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Name Your Spaceship

has to be THUNDERCHILD

A sleek, fast vessell, designed to outrun the targeting arrays and ram through spacestations
 
It's called the 20hurts, and it's essentially a huge subwoofer with a small control module welded on the top that cruises round the universe killing bad guys with unimaginable basslines.

It has an exhaust the size of the blackwall tunnel and one of those natty strips of neon on the underside.
 
Well, as I actually do fly a spaceship, at least in the massively multiplayer SF game Eve Online, I should probably join this geekfest.

I'm typically found flying the notorious Vagabond heavy assault cruiser, and its ship name is invariably 'Poor Impulse Control'
 
The Futility - a small, unmanned probe sent to wander at random through the trillion-mile emptinesses of space containing DNA samples from a few dozen Earth species, a mix tape, and a Chewbacca toy.
 
Well, as I actually do fly a spaceship, at least in the massively multiplayer SF game Eve Online, I should probably join this geekfest.

I'm typically found flying the notorious Vagabond heavy assault cruiser, and its ship name is invariably 'Poor Impulse Control'

Also an EVE player, and can be found in an Apocalypse called War Bastard.
 
The Purple Menace - is purple and has non-regulation purple fairy lights.

Software issues have resulted in a stereo that will only play Phil Collins.

Pulls to the left dangerously when exiting hyperspace.

£750 ono
 
Whatever reasonably-sized family spaceship is most popular for intergalactic reps - they rack up the miles, so I trust their judgement - and holds its value well. And of course I wouldn't name it, unless its registration plate spelled something amusing by chance.
 
We haven't had 'Design your own all-new Star Trek series yet'... :hmm:

Star Trek: The Blank Generation. In which we follow the adventures of several washed out Star Fleet Academy cadets as they spiral down into a mess of apathy, drug addiction, prostitution, and casual violence. Starring Will Wheaton as Wesley Crusher, and some people who can genuinely act.
 
The good ship Scuttlefish is a scuzzy little rustbucket rendered invulnerable to any attack or collision by the simple fact that if it could be destroyed it would have been long ago, what with all the shit it's been through. Top speed is limited only by the amount of toxic engine exhaust you feel able to inhale whilst piloting it. The sound system remains the only thing in the universe you can hear from across several light years of total vacuum and comes fully stocked with one CD; the very best of T-Rex :cool:

It is dark grey, black in the various places where it's been fried by plasma cannons and gridfire. It features not one, not two but three yellow stripes; one of which has fallen off.
 
While we are on Nerdgasm day, name your ship and outline it's capability and class


me

Deus Ex Machina

An old re-fitted lighthugger with a jury-rigged electronics system over the organic layer that has since gone autistic. Anti-matter Engines are useless as they are controlled by the defunct organic layer.

One railgun that escaped demilitarisation.

A limping mean old man with a hidden punch to take out fiesty upstarts:cool:

Oh Cool Thread!:D I feel like it's my birthday.:cool:

The Holiday of Fate.

A dangerousley experimental void needle three killometers wide and black as absolute zero. A criminal to the laws of physics with a fetish for penetrating of G-types, no pilot, a human passenger and billions of tonnes of planck-tec production power to make friends and influence... er, stuff with.
 
Whatever reasonably-sized family spaceship is most popular for intergalactic reps - they rack up the miles, so I trust their judgement - and holds its value well. And of course I wouldn't name it, unless its registration plate spelled something amusing by chance.
I like it!
 
You cannot even see my starship because I am hacking your cortex
The Human sensorium is remarkably easy to hack; our visual
system has been described as an improvised "bag of tricks"13 at
best. Our sense organs acquire such fragmentary, imperfect input
that the brain has to interpret their data using rules of probability

Ramachandran, V.S. 1990. pp346-360 in The Utilitarian Theory of
Perception, C. Blakemore (Ed.), Cambridge University Press, Cambridge.
Notes and References 5
rather than direct perception14. It doesn't so much see the world as
make an educated guess about it. As a result, "improbable" stimuli
tends to go unprocessed at the conscious level, no matter how
strong the input. We tend to simply ignore sights and sound that
don't fit with our worldview.
Sarasti was right: Rorschach wouldn't do anything to you that
you don't already do to yourself.
For example, the invisibility trick of that young, dumb scrambler
— the one who restricted its movement to the gaps in Human
vision— occured to me while reading about something called
inattentional blindness. A Russian guy called Yarbus was the first
to figure out the whole saccadal glitch in Human vision, back in
the nineteen sixties15. Since then, a variety of researchers have
made objects pop in and out of the visual field unnoticed,
conducted conversations with hapless subjects who never realised
that their conversational partner had changed halfway through the
interview, and generally proven that the Human brain just fails to
notice an awful lot of what's going on around it16, 17, 18. Check out
the demos at the website of the Visual Cognition Lab at the
University of Illinois19 and you'll see what I mean. This really is
rather mind-blowing, people. There could be Scientologists
walking among us right now and if they moved just right, we'd
never even see them.
 
