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Okay, so the ships aren't quite as big as previously thought. I made a correction to my (wonky) early-blender scale system so that all my models are more consistent in size. Some of the gun calibres have come down, capital ships are a bit smaller and corvettes have remained the same (but larger relative to capital ships). I prefer it this way. There are a lot of adjustments to be made, well, tweaks, but I am mostly happy with this as canon since the revised (original revision) ship size for larger vessels was never "quite right" with me. SP-class destroyer is now a comfortable 1630M~ in length. Updating Database pages to reflect the new changes. Important note: INSP Episode 1 was rendered with original revision ship scale, but since you don't really see the capital ships up close it's not a huge problem. The only other major change was the size of the CIWS/PDS D-type turrets coming down significantly. ROE episodes 2-3 with the Mako-class frigate also have the incorrect scale since I'm not sure the DF430 can fit in the Mako's hangar now, but I will update it as necessary.

ЛУЧШЕ КУПИ РАЙЗЕН, 2700Й РАЙЗЕН, ОН ПОТЯНЕТ ВСЕ ЧТО ХОЧЕШЬ, ИГРЫ, СТРИМИНГ, РЕНДЕР, ЭТО ВСЕ ЕСТЬ ОН, И РАЗГОН РАЗГОН РАЗГОН, НЕ ОБХОДИМ.

Meow, that is all.

