Gateworld Virtual Fleet 4.0 - Discussion thread

[puddlejumperOZ]

Guys why not use ships that are established in already written fics. Whilst some are utter nonsense, others are quite feasible within our requirements within getting into the realm of uber w*nk. For example
BC305 is already established in several writers fics, an improved BC304
BB310 same thing, a 800 mtr battleship, currently featured in 4 fics
F307 an improved version of the 302, used in about 4 fics that I know of
CG340 a 135 mtr gun cruiser, in 3 fics
AC401 a multi - purpose dropship. Attack/cargo/EW recon, 4 fics

[Experiment 442]

So:
305 Fighter
306 Bomber
307 Frigate
308 Battleship
309 Flagship (maybe?)

Having the asgard out of 4.0 (Or is this 1.0 again?) is a good idea, killman's idea of we've lost contact would be a rather nice twist. We don't have the asgard to fall too, but they might appear in a finale... and 350m is a nice length.

^ its the fun of the fleets creating our own ships. That is how it started afterall, at least I think. Buba could explain it better.

[puddlejumperOZ]

So:
305 Fighter, is already established as a BC 305
306 Bomber, not yet configured
307 Frigate, is F307 fighter

308 Battleship
309 Flagship (maybe?) These last two are condensed into the BB310

Having the asgard out of 4.0 (Or is this 1.0 again?) is a good idea, killman's idea of we've lost contact would be a rather nice twist. We don't have the asgard to fall too, but they might appear in a finale... and 350m is a nice length.

^ its the fun of the fleets creating our own ships. That is how it started afterall, at least I think. Buba could explain it better.

Just a tech issue also. TPTB got it so wrong tagging both their fighter and battle cruisers in the same numerical sequence.

You would in theory have say your BC/BB's in the 300 series, but your fighters should in fact be tagged totally different. As current USAF nunbers for fighters range to F35, the F302 should perhaps have jumped a few numbers say to F50 or so.

[Experiment 442]

Stargate, what ya gonna do lol

[Buba uognarf]

Guys why not use ships that are established in already written fics. Whilst some are utter nonsense, others are quite feasible within our requirements within getting into the realm of uber w*nk. For example
BC305 is already established in several writers fics, an improved BC304
BB310 same thing, a 800 mtr battleship, currently featured in 4 fics
F307 an improved version of the 302, used in about 4 fics that I know of
CG340 a 135 mtr gun cruiser, in 3 fics
AC401 a multi - purpose dropship. Attack/cargo/EW recon, 4 fics

We'll be designing our ships because that's part of the fun of the fleets, the fleet was created for the very purpose of using ships designed by the people of gateworld in a virtual fleet fic.

This is our 'fanfic' and true to tradition we will be designing our own ships. I think if a certain design like one of the ones you mentioned above has merit we can enter it into the appropriate category and see if we can't design something better.

[Davidtourniquet]

Guys why not use ships that are established in already written fics. Whilst some are utter nonsense, others are quite feasible within our requirements within getting into the realm of uber w*nk. For example
BC305 is already established in several writers fics, an improved BC304
BB310 same thing, a 800 mtr battleship, currently featured in 4 fics
F307 an improved version of the 302, used in about 4 fics that I know of
CG340 a 135 mtr gun cruiser, in 3 fics
AC401 a multi - purpose dropship. Attack/cargo/EW recon, 4 fics

That's called plagarism and it's not happening.
So we need to standardise the equipment.

[puddlejumperOZ]

We'll be designing our ships because that's part of the fun of the fleets, the fleet was created for the very purpose of using ships designed by the people of gateworld in a virtual fleet fic.

This is our 'fanfic' and true to tradition we will be designing our own ships. I think if a certain design like one of the ones you mentioned above has merit we can enter it into the appropriate category and see if we can't design something better.

Makes sense Bubba, though I was only putting forth those ideas mainly to get a feel if not for anything else, to keep the ship classes tight and believable, keep us out of the realm of too much fantasy

BTW someone mentined also earlier, that the number of ships and categories should be limited from the early beginings. I agree with this.

