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Ravana Quest [Exalted/Aberrant]
- Thread starter Havocfett
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Just to try my hand at this.
Even while leading the CRAVATs on a merry chase through the Spire, Chandra still keeps an eye on the Mahout's tac display, and the Engine keeps him updated accordingly.
Threat analysis:
CRAVATs:
Status: Very numerous. Four flights targeting Mahout, one targeting Sipahi. Will likely continue attacks until destroyed or outrun.
Threat: Sipahi is highly maneuverable. Mahout is armored and shielded for ground attack. House Pratihara transports are large and well-shielded. CRAVAT weapons pose negligible threat to any friendlies unless massed. CRAVATs are very massed.
Recommended countermeasures: Mahout EW suite and Sipahi micromissiles can engage large numbers of targets at once. Mahout turret and Sipahi gravity cannon can engage small numbers of targets at once.
Ta-54s:
Status: Currently fleeing, but may attempt to attack transports if they get an opportunity.
Threat: Blasters pose moderate threat to all friendlies. Missiles pose significant threat to all friendlies.
Recommended countermeasures: Sipahi missiles and gravity cannon. Mahout particle lance is powerful and long-ranged, but slow-firing and mounted for ground attack. Use carefully. Mahout EW suite offers defense against missile locks.
Interdiction Corvette:
Status: Bridge destroyed. Still flightworthy, with jamming and drone control systems intact-
Chandra blinks as he notices the dot representing Ilana's fighter climbing towards the crippled warship.
Status: Destruction imminent.
Threat: Corvette is likely to fall in one piece, with only internal systems destroyed. All areas below are populated.
Recommended countermeasures: ...House Pratihara PR department.
EDIT: Punctuation fix.
Even while leading the CRAVATs on a merry chase through the Spire, Chandra still keeps an eye on the Mahout's tac display, and the Engine keeps him updated accordingly.
Threat analysis:
CRAVATs:
Status: Very numerous. Four flights targeting Mahout, one targeting Sipahi. Will likely continue attacks until destroyed or outrun.
Threat: Sipahi is highly maneuverable. Mahout is armored and shielded for ground attack. House Pratihara transports are large and well-shielded. CRAVAT weapons pose negligible threat to any friendlies unless massed. CRAVATs are very massed.
Recommended countermeasures: Mahout EW suite and Sipahi micromissiles can engage large numbers of targets at once. Mahout turret and Sipahi gravity cannon can engage small numbers of targets at once.
Ta-54s:
Status: Currently fleeing, but may attempt to attack transports if they get an opportunity.
Threat: Blasters pose moderate threat to all friendlies. Missiles pose significant threat to all friendlies.
Recommended countermeasures: Sipahi missiles and gravity cannon. Mahout particle lance is powerful and long-ranged, but slow-firing and mounted for ground attack. Use carefully. Mahout EW suite offers defense against missile locks.
Interdiction Corvette:
Status: Bridge destroyed. Still flightworthy, with jamming and drone control systems intact-
Chandra blinks as he notices the dot representing Ilana's fighter climbing towards the crippled warship.
Status: Destruction imminent.
Threat: Corvette is likely to fall in one piece, with only internal systems destroyed. All areas below are populated.
Recommended countermeasures: ...House Pratihara PR department.
EDIT: Punctuation fix.
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So much collateral damage.
On the other hand, the "Recommended countermeasures: ...House Pratihara PR department." bit made me laugh and laugh. The CRAVAT bits were good too.
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"Give me something else to work with dammit!"
Reccomended Alternatives: Plasma Torpedos.
Well'p, looks like we're going to have to blast that corvette totally apart before it falls and crushes tons of people down below.
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Aeronautics via Reinforced Pant-seats
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Aeronautics via Reinforced Pant-seats
Abhas snarls at the 'simplified Electronic Warfare system interface' again and fights down the urge to put his fist through the screen with every ounce of his beyond-natural strength. He is not a serious academic or scientist by any stretch, but he can plot his own FTL navigation, fix the hypertech engines of his racers, and dammit he is going to beat this stupid computer into submission one way or another!
