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Star Conflict

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Lucas Horn, the Federation's liaison with UMC at ‘New Eden’ station, says that his old friend has arrived in the fringe sectors. Captain of a free cruiser ‘Scotland’ is known for bravely sailing to the most dangerous corners of space, and he always returns with particularly valuable cargo.

Special Offer From Lucas Horn: only today, on December 6, 30% off Nightingale ship components! They can be purchased directly from the ship tree.

Nightingale is the embodiment of elegance and confidence. Show off your piloting skills! MHD generator provides increased power to your weapons if you do not neglect engine power. Speed and the ability to conceal yourself and the team are your main trumps.


The special offer is valid for a limited time and will end on December 7!

Sincerely,
Star Conflict team

Distraction. Part 3


https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/5872192466312668206
https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/3884979582876272446

Owl cluster, Olympus system



Connie Aren never liked accounting work, but sometimes you don’t have a choice. Sometimes digging through stacks of electronic paper is just necessary. Especially when it comes to the need for bonus payments to employees rather than managers. Especially if, in case of “insufficient enthusiasm” in the fulfillment of important tasks for the Federation, there is a chance to lose one’s own bonus. Tired after overseeing ten operations, one of which ended in failure, she hoped to end her paperwork soon. Shortly before this sweet moment, Connie Aren received a message on her communicator over the long distance network:

Hello!

There’s a job. For those who are not too talkative and loyal to the Federation. The objective is to fly to a certain station and enter the required code. I don’t recommend showing it to anyone. The deposit is five hundred thousand credits. The reward is the opportunity to persuade the hospital to stop extracting money from you and treat your sister. I also know that you will decide that this is a deception or a provocation by the Empire. That’s why I’m giving you a password. Use it to access the Federation network. I’m sure you will understand the significance of your task. If you choose to accept it, enter the password. You will receive your deposit immediately. You have one week.

Sincerely, friend of the Federation.


There was a network password attached to the letter, as well as an unknown destination code with the coordinate of the location where it should be entered. It was the system located at the very edge of the Eternal Vanguard.

Connie Aren finished the paperwork and then headed home, having previously had a drink at the bar. There she entered the password and looked through the materials that opened upon request. Knowing her character, there was no one willing to peek in her comm. She didn’t like what she saw. The Alliance had a plan to sacrifice the worlds of Eridan without defending them in order to keep the Armada ready to stab the Empire in the back in the face of the Invasion. When the calculations of crystallid routes were updated, it turned out that there was no way to stop them “later on”. The Vanguard had to block a noticeable part of the bleeding wound themselves. If only they had been warned about the upcoming attack...

Twenty Forerunner artifacts were connected into a network that could disrupt the flow of time in the entire sector. Some of them were powered separately from the main energy source. Therefore, they could be independently disabled. The access code from the letter controlled one of the devices that created the Eternal Vanguard.

Some of the people intimately acquainted with her had observed the slightly more agitated demeanour of the captain of the Expeditionary Fleet on that day and the two following days, but had not given it much thought. And they certainly didn’t know that she’d hardly slept these days, and was calculating the potential danger of unfreezing a part of the Eternal Vanguard. The verdict was simple: there are no aliens in these sectors, but there are parts of the Vanguard stuck in time. Her employer clearly knew about this. He also knew that she had access to the required system, and even supervised the patrol operation carried out there.

Finally, her official day off arrived. Connie Aren walked through the bars of “New Eden”, punched one lawbreaker in the face, and then boarded an interceptor, setting off to “fly”. She checked the milestones of several tasks performed by her subordinates, including those performed in the CBA-19 system. A grim place — half the system is frozen in time, trapped in the black and blue wall of a place called the Eternal Vanguard. A huge prison where people have encased themselves just to hold off the Invasion.

Without knowing the coordinates, finding the right station would be impossible. She was very close to the wall. From here, the Eternal Vanguard looked especially ominous. As soon as Connie Aren came out of warp close to the target, the station’s automatic defence algorithms activated, turrets immediately opened fire on the ship, and the engines were restrained by the engine suppressor.

Unlike many commanders of the forty-seventh century, Connie Aren achieved her rank in combat. First with the Cartel, then with the Aliens. You can get past even modern turrets alive if you know their algorithms. The shields withstood the first couple of hits, and after that the hull began to slowly turn into a sieve. When the interceptor entered the dead zone of the turrets, it was frightening to look at: the right side weapon had melted from a hit, cracks and holes covered the sides of the ship. Using a repair kit, Connie Aren dropped the ship's excess heat and patched up key nodes. The repair bill was going to be huge, but there were more important things right now.