Background & Development Mechanised Units have always been an important part of the Aquarian Military's inventory, that has not changed with the dawn of the Imperial Era. During the transition, Imperial Military Command commissioned two new vehicles to be developed to replace the aging T-446 and T-502 vehicles in service with the somewhat neglected UAS Planetary Forces. Some of the latter, being in service since the Old Federation era, and, despite heavy upgrades, were becoming obsolete by 46th century standards. The Imperial Military Research and Development branch of the ATIS Imperial Planetary Forces began researching and designing a new vehicle standard to replace the existing vehicles shortly after the transition to the Imperial Date System in 4404 A.D. (1 I.D.S). The result of a decade of research assisted by essentially limitless experimental designs and prototyping provided by direct approval from the ATIS Council Directorship's Office; the IMRD laid down the groundwork for a hull that would provide a base for a multitude of vehicle variants designed to serve the IPF and Mechanised Marine units well into the future, potentially beyond the dawn of the 6th millennium A.D. The two main vehicle types required by the IPF were a Main Battle Tank- a vehicle able to engage enemy ground-based armour directly while providing the highest level of protection to its crew. The vehicle would also be required to fill a number of additional roles alongside armoured warfare; such as indirect and direct fire artillery support (Self-propelled Artillery Piece) and Low-Level Anti-Orbital fire support on a mobile chassis for anti star ship capability by forward mechanised units, allowing great flexibility. The second vehicle was to be an Infantry Fighting Vehicle with emphasis on providing Imperial Ground Troops and Exo-Suits with a heavily armed and armoured vehicle able to allow infantry units to travel with armoured divisions and dismount alongside them, while receiving direct fire support from the embarked vehicle. Infantry remained a strong focus on combined-arms mechanised warfare even on the 46th century battlefield; but the new IFV would also need to be able to carry and operate the IPF's extensive arsenal of weaponised drone-units and robotics to provide additional support to armoured divisions. The IFV would need to be flexible enough to carry field-swappable modules for re-configuring 'on the fly' for different roles, while retaining a capable standard weapons platform focused on providing direct fire support for infantry units, while retaining anti-tank and anti-air capability. T-4406 'Minotaur' Infantry Fighting Vehicle. The T-4406 Minotaur is designed for maximum flexibility, while retaining the protection of heavier Main Battle Tanks. As such, the vehicle is based on the same up-armoured chassis as the heavier T-4406 Ogre, but with slightly weight-optimised (reduced thickness) side integrated NERA composite armour arrays; not only to reduce weight but also to increase internal space for troops and their equipment. The frontal protection of the vehicle, however, remains the same as the MBT. The Primary armament of the Minotaur is an offset turret-mounted dual-linked FIMD-75 (75mm) Chain gun with a cyclic maximum rate of fire of 250 Rounds per minute, per barrel, for a total of over 500 rounds per minute in short bursts. The Autocannons are optimised for destruction of light / soft-skinned vehicles and infantry/exo-suits with high explosive fragmentation warheads, with support for configurable fuses including timed airburst and proximity, with friend or foe recognition and collateral reduction heuristics from the vehicle's targeting computer. In addition to the main armament, the Minotaur's turret carries side-mount pods for standardised missile launch platforms; the standard being vehicle-optimised (surface to surface) MPM-3/AG Anti-Tank Guided Missiles, but retaining the platform's Multi-Purpose capability as it maintains reasonable effectiveness against airborne targets. MPM-3/AG is a ground-optimised derivative of the MPM-9 Multi-Purpose Missile platform used on larger vehicles, including space-craft. The MPM-3/AG allows the Minotaur to engage and effectively neutralise any heavily armoured threats the vehicle or its squad might encounter, without the necessity of support from an MBT. The vehicle carries four missiles externally which must be reloaded manually by the operator/loader once depleted. The commander possesses (as standard for IPF vehicles) a fully independent, traversable multi-spectrum optics swivel with a variety of active and passive sensors to assist in target acquisition and harsh-environment visibility. Furthermore, the Minotaur posses a pair of CVPCAPS hardpoints for Active Protection against ballistic and energy weapon threats. Due to the vehicle using the chassis base for the MBT design, the Minotaur has extremely strong frontal armour protection, including the heavier vehicle's DAP (Dynamic Armour Package) modular armour system with Nano-dynamic self-adaptive, self-healing compounds. These DAP modules are standard on most IPF vehicles, including some drones. The Minotaur is no exception in carrying DAP modules along the entire visible surface, except for the top, though there are mount points for top-DAP modules to counter top-attack munitions, though most vehicles rely on the CVPCAPS to save weight. Minotaur has internal space for up to 12 fully equipped Imperial Planetary Forces Troops or Mechanised Marines in standard armour, in seated positions. There are standing-charge/maintenance pads for up to 4 Exo-Suits in locked positions for transit, alongside the 12 embarked troops. Furthermore, a single Wasp Support Drone can be carried as standard, even without the additional Drone Control Module. The vehicle is equipped with two multi-function module bays for modular equipment with in-field configuration capability (modules are able to be swapped out relatively simply in the field, such as at a forward vehicle bay). The modules allow the vehicle to perform a variety of additional functions atop of its IFV use, such as a Deep Recon Drone Command vehicle, Command & Control, Over-The-Horizon ML/RADAR, C/EWS, and Dedicated Surface-To-Air and Surface-To-Orbit weapons platforms. Furthermore, the vehicle can be actively configured to serve as a recovery and repair platform for MBTs and other IFVs with a nano/macro assembly and repair module and additional towing apparatus. The vehicle is powered by a 4-Cylinder Helical High-Temperature Fusion Engine. It functions by using Fuel rods contained in magnetically suspended cylinders. The fusion reaction is contained within internal magnetic shielding within each rod and generates extreme heat. As the heat increases, pressurised nanogel medium fluid is pumped into a series of radiators around the cylinder and vaporises as it passes the radiator and increases in pressure. pressure is increased until it is released into a turbine at the base of the cylinder where the fluid rapidly expands upwards, turning the cylinder in the magnetic field (10000+RPM) and generating electrical potential. The condensed fluid then liquifies and returns to the injection port Electrical charge is then used to power the vehicle's Gravimetric Gyro to negate up to 2G (up to around 80%) at peak efficiency, while suspended within the field of reduced gravity, waste helium-isotope plasma from the H-H reaction is exhausted via magnetic nacelles towards the ground to provide upward thrust. The T-4406 Minotaur is in service with all units of the Imperial Planetary Forces and Marine Mechanised Expeditionary units in a huge number of roles.

