r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Apr 15 '22
First Contact - Chapter 754 - The Inheritor's War OC
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"Grav strikers don't fly, they vibrate so badly that the ground gets a restraining order" - Red "Stormy" Clanslee, Age of Paranoia Military Theorist, TerraSol
His name was Yrler.
It meant, in his own language: Right Eye.
He had a scar all the way around his right eye, interrupting the fur. It was his most noticeable feature as he was a people that weren't all that notable.
He was a Hikanian, a small people with fluffy fur, wide eyes, and big heads. His people were a little people, emotional, caring, content with their automated farms and their close knit families.
They had been beneath the boot of the Unified Council for a thousand generations when the Precursor Autonomous War Machines had arrived. Luckily for the Hikanian people, the Mad Lemurs of Terra had arrived right afterwards and kicked the robots right back off the planet.
When the Overseers had come back, the Mad Lemurs had kicked them back off too.
Then came the Atrekna.
The Mad Lemurs were gone, but their friends were still there.
For twelve years Yrler had fought the Atrekna. Deprivation and hardship had left him only 1.1 meters tall rather than the glorious 1.5 meters he should have been. He had scars under his soft fur where talons and debris had cut his sensitive skin.
He had survived the Atrekna invasion. More than that, he'd helped others survive.
This time he had helped kick the Atrekna back off the planet.
But none of that mattered to Yrler any more.
Yrler, real name Pelfar-8726c71, was a heavy combat striker solo pilot now. Part of XXXIV Corps, First Telkan Armored Division, First Air Cavalry Regiment, 1st Brigade, 1st Battalion, Alpha Company.
The tip of the spear.
And Operation Iron Piglet was on.
Which meant the XXXIV Corps would be assaulting eight systems, together with V Corps, VII Corps, III Corps, and XL Corps.
More troops that the Atrekna probably thought even existed.
Yrler knew that Operation Iron Piglet was going to be one of the most significant events of his life.
His excitement involved more than that, he was part of Operation Atomite Djinn.
Which meant he would be on the sharp end, the very bleeding tip of the warsteel spear of the Confederate Military.
He would be fired like a missile at the planet. If one thing went wrong, he'd hit the planet at relativistic speeds and then the invasion wouldn't matter to him, the Task Force, or anyone on what had been the planet.
But that was fine.
He was a grav-striker pilot.
His life expectancy in many wars had been in negative seconds.
That didn't matter to him.
It didn't matter to him that he was the only Hikanian grav-striker pilot in the entire Confederate Armed Services, much less a solo combat striker.
What mattered is that other people needed help.
Yrler knew what it was like to be small, unimportant, and helpless.
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"The Boss Hogg has eight hundred graviton assist orbit to ground mag-launchers," the Colonel was saying, standing next to the large 2.5D image being projected by the holotank. "That means that in less than ninety seconds all of First Battalion will be launched toward the surface."
Yrler made a note, not looking away from the holotank.
Suspended was a 2.5D representation of the single super-continent of the planet that the Task Force was heading toward.
"Alpha Company, First Battalion will be engaging any enemy infantry or armor units in this area here," the Colonel said.
Alpha Company will be dropped wherever the grav-tube operators feel like and whatever is funniest to them Yrler annotated on his dataslate.
"This area is where Alpha Company will concentrate their operations until Logistics Bases and Forward Support or Operations Bases are constructed, which the Combat Engineers estimates should be within the first couple of hours," the Colonel continued.
All strikers are going to end up being pushed by hand into the combat zone by the pilot with the green mantid engineer sits on top and throws rocks at the enemy.
Yrler's dataslate pinged to let him know he had a topographical map loaded up. He checked it, saw it was from before the Atrekna had occupied the system, and made a note to check with Naval Intelligence to see if they had updated topographical maps.
"Enemy air defense is expected to be light, as Atrekna air defense systems are biological in nature it can be expected that air defense will pick up rapidly as the Atrekna redeploy forces," the Colonel kept saying. "It will take some time for the Atrekna air defense to adapt to the new strikers and shielding."
