HOMEWORLD: The Sword of Caaliburnous (She-Ra/Homeworld crossover)

CHARACTER SHEET
NAME
Lieutenant Ajora Eytapea
PEOPLE
Taiidani
POSITIVE TRAIT
Tough: Once per combat, if taken out, she survives just fine without problems.
NEGATIVE TRAIT
Hunted: Ajora lives a dangerous life - all encounters are at +1 danger.

SKILLS

SKILL​
LEVEL​
MANIFOLD​
Close Combat
2​
(Brawling), Blunt, (Edged), Polearm, Flexible
Guns
2​
(Pistols & SMGs), Shotgun, Assault Rifle, Sniper Rifles, (Vehicular Weapons)
Personal
2​
(Awareness), (Athletics), Finesse, Stealth, Endurance
Social
1​
Charm, Bluff, Empathy, (Leadership), Taunt
Tech
0​
Construction, Tinkering, Repair, Computers, Sabotage
Taiidani Noble (Background)
1​
Courtly Relations, (Imperial Law), Intrigue, Noble House Ciphers, Noble House Contacts
Imperial Pilot (Background)
2​
Fellow Pilots, (Fighter Identification), Fighter Specifications, Imperial Navy Regulations, (Tactics)

THEMES

Bold Leader: Ajora leads from the front, with heart and passion. She will never back down from risks, and inspires great loyalty in her troops.

Warrior for Justice: Ajora won't allow injustice to go unpunished or unremarked on. When needed, she'll fight for what is right.

Religious Figure: Ajora is rumored to be the Sajuuk-Ra, a figure of prophetic legend among the Kushan and others. What could this mean...
GEAR

The Sword
Adds: +1 | Speed: Fast | Range: 0-1 | Base Damage: 1
Lord of War: Both adds and base damage improve as your Close Combat Skill improves.​
TI-90 Recoilless Pistol
Adds: +0 | Speed: Medium | Range: 1-6+ | Base Damage: 1
Dance, Fucker, Dance: Gain 1 heat before resolving an attack to apply the Off Balance oomph to an enemy as a free action.​
Vac-Suit: Allows survival in space.

VEHICLE

Blade class Heavy Interceptor
RU Cost: 26 | RU Cost to refuel: 3
Hull: +6, contains six slots (uses five)
Cockpit: A cockpit containing the pilot and life support system
Main Fusion Drive: +21 Realspace Speed Scale
Armor Cladding: +15 Armor Cladding
NM-98 Twin-Linked Mass Driver: Twin rapid fire mass drivers slaved into a single burst.
Adds: +1 | Range: 1-12 | Speed: Medium | Base Damage (AOE): 7 (None)
Frangible Rounds: may optionally double target's armor to double base damage.
Armor Piercing: Ignore 7 armor
Targeting Scanners: +6 to scan at ranges 1-6

Damage Silhouette (damage/destroyed)
Hull: 6/12 | Cockpit: 0/1 | Drive: 11/21 | Cladding: 8/15 | Mass Driver: 3/6 | Targeting Scanner: 3/6

Penalties
Fuel Requirement: (-10x2): it's a gas guzzling fighter, obviously​
Environmental Limiting (-6x1): it cannot fly in atmosphere​
Weak Points (-15x1): If the enemy manages to get 5 "weak point" oomphs, they can ignore the armor cladding.​

RELATIONSHIPS

Bowdora is...

OBLIVIOUS
Adora can take heat from Bow at a 2 to 1 ratio as a free action (this is a net heat loss.) Bow gets +1/2 of Adora's skill when she and he cooperates.

Glimdora is...

