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| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 2/26/2009 11:11:36 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Jara nodded, guns were one thing, but that is only part of intimidation. "Mr. Piet. Belladonna and I work well together but I doubt we can take a couple wings of fighters. Who is somebody this 'Lord' would be intimidated by, or at least give him pause? Someone rich enough, and unusual enough to own say, their own automated salvage station?" She made the point blunt enough. With the 'weaponry,' the bluff, and some false clout they might be able to make Freya off limits. A good name can make a big difference, and Mr. Piet seemed to know about people. She'd hired out as a pilot and seen battles avoided just because someone threw out a name, of course she'd also seen battles started with the wrong name. |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 2/28/2009 9:56:15 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Kapitein Piet shook his head. "Incredible - I'm astounded nobody has come over, cut you up, and sold you for parts by now. I'm not sure why you thought this was a tenable position, but space is cruel and relentless and 9 out of 10 people that you might come across out here would sell their own mother for a sandwich. Enfin, we don't have many choices for getting out of here and securing an existence. The points you made are sound, Freya; and Jara, you had a very good idea. Let's think of somebody to impersonate, that even the Dark Lord of Tenerife wouldn't want to mess with... but who?" The old captain couldn't immediately think of any likely prospects... |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 3/1/2009 7:12:46 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. The old captain's cynicism betrayed a crude and somewhat narrow-minded worldview, in Freya's opinion. Subterfuge and conflict avoidance were clearly not the man's strong suits. She replied to Piet's incredulity, "My strategy was actually very good. Weapons are very expensive, while mystery is very cheap. I've also stayed away from densely populated areas and the only people who know where to find me are peaceful people who profit from their business with me. Until you stumbled on the scene, I hadn't been in a potentially dangerous situation for over twenty years." In Freya's highly parallelized mind, an advanced search routine returned to the executive function, Bingo! Recall the trader from Sunset who had treated a crate so it looked like an asteroid? Physics reports that a similar trick can make a steel frame look like a charged ion turret. Conventional radio holography can imply missile tubes on the hull. We can do this. "Now, I have some ways of confusing their sensors and give the illusion of weaponry a chance. Unless they have wide-band EM interferometry, hierarchical metamaterials can be made to look like nearly anything. This idea of claiming protection from a third party is interesting, but I do not know of a good candidate." |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 3/1/2009 5:00:18 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. This must be a scary man to have so few potent enemies. Jara creased her brows and pursed her lips, thinking. "Hmm.... If no enemies, how about allies, trading partners, someone he would want to keep happy." She didn't know much about people, she knew the universe from a mercenary standpoint, the better places to work, better people to deal with, and the worse. She also knew some of mining, trading and haggling. But she didn't know much about Blizzard. It was a bit too high population and had a lot of its own security patrols. essentially, unless someone started a war there just weren't as many good contracts there, plus she wasn't big on crowds. "Can you scatter bots and a bit of the debris and make them look like fighters guarding your take? I don't know how in depth you can go, or what equipment is involved." |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 3/3/2009 1:16:18 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. "Yes, an ally - that sounds promising. If he were to discover a lonely enemy way out here, it would be very unlikely he'd leave without testing the waters, as it were, no matter who that enemy might be. However, if someone like, say, the Hounds of Slaughter had happened upon the remains of his kill, claimed it, and started to process it, I think he'd be willing to accept their claim and leave them be." Kapitein Piet paused, thinking to himself, then nodded and continued, "Aye, the Hounds would be a very good fit for the role. Prima!" Seeming more excited about the idea of being able to survive another encounter with the Dark Lord - this time possibly without risking life and limb - he asked Freya, "Do you happen to have a high-fidelity voice modulation program?" Quickly turning to Jara, "Also, I think your fighter might come in handy - how fast is it, and what sensor packages does it have, exactly?" |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 3/4/2009 5:10:15 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Freya couldn't help showing off a little to Piet, who so quickly fell into a commanding role. His resilience was far beyond the norm, naturally bouncing back despite physical trauma and psychological brow-beating. Planning suggested another tack, and Executive focused for a moment on speaking properly. Since the arrival of the Calamitous, Freya's voice had betrayed its artificial origins with a flat simplicity that isn't found in human voices. Now she sounded like she did when Jara came aboard. "Kapitein, your enthusiasm is commendable, but remember you're no longer making the decisions. I have what you need and the Belladonna has a custom phased-array radar, now who are the Hounds of Slaughter and what do you propose?" Freya wondered what the Hounds would do when they discovered that they'd been co-opted into protection by proxy like this. Their name wasn't too reassuring on that front. She