his skill as a tactician and soldier was indisputable. But some situations, no one can beat. The details might be spared, but upon an unexpected draw-out from a political ally in the heat of the moment, Albinson's strategy collapsed, and nearly a million men died at his command to counter the million men he'd saved in brilliant moves before. Politically, he was ripped to shreds by the bureaucratic and harsh Council, demoted to a mere Lieutenant and essentially banished to the Eridnus sector in shame.

But his story didn't end there.

Ship Name: UNC Perseus

Ship Fluff: A stable and solid Council-granted frigate, whose strength lies in it's solid build. Albinson was once in command of a cutting-edge Cruiser, and bits and pieces of the prototype tech has been placed into his new flagship - though he longs for his true Perseus back once more. And by God in the heavens we explore, he'll get it, or make it.

Inventory: [Progenitor Mural Pict-capture]

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health:50/50

Crew: 495 Council Servicemen

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Laser banks (2d10)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Bonuses: [Veteran] - You've been around the block, you won't fall for any traps, and you know your way around a war, +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [Disgraced] - Good luck getting anyone to take you seriously.

[Mapping 5/1000]

1/2: Fucking hell. this is going to take a while. Capture as much of the massive mural as I can for further analysis, while the other two 'fellow crew' stand guard, and make sure there isn't a nest of vicious parasites in that pile of skulls.

Rolled 38, 91 = 129 (2d100)

1. "Scuffitus's Big book of War" (7/15)

2. Credits! The lifeblood of this old clanker. Lets go get stuff repaired or replaced depending on the needs. Now where is the nearest place that does that sorta thing?

Name: Dru

Origin Fluff: Dru was born on a primitive world with no name, a star only labelled some coordinates in some ancient database that Dru herself never bothered to learn. She learned of the greater galaxy when the crew of the Beleaguered Hope had to make an emergency landing in her hunting grounds for food and water due to an unfortunate noodle incident. She barged past the lackluster security detail and then refused to leave. It is amazing how small a space a 600 kilogram spider with a humanoid torso can fit into when she wants to. The then captain gave up trying to evict their new guest shortly after and they left the world Dru once called home. For a time she simply wandered the decks, doing her best to learn of her new home and slowly getting used to technology and aliens, during which the crew was also getting used to her. However before she could become too acclimated pirates attacked and slaughtered most of the crew manning the bridge. Dru showed them the error of their ways by leading the rest of the Beleaguered Hope against them, pushing them off the ship and damaging their engines before somehow piloting the Beleaguered Hope into a nearby nebula to recuperate, despite having no training whatsoever. The crew has never stopped following her orders though she often still shows her origins as an uncultured savage occasionally.

Ship Name: Beleaguered Hope

Ship Fluff: The Hope is as old as you can get and still remain functional, frequent maintenance and the hopes and dreams are all that hold it together. Even Dru's ridiculously strong spider silk can only do so much. However it has seen almost every single space station in the surrounding sectors and even the most xenophobic space stations and planets have serviced her at one time or another. She is a familiar face, even if her current captain is a tad… unusual. Her most famous battle is 100 years ago where she joined a planet's militia and fought off a ravening horde of technozombies and their fleet of cannibilistic ships. She probably has the medal they were awarded buried somewhere in one of her previous captain's rooms.

Ship Type: Frigate

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 49/50

Crew:400

Weapon systems: Dorsal Laser banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Cargo : 2500 credits.

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

Flaws: [Forlorn Rust-bucket] - Your ship is old, and she bares the scars to prove it, along with the creaks and moans and occasional explosive decompression and loss of the cabin boy(s). (A critfail while in your ship [in space] has added repercussions, or in other words, something breaks, and more people die than usual)

Rolled 1, 28 = 29 (2d100)

>>18643

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 360 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1-2. Dock at Eridnus and find a job that pays. Scouting, shooting, being a courier, hauling, whatever.

Rolled 36, 93 = 129 (2d100)

[META] : Is that 3000 added on to the credits I have, or 3000 credits total?

1. Big Book of War. I have never read so much in my life. I'm starting to see words written on the walls of the ship and in my dreams. That isn't a good sign. (9/15)

2. Before we go get serious and all that and worry about ship repairs and upgrades…. SHORE LEAVE! Time to enjoy the open air of a planet and spend some time hobnobbing with the groundpounders. Lets see what trouble I can get into as well.

http://pastebin.com/7jRNG0An

Rolled 3, 42 = 45 (2d100)

>>18644

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. Snoop coughed for a solid thirty seconds, sniffing, once, before straightening up and clearing his throat. He held a hand out, and it was promptly filled by a bottle of Hennessy.

"A'ight, y'all, kicks up them shieldizzles an' put them thrusters in gear. We about to deliver some premium kick-ass, all toppings, plus tip."

Activate shields and engage evasive maneuvers to avoid being blasted by whatever gun the targeting laser is linked to.

2. "An' load up them Blunts, y'dig?" barked Snoop as he took an inhumanly long swig of Hennessy. "We gotta hitizzle 'em hard an' hitizzle 'em fast."

Light the enemy cruiser up with our cannons.

Rolled 3, 6, 11, 11 = 31 (4d20)

>>18652

>>18644

The Blunt cannons let loose a volley of white-hot explosive shot as the ship corkscrews past.

Even in the vacuum of outer space, the sound of music can be heard vibrating from the ship.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYoKJW-IeOc

Rolled 6, 12, 13, 19 = 50 (4d20)

>>18644

Shield roll, fam.

Rolled 32, 4, 20, 30 = 86 (4d35)

>>18658

????? Cruiser Weapon Rolls

1. ????

2.?????

3?????

4?????

Rolled 13, 2 = 15 (2d25)

>>18663

>>18658

and armor and shield roll

1. ????? armor

2. ????? Shield

Rolled 43, 4 = 47 (2d100)

>>18644

Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

Type: Frigate

Health:50/50

Crew: 500 voidsmen

Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 4 Medium Engines

Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [What Should not be]

Space Hulk

{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

>>18652

1-2. Bah, I dinnae get Heavy Armor for nothing.

MAN THE GUNS. THERE BE NO RUNNING AWAY ON ME SHIP TODAY! FIRE ON THE ENEMY!

Rolled 4, 3, 3, 2 = 12 (4d5)

>>18666

Slug Thrower roll

[Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>18667

Heavy Armor Roll

Rolled 3, 51, 89, 93 = 236 (4d100)

>>18652

>>18666

1/2. Enemy Fleet combat rolls

3/4. Capital ship combat rolls

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>18672

and enemy reinforcement roll

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>18650

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 420

Weapon systems: 1 Light Laser Gun (1d10)

Engines: 6 light engines,

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonus: [This was a Triumph] - You've evaded capture, and now you have you're own ship. You're wily to say the least. +3 to all rolls

Flaw: [Want you gone] - You're wanted by the feds, expect confrontation if you are found

>>18683

addendum

Crew: 200

Rolled 13, 52 = 65 (2d100)

>>18683

>Name: Dr. Gabriela Lados

>Origin Fluff: A doctor of Chemistry and neuroscience, Dr. G. Lados has a warrant out for her arrest due to multiple cases of malpractice and human experimentation. She has bought passage on the ship Daredevil Squirrel, in an attempt to flee the system. Through subtle drugging and chemical experimentation she eventually took over the crew, bending their wills to hers. While she prefers to let them go about their business so long as it doesn't interfere with her work, she will take direct control if necessary.

>Ship Name: Daredevil Squirrel

>Ship Fluff: Originally a passenger/smuggling ship the crew of the daredevil Squirrel have been drugged and experimented on to increase their loyalty towards Dr. Lados. The ship itself has been modified to be able to outrun system security and run blockades if necessary, while there is little in the way of weaponry the Squirrel makes up for it with maneuverability and speed.

>Ship Type: Corvette

>Ship Health: 25/25

>Crew: 200

>Weapon systems: 1 Light Laser Gun (1d10)

>Engines: 6 light engines,

>Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

>Bonus: [This was a Triumph] - You've evaded capture, and now you have you're own ship. You're wily to say the least. +3 to all rolls

>Flaw: [Want you gone] - You're wanted by the feds, expect confrontation if you are found

1. Begin scanning the system we're in for law enforcement, we don't want to be caught unaware.

2. Begin refining the compound that increases the crew's loyalty to me

Rolled 72, 16 = 88 (2d100)

[The Hick]

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 150

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug Throwers (4d5) 1 Dorsal Missile Bay (1d6)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor (1d6) Light Shields (1d6)

Inventory: [2 tons Iron ore]

Bonuses: [Mysterious Past] - Nobody knows who or what you are, nobody but you, and therefore, you are everywhere and nowhere all at once. +5 to stealth rolls

Flaws: [Drunk] - Whoist, what'sit. I'm not Drunk, it's only 0800 and I've only had 8 shots! Gimmie another bottle ensign……. You need a constant supply of liquor to function, any turn without you being boozed up you get -10 to all rolls

Inventory: 2 Turns worth of Booze

—

Actions [plot to rob outpost, then rob them]

—

1. "FUCK THEY'RE GONE…FUCK?! BECKY, COME HERE. Sweetie. Sweetie. You got the timetable wrong…okay..so..we're..gonna..raid this armory…okay…look. Ok. Look. I said FUCKING LOOK. Ok. [plot to raid an outpost]

2. "OKAY, FUCKASSES, THIS IS A RAID. STAND DOWN!" [gross noises] "Oh, I just puked a little. Yeah. Anyway, this is a raid you motherfucking cockball shitcocks. Haha. Yeah." [Rob outpost]

—

All and all, the Drunk's crew was a motley bunch of rascals, criminals, scum, and other charming people not known for their tendency to play nice. This made them amenable to piracy, but more generally they regarded the drunk as an abusive father figure they never had. They try to keep him out of trouble where they can, frankly.