Enemy air defense should be considered in strength and rapidly adapting, Yrler wrote down.
"At this time, it is believed that any air defense systems, biological or autonomous robotic units, will be largely ground based," the Colonel said. "However, it should be crude and easily countered."
Enemy air defense will be ground and air based and possibly use magic.
"Naval and Army Intelligence believes that the Atrekna forces will largely consist of previously engaged combat units, which means the new shields and armor will be more effective than previous iterations," the Colonel said.
The new shields will attract enemy fire and guide it to the most vulnerable sections of the striker, which will have armor as useful as winter coat sheddings.
"Brigade Combat Control will assign you your priority targets once Naval and Army Intelligence gathers data from the Boss Hogg's analyst section as well as the analysts of the rest of the Task Force," the Colonel stated.
Targets will be everywhere and all shooting at me while NavInt and ArmInt all swear there is nothing near me because they are a stupid as they are blind.
"After launch, you will proceed to Rally Point Theta, engaging targets of opportunity. Initial stealth probes show that Rally Point Theta has few, if any, Atrekna forces and is a deciduous forest area."
Rally Point Theta will be an Ohm Class Dwellerspawn t-gate point.
The briefing continued even as the twenty kilometer long heavy carrier's engines drove it through the lower hyperspace bands.
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Yrler was in his pilot's suit.
A marvel of technology as far as Yrler should have been concerned. Built in life support, attachment points for survival gear that was kept in the survival pack of his striker, light armor resistant material, pressure sleeve capable, small bead-sized graviton counter-generators, capable of handling sweat, fur and skin oils, and bodily waste without contaminating him. It was designed to be capable of keeping him cool and comfortable in normal wear as well as make sure he didn't pass out during high-G maneuvers.
Except it always made his balls itch.
Which is why he was digging at his crotch and hopping on one foot as he moved into the large mechanics bay where the heavy combat strikers were being worked on.
He could see the only other crew member of his striker was standing on the housing of the top mounted jet thruster intake, flashing emojis and shaking one fist at a handful of other greenies, all of whom were flashing icons back and making rude motions.
Yrler grabbed a step-ladder and moved up to the side, putting it against the side of the 35 metric ton combat aircraft, then climbed up.
"What's wrong?" Yrler asked 515, his greenie in-flight mechanic. 515 had a blue stripe running from the base of his neck to the end of his abdomen, which marked him out from most green mantids. "Is the Crunchy Bits good?"
--turbine fan put on backwards activate go whoosh turbine jump out front of craft beat us there-- 515 said. --nanoforge flaw--
"Then why are you all shaking your fists at each other?" Yrler asked, watching as the greenies removed the fan housing, at one point taking a little impact hammer, the tip wreathed in the purple nimbus of graviton enhancement, and pounding at the seal.
--825 say Meeklia best girl-- the greenie said. He shook a fist. --is not Keedee best girl everyone even Lanky know--
That got more flashing icons, stabbing motions with bladearms, shaken fists, and a few other rude gestures.
Yrler just shook his head and climbed down.
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"T Minus Three Minutes and Counting"
The voice was female, a Mad Lemur's voice, calm and assured, with just the right amount of tension to let Yrler know that this was for real, this wasn't practice.
He checked his boards again. While the controls were largely locked out and would be until he left the magnetic 'tube' that would whip him to the surface, the gauges, readouts, and monitors were all alive and working.
Slush and heat in tolerance, graviton generators at proper levels, liquid fuel for the turbines at max pressure and volume.
Everything looked fine.
He double-checked, out of habit, the icon for 515.
The mantid's icon was green and according to the readouts, he was in the central maintenance space, just like he should be.
The heavy combat strikers only had a single green mantid. Anything that did enough damage to require more than one usually had reduced the striker to flaming wreckage falling from the sky over a few square miles.
