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If the player is Getting Used to New Machine or fighting in somebody elses mobile suit their effective VP is halved but their VP gain is not. (unless they are fighting in somebody elses mobile suit because of a Destroyed status)

The standard VP/CP gain for any battle is 8 for winners, 7 for draws, 6 for losers.

This is then modified by the following, in this exact order:

First modifier
+1 for Quick Learner specialization
+1 for Learning Computer
+1 if a Long Event for each turn in the event after the first turn.

Second modifier
-1 for every 50 VP the player had before the battle.
1-49 = no reduction
50-99 = -1
100-149 = -2

etc

Third modifier
Resulting number halved and rounded down if:
a: Their only contribution to the battle was from Artillery range.
b: They are damaged in any way.
c: The battle is a spar and they have recently sparred.

Fourth modifier
The number is then simply changed to 1 if:
a: The person did not fight in the battle at all. For example, if they are simply sitting in a ship that is fighting and not contributing.
b: The number after the above modifiers is less than 1.

ZEON REFORM PARTY COMMENTS ON THE TORRINGTON INCIDENT

BY CHAIRMAN TONY KNIGHT

The Zeon Reform Party is horrified at the actions that transpired yesterday. We unequivocally condemn the theft of a mobile suit, and hope that the perpetrators are brought to justice in a court of law. However, realizing these men at least claim to be Zeon, we are also responsible for protecting their rights as well.

There can be an ending where everybody wins, the nations and these misguided veterans. It is heartbreaking to see these desperate veterans, with such proud military careers, resort to a life of banditry. We understand it is a product of their living conditions, and so offer livable pensions to any of these people who surrender themselves.

We call on the perpetrators to surrender to the Earth Federation Forces or the Republic of Zeon. We call for extradition to Side 3 for these perpetrators, where they will be jailed in a rehabilitation and reeducation center sponsored by the Zeon Reform Party. We will ensure that your rights are respected and that you are rehabilitated into responsible Side 3 citizens.

Until that can be done, the Zeon Reform Party offers its cooperation and assistance to the Earth Federation Forces, and hopes that the government of the Republic of Zeon will follow suit, so we may all act as responsible members of the international community.

She was his princess that had everything that a man could ask for in a woman; smart, independent, strong, nurturing, and decent looking. Ok, maybe she didn't have it all, but she had a lot to bring to the table. So what if she was only smart when it came to heavy machinery? And who cared that by independent he meant that she stood a full foot taller than anyone in the hangar? Who knows, maybe super-strength ran in the family and they all chewed up iron ingots like they were gum. And the nurturing only for mobile suits... And he did decent looking people a disservice by lumping her in with them... All these might be true, but she was still his princess even if she was of the Amazonian type that wanted to take her grief out on him in a very physical way.

Mora slapped him upside the head when she noticed he wasn't paying attention to her fourth rundown on the differences between the GP01 and the GM II which she thought to be pertinent enough for him to memorize in finite detail. Yes, this was his princess. His very butch and angry princess. Fuck he needed to get laid. How in the hell had that Remington bastard gotten such a fine piece of ass? Man this sucked. Now that Link was stuck on this ship there weren't many prospects for him outside of the amazon and Colonel Cunt.

Another smack and she started verbally tearing into him again. And this one was pisssed off about earlier. Link didn't get it. He was all over that blonde bitch, it was meant to be, or it was before she was flattened by the ceiling. Link was heartbroken. She was going to be the love of his life that would never have his kids because they were a waste of time to raise – his own childhood was proof of that. It could have been his reaction when they lifted the debris off of her, but he couldn't help it. That wasn't a very pretty sight. At least he gave her a goodbye squeeze for old times sake.

Yeah, this Mora bitch was not going to cut it for Link. A shit ton of liquor would make it all good, but with the impending operation there was no way they would let him get his hands on enough to make sure he would not remember. That just left one option.