In safety, Connie Aren was finally able to use the intercom with the station and shut down the turrets for a couple of hours. After docking, the station released nanodrones that began to slowly heal the damage done to the ship, and Connie Aren went to the console and entered the code. For the first minute nothing happened, and the captain even thought that this whole idea didn’t work. At this moment, the Signal intensified several times. The station plunged into darkness, and Connie Aren’s head started to feel heavy. Struggling to stay on the floor, the captain trudged toward her ship. Slowly the station’s power supply was being restored: first the gravity generator came on, then the lights. The emergency communications system has been activated.

Connie Aren received multiple SOS signals from her ship.

"SOS! There are wounded! Evacuation required!"

"We were hit by the Aliens, I repeat, we were hit by the Aliens!"

"Pirates..."

"Pirates have been spotted in the sector! They are attacking a cargo ship".

Connie Aren knew what to do. Turning on the link with the control station, she said into the general channel:

"This is the captain of the Federation Expeditionary Fleet. Stay calm, you will all get the help you need. Gather at the evacuation point, or transmit your location via the attached frequency".

After sending the messages and directing the first wave of evacuees to a support site in the system, Connie Aren switched the FTL transmitter to the Vanguard’s frequency and requested communication with the surviving military personnel.

This is senior lieutenant Anton Dregner speaking. Requesting evacuation. I’m sending you the coordinates. The life support system will last for another ten minutes.

"I read you. I’m going to pick you up. Hold on. Do you have anything else that’s important?"

"I do. I’d kill the bastard who unfroze us".

Connie Aren emerged from the warp only thirty kilometers from the wreckage of the lieutenant’s ship. And then the interceptor was covered by a wave of the Signal. The electronics on the ship survived, but the shield generator was out of commission.

I’m in position. Can you clarify which compartment of the ship you are in?

Through a heavy cough, Dregner replied: "On the remains of the bridge. I’ll shine a flashlight".
Connie Aren didn’t immediately see the dim light, but, fortunately for Dregner, she managed to pick him up. They quickly left this inhospitable place. Having caught his breath, Dregner started to speak:

"You need to request communication with the Alliance. I have the necessary authority. The Precursor transmitter is on. The machines will return. We didn't stop them. Another war is coming".

Connie Aren hoped that not all of these predictions would come true. And how could she have known how important this distraction, in which she was a pawn, was in the game of those who determine the fate of the Galaxy?

Baphomet — review trailer
Pilots! Since the launch of the seconds stage of the «Ancient instinct» event it became possible to obtain the new ship — Baphomet.

We recommend you to watch the review trailer for this fighter ship!

50% off 30-day Premium License bundles! Credit bonuses!


Pilots, the weekend begins! Time to prepare your fleet for new victories!

Weekend special offer:


<*> 50% discount on off 30-day Premium License
<*> +50% credits in battles
<*> x3 first victory bonus

We remind you that a Premium license grants all pilots greater rewards for each battle. And when the battle ends, pilots with premium licenses have two additional trophy search attempts, which means that the chances of getting new and unique equipment increase!

The license allows pilots to receive a greater reward:

  • +100% to credit gain;
  • +100% to experience gained;
  • +50% to monocrystals from missions;
  • +2 post-battle trophy search attempts.

Boost your fleet! Let's win together!

Sincerely,
Star Conflict Team

New packs “Star Conflict: Nordstorm”


Pilots! The “Star Conflict: Nordstorm” and “Star Conflict: Nordstorm. Deluxe edition” packs are now available in the official project store. Packs will be available for a limited time until January 8. The ship will be available to pilots with no time limit.



Star Conflict: Nordstorm. Deluxe edition



https://store.steampowered.com/app/2221881/Star_Conflict_Nordstorm_Deluxe_edition/

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This pack includes:

  • Rank 16 recon interceptor “Nordstorm”
  • Passive module “Cyberdeck terminal”
  • Weapon “IFG-4622”
  • Unique portrait “Ragnar March”
  • Special decor “Hosaku reactor”
  • Pattern “Bartle’s labyrinth”

Additionally, the pilot receives the modules:

  • Holoship
  • Micro-locator
  • Teleportation anchor
  • Parasitic remodulator
  • Vernier engines
  • Catalyst injector
  • Emergency barrier
  • Adaptive shield
  • EM-diffuser
  • Asynchronous shield projector
  • Crystal plates
  • “Duelist” protocol

