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== OXPs == | == OXPs == | ||
=== Galactic Navy === | === Galactic Navy === | ||
| − | [[Image:Sector2 Navy Sector Command 6 SmallNavySectorMap.png|right]]The Levera system falls under the responsibility of the [[Sector2/Navy Command Station 6|Navy Command Station 6]] in [[ | + | [[Image:Sector2 Navy Sector Command 6 SmallNavySectorMap.png|right]]The Levera system falls under the responsibility of the [[Sector2/Navy Command Station 6|Navy Command Station 6]] in [[Sector2/Texebi|Texebi]], which is in the direct neighbourhood, only 6.8 LY away.([[Galactic Navy OXP]]) |
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== Fiction == | == Fiction == | ||
| + | === Tales from the spacelanes... === | ||
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| + | Captain James Toohey, commander of 'Toohey's Brew' - trader, part time pirate hunter, part time smuggler (if the price is right), part time covert navy operative (completed the Constrictor mission!), reformed gem hoarder, willing to rescue a fellow trader in distress... | ||
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| + | Cruising back to the space lane from the rock hermit “Jefferson’s Secret” after picking up some choice gems, a quantity of gold and platinum and half a hold of radioactives, Capt James Toohey spotted the telltale flash of laser fire somewhere just off Levera Prime. Lining it up in the centre of his hud cross hairs, he jumped confidently toward the upcoming melee. Before long the scanner revealed a Galcop Viper being harassed by a tenacious FDL along with several other contacts engaged with another trader. James made straight for the fugitive Ferdie, but it was twisting and turning in its endeavours with the Viper and difficult to line up. After closing in, James let fly with the Brew’s mil lasers causing it to disengage and lock onto the Brew, loosing its two missiles at relatively short range. James ignored them for the moment and peppered the Ferdie a little more, noting with satisfaction the leakage of plasma and fuel to the aether. The combat alarm sounded another couple of times and James noted on the message screen the acknowledgement from GalCop and a Tnx ping from the harried trader. He was just about to pick the Ferdie off, but was beaten to the draw by the Viper pilot. | ||
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| + | Damn, he thought, turning to face the new foes, noting four combatants at various points around his scanner, along with the two blue missile flags. Double damn, was the second thought; still they were all in different quarters, so no concerted attack at least. He gave the missiles the E(CM)-treatment, the blue flags winking out of existence as he carefully lined up on an Asp. He gave it a good burst from his laser and again saw fuel escaping as the Asp disengaged, but his port side was being struck with a withering blast of laser fire. Ignoring the Asp he pulled a corkscrew on to another FDL. This one was a little easier to chase around the sky as it was focussed on him. After a couple of passes, the Ferdie disintegrated into space dust leaving behind a couple of cargo pods carrying some gold and slaves – damn pirates, thought James. | ||
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| + | Next target happened to be a big, fat, juicy Python. Lined up, its shields collapsing in one continuous volley from the Brews for’d mils. They must have been depleted somewhat by engaging the Viper or the trader; James almost always had to have a couple of goes at a Python – oh well, all to the good. He went to finish it off, but the Asp had come back together with the last combatant that he hadn’t engaged, putting a fair dent into the Brews upgraded shields. Not only that, the Python had loosed a couple of missiles as well, at him or one of the others he wasn’t sure. Turning to one of the other targets, James kept an eye on the missiles to see if they were bee-lining for him – not noticeably so he took careful aim at the Asp again, hopefully its shields hadn’t fully recovered from his first pass. He poured some megawatts into the pirate, but he hadn’t considered his own limitations, the laser hadn’t cooled sufficiently, so had to take the pirate one shot at a time. The Viper added a few shots as well and the Asp fell apart in short order; onto the next target. | ||
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| + | When he eventually picked it up, James almost laughed, it was a Krait; maybe sporting a beam laser, but James thought it was probably max’d out as well since it was only getting a few shots off at him now. He did a bit of dodge and weave giving his lasers a bit of time to cool off, radiating its excess energy to the cold hard black of endless vacuum. Just then there was the tell-tale cyclic wail of an ECM over the comms, the Viper putting paid to the Pythons missiles as James finished off the Krait. That just left the Python, its captain probably struggling to haul its ass out of there, now all his partners in crime were just diffuse clumps of atoms joining the cosmic all. | ||
