Friday, May 7, 2010

Peoples Arms

“Throughout history, whenever the People have taken a stand against oppression, they have turned to Peoples Arms to provide them with the means to defend themselves and those they love from the forces of Capitalism and Imperialism. Who else could the People turn to, other than an arms manufacturer that is of the People, by the People, and for the People: Peoples Arms!”

                                    Peoples Arms sales brochure, TN1920

Despite their hackneyed marketing campaign’s claims to the contrary, there has not been a Peoples Arms throughout history.  The Terranovan arms manufacturer was founded in 1684 in Timmins as Unger Arms.  When the Timmins Communist Party nationalized manufacturing in 1702, Unger Arms was expanded and set up as the official Timmins state armoury.  Unger Arms was renamed Peoples Arms in a deniable, albeit deliberate attempt at brand name stealing from Paxton Arms. 

Peoples Arms prospered over the cycles as a manufacturer of low-quality, mass-produced firearms, supplying the Timmins Peoples’ Militia as well as outlying Badlander homesteads.  However, in 1851, as Timmins was integrated into the CNCS Protectorate System, a young weapons designer named Achmed Tukhachevsky came to prominence at Peoples Arms when the TA-1851 assault rifle was produced for TDF deployment. 

Cheap to build, simple to use, and reliable, the TA-1851 was a hit with the Timmins part time militia (full time regional defence had by this point been taken over by the Northern Guard).  Soldiers found the weapon slightly less accurate at longer ranges than earlier rifles, but the high rate of fire and the fact that the TA-51 required minimal cleaning won them over.  A shortened carbine (the TAK), a sniper weapon (the TVD), and a squad support weapon (the TPK) all quickly followed.  It soon became a source of prestige for Northern Guard infantrymen garrisoned in Timmins to possess a TA-51.

Had this been any other city-state, the story would end there. However, the Timmins Manufacturing Directorate, the governmental body which oversees all production in the infamous Timmins knock-off factories, saw an opportunity to produce yet another knock-off item for mass, worldwide distribution.  The TA-51X (the X indicates export version) was thus assured the questionable status as yet another “Made in Timmins” item.  This would also mark the first time a Timmins product was itself reproduced in a Timmins knock-off factory. 

Since it first started coming off the knock-off assembly lines, the TA-51 has become a standard of rovers and small-time revolutionaries everywhere on Terranova.   Though its reliability is questionable, when it works, the TA-51 works well.  During the War of the Alliance, existing stockpiles of TA-51s were put to good use by partisan forces across the planet.  Even certain irregular elements of the Peace River Army employed the TA series. This became a source of minor embarrassment to Paxton Arms, whose first post-war marketing campaign was ruined when some of the trideo and still footage used to glorify Paxton’s role in turning the tide against the CEF occasionally showcased a PRA member fielding a grimy TA-51. 

Game Statistics:

All Peoples Arms TA-51-family weapons have the following perks:
Easy to Modify, Battle Rifle, HEP: Desert
The TVD Sniper rifle does not have Easy to Modify but does have the Sniper perk.
The TPK Squad Suppor Weapon may be altered to benefit from the Assault Weapon perk.

The X series of weapons made in the knock-off factories all have the same perks as their standard counterparts and also have the Made in Timmins flaw. 

Performance:

TA-51 7mm Assault Rifle: 
 (TA-51 base model)

(shown with red-dot sight and under-barrel grenade launcher)

MassCostMagazineRangeDamageAccuracyROF
4.3
30, box502501


TAK 7mm Assault Carbine:
(base model shown with standard folding stock)

MassCostMagazineRangeDamageAccuracyROF
2.7
30, box182301


TVD 7mm Sniper Rifle:
 (base model shown with standard bipod)

(shown with optical scope, standard bipod, and matching mass-produced sound suppressor)

MassCostMagazineRangeDamageAccuracyROF
4.31
10, box502700


TPK 7mm Squad Support Weapon:
(base model shown with standard bipod)

(shown in sustained-fire configuration with with red-dot sight, 75 round drum, and standard bipod)

(shown in assault configuration with red-dot sight, 30 round box magazine, and foregrip)

MassCostMagazineRangeDamageAccuracyROF
4.76
30, box or 75, drum502602

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Raptor PR36


The PR36 is Raptor's conversion of the Paxton R36 Assault Rifle into the "ideal shooting and hunting pistol".  Using the same receiver and bolt operation (but with the handle moved behind the magazine), the PR36 has all the dependability of the Paxton assembly in a more compact package.