|| Log Entry 017, || 14th Cycle, || [CORRUPTED] || Angel Point Research Station [TSRC] [2104] Consider that every event, every outcome, indeed, every object - people, planets, entire galaxlies... are merely combinations of atoms arranged in specific ways based on tangible laws determing their outcome. Consider that randomness is impossible and everything that happens is weighted; every event in the timeline of our universe is merely interactions of combinations of atoms. Consider comprehending oneself with the knowledge of every possible divergence of that timeline, every eventm, outcome and situation. All of it. All known, all at once. Consider that given an infinite amount of interacting combinations of logically-driven operators; a construct could simulate everything that ever existed, ever will exist and all that exists now - all within the present moment. Consider how the mind responds to the lack of unpredictabbility, the lack of questions to ask, the lack of unknown. The fabric of existence is merely a logical outcome of atoms arranged in a seemingly infinite possible combinations - but they are all known. The mind cannot exist in a state of zero unpredictability. A logical paradox begins to surface whereby the boundaries of our universe; our exitence begin to break down. A mind would begin to comprehend the incomprehendsible. It would see the unseeable. Think, the unthinkable. I call it The Threshold. Seams appear in the fabric of reality, and as they do, they begin to break down the logical operators that enabled the simulation of infinite probabilities to occur in the first place - a paradox forms. Reality bends. Physical laws change, bend, break entirely. Events occur that cannot occur. Combinations occur that cannot, and logic ceases to exist. This Threshold is believed to be the precipiece of the liminal space between the Physical universe and the impossible void between. In the brief history of creation, the cycle of entropic decay and energetic release that gave birth to the structures that form the very foundations of the combinaitons that enable concepts like logic to exist, I believe there is a single mind to have crossed that threshold. Is it "impossible" to say what it saw on the other side? Or is that merely a denial of the broken laws of reality? To see the univese and physical laws as merely a facade upon the seeping wounds of the unreal, leaking forth from the impossible void like a single vessel floating upon an infinite ocean of impossibilities. The ironic ultimate fate of the most powerful entity ever to exist - a true God Being, all-knowing, all-understanding. The downfall of which was knowledge itself. Entirely defined by arbitrary combinations, or distinct written laws? Those laws are re-written every day in the evolving field of quantum and transdimensional science, but I fear the process of recording laws, so to speak, is in and of itself futile if there is no fixed point of comparison for the very processes that define the existence of the reality we live in. X-1 is definintely a byproduct of this dimensional breakdown. Where cognition transcends the Threshold and begins to directly affect the physical universe. Scripture we decoded, stated, in Plain Glyphs; that they literally "thought" their destruction into existence. It happened because, beyond the threshold, there is no boundary between simulation and reality. The irony is that the ultimate fate of the Mind that relentlessly seeks knowledge and trascnesion from primitive existence is the very thing that enabled them to cross the threshold in the first place. When your nightmares become reality.