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| + | It hadn’t got far – maybe its engines were damaged? James pulled into its six and proceeded to take it apart – it didn’t last long, spewing a few pods and an escape capsule. James scooped the tonne of pirate scum together with his gem stash, a pod of luxuries, some alien items and a load of Platinum. James had to sacrifice a couple of tonnes of radioactives to fit in what was left of the Python – twisted hull plate alloy. Hopefully the other trader would scoop up the few items that were left including his small gift. And now feeling somewhat satisfied that the Ooniverse was marginally safer than it had been 5 minutes ago, James injected away towards Levera’s main station, shortly kicking in the Torus drive and looking forward to that cold beer at one of the spacer bars. | ||
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| + | Once he’d docked and handed over the hapless pirate, Zarneedan Qi, over to the relevant authorities for a couple of hundred reward, he hooked into the systems commodities market; selling off his gems, and the precious metals (at premium prices!), together with his own load of radioactives from the hermit and the majority of the wines and liquor he’d toted from Quedle. It was then he noted two significant milestones in his stats: Accredited bounties had exceeded 900 and his bank account had ticked over 200K! | ||
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| + | Now if that don’t make the beer taste so much sweeter! [https://bb.oolite.space/viewtopic.php?p=219682#p219682 SteveKing (2014)] | ||
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=== The Traders Almanach === | === The Traders Almanach === | ||
{{QuoteText|Text=My trading tip for small money: You can't do anything wrong with buying computers here. You've got the choice to move them to Isoned with a decent plus of 44 to 53%, with Eninte or Texebi being the second choice in destinations and Reveve last. Besides, some traders mentioned that piracy on the rise in Isoned and Eninte.|Source=(Excerpt from: [[The Traders Almanach]] entry for 2:138)}} | {{QuoteText|Text=My trading tip for small money: You can't do anything wrong with buying computers here. You've got the choice to move them to Isoned with a decent plus of 44 to 53%, with Eninte or Texebi being the second choice in destinations and Reveve last. Besides, some traders mentioned that piracy on the rise in Isoned and Eninte.|Source=(Excerpt from: [[The Traders Almanach]] entry for 2:138)}} | ||
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| This world is mildly famous for its vast dense forests and its unusual dense forests. |
| Old Galactic Catalogue Entry for 2:138 (Levera) |
Contents
Witchspace Routes
There are 10 direct Witchspace Routes from/to Levera:
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Trade
| Item | Price | Quantity | Avail- ability |
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| Min | Avg | Max | Min | Avg | Max | |||
| Food | 6.8 | 7.0 | 7.2 | 8 | 8.5 | 9 | 100.0% | |
| Textiles | 7.6 | 8.1 | 8.8 | 11 | 12.5 | 14 | 100.0% | |
| Radioactives | 24.8 | 26.2 | 27.6 | 5 | 8.5 | 12 | 100.0% | |
| Slaves | 14.0 | 20.2 | 26.4 | 0 | 3.5 | 6 | 18.7% | |
| Liquor/Wines | 31.2 | 34.1 | 37.2 | 0 | 8.0 | 15 | 93.7% | |
| Luxuries | 81.6 | 82.1 | 82.8 | 46 | 47.5 | 49 | 100.0% | |
| Narcotics | 3.2 | 27.2 | 51.2 | 0 | 26.3 | 59 | 81.2% | |
| Computers | 67.2 | 67.8 | 68.4 | 42 | 43.5 | 45 | 100.0% | |
| Machinery | 49.2 | 50.6 | 52.0 | 34 | 37.5 | 41 | 100.0% | |
| Alloys | 31.6 | 37.8 | 44.0 | 16 | 31.5 | 47 | 100.0% | |
| Firearms | 54.8 | 56.2 | 57.6 | 16 | 19.5 | 23 | 100.0% | |
| Furs | 66.8 | 79.3 | 92.0 | 0 | 18.5 | 36 | 56.2% | |
| Minerals | 12.4 | 12.9 | 13.6 | 54 | 55.5 | 57 | 100.0% | |
| Gold | 38.4 | 39.7 | 41.2 | 3 | 6.5 | 10 | 100.0% | |
| Platinum | 67.6 | 73.8 | 80.0 | 0 | 23.2 | 63 | 96.8% | |
| Gem-Stones | 17.6 | 20.6 | 23.6 | 0 | 5.5 | 10 | 62.5% | |
| Alien Items | 27.2 | 28.6 | 30.0 | 0 | 0.0 | 0 | 0.0% | |
| Average prices are based on long-term established averages (the so-called arithmetic mean). The average quantity is based only on quantity values greater zero. Availability gives a percentage whether a good is available in this system. Please note that these are statistical data. GalCop regulations expressively forbids the broadcasting of actual prices beyond the current system. | ||||||||
OXPs
The Levera system falls under the responsibility of the Navy Command Station 6 in Texebi, which is in the direct neighbourhood, only 6.8 LY away.(Galactic Navy OXP)
Fiction
Tales from the spacelanes...