Link ducks the incoming hand at the last second and laughs at Mora as she hits the side of the Zephyranthes. “Hah! You can't keep hitting me and expect me to n-” He didn't dodge the backhand that smacked away his smile.

...

He was going to murder this bitch.

Zepp has an RPG. It's the best RPG ever. Way better than this one.

I'm playing a Herd of Buffalo.

We do shit like this:

[16:14] <Ketara> HOW DOES HERD OF BUFFALO REGAIN HP?
[16:14] <Zepp> EATING FOOD
[16:14] <Zepp> (HP)
[16:14] <Ketara> BUT WHAT HP FOOD IS THERE FOR HERD OF BUFFALO?!?!?!
[16:14] <Zepp> YOU HAVE 12 LIVE BUFFALO
[16:14] <Feyd> Bison burgers
[16:14] <Ketara> I CANNOT EAT THE BUFFALO]
[16:14] <Ketara> THAT IS CANNIBALISM
[16:14] <Zepp> YOU CAN EAT THE BUFFALO
[16:14] <Ketara> CANNIBALISM
[16:14] <Zepp> JUST IMAGINE IT LIKE
[16:15] <Zepp> AN OLD ONE IS DYING
[16:15] <Ketara> WE DON'T EAT EACH OTHER
[16:15] <Ketara> Is Wheat HP food?
[16:15] <Zepp> THEN BUY WHEAT.
[16:15] <Zepp> Yes.
[16:15] <Zepp> :>
[16:15] <Ketara> !
[16:15] <Ketara> Is there a Wheat field in the farms???
[16:15] <Zepp> There is a grain silo.
[16:15] <Ketara> OH SHIT SON
[16:15] <Ketara> HERD OF BUFFALO SHALL CHARGE THE GRAIN SILO
[16:15] <Zepp> SAVVY
[16:15] <Zepp> DROP THAT EMAIL LIKE IT'S HOT
[16:16] <Ketara> NOPONY SHALL GET IN THE WAY OF OUR ILLUSTRIOUS WHEAT

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Class: Magellan II
Type: battleship
Commissioned: July 25, 0083 | Luna II
Captain: Quentin Carmichael

Construction:
-----Manufacturer: Earth Federation Space Forces
-----Armor: Titanium alloy
-----Dimensions:
----------- 355 meters long
----------- 102 meters wide
----------- 95 meters high
-----Weight: 66000 metric tons

Armaments:
------ 9 x 2-barrel mega particle cannon
------ 8 x rocket launcher
------ 16 x AA laser turret

Capacity:
------ 73 x crew
------ 8 x mobile pod
------ 3 x infantry
------ 2 x cargo

Service Record: Though only recently constructed at the drydocks on Luna II, the Hippomedon is a legacy ship, bearing the name of two previous war vessels that served in the Earth Federation Space Forces. The original Hippomedon was a Salamis cruiser that fought at the Battle of Loum, having the distinction of eating a nuke fired by Char Aznable’s MS-06C. Its successor was a Magellan battleship, built at Jaburo, and launched into space as part of Operation Star One. After participating in several small skirmishes against Zeon escaping into orbit from Odessa, the Hippomedon went on to earn honors during the Battle of Solomon, before disappearing amidst the concentrated mega particle onslaught of Gihren’s Solar Ray Cannon at A Baoa Qu.

The present Hippomedon has been commissioned, along with a large number of other vessels, as reinforcement for the EFSF in this post-OYW environment. After its christening at Luna II, Hippomedon made a swift course for Konpei Island, where it has sat as part of the 4th Defense Group since late July. It awaits the naval review scheduled for October 28th.

Description: Three hundred thirty five meters long, the hulking proto-flagship Hippomedon is a standard Magellan II. The blue matte finish of its frame is littered with a bevy of large two-barrel mega particle cannons, capped at the front by a line of eight rocket launchers, and dotted from bow to stern with anti-MS laser turrets. A hallmark of the Magellan II class is its radio antenna, jutting out from behind the bridge at a forty-degree angle. Alongside these common features, the Hippomedon’s sole distinguishing mark is its crest – located towards the front of the vessel, mirrored on starboard and port sides. The decal is an ancient Greek shield emblazoned with the fire-breathing Typhon, ringed by a halo of snakes.