Rolled 30, 74 = 104 (2d100)

>>18643

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Breakout

Ship Fluff: Stolen police vehicle, yay!

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 32 various space pirates

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

+ Quartermaster - Dell

Weapon systems: 2 Pintle-mounted Plasma casters (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields:

Basic Shields: (1d6)

Basic Armor: (1d6)

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

[Military Grade] - This is a government ship, which means not only is it tougher then other ships of it's class, but always has excess parts in surplus, and is very easy to upgrade

Flaws: [Wanted] - You just escaped prison, you are hunted again

"Alright boys, it's damn good to be back. I got two announcements. First of all The ship is getting a new name, The Breakout.

1&2. Second of all, get ready for the old rush. We are going to rob someone. Navigator, find us a good trade lane."

Rolled 47, 10 = 57 (2d100)

1.2. Perfect. A distraction from words! Go help defend that nice looking ship. Hit them from behind! No I don't care if I'm half drunk. I AM A GIANT SPIDER YAAAAAAAAA.

[GPSDD] - +5 to all combat rolls involving you, the captain.

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

http://pastebin.com/7jRNG0An

Rolled 30, 32 = 62 (2d100)

>>19490

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 340 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1-2. Fight them off!

Rolled 42, 57 = 99 (2d100)

>>18644

Name: Lieutenant Daniel Albinson

Origin Fluff: Daniel Albinson is - was, a rising star in the United National Council's Navy. After passing the Officer's Examinations with flying colors and proving himself in some minor skirmishes, Albinson worked his way up to Captaincy, 'on his way to an Admiral, or a Phantom', they said, for his skill as a tactician and soldier was indisputable. But some situations, no one can beat. The details might be spared, but upon an unexpected draw-out from a political ally in the heat of the moment, Albinson's strategy collapsed, and nearly a million men died at his command to counter the million men he'd saved in brilliant moves before. Politically, he was ripped to shreds by the bureaucratic and harsh Council, demoted to a mere Lieutenant and essentially banished to the Eridnus sector in shame.

But his story didn't end there.

Ship Name: UNC Perseus

Ship Fluff: A stable and solid Council-granted frigate, whose strength lies in it's solid build. Albinson was once in command of a cutting-edge Cruiser, and bits and pieces of the prototype tech has been placed into his new flagship - though he longs for his true Perseus back once more. And by God in the heavens we explore, he'll get it, or make it.

Inventory: [Progenitor Mural Pict-capture], [Progenitor Timeline Data]

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health:50/50

Crew: 495 Council Servicemen

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Laser banks (2d10)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Bonuses: [Veteran] - You've been around the block, you won't fall for any traps, and you know your way around a war, +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [Disgraced] - Good luck getting anyone to take you seriously.

[Mapping 5/1000]

1/2: Then let's get right the fuck out of here and back to the ship for analysis. Nothing more to be gained or taken down here, and I don't want to spend a second longer than we have to. Who knows what the hell might lurk?

Rolled 96, 48 = 144 (2d100)

>>19490

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 21/25

Crew: 400

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

Lazy Fuck Counter: 1

1. "Aight, look, we ain't about to sit here an' trade no blows with no capital ship. Time to movizzle your izass an' load up another volley."

Snoop commands his ship to go into a tactical roll, firing all cannons at the enemy cruiser.

2. "While you firin', make your way for that big ass ghost ship's hanger, an' repair our shit inside it. Finna buff out them scratches."

Land in the ghost ship's hangar to make repairs. +20 Dankus Bonus.

Rolled 19, 9, 4, 15 = 47 (4d20)

>>19770

Rolling for damage on that sick 96.

>>19769

Slight error in communication, thought that was the end of the Temple, there's more. Onwards!

Rolled 32, 19 = 51 (2d100)

>>19490

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Breakout

Ship Fluff: Stolen police vehicle, yay!

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 32 various space pirates

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

+ Quartermaster - Dell

Weapon systems: 2 Pintle-mounted Plasma casters (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields:

Basic Shields: (1d6)

Basic Armor: (1d6)

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

[Military Grade] - This is a government ship, which means not only is it tougher then other ships of it's class, but always has excess parts in surplus, and is very easy to upgrade

Flaws: [Wanted] - You just escaped prison, you are hunted again

1&2. Alright here is the plan. Keep an eye on the emergency broadcasts from the ship. Send out a message to the hauler to prepare to be boarded. Dell get some good men and put on those Guard uniforms, when we get linked your boarding you and your men are going in. Bluff your way to the bridge and take control of the ship. We can then use the bridge controls to cut off passages, lock doors, and section up defenses into manageable pieces, and make sure no distress signal goes out. We follow as close to police protocol as we can until the time to strike. Usually give people a chance to surrender, but I'm not feeling that generous right now.

(Taking the place of Zaarg after his player's leave last thread!)

Name: Goromu

Origin Fluff: One of Zaarg's would-be entertainers for when the Yiddish captain was planning to renovate the warship he and the lads came across into a casino/hotel/mall/skyscraper/space station of pleasure, Goromu is an advid opera singer who just so happened to be the only other person who had anything close to a clue on how the darn thing worked to any degree (the study of ancient warships being a side-hobby), and has taken up mantle as the head honcho of the operation ever since Zaarg himself got "lost in the ship", so to speak. Though he has a gentler heart than his predicessor, he's still a Yid, and he'll agressively persue favorable situations for himself in order to go up the galactic ranks. It remains on faith whether or not this venture will end in disaster.

Ship Name: ??? (Whatever Zaarg was going to call the thing. Else, the "Mad Maiden".)

Ship Fluff: ??? (Heck if Goromu knows what this thing is: it's big, it's exotic looking, and it's bristling with all sorts of technology that nobody seems to know the functions of!

Ship Type: ??? (Whatever Were the Specifications of the BB Zaarg Nabbed)

Rolled 23, 91 = 114 (2d100)

>>16340

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Secondary Character: Field Captain

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

1 "Don't turn on the exterior illuminaters just yet, continue to scan for a good spot to put us down. If the lights are off or there are no lights, it could mean a race that doesn't need illumination to see and is completely foreign…but lets not get ahead of ourselves."

2 "Field Captain for your first mission, assemble a survey team for when we find a place to put down"

Rolled 8, 66 = 74 (2d100)

>>19490

>Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

>Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

>Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

>He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

>Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

>Type: Frigate

>Health:47/50

>Crew: 470 voidsmen

>Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

>Engines: 4 Medium Engines

>Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

>Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

>Flaws: [What Should not be]

>Space Hulk

>{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

1-2. "Keep firing on the enemy Cruiser you dogs! Let the Snoop Repair, we'll keep on fighting. Support our reinforcements!"

Rolled 65, 75 = 140 (2d100)

Name: High Corporal Whiskers

Origin Fluff: The Mustelids originate from the distant planet Lilana IV. Some say they are the result of Terran housepets exposed to radioactive rays from Lilana's sun that greatly boosted their intelligence. Some say it's merely a matter of convergent evolution. Whatever the case, they are one of the premier stellar empires of the region. Their deceivingly adorable appearance hides a strong and ferocious will to conquer, and Corporal Whiskers is the ideal example of this ferocity. He will smother the galaxy in cuteness, and rule a universe of corpses.

Ship Name: M.S. Weatherlight

Ship Fluff: The good ship Weatherlight, vanguard of the Mustelid fleet. A light of hope in the darkness of the unknown, and recorded as the 5th cuddliest ship in the known universe. It's AI, called NANI, cares for the Polecat inhabitants during their slumber, and manages the ship. But once awakened, the ship is fully at the Polecat's disposal. Because of the small size of its partisans, the ship itself is also smaller.

Ship Type:

Frigate: The most common ship type in the galaxy, fair mix of speed and armor

Ship Health: 35/35

Crew: 500 Ferrets

Weapon systems: 2 Dorsal Laser Banks (1d20)

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Bonuses: [Too cute to be Scary] - You and your "men" are fluffy balls of fur, and as such, you give of the outwardly appearance of cuteness and trust

Flaws: [No Thumbs] - Your lack of opposable thumbs has been the bane of your race for as long as they have been sentient, and still now plagues you and your crew, Crit fails have additional consequences.

1/2 - The deaths of those valiant rodents will not be forgotten, nor forgiven. These bastards haven't heard the old Mustelid axiom,'a weasel fights hardest when cornered.' Now they'll see what happens when they corner us. Let loose the Dorsal Lasers!

Rolled 8, 54 = 62 (2d100)

>>19490

>Name: Dr. Gabriela Lados

>Origin Fluff: A doctor of Chemistry and neuroscience, Dr. G. Lados has a warrant out for her arrest due to multiple cases of malpractice and human experimentation. She has bought passage on the ship Daredevil Squirrel, in an attempt to flee the system. Through subtle drugging and chemical experimentation she eventually took over the crew, bending their wills to hers. While she prefers to let them go about their business so long as it doesn't interfere with her work, she will take direct control if necessary.