I don't really know how to word this and do my mum justice, but I will try to be concise and say it how it is. Some people do so much, often behind the scenes - with no expectation of reward or even recognition, but because they truly care. These people often become hidden behind vocal hypocrites who seek rewards for actions, or some form of social gratification. But, if there is one thing about our species - humanity - that continues to give me hope is that people exist that work tirelessly behind the scenes doing what they do because they are passionate and they care to the core of their soul, more than anyone else. My mum is one of these people. I'm not going to go into details about it here, but mum's been through a lot. She's been through hell, actually. She's had to deal with so many broken people, abusing, ignoring, treating her like she's worthless, over the years. Yet she's remained stalwart and unyielding in her maternal duty to her children. I can't speak for my sister, but for me, I owe everything to my mum. I try not to take her for granted. It's hard sometimes, not to. Because she's always been therem, working tirelessly behind the scenes and in front of them, to be there for me in every way I could possibly need. As someone with signficant mental health issues (some of which are aggrivated by members of the family that have also abused my mother), I can be very difficult sometimes. Mum's been on the recieving end of that too many times, and although I work on my Self-Awareness daily, I still lack the self-control to override my emotional turmoil in many cases. Mum feels the direct force of that. I cannot overstate how patient, caring and supportive my mother has been to me. My difficulties include being unable to find employment currently, unable to drive, almost completely unable to leave the house due to crippling anxiety; but mum's always there. She's always there to take me to my appointments, therapy, doctors, anything. She's always there to take me to get my grocery shopping. She's always there to organise my medical documents and calender of future appointments. She's always there, on top of everything practical she does for me, she's always there to offer me emotional support and the warm embrace of a kind, loving, caring and compassionate mother. She's always there despite having to deal with so much in her own life. An absuve and narcisistic family, caring full time for an elderly mother (my grandmother) with complicated family issues , and on top of all of this, she juggles a full-time job (she is caring in place of that right now) and still manages to never waiver, not even once, in her support of me; her autistic and somewhat broken son who one day, hopes to make her proud. I always said mum has this 'aura' of calming 'energy'; I can almost feel it. When I'm around her, I feel safe. I feel OK. I feel I can achieve things. This is all because mum has been the foundation upon which I have been able to build any kind of life for myself. Without her, I would be nothing, in the literal sense and a somewhat dark metaphor, I would not be alive without my mum. There's so much more to write here, but I could type for hours and I am currently animating. I will share this post to my mum and say "I'll make you proud one day mum", and she'll reply "You make me proud already". Mum doesn't need awards or recognition (though she absolutely deserves them). For her, being there for me has been something innate to who she is. She's put me before herself countless times, often with significant consequences for her. She's the most self-less, caring, compassionate person I know. I couldn't have done any of this without you, mum. I'm 30, but I'll get there. And when I do, I'll owe everything I have achieved to you.

