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Hey, I was smart enough to neutralize my Protonium with an equal number of Electrons!
Titan of Steel (Dungeoncore)
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Neruz
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I'm not going to try to understand the impossible physics behind what is going on there, hence why I noted that was being ignored. Still doesn't change the fission chain reactions that would have happened when the reactors were damaged\breached and converted much of the surrounding material into some seriously exotic and highly radioactive isotopes. Many of which will burn up in the atmosphere, creating a radioactive cloud of ash as well as a radioactive meteorite storm.
The worst of it would probably be over after a month or two, but anyone caught in the immediate area will discover the joys of severe radiation poisoning as their bodies basically melt out from under them, and anyone caught in the fallout will discover whether magical healing can fix all the cancer.
It really goes to show how little the Grand Dragon understood orbital mechanics to think that 'blowing up the giant space station' was a good way to deal with the problem. Blowing up the space station was pretty much the worst possible way to deal with it. Blowing stuff up in orbit is how you send a planet into an unexpected ice age.
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Fortunately, the most radioactive part of the whole structure (the reactor wing), is currently underway towards the moon...
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Well then the moon is going to be especially glowy for the next couple of months.
I do hope Gremlins have very robust genetics.
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Well, they are at the very least properly trained and equipped for how to deal with radioactive substances. Also, they're planning to do a soft landing, which should help.Well then the moon is going to be especially glowy for the next couple of months.
I do hope Gremlins have very robust genetics.
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Actually he based his microbots off his Robot Fighter, or at least the theory behind it.
So the magnet thing was the basis for the Robot and refined through hard work into his microbots, which was some kind of tech that his later enemy originally invented, but he seriously refined...
So the magnet thing was the basis for the Robot and refined through hard work into his microbots, which was some kind of tech that his later enemy originally invented, but he seriously refined...
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Re-entering the planet's atmosphere went about as smoothly as could be hoped for, really. The ceramic heat shield mounted to the front of my escape pod handled the shock-heating admirably, superheated plasma sliding smoothly off the front of my current conveyance. Thanks again to a long time playing Kerbal Space Program, I had aimed for a fairly shallow re-entry trajectory, resulting in a fairly gentle deceleration as I streaked through the upper atmosphere. Seeing as I was coming down on the night side, I idly wondered how many people mistook me for a shooting star and wished on me.
Either way, my aerobraking maneuver was successful, and I quickly took active control of my descent again, diving through the cloud cover. Still, as I descended, the optical sensors mounted to the front of my pod began picking up... rainbows? A bit more brief examination indicated that no, this was more accurately described as rainbow-colored light. Soon, I burst through the bottom of the cloud cover, revealing what looked like a jagged cathedral of multi-colored stained glass, just floating in the air, a glowing point of light in their foundation.
I will admit I was fairly curious what this was all about, so I deployed my parachute well ahead of schedule. Remembering what I did to speak to the Titan of Bone, I sent the mass a message asking
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
There was a long pause before I received a reply.
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
titan of steel
aether titan
With that, a glowing blue object flew out of the Aether Titan's jagged crystalline chassis towards my pod. I opened the door to admit the fragment of crystal, closing it just as I touched the waves. With that, I sent the ignition command to my parachute, and the nitrocellulose fibers I'd woven into it reduced the canopy to so much ash, erasing most evidence of its presence. The next step was simply making a beeline for the seafloor, before digging myself a new facility where I could prepare my next chassis. Diving through the water went fairly quickly, and I made it about 500 meters down before I thudded gently on the bottom.
Very quickly I hollowed out a room and got ready to move out of the pod I had descended in, setting up reactors and other such things that I would require in order to successfully launch. That said, I intended to stay here a fair bit longer than would strictly be required; before I tried doing anything else, I wanted some kind of anti-teleport mechanism, and I had an idea for getting some on-the-ground intelligence that I wanted to put through its paces.
Honestly, landing on the moon had proven easy compared to what the free Gremlins were having to deal with after arriving, as far as Shart was concerned. First on the list of issues was securing a supply of food, water, and breathable air; with fixed conjuration devices and the output of the several dozen reactors that had been repaired, the last two were easy, but food was proving a bit of an issue. After some trial and error, nutrition bricks that technically fulfilled all of a Gremlin's dietary requirements had been developed, but there was a growing consensus among many that if they had to eat those things for the rest of their life, they'd walk out the airlock without a suit.