>Ship Name: Daredevil Squirrel

>Ship Fluff: Originally a passenger/smuggling ship the crew of the daredevil Squirrel have been drugged and experimented on to increase their loyalty towards Dr. Lados. The ship itself has been modified to be able to outrun system security and run blockades if necessary, while there is little in the way of weaponry the Squirrel makes up for it with maneuverability and speed.

>Ship Type: Corvette

>Ship Health: 25/25

>Crew: 200

>Weapon systems: 1 Light Laser Gun (1d10)

>Engines: 6 light engines,

>Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

>Bonus: [This was a Triumph] - You've evaded capture, and now you have you're own ship. You're wily to say the least. +3 to all rolls

>Flaw: [Want you gone] - You're wanted by the feds, expect confrontation if you are found

1. survey the asteroid for useful minerals

2. Continue working on the nerotoxin upgrade 1/6

Rolled 4, 4, 2, 2 = 12 (4d5)

>>19793

Rolling for damage

Rolled 24, 30, 18 = 72 (3d35)

>>19770

>>19793

????? Cruiser Weapon Rolls

1. ????

2.?????

3 (destroyed)

4?????

Rolled 25, 5 = 30 (2d25)

>>20261

and armor and shield roll

1. ????? armor

2. ????? Shield

Rolled 40, 75, 34, 86 = 235 (4d100)

1/2. Enemy Fleet combat rolls

3/4. Capital ship combat rolls

>>19797

lost second part of your turn

2. The refinement process goes well, a troublesome nucleotide sequence that caused the target to spontaneously grow several magnitudes larger and turn green and violent swapped out for one that makes them slowly die from utter sadness at the loss of a women who goes by the name "Gwen Stacey"

Nerotoxin upgrade 2/6

Rolled 73, 11 = 84 (2d100)

1.2. Too many of them to really do a fire fight at range, time to put myself into CCQ. Oh god damn it, that was from the book!

I don't want to think about that book right now.

RAWR.

(Cathartic violence continues. Maybe my equally drunk crew joins in, maybe they don't.)

[GPSDD] - +5 to all combat rolls involving you, the captain.

Bonuses: [GIANT FUCKING SPIDER] - Although your midsection is nice, giant spider lower half of you is enough to scare the piss out of those who dare stand against you. + 5 to intimidation and combat rolls

http://pastebin.com/7jRNG0An

Rolled 44, 32 = 76 (2d100)

>>20976

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 332 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1/2. They're Distracted! Start shooting them and don't stop. Also don't hit that spider. If it's killing them it's helping us!

Rolled 41, 76 = 117 (2d100)

>>20977

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Breakout

Ship Fluff: Stolen police vehicle, yay!

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 32 various space pirates

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

+ Quartermaster - Dell

Weapon systems: 2 Pintle-mounted Plasma casters (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields:

Basic Shields: (1d6)

Basic Armor: (1d6)

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

[Military Grade] - This is a government ship, which means not only is it tougher then other ships of it's class, but always has excess parts in surplus, and is very easy to upgrade

Flaws: [Wanted] - You just escaped prison, you are hunted again

1&2. Fucking hell. "Everyone grab a gun. I need as many of you assholes as not needed to keep the ship running to help me rescue them. People on the ship are to make sure whatever those are do not get on the ship. Shoot anything that isn't one of ours or obviously surrendering."

Rolled 64, 52 = 116 (2d100)

>>20977

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 400

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20), "BRRRRRAP" Nega Volley Missile System (???)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

Lazy Fuck Counter: 1

1. "Ay yo. If we can get that shizzle up an' workin' again, with all them missiles layin' down that strap, we got this shit in the bag. Y'dig?"

His crew shrugged in unison, reaching for more inhalers of pure THC. Snoop lazily keyed in a few more orders as the ship rocketed out of the hangar, aiming to engage the nearest Cruiser and blast it to bits as it was busy with the mysterious allied fighters.

2. "Ay, yo, while we engagizzle all them, keep yo heads out. We ain't finna get ambushed like we did by Flamingo Station an' Asteroid Koval."

Optics are put on high alert, to warn of incoming attacks, fighter ambushes, and other such dangers.

Rolled 20, 3, 5, 15 = 43 (4d20)

>>21070

Rolling for Blunt Damage.

Rolled 7, 33 = 40 (2d100)

>>20976

Name: Lieutenant Daniel Albinson

Origin Fluff: Daniel Albinson is - was, a rising star in the United National Council's Navy. After passing the Officer's Examinations with flying colors and proving himself in some minor skirmishes, Albinson worked his way up to Captaincy, 'on his way to an Admiral, or a Phantom', they said, for his skill as a tactician and soldier was indisputable. But some situations, no one can beat. The details might be spared, but upon an unexpected draw-out from a political ally in the heat of the moment, Albinson's strategy collapsed, and nearly a million men died at his command to counter the million men he'd saved in brilliant moves before. Politically, he was ripped to shreds by the bureaucratic and harsh Council, demoted to a mere Lieutenant and essentially banished to the Eridnus sector in shame.

But his story didn't end there.

Ship Name: UNC Perseus

Ship Fluff: A stable and solid Council-granted frigate, whose strength lies in it's solid build. Albinson was once in command of a cutting-edge Cruiser, and bits and pieces of the prototype tech has been placed into his new flagship - though he longs for his true Perseus back once more. And by God in the heavens we explore, he'll get it, or make it.

Inventory: [Progenitor Mural Pict-capture], [Progenitor Timeline Data]

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health:50/50

Crew: 495 Council Servicemen

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Laser banks (2d10)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Medium Armor (1d8)

Bonuses: [Veteran] - You've been around the block, you won't fall for any traps, and you know your way around a war, +5 to combat rolls.

Flaws: [Disgraced] - Good luck getting anyone to take you seriously.

[Mapping 5/1000]

1/2: Blaster-less and clothes-less, and without any Ensigns around to order - I am not in my natural habitat. Nevertheless, a Captain of the United National Council never backs down. I shall face this strange voice with a head held high, and come forward to face it in earnest!

Rolled 4, 83 = 87 (2d100)

>>20979

>Name: Dr. Gabriela Lados

>Origin Fluff: A doctor of Chemistry and neuroscience, Dr. G. Lados has a warrant out for her arrest due to multiple cases of malpractice and human experimentation. She has bought passage on the ship Daredevil Squirrel, in an attempt to flee the system. Through subtle drugging and chemical experimentation she eventually took over the crew, bending their wills to hers. While she prefers to let them go about their business so long as it doesn't interfere with her work, she will take direct control if necessary.

>Ship Name: Daredevil Squirrel

>Ship Fluff: Originally a passenger/smuggling ship the crew of the daredevil Squirrel have been drugged and experimented on to increase their loyalty towards Dr. Lados. The ship itself has been modified to be able to outrun system security and run blockades if necessary, while there is little in the way of weaponry the Squirrel makes up for it with maneuverability and speed.

>Ship Type: Corvette

>Ship Health: 25/25

>Crew: 200

>Weapon systems: 1 Light Laser Gun (1d10)

>Engines: 6 light engines,

>Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

>Bonus: [This was a Triumph] - You've evaded capture, and now you have you're own ship. You're wily to say the least. +3 to all rolls

>Flaw: [Want you gone] - You're wanted by the feds, expect confrontation if you are found

1.2. Well no point in worrying about it for now, just continue to work on my neurotoxin upgrade 2/6

Rolled 7, 65 = 72 (2d100)

>>20977

>Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

>Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

>Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

>He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

>Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

>Type: Frigate

>Health:47/50

>Crew: 470 voidsmen

>Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

>Engines: 4 Medium Engines

>Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

>Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

>Flaws: [What Should not be]

>Space Hulk

>{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

1. "Boyz! The Snoop be moving out! Get on her Starboard then break off, we'll smash em on both sides!"

Work with the Sour Diesel on attacking its cruiser target(s) from both sides, blasting away with combined broadsides.

2. Filthy fighter escorts! Bring those flying rats down!

Attack the fighters!

>>7969

>Name: Captain Scruffirius Merk

>Origin Fluff:

Born on "Solitude" a backwater planet with a population of only two million Scruffirius is the youngest of 'big time' tycoon Titanius Merk's three children. In stark contrast to the general population of Solitude who share both a quick temper and an even quicker trigger finger Scruffirius has mostly been noticable for his at times uncannily calm behavior and intellect. These traits were so unheard of on Solitude that some even claimed Scruffirius was not the son of Titanius at all, but rather an alien imposter, of course most of them were only joking, the rest were quick to face his father's wrath.

When he came of age Scruffirius revealed his grand ambition. Solitude would not serve the young entrepreneur, the things he sought lay beyond the planet's feeble terraformed atmosphere, far out in the vast emptyness of space. Refusing to use one of the family's own ships Scruffirius purchased the rotten carcass that was the "Blacklight". Centuries ago it had been the first colony ship to touch down on Solitude's then barren surface, slowly withering away after having served it's purpose.

Giving the chassi a new overhaul, restoring most of the systems to functionality Scruffirius was quick to leave behind his homeworld and family, his destiny awaiting somewhere amongst the stars. But it was more than that. The people who had questioned him were not all wrong, Scruffirius had never felt connected to Solitude, there was something out there pulling him, like on an invisible string it continued to pull him out further and further into the unknown depths of space.