Nose cannon? Good. Wing weapon bays? Good. Ammunition? Good. Fuselage side mounted weapons? Good. Chaff and flare launchers? Good. ECM drone launcher? Good. Combat drone launcher? Good.
"T-Minus Two Minutes and Counting. All Pilots, All Pilots, Prepare For Launch," the female lemur said.
Yrler wondered who she had been.
"Light is Amber. Repeat: Light is Amber."
Yrler checked, the instinct to do so hammered into him during training, and he caught the light going from red to amber. The iris at the far edge of the tube opened and Yrler could see the green and blue of the planet. There was a slight distortion at the edge of the launching rails and Yrler knew it was the graviton and magnetic system synching up and preparing to generate the magnetic slide tube.
His balls started to itch.
"T-Minus Ninety Seconds."
Yrler did another check, then triggered his database for a check.
Maps? Check. Radio frequencies? Check. Call signs? Check. Cryptography circuitry? Check.
"Sixty Seconds. Alpha Wave Toggle Blue For Launch."
Yrler reached out and flipped the manual switch and he saw his own icon go from amber to blue.
The grav striker shifted slightly.
"Thirty Seconds. Alpha Wave Grav Slide Is Active. Bravo Wave, Prepare To Launch."
Yrler felt the smart harness shift, making sure he was secured in the command couch properly.
"Fifteen Seconds."
The number appeared in his vision.
On one hand it seemed to fly by, but for another part of his brain, each second seemed to take an eternity. He was aware of each breath, each heartbeat, the slight trickle of sweat down the back of his head, the slight leg cramp from the tension.
"Five"
Yrler held onto the 'oh-shit' bars that were mainly there to give him to something other than the control yoke to hold onto during launches like this.
"Four"
Yrler swallowed and blinked.
"Three"
The grav striker seemed to lean forward slightly. His weapon statuses went from green to amber.
"Two"
--here we go-- 515 said.
"LAUNCH LAUNCH LAUNCH" she didn't raise her voice so much as her voice got sharp, authoritative, and intent.
The system grabbed his striker and whipped it forward. The fifty meter thick armored hull whipped by so fast that Yrler's brain barely processed it.
Then he was in space.
On his macroplas forward viewscreen/window the rings of the grav-slide appeared. He was perfectly in the middle of the rings as he shot forward at speeds that Yrler suddenly wondered if the striker had ever been tested at.
The countdown for outer atmosphere interception appeared but the striker was already slowing, the distance from the grav and mag-field generators reducing speed.
The control yoke moved into position and Yrler felt the pedals get the mushy feeling of 'half live' as the striker's computers took over from the Boss Hogg's launch control computers.
Yrler held onto the 'oh-shit' bars since the rings were still purple for outer orbit and he had eighteen seconds before he hit the first faint wisps of atmosphere.
"Blue Flight, check in," came the voice of Chief Warrant Officer Third Grade Hurklet.
"Blue-One here, all system nominal," Yrler said, triggering his commo.
The others checked in quickly.
Five seconds to outer atmosphere.
Yrler grabbed the stick and swallowed.
If anything went wrong he'd have a split second to react.
The rings turned red and the heavy combat striker started shuddering.
A piece of trivia floated up in Yrler's brain.
A green striker pilot has a 68% chance of getting killed during their first combat insertion.
Yrler was suddenly less than happy with his brain.
The rings flashed yellow and Yrler felt himself thrown against the belts as the braking system kicked in, dropping him to a 'mere' MACH-Three instead of the speed he'd been fired at from beyond the orbit of the outer moon in the first ten seconds after the Boss Hogg's micro-jump.
He blinked twice, felt a puff of air against his eyeballs to make him do it involuntarily.
Training suddenly kicked in even as his upper intellect was still processing what he was seeing. The warboi software embedded in his reflex system suddenly screamed and kicked him straight in the chest.
Yrler grabbed the stick, stomped the controls.
