Any fellow Managed Democracy™ fans here?

What's her exact range without the booster 5A SCO Long Range GR5/Mass manager? Do you know by any chance what's her agility index? Thanks

I just nodded lightly and walked off, heading back over to the hangar bays, toward my own ship. There, I pulled my preferred suit - visually - the Artemis, out, briefly contemplating its smooth, all-black appearance. It was unlikely I would need more than the protection it provided, anyway, since I'd be nice and cozy, taking up a lot of space in my big seat on the other ship... though, not quite fond of having to rely on someone else's piloting.

At least getting into that suit would be a little bit less painful than the 'Dominator' which I'd squeezed myself into, just yesterday. But only a little. And once I was done with that, everything sitting - and fitting - snugly where it was supposed to, I wandered my big body over to the Type-6 Transporter awaiting my verdict on whether it was spacious enough for my curves. In the worst case... I'd squeeze a little.

I waited outside of the entrance to the Lakon brick, giving it a somewhat displeased look-over. Never did like those ships and how they were just literal boxes of metal with thrusters attached, not that I found the other extreme end of Imperial extravagance particularly pleasing either.

“Guess I should slip into something a bit more fitting too,” I mused, eyeing my own getup. I was still decked out in my flight suit, complete with racing stripes.

“Strutting around in some over-the-top military garb is bound to stir up suspicion and put everyone on high alert. I’ll doll myself up as a trader instead…” I added.

“And you’d better have eyes not just in front, but on the sides and back too,” I joked, alluding to the previous jest and the need for vigilance. A healthy dose of caution could save your hide, especially when you know jack about the place you’re heading to.

“Go ahead and get ready then. I’ve got my gear aboard the ship that just docked; I’ll head straight there and prep myself.”

I was hoping the ship would be to her liking and that this whole operation wouldn’t get canned at the last minute. I was well aware there were comfier ships out there, but this one was the best bet for blending in with the rest. A ship that’s too pricey or big, or screams military, is just asking for prying eyes.

Yes, it's a 5A and can get about 40 LY range with a Booster.

Lambast kept an impassive face. She'd left an important and dangerous engagement that could seriously impact her future, weather it went well or not to be here. She wasn't in the mood for chit or chat.

"I took advantage of a visit to Silver Mountian. The eyes are permanent, thank you for the compliment. Now, where have you been? I lost you after an arrest last year, and not even Vega has been able to trace you. I should think she's worried or, upset maybe? I don't know" said Lambast talking to the top of Mauls head.

There had always been a stupid green strip of hair down the middle of his head that she hated. Many was the time she had considered shaving it off while Maul was spacked out on something, but now it was gone she sort of missed it.

+1 for cannons. Prince Eugen used them to defeat the Turks at Belgrade. Are the Thargoids Turkish? Enquiring minds want to know. If so, this may be the new battle cry.

Mit Kartaunen groß und klein;
Mit den großen, mit den kleinen
Auf die Türken auf die Heiden,
Daß sie laufen all' davon!

I just did a quick tally of FSD sizes for all my ships and, including the 4 I already did, I need to purchase and engineer:
2 size 2s. 8 size 3s. 10 size 4s. 21 size 5s. 8 size 6s and 5 size 7s.

The Grind is real.

Also, it seems like a waste to just throw away all these G5 long-range mass manager FSDs especially when a lot of them are Sirius Corp pre-engineered ones. Is there definitely no way to give them away somehow?

“I will… do what I can, to keep an eye out for the, interesting things. But I will not guarantee I can find anything, other than… I also don’t believe that we will find something, only on the suspicion of an Azimuth soldier, that tried to shoot me yesterday.”

I stopped having my backside sprawled over my seating spot and began to leisurely wander around the room… with some ‘safety clearance’ to things respected.

“If there is anything worthy to be found, I am sure we will come across… something. But maybe it would be… is, better, to check thoroughly, if they are trying to ‘slip things behind the back’. But, nothing is slipping behind my back.”

