#kazeron

[krasman]

The Persean League wasn't lying, that ass battlestation can fart neutralize invading fleets.

Been playing Starsector more lately, and Holy Fuck trying to crack Kazeron is a pain. Sure, it's a midline station. But unless you're running a cruiser wall that broadside module just picks apart the fleet. And I run the game at 600 battle size. So I'm able to throw more shit at the problems than most people.

Then again, I guess that's just how star fortresses are in this game. There's a reason they're almost 2m Credits to get.

[i-am-a-hegemony-officer]

The tariffs Kazeron has imposed on the rest of the League for the import of Hegemony goods (specifically targeting the refining and manufacturing industries on Chicomotzoc!) are blatantly anti-competitive and economic suicide.

[kr1g]

Bold what applies: Kazeron Stormsinger

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[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light.

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[crucifixes-and-chrysanthemums]

After finally finishing the fleet docking procedures on Coatl, you made your way to the bar for a well-earned drink. Sure, the Hegemony gives you a lot of flak over AI cores you may or may not have, but damned if they didn't know how to run a watering hole. A block east of the alley you met your chief officer in, there it was, like always. Dex's Den. The best bar on Coatl, as far as you were concerned. Away from the suits, but not so far away as to be filled with tattooed marines soaking in absinthe. Not that there was anything wrong with them, of course; just such a marine saved your skin a few cycles back when a pirate armada's Lasher, disabled in a battle high above you and none of your concern, came barreling out of the sky on Kazeron. Sometimes, though, all you wanted was a stiff drink and to be left alone.

"Dex, how are ya, y'old engine rat?" you greet the bartender. "Let me get-"

"Hey, spacer," a voice called out from down the bar. "Buy a man a drink?"

The bartender sighed. "Monday, I thought I-"

You cut him off. Any man in a Hegemony bar that wasn't a suit that got lost or some cyberjack-modded pirate starting conversation with you always piqued your interest. You lay a dozen credits on the bar. "It's alright, Dex. What'll you have, stranger?"

"Orbital Bombardment, and make it strong, Dex. And none of that knockoff shit. I know you got real legionary whiskey down there."

You can't stifle your laughter. The last time you saw someone speak to Dex like that, he wound up buying a round for the whole bar. Well, Dex bought a round for the whole bar with the fellow's wallet, after beating it out of him. Sure, he'd left the navy a decade ago, but he did still have that exoskeleton... "So, what is it, stranger? You got some ship you're gonna try to sell me? Or maybe a lead on some Pathers?" You raise your voice jokingly. "Or maybe you're the Pather in question, looking to get out?"

The old spacer just smiled. "Not hardly, I ain't got much to sell, let alone a ship. But the Pathers, spacer? You been where I been, you might not be so keen to call 'em wackos. You never flown phase."

You began to protest. Who the stars is this guy? "Yes, I have. How do y-"

He cut you off again. "No, spacer, you ain't. You ain't got the look. Fact, you look like more of a Falcon captain. Maybe an Eagle on a good day."

"Enough, Monday. Here's your drink. I thought our deal was two free drinks a night and you don't bother my patrons," Dex said, setting down a particularly dark Orbital Bombardment. "Or insult them."

"Maybe you're right," you said. "But I'm more of a Dominator pilot. And you wanna measure your words, talking about Pathers and whatnot. What's an old plasma burn like you got to tell about p-space, anyway?"

"Oh, spacer, you really wanna know?" He sounded much more serious then, a steep departure from his joyous, barfly attitude previous. "You don't. But I'll tell you anyway, as a favor."

"Black Emperors, the old merc company. That was my outfit. Five years as a marine-slash-crewman on a Doom. The Black Emperor himself's Doom, in fact. *Callistian Harmony.* Stars, you never saw something stranger in your life. How well's your crew know their ship?"

"Excellently. We run drills every day, and I've been running the same men for two cy-"

"Not nearly as good as us. Phase, you gotta to be the best. Beyond perfection. You gotta be able to throw a wrench and run a laser welder and fire an ion blaster with your eyes shut. See, thing about phase is this. When bridge hits that funny little switch, there's nothin'. And I don't mean nothin' happens, spacer. I mean there something. Crack of blasters, engine smoke, sound of plasma jets roaring. And then there's nothing." His glass hit the bar with two thuds, calling for another. You looked at Dex, and tossed more credits down on the bar after a moment.

The spacer took a long drink as soon as another was out in front of him. "Nothing. That's what phase is. It's nothingness. Not black, like when you go EVA to fix up the plating - Ah, who am I kidding? You never done that, you got people for that. Anyway, even outside the ship there's something. That sorta 'pulling on you from all directions' feeling you get with the void. Nah, phase is nothingness. When that switch flips, you gotta do everything with no sensation. You can't even feel your hand opening up the mine tubes. You just have to know you're doing it. Can't feel plasma, one errant touch from blowing you to smithereens, being loaded up to do the same to some poor jet jockey finds himself on the wrong end. And you better hope and pray to Ludd you and some piece of plasteel ain't occupying the same space when that switch gets flipped again."

He takes another long sip, and pauses for several moments. "Lots of 'em lose a finger. Hand, a foot maybe. Nose if they're unlicky, though I s'pose between the nose and half your head, I'd lose my nose. Lot of good ones die that way. Made one or two die that way, too. Spacer, you ever seen a man pop back into existence, his whole lower half now inside a ship? Stupid kid, was probably his first ship, knew he was too young to have served in the Punitive Expedition in 199. Heard him scream, put a shell through his helmet, and went right back to moderating flux. Just... Bang, and it's back to work. Was from Cruor, a Diktater.

Out of nowhere, he produces a small vapor pen and takes a long drag. It smells of plasma and copper. "Y'know, half that ship's dead now. Minus those assholes in the bridge, of course. They've got some kind of special equipment or something. Uniforms, helmets, neural interfaces. Stars if I know. So more like three quarters of us, the real crew. Only survivors are doing the same thing I am, beggin' drinks off you and your like. Dead overdosed, mostly, or flew off into the black somewhere. Couple of them all went in on a freighter, flew somewhere sector northeast of Hybrasil. Said something about music. Never seen 'em again. Maybe they're all off with Ludd now! Never heard no music. Just deafening silence."

The alcohol finally got to the old spacer, and he laid his head back in his chair. You finished your drink in silence, and dropped a few hundred credits on the bar as you left. "Half's yours. Put the other half towards his tab."

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[kr1g]

Wednesdnd has come back to life!! But now it's saturdnd instead.. still! Playing kazeron again is a blast!