Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
Almost as if compelled by a mysterious outside source, Dray decides not to kill the Imperials, to his eternal regret no doubt. As Nym's party become visible and the Imperial party encroaches he moves to the edge of the hanger opening. He look towards Nym.
"Till next time Nym." Dray says. He looks back and down, then he jumps over. He activates his magboots and lands right in front of the cockpit of his TwinTail, with Lucky piloting it. They exit the hanger fully and sets a course towards Federation space.
OOC: Pain, you don't know it yet, but you owe me a debt. You can blame/thank Milos ;)
Unable to get the terminals to work properly. Dray sends his recon drone head to find the Imperial team just as he hear the announcement.
"Well, seems like my visit may be cut short..."
He returns to the central hanger and takes a seat on the ramp of the Imperial shuttle while he waits for his droid to return.
Moments before Nym's party arrive at the R&D area they encounter Lucky. Who greets them, moves past them, and then says goodbye.
"Well well well.. what do we have here." Dray says with a smile.
"An Imperial ship. Perhaps it belongs to the other group Nym and his companions were talking about. Lets go have a look shall we?"
Dray and Lucky approach the shuttle and enter it. "Lucky, go back, get our ship and bring it to this hanger. We may have to do a quick exit." Lucky turns around all the while complaining about being treated like a fetch dog.
"But you are a dog, are you not?" Dray jests.
Dray now receives to communication from Nym, but have no interest in leaving just yet. He accesses the shuttle computer and browse the navigation records. When he's done, he inserts a small device into a dataport and then exits the shuttle.
He now proceeds towards the command center, with his recon drone scouting ahead as usual.
"Don't mind if I do.." Dray responds and then turns around, heading back to the R&D area together with Lucky. When they reach it, they continues towards the central hanger that his drone discovered.
Lucky questions whether or not it might be better to have stayed together with the others.
"Perhaps." he days.
"But I'm no force user nor have I any interest in it. There is nothing for us there.
Although if you had your heart set on any of those items, my apologies."
They enter the central hanger and begins looking around.
OOC: Well, I guess the rules allows me to make my move.
"Whatever the price, I suspect it will be too high. Keep your... merchandise." Dray responds to the offer, and is content to merely observe the exchange.
He turns to Nym and whispers; "Need I remind you we are all floating towards a star and that we don't have time for a literal ghost chase. Unless you are the local ghostbusters that is."
Dray rests his hand on one of his blasters and unholster it slowly. As Nym insist on giving him more time, Dray merely grunts.
Luck begins to back away slowly.
"Spirits, the force?
Just my luck" Dray comments.
Dray can't help but wonder if Nym's gifted companion might become a problem, seeing as she seems to be the only one affected by this spirit. Would Nym be able to do what he needs to if the worst comes to pass? Perhaps it would be better to separate from his group.
He re-focus his attention towards the strange candle.
So beating the Borg is now slightly more of a realistic goal? xD
The pair arrives at the brig and begins to investigate the cells. Lucky begins looking for any data ports that might yield any information, although Dray expects to find nothing beyond standard identifications and even that I doubted.
He himself begins moving down the cell corridor, investigating each one. As he is about to reach the final cell, his communicator begins to flash as Nym's transmission begins;
"Dray, one of my crew thinks the brig's worth checking out. She's Force sensitive and might be able to find a few things we can't. We'll be joining you pretty soon. Nym out." the transmissions ends.
"Alright, but so far just more remains. I would seem my hunch isn't paying off. Dray out."
While waiting for the others to arrive, he investigates the last few cells.
Dray follows Nym's suggestion and orders his recon drone to return and scout out the brig. In the meantime he joins the others in their investigation, but only very shortly when he notices the desecrated bones. He picks up one of the modified blasters and brings it with him.
"Mr. Nym. Further ahead the scans indicate you will arrive at the central hanger of the ship. I will go back to investigate the brig which my drone should be scouting out this moment."
The same device he use to control and monitor his drone, he uses to transmit a communication frequency to Nym.
"This is my current com frequency, just in case it becomes prudent to communicate."
Without saying anything further, nor waiting for the others response he leaves, his astromech following him, slightly confused.
You seem a bit defensive there friend...
Don't you worry, we won't judge you. Much.
Dray recovers from the tremor. "Interesting" he whispers to himself.
"Imperials? Wasn't aware we had yet another group of overly curious people with us.
