@Meg: I thought you said that you wanted to wait (or that's what I took "not wanting to blow your load" to mean). I'll do it in the AM, as I'm getting ready for sleep.
Also, still want to lynch Anak but will review tomorrow.
Fwiw, I asked bur about it because of a conversation we once had about IRL mafia and the importance of timing
I expected him to have something, but I think IRL timing reads are more a micro/hesitations thing than a macro/gameflow thing and it's not like bur has his finger on the pulse of the game regardless of his alignment
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Also modgaming Bur setups is kind of treading down a dark path
If you are Town, Bur, you did a disservice to us, what with your inability or refusal to contribute combined with your defeatist attitude. I firmly believe you to be Scum, but in the off-chance you are Town, at least we're eliminating a scummy distraction. Plus we will learn a TON from your flip.
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That's pretty embarrassing/upsetting if it is indeed a lynch. Bur has barely done anything all game, and no one could even be bothered to present an actual case. Just pure laziness. If he/she is scum you guys just got lucky, pure and simple.
That's pretty embarrassing/upsetting if it is indeed a lynch. Bur has barely done anything all game, and no one could even be bothered to present an actual case. Just pure laziness. If he/she is scum you guys just got lucky, pure and simple.
I guess we can evaluate this post after Bur's alignment is known.
I forget, is he the person that claimed Bodyguard earlier? Or was that someone else?
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That's pretty embarrassing/upsetting if it is indeed a lynch. Bur has barely done anything all game, and no one could even be bothered to present an actual case. Just pure laziness. If he/she is scum you guys just got lucky, pure and simple.
I guess we can evaluate this post after Bur's alignment is known.
I forget, is he the person that claimed Bodyguard earlier? Or was that someone else?
What does it matter? If TIM is a wolf, he already knows Bur's alignment. I will say it is consistent with TIM's viewpoint of the game, the tone feels off but I think it's NAI.
That's pretty embarrassing/upsetting if it is indeed a lynch. Bur has barely done anything all game, and no one could even be bothered to present an actual case. Just pure laziness. If he/she is scum you guys just got lucky, pure and simple.
Uh, no, it's not lucky at all. It is his own fault if he just got mislynched. I mean, I'm sure there's Scum on the wagon, and we will evaluate that regardless of flip, but it is what it is.
That's pretty embarrassing/upsetting if it is indeed a lynch. Bur has barely done anything all game, and no one could even be bothered to present an actual case. Just pure laziness. If he/she is scum you guys just got lucky, pure and simple.
I guess we can evaluate this post after Bur's alignment is known.
I forget, is he the person that claimed Bodyguard earlier? Or was that someone else?
It's hard not to get incredibly annoyed when you wake up to see someone lynched when there clearly wasn't a strong case. I've been saying this for ages. I mean sure, he/she played a poor game but the mislynch is the fault of a bunch of people who completely overlooked that the defeatism wasn't alignment indicative and weren't even willing to present an actual case, despite my repeated protestations. Manders in particular has been a huge obstacle to actual, real behavioral analysis, what with imploring people to vote Bur over and over without even being able to make a logical argument as to why. It's even more frustrating because I think she's more than likely town.
I do not and will never understand the self vote if you are town. So, Bur, if you are Town, you suck.
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It's hard not to get incredibly annoyed when you wake up to see someone lynched when there clearly wasn't a strong case. I've been saying this for ages. I mean sure, he/she played a poor game but the mislynch is the fault of a bunch of people who completely overlooked that the defeatism wasn't alignment indicative and weren't even willing to present an actual case, despite my repeated protestations. Manders in particular has been a huge obstacle to actual, real behavioral analysis, what with imploring people to vote Bur over and over without even being able to make a logical argument as to why. It's even more frustrating because I think she's more than likely town.
I'd lynch him again.
Let's be honest here TIM: The big three points for him being a wolf were 1. No conscious effort. 2. No attempt to try and solve the game and then 3. Defeatism. Pressure shifted off of him and still nothing happened. You could dismiss all three of those points if Bur was under pressure 24/7 since the thread began. But he chose to do nothing. Even if he dodged it today, are you going to tell me he doesn't POE short of a peek or vig shot in the night?