 In addition to the basic, "stripped" model with 10 round clip, the PR36 is also available in an assault CQB variant with a compact folding/removable stock, 35 round clip, and tactical rail/foregrip.  A variety of standard attachments may be fitted.


(PR36 shown with outline of Riley 13mm heavy pistol)

The Paxton 5mm cartridge has not been widely embraced due to a perceived lack of power, but, in an albeit over-sized handgun, the damage potential is considerable and compares well with similar "hand cannon".

MassCostMagazineRangeDamageAccuracyROF
1.4$$$10, 20, or 35 box152300

Thursday, April 29, 2010

29 April 2010 Caught in the Middle

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Gade and Natty

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Wanted: Sam Tarmalin

For crimes against facial hair.
(Artist's impression.)

Monday, March 29, 2010

Up Close with Konnor Garysson

“It’s the 24th hour on Friday 14 winter 1933.”

“Good evening and welcome to ‘Up Close’ with me, your host, Konnor Garysson.”

“Tonight we will look into the report published this week by the Prince Gable Council sub-committee on political affairs which focused on the events leading to and occurring on 10 Autumn 1931 in Lance Point in which 357 workers were killed in violent clashes with the MILICIA’s 11th heavy gear regiment, the Rapiers.”

“A little more than a cycle after its founding, NuCoal faced its first major scandal when the report published findings of ‘gross negligence’ and ‘potentially culpable misconduct’ on the part of ‘senior officials’ within NuCoal.”

“Just prior to this report, it had been announced by the Fort Neil Mayor’s office that Royz Malkolm would not be running for re-election in next year’s campaign, choosing instead to focus on his duties as chairman of NuCoal. His spokesperson said this decision was made last season, after 3 terms as mayor he felt he needed to focus on his new responsibilities and ‘leave the mantle of municipal governing to someone new’.”

“However SNS has obtained a copy of a memo drafted by the NuCoal chairman’s chief of staff in Autumn of 1931 which calls for ‘longer deliberation’ before acting in Lance Point. The chief of staff at that time was Tomohiro Chambers, an expatriated Mekongese who had become a prominent Badlands businessman and philanthropist.”

“As we were preparing this story, NuCoal announced it was ‘considering’ opening a hearing on the events of ten-A-thirty-one in light of the report and the memo obtained by this program.”

“When we tried to reach Mr. Chambers’ office for comment, we received notice that he was stepping down as CEO of Guildebank, the central banking apparatus for NuCoal as well as all his other private appointments including President of the Badlands Caravan Guild, trustee of the Meredine Foundation and the Lelland Endowment, Doctor Chambers is also major stock holder of numerous other enterprises including SNS news. His office said that Mr. Chambers would be retiring from public view citing ‘personal reasons’.”

“Some pundits say this is as near an admission of guilt in the Lance Point affair as we are likely to see while others argue that he could be falling on his sword to avoid a full blown scandal for NuCoal.”

“No official reaction has been forthcoming from NuCoal concerning Mr. Chambers’ departure; however they have announced plans to restructure the GuildeBank into the NuCoal Reserve Fiduciary.”

“Later in the program we’ll meet some of the victims of that fateful day in Lance Point and hear how they’ve coped since then as well as look into the rumors surrounding a group calling themselves the Badlands Revolutionary Front. That and more when we return.”<

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Caravanery

17 Winter, TN 1935

He looks just like his mother.