The Hippomedon can carry two groups of four Ball mobile pods in its hull, and sports quarters for three squadrons of standard infantry, in addition to facilities for the ship’s seventy-three crewmen. Its hallways are clean and unadorned, and smell of recently dried paint. At the base of the bridge’s captain’s chair is a plaque engraved with the Hippomedon’s date and location of commission, name of its captain, and a passage from Aeschylus’s Seven Against Thebes. The passage denotes an introduction of the Spartan warrior Hippomedon, from whom the line of ships gets its name.

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Name: Quentin Carmichael

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Sublieutenant
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Captain

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 68
-----Hair: Graying Brown, Frayed, Greased
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Blue
-----Height: 6’ 2”
-----Weight: 160 lbs
-----Blood Type: O

History: Quentin Carmichael was a child of the early Universal Century, but despite being born to exciting times, never found much entertainment in the rapid advances of the day. He did, however, enjoy their rewards. Carmichael’s parents died in his early-twenties, and he was the sole inheritor of a titanium mining empire that stretched across much of South Africa. He made a fortune selling the land rights, and retired to a life of excess: boozing, womanizing, rocking and rolling.

Into his 60’s when the One Year War broke out, Quentin would have been happy to ignore the “colonial tantrum,” if not for the fact that his fortunes were running slightly anemic thanks to four decades of unadulterated vice. Levying what influence remained in his last name, he managed to score a commission in the Federal Forces. Sublieutenant Carmichael served at Jaburo for most of the war. Only with the onset of Operation Star One did he see action, and then, as captain of a Colombus-class transport that spent both Solomon and A Baoa Qu well behind friendly lines.

With the cessation of conflict, Quentin transferred to Luna II and played an integral role in designing the new generation of Federation ships. He became quick friends with a number of high ranking officials, and was known for his constant presence in the officer’s lounge, as well as his tri-weekly card games. When he was given command of a Magellan II and told to escort it to Konpei Island, he didn’t think much of the mission…

Personality: Sublieutenant Carmichael carries out his duties with a droopy, bored expression – only lightening up when an entertaining diversion comes to mind. He speaks in dower, British tones, which are often slurred by a varying cocktail of potent spirits ever-present in his system. His appearance is disheveled. Gray hair is always slicked back with natural greases, and its frayed ends stick out like pine needles from beneath a white fedora. Eschewing the regulation Federation uniform, Quentin prefers the relaxing fit of a blue sports jacket, slacks, and a red scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Sunglasses are sported when he’s “outside” – anywhere absent the Hippomedon.

Quentin doesn’t really care to “command” his veteran crew. Recognizing the lax situation they find themselves in on Konpei Island, he reacts at most with disinterest – and more often, bemusement – to their various eccentricities. Indeed, he’s been known to join in on the fun from time to time, though is cautious about getting too close, lest he somehow manage to further violate the stature of his command.

Regarding recent events, Carmichael doesn’t believe in the rumors surrounding Operation Stardust. He gives little credence to reports of a Zeon hiding in Side 5, and outright rejects the story of GP-02A’s theft as extremist propaganda. Quentin is content to remain on Konpei Island and enjoy the “noble distractions” his crew offers, while they await the coming naval review.

Sidearm: Flask

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Name: Carl Sturridge

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Ensign
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, First Officer

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 22
-----Hair: Brown, Shaggy
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Blue
-----Height: 5’ 9”
-----Weight: 150 lbs
-----Blood Type: A

Profile: Carl Sturridge came of military age just when the final shots were being fired at A Baoa Qu. He enrolled in the Federation academy at Belfast shortly after, and was known to be an agreeable if somewhat unremarkable candidate. Upon graduation, he was sent to space, and took up second-in-command of the Hippomedon shortly before it launched from Luna II.

