Hello, my name is Charles

by on October 11, 2015 at 12:01 am
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There was another use for Pre-Contact projectiles. A particularly ruthless warship commander could stay outside conventional rocket range and fire the projectiles at stationary targets. Planets or space stations are examples of this. Accuracy was the common problem of these “bombardment” tactics though, and “accidentally” blowing up a civilian compound was a particularly bad way to get oneself declared persona non grata from any civilized star system. Therefore the most effective tactic against prepared planetary defenses was also the most dangerous to use as it was never officially sanctioned by any major government.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on October 10, 2015 at 12:01 am
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We live in a spiral galaxy. The galactic arms spiral around the core, spreading out the further away they get. And the stars filling those arms make interstellar travel possible. Literally. We couldn’t do it without them. Think about it. Yeah, you see what I did there, don’t you? Heh. The serious point is, it’s the gravitic pull of the stars that makes hyperspace work. It’s like on Earth. You can travel from Old Japan to America in a rowboat if you find the current. That’s hyperspace. We follow the currents. But there are no currents to follow when you leave the stars behind.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on October 9, 2015 at 12:01 am
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The end of Twilight’s season three became a virtual tour of Los Angeles and Hollywood, filmed on location with real residents becoming extras in most scenes. The finale was a running battle from the Hollywood Walk of Fame to the Queen Mary. Ending on the edge of the physical and cybernetic landscapes, the gang tried to stop both the Rogue AI and the terrorists from completing their missions. They stopped the Salafis and captured their rolodex of other terrorist cells, but the Rogue AI managed to deploy it’s computer virus before escaping into the unregulated Pacific network. The season ended with Los Angeles itself fading to black, one block at a time.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on October 8, 2015 at 12:01 am
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The primary weakness of projectiles in combat was that they were fired in a certain direction at a certain speed and their ability to modify either course or speed was limited. All a warship had to do was maneuver away from their projected course and it would never have to worry about being hit. That meant warships had to fire at short range to stop the enemy from having time to maneuver away. Most Pre-Contact space combat was a matter of tanks at ten paces blazing away at each other in hopes of cracking enemy armor for the lasers to burn away before being cracked themselves.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on October 7, 2015 at 12:01 am
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I grew up near a small town. I went into town every day to go to school. I partied with the townsfolk and all the farm kids in the area. I don’t remember ever being alone as a kid. Yeah, my house was on a lake, and there weren’t any other houses within sight, and I liked that. But civilization was a few minutes away. I’ve gotten used to being a few days away from civilization now that I travel the star lanes, but that did not prepare me for leaving the very stars behind. Life outside the arms of the galaxy is…truly and completely isolating.

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