I'd ******* do it again. It's easy to catch, and townies should never be in that mindset.
As much as I didn't care for Bur's apathy and posts, I'm flabbergasted that his self vote was immediately met with a hammer. Manders, I've come around on you being town, but for real you elect to end the day like that?! Come on. We need to talk about ending the day, because doing it off hand is not a town action, no matter what the flip comes up.
As much as I didn't care for Bur's apathy and posts, I'm flabbergasted that his self vote was immediately met with a hammer. Manders, I've come around on you being town, but for real you elect to end the day like that?! Come on. We need to talk about ending the day, because doing it off hand is not a town action, no matter what the flip comes up.
Selfvote = auto lynch.
(In 2015 Invitational, I did it because I knew it would get people to town read me).
As much as I didn't care for Bur's apathy and posts, I'm flabbergasted that his self vote was immediately met with a hammer. Manders, I've come around on you being town, but for real you elect to end the day like that?! Come on. We need to talk about ending the day, because doing it off hand is not a town action, no matter what the flip comes up.
No we don't need to discuss anything else. The Day has been stagnant for far too long as it is. More discussion at this point would only help Scum. At this point in the Day, we need to end the day, get a flip, and work from that Tonight.
So I'm in favor of me just reading the second half of the game and not grinding out analysis on everything, but rather, giving end impressions afterwards. If anyone objects, speak now so I can crush your hopes and dreams.
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It has been stagnant, but a simple "intent to hammer" post gives people a little bit of time to bring anything else up that can't wait. I'm not saying you should have waited very long, but I don't like that you unilaterally made that call.
It has been stagnant, but a simple "intent to hammer" post gives people a little bit of time to bring anything else up that can't wait. I'm not saying you should have waited very long, but I don't like that you unilaterally made that call.
It has been stagnant, but a simple "intent to hammer" post gives people a little bit of time to bring anything else up that can't wait. I'm not saying you should have waited very long, but I don't like that you unilaterally made that call.
It has been stagnant, but a simple "intent to hammer" post gives people a little bit of time to bring anything else up that can't wait. I'm not saying you should have waited very long, but I don't like that you unilaterally made that call.
I don't like that you don't like this.
This.
But, really, think about it. If anyone had anything else they wanted to discusss, they've had the last several RL days to bring it up. There is nothing left to discuss. (Plus, Az is being nice enough to give us this time, RIGHT NOW, to make any final statements.)
I'd want him to talk about where he's at, I'd want to see what mindset that vote came from. Heck, I'd even like him to give some top reads, because a self vote is a giant red flag of not enjoying the game, which I don't actually believe is alignment indicative, or even a hard scum tell.
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I'd want him to talk about where he's at, I'd want to see what mindset that vote came from. Heck, I'd even like him to give some top reads, because a self vote is a giant red flag of not enjoying the game, which I don't actually believe is alignment indicative, or even a hard scum tell.
Self-voting is very alignment-indicative (with exceptions, I guess). It serves to stymie discussion which allows caught scum to end the day and reduce the risk of outing his or her buddies with additional discussion.
Let's be honest here TIM: The big three points for him being a wolf were 1. No conscious effort. 2. No attempt to try and solve the game and then 3. Defeatism. Pressure shifted off of him and still nothing happened. You could dismiss all three of those points if Bur was under pressure 24/7 since the thread began. But he chose to do nothing. Even if he dodged it today, are you going to tell me he doesn't POE short of a peek or vig shot in the night?
I'd ******* do it again. It's easy to catch, and townies should never be in that mindset.
I don't condone not trying, but it isn't a scumtell. Calling defeatism a scumtell is woefully simplistic, and in this case it made total sense for Bur to act in a defeatist manner given the aforementioned not trying. He/she could have perked up later when there's more going on and the game is easier to get your teeth into. Your point might make a shred of sense if there weren't other players in the game who had committed real honest to god scumtells. But there were plenty of them.