Then there were the construction issues; without free-form conjuration being an option, everything needed to be built the hard way. Admittedly manpower wasn't too much of an issue thanks to plenty of Construction Clockworks, but it was still proving annoyingly time-consuming to get a significant habitat space set up. Said habitat space was still depressingly barren, seeing as it still wasn't easily doable to conjure organic matter.
On that note, many had come to the conclusion that they didn't want their new civilization to sputter and die as its founders reached their maximum life expectancy, and had taken to making sure there would be a next generation of Gremlins to succeed their starting population of around a hundred thousand. This had involved quite a lot of rather messy experimentation at first, but now the biggest question related to that topic was how to deal with the upcoming wave of children. It was still completely unknown to everyone involved just how long the resulting pregnancies would take, along with how long childhood would last, and the best way to educate young Gremlins.
Yes, it had been three months of toil and hardship for the new Gremlin Lunar Republic, but as the newly elected President Shart looked over a bill from the council suggesting acquiring farmable crops and livestock from the planet below, she couldn't help but think that it would all be worth it in the end. Thus, with a stroke of her pen, she authorized the launching of spaceplanes loaded with Clockwork Soldiers to surreptitiously acquire suitable stocks of both seeds and livestock.
Either way, my aerobraking maneuver was successful, and I quickly took active control of my descent again, diving through the cloud cover. Still, as I descended, the optical sensors mounted to the front of my pod began picking up... rainbows? A bit more brief examination indicated that no, this was more accurately described as rainbow-colored light. Soon, I burst through the bottom of the cloud cover, revealing what looked like a jagged cathedral of multi-colored stained glass, just floating in the air, a glowing point of light in their foundation.
I will admit I was fairly curious what this was all about, so I deployed my parachute well ahead of schedule. Remembering what I did to speak to the Titan of Bone, I sent the mass a message asking
Greetings! You wouldn't happen to be a fellow Titan, would you?
Well yes, I am. I would say that 'fellow' might be stretching it a bit much, seeing as you're rather small to lay claim to that title.
Hey, I just got my chassis exploded by an enchanted bottle full of what I'd say was probably Dragonfire. To make a long story short, I thought building in orbit would keep Adventurers from raiding me. I was wrong; all it did was attract the attention of every party powerful enough to teleport to me.
Wait, that was you!? What power source were you even using that could work away from the planet anyway? Even my planar rift requires fairly significant proximity to large concentrations of life to give me any useful amounts of power, and I'm less tethered to my power source than most Titans.
To be completely blunt, I'm using incredibly violent reactions powered by the conjuration of elements that should not be, and release incredible amounts of energy as they instantly destroy themselves. I prefer calling it nuclear power since it involves atomic nuclei, but as far as I can tell it's more commonly known as Dragonfire.
Oh. That would explain it. So, was there anything else you wanted to talk about, or did you just drop by to meet me as you plummeted towards the sea?
I'll be completely honest; I didn't know you were here when I picked my de-orbit trajectory. Anyway, since I don't particularly feel like cutting my parachute until I actually splash down in a few minutes, we may as well talk. On that note, you mentioned getting your power from some kind of planar rift; mind telling me a bit more about that?
Sure, I suppose. I've got a gash in reality leading directly to the collective unconscious of pretty much everything on the planet with a brain, a ridiculous amount of mana flows out of said rift, and I use it to power my chassis. Anyway, since we seem to be taking turns at asking questions, how long did it take you to get yourself mobile?
The first time, or on average? I'd wager I get my chassis trashed more often than the average Titan.
The first time, I guess; that usually takes the longest, since new Dungeons usually have no idea how to go about procuring a suitable power source.
To be honest,it took me about a week to go from waking up as a brand new Dungeon to building my first Chassis to the point of being able to travel. Admittedly I promptly crashed the thing in the Dead Wastes since I had no idea how to fly the thing, but the point still stands. It's been about a month and a half since then.