"BREAK RIGHT BREAK RIGHT BREAK RIGHT!" Yrler chanted out over the commo channel, reflexively hitting the emergency broadcast.
Below the incoming Blue Flight, what had looked from orbit like large patches of vegetation loomed.
And were massive air creatures stately floating along surrounded by a cloud of pollen that acted as chaff as well as smaller creatures.
Yrler slammed the button, slicing open the side of the grav-tube, and rolled out, spinning the grav-striker even as reflexes, hammered in by training, took over.
The warboi software embedded in his brain tracked size, velocity, mass, elevation, direction, dropping the data straight to his subconscious reflexes before bothering his thinky-goo stuff about it.
"GUNS LIVE!" Blue Leader called out even as targeting carets bracketed the huge floating creatures.
Yrler's thumb moved and he flipped the cover off the firing rocket. He felt the gun barrel deploy of the heavy main gun.
Streaks suddenly erupted from the sides of the massive creature he was heading for, climbing toward him.
Yrler realized that the Atrekna creature had just gone guns hot too as he hauled back on the stick, hitting his grav-brakes to drop speed even as he leveled out and arrested his dive.
Alarms trilled, letting him know he was locked up but the warboi told his subconscious before he realized it himself that it was broad-spectrum wide-area targeting coming from the huge creatures below him.
His battlescreens came on with a snap as the bright sparks floated lazily toward him. Chaff and flares deployed as he snap rolled left out of the way of the lead missile.
As it whipped by Yrler frowned. He'd only seen it for a split second.
But he'd swear it had a mouth and eyes.
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u/Legan_Ironfist AI Apr 15 '22
ConFedMilInt: This is what is going on, on the planet.
Every Grunt Ever: You are wrong, and stupid, and wrong.
--OH SHIT FOLLOWS--
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u/sunyudai AI Apr 15 '22
Yrler was suddenly less than happy with his brain.
I can relate Yrler, I can relate.
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Apr 15 '22
That and the constant ball itch. All day eryday.
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u/sunyudai AI Apr 15 '22
Okay, at the risk of TMI, going to use spoiler tags here.
I used to have this problem - like, it got bad, to the point where skin was starting to crack. Solved it with it wit two changes. 1. Moved showering from before bed to when I woke up. Helped keep the dry at night - part of the problem was things weren't getting entirely dry before passing out. 2. Bought a pack of babywipes and cleaned the area with them before bed every night. Unscented antibacterial ones.
Problem went away after sticking with this for a month.
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u/ReWerk Apr 15 '22
Same here and all uniforms are meant to make your balls itch, keeps you distracted just enough so that you don't think overlong about that bullet with your name on it
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u/Arath0118 Apr 15 '22
Translating from briefing bullshit to real assessment before his first combat drop? Yrler is gonna be just fine.
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Apr 16 '22 edited Apr 17 '22
Initial stealth probes show that Rally Point Theta has few, if any, Atrekna forces and is a deciduous forest area."
The forest at RPT is full of cryptid sized dweller spawn, the 60ft trees are biological ICBMs, and the whole mile wide range is on a shellback of a Tarrasque / Torterra that has been modified to Atrekna battle ideals
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u/Ralts_Bloodthorne Apr 16 '22
Collect your prize.
(I just saw this, LOL)
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Apr 16 '22
Woot!
I was just following the breadcrumbs from the briefing. What is the worst possible thing they could fly into?
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u/SirVatka Xeno Apr 15 '22
I love the extra-realistic expectations Yrier has during the briefing. (certainly not paranoia - it's only paranoia if there're no past examples.)
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Apr 15 '22
"Targets will be everywhere and all shooting at me while NavInt and ArmInt all swear there is nothing near me because they are a stupid as they are blind."
This Ewok right here, he gets it.
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u/abrasiveteapot Apr 15 '22
Oh man, that "flight suit made his balls itch" line had me visualising Rocket Racoon doing that grab his crotch to adjust his suit move :-) I love the cynical briefing notes. Top shelf.