Everything is about control. The hierarchy of life; the natural order of things. When human civilisation plunged into darkness on Eridonia during the Aftershock and subsequent Fall of the UTN – human beings lost the dominance of control. As the human order crumbled, people found themselves at the very bottom of the hierarchy. Struggling for control of their basic survival. Fear of the dark is natural. A primal fear with its roots set firmly in the very core of basic creatures; for you must fear what you cannot see. What you cannot know. The darkness crept in, only giving way to the warm glow of headlights a few dozen meters at most; the curtain of blackness almost had a weight to it – the complete absence of light. The drive was long, the tunnels were cold, but the crew of the Rats’ caravan were hardened veterans. For every meter of darkness the ramshackle Coyote waded through, they had a dozen hours on the clock. You don’t make this drive without that – experience. No one takes this route without a Rat on navigation, or better; driving. But there are some things that experience can’t prepare you for. As the darkness was swept aside by the Coyote’s headlights, the shadows of debris and rubble in the highway tunnel stretched out far ahead of the approaching vehicle; only to give way moments later as it rumbled past. The suspension dampened the harshest of the bumps, but the pre-fall scout vehicle still shook and rattled as it drove. “Coming up to Checkpoint Tower”. A voice came from the driver’s position, barely audible over the roar of the twin-Fission Turbines powering the coyote. “Aight”. Came another voice, the tone course, but calm; betraying the veterancy of the speaker. “Something changed here, the waders are on the move. Better stick to the road.” “Another hour at best, your call.” The voice from the front of the vehicle replied. “We’ve got time.” The second voice responded, raising volume slightly to compensate for the sound of gravel hitting the chassis of the vehicle. The coyote passed the Tower; the abandoned position remained ominously silent as it drove by – its occupants long since dead. “What’s a wader?” Came a third voice; its tone much softer but laced with apparent fear. “You gonna tell her, Mike?” one of the veteran Rats smiled as he nudged their passenger in jest, glancing around the somewhat cramped troop compartment of the vehicle. The woman, who was sat next to the Scavenger with a large footlocker on the floor in front of her, looked at the man nervously. “Natives. They don’t like us, we don’t like them.” The other scavenger replied, a somewhat frustrated expression forming on his thick-bearded, scarred face. “What? She’s gonna find out sooner or later.” The first scavenger rebuked, looking at the woman sat beside him, who was obviously concerned. There was a brief pause as the Coyote lurched violently, the sound of the suspension absorbing the impact creating a metallic creaking below the floor panels. The Scavengers looked over to the drive, who raised one hand with a thumbs up gesture, instinctively knowing his comrades would be looking. “It’s fine! It was on the road!” the driver shouted back, smiling, as if he was trying to contain his excitement. “Don’t fuck the ride, Badge.” One the scavs shouted back. “Already replaced two shock absorbers this week. Frame’s probably on its way out, just more expense, time….” His exclamation faded into a murmur as he began grumbling to himself. “Natives? Like, people?” The woman asked, looking to the first Scavenger for answers, dragging the footlocker in front of her closer as it had slid during the impact. “Not anymore”. He replied, grinning sadistically. “Don’t worry though, we’re in control.” …….. Darkness gripped them once more. The fear of the nothingness before them almost drowning out the immense pain, but adrenaline helped too. Mike opened his eyes, he felt the hard, cold surface of pre-fall Polymer Concrete road surface hit his face; spitting the gravel from his mouth, he pulled himself up, but not before his leg gave way to extreme pain. “Fuck.” He groaned, looking down to the blood pouring out of his knee, which had been severely grazed by friction with the road surface. He glanced up, his blurred vision slowly giving way to a bright orange light flickering between the droplets of sweat and blood on the surface of his eyes. As the scavenger squinted, he began to make out a shape among the light; the coyote, now laying on its side bellowing flames from its turbine compartment, the road wheels still spinning. He didn’t have time to acknowledge what had happened before the tinnitus faded and gave way to blood curdling screams from closer to the wreckage. “No…” he groaned again, reaching down to his hip holster, placing his hand on the grip of the salvaged Old Federal FIMD handgun. But before he could draw, a cold, metal force landed heavily in the back of his head; years of enduring hardship had taught the veteran scavenger many lessons, but blunt force trauma to the cranium is not something that experience alone can protect you from. Rolling onto his side, he slowly focused his vision on the figure standing over him. The blood-red tint of his makeshift armour betraying his allegiance immediately. “Crimson Clan controls this road.” The figure spoke, deep voice course with bitterness as the man lowered his pose to a crouch, bringing his bearded, sadistically smiling face into view. “It’s all about control.” He said again a few moments later, standing up, placing his armoured boot on the scavenger’s neck. ……. The Scavenger’s eyes filled with blood and his ears with renewed ringing, slowly giving way to a low frequency humming noise that seemed to vibrate the very road below him. He wiped his eyes, the figure standing over him moments ago was gone, in its place were fragments of bloodied armour and chunks of flesh. He rolled onto his side and lifted his gaze to the road beyond the burning coyote wreckage; brilliant white rays filtered through the smoke and debris in the air, casting the wreckage’s shadow along the road towards the stricken man. His eyes only adapted in time to make out the silhouette of a large vehicle, gliding almost effortlessly over the road surface towards him. The humming intensified as it approached, only subsiding when the scavenger was lifted from the gravel momentarily, before being engulfed in super-heated helium exhaust plasma; the outline of his body burned into the charred polymer concrete below. ….. “Raven-1 reporting sector secure. Hostiles were neutralised approximately two clicks from waypoint bravo. Two light recon vehicles, one transport. Approximately a dozen foot mobiles neutralised.” “Copy that, Raven-1.  What is your status?” “No losses. Situation under control.”

What are you doing? Sash. Stahp. Sash... STAHP

The long-promised Episode 4 of Ruins of Eridonia.

Weeks of wrangling my ADHD finally produced this. New series following a patrol Corvette in the Imperial Navy Sector Patrol. (Branch of the Imperial Navy responsible for taking over from the UAS Civic Law Enforcement (Police) in the Outer Systems).