What exactly had motivated me to make an inappropriate joke about my form, that was unsure, but I placed my hands on the hips below as an additional gesture… facing backward.

“And I will convince myself, if there are any corridors or doorways to squeeze, or barely fit, through, in your ship. Just do not send me into a vent. Also, I will need a suit for the flying.”

I was ready to go and walk off - to get said suit - in my mind, but waited around for a response… just in case.

They might not have that ‘satisfaction’ factor other weapons do for people. Assuming you talk about the human cannon, but that seems fairly likely at least.

In my case, the cannon kind of feels like a… I don’t know, weird inbetween mixture of the multicannon and plasma accelerator? Not to mention the fact they do not have consistent shot speeds across the different sizes of weapon(horrible for fixed use if you’re into that). Audio design of it is also not that appealing to me… at least it comes with gimbals.

(previous)

“Well, now that everything’s prepped and ready, I’ll just summon the Type-6 over so you can take a gander for yourself,” I said while connecting to my carrier which was staying close to the Abode.

“The ship will dock shortly. I hope you’ll find everything to your liking.”

I turned my attention back to the mission at hand.

“Look, it’s crystal clear you can’t set foot off the ship once we land, given you’re as inconspicuous as a neon sign. So plugging you in sounds like a good idea… in addition to what you already said you could eavesdrop on the local comms, or scan one of those landed ships - perhaps you will find something interesting. Meanwhile, I’ll take a little stroll around the base.”

I paused, tapping my finger on the table, lost in thought.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s a good chance this ground site might turn out to be a dud. We don’t have any solid leads pointing to it… The cargo I found at the outpost I infiltrated was clearly destined for the Musashi. So, as things stand, I reckon it’s not worth taking a big gamble on the ground site investigation - maybe we play it cool, acting like an ordinary trader looking to buy something on the local market. But keep your eyes peeled; anything out of the ordinary could turn out to be a goldmine for us.”

Understood, thanks Artie.

Cannons dont get enough love at all

Depends, how’s the food at this hypothetical shitty settlement that I’m defending?

Just make sure the kneepads on your armour are okay. You don't want to be stuck guarding a random shitey settlement.
...Or do you?

Oh dear if there be dragons about we are in a world of merriment. I'd likely try and hug it or tame it only to be met with a firey end

He looked up from his data slate to see who had just sat down in front of him. When he realized it was Lambast, his lips began forming a half grin whilst still wrapped around the straw.

“Wow, that’s record time Lamb, I’m just now starting my second shake.” He signaled the bartender to bring another shake to the table for his friend.

“It’s good to see you again too. Pardon my appearance, I’ve not been my best self as of late.”

He looked his friend over, taking note that she’d had some minor tweaks to her own appearance.

“Look at you though, you look great. I like the new eyes, contacts or something more permanent?”

Small talk was hard when a layer of tension had been draped over the entire exchange. He wasn’t quite sure how to apologize for his sudden disappearance yet and was attempting to buy time until he had the correct words in mind and in the correct order.

After tonight’s AXCZ run I can confidently say three things…

A - Watching Scouts grouped up around an Interceptor like a small support fleet is quite ‘neat’, so to speak. Could be entirely coincidental but does feel like they actively stick around the big ones when they are around on the field, over getting drawn off in every direction by AX NPCs. If I was a researcher and not one fighting back in the war, I’d be all over (and overanalyzing) battle footage of the war and how the different Thargoid ships synergize/interact(especially the way the Scout variants function).

B - Swatting said Scout support swarms with the peashooters is also quite fun every now and then. Certainly, they are not that great of an interceptor killer(and remind me how the poor Cyclops just get absolutely slaughtered by Guardian weaponry), but when it comes to what I coin ‘pest control’, now that’s a niche which they fill very well.

C - 0.91G around a planetary port sucks. Now I see why AXI target updates on Discord (and relayed to some servers which I am in) make note to use/prefer space CZs when planetary engagements approaching 1G(or higher) are the only other option.