[puddlejumperOZ]

Perhaps we can reach an agreement on ship tags though. This is an important element to carry some sense of "Earth" construction.

BC= Battlecruiser: 180 to 300 mtr size
BB= Battleship: 350mtr to 800 mtr
F/A= Fighter/ Attack craft
CE= Cruiser escort: 100 to 200 mtr (this would include the DD destoyer classes)
CG= Cruiser, gunship
AC= Attack, multi purpose dropships
C= Cargo

[Princess Awinita]

That's called plagarism and it's not happening.
So we need to standardise the equipment.

Actually I agree with the Admiral; the ships he suggested are ships he and I use in our stories together as well, if he offers to use them as a base, why turn him down? Most of those craft he actually created on his own, and in many cases did it very well too!

[lord groovy]

What I think :

The colonies shouldn't be able to buy so easily their own ships. As long as they are labeled 'colonies, they should be under the juridiction of their home countries and those will be the one to provide them with space protection. Because they don't want them to have too much power so soon.

At best you could make it a huge controversy when the first colony decide to buy their own ships from alien nations because they feel that Earth dosn't wory enough about them.


About the Asgards, leave them alone in Ida. When they bestowed us the title of '5th race', they meant that we should now deal alone with MW problems. In Ida, they have to rebuild their civilization, solve the cloning problem, deal with the return of the Jotnar and finally repopulate their galaxy/help the less advanced race ignored by the Replicators.

We keep everything they already gave us. APBs are only on the Odyssey which make it an iconic ship. All the other 304s have crappy copies of that original one. The Core could be only be about general knowledge about their race : history, beliefs, some minor techs. You know, the kind of thing that could only be of interest to Daniel Jackson.

Afterall we didn't got anything new from the Core after Unending, except the replicator in Ark of Truth. And since this is going to disappear from the fleet...


Everything else is just good. Who wants to start?

[Lt. Col. Mcoy]

As length doubles, volume goes up by 8, area is by 4.

My apologies for the typo. You're absolutely right.

Just a tech issue also. TPTB got it so wrong tagging both their fighter and battle cruisers in the same numerical sequence.

You would in theory have say your BC/BB's in the 300 series, but your fighters should in fact be tagged totally different. As current USAF nunbers for fighters range to F35, the F302 should perhaps have jumped a few numbers say to F50 or so.

Well, it could have been a project number: something like "Y-302". Then they simply changed it to F-302 instead of giving it a proper designation. Or maybe the 300's were reserved for top secret planes and spacecraft (in a classified document, of course).

The odd thing is that 304's have been designated both battle cruisers and "deep space carriers" in different episodes. Daedelus, for example, is referred to as a battle cruiser, but Odyssey's plaque refers to it as a Deep Space Carrier.

[Davidtourniquet]

Actually I agree with the Admiral; the ships he suggested are ships he and I use in our stories together as well, if he offers to use them as a base, why turn him down? Most of those craft he actually created on his own, and in many cases did it very well too!

As Buba said, part of the joy of the fleets is designing our own ships and we can't pass that up it's core to the fleet.

[puddlejumperOZ]

My apologies for the typo. You're absolutely right.



Well, it could have been a project number: something like "Y-302". Then they simply changed it to F-302 instead of giving it a proper designation. Or maybe the 300's were reserved for top secret planes and spacecraft (in a classified document, of course).

True, but later in production they would be changed to "official" tags/ service ID's. 300 numericall order for capitol ships of the same or similar class I agree, but the fighters no. I might suggest for this the F302 and 307's get renumbered say F50 and F52.

[Experiment 442]

The Spiramortu:

Spoiler:

Spiramortu are a race of biomechanical beings that are rather beast like to look upon. Electronics and hydraulics peeking through flesh skin and organic enhancements; a brain being the ultimate storage device and organs being the most efficient way of healing and survival. But with the advantage of slightly increased strength and more malleable form, one could manage to kill an SG team, definitely if the team was unaware. The Biomechanical structure comes with a downside of reproduction from natural forms being very artificial. Eighty percent of offspring die within the first day, another fifteen percent die within an Earth year of birth. This is due to over extending the variations upon which individuals take to survive different threats.