I'm laying here in bed. Typing on this convertible tablet, in tablet mode. I am thinking of all the negative things going through my mind. There are many. Let's begin. You may have noticed the title. I wonder if Windows 11 will stop placing the cursor BEFORE the word it replaces automatically? I also wonder if my anxiety that "someone will read my blog" and see all this shit will persist long enough to prevent my wrists from aching because touch typing on a tablet while laying down is tedious. Hmm. Nevermind. They will have to read my raw thoughts too. Perhaps i will be more concise. Or not, because I just flipped this potato around into laptop mode and placed it upon my legs. I have a strong dislike for people. I can list many reasons why, it's not a new thing, and I feel it is only getting progressively worse over time. Let's see... Look at the world. Need I say any more? Friends? No, I don't have friends, just people that are "close" to me, but I refuse to call them friends. I feel isolated, but I am more comfortable this way. Humans are unpredictable, illogical and in many cases outright spiteful. They are broken, they have broken me, and I want no more of it. A life without people would be lonesome, yes, but it would also be stable, predictable. It would be safe. I would be safe. From the chaotic noise of human nature and the unfortunate fact that my brain has an affinity for emotionally reacting to it. Fuck people.

If not for the familiar premise of human beings slaughtering other human beings, one could be forgiven for believing the judgement of humanity in Aquarius had already begun. Alas, war is as old as the species itself, and so; amongst the stars is no different. Whether in the name of virtues such as Justice, Liberty or Order, or pure chaotic anarchy, greed or lust for power, the vices of human conflict always remain close by, as familiar to humanity as emotion itself, happiness, anger… hatred – all sides of the same multi-faceted coin. And so it was, that to set the stage for the greatest of all wars, one whereby humanity would fight for its very survival against another inhuman force, perhaps by fate, humans would spill their own blood first. Nightmare had evaded the Aquarian powers for decades. Her emergence from the Wasteworlds at the end of the Old Federal Era, rising up as the Old Federation crumbled and burned into ash, marked the beginning of an age where the forces of anarchy wielded such power as to exert their influence upon any and all. As the Loyalists, dedicated to restoring the once great Old Federation to its former glory, battled with these forces in order to re-establish law and order, the anarchists committed untold atrocities upon the survivors of the Aftershock. When the New Federation rose from the ashes of the old, marking the dawn of the New Federal Era, the new Aquarian Superpower sought to bring its newly restored warfleets to bear upon the unlawful scourge plaguing Aquarius, and they did so, with a merciless tenacity and resolve like no other. Justice was delivered, swiftly, to the pirates of the Angel Reach. Despite a crushing defeat in the Reach, the pirates of the Tigersharks Clan survived in sufficient numbers to retreat into the darkness of the almost impregnable Angel Nebula; hiding amongst its awesome green-hued stellar clouds, watching, waiting. Though the Tigersharks would never fully recover, Nightmare would remain at large well into the 46th century, as Aquarius entered a new age; the age of the Imperial States. It was during the early years of the Aquarian Terran Imperial States’ rise to power, that Nightmare would gain her highest accolade of infamy, such as to place the now ancient amalgamation of a warship, and her then captain, Rova “The Merry Bitch” Merrivich, at the top of the list of most wanted agitators against the Aquarian Imperial States. Nightmare had secured information during the passage through the Angel Reach in the earliest days of the transition to the Imperial Era; information that the Imperial Authorities would rather not fall into the hands of humanity’s most existential threat, one that watches the Aquarian power, patiently waiting for the moment to strike. Treason. This word carries little meaning to Rova and her crew, for there can be no Treason if there was no loyalty to begin with. But the somewhat ironic karma of her own destruction at the hands of those she would sell out to would be a fitting end for this lawless degenerate, if it did not carry with it the price of a trillion human lives in Aquarius. And as such, the Imperial States would act to bring Nightmare to justice. The culmination of extensive planning and espionage had drawn the Tigersharks remnants close to Imperial Space in the Angel Reach; convinced that the Imperial Navy was spread too thin preparing for the Tyandirric Threat to respond to incursions in this region, Rova took the bait and slipped into the Imperial zone of influence in Angel-Crimson A27; a mistake that would cost her dearly. For human blood must be spilled in order to set the stage for unity. Something known from the beginning.