Component:t81-plasma-cannon
In Game Description
Despite its high-tech sound, this plasma cannon is actually a relatively crude solution to the Protectorate's problem of being out-armored in every weight class. These coilguns fire a magnetic bottle containing superheated plasma which shatters against the armor of a warship and melts large holes, opening it up for attack from lighter caliber weaponry such as 100mm.
Stats
| T81 Plasma Cannon | |
|---|---|
| Faction | OSP |
| Cost | 45 pts |
| Dimensions | 6x3x6 (C4) |
| Hitpoints | 300 |
| Hitpoints to Function | 10 |
| Damage Threshold | 25 |
| Mass | 80 Tonnes |
| DC Priority | Medium |
| Accuracy Marks | 35m @ 5 km 70m @ 10 km |
| Role | Offensive |
| Integrated FC | No |
| Optical Backup | Yes |
| Compatible Ammo Types | Ballistic/Magnetic |
| * | 400mm Ampoule |
| Autoloader Capacity | 8 |
| Recycle Time | 5s |
| Reload Time (Energy) | 40s |
| Fire Rate | 6.4 RPM |
| Power | -1500 (kW) |
| Traverse Rate | 5 deg/s |
| Elevation Rate | 5 deg/s |
| Elevation Limits | +60 deg., -5 deg. |
Lore
The gun house is filled with the bell-like clang of the Djinn's breech flying back, ejecting the containment cell out to collect in the overgrowing pile. The vents on cann's[sic] battery chargers flip open one-by-one, hissing as refrigerant is circulated for the next cell. The gun crew works with their coveralls half-down, wrapped around their waists as they call out loading steps.
"Cell! Come on, come on!" From the revolving rack, the next ampoule is quickly swung down into the loading tray, the battery vents snapping shut and building into an audible hum. Two gunners give a quick inspection inside the barrel, looking for any signs of extreme plasma scoring. Both satisfied, they point to the fresh plasma cell. "Load!"
Vance hits the switch, a hydraulic arm shooting forward and smoothly sliding the cell into the open breech before the block seals it in. "Up!" She calls, stepping into the safezone as the Djinn visibly angles itself, the gun crew lurching with the movement of the turret rotating to get back on target with the Alliance ship. Stratis steps in close to her, his face flushed from the heat of the Djinn's ambient temperatures.
"Captain! You should really be in the CIC! You know, where it's safe?!" He shouts over the roar and clang of the Djinn firing off its cell. Vance looks to Stratis with a genuine smile, laughing aloud.
"Nagai can handle it, Nikolaos! Come on, I need this!" She turns away with another laugh. "Next cell! Move it, gentlemen, we're not gonna win the war at this pace!"