Technically, Carl is the Hippomedon’s first officer. Realistically, his lack of experience compared to the remainder of its veteran personnel leaves him more as apprentice and intern to even the non-commissioned crew. David Frost, especially, has taken it as a personal goal to help escort the young Carl into manhood. Bright eyed and optimistic, he doesn’t contest this treatment at any turn. Indeed, when he isn’t performing as a glorified personal assistant to Quentin, he usually helps either David or Rhys in organizing their various “activities.”

Carl holds the official rank of ensign, but to his dismay, is often referred to as “head boy” by Quentin.

Sidearm: Notepad

---

Name: Mike Rosko

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Ensign
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Communications Officer

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 42
-----Hair: Blonde, Unkempt
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Blue
-----Height: 5’ 9”
-----Weight: 240 lbs
-----Blood Type: O

Profile: The only soul to survive service aboard both previous Hippomedons (a feat he has never explained), Mike Rosko functions as the current ship’s communications officer. He is an outgoing sort; boisterous and friendly, with a cool attitude that is unaffected by his memories of the war. With permission (indeed, orders) from Quentin, he has transformed the Hippomedon’s lower deck COMM bay into something of a makeshift DJ booth. From there, he runs Island Radio: a rock and roll station (with a bit of country thrown into the mix) that takes advantage of the Magellan II’s advanced radar pylon to broadcast throughout Konpei Island. “The Count,” as he is known to his adoring audience, rarely sleeps – relying on caffeine and nicotine to carry his jams into the morning hours and beyond.

In the presence of Rhys Kavanagh, Mike’s otherwise unaffected exterior tends to take a bitter turn. While neither will go into detail, there’s an animosity surrounding the events of their survival at A Baoa Qu that persists to this day.

Sidearm: Old Vinyl Record

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Name: Rhys Kavanagh

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Flight Leader

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 38
-----Hair: Blonde, Feathered
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Hazel
-----Height: 6’ 1”
-----Weight: 175 lbs
-----Blood Type: O

Profile: Rhys Kavanagh is a man of the people. Beloved by every crew member – save one – he can do no wrong. Cocky, but with skill to back it up, he is the lone ace pilot aboard the Hippomedon. The fact that he managed to score this status in a Ball during the war only adds to his esteem. As leader of the 334th Lonely Hearts, he is responsible for the other pilots aboard the ship. Being somewhat bored by his current assignment, he deals with the monotony by organizing “activities” that usually get one or more of them thrown in Konpei Island’s brig.

Where Mike Rosko is concerned, Rhys never returns the barbs thrown at him, preferring to keep his distance from Rosko and retreating to “pilot country” when the other man gets especially heated.

Sidearm: Baretta M9

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Name: The 334th Lonely Hearts

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Ranks: Seamen
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Pilots

Profile: A ragtag crew of Ball pilots, not one of the subordinate members of the 344th Lonely Hearts has ever seen real action. They report for duty, they train, and they get into trouble with Rhys. That is their record of service thus far.

Sidearm: Baretta M9

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Name: Mark Wisdom

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Mechanic

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 38
-----Hair: Brown, Long
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Green
-----Height: 6’ 0”
-----Weight: 180 lbs
-----Blood Type: AB

Profile: Little is known about Hippomedon’s laconic chief mechanic. Mark Wisdom is always around, but rarely noticed. The mobile pods get repaired after training exercises, the engines didn’t break down during the trip from Luna II, and despite never being fired the weapons controls show no dust. Nobody’s actually seen him do any work, but these facts cannot be disputed. A pot exists, up to one thousand credits, to the person who can get Mark to speak more than three words on any subject.