Special bonus for everyone who buys the bundle — Premium license for 90 days!
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Star Conflict: Nordstorm



https://store.steampowered.com/app/2221880/Star_Conflict_Nordstorm/

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This pack includes:

  • Rank 16 recon interceptor “Nordstorm”
  • Passive module “Cyberdeck terminal”
  • Weapon “IFG-4622”
  • Unique portrait “Ragnar March”

Special bonus for everyone who buys the bundle — Premium license for 30 days!
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One day Arnold Klaver, the leader of the Northern Empire, wanted to get a modern ship for his personal use. The shipyards of the systems under his control were noticeably outdated and could only produce fleet models from the Third war for the Bartle sector. So Arnold Klaver turned to the mysterious Klauss Inc. and ordered a scout ship.

A month later, the novelty created specifically for such a wealthy client was ready, and the new ship was equipped with a unique warp drive, allowing it to accelerate to enormous speeds. Moreover, it turned out that along with the exhaust gas, the ship releases a jet of a special substance that slows down the reactions in the ship engines. For its ability to literally freeze the space behind it and its enormous combat power, the ship was named Nordstorm.

Arnold Klaver turned out to be very pleased with his new ship, after which the secret agents of the UMC learned about it. With great difficulty they were able to conclude an agreement with Klauss Inc, obtaining a contract for the supply of such ships to the service of mercenaries.

Ancient instinct. Changes in xenochip rewards


Pilots! UMC reports that there has been a redistribution of the number of Xenochips received by players for tasks.

Now, players will get more Xenochips for completing the first task of the day until the end of the “Ancient Instinct” event.

  • You can obtain xenochips as an additional reward by completing any tasks.
  • Xenochips are in the game for a limited time, and after the end of the event, they will be withdrawn from the game and the accounts of all pilots. Make sure to spend your xenochips before the end of the event!
  • You can spend Xenochips on exclusive rewards during the event.


Sincerely,
Star Conflict Team

30% off Archelon ship components


Pilots! It's time to improve your fleet strength! The Federation liaison at UMC reports that a new transport convoy has arrived in fringe sectors from inner worlds. It seems that the blockade has been broken. We are expecting even more trade caravans in the fringe sectors soon!

Only today, November 29, we offer a 30% discount on Archelon components! They can be purchased directly from the ship tree.

The idea of creating a guard frigate had been on the minds of Federation engineers for a long time. The best specialists spent days in laboratories and test sites around the clock to find a solution. During research by General Reactors corporation the engineers managed to develop a unique power distribution system for the ship’s shields. However, a new concept called for a fundamentally different design and characteristics of the ship. All the little pieces of the project finally came together when the leading designer of Dry Lab corporation joined the team.


The special offer is valid for a limited time and will end on November 30!

Sincerely,
Star Conflict Team

All “Ancient instinct” in one bundle

Experience bonuses!


Pilots, the holidays begin! Time to prepare your fleet for new victories!

Weekend special offer:



  • +50% experience in battle
  • x2 experience transfer rate

Boost your fleet! Let's win together!

Sincerely,
Star Conflict Team

Distraction. Part 2


https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/5872192466312668206

RSGC1 cluster, F15 system



In order to get into the biomorph-infected F15 system, the fighter piloted by Thomas had to use the smugglers’ route, recently discovered by the Inquisition agents, and then fly on pure iridium fuel to the system itself. Using a one-time codebreaker, Miranda discovered the locations of the Federation patrol, which was checking trespassing violations in the infected sector. Unlike the outskirts, this system, even if it was not inhabited, was located fifty parsecs from the main system of the state, so the patrols actually performed their tasks. However, they didn’t have radars inside the infected zone. Therefore, they wouldn’t be able to catch a ship that came out of the warp in the asteroid belt. Fortunately, the senator’s ship was immobilized in this very asteroid belt.

Thomas hurried to activate the ship’s signature masking module. Frankly speaking, the ship didn’t look like anything good either, the armor sparkled in the light of the red supergiant F15 with a chitinous shell, the antennas of the interdimensional communication looked like insect antennae, and the contours gave the ship an obviously inhuman nature. Neither Thomas nor Miranda were happy about the signature change, but now it was necessary — the patrol prefers not to disturb the biomorphs, and meeting them could attract unwanted attention to the operation. Turning on the main engines to full, Thomas sent the Hadrian to the senator’s ship.