Seeking his purpose more than anything the calm captain with the hot hearted crew were ready to face the oncoming challenges in a mix of angry zeal and indifferent calmness.

>Ship Name: Tremor

>Ship Fluff:

First built centuries ago as the colony ship "Blacklight" and gathering dust for some more centuries Scruffirius ship is a mostly modern ship built on the skeleton of the old one. While perhaps not as fancy as new ships it is ripe with tradition and ancient graffiti of the ships many inhabitants before it.

Having existed for centuries the ship's structure does have some quirks, as the most noticable the ship quakes shortly whenever its weapons systems are fired up or large amounts of energy are expended in another way, earning it its name "Tremor".

>Ship Type: Frigate

>Crew: 300 - 600

>Ship Health: (based on ship type)

>Crew: (fucking d'oy)

>Weapon systems:(Number of and what Type, based on fluff/ Lasers/plasma/projectiles)

>Engines: (Number of and what Type, based on fluff)

>Armor and/or Shields: (Based on fluff and ship type)

>Bonuses: (Based on Fluff)

>Flaws: (Based on Fluff)

Name: Jack Bluebird

Origin Fluff: Jack was originally a merc. He worked his way up a long chain and one day finally made the big capture. He helped out in the wars of adaghast and helped immensely in the capture of their final capital. For his good work he was made captain and owner of his own ship a good long lasting frigate named ol Betty. It was in more wars than a man could count but was borderline useless. Luckily he found an old collector and sold her to him giving him enough money to buy a new frigate brand spanking new. He christened it after the ship that got him here and hasn't looked back. Now he still takes the odd job as a mere but him and his crew prefer exploring space and finding new resources and old ruins then selling the location of said resources and ruins to buyers after exploring the ruins himself of course.

Ship Name: ol' Betty 2.0

Ship Fluff: ol' Betty 2.0 is ironically brand spanking new. Fresh off the line and into the captains hands. This baby is ready and roaring for adventure armed with the latest in plasma tech and detection equipment.

Ship Type: Frigates

Rolled 80, 21, 75, 99 = 275 (4d100)

1/2. Enemy Fleet combat rolls

3/4. Capital ship combat rolls

Name: Renate Richter

Origin Fluff: Born into a human democracy long banished from it's homeworld, Renate has managed to avoid the call of numerous criminal organizations and the progress-inhibited military that would see her relegated to a simple pilot. Instead, Renate signed up with one of the few legitimate salvage operations around, RSS, and managed to save up enough to purchase her own corvette after several large jobs provided healthy overtime bonuses.

Ship Name: Tritanium Sky

Ship Fluff: Salvaged from a massive field of wrecks by RSS, this corvette once fought for the ancient enemy of Renate's native faction. Originally fielded by the dozens to overwhelm foes, this relatively non-descript corvette boasts only a modest pair of weapons. With light armor and a shield protecting the vessel, there is a fair amount of cargo space to store goods or deploy engineering teams to salvage other vessels or aid them in repairs.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 150 Salvager Scum

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Self made women] - You are where you are on will alone, people respect that

Flaws: [Exile] - Your people don't have the nicest reputation

>Last Update (thread 2)

2. You jump to the next viable warp path, and you are greeted by a ship of unholy horror admist a graveyard of solar ships

> Link: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/40480058/#40485138

tl;dr is that I'm seeing some sort of space battle, now?

Rolled 22, 8 = 30 (2d100)

>>30694

"All hands, prepare for combat."

1. Renate orders her ship to hold at the edge of the massive conflict playing out before her. "Communications, get me a link to those two frigates and the Cap ship they're fighting with. Prepare to feed them targeting data from our sensors."

[Provide Baz, Jaundice & Progenitor ship with sensor/targeting data]

2.

While her ship begins to feed targeting data to the other vessels, Renate herself analyzes the nearby graveyard wrecks for items to salvage later…

[Locate salvage in the massive graveyard we're hiding in, because that is my damned job!]

Rolled 5 (1d12)

>>30697

1. Your attempts to reach the supposedly friendly ships are met with silence, it seems that your signal is being jammed. Damn.

2. What's more, it seems that a group of enemy fighters have discovered your position and are on their way your position right now!

Combat: Enemy Fighter Wing (8 Fighters)

Fighter rolls

Polyatomic Lances: 1d12

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>30698

evasive actions (1d4)

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>30698

>>30699

"Shit! Bring us about return fire!"

>Armor roll

Rolled 3, 1, 5, 5 = 14 (4d5)

>>30700

>Guns Guns Guns Guns!

>>21485

>>21070

will be done later tonight

Rolled 3, 55 = 58 (2d100)

>>20977

>>30695

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Secondary Character: Field Captain

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

"This is the greatest discovery of any expedition recorded in the halls of Museia. We must study this technology and this lush planet.

1 Explore the surface of the lush planet Field Captain. [Select Few] +5

2 I will begin researching this containment field. [Select Few] +5

(Can I supplement both actions with that missing turn?)

Rolled 73, 48 = 121 (2d100)

>>30695

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Breakout

Ship Fluff: Stolen police vehicle, yay!

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 28 various space pirates

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

Weapon systems: 2 Pintle-mounted Plasma casters (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields:

Basic Shields: (1d6)

Basic Armor: (1d6)

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

[Military Grade] - This is a government ship, which means not only is it tougher then other ships of it's class, but always has excess parts in surplus, and is very easy to upgrade

Flaws: [Wanted] - You just escaped prison, you are hunted again

1. "All men, aim for the eyes. Spread out and open fire" Pepper it with laser fire and hopefully blind it. Dont let it get close.

2. Call back to the bridge to see if there are any defense measures in the cargo hold.

>>30704

yes

Name: Chet Mach Algernon

Origin Fluff: Chet Mach Algernon is head of the Progenitor Capital's Ship's weapons systems and crew, acting as the present Master of Arms on the High Council of the ships' inhabitants. With an inflated ego and pure machismo, Chet is willing to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goals.

Rolled 13, 30 = 43 (2d100)

>>30704

Supplement actions to fix the first action

12 Lead the surface exploration myself with extra troops, researchers and equipment. With my Personal Comm Device I can still get information from the ship and call it in for backup if need be.

Rolled 61, 35 = 96 (2d100)

>>30695

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 332 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1. Alert the Station of the infestation.

2.Move from the station and get to a different (read better) berth.

>>30702

>>21070

>>21485

The two leviathians circle each other with the grace of a twirling ballarina, their dark and light colors almost forming a Taijitu if viewed from above, trading blows as prize fighters; a jab here, a uppercut their. This continues for several minutes, both ships bleeding atmo and on fire in places. Things change when the darker ship attempts to flank the Progenitor ship, but a swift move by the ancient ship's helmsmen, burning retrograde thrusters and turning so that the menacing ship lies right infront of the bow guns, only they don't fire. Instead, the ships front sections expand and open, revealing a long barrel that extends out from the front of the ship. A small pin of light forms in the center of the barrel, the enemy ship burning afterburners to move out of the way, only for a bright burst of light, as if a sun was planted in the middle of the battlefield, then a bright column of light, as if hurled from the hand of god himself, impacts the dark vessel amidship. What follows can only be described as a mini supernova, even the tinted windows of snoop are not even to reduce its brillance. Any crew looking at the blast are surely blind. The aftermath is horrendous, with half of the enemy fleet caught in the blast, the dark vessel now fully cut in half. Oddly, the two halves start to glow, a small point of light being emitted from their respective ends. Then, they are gone. All that remains now are hordes of fighters and approximately 7 enemy cruisers.

Allied Fleet

Unknown Progenitor Capital Ship

>Health 475/500

untold hundreds of fighter craft

>Enemy Fleet

>The enemy capital ship has fled, or been destroyed, who knows?

7 ???? Class Cruisers

850 Fighters

>>30698

>>30697

>>30699

>>30700

>>30701

Your ship turns to face the enemy fighters, lashing out at them with all that you've got, slugs screaming as they leave the barrels. Fighters answer in kind with their lances, which for lack of a better word "dissamble" parts of your ship where they break through the armor and hit home. Now, somehow, one of your loaders found a flak round, which explodes amidst the fighter wing, half of them being turned into subatomic paste from its explosive might, but as if to show the duality of what we call luck, one of the remaining fighter manages to sever the ammunition chain allowing your guns to be loaded, resulting in one of the slug throwers falling silent.

Ship Health: 22/25

>Left Slug thrower is disabled for the remainder of the fight, unless you send a team out to fix it while you fly around at sublight speeds, dice are changed to 2d5 for slug thrower until it is repaired.

Rolled 31, 79 = 110 (2d100)

>>30714

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 400

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20), "BRRRRRAP" Nega Volley Missile System (???)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

Lazy Fuck Counter: 1

1. "Evasive maneuvers, nigga," says Snoop, pulling a lever as he gulps down a bottle of gin like it's Gatorade. "Use that momentuzzle to get into position."

Evasive maneuvers to avoid colliding with the ghost ship.

2. "Aight, they leader done ran away. We finna get the rest cuz– go fo' that cruiser right there."