He sits back and stares at the shifting, flowing parade of numbers and letters that makes up the center of the 'simplified' display. There didn't seem to be any pattern at all, but there had to be one. If he could find it, he could set his own EW suite to match and beat it. He just....had no damn clue how to start.
'Well, who else is going to do it, huh? Chandra? He and math get along about as well as Ravana and 'sobriety' did. Wait....' Abhas had once been beaten by him at some stupid numbers-and-patterns game at a bar after one of their races, despite Ravana being both tanked to the gills and tripping balls on some other recreational chemical he'd snorted as they entered the place. He'd said he just 'opened his mind, sat back, and let the pattern show itself to him, dude.' 'Seeing as I have no better idea...'
Abhas leans back and lets his gaze unfocus. The numbers and letters dance, changing randomly, swirling and...pinwheeling? Abhas froze his urge to squint. With his eyes unfocused, he can actually see the regular spiral waves of repeated numbers and letters marching around the display. There are two offset spiral arrays of repeating sets on the screen!
His hands fly over the control board, matching his own EW settings to the pattern he could now see. He locks in more and more pieces, each part making it easier to see the rest and the gaps. He stabbed a triumphant finger down on the 'EXECUTE' key, and his display lit up. The random-looking numbers and letters vanish, showing him the enemy's EW settings in cleartext now. He grinned and begins spoofing their sensors into complete chaos, randomizing their IFF signals, and filling their comm frequencies with white noise.
Abhas grins. 'And not a drop or gram of anything in me. Take that, Ravana!'
He still imagines he could hear the ghost of his rival/friend insisting that it was still more fun his way. He grins again, locked in his EW console, and brings the weapons in his turret online. Time for some more payback from those Chola bastards, a bit more directly this time.
Honestly, people these days have no style.
Current status: Flying through the spire at speeds that would make Ravana envious. Distracting enemy CRAVAT's. Being tailed by about...eighteen of the-
One of the CRAVAT's sputters a bit, before spinning out of control and crashing into the side of a building.
Correction: Being tailed by seventeen CRAVAT's. Note to self: Compliment Abhas.
Problem: Current speed untenable deeper in the spire. Deceleration untenable, would probably result in CRAVAT's catching. Further acceleration untenable, CRAVAT's would be unable to continue the chase.
Solution: Fly like a madman (Current status as madman: Negative. Ilana doesn't know what she's talking about).
Chandra pulls the Mahout above the spire's skyline, making sure that it was in full view of the CRAVAT's chasing him. For a tantalizing second he flies there, out in the open, taunting them, before diving back among the windows of the spire's skyscrapers. The Mahout bobs and weaves between buildings, taking sharp turns seemingly at random. For every altitude change he makes, every detour he takes, the CRAVAT's follow him. In a (totally original) move, he skims across the edge of a high-rise, baiting them into following, before pulling away right before colliding with a billboard. Only one of the CRAVAT's actually smash against it, but one was better than none.
Behind the yoke, Chandra smirks as his hindbrain supplies a new threat analysis.
CRAVATs:
Status: Very numerous. Three flights targeting Mahout-
Abhas lets out a great whoop, and one of the CRAVAT flights goes nuts. They shoot each other, fly into buildings, and emergency land on any available outcropping, and within a minute his pursuers are down from seventeen to twelve.
-Correction, two flights targetting Mahout, two targeting Sipahi. Will likely continue attacks until destroyed or outrun.
Threat: Sipahi is highly maneuverable. Mahout is armored and shielded for ground attack. House Pratihara transports are large and well-shielded. CRAVAT weapons pose negligible threat to any friendlies unless massed. CRAVATs are very massed.
Recommended countermeasures: Mahout EW suite and Sipahi micromissiles can engage large numbers of targets at once. Mahout turret and Sipahi gravity cannon can engage small numbers of targets at once.
Devaraja pings their comms. They've brought enough time, the civilians have boarded, their FTL jumps calculated. Now all they have to do is get the hell out.
Ta-54s:
Status: Currently in pursuit of Sipahi, but may attempt to attack transports if they get an opportunity.
Threat: Blasters pose moderate threat to all friendlies. Missiles pose significant threat to all friendlies.