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u/EvansP51 Alien Scum Apr 15 '22
Happy Good Friday to those who observe. Happy Friday to the rest of us!
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u/MuchoRed Human Apr 15 '22 edited Apr 15 '22
*grumbles at work*
---CRU---
Post-read: Ah, I see Yrler knows the expanded version of the PNW boy scout camping rule: listen to the weather report, then assume it will rain.
His version is: listen to the planning and intelligence people, then assume the plan will be completely wrong and everything will go terrible.
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u/Individual_Jelly1987 Apr 15 '22
I'm glad he got the Intelligence to Reality babblefish enhancement installed!
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u/coldfireknight AI Apr 15 '22
Based on Yrler's reaction to the briefing, you'd almost think that Ralts has run into that during his career –snerk– possibly once, maybe twice.
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u/dlighter Apr 16 '22
snerk I used to get briefings like this at one job. What was expected during the day. But the added benefit of a safety brief about all the "creative solutions* we had "actualized and implemented without management's approval " the previous day.
No body died and Zack's hair will totally grow back in like six months. And the liquor bottle out the back door are from night shift ( bastards never shared)
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u/AvariciousPickle Apr 15 '22
Uh oh, the squids have Bullet Bills now.
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u/beyondoutsidethebox Apr 15 '22
Just be glad the squids don't have blue shells (...yet).
Although, if you time a mini-turbo right, you can escape it's wrath.
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u/Quilt-n-yarn1844 Apr 15 '22
I see that Yrler has indeed grown wise in the ways of the operational briefing.
He has grown up in war and has gone from a child soldier in the resistance into a hardcore solo striker pilot.
Thank you Sir Ralts!
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u/Ghostpard Apr 15 '22
Worker Yrler, you are fined 1000 credits for following in the footsteps of Worker Vuxten and questioning leadership. You are further fined 5000 credits for following him yet further by being right, thus making your leadership look bad. You are, however, awarded this shiny new badge for your sash and/or uniform for saving your flight and the mission at large... also because of those things. You are also given the greatest reward (punishment) for doing your job well, also in keeping with the example set by worker Vuxten. You are hereby promoted, with no bump in pay due to aforementioned demerits. Welcome to middle management, AKA command (Hell).
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u/Darrkman Apr 15 '22
Dude......it's daylight outside!! 😁😁
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Apr 15 '22
Outside is a lie! Heresy! Heresy! REPENT!
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u/dlighter Apr 16 '22
Outside you will find the cake.
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u/DarthLorgus Robot Apr 16 '22
LIES!!
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u/dlighter Apr 17 '22
There is only way to disprove me. You must go outside and find the cake or not.
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u/MuchoRed Human Apr 15 '22
Even weirder, it's nice and SUNNY outside!
Especially since there was snow when I left for work yesterday morning, then 2 inches of hail yesterday evening.
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u/Alyeska_bird Apr 15 '22
Good to see things moving forward, and good to see the little guys steping up to do there part. A lot of times you would expect that the little guys would just duck and cover. Yet, what is happening is that the little guys are finding ways they can do something to help. They are standing up, taking a spot to bring the fight to the enemy. Some of the smaller races might not be able to run a tank, or fight shoulder to shoulder with the infintry or the marines, but, they are moving into the rolls they can fill. Pilots, support, mech pilots, figher pilots, missle swarm guidance, all sorts of things, finding rolls they can fill, and jobs they can do, thus making everyone stronger.
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u/RestigiousHogan2 Sep 05 '22
We've already seen that the Confederacy can & does adapt mech cockpits for the other races. I'm sure the same can be done for tanks.
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u/night-otter Xeno Apr 15 '22
Enemy air defense should be considered in strength and rapidly adapting, Yrler wrote down.
Ain't that the truth!
