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Lachlan was taken to the medbay in a bit of a daze, his sense of self slowly returning. Once he arrived, he gave a wave to the new comrade who had done so, a fairly airy, out-of-sorts wave. Maybe the person saw it, maybe he didn't. All Lachlan knew in his pain-killer besotted mind was that...

Hennessey's mind swam unawares for a time. The length of his sojourn from reality he could not tell. One moment he had been ducking for cover, then next ... well, he still hadn't quite caught up with what had happened. The all-too-green Technician couldn't figure out where he was. Slowly his...

Henessey was a moment delayed in catching up with the group as he stowed his repair gear. Rushing through the process, he hefted his weapon and rejoined the party as it made its way forwards. Ever mindful of his status as a junior and someone who should keep his repair role foremost in mind...

On the other hand, we still have new "anti-fleet" weapons using black holes. Now, it may be feasible, but lets be honest, this takes play-balance out behind the woodshed. But then, perhaps thats just me; I always abhored super-weapons in RTS games after all.

Fingers strumming the field repair kit strapped to his armour, Technician Henessey inobtrusively moved closer to Daduar. He dared not speak up in the presence of a superior officer. All the same, he still hoped to catch somebody's eye. Scorched and penetrated armour? Nothing a little...

Technician Henessey eased up from his position in the middle of the formation and snorted in bemusement. So the enemy had cleared off just as Lachlan had shown up? Wryly remembering his old instructor's voice, he repeated to himself: 'Combat is 90% boredom, 10% sheerest terror." So far it...

Sorry about the lack of postage people; we had a sudden loss of internet as the house transfers from dial-up to broadband. Give me a fortnight, give or take a couple days, and I'll be back in the proper swing of things. Hate being a fly in the ointment ^^;

Looking around warily at the suddenly too-quiet battlefield, Lachlan approached his commander. A rifle was cradled in the arms of his armour suit, which he kept safed and pointed down. He was understanably reluctant to speak up to someone whose paygrade was miles beyond his own. Still, he had...

"Aye aye," answered Lachlan as he raced off for the rear armour hanger bays to suit up. He just left his gear tied down next to the harnass of his Phalanx armour suit, entering the suit with a purpose. When you got right down to it, Lachlan wasn't a leader, but, despite an irreverent and...

Motto: "Always first to the breach"

He couldn't help but be torn between frustration and amusement at Suzi's indecisive suggestions to suit up. Santo Hei's are paid to follow orders, not make them up. "Why are you asking me what I wanna do?" asked Lachlan of Suzi. "I'm a Technician, I fix what you put in front of me," he asked...

"Only four other people aboard?" Lachlan blinked a couple times. "Playing a little fast and loose are we?" No wonder everything had seemed so quiet. He was on a ghost ship! With the Captain off the ship as well, no less. Lachlan guessed he'd have to wait to report in to his new commander...

'Ah, AIs,' thought Lachlan to himself, 'noble little creatures.' With a smile he straightened up for his first encounter aboard his new home. "Hallo, Technician Lachlan Henessey, looking for a place to report in and stow my gear." He kept his smile broad and his face open, determined to put...

Quite. Any lawyer worth their salt is capable of making the most forthright witness look like a witless liar or the most unscruplous bastard look like a saint. To hinge innocence or guilt on the word of witnesses is not just foolhardy but unsavoury. Rely on the physical evidence, gathered...

Perhaps, but such a system is almost certain to fall prey to the "slippery slope" slope meme. Unless precise and strict guidelines are drawn up for such application, law enforcement and the judiciary would be ever pushing the boundaries of what is "beyond doubt" and therefore bypassing trials...

A late-running replenishment shuttle made its lonely way through the emptiness of space. The shell of the shuttle was roasting in the direct, unblinking gaze of Bowhordia's sun. Soon, though, it came out of the void, and alongside the YSS Mikomi in low orbit. A short while later, a brown...

Sounds interesting, Sypher. As for how, well, with some replacements on an incoming supply ship, or maybe Bat Utility Belt? >.>? I'd best read the mission thread and I'll see if I can think of something halfway plausible.

Scribbles: Sounds like just the ticket. Whats it called?

Well we certainly wouldn't freeze research, but at the same time there's no need to have a veritable arms race. Too little change and there is stagnation, but too much and everything is cinders. No reason either for all design and research to aim purely at new guns and new armour...

Tyler: Ah... well, lets let that sleeping dog lie, then. Kiyoko: Thanks for the advice :) Well, I'd be able to get Saturdays and parts of Sundays but alas, no, I'm out the door by 7am and back by 7pm most days so it seems fate didn't have Friday JP sessions in mind for me. Ah well, we...