Recommended countermeasures: Sipahi missiles and gravity cannon. Mahout particle lance is powerful and long-ranged, but inaccurate against fighter-scale targets. Use carefully. Mahout Blaster Cannons are viable. Mahout EW suite offers defense against missile locks.
Chandra pulls up. The Vantian sky opens up above him as blasterfire whizzes by the Mahout, but he ignores it, dodging and weaving around the very tops of the tallest skyscrapers outside of the Manse Compound as he watches the hangar bay open again.
Massive Pratihara ships, transports and repurposed cruise liners and yachts, pour out of the hangar and perform pre-calculated FTL jumps one after another. Abhas cheers from the back as they leave, unmolested by the rather distracted Chola forces.
Then Chandra's hindbrain interrupts again.
Interdiction Corvette:
Status: Bridge destroyed. Still flightworthy, with jamming and drone control systems intact-
Chandra blinks as he notices the dot representing Ilana's fighter climbing towards the crippled warship.
Status: Destruction imminent.
Threat: Corvette is likely to fall in one piece, with only internal systems destroyed. All areas below are populated.
Recommended countermeasures: ...House Pratihara PR department.
Ilana maintains her grip on the control yokes, and throws herself into an intentional spiralling spin which would tear a CRAVAT in half. Admittedly, that's not a very fair comparison, because there are lots of other things which could tear a CRAVAT in half, like "small arms fire" and "the pilot had too many beans for dinner last night", but it would also tear most other ships apart.
The accelerometer spikes up to 8g and warnings sound. She cuts the engines. She feels fine. No, she corrects herself, she feels great. Her nerves are on fire, and she can almost taste the anticipation. The hypertech which now exists within her, suffusing her entire body - that is her entire body if certain films are to be trusted which is kinda creepy when you think about it so she won't think about it - corrects for the forces on it. She only feels the strain of maybe 1g.
(Incidentally, she'll need to delay any nervous breakdown about her self-image and the fact that she might now be a formless thing of lunargent femtotech which just happens to now currently be shaped like the woman she used to be until after they're out of the current mess. She found the hole in her racer's cockpit, though. Something punched through her hull, through the pilot's seat, and... stopped. Did something shoot this thingness at her, or did it hunter-seek her out itself?)
Okay, maybe her mind is wandering a little at 8g, Ilana realizes. She should probably not spin out of control and crash. If she survived that, and she has a fair chance of doing so if films don't lie to her, Chandra would never let her live it down.
So annoying.
Then the Sipahi's engines fire again, a white-blue brilliant comet glare, and she shoots straight through the other craft on the bow-wave. She trails a supersonic boom behind her like a veil. The limping corvette is in her sights, and one of her fingers slides onto the firing button for the gravity cannon. She lines the sights up on the crippled bridge.
The afterburners fire and she speeds up. Blaster fire whips around her like blown sand on the wind, and tiny course adjustments are all she needs to evade.
She fires and fires again. The cherry-red gravity beam lances through the damaged shields and through the weakened bridge, down through the spine of the corvette. And she is past and the chain explosions are like music to her ears as she zooms off. The vessel lurches, its engines dying, and it all-but falls out of the air.
Her predatory grin flashes silver for a moment. Then she realizes that the vessel is falling straight down, intact, towards a civilian area.
"...Guys, we have a minor problem," says Ilana.
Pick One:
Respond to Emergency
[ ] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
[ ] Radio traffic control now that you're out of jamming range, but you can't delay here. (1.1x. Super easy escape. Dozens, if not hundreds, of innocent people will die.)
[ ] Write-In
Abhas snarls at the 'simplified Electronic Warfare system interface' again and fights down the urge to put his fist through the screen with every ounce of his beyond-natural strength. He is not a serious academic or scientist by any stretch, but he can plot his own FTL navigation, fix the hypertech engines of his racers, and dammit he is going to beat this stupid computer into submission one way or another!
He sits back and stares at the shifting, flowing parade of numbers and letters that makes up the center of the 'simplified' display. There didn't seem to be any pattern at all, but there had to be one. If he could find it, he could set his own EW suite to match and beat it. He just....had no damn clue how to start.