I don't like this because if I had seen Bur's self vote before the hammer I would have asked him about it.
Your entire objection is now disingenuous because nothing stopped you from doing this. This 100% reads as you objecting just to seem Townier on principle alone. Whether he flips Town or Scum, you're highly suspect Tomorrow.
What do you mean nothing stopped me from doing this? You did! Maybe you misunderstood, I specifically wanted to ask about his self vote!
I get it, town should never self vote, but hammering him because of it feels like a policy lynch instead of a read lynch.
What do you mean nothing stopped me from doing this? You did! Maybe you misunderstood, I specifically wanted to ask about his self vote!
I get it, town should never self vote, but hammering him because of it feels like a policy lynch instead of a read lynch.
Bull*****. You have had 9 hours since he self-voted to ask him and you never did. So I don't believe you are actually upset about this because YOU HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED.
@Manders: there were three hours between when Bur self voted and when you hammered him, and those hours coincide with 0400-0700 my time, which is time I happen to be sleeping. There's no point to asking now, because he's already a dead man and any response is tainted.
@Manders: there were three hours between when Bur self voted and when you hammered him, and those hours coincide with 0400-0700 my time, which is time I happen to be sleeping. There's no point to asking now, because he's already a dead man and any response is tainted.
Why is it tainted if he's Town?
Answer: it's not. Nice to know you already know he's Scum.
The shock of the initial attack gave way to action. Firearms sprang from holsters. Non-combatants dove for cover. In the dark beyond the reach of the freighter's running lights, shadowy figures moved, illuminated only in fits and starts by muzzle blasts.
Overhead, the freight began to hum to life. A humble, boxy craft, it was non-descript, utilitarian, no different from a hundred thousand other tramp freighters plying the starways - by all appearances. But not all was quite as it seemed.
Hatches on the underbelly and sides of the freighter suddenly jettisoned in concert. An array of stubby barrels poked forth, and erupted into a riot of fury, melting metal and flesh alike amongst the government forces. Under the cover of the guns, someone managed to activate the freight lift, and the survivors ascended into the ship's belly.
Amidst the chaos, was Lionel Gantry. A veteran of both the underground and a former, low level member of the Earth Authority Military police. The interior of the freighter matched its outward appearance. Dirty, claustrophic, weathered, and dimly lit. Now it was also filled with the stench of charred flesh and the cries of the wounded. Lionel sprang into action, relying on his basic first aid training. First, triage. Checking each survivor one by one, identifying the most severely wounded. Sending the worst off to the large compartment that was quickly designated as an impromptu first aid center.
Abruptly, the main thrusters roared to life, and electro-magnetic rails propelled the ship forward in a rapid burst of speed. Everything, and everyone unsecured on the ship was thrown violently, and pressed against the bulkheads through the force of the acceleration. The harsh, rocky terrain of Echo Prime gave way to the fire and fury of its ascent through atmosphere, and then gradually, to the blackness and soft light of space.
Again, Lionel took charge of the situation, helping to interview and escort the survivors. Eventually, only one was left, a thin man with a professional, military bearing, walking with a limp. Lionel took an arm, and began helping him to his quarters.
They were only halfway there when the ship's intercom crackled. "We have government cutters on an inbound course. Secure yourselves and prepare for evasive manuevers." Lionel grimaced, and shuffled down the long corridor faster.
At the door to the passenger quarters, he was met by a handful of grim faces.
"Corporal Gantry, of the Earth Authority Military Police, I presume?"
Lionel stared back with a level look. "Hey, I was up-front about my history before I ever joined the Rebellion, and that was a long time ago. I-"
He was interrupted by a shove, staggering both him and the thin man he was carrying to his knees. He shrugged the wounded man off his shoulders. "Now hold on just a-" This time, he was met by a booted foot across the face.