SMITTEN!
When fighting side by side, you can EITHER: "If one of you takes a hit in combat, the other can take one action before the NPCs do" OR "negate someone's heat source in combat by physically intervening", but not both. You choose before battle.
NAME
Lieutenant Kaja
PEOPLE
Taiidani
POSITIVE TRAIT
Shapeshifter: Kaja may 3 heat to alter her physical form to be between cat sized and human sized.
NEGATIVE TRAIT
Medically Dependent: Kaja requires constant Bentui crafted medical injections (5 RU per month.) If she misses it, her heat cap is reduced by 1, per session you miss out until you hit 0 Heat and are Taken out.

SKILLS

SKILL​
LEVEL​
MANIFOLD​
Close Combat
2​
(Brawling), Blunt, Edged, Polearm, (Flexible)
Guns
2​
(Pistols & SMGs), Shotgun, Assault Rifle, Sniper Rifles, (Vehicular Weapons)
Personal
2​
Awareness, Athletics, (Finesse), (Stealth), Endurance
Social
1​
Charm, (Bluff), Empathy, Leadership, Taunt
Tech
0​
Construction, Tinkering, Repair, Computers, Sabotage
Facedancer (Background)
2​
Impersonation, Formsculpting, Deep Contacts, (Dirty Tricks), (Dark Secrets)
Imperial Pilot (Background)
1​
Fellow Pilots, Fighter Identification, Fighter Specifications, Imperial Navy Regulations, (Tactics)

THEMES

Genius Commander: Kaja, despite her social status as a mutie, might be the most skilled tactician and strategist in the Taiidani Empire. Now, try and convince them of that.

A catgirl in disguise: Kaja has an ideal form she can never truly use in her life - but thanks to her being a facedancer, she can still tap into it from time to time.

Cynic looking for love: She won't admit it, but she feels deeply, loves harder...and hurts most of all.
GEAR

Claws
Adds: +0 | Speed: Medium | Range: 0-1 | Base Damage: 2
Buff or Whippy: Base Damage is equal to Athletics or Finesse.​
TI-90 Recoilless Pistol
Adds: +0 | Speed: Medium | Range: 1-6+ | Base Damage: 1
Dance, Fucker, Dance: Gain 1 heat before resolving an attack to apply the Off Balance oomph to an enemy as a free action.​
Vac-Suit: Allows survival in space.

VEHICLE

Triikdor class Space Superiority Fighter
RU Cost: 26 | RU Cost to refuel: 3
Hull: Size: +6, contains six slots (five are used)
Cockpit: A cockpit, containing the pilot and life support system.
Main Fusion Drive: +28 Realspace Speed Scale
Armor Cladding: +10 armor scale
TI-0101 Mass Driver Cannon: A high powered, heavily offset coaxial mass driver cannon.
Adds: -1 | Range: 11-16 | Speed: Fast | Base Damage (AOE): 7 (None)
Suppression!: Can apply one off balance and pinned oomphs even on a miss.​
Armor Piercing Ammo: Ignores 7 armor.​
Targeting Scanners: +10 to scan at ranges 1-6

Damage Silhouette (damaged/destroyed)
Hull: 6/12 | Cockpit: 0/1 | Drive: 14/28 | Cladding: 5/10 | Mass Driver: 3/6 | Targeting Scanner: 5/10

Current Damage
None

Penalties
Fuel Requirement (-10x2): burns through more fuel than anyone likes to admit.​
Skill Penalty (-10x2): Whenever sudden, erratic turning is required, the heavily offset main gun can produce wild instabilities that can make piloting extremely difficult.​
 
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Thank the Throne the emperors before, thats a much more preferable option to picking a literal fight we'll most definitely lose.

[X] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess (Leadership check Diff 10 - you will fail because 13 heat is so overheated that you'll instantly die, but at least your heat will be reset.)
 
Ok I'm confused. What just happened? There was a bunch of talking about hyperspace, and then we're attacking a planet?
 