Bartholomew Vonyran jotted the line down in his datapad, the stylus ticking softly against the small screen. He sat cross-legged on a bunk, the only open space in the cabin. The caravan was moving, and everything was tied down and folded up. Bart watched a laundry sack sway gently as the big truck navigated the Barrington Basin. He looked back down at his datapad, writing furiously:

Everyone says that. But never to my face. They whisper it just as I leave to do a chore. Ugh. I can't believe that these people all knew my mom and dad. But it'd be alright if they'd at least TALKED TO ME LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING and not like some sort of freak show! After two weeks you'd think that--

"Knock knock!" a woman's voice startled Bart. He looked up. The door to the cabin was open, so the interloper was at least announcing her presence politely. Bart swallowed, trying vainly to hide his datapad journal. It was Tessa, one of the younger members of the caravan, who was something of a mystery to him. Well, more mysterious than most of the crew, anyways. Also, she was pretty and exotic-looking, with big green eyes and very light skin. Bart's experience with the fairer sex was limited to homesteader girls, who were, in his experience, all kinda dull.

"Oh, uh, hi Tessa." Bart gulped, hand on the datapad, covering up the text display.

"Hi Bart!" replied Tessa, sliding into the room confidently. She carried a bowl on a tray, "thought you might be hungry after today, so I brought you some gulash." She placed it on the bed next to the boy.

"Oh! Thanks!" Bart said, genuinely. He was too wrapped up in his journal that he hadn't noticed how hungry he was. He crammed a laden spoon into his mouth, chewed silently a moment, and then swallowed happily. "Mmm. This is really good. Thanks."

Tessa nodded quietly. She looked the boy over, and sat down across from him on a little stool, leaning against the flimsy interior wall. "So, how do you like it?"

"It's good!" he blinked, confused, "I just said that!"

"No no, silly," Tessa leaned forward, and batted Bart on the side of the head, mussing his already unruly mop of hair, "how do you like working on a caravan?" She leaned back against the wall, the stool rocking a little as the caravan truck hit a bump. The boy was clearly formulating a reply. She watched him squirm.

"Oh, you poor thing," she chuckled, "you don't have worry about offending me. I was younger than you when I started on this caravan. And I figure you hate it."

"Really?" Bart put the bowl down and looked over at Tessa. He blushed, "I er...well, I don't hate it exactly." He looked down at the bed, cramming his hands into his jacket pockets.

"But you're wondering why your Pa put you in our tender care?" she smirked, though her eyes were very tender. When Bart finally looked up at her, he scowled.

"I didn't know her."

"What?" his tone had caught Tessa off-guard.

"My mother. I didn't know her," Bart said again, somewhat maliciously. He watched Tessa's face for a reaction, and then regretted what he had said. Her eyes were watery.

"You're even dumber than your father," Tessa stood, hands on her hips. She glared down at the boy, pulling a data-key off a little chain. "Here." She threw it onto the bed. "Breakfast is at 0400. See you there." She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Bart was speechless. He looked at the half-empty bowl, the tray, the spoon on his lap, the data-key on his bed. Dumbfounded, he took the data-key and slid it into the reader on his datapad. A video started playing:

"And here we have Natalia Meredine, 35, from... Where are you from Natty?" Tessa's voice was loud. She was clearly the one holding the camera, which jiggled a little as she zoomed in.

The screen showed the increasingly large rear-end of a slim woman, wearing a pair of baggy Northern-issue khakis. She was bent over, her top half buried in what looked like the electronics bay of a heavy gear.

"Wounded Knee," came the reply, "wait, Tessa, what are you..."

Bart inhaled sharply. He had seen pictures of his mother, purple hair and all, but when he watched her pull herself out of the guts of the gear, turn and face the camera with a scowl, he was sucker-punched. Natty was slightly pregnant. With him. And he did look an awful lot like her, he conceded.

"I'm just taking some video of you, for your boy!" Tessa was rapidly zooming the camera back out, as Natty's face had taken up the entire screen.

"Tessa, first off, I'm bigger than a barnaby right now, so thanks a million. Second, we don't know if it's a boy. And third, I'm going to shove that camera up your nose if you don't turn it off!" Natty glared, though her expression betrayed much mirth. "Now, get back into the cockpit and see if this bucket of bolts has any sensors!"

Bart's eyes widened. When Tessa had zoomed the camera out and put it down, he got a good view of the gear. He recognized it instantly. That was Gun.

The video blacked out.

--I just met my mother. They're right. I do look just like her.


 
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