The lovely Angel .Ugly old space tug lots of guns and sheilds needs them as its captain and crew are too stupid to run away from a fight .Not as cool as serenity but not as smeggy as red dwarf.
 
The Despondent Waif

Outwardly rather small and insignificant but in reality a fuck off fast spaceship with bad ass matter transmuting weapons
 
I'll just bring these bad boys to any interstellar battles that I might find myself in:

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And, just for the lolz, I'll have my Vogon Constructor fleet controlled by a single central computer:

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And, if the combination of the mighty Vogons and the dreaded HAL9000 isn't enough deterrent, I'll broadcast Vogon poetry at Volume 11 on all frequencies.

*Grins malevolently, and proceeds to go postal throughout the entire Solar System*
 
*Turns up fleet communications to maximum volume*

*Broadcasts on all known frequencies*

'Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't. '

And that's just for starters.
 
It's called the 20hurts, and it's essentially a huge subwoofer with a small control module welded on the top that cruises round the universe killing bad guys with unimaginable basslines.

It has an exhaust the size of the blackwall tunnel and one of those natty strips of neon on the underside.

in space no one can hear your bass
 
in space no one can hear your bass

Bit fucked on the top end as well.


I think I would have to go for a medium sized ship.


There are fitting i would consider essential.

Lots of flashing lights and shit so the UFO anoraks could say "I told you so".
Plasma based weapons for shooting Robert Mugabe and scaring the fuck out of the Israeli government.
Transporter systems so I could raid banks and not give a arsehole about their security systems.
Also handy to sneak into ladies bedrooms.
Extreme viewing technology for watching the aforementioned ladies in the shower. Also handy for new cinema releases.
Replicators for food and whatever.
Wireless hot spot
Spare bedroom for child maid - I'm fucked if I'm cleaning the bastard thing. :p:D
 
humm let me think

Name: Kyuubi

i'm thinking long sleek triangular shape not unlike that of a speed boat of luxury yacht ... not that the hydrodynamics of that shape are important in space... it just looks cool and it's always good to have a pointy bit in front

colour: dark dark grey, just off black however it does have a stylised nine tailed fox design on one side to act as a name plate

The ship is alive although it's nature of existence is slightly unknown as it does not directly communicate with the outside world

the crew are bio engineered cyborgs given birth to by the ship itself these crew although possessing individuality also share a certain level of connection both to each other and the ship if the ship can be seen as the mother then the captain can be seen as the father as the nature of the crew is also determined by the captains personality... (the addition of fox ears and tails to the crew being an example)

primary power system: sealed gravitational well

primary defence: AT field generated by a crew member synchronising with the ship

primary drive system: dimensional displacement, move form a to d via え

Fighting: done up close and personal, while the formidable defensive system soak up the attack a small group of crew are displaced other to the other ship whereby the other crew discover it is quite hard to command a battle when you have a cute but somewhat psychopathic girl making friends with the other members of your crew, this also has the secondary benefit of killing people while leaving the ship relatively unharmed

the captain is kept in the heart of the ship hooked up directly to the ship, however the captain gets around by taking over either a blank body grown by the ship or by co-habiting the body of another crew member

the ship is quite luxuriously laid out with the primary emthisis of having fun

the ship is not aligned with any other organisation and is somewhat amoral exploiting people and even playing god to some primitive species, however it must be said that given that the ship and it's crew are just out to have fun the worst that can be said is that instead of a particular society labouring thousands to death to build a golden temple to their sun god greytath they instead laboured thousands to death to build a golden temple to maid outfits... a more enlighted crew might have tried to minimise the death but the kyuubi crew decided that a visitation from a maid goddess would mean at least the religious wars would be more intresting
 
*Turns up fleet communications to maximum volume*

*Broadcasts on all known frequencies*

'Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't. '

And that's just for starters.

I find your use of metaphysical imagery and interesting rythmic structures quite fascinating.
 
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