I know the setting is not as well-defined as I'd like, so
use this thread to ask questions, make suggestions, whatever. On my
part, I'll post some vignettes, make up some sample characters, things
like that. Hopefully we'll meet in the middle.
Don't forget the Megan Space "bible", either: [Ed: said "bible" moved
about one year later; it's now on my wiki.]
Shadow, on :
Dock 14 was a ring, 100m in diameter, surrounded by a tall
concrete wall. Several ramps climbed to the rim, with the double purpose
to allow access and to host the pipes that evacuated the engine exhaust
from ships as they took off or landed.
There was a vessel inside, too, shaped like a big T sitting horizontally
on insect-like legs. The long, ridged cylinder of a torch drive ended
in the armored sphere of a starship-grade power plant. The wide,
aerodynamic front section was attached to the same via a short neck, and
complex rigging on both sides supported the atmospheric engines as well
as the hyper nacelles. All in all, a fairly typical Terran freighter -
or so it seemed.
Captain Heberhegeck stood on the lowered main elevator, looking up at
the looming hull of his ship. He was fairly typical too - for a Kinac.
In fact, a Terran would have described him as a cross between a Grizzly
bear and a sea lion: a squat bipedal with a thick fur and lots of
muscle. He didn't have much in the way of a neck, but he did have
closeable nostrils (several of them) and big round eyes that sparkled
with intelligence. His uniform consisted of an utility belt, shoulder
straps... and an attitude.
Shadow, on :
Motors whirred, and a shadow covered the sun.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
The man at the table looked up slowly. His gaze climbed over a thin
body, mostly covered in a powered exoskeleton. The woman wearing it was
of average height, with pale white skin and a kind of brutish beauty.
Her head was covered in an open-faced helmet from which cables flowed
neatly down to a raised shoulder pad: a Cyblan, and a radical one at
that.
She sat without an invitation, and crossed her bare forearms on the
table, one lined with the chrome of hydraulics, the other covered in an
ellaborate tatoo.
"I'm Joanna," she offered, "and I've just landed."
She pointed her chin at the spaceport gate, a quarter-klick away. The
restaurant was halfway between it and the base of the mountain. The
tables were on the outside, arranged so that the constant wind would
carry away most smells and sounds from one of them. The good will to
tolerate the presence and habits of other species needed help sometimes.
The man sighed softly. He was short but muscular, dressed in large, airy
clothes, with a heavy-looking utility belt. Joanna had obviously gotten
his attention, yet his eyes remained distant and dreamy. A Mythian, she
realized. That must be it. He resembled a human so much, it was hard to
believe they shared less than one percent of their respective DNA.
"Do you believe in fate, Joanna?" He asked suddenly. The medallion he
wore around the neck translated to the Spacer dialect she had just used,
and the synthetic voice mixed with his own, creating an eerie effect.
Normal space acceleration: 9g/12g (with a full/empty cargo bay)
Hyperspace speed: ~36000c (one 100ly jump every 24hours)
Landing: can land on Earth-sized planets provided there's a large body of water
Defenses: magnetic fields/deflector shields/superconductive armor
Ofenses: 8x50MW laser arrays (technically point-defense lasers, but they're good enough for punching holes in pirate ships)
Special equipment: teleporters? shuttles? lifeboats?
*** It's not quite finished yet, BTW. ***
Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 10/16/2010 02:59AM by Shadow.