'Well, who else is going to do it, huh? Chandra? He and math get along about as well as Ravana and 'sobriety' did. Wait....' Abhas had once been beaten by him at some stupid numbers-and-patterns game at a bar after one of their races, despite Ravana being both tanked to the gills and tripping balls on some other recreational chemical he'd snorted as they entered the place. He'd said he just 'opened his mind, sat back, and let the pattern show itself to him, dude.' 'Seeing as I have no better idea...'
Abhas leans back and lets his gaze unfocus. The numbers and letters dance, changing randomly, swirling and...pinwheeling? Abhas froze his urge to squint. With his eyes unfocused, he can actually see the regular spiral waves of repeated numbers and letters marching around the display. There are two offset spiral arrays of repeating sets on the screen!
His hands fly over the control board, matching his own EW settings to the pattern he could now see. He locks in more and more pieces, each part making it easier to see the rest and the gaps. He stabbed a triumphant finger down on the 'EXECUTE' key, and his display lit up. The random-looking numbers and letters vanish, showing him the enemy's EW settings in cleartext now. He grinned and begins spoofing their sensors into complete chaos, randomizing their IFF signals, and filling their comm frequencies with white noise.
Abhas grins. 'And not a drop or gram of anything in me. Take that, Ravana!'
He still imagines he could hear the ghost of his rival/friend insisting that it was still more fun his way. He grins again, locked in his EW console, and brings the weapons in his turret online. Time for some more payback from those Chola bastards, a bit more directly this time.
*
Chandra weaves the Mahout between a residential apartment and an office building. He totally does not wince as a stray CRAVAT shot shatters a window in front of him. Wincing was for people who didn't have sunglasses that were totally awesome shut up.Honestly, people these days have no style.
Current status: Flying through the spire at speeds that would make Ravana envious. Distracting enemy CRAVAT's. Being tailed by about...eighteen of the-
One of the CRAVAT's sputters a bit, before spinning out of control and crashing into the side of a building.
Correction: Being tailed by seventeen CRAVAT's. Note to self: Compliment Abhas.
Problem: Current speed untenable deeper in the spire. Deceleration untenable, would probably result in CRAVAT's catching. Further acceleration untenable, CRAVAT's would be unable to continue the chase.
Solution: Fly like a madman (Current status as madman: Negative. Ilana doesn't know what she's talking about).
Chandra pulls the Mahout above the spire's skyline, making sure that it was in full view of the CRAVAT's chasing him. For a tantalizing second he flies there, out in the open, taunting them, before diving back among the windows of the spire's skyscrapers. The Mahout bobs and weaves between buildings, taking sharp turns seemingly at random. For every altitude change he makes, every detour he takes, the CRAVAT's follow him. In a (totally original) move, he skims across the edge of a high-rise, baiting them into following, before pulling away right before colliding with a billboard. Only one of the CRAVAT's actually smash against it, but one was better than none.
Behind the yoke, Chandra smirks as his hindbrain supplies a new threat analysis.
CRAVATs:
Status: Very numerous. Three flights targeting Mahout-
Abhas lets out a great whoop, and one of the CRAVAT flights goes nuts. They shoot each other, fly into buildings, and emergency land on any available outcropping, and within a minute his pursuers are down from seventeen to twelve.
-Correction, two flights targetting Mahout, two targeting Sipahi. Will likely continue attacks until destroyed or outrun.
Threat: Sipahi is highly maneuverable. Mahout is armored and shielded for ground attack. House Pratihara transports are large and well-shielded. CRAVAT weapons pose negligible threat to any friendlies unless massed. CRAVATs are very massed.
Recommended countermeasures: Mahout EW suite and Sipahi micromissiles can engage large numbers of targets at once. Mahout turret and Sipahi gravity cannon can engage small numbers of targets at once.
Devaraja pings their comms. They've brought enough time, the civilians have boarded, their FTL jumps calculated. Now all they have to do is get the hell out.
Ta-54s:
Status: Currently in pursuit of Sipahi, but may attempt to attack transports if they get an opportunity.