Ok I'm confused. What just happened? There was a bunch of talking about hyperspace, and then we're attacking a planet?
OOC The Kushan were an empire that the Taiidani beat and exiled out to the middle of nowhere, their exile was predicated on them never redeveloping hyperspace tech and inevitably dying on a backwater hellhole called Kharak, now that they've made the mothership they are breaking the treaty and the punishment is having the imperial 9th fleet burn their world and everyone on it using ADW's. Bad new bears is this is genocide as punishment for a treaty that's somewhere in the ballpark of 3000 years old.
 
Ok I'm confused. What just happened? There was a bunch of talking about hyperspace, and then we're attacking a planet?

This probably is a bit harder to parse without the context of the Homeworld games but -

- what Ajora is belatedly realizing is that this mission was not a routine patrol to the outer rim; this was an extermination fleet right from the start. In ancient times the Taiidan were attacked and their homeworld bombarded by an imperial power called the Kushan; but they rallied, defeated the Kushan, and sent them into exile. Part of their exile is that they would never return to hyperdrive technology again; but thousands and thousands of years later, now completely unaware of their entire past, the exiled Kushan have developed that technology and begun a search for their forgotten homeworld. But the Taiidan remember, and they have sealed files on what to do if the treaty is ever violated.

It's not clear if they knew for sure that the fleet would be engaging in said planetary genocide, or simply suspected the possibility, but either way, the fleet has arrived, they've confirmed the treaty has been violated, and now they're going to do what their orders say.
 
OOC The Kushan were an empire that the Taiidani beat and exiled out to the middle of nowhere, their exile was predicated on them never redeveloping hyperspace tech and inevitably dying on a backwater hellhole called Kharak, now that they've made the mothership they are breaking the treaty and the punishment is having the imperial 9th fleet burn their world and everyone on it using ADW's. Bad new bears is this is genocide as punishment for a treaty that's somewhere in the ballpark of 3000 years old.
It's also a hail Mary attempt by emperor crazy pants to keep power but in canon causes a Rebellion.
 
And they somehow built a moon ship with ftl, and nobody notices despite this place being known?

Yeah there's fish here.

[X] Draw your sword (begin combat - this will also likely end poorly, but at least they'll have a harder time ignoring your displeasure.)
 
And they somehow built a moon ship with ftl, and nobody notices despite this place being known?
Just because it was known doesn't mean it was frequently visited. The exile happened thousand of years ago, and Kharak is in the middle of nowhere, as well as defended by a bunch of decaying automated system intend at stopping anyone from interfering.

No one cared anymore about the Hiigarans.
 
On the other hand, Homeworld kinda relied on the suprise to be most effective, so not knowing what's going on makes sense.
 
Just because it was known doesn't mean it was frequently visited. The exile happened thousand of years ago, and Kharak is in the middle of nowhere, as well as defended by a bunch of decaying automated system intend at stopping anyone from interfering.

No one cared anymore about the Hiigarans.
Precisely, until our mother and/or the emporer decided to be shitty. So instead of sending an envoy, a warning, or a reminder we get this clusterfuck of an op. This treaty was clearly not being upheld on either side, so this isn't legit enforcement, this is just terrorism.
 
[X] Suggest to the captain that they order the Hiigaran Exiles to surrender their ship capable of hyperspace travel or be considered in violation of the treaty, instead of attacking without warning. (Leadership)

This is the best I can come up with for now. I feel like their might be something that uses our ability in Imperial Law to tie the captains hands that might be better but I can't think of it right now.
 
This is the best I can come up with for now. I feel like their might be something that uses our ability in Imperial Law to tie the captains hands that might be better but I can't think of it right now.

Ajora doesn't have the context to understand fully what's going on, doesn't have the time to think of something that would actually work if anything would - which is almost certainly not the case. The emperor has decreed that Kharak must must burn; we are not in command, we are at best a human political token and at worst a human shield meant to be thrown under the bus if/when the Galactic Council finds out about this.
 
[X] Suggest to the captain that they order the Hiigaran Exiles to surrender their ship capable of hyperspace travel or be considered in violation of the treaty, instead of attacking without warning. (Leadership)
 
Me and the lads turn the camera around upon returning from our brief hyperspace test run.

