So I've been lurking around looking into PCIe screamers ( for reasons other than EFT ), and found that Battle Eye has LEAPED ahead of the game of cat and mouse :
I enjoy EFT and find it amazing the strides Battle Eye is taking with BSG. They are starting to crack down on one of the hardest types of cheats to detect out there.
The M-318A2E5 General Purpose Heavy Machinegun.
A 20mm barrel. Frangible link belt fed. Each box of ammunition containing 200 rounds of variable munitions, from standard soft alloy ball rounds to armor piercing incendiary to self-correcting guided armor piercing discarding sabot fin stabilized warsteel jacketed density enhanced shell mass reactive antimatter core with tracer.
Maximum rate of fire 2,000 rounds a minute. Maximum effective rate of fire at 350 rounds a minute. Recommended rate of fire at 100 rounds per minute. If can be altered on the fly with an advanced firing system or manually fixed by the unit armorer or Weapon Engineer trained green mantid.
A crew served, warborg, or gunnery heavy combat frame (or parity system). Alternatively mounted in a fixed position or on a light armored combat vehicle. Often used as a light weapon on warmechs. It has also been used as a bludgeoning weapon against particularly aggressive and insistent enemy and proven to be more resilient then the body of the enemy.
Single barrel with heat shroud, magnetic rail accelleration with magnetic coil stabilization and variable munition effects, with thermal bloom heat sink option. The bare minimum moving pieces after thousands of years of being steadily shaved down. Stripped down there is not a single extraneous piece of hardware entirely on her body.
Capable of air defense, point defense, anti-armor, anti-infantry, anti-vehicle usage depending on deployment and selected munition type. If you can see it, if you can hit it, if you can maintain fire upon it, you will, inevitably, kill it. Rather, she will kill it, if you are skilled enough.
Able to be resupplied by a Class-II nano-forge with only built in heat sinks and radiator fins, it is capable of resupplying itself with nearly seven hundred rounds per minute and stay within heat tolerances for an unaltered Class-II nano-forge using only atmospheric mass intake. A Class-I nano-forge can produce four hundred rounds per minute within heat tolerances. A Class-III and higher can produce ten thousand rounds per minute with little to no heat or nanite stress and is only limited by the amount of mass it has access to.
A standard ball round... keep reading on reddit ➡
Undrat knew he wasn't the brightest neo-sapient in the galactic arm. None of his people would ever be known for hyper-intelligence or cleverness or ingenuity. They were not grand philosophers or intellectuals. They admired intelligence, admired cleverness, even though comprehending it beyond acknowledging it was largely beyond their capabilities.
That did not mean his people were worthless. His people were the kind of people that slogged through history, their eyes on the goal, ever walking forward. In the long drawn out march of time they had discovered each thing slowly and progressed to the next even if it took centuries or millennia. It did not concern them that they were considered one of the less intelligent neo-sapience species, they knew what was important.
Hard work. Perseverance. Endurance.
For over fifty million years they had been one of the Neo-Sapient Species watched over by the Unified Council. Their home-world had been forgotten as they spread out among the Lanaktallan worlds. They were largely uninterested in colonies or expanding their race.
They were content to enjoy the finer things in life.
A job well done. A difficult and lengthy problem that the solution was perseverance being accomplished. Enduring whatever had to be endured.
Over the aeons Undrat's people had always worked for the Lanaktallan. They were proudest of the fact that they were often moved by the tens of thousands to a new colony to provide the manual labor that a robot had not yet been programmed and fashioned to do.
They had been part of the Unified Council for so long that most of the other species viewed them more as furniture or a standard issue part of anything that required labor.