Well, that should at least make things interesting. Not that it wasn't already of course."
He orders his recon drone to scout the path leading straight ahead.
"Lead the way." He says to Nym.
The man lowers his hands. "A pleasure to meet you Nym." he replies.
"Indeed it does seem like this thing is slowly coming apart. Speaking of things coming apart, perhaps we should dispense with further pleasantries and proceed with our investigation. We are after all on bit of a schedule. Flying into the sun and all that.
Provided, I am free to join you of course. If not, I'll take a another path. We are seemingly faced with a choice. I believe the path straight ahead will eventually lead to the bridge, as for the other one I'm not entirely sure.
In any case, it's entirely up to you friend."
OOC: Milos, I would appreciate you not making me look stupid for YOUR mistake.
The man approaches the group and and raises both his hands as a sign of good will. "And you call me paranoid..." He says to the astromech, but also loud enough so that the unknown party can hear it.
He takes a step further forward, not sure whom to address, he merely says to them all; "Hello there fellows! I presume your curiosity got the best of you too?
Let me introduce myself, I'm Dray. At your service." He says as he makes a light bow.
"This is Lucky." He gestures towards the astromech, whom almost surprisingly, greets them politely.
OR. You could subscribe HBO and get the first month free.
Who the hell buys the seasons anymore? xD
You were in the army.
OOC: You're blocking me... AGAIN! This Star Destroyer seems to suffer from a severe case of intestinal blockage...
I guess you could say.. this story must be on rails... Lol
Disgruntled, by being forced in a singular direction, the man sighs out loud. The astromech, unsurprisingly, chooses this time to throw yet another snarky comment at the man, mocking his path finding abilities and suggesting he should relinquish leadership to a far superior species, like say... an astromech?
"Too bad for you then...
Oh I never told you? Your hardware was salvaged from a protocol droid!" the man says in sarcastic tone.
As usual, threats of electrocution is the conclusion to the repertoire between them.
"Oh don't you start that again!
C'mon lets go back to the last station. Seems we are left without any choice in the matter."
The tram begins to head back where they step onto the station and starts to look for the unknown party.
I'm willing to try the new system. If the others are on board, your task would now be;
- Design Total Ship Limit (perhaps different sizes depending on the size of the faction, calculated by giving each sector a total of ca. 10 ships is a possibility)
- Rework all the Skill tree's (Command & Raiding both)
- Rework the current defense system.
Naturally, leaving the already existing systems in place until it is completely done and until we all agree on this fully.
Do everything above and I see no reason why we couldn't do this or at least try it out for a period.
The Horizon event failed in the sense that the idea of the Federation and Empire working together right off the bat, during a cold war, would be like the Russians coming to the aid the the United States when being attacked by the Chinese during the Korean war. Were I the Empire, I would sit back and laugh at the Federations misfortune and ONLY when the situation risked threaten my own position would I come to help. As the Federation, there was ZERO logical reason to call the Empire for all. No battles lost, no extended period of conflict, no tactical indication that the Federation wouldn't be able to beat them. Perhaps not in that initial battle, but in the long run we would have won. Anyway, this event is not relevant for the discussion. It didn't fail because of the fleet system, nor did it really fail. Ori just forgot, for a short moment, who I am xD
In principle, yes, no world should be abandoned. But fact is, that if you can either save your entire faction, or even win the war by sacrificing, momentarily, control a single world. That's a good ******* deal. Morally, Tactically and Logically. What you on about Ori? xD
To shorten the number of subjects, lets underline the fact that there would still be a command limit per commander (Which would scale to a lower overall fleet number) and thus no one would be able to take all their ships at the same time.
AK: A product is easier to understand AND sell. Take a look at the current Fleet and Defense rules and outline this new system you envision. Perhaps that will provide clarity to all parties. Even yourself ;)
Oh dear, I'm starting to talk like a Jedi again... Lol
As the party ahead makes a stop, the man turns to the droid.
"Change over onto the other track, we'll go past them and see what is up ahead. The recon drone can continue to monitor them and thus their investigation of the room ahead.
Also, increase speed to full until we have moved ahead of them."
The little astromech twists and turns the dataport, making the necessary adjustments.
They increase their speed and the man begins running to keep up. They reach the station that the unknown group ahead just moved past and finds the tram they sent ahead had automatically stopped at the station.