(Why did Adagio for Strings suddenly start playin-OH GOD)
i wasn't even 10 when i played homeworld for the first time. my 8/9 year old brain couldn't even process what the frick was happening in mission three, I lost a cryo tray before my brain rebooted and I plowed my interceptors right into the assault frigates just to buy time to figure out what was happening and what to do.
 
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Seems v hard to stop the ADWs from being deployed. Here are some ideas:

1. Kill or incapacitate enough of the bridge crew that we can take command at least temporarily (seems unlikely to work). We could then direct the ADWs to be fired early and off-target on the pretext that Galactic Council observers are going to arrive soon. Our ruse will be discovered soon, but we might get most of the ADWs fired early.
2. We protest on the bridge, then escape when they try to send us to the brig. We could then warn the Hiigarians and direct them to the ADW-carrying ships. We might be able to persuade the Turanii to help.

I think 2 is more likely to work. Assuming we don't have a cool enough head/don't believe that the fleet will really just do a bunch of genocide, this is the best I think we can do:

[X] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess (Leadership check Diff 10 - you will fail because 13 heat is so overheated that you'll instantly die, but at least your heat will be reset.)

Then we try and escape to somewhere we can send messages after.
 
[x] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess

We can stab them when they inevitably refuse. Either way we end up in the brig where the Hiigarans won't immediately murder us for being a Taiidan genocidaire.
 
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[X] [Write In] All jump capable Taiidani Warships have an emergency cut off for the hyper drive. Mash that button. Best case scenario, some or all of the fleet aborts transit. Worst case scenario, the fleet jumps without a flag ship. Giving whoever is on the business end of the fleet a slim chance.
 
[X] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess (Leadership check Diff 10 - you will fail because 13 heat is so overheated that you'll instantly die, but at least your heat will be reset.)
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Aug 18, 2022 at 11:38 AM, finished with 27 posts and 11 votes.
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    [X] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess (Leadership check Diff 10 - you will fail because 13 heat is so overheated that you'll instantly die, but at least your heat will be reset.)
    [X] Draw your sword (begin combat - this will also likely end poorly, but at least they'll have a harder time ignoring your displeasure.)
    [X] Suggest to the captain that they order the Hiigaran Exiles to surrender their ship capable of hyperspace travel or be considered in violation of the treaty, instead of attacking without warning. (Leadership)
    [x] Attempt to order the fleet to stop this madness, leveraging your position as a Princess
    [X] [Write In] All jump capable Taiidani Warships have an emergency cut off for the hyper drive. Mash that button. Best case scenario, some or all of the fleet aborts transit. Worst case scenario, the fleet jumps without a flag ship. Giving whoever is on the business end of the fleet a slim chance.


Good news, you have failed. But that does reset Heat for future adventures!
 
CHAPTER ONE: Insubordination (0.6)
The first flights of strike craft and attack bombers were already streaking through space. The dull orange tracer-lines of kinetic impactors whipped through the void and the pinprick flash of their impacts in the void above the desert planet made it clear that they were finding people - ending people. Civilian ships or military, Ajora didn't know. She shook her head. "No, I won't," she said, quietly enough that it was almost missed.

Almost.

Commodore Hajiak wheeled to face her, growling. "What did you say?"

"This is insane, sir. It's against the Galactic Conventions, and-"

"The Galactic Conventions?" Hajiak's bark of laugh was almost hysterical - it was as if the whole bridge had caught a kind of madness. The battle had started. The soft voices of the radio techs and flight ops personnel were edged with tension that came only from knowing they were taking a step that couldn't be taken back. "We're in the galactic rim, Princess. And we're facing the very people that enslaved us."