I call bullshit! No Dungeon is that knowledgeable about engineering and mana dynamics at such a young age! By all rights you should be a barely cognizant newborn! Seriously, it took me around twelve years to prepare for take-off, and I'm one of the faster Dungeons to reach Titan status on record.
Well, I'll happily tell you the truth, though I doubt you'll believe it. While I've only been a Dungeon for about two months right now, my mental age is a lot closer to twenty years, most of which was spent as a human in an alternate world where nuclear reactions were common knowledge, and there was no such thing as Dragons, or Dungeons, or any of this other bizarre stuff that I have no idea how to deal with and keeps trying to kill me! I just went to sleep one night and woke up as a Dungeon Core, and it's been one disaster after another since then! The only notable achievement of mine that will actually stick was killing the Titan of Bone, and they were literally a helpless target with no ability to actually harm me!
Huh, never thought I'd get to meet another reincarnate. Admittedly my past life was native to this world rather than wherever you came from, but I understand at least part of what you're getting at.
Sorry for shouting at you; I really needed to vent, and doing it to Minions doesn't really work since they're kind of a part of me. Wait, what did you say about reincarnating?
Don't worry, I understand that feeling. And people getting reincarnated as Dungeons is a known thing that happens around here, though it's extremely rare. Anyway, you look to be getting a bit close to the sea there; do you want to keep in touch, or shall this be it for now?
I would really like that; I've been keeping in touch with a Shepherd named Seth who helped me get going the first time, but he doesn't really get the whole Dungeon thing, you know?
Yeah, I really do; meeting up with my past life family was awkward until we eventually called the whole thing off. Oh, good job taking out the Titan of Bone by the way; basically all of us Titans wanted a crack at him once we learned what he'd done, but none of us had a power source that could keep us going inside the Dead Wastes long enough to finish the job. Thank you for that.
Very quickly I hollowed out a room and got ready to move out of the pod I had descended in, setting up reactors and other such things that I would require in order to successfully launch. That said, I intended to stay here a fair bit longer than would strictly be required; before I tried doing anything else, I wanted some kind of anti-teleport mechanism, and I had an idea for getting some on-the-ground intelligence that I wanted to put through its paces.
Honestly, landing on the moon had proven easy compared to what the free Gremlins were having to deal with after arriving, as far as Shart was concerned. First on the list of issues was securing a supply of food, water, and breathable air; with fixed conjuration devices and the output of the several dozen reactors that had been repaired, the last two were easy, but food was proving a bit of an issue. After some trial and error, nutrition bricks that technically fulfilled all of a Gremlin's dietary requirements had been developed, but there was a growing consensus among many that if they had to eat those things for the rest of their life, they'd walk out the airlock without a suit.
Then there were the construction issues; without free-form conjuration being an option, everything needed to be built the hard way. Admittedly manpower wasn't too much of an issue thanks to plenty of Construction Clockworks, but it was still proving annoyingly time-consuming to get a significant habitat space set up. Said habitat space was still depressingly barren, seeing as it still wasn't easily doable to conjure organic matter.
On that note, many had come to the conclusion that they didn't want their new civilization to sputter and die as its founders reached their maximum life expectancy, and had taken to making sure there would be a next generation of Gremlins to succeed their starting population of around a hundred thousand. This had involved quite a lot of rather messy experimentation at first, but now the biggest question related to that topic was how to deal with the upcoming wave of children. It was still completely unknown to everyone involved just how long the resulting pregnancies would take, along with how long childhood would last, and the best way to educate young Gremlins.
Yes, it had been three months of toil and hardship for the new Gremlin Lunar Republic, but as the newly elected President Shart looked over a bill from the council suggesting acquiring farmable crops and livestock from the planet below, she couldn't help but think that it would all be worth it in the end. Thus, with a stroke of her pen, she authorized the launching of spaceplanes loaded with Clockwork Soldiers to surreptitiously acquire suitable stocks of both seeds and livestock.
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They are literally little green men and women, bald, and live on the moon... So stereotypical aliens, any visitors from the 1950's would become hysterical.
So all and all a good joke, and a subtle poke about old myths about aliens. Also the MC will find it hysterical when he finds out...that or metaphorically face palm.