Spiramortu have a tendency to find cold and darkness at day but heat and light at night; it is thought that they do this because of primal instinct. Any bright shining light will force them to flee, while a dim glow will draw them near. They can live in any climate which has gases that contain oxygen atoms. Their lungs are more advanced at breathing than most other species. They feed off anything that can help the individual survive longer, depending on its density and atomic structure.

A new born is about a meter in length. Within a year it will grow to the size of five meters long. A fully grown Spiramortu is nearly nine meters long. They look like large foxes or wolves when not adapting. A pure Spiramortu is one that has chosen to never adapt, given any circumstance, they are normally called stupid.

Spiramortu can change any part of their form to complete a task. If they are facing an extremely bright light on all side, a Spiramortu will switch to sonar rather than seeing visible light. This is something that takes a while for the mind of an individual to understand and cannot be kept for long or will cause permanent damage to the already damaged variety.

Their intelligence is that of FTL travel, and self regenerating materials. Their ships are not to be seen as organic, they do not feel pain, but large sections heal and rebuild when given the right materials. When on land, certain units are given power cells. These are used to boost communication strength or to boost the speed of adaptation. This is only the speed; the minerals required are still needed for the adaptation to occur. There is also a limit to the lengths a Spiramortu can change itself. It cannot, for instance, grow a new organ or grow another limb. An adaption would be more armour to the body, or spines, not a complex weapon. Of course armour decreases the speed at which a Spiramortu can run. Being beast-like, they have enhanced senses. These can be further enhanced by power management on the unit’s behalf.

Their culture is one very similar to humans’, just different in some areas. For instance, they are not ruled by one single government or dictator. Different cultures are spread into ‘names’ Fra for example is a Name, and last name is the unit’s own name. Different Names are ruled by different leaderships. Fra is led by a Democracy. Tri is led by a Dictatorship. The leaders of the Names meet when large discussions are needed. Fighting between the Names are rare at best. If challenged, a Spiramortu can kill the challenger. This can be as little as a shove, and if not apologised for, will result in a fight. A fight will result in either one or both combatants dying. Fighting is not stopped, unless there is something urgent occurring, in which case it is called a draw. Fighting between Name leaders is a sign of war. Vocal fights are common, the victor is the one with the better understanding or argument; this involves no death of any combatant. Their economy revolves around ‘what you can give me that is worth what I’m going to give you’ idea.

They are not to be taken as invincible. Bullets can break flesh and any shot to the bare chest would cause considerable damage to organs. A shot to the head, as in most cases, would kill. The fact that they number in the hundreds of thousands is a handicap as well. They are decreasing to the point of endangerment.

And thus comes the reason for human assistance; the Asgard cannot help, the Nox will not help a Biomechanical beast race and the Furlings are extinct. The Seeders do nothing. Humankind seems to be the last race capable of helping, and the first encounter has put them on the hostile board.

(I’ll go into further detail if everyone is ok with me continuing)


First Encounters (Just an opening)

Spoiler:

A cold night; it’s always cold on this planet. Heat reserves are running low and minerals are nearly depleted. The Spiramortu wanders on a hopeless mission of discovery: new minerals maybe? No, a usual mixture of Iron, Carbon, Oxygen; the list went on. Spitting out the last bite it heard something. Fra’ti sent ten percent more power to senses. He quickly sparked a fire on a tree to gain attention.

A shout of speech shouted out from north. It was a strange language; a mixture of noises and hums, then another; seeming to be the same language. Fra’ti growled a friendly greating and walked forward. A new mineral was what he was sent for, and new race is what he found. A bright light flashed in his direction and he jumped back. The fire was only dim, like a smouldering lump of wood. He backed away to sit on top of it and waited for heat reserves to go up.