Undrat's people were robust. Their thick skin let them endure harsh solar emissions, their thick bones and heavy muscles let them handle work on planets up to 1.6G, more than twice the preferred gravity of the rest of the Unified Council species. Their internal organs allowed them to eat and flourish on bare nutripaste without even most of the additives that the majority of races required. They could eat rudimentary crops and usually even local food species with no difficulties. They healed quickly,... keep reading on reddit ➡
The Terran, if that's what an android was, straightened up from fixing Palgret's cradle and restraints and started to turn away. The door thumped dully as it locked into place. Red light came on and there was a hissing sound.
The outside temperature started climbing, quickly reaching 293.85 Kelvin. Steam hissed out, flooding downward from hidden nozzles, hitting the deck, and pluming back upwards. Palgret's head was held still by two padded braces, his feet strapped in, his entire body held tightly. A padded restraining bar had lowered in front of him.
A red laser flickered to life in the steam/smoke, the dot touching his chest. It widened out to his full width, then began expanding into a grid. A green laser line started above his head and moved up and down him across the grid before winking out.
PASSENGER FOUR appeared in mid-air in front of him, then rotated so that he could read it backwards. It hovered in front of him silently as a vibration started.
Palgret could see the Terran out of the corner of his eye, his lower half hidden by the padded brace pressing against his head. Two of those 'androids' were standing next to the Terran, who was obviously refusing to move or follow their instructions.
The vibration shifted, the angle shifted, and Palgret knew that the vehicle he was in was crawling up the side of the crater.
The suit radio clinked several times then there was a burst of static across his datalink. After a second data streamed across his visor. Armor status, memory load, time in suit, diagnostic data, ammunition status, life support, everything. He saw the suit logs playing at high speed, rewinding several times when the Hellspace journey showed up.
DESIGNATION: SPECIES 174, MAMMAL, MALE, EARLY ADULT, 19% O2 ATMOS PREF
SELF-DESIGNATION: MALE MAKTANAN, PALGRET
AFFILIATION: CONFEDERATE ALLIED RACE, ARMED FORCES MEMBER (SWORD HOOF), LOWER ENLISTED RIFLEMAN
STATUS: RECOVERY, MEDICAL TREATMENT, RETURN TO AREA OF OPERATIONS
All of the data appeared in front of him, then rotated to face out, burning dark red.
Palgret swallowed. It was just data but there was something almost malevolent about it. How the onboard system had managed to get al... keep reading on reddit ➡
General No'Drak stared at the holotank, leaning back from the table and pushing the plate to the side. He picked up his pack of cigarettes and opened it slowly, looking at the data that he had been looking over while he ate.
Almost every unit was no longer engaged in fighting. There was some mopup, mostly being handled by the light infantry, mechanized infantry, and the light attack craft units. Third Armor was undergoing refit and examination.
The tanks of Third Armor and First Armored Recon had long lists of malfunctions, errors, and breakdowns, most of them overlapping.
The meme of "Your old tank" and "Your new high tech supertank" had millions of likes, recasts, and other engagement metrics.
No'Drak knew anger when he saw it.
He compared the maitenance lists for the old tanks that Third Armor and First Recon had swapped out after the Telkan Campaign to the current list, then compared it to the new armor that First Telkan Marines and Fifth Powered Infantry Division was using.
Third Armor and First Recon had nearly six times the amount of part and software failures that were standard across virtually 80% of the tanks. The biggest piece was the battlescreen frequency algorithm software had been patched in the field by an enlistedman from 27th Maintenance Brigade.
No'Drak opened the reports on the software. Corps software analysis stated there was nothing wrong with the algorithm, everyone below Corps stated bluntly that the software was trash. The enlistedman from 27th's report was more in-depth. While most of it was formula and went over No'Drak's head, there was one part that he noted.
Every 82 seconds the software restarted at the same frequency before rotating through six different frequencies within a thirty second interval, afterwards randomization improved.
The second part was that the early frequencies all matched the mining lasers used by most mining systems, including Precursor systems.
While the system should have discarded that set of frequencies and not used them further, it did not lock those frequencies out.
Corps Maintenance claimed that the softw... keep reading on reddit ➡