His fists doubling up, he caught his attacker in the groin, once, twice, three times, and the man went down, hard, holding himself. But three others moved to surround him. And the blows began raining down, from one side, and then another, and another. Then, suddenly, the world flipped end on end. Sirens wailed, and the starfield outside the portholes gyrated wildly. Amidst the chaos of flailing limbs, Lionel tried to seize his chance to make a break. But something was holding his foot, in an implacable grip. He turned his head to look, preparing to kick his way free - and stared into the barrel of a pistol, held by the man with the limp. His expression twisted into one of despair, and fear. And then his head disintegrated, and his world abruptly ended.
Name: Lionel Gantry
Alignment: Town
Dossier - You are one of the rebels' weapons specialists. Your specialties are bending joints, and protecting your comrades, no matter the costs.
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Official Vote Count:
Bur- GJ, shadow, Anak, seppel, Todeck, Iso, DV, Bur, Manders
Tom- Wildfire, Cyan
Anak-Cythare
GJ - TheIceMan, tom
Sir Chris- Axelrod
WF - Sir Chris
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Official Empowerment Count:
DV- Manders, Cyan, Seppel, Shadow, Tordeck
Seppel- Sir Chris, DV
Axelrod- GJ, Theiceman
Sir Chris- Iso, Cythare
TheIceMan-Wildfire, Axelrod, Bur
Wildfire- Tom
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The Q-ship Circe hurtled away from Echo Prime, clearing the stratoshere. Aboard the bridge, Captain Ulysses grimaced at the HUD, as five pinpricks of red light converged upon the green marker representing their position. Four ships identified as cutters, lightly armed patrol-craft, and coming up behind them a larger mother-ship, an Earth Authority frigate. The smallest class of capital ship in the Earth Authority fleet, and 1/4 of the size of Circe, but a purpose-built warship from bow to stern.
Circe might have a few tricks up her sleeve, but like the British Q-ships of WWI from which she drew inspiration, she relied more upon trickery and surprise than brute force. Her hull was standard plating for a freighter, not the armored plate of a space combatant. The laser armament she had used to cover their breakaway was effective at point-blank ranges, but could never compete with the range of missile combatants. To survive this, they'd need more than brute force. Typing furiously into his hand-held, he made some rapid mathematical calculations, then grunted.
"Helm, bring us into orbit of Echo Prime, maximum acceleration. I want to build our velocity to max before we slingshot out of orbit, and I don't want them to know our exit vector until the last possible moment. The less time they have to adjust their intercept vectors, the better."
"Yes sir. Enemy combatants in missile range in nine minutes."
The captain keyed the comm. "We have government cutters on an inbound course. Secure yourselves and prepare for evasive manuevers."
The range between the combatants closed. Still, Circe continued her circuit around the planet. "Sir, enemy combatants are about to enter missile range. Orders?"
"Steady as she goes, Helm." Ulysses replied calmly. A long-time smuggler, Ulysses was one of the most trusted ship-handlers the Rebellion could call upon, and this was far from his first run-in with the Earth Authority.
"Sir, the cutters are demanding that we surrender. Any reply?"
"Helm, course change. Take us on a bearing 5 degrees off the star's corona."
The helmsman keyed it in, then swallowed slowly as the mathematics scrolled across his screen. "Sir, if we hold that course..."
Ulysses smiled grimly. "Helm, we're going through hell and back. Best you sit back and enjoy the ride. It might well be Circe's last."
The helmsman let out a breath. "Engaging now. Brace yourselves."
Abruptly, Circe careened out of orbit, the sudden shift in g-forces pressing the crew back hard into their seats. Echo's Prime's red dwarf sun now loomed almost directly ahead.
"Missile contact in two minutes, sir."
"Deploy all counter-measures at ten second mark, tactical."
"Sir, the cutters are altering trajectory ten degrees relative to us, keeping their distance from the corona."
"If we survive this volley, then we'll have bought ourselves some time. Do your best, tactical."
The missiles closed. From the underbelly of circle, an array of electronic jammers, warheads, and counter-missiles emerged.
In a sudden rush, all but a single warhead vanished off the display.