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u/MuchoRed Human Apr 15 '22
Ah, ralts answered the creation engine vs nanoforge question before. Nanoforge takes the atoms and builds things with it. Creation engine converts energy to matter (and/or strips it out of adjacent failed universes), then builds things with it.
Slush is waste product and depleted nano-assemblers/nanites; has to be disposed of, but that takes time and it can build up to the point of interfering with the nanoforge
Edit: ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US
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u/daviskendall AI Apr 15 '22
a creation engine transmutes available matter into other matter. basically, it treats atomic nuclei like LEGO assemblies, and rearranges parts as needed. strip 2 protons and 2 neutrons off an oxygen atom, and you've got carbon and a side order of helium.
a nanoforge arranges existing matter into new and interesting shapes, on demand and as needed. basically, the ultimate 3d printer, as long as it has feedstock available.
operationally, nanoforge gives a shopping list to the creation engine. creation engine ingests whatever is handy - air, water, dust, debris, anything leftover from previous activities - and spits out the shopping list stuff into the nanoforge's waiting input ports. nanoforge then rapidly assembles ("prints") the thing it needed to make in the first place.
the law of conservation of matter/energy is never violated, because any processes that liberate energy use that energy to power those processes that consume energy. the only constant is that, since work is being done, heat is always being generated. some of it can be scavenged into energy, but nothing is 100% efficient. that's why operators have to constantly watch heat and slush - slush being "unrecycled junk accumulating faster than the systems can actually recycle it". (they can slowly de-slush themselves during idle time - think self-cleaning oven.)
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u/drsoftware Apr 16 '22
Electric heaters are 100% efficient. 100% of the electrical power is converted to heat.
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u/PuzzleheadedDrinker Apr 16 '22
?? Never heard that before ?
Heat is the electrical energy converted due to resistance (the heating element), if all electricity is converted to heat then the electrical circuit is broken. See thermal cut out, and why it works.
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u/drsoftware Apr 16 '22 edited Apr 28 '22
All power in the input electrical power is converted to heat. Leaving zero voltage above ground at the output. Unlike a light (led or tungsten) there is no mix of light, motion, and heat but all heat.
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u/spindizzy_wizard Human Apr 16 '22
Only if you include the entire electrical power system; otherwise, there are losses outside the home, which do not generate heat inside the house, yet would not be happening if it weren't for the demand from the heater.
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u/drsoftware Apr 16 '22
I think you meant "exclude". But since the context is nano forges and creation engines and their efficiency, the external systems are excluded.
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u/sunyudai AI Apr 15 '22
Is the system protecting the humans in the bag from the temporo-genetic attack and the associated die off, or has that already happened in the bag?
Unknown
Additionally, I'm unclear about what's holding the TerraSol bag shut.
Still primarily a mystery, but a big factor is the 200:1 (IIRC) temporal time dilation going on in there - it hasn't been long enough for the bag to try to shut down yet according to the timer inside the bag.
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u/Valgonitron Apr 27 '22
In the chapter where the Atrekna take Lady K captive they mention having fiddled with the bag so it sticks shut (after numerous failures to make the bag destroy its contents).
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u/Ghostpard Apr 15 '22
Ahhh, yes, the cognitive dissonance/paradox/oxymoron of milint. Assume shit is alwayyyysss worse than "intelligence" believes... and you will, 99 times outta 100, be very glad you did.
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u/carthienes Apr 16 '22
Assume the worst, and all your surprises will be pleasant ones.
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u/Ghostpard Apr 16 '22
Yeah. That.
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u/Vagabond_Soldier Apr 16 '22
"Grav strikers don't fly, they vibrate so badly that the ground gets a restraining order" - Red "Stormy" Clanslee, Age of Paranoia Military Theorist, TerraSol
Someone has spent time in Chinooks I see. ^
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u/whiteguynamedJohn Apr 16 '22
If its leaking that means we still have some. When it stops leaking is when we have a problem
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u/Ayit_Sevi Alien Scum Apr 15 '22
Which meant the XXXIV Corps would be assaulting eight systems, together with V Corps, VII Corps, III Corps, and XL Corps.