The target was several thousand kilometers away, so Thomas and Miranda had some time to study the system. It looked unusual: a giant star occupied half of the horizon, even from almost a dozen astronomical units. The single poor planet of the system melted mercilessly under the heat of the luminary. The choice of a place for the senator’s secret hideout was reasonable: no one would intentionally fly to explore such an unpromising system, and a strong wind from a young star would make any activity here unprofitable, since protection from harsh cosmic rays and particles would consume any possible income.

In this beautiful place, the lights of biomorph ships flickered ominously. Fortunately, they ignored the fighter so far. Sometimes they passed very close to the ship, but there was no reaction on their part. A few hours later, their Hadrian was already moored with the senator’s ship. Surprisingly, the ship’s defences from cosmic radiation have worked so far.

Miranda landed inside in a combat suit, not forgetting to grab a hand-held neutron cannon designed to destroy any organic matter, especially biomorphs, as well as an antimaterial cutter. Some of the ship’s sections were still not depressurized, but Miranda wasn’t going to check the presence or contents of air in them. Removing the gun from the safety lock, the young woman went to explore the ship.

As soon as Miranda came out of the docking gateway, she saw a body lying near the escape capsules. There was a small hole in the dead body’s spacesuit at chest level with dried blood visible inside. A handgun was lying nearby. Miranda picked up the gun in her left hand and looked at the escape pods. The control console of the pod was shot, and an anti-personnel mine hung on the emergency opening valve of each capsule. The corridors of the ship were empty, except for the corpses of the crew scattered in some areas.

Having counted eight bodies, Miranda passed through the docking and two residential bays. Then she finally saw the closed gateway between the sections. Because there was no power, she had to manually open and close the hermetic doors. A couple of minutes later, she found herself in an air-filled room. In the middle of the section there was a table with two people sitting at it: a man of about forty and a six-year-old girl. The one who started the shooting on the ship didn’t have mercy on them either. Even Miranda, who had seen a lot, felt disgusted to be here.

Having passed five more sections, Miranda saw barricades and several crew members lying behind them, clearly trying to defend themselves from someone. There were traces of shooting on the walls. Among the people in the blue and white spacesuits, there were pieces of a black and red ones, perhaps worn by some of the attackers. Finally, she reached the cabin of the vessel’s owner. The edges of the door were melted, and the door itself lay on the floor of the cabin. The senator was sitting in his seat, there were a dozen holes in his chest and stomach.

Miranda began to explore the cabin. Many things were clearly in their places, from which the young woman concluded that the senator wasn’t killed for the sake of his possessions. There was no trace of biomorphs or crystallids here, although there were plenty of them in the system. Then, Miranda moved on to inspecting the equipment: the senator’s computer was turned off due to lack of power. Taking the battery from the shelf, the young woman connected her device to it. A biometric password was set on the computer, which turned out to be quite a poor choice for protection — the machine recognized the disfigured owner, and it opened access to the files. The young woman copied everything that was stored on the senator’s computer onto the communicator.

Miranda sent a message to Thomas on the communicator, then pushed back the seat with the senator and began to dig into the computer files. Among them, the young woman quickly found recordings from surveillance cameras inside the ship. Half an hour later, she was able to figure out the date of the incident: 09/25/4617.

In addition, the folder contained documents that required a classic password. Apparently, one could enter the password an unlimited number of times, but not knowing what to enter, it wouldn’t be possible to hack this database quickly. Returning to the camera recordings from the day of the incident, Miranda decided to examine the senator’s behavior shortly before his death and what happened in general.

It all started when the transport ship “Jersey”, loaded with supplies, flew up to the ship. Two guards in combat suits, three loaders in exoskeletons with platforms, and a storekeeper were awaiting its arrival. The people in civilian spacesuits who got out of the transport after docking were called by the storekeeper with a tablet. Those who arrived quickly negotiated with him and returned to the ship. The loaders almost immediately went to the transport until unloading was completed. One of the guards on the senator’s ship clearly violated protocol, because he threw back the glass of his spacesuit and lit a cigarette.

He had barely taken a couple of puffs when he suddenly grabbed his throat and fell to the floor. The second guard quickly ran up to inspect him, and at that moment he was removed by a burst of fire from the people in black and red combat suits running from the ship. The storekeeper outlived him by no more than a couple of seconds. At that moment, a turret stuck out from the ceiling, but it was immediately destroyed. After reviewing this moment a couple of times, Miranda realized that this happened due to the depressurization that occurred through the hold of the transporter.

Having ripped out the communicators of the dead members of the crew, the group of ten attackers split up. One went to mine the escape pods, five ran towards the senator’s cabin, the rest went to other sections of the ship. Immediately after this, other people from the ship dragged the bodies onto it.