So all and all a good joke, and a subtle poke about old myths about aliens. Also the MC will find it hysterical when he finds out...that or metaphorically face palm.
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Wish that was true but they arent goblins. Gremlins were described as fairies with triangular ears.
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Now swap that outfit out for a suit of coveralls, a toolbelt, and appropriate safety gear, and you're much closer to the mark.So something like this then?
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Found this?
More of a car mechanic than someone you'd find working in your dungeon, but eh, engineering fairies are kinda hard to find...
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Close enough.Found this?
More of a car mechanic than someone you'd find working in your dungeon, but eh, engineering fairies are kinda hard to find...
They're probably off-duty or something. After all, I can figure that the Gremlins of the Lunar Republic will, sooner or later, start developing the arts to go along with their sciences.
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Corenzite's wounds had not yet healed fully since their battle with that Titan. How could they possibly do so in such a short time, considering that the Supreme Leader had come far closer to death than ever before? As such, even three months later he could not muster the strength to fly on his only barely healed wings, and he still suffered from a limp. Making it even worse is that apparently the explosion that ended the fight had permanently damaged one of his more important organs, meaning that he was now incapable of using his Dragonfire without injuring himself. And without Dragonfire, could Corenzite even call himself a Grand Dragon?
Thus, the blue-scaled Dragon had thrown up a wall of bluster in an attempt to keep his rivals away, stating that if any were to intrude upon his territory, he would destroy his enemy's treasure horde, the gravest possible threat it was possible to level against a Grand Dragon. For some time this had worked in preventing raids, but now one of Corenzite's rivals had called his bluff, a red-scaled upstart from the north going by the name of Ophey.
Thus, the blue Grand Dragon trudged their way out of their capital to intercept Ophey, dreading the encounter that was about to occur; fights between Grand Dragons generally went until one party decided to disengage and flee, but if they were incapable of fleeing then battles almost always ended in the deaths of one or more of the Dragons involved. In his present state, Corenzite would find escape nearly impossible, and his lingering disabilities already had him at a massive disadvantage. Indeed, the only reason why Corenzite hadn't tried to slink off and find somewhere to hide is because Regno had a distinct absence of rough terrain or suitably large caves, leaving him with very few options in that category.
Thus, the red dragon bore down on the blue Supreme Leader of Regno, the old king's injuries dooming him just as effectively as if the Titan had made the finishing blow. The resulting battle was short, brutal, and there were no illusions on either side that both parties would survive. Almost instantly, Ophey determined Corenzite's inability to breathe Dragonfire or fly, before taking ruthless advantage of both infirmities by simply blasting Corenzite repeatedly from the air until he eventually keeled over.
In the immediate aftermath, Emperor Ophey dropped Corenzite's severed head on his former palace, proclaiming his dominion over Regno, and that any dissenters would soon face the wrath of a Grand Dragon. He still hadn't finished consolidating his power base when he spotted a mass of steel on the horizon, approaching at speeds faster than even the greatest of Grand Dragons could manage in level flight.
The World Shall Turn A New ChapterOver the couple months I spent buried on the bottom of the seafloor, the truly vast number of Gremlins I put to the task of figuring out a way to block teleportation made only two notable advances. The first was a general purpose Blink device that I could fit to my Clockworks, allowing them short-range tactical teleportation. That immediately went right in the next model of all my main-series Clockworks; I had a feeling they'd need it.
The second advance of note was something I found myself grudgingly tolerating as a form of teleportation defense, being a floor tile that would redirect nearby inbound teleport attempts to itself, allowing me to guarantee that unwelcome visitors beaming aboard would arrive in extremely undesirable conditions. Admittedly said tile had no form of IFF, meaning it would jam my own teleports as well, but I considered that an acceptable trade-off.
Experiments regarding using a pair of the 'attractor' tiles to telefrag someone into pieces simply resulted in the victim arriving unharmed at whatever tile was closer to their destination. Further, it had been demonstrated in testing that the more mana was put into the teleport, the easier a time it had not getting re-directed; at the levels of mana inherently used in teleporting to an orbital structure, they just flat out would not be effective at keeping a space station secure. Providing the tile with more mana wouldn't have helped, as part of the way they functioned was by pumping all the ambient mana out of the arrival zone.