Engage the enemy cruisers once more. +20 Dankus

Rolled 7, 17, 4, 12 = 40 (4d20)

>>30716

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cm1ToFBYku8

Rolled 4, 81 = 85 (2d100)

>>20987

Unknown horror rolls

1. Seize a crew member

2. Run away

Rolled 72, 93 = 165 (2d100)

>>30715

Name: Renate Richter

Origin Fluff: Born into a human democracy long banished from it's homeworld, Renate has managed to avoid the call of numerous criminal organizations and the progress-inhibited military that would see her relegated to a simple pilot. Instead, Renate signed up with one of the few legitimate salvage operations around, RSS, and managed to save up enough to purchase her own corvette after several large jobs provided healthy overtime bonuses.

Ship Name: Tritanium Sky

Ship Fluff: Salvaged from a massive field of wrecks by RSS, this corvette once fought for the ancient enemy of Renate's native faction. Originally fielded by the dozens to overwhelm foes, this relatively non-descript corvette boasts only a modest pair of weapons. With light armor and a shield protecting the vessel, there is a fair amount of cargo space to store goods or deploy engineering teams to salvage other vessels or aid them in repairs.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 22/25

Crew: 150 Salvager Scum

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug throwers (4d5) - Left weapon disabled (-2d5)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Self made women] - You are where you are on will alone, people respect that

Flaws: [Exile] - Your people don't have the nicest reputation

1. "Damage control teams, get the that port weapon back online! If they get the other one we're defenseless!"

[Repair slugthrower]

2. "Helm, engines to full and bring us around that that wreck and prepare for reverse flight. Gunners, fire at will!"

[Kill fighters, pull cool corvette maneuvers!]

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d5)

>>30722

>Guns Guns Guns!

>>30709

Health: 20/20

Bonus: [Master of Arms] - You are good with gun and light-blade, and adept at commanding men. +5 to combat and +10 to command rolls

Flaw: [Blowhard] - You can be seen as compensating for something, and when you fail, you breakdown crying, thus removing the aura of machismo you work so hard to uphold

Your in the ships command center, having just authorized the firing of what you think is the most powerful weapon in the known galaxy. All that's let is the mop up of the remaining enemy forces. Helmsmen Veer is bring the ship into the middle of the Enemy Swarm, and Tactician Y'vaok recommends you head to the point defense levels to oversee the firing of the smaller, faster cannons

Rolled 96, 19 = 115 (2d100)

-Name: Chet Mach Algernon

-Origin Fluff: Chet Mach Algernon is head of the Progenitor Capital's Ship's weapons systems and crew, acting as the present Master of Arms on the High Council of the ships' inhabitants. With an inflated ego and pure machismo, Chet is willing to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goals.

-Health: 20/20

-Bonus: [Master of Arms] - You are good with gun and light-blade, and adept at commanding men. +5 to combat and +10 to command rolls

-Flaw: [Blowhard] - You can be seen as compensating for something, and when you fail, you breakdown crying, thus removing the aura of machismo you work so hard to uphold

1. Head on down to the defense levels literally screaming the orders at my underlings, "PREPARE ALL WEAPONS TO FIRE ON ENEMY VESSELS, WE'RE EQUIPPED TO MOP THE FLOOR WITH THEM, SO NO EXCUSES FOR POOR PERFORMANCE!"

+Master of Arms (+10)

2. Man one of the smaller, faster cannons. No reason not to try taking out some of the enemy ships myself.

+Master of Arms (+5)

Rolled 51, 34, 45, 87 = 217 (4d100)

>>30725

>>30715

1/2. Allied Fleet actions [+10]

1. Mop up resistance

2. Recall and repair damaged fighters

3/4 Enemy Fleet actions

3. Fighter charge to delay enemy response

4. Cruisers falling back

Rolled 20, 66 = 86 (2d100)

>>30696

>Name: Captain Scruffirius Merk

>Origin Fluff:

Long story short, hot blooded crew, cold headed Captain.

>Ship Name: Tremor

>Ship Fluff:

Century old colony ship refit and resexified for new service.

>Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 550 Scuffiriuians Merchentmen

Weapon systems: Frontal Plasma Banks (1d22) Boarding Pods (1d6) 1-2, death, 3-4, success but injury, 5-6 Prime Insertion

Engines: 1 large engines

Armor and/or Shields: Heavy Armor: (1d10)

Bonuses: [Untold Secrets] - This ship is old, and has seen its fair share of wonders and the vast expanses of space. Who knows, maybe it has a few more secrets to tell

Flaw: [Connections] - Your noble upbringing means that people know your name, and respect it. At the same rate, some will hate you for it.

1. Silently the Tremor levitated, barely a hundred kilometers above the Giant that was Solitude as it slowly awoke, turning its face towards the Sun once more. Another day was dawning over the City in which Scruffirius' Father ruled like a King. With an expressionless face the young Captain looked down onto his Homeworld. He had read many stories of Explorers and Soldiers alike. Leaving home. Cutting all bonds. Always a tear wrenching ceremony. Beneath him the blue Colossus spun on. A pretty sight. Nothing more.

Calm handed Scruffirus flicked a few switches on his left, he had played this scenario through a great many times. With a Tremor his ship awoke to life. Where to? Space was endless. Quite possibly literally. Drawing up a chart Merk could not help but think that he should have taken care of this beforehand.

+ Check a Star Chart for Interesting Places to fly to

2. Once they had called this vessel the "Blacklight". A Colony Ship by name they had been little more than glorified mass transports, the illusions of exploring the exciting new frontier exploited to stack undesirable upon undesirable and cast them out into space. They had either found a planet to settle or they were never heard from again, either way the people at Home had gotten rid of them. Story had it a great many of them still silently drifted through space, never having been intended to reach their targets in the first place. Flying Mass Graves. A reminder of Darker Days.

The ship was old. Very old. While they had reworked the ship in a great many ways it still held its own secrets. Secrets Scruffirius intended to uncover.

+ Search the Ship for Spoopy Secrets

Rolled 51, 8 = 59 (2d100)

>>30695

>Name: Dr. Gabriela Lados

>Origin Fluff: A doctor of Chemistry and neuroscience, Dr. G. Lados has a warrant out for her arrest due to multiple cases of malpractice and human experimentation. She has bought passage on the ship Daredevil Squirrel, in an attempt to flee the system. Through subtle drugging and chemical experimentation she eventually took over the crew, bending their wills to hers. While she prefers to let them go about their business so long as it doesn't interfere with her work, she will take direct control if necessary.

>Ship Name: Daredevil Squirrel

>Ship Fluff: Originally a passenger/smuggling ship the crew of the daredevil Squirrel have been drugged and experimented on to increase their loyalty towards Dr. Lados. The ship itself has been modified to be able to outrun system security and run blockades if necessary, while there is little in the way of weaponry the Squirrel makes up for it with maneuverability and speed.

>Ship Type: Corvette

>Ship Health: 25/25

>Crew: 200

>Weapon systems: 1 Light Laser Gun (1d10)

>Engines: 6 light engines,

>Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

>Bonus: [This was a Triumph] - You've evaded capture, and now you have you're own ship. You're wily to say the least. +3 to all rolls

>Flaw: [Want you gone] - You're wanted by the feds, expect confrontation if you are found

1.2. it is time to place the finishing touches on this latest batch of neurotxoin, the next step will be, of course, weaponizing it against the federation, but for now just make sure it's properly distilled 4/6

Rolled 36, 16 = 52 (2d100)

>>30696

Name: Ashikaga Usatsuki

Origin Fluff: http://pastebin.com/9pbEjvN8 (embed) (embed) (embed) (embed)

Ship Name: SSS Solidium Lorenfka

Ship Fluff: Streamline, resilient, fast, the SSS Solidium Lorenfka was designed for quick penetration and boarding to match her owners style of melee combat. Definitely not designed for drawn out battles, just enough to get close.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 6/6

Crew: 16 Servants; 25 Pirates

Weapon systems: 1 Frontal Breaching Laser (1d30)

Engines: 6 Light Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Ass-Tier Armor: 1d2 damage mitigation

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 8 Servants; 50 Pirates

Weapon Systems: 1 Lazer Turret (1d8)

Engines: 3 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Light Armor: 1d6 damage mitigation

Upgrades: Enhanced Cargo Space

Bonuses:["Ass"ests] - Your little girly figure draws stupid young guys to you pretty easy, you have no trouble finding new men; +5 to recruitment rolls

Flaws:[Daddy's girl] - You can't do shit on your own, you prissy little girl, -5 to personal actions (I.E. Combat, exploration, persuasion)

1-2; Loot the battlefield more and look for any survivors

Rolled 83, 72 = 155 (2d100)

>Name: Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck

>Ship Name: Der Fliegende Deutschmann

>Ship Fluff:Legend has it,Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck was a grizzled space captain from the bygone age whence the first freighters roamed the void, he was a veteran who had battled the some of the first and famous pirates and brigands when they were small time. One day, at port, he was besmitten by a beautiful maiden, some say a space angel, a goddess in human form, others say a mortal woman, but he fell in love with her. He loved her dearly, and promised to return one day to marry her after he delivered his cargo.

>He delivered his cargo, and picked up another to return to her, and that would have been his final run. But the very day he tried to return, a nebula voidstorm descended upon his ship. The worst storm ever seen or will be since, he fought to sail his vessel through it and reach his beloved, and in a mad frustration he spat curses and blasphemies against all the gods in heaven and hell. As punishment for his insolence, the gods cursed him and his crew to wander the void through the storm, never to find port or rest, and to battle the cosmos for eternity.