Before they board the empty tram they take a quick look around but reaches the conclusion that the others must already have searched this location. The board the tram and the man picks up his briefcase, he had in intentionally left it there in case the situation with the unknown boarding party turned hostile.
"Alright, get us moving friend, but lets not antagonize our friends ahead and keep our distance as usual."
I think people have forgotten the guidelines about defenses. A guide that can easily be adjuster to new fleet numbers AND prevents imposing yet another task on the GM's. As usual, letting GM's review defenses on a case by case scenario is a fine idea, but it robs the factions of the ability to determine where to invest their defenses. It also makes it unclear to a faction, say the Federation, whether we can trust the defenses at our border or not. Sure we could ask the GM's and they may outline defenses for EVERY system, but a new GM may be elected at some point and figure a formerly well defended planet shouldn't be so well defended (And even maybe be right in suggesting so).
How am I,as my factions highest ranked military leader (NPC's not withstanding) supposed to co-ordinate a defense that I myself have to consult someone else for at every turn because "I don't know my own defenses as a Vice Admiral"?
Also, while the attacker consulting a GM before attacking would prevent the defender from having to wait until he knows his defenses is awkward it still works fine in theory, but as an attacker having to wait for a response (Easily 7 hours sometimes depending on the time, work, school, sleep) before I can attack could be a serious Achilles heel in any military conflict. Its basically an handicap.
As for smaller fleet sizes, I could go for that, but if I take say; 20 ships and attack the empire, there is nothing stopping Pain from taking 30 ships to counter me. He attacks with later with 30 ships and I take 40 ships to counter him. Then we are back to the numbers game again, for in larger or lesser degrees, when it comes to warfare, it is always a numbers game.
Edit: Ori, per the defense guidelines,if I remember correctly only High priority systems are allowed Ground-Space weaponry.
FORCED roleplay, for faction maintenance purposes, is an constant obligation. No one wants to roleplay out of obligation. I myself sometimes CHOOSE to roleplay out of obligation, but the moment you have only the choice between obligated roleplaying or allowing your faction slowly crumble, that is the moment this RP dies.
Because in the end, there's a limit to how many obligations people want to commit to, thus the inevitable result is the demise of the factions.
As a half OCD, rule addicted, paranoid, distrustful and occasional megalomaniac. Leave the system bee as it is, its never gonna be perfect xD
"Seems like they are turning around." the man comments. "But why... Hmm". The astromech makes a snarky remark in response.
"Apologies, I should have realized they were fleeing from the mighty astromech." he jests. The droid eagerly confirms this.. fact.. and begins to move forward.
"Oh, I didn't mean you my friend, I was talking about the spare one, in the cargo pod." he teases.
The droid turns around and proceeds to threaten to electrocute the man. He lets a small laugh slip and says; "I yield, I yield. Led the way your majesty" and bows slightly.
Intentionally staying out of sight, the pair keeps their distance.
Your performance have been thoroughly disappointing. GTFO
Seems like I have a choice between lying, giving you a compliment or committing suicide. Gonna flip a coin for first and last choice.
OOC: AK, you may also be confused because I was confused myself and may have misunderstood your move. If the 24 our limit hadn't already expired, I might have asked you about it. However Ori was cracking out the whip ;D
They continue on foot running, or in case of the astromech, rolling behind the transit tube, anticipating an encounter soon.
OOC: I have no clue whats going on with the transit system, so I'll leave this move a bit short and unimaginative. Lol
Before the transit tube ever coming in visual range of the masked man and his astromech, it is detected and recorded by the recon drone unnoticed. The astromech receives the information at the same time as the man and he makes a suggestive nod to the droid.
"We seem to trapped and the party ahead doesn't seem intent on providing a warm welcome. So, let us retract the Bishop and send forward the Rook."
As it comes into visual sight and the unknown element approaches and spots them, they simply pretend that they have yet to spot the incoming transit tube. The astromech increases the speed of the transit. Then they jump off the back.
OOC: apologies for the delay.
As he examines the blocked hallway, he sighs. The astromech comments on the situation, confirming what the man is already thinking. It would seem to would be forced to use the transit system.
"It seems we have no other choice, I would have preferred a more silent approach and walking the distance might take too long. In any case, lets double back"
They hurry back to the transit system and board a transport. "Alright plug in and get us moving, but lets take it slow. I'll link you to the recon droid, it should make navigation easier in case of any obstacles."