The other major project I had the Gremlins working on was some way to finally be able to make serious use of Mutants outside my structure without them immediately going into full crush-kill-destroy mode. Almost immediately I had figured that the most reliable option would be to simply de-brain them and integrate a Clockwork's processor core for decision-making, but doing so had been proving surprisingly difficult to get right, with the peripheral nervous system simply refusing to synch up properly. Gradually, over the course of the project more and more components of the final Cyborg had been made Clockwork, until eventually the end product reminded me of a Terminator more than anything else; a cosmetic tissue layer concealing a robotic endoskeleton.
This conveniently let me fit my newest creations with a lot of the gadgetry I would normally only be able to cram in a Clockwork, including the new Blink device, some concealed automatic weapons, and a toggleable radiation source that would both regenerate the mutant's squishy parts, and allow for easy elimination of most assassination targets.
With much cosmetic surgery courtesy of my Gremlins, and a quick burst of radiation to make the Mutant tissue regenerate the surgical scars, I was ready to send my infiltrators into the world.
infiltrator cyborg
With my infiltrators on their way, I finally turned my attention to what I would be building for my next Chassis. This time, I wouldn't be wasting effort on excessively complex humanoid mechanisms; instead I would be building for raw, brutal combat effectiveness, focusing on firepower and mobility. Thus, the hull profile I ultimately selected would best be described as a flying battleship; I had briefly considered cosplaying as a Bolo, but in the predicament I found myself in, I needed all-angle weapons coverage and enough mobility to stay well out of melee range with the stupidly powerful dragons I'd be going up against.
The most notable property of the hull, aside from being almost as excessively durable as my last humanoid chassis, was that I'd used some additional Mana to reduce its effective mass, leaving it neutrally buoyant in air at around 2 kilometers altitude. This low effective mass combined nicely with the horrendously overpowered engines I had mounted to the ship for both forwards thrust and turning, meaning that if absolutely necessary, I could get 100 gees of acceleration. Of course, this would have been immediately fatal to any unfortunate Gremlins who happened to be aboard, necessitating water-filled suspension tanks with breathing gear, which could protect biologicals from utterly absurd gee forces.
Weaponry was also upgraded to a degree that some would consider rather excessive. First, I had a main battery of twenty four Pulsed Proton Cannons, with each bolt delivering a terajoule of energy to the target and each gun firing once per second. For a secondary broadside, I had several kinetic weapons that conjured projectiles moving at 50 km/s; I called them Relative Conjuration guns. Then there were the 32 missile tubes I was mounting, firing missiles equipped with Nuclear Shaped Charges, which I considered a secondary weapon system for no reason other than collateral damage. Point Defense meanwhile was handled by dozens of smaller Relative Conjuration Guns. I didn't bother with any melee weapons; if this chassis wound up in close combat I had severely messed up.
Some other miscellaneous systems that bore mentioning included an escape pod, an experimental defensive force field, and an emergency mana storage system that worked using a cubic meter block of the same compressed mana material as composed those Beads that Seth had given me some time ago. I really hoped I didn't need any of them, but better to have and not need than need and not have.
As I underwent my final launch preparations, the twenty thousand or so Gremlins who had been working on my latest round of engineering projects climbed into their suspension tanks, ready for the extreme accelerations I would be pulling in my fight against the draconic dictator oppressing the people of Regno. The chats I'd had with the Aether Titan had been quite informative in that regard, and it was quite clear to me now that Grand Dragons as a species were simply too dangerous and megalomaniacal to be allowed to live.
Thus, when my sensors informed me that the Grand Dragon over Regno's capital was red rather than blue, my resolve regarding my course of action didn't falter for a millisecond. Instead, I simply ordered my fire control computer to give me a firing solution for every single weapon my chassis was equipped with, while also adjusting the criteria slightly to herd the Dragon away from the city they were currently flying over.
Thus, the blue-scaled Dragon had thrown up a wall of bluster in an attempt to keep his rivals away, stating that if any were to intrude upon his territory, he would destroy his enemy's treasure horde, the gravest possible threat it was possible to level against a Grand Dragon. For some time this had worked in preventing raids, but now one of Corenzite's rivals had called his bluff, a red-scaled upstart from the north going by the name of Ophey.