Sidearm: Wrench

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Name: Troy Leery

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Security Officer

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 28
-----Hair: Blonde, Spiked
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Hazel
-----Height: 6’ 1”
-----Weight: 180 lbs
-----Blood Type: A

Profile: “A boil on my ass since the day he stepped onto this ship.” – Quentin Carmichael

Troy Leery spent the One Year War on missions that will never see public record. He did them with no zeal – just an obligation to duty, and knowledge that although heinous, his actions were making the world a better place. Sabotage, assassination, and terror were among the more delicate weapons he wielded.

Now in charge of the Hippomedon’s three infantry squads, Troy is the one straight-laced member of the ship’s senior personnel. This hasn’t exactly won him awards with the rest of the crew. Quentin, especially, regards him with a mixture of annoyance and disdain, rebutting any suggestions from Leery with a sneer. “Golden Boy,” as Carmichael puts it, weathers the treatment and just tries to be helpful where he’s allowed. If any amount of readiness can be seen in the Hippomedon’s infantry, it can be attributed to Troy.

Sidearm: Knife

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Name: David Frost

Division: Earth Federation Space Forces
Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class
Assignment: EFSF Hippomedon, Gunnery Sergeant

Appearance:
-----Gender: Male
-----Age: 40
-----Hair: Brown, Bowl Cut
-----Skin: White
-----Eyes: Blue
-----Height: 5’ 8”
-----Weight: 260 lbs
-----Blood Type: O

Profile: David Frost has managed to turn slacking into a lifestyle choice. He obtained high marks in basic training for his gunnery skills, but managed to skirt through the war without ever tagging an enemy. As he explains it, there’s just no space for killing in a heart designed for loving. Quentin is the only captain to accept that claim as legitimate, and Frost has found a home aboard the Hippomedon.

David loves the ladies. Strangely, he has a fairly stellar track record in that department – five court martial hearings for sexual harassment notwithstanding. Aboard the Hippomedon, he’ll chase anything with a pair of legs and a pair of breasts (though wouldn’t rule out compromising on the second number, up or down). In his “off hours,” David is close cohorts with Rhys, helping with his various games and schemes, and palling around with the Lonely Hearts. He also has taken young Carl under his wing, and will see him laid or dead by the naval review.

Sidearm: Condom

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Sunday	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday
------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------	1 Minovsky Particle Detection (1700 hours) ------------------
2 ------------------	3 All Officer Card Game ------------------	4 Black Kings - Live at the Island ------------------	5 Ghost Riding the Whip: A Seminar - Do's and Don't's ------------------	6 Thursday Movie: M*A*S*H 13 - Back in MASHtion ------------------	7 ------------------	8 Infantry Drill (0900 hours) Paintball (0901 hours) ------------------
9 ------------------	10 All Officer Card Game Space Bird Watching ------------------	11 ------------------	12 Lonely Hearts Presents: Good King Wenceslas - A Documentary ------------------	13 Thursday Movie: Something Borrowed ------------------	14 Storytime Corner: Little Black Zeon ------------------	15 A Clean Bunk - A Happy Bunk (1800 hours) Leery Is A Douche (1801 hours) ------------------
16 ------------------	17 All Officer Card Game ------------------	18 Enlisted Card Game, Assholes ------------------	19 Cooking a Torte What Not To Do - Let's Learn Together ------------------	20 Thursday Movie: Fact or Fiction - The 433rd Basterds ------------------	21 ------------------	22 Know Your Mobile Weapons (1230 hours) Get Fucked (1230:01 hours) ------------------
23 ------------------	24 All Officer Card Game ------------------	25 Chilling On A Dirt Road, Laid Back Swerving Like I'm George Jones ------------------	26 Pre Naval Review Toga Party ------------------	27 Thursday Movie Cancelled - Pre Naval Review Good Scrubbing ------------------	28 Naval Review ------------------	29 Post Naval Review Toga Party ------------------
30 ------------------	31 All Officer Costume Card Game Thriller Dance Party ------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------	------------------