Component:p20-bastion-pdt
In Game Description
The P20 is a rotary flak turret which works well against large groups of slow, conventional missiles.
Stats
| P20 'Bastion' PDT | |
|---|---|
| Faction | OSP |
| Cost | 15 pts |
| Dimensions | 2x1x2 (C1) |
| Hitpoints | 100 |
| Hitpoints to Function | 10 |
| Damage Threshold | 15 |
| Mass | 7 Tonnes |
| DC Priority | Medium |
| Accuracy Marks | 52m @ 1 km |
| Role | Defensive |
| Integrated FC | No |
| Optical Backup | Yes |
| Compatible Ammo Types | Ballistic/Chemical/Timed - 50mm |
| Armor Penetration | 0.176 cm |
| Component Damage | 15 HP |
| Speed | 650 m/s |
| Max Range | 2,002m |
| Autoloader Capacity | 100 |
| Recycle Time (Belt)[1] | 0.25 s |
| Reload Time | 0.25 s |
| Fire Rate | 240 RPM |
| Power | -40 (kW) |
| Traverse Rate | 30 deg/s |
| Elevation Rate | 30 deg/s |
| Elevation Limits | +89 deg., -5 deg. |
Lore
Vance lets out a strained grunt as she hefts up the belt, linking it to the feeding port of the flak gun's ammunition storage. "Got it, got it, maxim, lock it in," Al-Saif orders. Maxim steps over the second flak-belt, looking back over her shoulder as she sifts the locking lever upwards, a heavy track falling back into place over both belts. Vance and the team back away as the ammunition feed automatically draws in the belts, a pattern of heavy clanks echoing through the weapons bay as the shells are loaded into the readied magazines.
Vance reaches down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to bring some cool air on her body. "The hell are they feeding these guns?" She jokes, the team letting off tired chuckles as they go systems checks. Al-Saif looks up at a DARCBrain, typing in parameters. "We could've handled this ourselves, Captain, no need for you to break your back with us."
She gives a dismissive wave of her hand, moving to the water injection system and engaging the injectors, listening to the coolant rusk down the flak jackets. "Please," she replies, watching the gauges, "I prefer to know how my ship operates. Some strained muscles won't keep me from breaking /your/ backs, right?" Another chuckle from the compartment as she steps back. "Crazy firepower here. Surprised the barrels don't melt from all of this."
Maxim nods, checking the turret hydraulics. "OTDEL wanted something that could put the Shelter's Stonewall to shame. Supposedly they're using a new allow from Bulwark to handle the heat levels from firing but I don't know the specifics."
"Always with the OTDEL and their fog of war in development," Vance quips. "More paranoid than the damn Naval Office."
- ↑ This Belt tag means it cannot be buffed