Thus, the blue Grand Dragon trudged their way out of their capital to intercept Ophey, dreading the encounter that was about to occur; fights between Grand Dragons generally went until one party decided to disengage and flee, but if they were incapable of fleeing then battles almost always ended in the deaths of one or more of the Dragons involved. In his present state, Corenzite would find escape nearly impossible, and his lingering disabilities already had him at a massive disadvantage. Indeed, the only reason why Corenzite hadn't tried to slink off and find somewhere to hide is because Regno had a distinct absence of rough terrain or suitably large caves, leaving him with very few options in that category.
Thus, the red dragon bore down on the blue Supreme Leader of Regno, the old king's injuries dooming him just as effectively as if the Titan had made the finishing blow. The resulting battle was short, brutal, and there were no illusions on either side that both parties would survive. Almost instantly, Ophey determined Corenzite's inability to breathe Dragonfire or fly, before taking ruthless advantage of both infirmities by simply blasting Corenzite repeatedly from the air until he eventually keeled over.
In the immediate aftermath, Emperor Ophey dropped Corenzite's severed head on his former palace, proclaiming his dominion over Regno, and that any dissenters would soon face the wrath of a Grand Dragon. He still hadn't finished consolidating his power base when he spotted a mass of steel on the horizon, approaching at speeds faster than even the greatest of Grand Dragons could manage in level flight.
The World Shall Turn A New ChapterOver the couple months I spent buried on the bottom of the seafloor, the truly vast number of Gremlins I put to the task of figuring out a way to block teleportation made only two notable advances. The first was a general purpose Blink device that I could fit to my Clockworks, allowing them short-range tactical teleportation. That immediately went right in the next model of all my main-series Clockworks; I had a feeling they'd need it.
The second advance of note was something I found myself grudgingly tolerating as a form of teleportation defense, being a floor tile that would redirect nearby inbound teleport attempts to itself, allowing me to guarantee that unwelcome visitors beaming aboard would arrive in extremely undesirable conditions. Admittedly said tile had no form of IFF, meaning it would jam my own teleports as well, but I considered that an acceptable trade-off.
Experiments regarding using a pair of the 'attractor' tiles to telefrag someone into pieces simply resulted in the victim arriving unharmed at whatever tile was closer to their destination. Further, it had been demonstrated in testing that the more mana was put into the teleport, the easier a time it had not getting re-directed; at the levels of mana inherently used in teleporting to an orbital structure, they just flat out would not be effective at keeping a space station secure. Providing the tile with more mana wouldn't have helped, as part of the way they functioned was by pumping all the ambient mana out of the arrival zone.
The other major project I had the Gremlins working on was some way to finally be able to make serious use of Mutants outside my structure without them immediately going into full crush-kill-destroy mode. Almost immediately I had figured that the most reliable option would be to simply de-brain them and integrate a Clockwork's processor core for decision-making, but doing so had been proving surprisingly difficult to get right, with the peripheral nervous system simply refusing to synch up properly. Gradually, over the course of the project more and more components of the final Cyborg had been made Clockwork, until eventually the end product reminded me of a Terminator more than anything else; a cosmetic tissue layer concealing a robotic endoskeleton.
This conveniently let me fit my newest creations with a lot of the gadgetry I would normally only be able to cram in a Clockwork, including the new Blink device, some concealed automatic weapons, and a toggleable radiation source that would both regenerate the mutant's squishy parts, and allow for easy elimination of most assassination targets.
With much cosmetic surgery courtesy of my Gremlins, and a quick burst of radiation to make the Mutant tissue regenerate the surgical scars, I was ready to send my infiltrators into the world.
Minion Type: Clockwork + Mutant
Base Form: Humanoid
Strength: 0.3 MN sustained force
Speed: 2.1* peak human agility
Weaponry: Concealed Submachinegun, 4 kilowatt omnidirectional Gamma radiation source
Armor: 2.5 mm subdermal Mana Enhanced Nanosteel
Features: Human Appearance, Tactical teleport
Designed for infiltration missions, this unit consists of a mechanical endoskeleton with a layer of surgically altered Mutant tissue grown around it. When coupled with advanced behavioral heuristics, this allows these cyborgs to convincingly pose as human for fairly prolonged periods.