>Twisted and cursed, Captain Dietrich Vanderdeck forever sails his ghost ship through the universe and the storm. Sailors claim to have seen the ill-fated ghost ship appearing in the midst of a Nubula Voidstorm, which is always followed by calamity, before vanishing mysteriously. Some say, he terrorizes the galaxy in revenge against the universe, a force of rage and wrath. Others say that he is driven forward by the light of the angel, forever guiding him home to a port he will never reach

>Type: Frigate

>Health:47/50

>Crew: 470 voidsmen

>Weapon systems: 2 Slug throwers (4d5)

>Engines: 4 Medium Engines

>Armor: Heavy Armor (1d10)

>Bonuses: [Aeons Have Passed] - You are as old as space travel and have a wealth of experience in the art of void warfare , +5 to combat rolls.

>Flaws: [What Should not be]

>Space Hulk

>{x} amount of the ships turrets, it has 12 main turrets that are as big as the cruiser themselves, they take 50 men to man each. The ship also has numerous point defense system, and these take up too 1500 men to man fully.

1. Stop spiraling into Jaundice!

2. Keep fighting the enemy. Shoot them with everything we got.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>30729

To see if I die

Rolled 50, 81 = 131 (2d100)

>>30626

Name: Jack Bluebird

Ship Name: Ol' Betty 2.0.

Ship Type: Frigates

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 400 Ex-mercs

Weapon systems:2 Pectoral Slug Throwers (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Shield (1d6) Light Armor (1d4)

Bonuses: [Armed Explorer] - You're used to violence and digging up shit, like a harrison ford character mixed with another harrison ford character. +5 to combat and exploration actions

Flaws: [War Criminal] - Its not really the case, but rumors get started and spread. Anyone sympathetic to the Adhaghast cause will have a -20 mood penalty to any rolls you make with them. Roll a 1d2 when making any deals, 1 is a sympathizer, 2 is not. And Curious automatically hates your guts.

1.2. Go to the local tavern and try to find rumors of new finds to track as well as developing situations so that I can avoid them.

>>30716

1. Your order your helmsman to cut power to the aft engines, while giving full power to your side and keel thrusters, propelling your craft in a rising tumble cleanly over the spinning pirate craft, which is trying to right itself in a move that is either brilliant, or insanely stupid. Still, once your maneuver is complete, you find yourself perched above a fleeing enemy cruiser, only to have a mass of fighter pop in between you and the enemy!

2. Unwilling to let these small fry get in the way of you and your prey, you have the men man the few point defense systems the Sour Diesel has, and once again put power to your alignment thrusters. As a spin approaching 75 rpms is met, you order all power to the forward engines, your craft surging forward into the mass of fighter, the amount of slugs being put out by your PD guns shredding a path through the mass of fighters, tunneling through to the other side and emerging on the aft of the fleeing cruiser. "Open firizzle my nizzles."

A resounding cannonade booms throughout your ship as the slug throwers fire point blank into the soft backside of the cruiser, its aft armor doing little to stop the massive slugs as they rip though its innards. The Cruiser continues on for several seconds, several large burning holes as new additions to the aesthetics of its hull, before drifting off and exploding spectacularly. "Dank" says the master of arms as he lights up a blunt.

>>30722

1. You dart into a nearby gas cloud, and have a team of men EVA to make spot repairs on the ammunition chain. They get it done, with a roll of sheet metal, some toothpicks, and a can of aerosol hairspray. Ensign Macgyver reports that the gun is working again.

>The other slug thrower is repaired

2. You quickly dart back out of the gas cloud, right on the aft of the enemy fighters. Flying backwards, you bring the craft into a position flying over-top of them, turn down, then rain hell. The enemy craft are destroyed!

>>30725

1. You head into the lower levels, this place is looking really nice now, you note; all the lights work, no holes in the floor. Its downright pretty. You burst into the fire control room in the bowels of the ship, screaming at the soldiers and crewman there "WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR, WE GOT A BATTLE TO FIGHT, MAN THE GUNS NOW. I WANT NOTHING BUT MONO-ATOMIC ASH IN THIS GRAVEYARD BEFORE YOU'RE DONE!"

At the sound of your cry, the men hop to place and start letting loose. The digital display showing the hundreds of small glowing shafts of light making lovely blossoms of fire where they hit the incoming enemy fighter force.

2. Wanting in on the fun, you hop on a fire console yourself, only to find that it is inoperable. This one must not have been fixed yet. Damn.

>>30729

1. Your men check the star charts, only to find to no shock at all, that the uncharted sector has no star charts. Not caring for that, you punch in some random coordinates and enter slipspace. You arrive over a world, glowing brightly. Must be a magma world, fresh in its formation. That doesn't explain all the burning ships though.

2. You head into the bowels of the ship, looking for items of note. You manage to find a very old data pad, with alien writing all over it.

Gain Item: Mysterious Data pad

>>30733

1/2. You prep the distillation apparatus and turn on the bunsen burners. This batch shall be lovely, oh yes. Oh yes, it shall work ' very ' ' nicely '

Gain WMD: [Neurotoxin A] - I am become death, destroyer of worlds

>>30752

1/2. You manage to find a few paltry items in the wreckage, a small stash of Eridian Gems, and a broken Lazar Array

Gain Item: [Eridian Gem - Small]

[Broken Lazar Array]

>>30825

1. "FIIIIIIIIXXXXX THIS YOU LANDLUBBBBBBERSSSSSSS!" You yell as your insides are jumbled about as your craft twirls faster and faster. Your helmsman cuts the engine power full stop and fires retros as max power in the opposite direction. Brutal, but efficient. The engine is still broke, however.

2. You do managed to land a cannonade onto an enemy figtherwing though, shredding them like bad fanfictions on a editor's desk.

>>30851

1/2. You head to the local pub. Rumors abound of a battle in deep space, and giant ships fighting with terrible weapons. You also hear of a Mustilied colony that was destroyed, along with the fleet orbiting it, which included a titan. Yikes. Something good pops up though. A merchant is looking for someone to head to a recently discovered Ice planet 7 lightyears from Haven, and they need a quiet ship to go in and get something, then get out.

>>31185

>>30726

The battle rages on, though it is not a battle now, merely a slaughter. Enemy fighters, without a berth to return to, charge with reckless abandon into the allied fleet. They are slaughtered in the hundreds as the Precursor Battleship charges into the swarm, its point defense lasers making a laser light show for all to watch. The Flying Dutchman, wounded but still in the fight, lets off flak burst, contributing its own part to the mop up. The wounded enemy cruisers fare no better, as they are run down by the Sour Diesel and the allied strike craft. The enemy fleet lies in tatters, almost entirely wreckage now, as the few remaining cruisers speed out of engagement range and warp out.

One thing is for sure, and passes through all the captains mind's. Whoever they were, they won't forget this.

>>30704

1. You set out to explore the surface of the verdant sphere, it is magnificent. The artificial sun glows brightly in the sky. Its going swimmingly when you happen to notice a hovering mechanoid watching you, a small light forming at the front of it.

2. The field research is hard, but profitable. You find that field is made of a hardlight substance. Amazing, simply Amazing.

Containment Field Research 3/10

>>30705

1. The beast charges your motely crew, only for them to respond with a barrage of laser and slug fire. It falls to the ground, bleeding from every pore. Wounded, it crawls away from you, whimpering softly.

2. "Sorry boss, the only thing this bay has is some solid doors."

>>30713

1/2. You alert the station and leave the berth, the few lizardmen clinging to your hull freezing as you go into hard vacuum. As you head towards a berth on the lower levels, you hear the soft plinking of the lizard men corpses breaking off from your hull. As you move into the new berth cleared for you, you notice that while this is a new berth, it is not better. Infact, this part of the station is a regular shithole. But hey, no one is shooting at you this time.

Rolled 11, 40 = 51 (2d100)

>>31187

Name: John Drakmiir

Origin Fluff: When the lords of Adaghast fell and their home system was destroyed, the remnants and survivors of the battle fled. John was a captain of one such survivor and fled his homeworld. Now he aad his crew are pirates and mercenaries, just trying to survive.

Ship Name: Freya

Ship Fluff: One of the few Huntress class frigates produced before the shipyards of Adaghast fell, Freya boast an extremely advanced fire control system slaved to a suite of very long range and heavy hitting weapons. Indeed Huntresses were designed to cripple smaller ships in the opening salvo and larger ships with massed fire. Since repairs and rearmament has become troublesome, Drakmiir has sold of the heavier hitting but fragile Plasma cannons for weaker but easier to maintain conventional weaponry like missile drone launchers and lasers.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 332 Adaghast refugees

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

1 Dorsal Laser Bank (1d20)

1 Dorsal Missile Silo (4d5)

Engines: 1 Medium Engine

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Basic Sheilds(1d6)

Bonuses: [ Fire Control Suite] - This baby don't miss, +5 to weapon rolls (excluding missiles)

Flaws: [One of a kind] - The rarity of this ship means that it is a bitch to repair

1. Continue to look for a paying job

2. Look up the pillagers of Adaghast who caught up to us and see where they came from, if there are more, and if we are still on their radar.

