Carthrat's journey into space - Round 3! Heaven or Hell!

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, you're right," replies Carthrat, standing up. "By the way, we still need to sell the damn ship. I've stuck up some advertisements, and all, but we want the best price we can get. There will be haggling to be done.."

[Anastasia]

Nodding, Tir turns his attention to the food.

About four buildings away, jammed between a clothing store and a large warehouse is a simple general use internet portal. It looks to be a simple matter to access it...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat walks up to the internet portal and accesses it, hitting the local news.

[Anastasia]

Springing to life, the local news section of the portal reports solely on business matters, sales and the like. There isn't a thing about you, but it's also not all that concerned about non business matters.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat hits the 'Science+' section, looking for the latest technological advances in this sector of the galaxy.

Really, though, he probably needed to backlog the past five years..

[Anastasia]

Reading, a quick inspection shows that drive engine technology is making strides again, as is shielding tech...

OOC - Unless you want to spend and hour of game time here reading, move on.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat continues to speed-read through the endless online tomes of scientific information, his eyes glazing over as he laps up the technological specifics and perks of the new galactic-age technology...

..looking primarily for something that is completely new. An entirely new spin on existing technology, perhaps, or a theorem that was recently proved that opens exciting new doors of technologists everywhere!

[Anastasia]

As Carthrat reads, time slips away as he is once again in his element. A little phone booth like internet portal is his entire world now, the words therein holding great meaning.

The scientific world looks to have been more focused on improving existing tech in the past five years, the bulk of the work on beefing up old toys. Energy weapons in particular are on the verge of a increasement due to new method of using superhot plasma bursts pressed together.

Reading past that, you do find one thing - a semi accepted new theory about higher than warp speeds, and the applications to creating super warp drive engines.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat continuously mumbles something to do with 'inefficiency' and 'illogicality' as he reads the news, particularly with regard to Plasma weapons. As if the things didn't pack enough of a punch allready.

Though he did wonder if they'd found a way to get rid of the vapour trail..

Then again, he always figured that was one of the main pulling points of energy weapons. The mass market; i.e., low-level thugs and small-time pirates and privateers were in the whole business for the thrill, the money, and for looking cool. Naturally, they'd snap up the rifles like a shot..

Super Warp Drive engines were interesting, noted Carthrat. Warp technology was something he was familiar with, and the concept of breaking the next barrier of speed had been something he had considered, back in his thesis-writing days.

However, persuing the matter had never been viable.. looks like some research firm had come up with the credits and all to support it.

"Either way, it doesn't matter.." mumbles Carthrat, figuring he'd better head back to Tir and Rachel..

[Anastasia]

Getting back a moment later, you find a cooling plate of food at your seat and a tall drink. Tir and Rachel watch as you walk back,  having finished their meals already.

"Are you alright, Carthrat," Rachel asks. "I didn't expect you to be gone so long."

[Carthrat]

"I'm fine," replies Carthrat, wolfing down the cold meat. "I just got kinda caught up in what I was doing. It's not a problem, really."

[Anastasia]

"Anyway, eat up," Tir says. "Might as well get going soon...and did you find anything out of note?"'

Havin finished his meal, he leans back in his seat, waiting for you.

[Carthrat]

"Not alot," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Energy weapons are apparently on the rise. We'll need to look into getting appropriate defenses. I wager most of the thugs out there are packing at least a laspistol, and probably half have a Plasma rifle or three, too. We've got to get some reflectors, definately."

[Anastasia]

Tir nods at that, thoughtfully. "That's wonderful news," he notes. "Anything else, or can we finally get going?"

[Carthrat]

"You can start shopping, I guess," replies Carthrat, wolfing down his food. "I better get back and find a sale point for our ship."