Ulysses said nothing, but his knuckles grew white on the armrests of his chair. Then - shockwaves rocked Circe, and alarms chimed frantically.
"James, how bad?"
"Looks like the lasers clipped it before the detonation got to optimal striking range - received X-ray laser hits on the stern cargo hold and passenger sections, penetrated all the way through and out the hull again, venting a lot of atmosphere throughout the ship. We're going to need to evac those sections and cut O-2 to the passageways, use airlocks and suits to get around."
"See to it, James. Helm, at 1426 hours, change course along this heading. That should slingshot us around the sun on a vector where the frigate can't catch us. Then proceed to these coordinates via FTL drive when we've cleared the gravity well. And keep those to yourself. Tactical, you're in charge. I'm going to suit up and go brief our new guests."
Striding quickly to the bridge airlock hatch, Ulysses keyed open the door, and stepped inside. The door hissed shut behind him. He glanced at the sole other occupant, and moved towards the lockers, filled with vac-suits and air tanks. "We have a lot of to talk about, but I want to speak to everyone as a group, first. I'm worried we've been compromised. They knew we were coming, and they didn't try all that hard to position their ships on a good intercept course. And the e-warfare on those missiles looked bugged to me. There may be operatives on board as well. Bet they'd love to get our hands on these materials and the lab location."
He turned, and his mouth snapped shut. "Well. I see I was right," he said sardonically. They were his last words. A small caliber laser caught him between the eyes.
Sir Chris
Name: Erther Ulysses
Alignment: Town
Dossier: Captain of the freighter, bound to take the Rebels to their secret location. Privileged with the navigational coordinates of some of the Rebels' most secret bases, you are one of the most senior Rebel officials on this mission.
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I believe that is a lynch.
If you are Town, Bur, you did a disservice to us, what with your inability or refusal to contribute combined with your defeatist attitude. I firmly believe you to be Scum, but in the off-chance you are Town, at least we're eliminating a scummy distraction. Plus we will learn a TON from your flip.
Anyone still needing to empower others should have already done so, but should do so asap.
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I guess we can evaluate this post after Bur's alignment is known.
I forget, is he the person that claimed Bodyguard earlier? Or was that someone else?
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1-4 or 1-14
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But prefer no 1.
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Disagree.
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The GJ way path to no lynching:
What does it matter? If TIM is a wolf, he already knows Bur's alignment. I will say it is consistent with TIM's viewpoint of the game, the tone feels off but I think it's NAI.
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Yes, he is.
I can't wait to see you bring it if he is. At least you'll finally be doing something.
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I'd lynch him again.
Let's be honest here TIM: The big three points for him being a wolf were 1. No conscious effort. 2. No attempt to try and solve the game and then 3. Defeatism. Pressure shifted off of him and still nothing happened. You could dismiss all three of those points if Bur was under pressure 24/7 since the thread began. But he chose to do nothing. Even if he dodged it today, are you going to tell me he doesn't POE short of a peek or vig shot in the night?
I'd ******* do it again. It's easy to catch, and townies should never be in that mindset.
The GJ way path to no lynching:
Selfvote = auto lynch.
(In 2015 Invitational, I did it because I knew it would get people to town read me).
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I don't like that you don't like this.
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This.
But, really, think about it. If anyone had anything else they wanted to discusss, they've had the last several RL days to bring it up. There is nothing left to discuss. (Plus, Az is being nice enough to give us this time, RIGHT NOW, to make any final statements.)
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Yes, and so is spec chat.
I'll say the same to you that I said to Seppel:
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I get it, town should never self vote, but hammering him because of it feels like a policy lynch instead of a read lynch.
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Answer: it's not. Nice to know you already know he's Scum.
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and if hes scum
well, cool
Overhead, the freight began to hum to life. A humble, boxy craft, it was non-descript, utilitarian, no different from a hundred thousand other tramp freighters plying the starways - by all appearances. But not all was quite as it seemed.
Hatches on the underbelly and sides of the freighter suddenly jettisoned in concert. An array of stubby barrels poked forth, and erupted into a riot of fury, melting metal and flesh alike amongst the government forces. Under the cover of the guns, someone managed to activate the freight lift, and the survivors ascended into the ship's belly.
