Torpedoes

Heavy Single-Person Fighter Template
Drive
Tons 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
400 x x x x 8–3 9–4 10–5 10–5 11–6 12–7 20–12 21–14 21–15 23–18 24–20
Defensive Value
Tons 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
400 x 5–1 6–2 6–2 7–3 8–3 9–4 10–5 15–8 17–9 18–11 20–12 21–14
Damage Reduction Slots Per Ships
Tons 0 1 2 3 4 5 Tons Crew Slots Hit Boxes
400 0 2–4 4–8 6–12 8–16 10–20 400 1 38 40
Light Two/Three-Person Fighter Template
Drive
Tons 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
300 x x x x 6–2 7–3 7–3 8–4 8–5 9–5 10–6 15–11 17–12 17–14 18–15
400 x x x x 8–3 9–4 10–5 10–5 11–6 12–7 20–12 21–14 21–15 23–18 24–20
Defensive Value
Tons 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
300 x 4–1 4–1 5–2 5–2 6–2 7–3 7–3 8–4 12–8 14–8 15–9 15–11
400 x 5–1 6–2 6–2 7–3 8–3 9–4 10–5 15–8 17–9 18–11 20–12 21–14
Damage Reduction Slots Per Ships
Tons 0 1 2 3 4 5 Tons Crew Slots Hit Boxes
300 0 2–3 3–6 5–9 6–12 8–15 300 2 25 30
400 0 2–4 4–8 6–12 8–16 10–20 400 2 35 40
400 3 30 40
again. She prayed that
her hopes could still
come true.
“They are like—like
insects,” Crier responded.
“They are
insects that fight like
Terrans—across the
ground and high in the
sky. They have…slaves,
creatures that follow
their thinking but have
no minds of their own.”
“The Builders,”
whispered Mei. She
suddenly realized that
she was crying.
“The one called Mei
knows of them. This
one senses this truth.”
“Mei,” said Lao.
“What is it? Do you
know what Crier is
talking about?”
Mei just sat in the
chair, staring at the
moldate named Crier,
fat tears rolling down
her wrinkled cheeks.
Lao grabbed her
shoulders and turned
her to face him. “Tell
me, Mei,” he demanded.
“You’ve got to tell me!”
“Oh dear God,” Mei
moaned out loud. “Not
again—not again!”
“They’re coming,”
said Crier. “They’ll be
here soon.”
Lao shook Mei by the
shoulders. “Who’s
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