He closed his eyes. There was another flash that caused him to be rather rude. He growled an apology and lowered his head. The light flashed on him and stayed there. That was just rude. He put his arm in the way and waved it trying to signal ‘it hurts’. There was another shout in the language. Fra’kia, his father was joining him on this mission; just an overview. But he was also rather aggressive; Fra’ti’s mother had taught him respect, Fra’kia had taught him how to survive. The strange things were standing on two limbs and using the other two to hold what looked like projectile weaponry. A hunter group maybe; if so, sparking the fire was a good thing.

Coving all the necessary areas, he grew a coat of metal armour, a few spines here and there to look threatening, also to keep them off if they had poisonous fangs. He grew a dimming cover over his eyes to keep bright light to a minimum; also adding a long sharp metallic piece to his forearms. Fra’ti followed them for many hours; they seemed to just be wandering, like him. Maybe the weapons were for protection? They stopped every now and again to plant a small scanning device into the ground; also looking for minerals then.

Fra’kia was in contact with a howl every now and again. Fra’nia was by a power cell receiving instructions from their head of department. Chu’Nia was their contact unit; he would signal the head of department if they needed information. Apparently they were called Humans. Very intelligent, but also stupid; and intelligent stupid races were the kind that started wars. Wars were not what were needed right now. Head of Department had told them to follow and observe. Their language was rather easy to download.

From listening to them, he had discovered: Corporal Benson was the one with the scanning device, a female with a weapon was Sergeant Munds, the two other males were difficult to tell apart, but one was known as Andrew and the other Marks.

“Marks, could you please hurry up and tell Corporal Benson that there is no Naquidah on the planet? It is freezing here. I’m wearing winter clothing for crying out loud, and it’s still cold.” Sergeant Munds seemed to understand that it was, ‘cold’ here. It was in fact minus five degrees Celsius according to the other equipment Marks was holding. It was only going to get colder.

“Yeah, it’s only going to get colder and that wolf thing I saw wasn’t the nicest thing I’ve ever seen.” Marks replied in a give up tone. Fra’ti had used that tone of growl in an argument with his parents many a time.

“Uh-huh, the magical wolf that can walk on fire and is half machine.” Corporal Benson mocked, at least Fra’ti thought so.

“What are all those growls we keep hearing then?” Marks argued.

“Probably wolves; the normal variety we see on Earth.” Munds said.

“I guess you’re right.”

A few hours later, and it was minus ten degrees Celsius. They had reached a novelty ring shaped thing that stuck out of the ground. Fra’ti listened to the wind. Chu’Nia was saying, “Make contact” Along with a language download. It would take about five minutes to install into his system; the extra vocal instruments and such.

“Stop!” Fra’kia shouted in the human language. He was about nine meters long and three high, like all Spiramortu adults. “What was your purpose on this planet?”

“Shoot it Munds!” Andrew shouted.

“Why?” Munds asked a bit confused.

“It’s a space wolf for crying out loud, I doubt it just wants to talk!”

“Andrew shut up.” Munds shouted.

There was an explosion from within one of the weapons the human’s carried and a small metal projectile shaped for maximum speed flew at eight hundred and fifty meters a second into Fra’ti’s father’s left shoulder. Mutilated by a crash or not, that was aggression toward a Spiramortu. His father stood still for a few seconds. His head turning to his shoulder and then toward the one who fired the projectile. With a quick lash, Benson’s head rolled to the ground as Fra’kia’s tail cut through his spine. As soon as this happened, the three other human’s weapons were cut into pieces by Fra’kia’s shoulder gauss cannon. The power cell on his back was empty now.

“Leave this planet.” Fra’kia turned away and disappeared into the dense forest.

“Benson!” Munds shouted as she ran to the body and turned to Fra’kia. “You can’t get away with this!”

“We do what we must in order to survive.” Fra’kia quoted from a famous article that the Head of Department wrote.