Amidst the chaos, was Lionel Gantry. A veteran of both the underground and a former, low level member of the Earth Authority Military police. The interior of the freighter matched its outward appearance. Dirty, claustrophic, weathered, and dimly lit. Now it was also filled with the stench of charred flesh and the cries of the wounded. Lionel sprang into action, relying on his basic first aid training. First, triage. Checking each survivor one by one, identifying the most severely wounded. Sending the worst off to the large compartment that was quickly designated as an impromptu first aid center.
Abruptly, the main thrusters roared to life, and electro-magnetic rails propelled the ship forward in a rapid burst of speed. Everything, and everyone unsecured on the ship was thrown violently, and pressed against the bulkheads through the force of the acceleration. The harsh, rocky terrain of Echo Prime gave way to the fire and fury of its ascent through atmosphere, and then gradually, to the blackness and soft light of space.
Again, Lionel took charge of the situation, helping to interview and escort the survivors. Eventually, only one was left, a thin man with a professional, military bearing, walking with a limp. Lionel took an arm, and began helping him to his quarters.
They were only halfway there when the ship's intercom crackled. "We have government cutters on an inbound course. Secure yourselves and prepare for evasive manuevers." Lionel grimaced, and shuffled down the long corridor faster.
At the door to the passenger quarters, he was met by a handful of grim faces.
"Corporal Gantry, of the Earth Authority Military Police, I presume?"
Lionel stared back with a level look. "Hey, I was up-front about my history before I ever joined the Rebellion, and that was a long time ago. I-"
He was interrupted by a shove, staggering both him and the thin man he was carrying to his knees. He shrugged the wounded man off his shoulders. "Now hold on just a-" This time, he was met by a booted foot across the face.
His fists doubling up, he caught his attacker in the groin, once, twice, three times, and the man went down, hard, holding himself. But three others moved to surround him. And the blows began raining down, from one side, and then another, and another. Then, suddenly, the world flipped end on end. Sirens wailed, and the starfield outside the portholes gyrated wildly. Amidst the chaos of flailing limbs, Lionel tried to seize his chance to make a break. But something was holding his foot, in an implacable grip. He turned his head to look, preparing to kick his way free - and stared into the barrel of a pistol, held by the man with the limp. His expression twisted into one of despair, and fear. And then his head disintegrated, and his world abruptly ended.
Name: Lionel Gantry
Alignment: Town
Dossier - You are one of the rebels' weapons specialists. Your specialties are bending joints, and protecting your comrades, no matter the costs.
2 Roleblock. If an ability is countered this way, you gain 1 empowerment, and the target's empowerment cost is refunded, plus 1 additional empowerment.
4 Bodyguard. Until the next night phase, if a target player is targeted by a kill, the kill will target you instead. If a kill is prevented by this ability, the target permanently gains 1 empowerment. You may only activate this ability once.
Official Vote Count:
Bur- GJ, shadow, Anak, seppel, Todeck, Iso, DV, Bur, Manders
Tom- Wildfire, Cyan
Anak-Cythare
GJ - TheIceMan, tom
Sir Chris- Axelrod
WF - Sir Chris
9 to lynch
Official Empowerment Count:
DV- Manders, Cyan, Seppel, Shadow, Tordeck
Seppel- Sir Chris, DV
Axelrod- GJ, Theiceman
Sir Chris- Iso, Cythare
TheIceMan-Wildfire, Axelrod, Bur
Wildfire- Tom
Night one has begun. You have 72 hours to submit your actions. Deadline: Saturday 10th, 4:00 P.M. EST
Circe might have a few tricks up her sleeve, but like the British Q-ships of WWI from which she drew inspiration, she relied more upon trickery and surprise than brute force. Her hull was standard plating for a freighter, not the armored plate of a space combatant. The laser armament she had used to cover their breakaway was effective at point-blank ranges, but could never compete with the range of missile combatants. To survive this, they'd need more than brute force. Typing furiously into his hand-held, he made some rapid mathematical calculations, then grunted.