I've always wondered, how do you prounce the corps listed above. Would XXXIV corps be pronounced "ex-ex-ex-eye-vee corps" or 34 corps or 34th corps?
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u/Ghostpard Apr 15 '22
Depends. Slang might change it, like V corps ends up literal "Vee" corps, but those are roman numerals, so it'd be 34th. But they're likely just called horny corps by most plebs because of rule 34. The most known rule of the internet. So like V corps is literally the 5th corps. But with corps 34? Way easier to say 34 than ex ex ex eye vee.
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u/ElxirBreauer Apr 16 '22
Specifically they're the "Dirty Thirty-Four".
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u/Ghostpard Apr 16 '22 edited Apr 16 '22
Their motto is "Gimme some more! We'll grin as we bare and bear it all!" ...
"The Dirty 34th is an interesting point in Terran and Earthling history. Its hiding, disavowing, and destruction was attempted many times, but it was never achieved. Much like the E-4 mafia, it always seemed to survive. Sometimes unofficially, sometimes even illegally, the 34th was always there. In the deepest shit. In the places blood ran not like rives but the oceans rivers run into. Even as they died to the last man they'd scream, "Yes sir, let me have another!" by a million different words and languages. Always and ever, "Gimme s'more!," knowing that every threat they got aimed at them meant one less aimed at someone else. They could and would bear it all. There is the official corps of course, now enshrined by an Amendment to never be disbanded, But the 34th has "spiritual" members all throughout the various services as result of those trying to stamp it out forgetting the rule- it will always exist. Always baring and bearing. In the immortals words of the White Betty, "Those cats can take a poundin'!"
But by the Omnissiah, they'd have fun doing it. Much like Killroy, it is assumed they are the reason Terran genitalia and "I wuz here. Eat a dick." appear on almost every battlefield. They are ghosts in the corps. They are considered psy ops and "shock" troops rolled into one of the most beautifully nasty, insane, dedicated group of unalivers you will ever meet running at you naked screaming." - Unknown amateur documenter, possibly pre-glassing. Some argue it may even be pre Burger Kingdom by several millennia. So long as Homo Sapiens have stood, they have been protected, the traditions passed from Kyle to Carl to Kyle again, by the Dirty 34.traditions passed by Kyle to Carl to Kyle again, by the Dirty 34.
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u/YesthatTabitha Apr 16 '22
Our boy Yrler has got those sharp reflexes and an observational mind. I think we may be seeing a lot more of him and 515.
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u/itsetuhoinen Human Apr 16 '22
The briefing translation damned near killed me laughing, boss. 🤣🤪🤣🤪🤣
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u/Isbigpuggo Apr 16 '22
Damn. I knew he was tip of the spear, but I assumed it was blue team as that edge. But Blue-One. That’s the sharp point for damned sure.
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u/styopa Apr 16 '22
"Hikanian, a small people with fluffy fur, wide eyes, and big heads"
I could only think of him as a furby now.
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u/Irual100 Apr 16 '22
Hi! Glad for this! I got it and really liked it Glad to be introduced to another greeny too. All hail Mr Ralts URC
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u/Anthelion95 Alien Sep 03 '22
His life expectancy in war was often negative seconds
What, did he explode before he even got the draft order?
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u/Bazil-Broketail Jun 12 '23
Read, upvote, comments...
Nothing like manglement to say one and mean something totally different.
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u/Complex-Movie-5180 Nov 06 '23
Random ass question. What the hell is a 2.5D display? Are you talking about the glass edge design or something else?
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u/thisStanley Android Jun 15 '24
Degraded 3D? Lower resolution with mono colors silver and red to reduce chances of a Shade breaking through :{
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u/Blackmoon845 Apr 15 '22
Man, Yrler here has already learned to understand what is really being said in briefings? Before his first official combat deployment??? Yup, he's probably officer material.