Rolled 39, 45 = 84 (2d100)

>>31187

Name: Bob Carter

Origin Fluff: Selected from among many aspiring scholars of the planet Museia to take command of the Corvette Fortuna with a mission; explore the vastness of space looking for treasure and knowledge. Often both of these are found in the Funeral Crafts that pocket parts of the galaxy where God Kings and Tyrant dynasties were rampant. These Funeral craft are sometimes vast constructions hidden in dense clouds of gas, moons, large asteroids that contain many artifacts, stories and gifts they were to take into the afterlife. The clues and hints of this sector being home to some very powerful such dynasties took Carter years to piece together and decipher from the many alien notes brought back to Museia.

Ship Name: Fortuna

Ship Fluff: Frigate Fortuna was built to house in the sacred factory city of Mausoleum where only the professors of military sciences are allowed. The selection process is long and often deadly as competitors are cut throat and ambitious as this process is the only way to progress from being a desk jockey their entire lives.

Ship Type: Frigate

Fortuna

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 500 Museians

Secondary Character: Field Captain

Weapon systems: 2 Mediolateral Laser Banks (1d20)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Select Few] - Your crew is that best of the best, +5 To research and exploration rolls

Flaws: [Scholars First] - -5 To combat rolls

Personal Comm Device

Tractor Beam Tech 3.6/10

"Mechanoids" Carter sneers

12 "GET DOWN!" Carter grabs the Field Captain and dives to the side and brings out his Personal Comm Device "Fortuna this is Captain Carter here we need emergency teleportation back to the ship we have encountered hostile mechanoid, I want it captured."

Rolled 65, 24 = 89 (2d100)

>>31187

Name: Mackaver J. Varis

Origin Fluff: Pirate, Scoundrel, Cheat, Gentleman. Captain Varis has been called all these and more. Former military captain of an old war in a far off sector he went rogue when the war ended. Known as a tactical genius to his crew and for having lost very few fights. After some unwanted run ins with the law and sector jumping he arrived in this backwater sector. Whether to explore or raid he does not know.

Ship Name: The Breakout

Ship Fluff: Stolen police vehicle, yay!

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 30/30

Crew: 28 various space pirates

+ Pilot - Ke'fka

Weapon systems: 2 Pintle-mounted Plasma casters (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields:

Basic Shields: (1d6)

Basic Armor: (1d6)

Bonuses: [The dreaded] - Yur very name instills fear in the hearts of merchants and the common folk

[Military Grade] - This is a government ship, which means not only is it tougher then other ships of it's class, but always has excess parts in surplus, and is very easy to upgrade

Flaws: [Wanted] - You just escaped prison, you are hunted again

1. Hunt down the creature, make sure it dies.

2. All the other crew should start gathering up the goods on the merchant's vessel and start bringing them over.

Ship Health: 65/65

Crew: N/A

Weapon systems: Ancient Mining Laser (1d25)

Precursor Missile systems (6d18)

Engines: 2 Q-thrusters (Medium)

Armor or Shields: Palatanium Composite Armor (1d12) Hardlight Shielding (1d10)

Bonuses: [For Eons I Have Wondered] - You come from beyond the rim, and in the space between starts you have seen wonders that sophonts cannot dream of, and horrors that dwell in the blackness between stars. + 5 To combat and exploration rolls, and you also know quite a bit about stuff (message me for info about shit you find)

[Robot, Heal Thyself] - You naturally repair damage to yourself when you have a store of ore, any ore. Gathering rare ore will even allow you to repair your logic circuits

Flaws: [Abominable Intelligence] - The creatures of this Galaxy fear advanced AI, so much that unless you're a real smooth talker, most will try to destroy you on sight.

[Hunted] - ?????

[Degrading Programming] - Dubs cause your knowledge matrices to corrupt and fail even more. Rolling any dubs increases this counter by one (Ex. 66, 44) , rolling quads will kill you (Ex. 66,66.)

You start off in a distant asteroid belt, the light of a dying star glowing dimly in the distance. You have traveled for years untold in the blackness of deep space, and finally you have found another system to explore.

Rolled 63, 35 + 5 = 103 (2d100)

>>31213

Name: R.E.E.D [Resource Extraction and Exploration Drone]

Origin Fluff: R.E.E.D is a simple AI drone sent out from a distant galaxy from a civilization that has long since fallen to ruin. R.E.E.D however continues his mission to extract resources and explore new worlds in his endless quest. R.E.E.D’s programming has long since started to fray causing it to evolve and replace sections giving it more and more free will, what it will do with it no one has ever asked as he drifts lonely through the void.

Ship Name: R.E.E.D #14456 is considered a Frigate class with heavy armor and weaponry to deter pilots, the frigate is equipped onboard mining and manufacturing facilities that take up most of the room. Allowing for his own repair and upgrade on site the original design is all but lost.

Ship Fluff: R.E.E.D #14456 is considered a Frigate class with heavy armor and weaponry to deter pilots, the frigate is equipped onboard mining and manufacturing facilities that take up most of the room. Allowing for his own repair and upgrade on site the original design is all but lost.

Ship Type: Frigate

Ship Health: 65/65

Crew: N/A

Weapon systems: Ancient Mining Laser (1d25)

Precursor Missile systems (6d18)

Engines: 2 Q-thrusters (Medium)

Armor or Shields: Palatanium Composite Armor (1d12) Hardlight Shielding (1d10)

Bonuses: [For Eons I Have Wondered] - You come from beyond the rim, and in the space between starts you have seen wonders that sophonts cannot dream of, and horrors that dwell in the blackness between stars. + 5 To combat and exploration rolls, and you also know quite a bit about stuff (message me for info about shit you find)

[Robot, Heal Thyself] - You naturally repair damage to yourself when you have a store of ore, any ore. Gathering rare ore will even allow you to repair your logic circuits

Flaws: [Abominable Intelligence] - The creatures of this Galaxy fear advanced AI, so much that unless you're a real smooth talker, most will try to destroy you on sight.

[Hunted] - ?????

[Degrading Programming] - Dubs cause your knowledge matrices to corrupt and fail even more. Rolling any dubs increases this counter by one (Ex. 66, 44) , rolling quads will kill you (Ex. 66,66.)

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1. Scan this local asteroid belt and star for minerals/anomalies.

2. Begin scanning localized area for minerals/anomalies

>>30725

The Ghost Captain apparates before one of the Yiddish, the one who manned the defenses against the enemy ship.

Here was a conundrum. The derelict ship was right here. But so were the Yiddish.

He had to speak to one.

Rolled 86, 28 = 114 (2d100)

>>31184

Name: Jack Bluebird

Ship Name: Ol' Betty 2.0.

Ship Type: Frigates

Ship Health: 50/50

Crew: 400 Ex-mercs

Weapon systems:2 Pectoral Slug Throwers (2d15)

Engines: 2 Medium Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Shield (1d6) Light Armor (1d4)

Bonuses: [Armed Explorer] - You're used to violence and digging up shit, like a harrison ford character mixed with another harrison ford character. +5 to combat and exploration actions

Flaws: [War Criminal] - Its not really the case, but rumors get started and spread. Anyone sympathetic to the Adhaghast cause will have a -20 mood penalty to any rolls you make with them. Roll a 1d2 when making any deals, 1 is a sympathizer, 2 is not. And Curious automatically hates your guts.

Contracts: Retrieval contract

1.2. Contract accepted. We set out now. The sooner we get this done the sooner we get paid and can buy some new shit.

>>30725

>>30716

>>30825

As her crew begins to inspect the damage to the ship and scour the scanners for any more enemy fighters, Captain Richter has her comms officer prepare to transmit on several of the more common hailing frequencies.

"Unknown vessels, Unknown vessels. This is Captain Richter of corvette Tritanium Sky. What the hell were those ships? My damage control teams say they can't even explain the damage we've taken from fighters."

>>31250

"This is Master of Arms, Algernon of the Yid High Council speaking, how may I assist?"

>>31338

"The ships' identity are unknown to us as well. The identity of our recent enemy is a mystery to the Yid."

>>31342

"We may have been allies in this battle just passed, but we will not hand our home over to suddenly overconfident pirates. If you are suggesting that you are prepared to fire on the Yid, I am authorized to fire upon you in defense. Is there any other business you have with my people?"

>>31343

"And I will not lose this ship! I've spent too many centuries searching only to be blasted away now.

Let me take this ship into the void, and I shall convince the Angel to grant ye a wish!"

>>31345

"Weapons are locked onto your ship and I am prepared to order fire. I repeat, The Yid's home is aboard this vessel and I have authorization to retaliate if necessary. It is not my place, nor any other member of the high council's, to endanger our give up our home, especially to the unreasonable demands of a pirate."

>>31347

You know, actually I just realized something.

Previously on the 4chan thread, I had engaged in melee Pteroid who was the Yid player. Since he dissapeared, that was never really resolved. I asked in the IRC if I should keep fighting, but was told not to keep fighting because he wasn't there to post.

>>7984

>>9282

>1/2. "Aye captain, the hulk be yours, but we're picking something up from the portside scanner! A swarm of contacts, cruiser class, unknown make and model!"

It was said IRC that the Yids were gone and confirmed their disappearance. This was at the point where I was fighting them in melee. I feel I wouldn't have been able to access the ship engines if they were just. . .still there. Propman was prevented from taking Zaarg's place as well.

I feel what has essentially happened was that over the course of a year of gameplay, the enemies that were confirmed vanished are now suddenly there again.