"Five thousand years ago? In some old history book?" Ajora said. "No, this is insane. I won't do it, I won't sign off on this order." She stepped past him, then, frantic. "Send out the recall order, we're-"

"Princess, this is not your ship nor your command." The Commodore's voice was tight. "Be quiet."

"This is an illegal operation," Ajora shouted over him. "That planet has millions of people on it - they'll all die if you-"

"Lieutenant!" Hajiak's voice had not risen in volume, nor even changed in pitch. And yet, somehow, it struck like a sledgehammer. Then Ajora realized that he wasn't speaking to her. "Eytapea is to be confined to...to the...the brig. Immediately."

The whole bridge froze. Even the chatter from the combat squadrons seemed distant and muted.

Two men stepped forward, both in the uniform of ship security. One grabbed onto Ajora's left arm and she froze, looking at the bridge crew. Most of them were looking back at her. Then, one by one, they went back to their consoles. None of them spoke up. None of them listened to her. They had their orders. Ajora felt as if she had been hollowed out from the inside.

The two security men escorted her through the doors.

They muttered to one another as they walked her along. "...can we put a Princess in the brig?"

"Yeah, sure," the other said. Ajora tried to muster up some plan, some anger, something she could do. But everything she was thinking of ran up against the looks on the bridge crew's faces, and the quiet voices of the pilots doing their jobs out there. Was this all that they were?

"The brig footage goes straight to Eyes."

"Shit."

Ajora barely registered the nickname for the Imperial Astronomic Survey Service - everyone knew that her mother ran the imperial spy network, it just had a fancy name.

"Wait, the Telkar has busted up brig cams. Shove her in there."

Ajora's brain ticked over as they came to the airlock and some primal part of her decided: Who cares if you lose. You have to try.

She growled, kicked, swore, and struggled all the way through the docking umbilical and onto the Taiidani frigate, Telkar.

They needed shock sticks to get her in.

***
Three paces forward. Three paces back. Three paces forward. The brig cell in the Telkar was just barely that big. Ajora felt like every time she stepped forward, she was chewing up a little bit more of the oxygen in the room. She tried to figure out what it was that was going on the ship through the noises. It was a frustratingly vague picture. She had heard repair and refit sounds - the whirring and thumping of engineers on the outer hull, some close enough that she could hear their muffled bootsteps through her floor. She had heard the rumble of the main fusion torch going on and the ship maneuvering out of the carrier's docking bay for rapid frigate repair.

Then?

Then she had heard the low whine of turrets moving in their housing.

And then...

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk thunk.

Thunk.


She had never served on a frigate with capital class guns before - carriers tended to not carry large turrets, as they had to give over almost all their space for resource processing, fabrication, cryogenics...

But it didn't take her long to realize they were doing some sustained firing. Not the fast, combat rate that some frigates boasted of, that burst magnetic rails and overheated components, but the steady, constant patter of a saturation bombardment. What the hell were they even shooting?

Pace. Pace. Pace.

She could have drawn her sword. She could have at least killed Hajiak, the prick.

Pace. Pace. Pace.

Five thousand years. The Empire had a long memory - there was still solemn remembrance day celebrations for the burning of Old Tai. But...no one really hated anymore. How could they? It was religious tradition and cultural. The most orthodox of her people fasted, but for the majority of the Empire, remembering the burning of Old Tai was an excuse to get off work a few hours early, or to enjoy a feast day in the evening, when the fast was supposed to end. How could anyone carry hate forward that long, to burn an entire world of...of strangers? There was no way that they were the Hiigarans of old, not anymore.

Were they?

Pace. Pace. Pace.

The gunfire hadn't slowed. How long had she been in here, listening to it? Five minuets? Five hours? Five-

The gunfire stopped.

Ajora wondered how sick she should be feeling. Her hands slid along her flight uniform - they had taken her wrist computer and her sword and her identification. She was left with just what she was wearing.