One of them had already started to walk toward a device in the ground. Andrews pressed one of the symbols in and then it started to glow. The ring shaped object flashed as an inner ring turned, it was covered in all the symbols on the circular device. Another six were dialled in until a red orb glowed then a blue fracture erupted from the ring. The three ran through and then it disappeared.

Fra’ti had memorised the symbols and order in which they were pressed. He walked over and pressed them again. It activated. After a few minutes of staring at the blue water like substance, it disappeared again. His father had appeared again and was releasing a sensor to hover around the ring device.

“If they return, I will not be so forgiving.” Fra’kia said with an angry growl.

[puddlejumperOZ]

Goa'uld/Ori/Prior

Spoiler:

Back on board the Victory, with SG12 on board, all with some injuries. The vessel is in hyper-space once again.

An Airman approaches Connolly. “Ma’am, they’re alive, all wounded. Major Swane is in very bad shape; Lt. Dreznov has a serious wound to his left shoulder and hand, Captain Henderson has a concussion. Corporal Aboud has a busted right knee and burns to her back and chest; except for the Major, the others will be ok ma’am. Lt. Dreznov has something to show you Captain, he thinks it is important.”

“Infirmary two?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarah enters infirmary, she pauses to look at the Royal Marine Major, Swane; she remebers meeting him once or twice before. She sees that his left leg is missing below the knee, his head is heavily bandaged and wonders what could have been so important on that planet for this team to have put themselves in such harms way? The airforce tech corporal is sedated, bandages cover her torso and a leg cast is on her right limb. The young Marine Capt. Henderson seems to be the least injured, though she is unconscious at this time; Sarah holds the woman’s hand for a brief moment. At the last bed she approaches Lt. Alexi Dreznov, systems and communication specialist, Russian Navy.

“How are feeling Lieutenant?”

“Fine ma’am. And thankyou for saving us back there. They had made our position several times; each time we moved, they seemed to be waiting for us.” He winces in pain.

“Take it easy..” She looks at the tag above his bed. “..Alexi. Take your time.”

“I’m sorry Ma’am; I don’t think we have much time...you must look at the film I recorded on my camera. It’s in my pack..please Captain.” He lapsed into a morphined induced sleep.

Back on the Victory’s bridge, Sarah has Dreznov’s camera plugged into a monitor. Herself and several of the bridge crew watch as the film displays what SG12 had seen.

The first images show many Jaffa guarding a work gang, sandbagging and shoring up what appears to be a large space vessel, trapped in a swamp or bog. Scanning the scene, the camera shows the work gang to be mainly human, a few Jaffa amongst them...they’re all chained. Slaves. Slowly the lens pans around and focuses on one slave, you can hear Capt. Henderson’s voice whispering in the background..“Over there Alexi, get a close up.”

The whirring of the telephoto stops, a young man, bearded, stoops to lift another sandbag, his shoulder coming into focus, an American eagle is tattooed there. As the lens retreats, his face is revealed in detail. Angry, afraid.

Suddenly a commotion is heard near the young man. A robed figured strides his way; Jaffa guarding him. The robed figure points toward the camera lens and as he does so, his hood falls back to reveal the all too familiar face of a Prior. In the moment before the first staffblast comes toward the camera, the Prior’s eyes glow in another all too familiar way, it’s voice issuing commands in Goa’uld.

Lt. Adams is the first to speak, albeit softly. “What the hell...I thought all these guys were friendly. And now this, one with a Goa’uld stuck in his head?”

One of the other crew members speaks out, Master Sergeant Bob Taylor. “Captain, I know that guy. Lt. Liddel, he was with an SG team that went MIA several years ago.”

The captain’s eye’s grow wide as she stares intently at the screen image. But only momentarily. “Major send an encrypted message to the SGC. From the Victory. Am returning to rendezvous vector delta six tango; relay to Orion to return. Transferring cargo and personnel to Orion, delay to Atlantis. Forward message to Atlantis, apologise for said delay. Must return to Earth, priority Zulu November.”