The alarm on the ship was immediately raised, but using communicators with access to the doors, the attackers quickly covered almost half of their way, killing everyone who got in their way. Two of the five died from hits from crew members who barely had time to grab their weapons, another was torn to shreds by a hand-held rocket launcher. One of the pairs lost a soldier due to a turret hidden in the engine section. The ship’s captain managed to seriously wound another raider.

After just half an hour, the attackers and the senator in his cabin were the only ones who remained alive on the ship. They dragged their dead and wounded into the transporter, after which they began methodically sawing the door to the senator’s cabin. He hysterically twisted the metal plate in his hands, at some point threw it on the floor and pushed it under the table with his foot. After that, he tried to do something using his computer. At some point, he began talking to the thugs through the ship’s intercom system:

“I see you won’t stop. Before you kill me, listen carefully. Soon the Aliens will attack the worlds of Eridan, tens of billions of people will die. Warn them”.

At that moment, the door was cut right through on one side. The attackers were silent.

“The Armada will simply abandon them. I can no longer save myself, but why should countless innocents die?” — the senator said, — “I’m not a saint, I’m not asking you to take my word for it. Enter my password into the public network. And you will find out the plans of the Alliance. At least try to do this, do you hear me?”

The senator said the password and repeated it several times, Miranda wrote it down in her communicator. The response to the senator’s attempt to convince the attackers to take pity on the inhabitants of the Eridan worlds was laughter from the attackers.

“You’re wrong, dog,” — one of them said to the senator, when the door had already noticeably bent inside the cabin, — “we are the Armada. You won’t interfere with our fight against the Empire, traitor. And if this requires sending at least a thousand planets to hell, it’s worth it”.

“May you all remain in this hell!” — the senator said, clicking somewhere on the screen and then turning off the computer.

And these were his last words. A couple of seconds later he was riddled with bullets, then the leader of the attackers threw back the glass of his spacesuit helmet for a second and spat in the face of the dead.

“Let’s get out of here,” — he said, — “leave everything as it is. Even if one thing from this bloody ship shows up somewhere, everyone who took part in this battle will die”.

After watching the transport fly away, Miranda noticed that a small shell had hit it from the small gun of the senator’s ship. Zooming in on the images, the young woman realized that it was a warp bomb. A minute later, the transporter tried to leave the system. And at that moment it was torn to pieces. The senator was right, his killers remained in this hell forever.

Miranda took the metal plate out from under the table and found a set of symbols on it. They turned out to be the password to the most important documents on the computer. The young woman looked at them out of the corner of her eye: the files contained information about the project of using Precursor technologies to freeze an entire sector in time. Having copied them separately, she shot into the computer with a gun she had picked up before.

Miranda returned to the ship and told Thomas about what happened here. He got out of the ship and, just in case, broke the gun that destroyed the transporter. After that, they began to look for a place in the system from where the exit to the warp would be invisible to the patrols. Having found a section of the asteroid field that was suitable in all accounts, they began to prepare the ship for the jump. And at that moment a patrol came towards them.

“Damn, it looks like the biomorph is trying to make a warp jump from the system, I'm transmitting the coordinates, copying the signature,” — said the pilot of one of the four Tiger ships.

Thomas immediately interrupted his attempt to go into warp, sharply moved the ship to the left, and Miranda began shooting at one of the patrolmen, sending out the sounds of biomorphs.

“This is Third, my shields are dead,” — shouted the pilot, whose ship was unlucky to be under fire, — “Turning on the camo now”.

A couple of seconds after the camo was turned on, Miranda fired offhand and hit the target. Once again visible by the ship’s systems, the patrol fighter didn’t have time to change the movement vector, and the turret under Miranda’s control knocked out its engine.

Thomas controlled the fighter perfectly, but a one-on-three battle is usually destined to be lost from the start. The patrol’s Gauss cannons damaged the hull of the Inquisition ship, gradually knocking out its systems. Three minutes later, an event occurred that was quite unlikely from the patrol’s point of view, but quite realistic in Miranda’s opinion: biomorphs began to emerge from the warp nearby. Due to the ship’s weak signature, the patrol officers became the first targets of the Aliens, and they immediately lost interest in the lone ship.

When Thomas brought the ship into warp, he asked Miranda: “Why didn’t you use the weapons at full strength? We could have died”.

“If unknown intruders kill a patrol, it could draw attention to the sector where the operation was taking place. If four idiots get into the danger zone, then the Federation will simply find four more idiots”.
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