also needed to know what symbols they emblazoned their ships with so she could start marking her hull with it. Oddly enough, the thought of tattooing bothered her much more than dressing up with mock weaponry did. |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 3/4/2009 9:38:12 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. "Here's my plan: I can do the talking if you can distort my voice - about 30 years younger, heavy smoker, a bit of a Cockney accent... can you do Cockney? I'm patently unable. Meanwhile, Jara can take the Belladonna and zip by the aft hangar bays. It's where he keeps his prisoners - it's all decorated with ancient torture devices that he uses for fun. But first - can we configure the radar to ping selectively on ridicucite? This is vitally important." Jara noticed sweat on Kapitein Piet's brow, and his manner of speech had become more forceful and nervous - his odd accent was much more noticable than before, and made him a little difficult to understand. |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 3/5/2009 7:38:24 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Freya shook her head. "That, Mr. Piet, is not a plan. Calm yourself and explain what it is you intend to say and do, if Lord Tenerife does show up. Otherwise I don't see how I could let you do anything at all." She pointed to the tablet, which was now showing two small robots crawling about on her strange-looking hull. Tethers like long, sinuous tails snaked back from the bots into an opening in the armor. "Also keep in mind what this station looks like. It is utterly unlike any human construction - and much better because of it, I might add - and soon I will apparently have a very large and visible array of conventional weaponry.. but only three very modest airlocks. Lord Tenerife and his crew will be confused and uncertain, and the trick will be to resolve their uncertainty in a direction of our choosing, that they have a lot to lose if they don't leave again as soon as their hyperdrive lets them." She purposely didn't answer Piet's nonsense question about the Belladonna's radar and ridicucite. It was highly unlikely that there'd be a big enough block of ridicucite anywhere that could be detectable by even the most advanced radar arrays. If his plan required a bizarre idea like this, it sounded much too complicated. In her experience, simplicity counted for much. |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 3/6/2009 6:46:50 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Freya had a lot of point. Jara nodded on Freya's side of the conversation. She wasn't sure what ridicucite was but configuring her sensor's frequency far enough to pick out a substance like that would blind her to a lot else. "Mr Piet, what Freya says is true. Impersonating someone is dangerous, especially if they share greetings or history. We need to appear to belong to this group, or associated, under their protection. As long as he can be convinced of that, all the details that could get us dead fast won't matter." If this man was actually coming, he must have wasted a jump or two guessing directions, and they likely didn't have too much time to sit here debating. If he assumed the ship dead, before or after searching they were wasting their time, but it's best to err on the side of caution. |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 3/7/2009 6:43:54 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. "Arrr. Darn it, you're right, but there's something you both need to know." Kapitein Piet realized he was having difficulty accepting a subservient role, accepting that he didn't know the most about the capabilities of the station and its occupants, and accepting that even though he experienced every passing moment as a conflict with the Dark Lord that had been going on for weeks, this was just the beginning for Jara and Freya. Even though he regarded them as newcomers to this maddening game, it was Mister Piet who just boarded the vessel. It was time to put the cards on the table and arm the captain with the knowledge necessary to lead to a desirable outcome. Who the captain was, shouldn't be important. What's important was survival. "The reason I asked about the ridicucite is complex, so bear with me. My first mate and navigator, a woman named Jolon Veenma, is sighted. What that means is that she perceives things no other woman could - she knows about the other side of life and death, and she can feel the ripples in the quantum fabric to sense the presence of someone imporant to her, and she hears the echoes in the cosmos whe he dies. I know it's true - I've seen it! And she draws her power from a shard of ridicucite that she wears in a pendant around her neck." At this point, he paused to gauge the reactions of his new mates. Freya appeared to withhold a response and wait for him to finish, and Jara was nodding, seemingly accepting what he had to say and storing up questions she'd like to ask. Encouraged, he continued, "Another power she has is telepathy of some kind. Don't ask me how, but I know she's alive. If she had died, I would know, just as she would know without question if I were dead. The problem is, I don't know if she ended up escaping with the rest of the crew, or if they were captured. I'm thinking they got away, but why haven't I heard from her? But if they were captured, she would definitely send a message to warn me. The cruel crew of Tenerife has forms of torture that would crack even a Collosal Clam of Vansid, and there is no way they wouldn't force her to divulge every last bit of knowledge, and she knows it. So I'm completely at a loss - I don't know if she's alive, dead, free, or captured, and thus I don't know if we have 30 seconds before the Krakatau appears with beam cannons charged and missiles locked, or if he's happily sipping a margarita on Menos." With a frustrated huff, Kapitein Piet sat down and started packing his tobacco pipe, which he fished from a trouser pocket. |
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