Captain James Toohey, commander of 'Toohey's Brew' - trader, part time pirate hunter, part time smuggler (if the price is right), part time covert navy operative (completed the Constrictor mission!), reformed gem hoarder, willing to rescue a fellow trader in distress... Cruising back to the space lane from the rock hermit “Jefferson’s Secret” after picking up some choice gems, a quantity of gold and platinum and half a hold of radioactives, Capt James Toohey spotted the telltale flash of laser fire somewhere just off Levera Prime. Lining it up in the centre of his hud cross hairs, he jumped confidently toward the upcoming melee. Before long the scanner revealed a Galcop Viper being harassed by a tenacious FDL along with several other contacts engaged with another trader. James made straight for the fugitive Ferdie, but it was twisting and turning in its endeavours with the Viper and difficult to line up. After closing in, James let fly with the Brew’s mil lasers causing it to disengage and lock onto the Brew, loosing its two missiles at relatively short range. James ignored them for the moment and peppered the Ferdie a little more, noting with satisfaction the leakage of plasma and fuel to the aether. The combat alarm sounded another couple of times and James noted on the message screen the acknowledgement from GalCop and a Tnx ping from the harried trader. He was just about to pick the Ferdie off, but was beaten to the draw by the Viper pilot. Damn, he thought, turning to face the new foes, noting four combatants at various points around his scanner, along with the two blue missile flags. Double damn, was the second thought; still they were all in different quarters, so no concerted attack at least. He gave the missiles the E(CM)-treatment, the blue flags winking out of existence as he carefully lined up on an Asp. He gave it a good burst from his laser and again saw fuel escaping as the Asp disengaged, but his port side was being struck with a withering blast of laser fire. Ignoring the Asp he pulled a corkscrew on to another FDL. This one was a little easier to chase around the sky as it was focussed on him. After a couple of passes, the Ferdie disintegrated into space dust leaving behind a couple of cargo pods carrying some gold and slaves – damn pirates, thought James. Next target happened to be a big, fat, juicy Python. Lined up, its shields collapsing in one continuous volley from the Brews for’d mils. They must have been depleted somewhat by engaging the Viper or the trader; James almost always had to have a couple of goes at a Python – oh well, all to the good. He went to finish it off, but the Asp had come back together with the last combatant that he hadn’t engaged, putting a fair dent into the Brews upgraded shields. Not only that, the Python had loosed a couple of missiles as well, at him or one of the others he wasn’t sure. Turning to one of the other targets, James kept an eye on the missiles to see if they were bee-lining for him – not noticeably so he took careful aim at the Asp again, hopefully its shields hadn’t fully recovered from his first pass. He poured some megawatts into the pirate, but he hadn’t considered his own limitations, the laser hadn’t cooled sufficiently, so had to take the pirate one shot at a time. The Viper added a few shots as well and the Asp fell apart in short order; onto the next target. When he eventually picked it up, James almost laughed, it was a Krait; maybe sporting a beam laser, but James thought it was probably max’d out as well since it was only getting a few shots off at him now. He did a bit of dodge and weave giving his lasers a bit of time to cool off, radiating its excess energy to the cold hard black of endless vacuum. Just then there was the tell-tale cyclic wail of an ECM over the comms, the Viper putting paid to the Pythons missiles as James finished off the Krait. That just left the Python, its captain probably struggling to haul its ass out of there, now all his partners in crime were just diffuse clumps of atoms joining the cosmic all. It hadn’t got far – maybe its engines were damaged? James pulled into its six and proceeded to take it apart – it didn’t last long, spewing a few pods and an escape capsule. James scooped the tonne of pirate scum together with his gem stash, a pod of luxuries, some alien items and a load of Platinum. James had to sacrifice a couple of tonnes of radioactives to fit in what was left of the Python – twisted hull plate alloy. Hopefully the other trader would scoop up the few items that were left including his small gift. And now feeling somewhat satisfied that the Ooniverse was marginally safer than it had been 5 minutes ago, James injected away towards Levera’s main station, shortly kicking in the Torus drive and looking forward to that cold beer at one of the spacer bars. Once he’d docked and handed over the hapless pirate, Zarneedan Qi, over to the relevant authorities for a couple of hundred reward, he hooked into the systems commodities market; selling off his gems, and the precious metals (at premium prices!), together with his own load of radioactives from the hermit and the majority of the wines and liquor he’d toted from Quedle. It was then he noted two significant milestones in his stats: Accredited bounties had exceeded 900 and his bank account had ticked over 200K! Now if that don’t make the beer taste so much sweeter! SteveKing (2014)
The Traders Almanach
| My trading tip for small money: You can't do anything wrong with buying computers here. You've got the choice to move them to Isoned with a decent plus of 44 to 53%, with Eninte or Texebi being the second choice in destinations and Reveve last. Besides, some traders mentioned that piracy on the rise in Isoned and Eninte. |
| (Excerpt from: The Traders Almanach entry for 2:138) |



