MODERATION: Esponer, come on... I know you're gonna research your shield enhancement sufficient time, it's just too strong. It's all agreeable, except for:
The graviton membrane is not so much a "layer" as it is a "region" around the ship. In this region, motion is disturbed. Mass weapons will be reduced to less than a 10th of their original speed as it passes through this small region. This could provide the ship some time to escape (the slower the projectile already was, the better that will work.) For mass weapons that rely entirely on their velocity for damage (railguns), this is able to almost completely nullify the damage.
Specify how close or far the region is from the standard shields of the ship. Even though the Technology of the mechanism is feasible, it'll take a lot longer to develop it as you say.
Low yield warheads are disrupted by the gravetic disruptions the membrane causes. Any warhead that deals less than 75 energy or mass damage (it doesn't matter which, take your largest figure) will be disabled by the membrane.
Decide! Either the region takes damage and completely blocks the shields from energy, or it takes 50 energy damage off. I'll also allow it to lower (by detonating away from the shields) the damage done by strand energy secondaries, like SAD's, SAE's, and anything based on the same idea. Can't make it too good.
OOC: Sorry to just pop up like this, and sorry esponer, but I am a mod.(Im on a PC, and have no access to a map, bear with me.. please... CRIES PLEASE!!!) Oh, and I have written in months, this won't be my best. ALSO- If it's OK with UE Admiral, I'll delete this post, and I'll play as the Strandless and South Tip Renegades (since they're so small, I'll merge them.) If not, this post stands.
"What do you mean you don't have enough credits?!" A heavily tatooed Redchigh exclaims..
"Well when I hired you as an escort, I espected the price of medical goods to be higher than they are... my profits aren't what I expected..."
Io stared down the meek human... He was telling the truth, the price of meds was down...
"How much you got?"
"Only 15."
"15,000 credits? That's not even half of your offer! I came with you expecting 45! "
"You know I couldn't help it, its not my fault! There's been an unexpected-"
"I don't care! You owe me 45,000!"
An uneasy silence settled between the trader and his escort.. "Fine. Give me 15,000, and your ship..."
"But that's all I have!"
"I'll give you a crescent fighter to get home in, give me money and the key-card."
The small human hands over a small chip and a pile of credits.. Io counts it, pockets the card, and yells at the human "Get out of my sight. I'll be back later."
Io stood up and walked across the bar, taking in the unique aroma of alcohol and blood that was the signature of bars in Human Renegade Space...
"Give me your strongest liquor."
Io knocked back the shot glass, and leaned back.
He woke up several hours later in an alley. He took a second, dusted himself off, and ran back to the bar. He lept over the bar and dove for the bartender, knocking him to the floor and putting his Boot to the bartender's chest. "What was in my drink?"
the "I don't know." was barely audible as the boot beared down on his chest.
"I don't have a problem with killing you. Tell me. If I don't get it from you I can figure it out."
"Some little weak human bribed me to lace your drink.. Then he and a large man drug you out of the bar. I don't want any problems, I just have to run a business.."
Io pulled his boot off his chest... then kicked him in the side, knocking the bartender a few feet. Io then realized the whole bar was staring at him. "The punk owed me money."
The whole bar accepted this as fact and understood. There are no debts in a renegade bar.
Io reached for his card-key in his pocket to find the dock of the freightor... The Key's gone... and so's the cash.. The key to his personal lazira is even gone! "That ***** will die... " Io muttered, as he headed back to the bar counter. The bartender, in a quite submissive mood, offered Io a drink. "You drink it." The bartender then passed out from the mickey in the drink... "Figures." Io just left, as he just had an idea. He glances all of a sudden, and realizes the bar's almost empty. He runs outside, and there are flashing lights everywhere. "The renegades are under attack, I repeat, The renegades are under attack!"
Io shrugged, until he thought of the fact the renegade leader might be in need of an experianced warship pilot...
He walked to a transponder booth, and wrote a message to the leader...
Message to Human Renegade leader
From- Street Transponder eh3lt59jwAs-Bin
I'm a mercenary that's seen my share of battle.... I assure you, if you give me a chance to prove myself in battle, you won't be dissappointed. Reply by 8:00PM tonight, or I'll be gone.
~Just call me Io.
End
"The captain is no doubt long gone by now..." Io mumbled as he made his way to a local sleeptower to wait for a response by the renegade leader...He quickly forgot his original idea..
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(This message has been edited by -REDCHIGH- (edited 12-11-2002).)
(This message has been edited by -REDCHIGH- (edited 12-11-2002).)
I tried to describe it as best as I could, since the Zidagar aren't supposed to know what they are, and without knowing what it is actually supposed to look like it was a little difficult. Anyways, I'll try to post this as best as possible, keeping to what you said your ships would do. Your shipcount should have three aradas less, as I destroyed three. I started with 25zidaras and 15z.fighters, but I lost four fighters.