Component:p11-pavise-pdt
In Game Description
The P11 operates on the same principle as the Mk20 Defender, but make sup for the inherent inaccuracy of the Protectorate's retrofitted civilian sensors by adding a second barrel to double the number of 20mm rounds in any given point in space.
In Game Performance
Far from what the description suggests, the reduced accuracy means this weapon is actually more likely to hit an evading target, making it perform outright better for a lower price; at the cost of higher ammo consumption.
Stats
| P11 'Pavise' PDT | |
|---|---|
| Faction | OSP |
| Cost | 20 pts |
| Dimensions | 2x1x2 (C1) |
| Hitpoints | 100 |
| Hitpoints to Function | 10 |
| Damage Threshold | 15 |
| Mass | 4 Tonnes |
| DC Priority | Medium |
| Accuracy Marks | 5m @ 1 km |
| Role | Defensive |
| Integrated FC | Yes [ RADAR ] |
| Optical Backup | No |
| Compatible Ammo Types | Ballistic/Chemical - 20mm |
| Armor Penetration | 0.3 cm |
| Component Damage | 15 HP |
| Speed | 700 m/s |
| Max Range | 1,750m |
| Fire Rate | 4,800 RPM |
| Power | -150 (kW) |
| Traverse Rate | 100 deg/s |
| Elevation Rate | 100 deg/s |
| Elevation Limits | +89 deg., -5 deg. |
Lore
"Break, break!" Meadows calls, the battlespace a lightshow of explosions, tracer fire, and chaff. The ambush is a complete disaster; barracudas slide through duels, taking opportunistic shots at Tantos caught out of position while expertly weaving through the twin streams of Pavise-fire spilling from the nearby shuttles. The comms chatter is a mess of callouts, status reports, and cries for assistance as Meadows breathes deep, fighting back the Gs of her Tanto pulling hard turns and spins through clouds of inky smoke.
Her Tanto shakes as the nose-gun rips into a passing Barracuda, the craft spinning wildly out of control to explode somewhere out of sight. Meadows swallows, pulling hard on the stick and narrowly avoiding an incoming Barracuda that screams past her. She glances right, watching hte shuttle flying through the furball, both Pavise turrets swinging from target to target and filling the gaps of spacecraft fire with white-hot slugs.
"Four, Six! Stab on track 9-3-0-2, go for the guns!" She orders, taking up a position over the shuttle. Her eyes watch as Messer-6 breaks off from a Barracuda and somersaults to point his nose at the shuttle.
"Six, aff! Stabbing track 9-3-0-2!" There's a pause from the shuttle's guns as they swivel to face Messer-6, the twin barrels glowing a fiery orange-red as they unleash a wall of slugs. Messer-6 shouts some kind of warning over the comms but the noise of his Tanto tearing apart drowns him out, ending only wiht static as the Tanto detonates.
Meadows blinks, letting out a shout of frustration. "All craft, withdraw, withdraw! This is above our Nyx-damned paygrade!"