Threat: Blasters pose moderate threat to all friendlies. Missiles pose significant threat to all friendlies.
Recommended countermeasures: Sipahi missiles and gravity cannon. Mahout particle lance is powerful and long-ranged, but inaccurate against fighter-scale targets. Use carefully. Mahout Blaster Cannons are viable. Mahout EW suite offers defense against missile locks.
Chandra pulls up. The Vantian sky opens up above him as blasterfire whizzes by the Mahout, but he ignores it, dodging and weaving around the very tops of the tallest skyscrapers outside of the Manse Compound as he watches the hangar bay open again.
Massive Pratihara ships, transports and repurposed cruise liners and yachts, pour out of the hangar and perform pre-calculated FTL jumps one after another. Abhas cheers from the back as they leave, unmolested by the rather distracted Chola forces.
Then Chandra's hindbrain interrupts again.
Interdiction Corvette:
Status: Bridge destroyed. Still flightworthy, with jamming and drone control systems intact-
Chandra blinks as he notices the dot representing Ilana's fighter climbing towards the crippled warship.
Status: Destruction imminent.
Threat: Corvette is likely to fall in one piece, with only internal systems destroyed. All areas below are populated.
Recommended countermeasures: ...House Pratihara PR department.
Chandra turns towards the imminent clusterfuck and thumbs the comms to Abhas as Ilana makes her attack run.
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Ilana maintains her grip on the control yokes, and throws herself into an intentional spiralling spin which would tear a CRAVAT in half. Admittedly, that's not a very fair comparison, because there are lots of other things which could tear a CRAVAT in half, like "small arms fire" and "the pilot had too many beans for dinner last night", but it would also tear most other ships apart.
The accelerometer spikes up to 8g and warnings sound. She cuts the engines. She feels fine. No, she corrects herself, she feels great. Her nerves are on fire, and she can almost taste the anticipation. The hypertech which now exists within her, suffusing her entire body - that is her entire body if certain films are to be trusted which is kinda creepy when you think about it so she won't think about it - corrects for the forces on it. She only feels the strain of maybe 1g.
(Incidentally, she'll need to delay any nervous breakdown about her self-image and the fact that she might now be a formless thing of lunargent femtotech which just happens to now currently be shaped like the woman she used to be until after they're out of the current mess. She found the hole in her racer's cockpit, though. Something punched through her hull, through the pilot's seat, and... stopped. Did something shoot this thingness at her, or did it hunter-seek her out itself?)
Okay, maybe her mind is wandering a little at 8g, Ilana realizes. She should probably not spin out of control and crash. If she survived that, and she has a fair chance of doing so if films don't lie to her, Chandra would never let her live it down.
So annoying.
Then the Sipahi's engines fire again, a white-blue brilliant comet glare, and she shoots straight through the other craft on the bow-wave. She trails a supersonic boom behind her like a veil. The limping corvette is in her sights, and one of her fingers slides onto the firing button for the gravity cannon. She lines the sights up on the crippled bridge.
The afterburners fire and she speeds up. Blaster fire whips around her like blown sand on the wind, and tiny course adjustments are all she needs to evade.
She fires and fires again. The cherry-red gravity beam lances through the damaged shields and through the weakened bridge, down through the spine of the corvette. And she is past and the chain explosions are like music to her ears as she zooms off. The vessel lurches, its engines dying, and it all-but falls out of the air.
Her predatory grin flashes silver for a moment. Then she realizes that the vessel is falling straight down, intact, towards a civilian area.
"...Guys, we have a minor problem," says Ilana.
Pick One:
Respond to Emergency
[ ] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
[ ] Radio traffic control now that you're out of jamming range, but you can't delay here. (1.1x. Super easy escape. Dozens, if not hundreds, of innocent people will die.)
[ ] Write-In
It's only hundreds.
...
Nah, I'm not that heartless.
[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
Yeah, neither Illana nor Chandra seem like the sort of people who'd be fine with letting innocent people die like this.
Also, as Illana is using Terrifying Argent Witches rules, she'd likely become innately/intimately aware of the numbers and types of people she killed. Imagine her suddenly finding out that she has a child in her library of shapes and forms.