"Helm, bring us into orbit of Echo Prime, maximum acceleration. I want to build our velocity to max before we slingshot out of orbit, and I don't want them to know our exit vector until the last possible moment. The less time they have to adjust their intercept vectors, the better."
"Yes sir. Enemy combatants in missile range in nine minutes."
The captain keyed the comm. "We have government cutters on an inbound course. Secure yourselves and prepare for evasive manuevers."
The range between the combatants closed. Still, Circe continued her circuit around the planet. "Sir, enemy combatants are about to enter missile range. Orders?"
"Steady as she goes, Helm." Ulysses replied calmly. A long-time smuggler, Ulysses was one of the most trusted ship-handlers the Rebellion could call upon, and this was far from his first run-in with the Earth Authority.
"Sir, the cutters are demanding that we surrender. Any reply?"
"Nuts, comm. Just that word. Nuts."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Multiple missile contacts! Reading eight bogeys."
"Helm, course change. Take us on a bearing 5 degrees off the star's corona."
The helmsman keyed it in, then swallowed slowly as the mathematics scrolled across his screen. "Sir, if we hold that course..."
Ulysses smiled grimly. "Helm, we're going through hell and back. Best you sit back and enjoy the ride. It might well be Circe's last."
The helmsman let out a breath. "Engaging now. Brace yourselves."
Abruptly, Circe careened out of orbit, the sudden shift in g-forces pressing the crew back hard into their seats. Echo's Prime's red dwarf sun now loomed almost directly ahead.
"Missile contact in two minutes, sir."
"Deploy all counter-measures at ten second mark, tactical."
"Sir, the cutters are altering trajectory ten degrees relative to us, keeping their distance from the corona."
"If we survive this volley, then we'll have bought ourselves some time. Do your best, tactical."
The missiles closed. From the underbelly of circle, an array of electronic jammers, warheads, and counter-missiles emerged.
In a sudden rush, all but a single warhead vanished off the display.
Ulysses said nothing, but his knuckles grew white on the armrests of his chair. Then - shockwaves rocked Circe, and alarms chimed frantically.
"James, how bad?"
"Looks like the lasers clipped it before the detonation got to optimal striking range - received X-ray laser hits on the stern cargo hold and passenger sections, penetrated all the way through and out the hull again, venting a lot of atmosphere throughout the ship. We're going to need to evac those sections and cut O-2 to the passageways, use airlocks and suits to get around."
"See to it, James. Helm, at 1426 hours, change course along this heading. That should slingshot us around the sun on a vector where the frigate can't catch us. Then proceed to these coordinates via FTL drive when we've cleared the gravity well. And keep those to yourself. Tactical, you're in charge. I'm going to suit up and go brief our new guests."
Striding quickly to the bridge airlock hatch, Ulysses keyed open the door, and stepped inside. The door hissed shut behind him. He glanced at the sole other occupant, and moved towards the lockers, filled with vac-suits and air tanks. "We have a lot of to talk about, but I want to speak to everyone as a group, first. I'm worried we've been compromised. They knew we were coming, and they didn't try all that hard to position their ships on a good intercept course. And the e-warfare on those missiles looked bugged to me. There may be operatives on board as well. Bet they'd love to get our hands on these materials and the lab location."
He turned, and his mouth snapped shut. "Well. I see I was right," he said sardonically. They were his last words. A small caliber laser caught him between the eyes.
Sir Chris
Name: Erther Ulysses
Alignment: Town
Dossier: Captain of the freighter, bound to take the Rebels to their secret location. Privileged with the navigational coordinates of some of the Rebels' most secret bases, you are one of the most senior Rebel officials on this mission.
0 - Double-vote
2- Steal up to 4 empowerments from another player.
3 - Next day, two target players are unlynchable. You may only activate this ability once.
Day 2 has begun. With 14 alive, it's 8 to lynch.
So that's fun.
Seems like a scum role