Base Form: Humanoid
Strength: 0.3 MN sustained force
Speed: 2.1* peak human agility
Weaponry: Concealed Submachinegun, 4 kilowatt omnidirectional Gamma radiation source
Armor: 2.5 mm subdermal Mana Enhanced Nanosteel
Features: Human Appearance, Tactical teleport
Designed for infiltration missions, this unit consists of a mechanical endoskeleton with a layer of surgically altered Mutant tissue grown around it. When coupled with advanced behavioral heuristics, this allows these cyborgs to convincingly pose as human for fairly prolonged periods.
With my infiltrators on their way, I finally turned my attention to what I would be building for my next Chassis. This time, I wouldn't be wasting effort on excessively complex humanoid mechanisms; instead I would be building for raw, brutal combat effectiveness, focusing on firepower and mobility. Thus, the hull profile I ultimately selected would best be described as a flying battleship; I had briefly considered cosplaying as a Bolo, but in the predicament I found myself in, I needed all-angle weapons coverage and enough mobility to stay well out of melee range with the stupidly powerful dragons I'd be going up against.
The most notable property of the hull, aside from being almost as excessively durable as my last humanoid chassis, was that I'd used some additional Mana to reduce its effective mass, leaving it neutrally buoyant in air at around 2 kilometers altitude. This low effective mass combined nicely with the horrendously overpowered engines I had mounted to the ship for both forwards thrust and turning, meaning that if absolutely necessary, I could get 100 gees of acceleration. Of course, this would have been immediately fatal to any unfortunate Gremlins who happened to be aboard, necessitating water-filled suspension tanks with breathing gear, which could protect biologicals from utterly absurd gee forces.
Weaponry was also upgraded to a degree that some would consider rather excessive. First, I had a main battery of twenty four Pulsed Proton Cannons, with each bolt delivering a terajoule of energy to the target and each gun firing once per second. For a secondary broadside, I had several kinetic weapons that conjured projectiles moving at 50 km/s; I called them Relative Conjuration guns. Then there were the 32 missile tubes I was mounting, firing missiles equipped with Nuclear Shaped Charges, which I considered a secondary weapon system for no reason other than collateral damage. Point Defense meanwhile was handled by dozens of smaller Relative Conjuration Guns. I didn't bother with any melee weapons; if this chassis wound up in close combat I had severely messed up.
Some other miscellaneous systems that bore mentioning included an escape pod, an experimental defensive force field, and an emergency mana storage system that worked using a cubic meter block of the same compressed mana material as composed those Beads that Seth had given me some time ago. I really hoped I didn't need any of them, but better to have and not need than need and not have.
As I underwent my final launch preparations, the twenty thousand or so Gremlins who had been working on my latest round of engineering projects climbed into their suspension tanks, ready for the extreme accelerations I would be pulling in my fight against the draconic dictator oppressing the people of Regno. The chats I'd had with the Aether Titan had been quite informative in that regard, and it was quite clear to me now that Grand Dragons as a species were simply too dangerous and megalomaniacal to be allowed to live.
Thus, when my sensors informed me that the Grand Dragon over Regno's capital was red rather than blue, my resolve regarding my course of action didn't falter for a millisecond. Instead, I simply ordered my fire control computer to give me a firing solution for every single weapon my chassis was equipped with, while also adjusting the criteria slightly to herd the Dragon away from the city they were currently flying over.
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Sadly, there wasn't room after everything else I crammed in there.
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Welp, back to the drawing boards. Can't be a space battle ship with out the main weapon of THE Space Battleship.
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Strictly speaking it's designed as an air battleship with the capacity to operate in space.
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Damn loopholes! You win this this round. But your ship really needs a BFG, you got the dakka but we all know there is going to be some kind of alien that shows up that can only be beaten by The Big Gun™.
It might still be an idea that you come up with, after a knockdown drag-out fight between you and the Red Dragon, in search of a faster way to do that while taking less damage. After all, long range sniping is always useful, and relativistic projectiles are still a bitch to dodge. Bigger ones are harder to dodge.