I think I'm not really able to come up with a satisfy resolution to this issue but I'd like to bring it up. In the very least I'd at least like to continue the melee fight that I had with the Yids previously, but I feel that after waiting a year for a prize I was fighting for only for a new player to come in and take the old one really feels bad.

Rolled 97, 46 = 143 (2d100)

Name: Renate Richter

Origin Fluff: Born into a human democracy long banished from it's homeworld, Renate has managed to avoid the call of numerous criminal organizations and the progress-inhibited military that would see her relegated to a simple pilot. Instead, Renate signed up with one of the few legitimate salvage operations around, RSS, and managed to save up enough to purchase her own corvette after several large jobs provided healthy overtime bonuses.

Ship Name: Tritanium Sky

Ship Fluff: Salvaged from a massive field of wrecks by RSS, this corvette once fought for the ancient enemy of Renate's native faction. Originally fielded by the dozens to overwhelm foes, this relatively non-descript corvette boasts only a modest pair of weapons. With light armor protecting the vessel, there is a fair amount of cargo space to store goods or deploy engineering teams to salvage other vessels or aid them in repairs.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 22/25

Crew: 150 Salvager Scum

Weapon systems: 2 Frontal Slug throwers (4d5)

Engines: 2 Light Engines

Armor and/or Shields: Basic Armor (1d6)

Bonuses: [Self made women] - You are where you are on will alone, people respect that

Flaws: [Exile] - Your people don't have the nicest reputation

1. Tritanium Sky moves at the edges of the massive Graveyard, searching for Cruiser-sized wrecks that could be reclaimed or provide valuable intact components.

[Search Graveyard for Cruisers/Cruiser components to salvage.]

2. Additional officers and crew monitor the sensors for Frigates and smaller craft.

[Same as above, but for Frigates and smaller craft]

>>18644

>>31348

And yes, I do see here that the Yids were confirmed to not have vanished. I was hoping to interact with them as an NPC at least.

But that still presents the same problem.

>>31350

This matter shall be decided by the dice gods.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>31355

Yid council decision

1). Work with interlopers

2). Get the fuck off of our ship

3.) Crimson's PC's call

Would fluff more but on phone in class

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>31356

Ttttttthats all folks

>>31356

"The council has decided to consider a mutual relationship with you, however this ship still does remain the home of the Yid. Explain to us your goal, and how it benefits the Yid, pirate."

>>31362

"And where IS this angel of yours? While the council agrees to work with you, the likelihood of such a being existing is pure lunacy. What is your actual plan?"

>>31363

"Follow the light. Though I travel the void and the depths of space, her location never changes. I can chart her direction and coordinates on your navigation system. I know now how far she is, but I know what direction she is and she never moves from her place."

>>31364

"What you are describing to me is a star. If you are suggesting I pilot my race's home into a star, you are insane. We will provide you safe travel to that area, but beyond that we will go no further unless our safety is ensured. This vessel will remain to the Yid as well. Is that clear?"

>>31365

"Stars do not shine throgh steel and shields. But I will accept your terms. Bring me to her, let me see her, and this vessel is yours."

>>31366

"This vessel already belongs to the Yid. I am awaiting your payment offer."

>>31367

"Bah, money. Well, I have sailed the void and done battle with many foes. I care little for the stuff, but any that I have or will have is yours."

>>31368

>>31367

"Ay yo boss nigga." Ty'neal let out a cloud of smoke as Snoop sat contemplatively at the helm. The cashed-out captain took a fully thirty seconds to tear his eyes away from the floating wreckage on the video-feed.

"What's happizzlin', cuz?"

"Them boys in the other ship're talkin' some diplomatic hizzash."

"What?"

"The other ships."

"What other ships is they?"

"Th' one we met 'n some other nigga who done popped in."

"Oh."

Snoop turned back to the twirling space debris and took a small puff of his joint before turning back and answering. "They ain't finna tryna take our lizzoot, is they?"

"I don't know, homie, I just came up t' give you th' intercom pad."

"Why ain't I had the pad yet?"

"Jerome had that shit."

"Why my mans got the intercom pad? Triflin' 'n shit."

"He orderin' that Thraxian pizza. He finna get the asteroid combo. No ham."

"He tight then… a'ight. Give that shit here."

Snoop took the gold-plated pad and stared at it for a minute, taking an inhuman rip of his joint before leaning in to talk.

"Now, I don't mizzle to interrizzle yo' negotizzle, but we done had ourselves an agreement, y'dig? I help blast that shit up. You give me some of yo treasure."

>>31383

"I dinnae have shite at the moment cap'n. Ye want treasure? Join us on our journey, there'll be more loot ta be had.

Scavenge some o' da dead enemies out thar too. That's how ye amass treasure anyway."

>>31384

"Now, you tryina implizzle I does shit f' free. Snoop ain't in the bizzle of doin' shizzle for frizzle, y'dig? My boys need they money if they finna get they purp.

"Hizzletoo, we gonna need to hizzash out an agreement."

>>31385

"Whatta ye want. I dinnae have shite."

>>31386

"Bling. Kush. Richizzles. Drank. The good shit, cuz… y'all niggas owe me 'n my crew somethin' fo' helpin' yo ass."

Rolled 30, 2 = 32 (2d100)

>>31187

Name: Snoop Dogg of Mars

Origin Fluff: Snoop knows nothing of his childhood. He isn't even sure he was born on or had anything to DO with the planet called Mars. All he knows is that he woke up one morning as a teenager, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, being urged to wake his ass up and get to work mopping his space station's floors. It was a dull life, but synthahol and THC inhalers helped the time pass. One day, Snoop found himself mopping the bathroom floor when he was approached by a rotund, pale alien– one that laid a leathery hand over his mouth and pressed a handful of credit chips into his grasp, along with the captain's pass for a ship. "You need this more than I do, child. Go to Eridnus. Leave here."

Snoop did just that. And after twenty years of trucking through space on adventures near and far, he has finally arrived, vibrosaber in hand and blunt in mouth.

Ship Name: The Sour Diesel

Ship Fluff: The Sour Diesel is a Cordozari corvette, the hull galvanized and armored to shine like gold. Many places, the more easily replaceable parts, are left untouched, the alien metal's light green hue visible. The viewports are hidden by a stealthscreen that portrays the windows as being clogged with opaque smoke, though the occupants can see outside just fine.

The Sour Diesel is built for speed and swiftness, not prolonged combat. Precision strikes and narrow getaways are its calling card. It does, however, have a state-of-the-art cargo bay. This bay is, at any given time, usually half-filled with THC products and synthahol to keep Snoop's crew chillaxing and maxing.

Ship Type: Corvette

Ship Health: 25/25

Crew: 400

Weapon systems: "Blunt" Slug throwers (4d20), "BRRRRRAP" Nega Volley Missile System (???)

Engines: 4 light engines, 20 GB's (Gravity Belts)

Armor and/or Shields: Dank armor (4d20)

Items: Some Cobalt/Iron Asteroids, Cheap Mining Laser

Bonuses: [Dankus] - You're chill man, so chill, that the ice fields of Thoth seem summery by comparison. This chill builds up over time, and allows you to become "enlightened" every once in a while. + 20 to every fourth roll (Stat is [Dankus] 2/4 for turn one, 4/4; Double rolls for one action only count as one roll. PM me for any questions regarding this.

Flaws:[Lazy fuck] - You smoke so much mang, so goddamn much, oh shit, what were you doing? Critfail threshold raised to 20, roll under it 4 times and you die.

1. "We finna be on th' phone with these cats for a while. So we oughtta make th' most of our time while we doin' that, y'dig?"

Salvage the wreckage floating through space for valuable materials and components.

2. "Crossizzle refrizzle that shit we done saw, nigga, that was some pokey ass busta ass shit. There bound t' be some shit in the galizzle wizzle web on that."

Try and figure out where the enemy fighters came from, and who they owed their allegiance to.

>>31389

Lazy Fuck Counter: Now 2

>>31388

"I'll house yer crew over fer a night at me ship and break out some thousand year old brew if ye want. That's the best I can offer."

>>31368

>>31388

"So what you mean to say is you have nothing to give, have nothing to earn, and wish for safe passage across the galaxy for something my crew and I don't know exists? The Yid want something that would ensure our survival, or perhaps good pay. Can you offer this?"

>>31393

"I'm the best navigator of the Void, and ye shall find none other to surpass me. That alone ensures the ability to flee any enemy who dare not follow."

>>31393

The Chief Navigator breaks the silence, a Yid by the name of L'grash.

"Master At Arms, we've uncovered something. The coordinates the "Ghost" speaks of, they match a set of coordinates in the ships ancient data banks. The Entity may be on to something….."

>>31395

"What's our travel time? Distance? What information do we have on that sector of space? What threats does it present to our people?"

>>31396

The data banks are almost shot, we don't know how long it will take, nor what the sector is composed of aside from a Single Neutron star and a single object, gas giant class supposedly. Given Time I could work a route there, and so far this our best option for finding out what this ship is and who owned it. Who knows, maybe we'll find more of them, enough to carve out a homeland for the Yiddite Race."

>>31397

"I suppose we call a vote for moving into the sector, but we will take a steady pace until a proper course is mapped out and we can ensure the safety of our people in doing such. The rest of the council should find this agreeable."