A new sound hammered into her ears. It sounded like rain, if the rain was sledgehammers. It started to her left, whipped past the cell, and ended distant and booming near what had to be the engine. The guns started up again then, with a low whirring grinding noise coming with it - the sound of the turrets moving in their housings. The ship shuddered and she felt the pop pop pop of the RCS thrusters kicking on and off in stuttering patterns. Then more rain - more hammers.

We're under attack, she realized, her stomach lurching as-

The ship heeled hard left.

Ajora slammed into the door with a yelp. She hit the deck and groaned as she felt the groaning and shuddering of the main fusion torch. They were trying to maneuver, and maneuver hard. Were they running-

The ship heeled hard right now. She skidded along the floor and fetched her head against the wall with a clunk. Ajora saw white and started to cruse. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Emperor's before's balls!" She clutched her hands to her head, gritting her teeth hard as she curled up and then tried to wedge herself under the bed. The next lurch was more gentle - but it was quite noticeable. The fusion torch's straining grew more pronounced and she felt it vibrating through the floor. Then...

Quiet.

Long, waiting quiet. Ajora uncurled only hesitantly, her head still throbbing as she looked around the cell. She walked to the door and hammered on it. "Hey! Hey!" She said.

Nothing.

A groaning creak filled the ship, the superstructure stressing. Rumbles. Thumping sounds. A muffled voice over the public announcement systems - his voice too distant for her to hear. The cameras were out in the brig, it seemed the speakers were out too. She wasn't sure she would have liked the command staff of the Telkar. Ajora slapped her palm on the brig's door and shouted through it again - but still, nothing. SHe sat back, then laid down on the bed. Faintly, she could hear rattling, more thumping...

Her head hurt.

She was tired.

She was hungry.

She closed her eyes.

Somehow, Princess Ajora Eytapea managed to sleep through her ship being boarded.

***​

Ajora woke, muzzily, to the sound of hissing and sputtering. Fear immediately grabbed her. Fire aboard ship was bad. She jerked up, scrambling for a fire extinguisher. But there was both none in the room and, moreover, she wasn't in her room. Memories flooded back to her as she pressed her back to the wall of the brig and isolated the smell of burning: A bright pinprick of light, working its way along the doorway. Ajora's eyes widened.

The door slowly, grindingly, fell inwards with a CRASH.

Beyond it stood three people. They weren't Taiidani, but they were still people. They were clad in uniforms - simple blue and gray uniforms for two of them, a red and black one for the other - with bright patches on their sleeves, each with a different symbol. The girl was short, dusky skinned, dyed hair, and curvier than most people that Ajora had seen in the space service. Her patch looked a little bit like a technological beetle, with six angular limbs ending in small circles branching away from a central carapace. The person holding the plasma cutter that had sliced through the door had a welding mask on, thick coveralls over their uniform, and curved jar insignia, containing a small star. The third was a boy, tall, very dark skinned, with an athletic build and what looked like a recoilless rifle held in his hands. He had the red uniform, and his shoulder patch was a kind of inverted, quasi-dagger shape.

Ajora blinked.

"...I thought the ship was clear," the boy said.

"It was clear!" the girl with dyed pink hair exclaimed.

"What are you doing in this brig?" the - girl, as it turned out - with the mask asked, flipping her mask up. She stood and walked forward, getting into the small brig cell without concern. "Hmm, alien uniform, alien ethnic features..." She nodded. "She's an alien."

"Taiidani," the pink haired girl growled - and the boy snapped the rifle up to aim at Ajora's chest.

Ajora threw up her hands.

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CURRENT HEAT: 0/6

[ ] Explain everything that happened as fast as you can (diff 6 charm check)
[ ] Stick to normal prisoner routines - name, rank, serial number, hope that...they're...in an interrogating mood (diff 1 charm check)
[ ] Write In
 
[X] Explain everything that happened as fast as you can (diff 6 charm check)

Might max out our heat buuut getting in glimmer bow and hopefully best princess good side is good. ( entrapta I mean)
 
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