Post by Al-pocalypse on Jan 21, 2016 11:46:58 GMT
Actually already think it will make a good log post, no matter what the outcome of Asp+6 rail guns is. This is a starter, I'll write the rest after seeing what actually happens this evening. I'll also sort out the dialogue into the more normal format in the next draft.
++++Commander's log. Al-pocalupse. Crown and Anchor... Rail Guns++++
Well, you see, it all started when I found this great chappy at Daishal [sp?] Orbital this evening. He said that he had, very foolishly, bought more stock than he could fit in his cargo hold and was therefore willing to give me a great rate on a crate of extremely good booze and throw some spare weapons into the bargin!
Great I thought, this really had the makings of a spectacularly good evening, especially as my new friends at IPEC had entered a civil war with Empire Pact and wanted all the help they could get in the fight. I don't think Souvanier was so impressed though, at least if the comms recording is anything to go by:
Al-pocalypse: "Hey, look what I've found at the station!"
Souvarine: "A crate full of empty bottles? Will you please stop jettisoning cargo at us?"
Al-poc: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to, just every switch looks the same after a crate full of fortified wine."
Dexter Vex: "That's a Port excuse."
[Radio silence]
Al-poc: "No, that's the right switch, these."
Sou: "Great, so the drunken madman now has enough firepower to vaporise a minor planet. Vex, you're a Baron, can't you have a word with station authorities about allowing him access to the armoury?
Vex: "What? And spoil the fun? Al, there is an Empire Pact Clipper over there, do you want to test out your new toys?"
Well, you see the thing is, the actual thing is, I know it sounds silly now, but I didn't realise quite how much damage six rail guns would deal or how much heat they'd actually produce.
Vex: "Three shots? You certainly Clipped his wings. Al?"
Al-poc: "Oh shit! Shit! Shit! I'm on fire! The ship's on fire! The fire's on fire! Everything’s on fire!"
Sou: "Throw some liquid on it; I'm sure you've got plenty of board."
Al-poc: "Arrrrgh! Now drinks' cabinet is on fire! Help!"
Ronnie Kane: *sighs* "Al-poc, turn your emergency life support on then open your airlock."
Al-poc: "Ahh, phew. Thank you. Say that was fun, what next?"
Sou: "Trigger, you are flying a ship that is still distributing its partially molten hull across my freshly polished canopy, you are only surviving on emergency life support and you want to continue shooting things? Tell me, were you born mad, achieve madness or have alcohol thrust madness upon you?"
Well at this point, I fell it would be foolish to argue, so I targeted a passing Eagle, which crumpled after the first round. This seemed to impress Vexter and mildly annoy Submarine. Then, well, it seems that my emergency life support caught fire and I had to scarper back to the station.
Unfortunately the station wouldn't let me relaunch in my ship, apparently it was a "health and safety write-off" and they charged me 10 000 credits to repair, insisting that I replace some of the rail guns with beam lasers... I mean really, do they think I'm that irresponsible? Some people are no fun.
++++Commander's log. Al-pocalupse. Crown and Anchor... Rail Guns++++
Well, you see, it all started when I found this great chappy at Daishal [sp?] Orbital this evening. He said that he had, very foolishly, bought more stock than he could fit in his cargo hold and was therefore willing to give me a great rate on a crate of extremely good booze and throw some spare weapons into the bargin!
Great I thought, this really had the makings of a spectacularly good evening, especially as my new friends at IPEC had entered a civil war with Empire Pact and wanted all the help they could get in the fight. I don't think Souvanier was so impressed though, at least if the comms recording is anything to go by:
Al-pocalypse: "Hey, look what I've found at the station!"
Souvarine: "A crate full of empty bottles? Will you please stop jettisoning cargo at us?"
Al-poc: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to, just every switch looks the same after a crate full of fortified wine."
Dexter Vex: "That's a Port excuse."
[Radio silence]
Al-poc: "No, that's the right switch, these."
Sou: "Great, so the drunken madman now has enough firepower to vaporise a minor planet. Vex, you're a Baron, can't you have a word with station authorities about allowing him access to the armoury?
Vex: "What? And spoil the fun? Al, there is an Empire Pact Clipper over there, do you want to test out your new toys?"
Well, you see the thing is, the actual thing is, I know it sounds silly now, but I didn't realise quite how much damage six rail guns would deal or how much heat they'd actually produce.
Vex: "Three shots? You certainly Clipped his wings. Al?"
Al-poc: "Oh shit! Shit! Shit! I'm on fire! The ship's on fire! The fire's on fire! Everything’s on fire!"
Sou: "Throw some liquid on it; I'm sure you've got plenty of board."
Al-poc: "Arrrrgh! Now drinks' cabinet is on fire! Help!"
Ronnie Kane: *sighs* "Al-poc, turn your emergency life support on then open your airlock."
Al-poc: "Ahh, phew. Thank you. Say that was fun, what next?"
Sou: "Trigger, you are flying a ship that is still distributing its partially molten hull across my freshly polished canopy, you are only surviving on emergency life support and you want to continue shooting things? Tell me, were you born mad, achieve madness or have alcohol thrust madness upon you?"
Well at this point, I fell it would be foolish to argue, so I targeted a passing Eagle, which crumpled after the first round. This seemed to impress Vexter and mildly annoy Submarine. Then, well, it seems that my emergency life support caught fire and I had to scarper back to the station.
Unfortunately the station wouldn't let me relaunch in my ship, apparently it was a "health and safety write-off" and they charged me 10 000 credits to repair, insisting that I replace some of the rail guns with beam lasers... I mean really, do they think I'm that irresponsible? Some people are no fun.