Yeah, neither Illana nor Chandra seem like the sort of people who'd be fine with letting innocent people die like this.
Also, as Illana is using Terrifying Argent Witches rules, she'd likely become innately/intimately aware of the numbers and types of people she killed. Imagine her suddenly finding out that she has a child in her library of shapes and forms.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Does going to the non-chase dogfight rules make it easier for the guys we're covering to escape, harder, or is it about the same?
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
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[X] Radio traffic control now that you're out of jamming range, but you can't delay here. (1.1x. Super easy escape. Dozens, if not hundreds, of innocent people will die.)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Harder, it's easier for people to focus fire (Instead of taking the dangerous Attack Maneuver), they're more lethal, their numbers count for more, and escaping via FTL jump requires a Miscellaneous Action where dudes can just wail on you.
They are, however, devoid of essence users.
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[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
Hmm. I wonder if Chandra can manage timestopping the falling Corvette for a while without horribly screwing something up.
It'd probably be ludicrously risky to try to pull off, in any case.
[x] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
It'd probably be ludicrously risky to try to pull off, in any case.
[x] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
Olive
Silent Princess
The only possible thing I can think of to do would be to ram it to break up the debris, but that seems probably more dangerous than slowing down, so:
[x] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
[x] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
Also, tsuuuuuuundere.
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
your ship takes lethal damage equal to your hazard once everyone has finished the leg. You can get a threat assessment, I will write one in the morning.
you can stop an object sized chunk but not the whole thing. However, freezing a massive chunk will do quite a bit of damage as it becomes immobile and motionless while the rest of the ship does not.
Feel free to get creative with that info.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
Ilana especially is not going to let innocents get crushed by a falling ship that she was responsible for shooting down. If she was that kind of person, she wouldn't have bothered calling the others to point out that it was falling. She'd have just flown on.
That having been said, a write-in that prevents us from dropping to Non-Chase Rules would be preferable. I'll see if I can think of anything....hmm...the Mahout's particle lance?
Ilana especially is not going to let innocents get crushed by a falling ship that she was responsible for shooting down. If she was that kind of person, she wouldn't have bothered calling the others to point out that it was falling. She'd have just flown on.
That having been said, a write-in that prevents us from dropping to Non-Chase Rules would be preferable. I'll see if I can think of anything....hmm...the Mahout's particle lance?
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)
ckk185
Crazy Bunny Girl Scientist
- Location
- Port city
I forget. What kind of missiles is the Siphi packing? Because if we are planning a quick escape, using all of our small missiles to target all the nice weak points on the corvette with a barrage of missiles to shatter it is possible with some charm haxx.
There's a listing here, but I'm not seeing any advantage in fudging a use of the various other missiles Ilana's carrying rather than using the dedicated shipkiller.
We're more likely to need the other weapons later.
Edit: For a listing of what those various missiles do, look here.
The only other weapons loaded likely to be effective versus a crippled corvette are the Gada rockets, famed for their collateral damage. Probably not an appropriate choice, at the moment.
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ckk185
Crazy Bunny Girl Scientist
- Location
- Port city
Okay, next question.
This corvette we are shooting at, are there any ammo storages and munitions bays, we can hit? What's the reactor running off? Is there anything that will fail catastrophically when struck by explosives?
Do we have some kind of exalted bullshit magic that we can use to target those with missiles
The particle lance reads to me as something you'd use for sniping tanks, freighters, squads in the open and the like. It might be able to pierce the corvette's hull, but I doubt it'd do much in the way of structural damage. Of course, I could be wrong.
Also, given that the corvette was suffering from internal chain explosions in the last chapter, it's likely that most of the stuff that could blow up already did. On the other hand, if the reactor is still live, Chandra would probably be able to tell. Ammo bays probably wouldn't amount to much, since the corvette's payload consisted mostly of computers and antennas.
Barring Exalted/Nova bullshit, going with the plasma torpedo seems to be the best bet.
[x] Blast that Corvette debris apart! A lot of people are going to die if you don't. (1.3x Uses a Plasma Torpedo, slows you down, boots you to Non-Chase Dogfight Rules as you try to escape.)