… also getting tempted to slap a xeno scanner on my FDL in place of the fourth heatsink. Being able to see interceptor HP and - maybe - shield status is quite useful, and I guess might have utility for heart targeting as well. Secondary consideration… easier spotting and targeting of those pesky Berserkers.

The FSS will also tell you if there are any biological signals (and how many) when you zoom into a planet.

I feel you, bro. I also dislike taking missions I do not intend to complete.

Anyway, power regulators can be also relog-farmed (albeit not very efficiently) if a goods salvage mission takes you to a Distress Beacon POI (rather than a Crashed Ship or Minor Wreckage) and no scavs are already present at the POI.

I spent the equivalent of a Costa due to already having Arx I earned, got the base P2. I am so glad I did, really recommend to anyone when they go free in August.
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Using my all cannons build:
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I'm in the home stretch now, have about five SCO drives left to engineer. Past Me was somehow, inexplicably super conscientious and left Present Me a pile of 100 Datamined Wake Exceptions. That took a lot of the sting out of it, and I was able to do about a third of the fleet in one go. But I am getting a little tired of the crash site.

I guess I should be kind to Future Me and top up those encoded materials again, in case I need them some time down the road.

Well, the next thing I would do in such a situation would be to search the relevant journal file(s) for the missing module, see when it was last mentioned in a "StoredModules" event and if it was mentioned in any later event, then tell the Frontier support people what I found, with relevant events copypasted so they can compare them with what they have on their servers. If you can do the same then by all means do it.

(Actually, if I were in such a situation I would probably have the session recorded on video, which I would provide as the primary evidence; but I assume you don’t have that.)

Lambast slowly flew towards the slot of Dalton Gateway watching the giant agricultural ring roll by over head. Fields of green and gold wheeled by periodically marshalled by monolithic high rises that almost reached the impossibly thick glass encasing the ring. She intently followed any road that lead to what looked like a memorial park, one of the places she had a chance of running into Maul.

She imagined shed see his silly hair cut, or more likely a top down view of his hood, but in reality she could hardly make out the roads from this distance. Suddenly, proximity alarms sounded, and warning lights flashed all round the cockpit. Her view of the ring was eclipsed by one of Saud Kruger's finest, as it's impatient pilot shield checked Lambast's Mamba.



Harsh German bounced around Lamb's head as the liners pilot gave his opinion of her, holding nothing back. Lambast knew the German language very well, and understood every curse, insult and oath of violence the man offered her. Holly wasn't installed in the La'bast 24, and neither was Nuralwear processor interface software, so she made a note of the ships name and the pilot, Eric De Haas, on her pad and proceeded to land. She was here for Maul, not confronting mouthy Saud Kruger pilots. That was a hobby.

After struggling out of her heavy boarding armour and changing into a casual clothes, still in her signature colours, but blue with white accents this time, Lambast when to the most likely place to find her wayward friend. The large ring had a high rotation rate, and simulated a little more than one G. Having been in space for months, the Coriolis effect was playing havoc with Lamb's balance, so she took a moment to compose her self before she entered the Space Bar. That gave her time to look up at the sign above the bar, and she let out an "Ohhh" of realisation.

It was the Spacebar, like the space bar on a key board. For years she had the opinion that the person that named Maul's watering hole had less imagination than the pests they sprayed the crops for. Now she knew better.

Inside was full of farm hands and cargo haulers, but a fair amount of what Lamb would call coffee shop surfers looked at home here too. She had imagined finding Maul would be easy. Look for the dark cloud with a green mohican under it. She couldn't find one, and hiding sullenly in one's hoodie didn't seem to be in fashion either. If it wasn't for thin knarled fingers gripping a bright pink drink connected to a face full of tattoos, Lambast would have left thinking Maul wasn't here.

"Mister Montresor, you look. Different. I am pleased to see you" Said Lambast slipping into the booth opposite Maul.

With the amount of SCO FSD's I need it's starting to feel like Jameson's crash site is where I work and Ray Gateway is where I sleep.

Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep...