Nivee~

Oooooh~ Shiny!!

Edit: Any *operational* rocket

I don't think there's any rocket with that many staging events...

I am playing Judgement Apocalypse Survival simulation.... Let's just say that when you play a Devil slaying survival simulator, but play smooth Jazz / country music in the background.... it almost feels like you are the villain..

How can I play on a realistically sized home world (same metrics as Earth and the solar system) but not RSS? Which planet packs should I use?

"What is Serenity?" Oh? I will do you one better. Why is Serenity?

Well about dang time! But their SCE-200 sorta looks like the RD-810 when you compare looks and specs.. And I found this! Looks like SSLV is INDEED based on a ballistic missile.... Same core diameter, and I have a sneaky suspicion that the second and third stage are almost exactly the same as those on the Agni-V.... As long as they are used responsibly, it's okay..I guess..

Woah nice! The schematics look almost exactly like the ones you would find in those old NASA reports at NTRS!

Yesss Finally!! I haven't completed the first one either I hope this one atleast gives me harpoons and spears ingame..

Chapter 5 Comets Shineth upon Thee Back then the world was much more divided, much more primal than it was today. Two factions were the most prominent. The Western Hegemony, and the Eastern Glory. Both factions had their own space programs, KSC and ESA. But the purpose of these space agencies was not the honest pursuit of knowledge, but to one-up each other. "Atleast I am far away from that madness, even if it's for a short time." Dongan mused aboard his space station. Well, not 'his'. It was KSC's property, he just happened to be the only kerbal on board at the moment. The SpaceLab was Kerbin's second space station, losing narrowly to ESA's Rising Tide. Both space stations were at the same altitude, but different inclination, after a malfunction of SpaceLab's altitude control system rendered it immobile. Both stations got within radio contact range twice a orbit. Losing the race for the Space station was a terrible burn, but ending up in almost the same orbit as the Rising tide? Dead in space, until the next station reboost mission? That was just rubbing salt on the aforementioned terrible burn. <BzzTT...> <SpaceLab, do you copy?> The radio cackled with life, all of a sudden. Dongan picked up the mouth piece. "This is SpaceLab." <Oh, hey! So this is awkward..> A kerblle's voice, with a thick Eastern accent spoke up. <I needed a repair kit real quick. In all that hurry to launch this baby into orbit, we cut corners aaaannnddd...> "You want a repair kit, huh? What did you darned Easterns mess up this time?" <Hey, calm down. It's just a coolant pipe. Can you please please spare some Repairing Resin?> Dongan put down the receiver and went back to his sleeping bag. If all she needed was some Repairing resin, then the leak was not life-threatening. And moreover, he was not under any obligation to help a ESA kerbonaut. <Hey, how dare you hang up on me? I am in mortal danger here!> The Kerbelle continued, regardless. <Fsssshhh..Oh no! The leak is getting worse, help!> Dongan floated to the radio. "No, you made that sound with your lips." <I did not!> "Oh yes, you did. I am not hearing any of those 'Fsssh' noises now, when you are speaking." Dongan retorted. Victory for Dongan! <Okay, you got me.. but can't you send a repair kit? Pretty please?> 'Oh I am so enjoying this' Dongan chuckled and promptly denied. The next few minutes were hell for Dongan,however. The witch kept pestering him. He tried changing his station's receiving radio frequency, but that voice always found it's way. <♪♪ SpaceLab, do you hear me, are you hiding?♪You were always in my orbit, beside me ♪. And I want your, and I need your repairing kits, I will thank you always! ♫> 'Ok, that's enough.' Dongan took off his earplugs, which did diddly-squat to prevent her voice from irritating his ear canals. 'She's not butchering the lyrics of my favorite Dracke song.' "Hey, Witch. Stop that. You are a terrible singer." <Bzzt... Hey, got you to respond, didn't I?> "Aren't you supposedly a bit too cheerful for someone whose space station has cooling problems?" Dongan asked. <Oh, its a minor problem, can wait a day or two.> "Ha!!! Checkmate, witch!" Dangon chuckled in triumph. < Talsha,my name's Talsha> "Hmm? I am Dongan. nice to meet you, Talsha" The banter continued on for sometime, and then both of them retired to their sleeping bags. But this time they had taken an auxillary wireless radio to bed, so that they could talk some more. "Hey Talsha, I don't like your singing." <You are just jealous that I sing Dracke's songs better than you.> "Oh? Why don't you sing in your mother tongue then?" Talya started singing a song, which Dongan could understand, only partially. Apparently it was a story of two lovers who were cursed to meet only twice a day, and only momentarily. After a while, he stopped trying to understand all of it, and just enjoyed the melodious voice, as it cackled out of existence, when the Rising Tide got out of shortwave radio range. ****** The half an orbit later, the stations once again got close enough for radio contact. "Hey Talsha, I am sending over a small MMU with some repair resin. Dont bother returning the box, just send back the MMU." Dangon could *feel* the witch smile as he put the receiver down. After feeding the orbital details of the station into the MMU, he sent it off, with a basic repairing kit, and quite a bit of repairing raisin. A complete orbit and agonizing minutes of radio silence later, he saw his MMU stationed outside. Then the radio buzzed to life. Dongan jumped over to the radio. <Thanks for that, i fixed the leak. I have sent some stuff for you, since you helped me out.> Without a second's delay, Dongan slipped into his Military self. 'Sent something? I explicitly told her to only return the MMU. Could it be an explosive? Bio weapons?' With such morbid thoughts, Dongan EVA'd to the MMU. After docking it in it's place, he scanned the box it was carrying. Thermography, radiography.. all sorts of diagnostic tests. Once he had confirmed that it was not anything harmful, he opened it while still outside the space station. It was a bunch of snacks. And a bottle of wine. Dongan went in the station and tested the snacks and wines for toxins. After finding none, he picked up the radio. "Talsha, I was not in any particular need for supplies" <Oh, I know. You are probably stocked for a month or something. I just sent some of ESA's ration. I know for a fact that KSC's ration tastes like protein-flavored sand.> "Ugh... how gracious of you." Dongan quipped back. <Regardless, there's going to be a comet sighting in a few moments.> "Yeah, the Bailey's comet." Dongan chuckled. "Are you proposing a comet-lit dinner? Pretty bold for a Eastern Kerbelle." <Hmm.. now that you put things that way..yeah sure! Comet-lit dinner for two, candles are so last century.> Talsha laughed from her end. They bid each other farewell until the next time, and went back to their business. But Dongan's radio buzzed once again. "Ugh.. what's it this time?" <Major Dongan Kerman, this is Central High Command.> Dongan sat ramrod straight and picked up the receiver. "This is Major Dongan, Sir!" <Major, tensions have escalated here on ground. Our satellites have observed missiles being readied on Eastern territory, presumably to attack us.> the voice cackled. "How can I be of service?" <We need to deter them. A small show of force should be enough. Ground telescopes show that ESA's space station, the Rising Tide, is still crewed. Can you confirm?> "Yes, it is." Dongan was not liking this conversation. "Good. Your space station is equipped with Anti-Sat missiles. Central Command wants you to launch those on the Rising Tide." "Bu...but I thought attacking kerbonauts was against the law?" Dongan could not believe his ears. <No buts, Major. This would stop the East right in it's tracks when it realizes that we can shoot down all of it's space assets at our whim. As for the kerbonaut aboard, dont worry, she's just one kerbal sacrificed to save a million lives.> "Yes, sir. Understood." Dongan put down the receiver. It felt heavy, very heavy. But such was the life of a soldier. ****** Half an orbit later, the Rising tide got into radio range again. Dongan had primed the missiles, and fed the orbital parameters it needed to strike the target. With his target this close to him, the Anti-Sats were unlikely to fail. Dongan looked at the red button he was supposed to press to fire the missiles. Just as he was about to press it, the radio cackled again. <Hey! Just checking in! The comet's due any minute now, make sure you have a nice view and your snacks ready." Talsha's cheerful voice disrupted Dongan's thought process like a lightning bolt. 'What am I doing? This is wro...no! This is the least of all evils. I must do this, for my people.' After a brief tussle with his conscience he regained his composure and reached for the red button. <You know, my people say that auspiscious ties are made under the light of Bailey's comet. "Friendships and bonds formed last until the next time the comet appears.", thats what they say.> "Witch..." Dongan mumbled. Not that she could hear her, he had not picked up the receiver. <It appears once every 40 years, right? Will you even remember me 40 years later?> Talsha giggled. "Witch..you little.." Dongan's resolved started to break, and then shattered. He powered down the AntiSat missiles and picked up the receiver. "I will remember your irritating voice, you can be sure of that." <Ha, big talk.. You have your snacks and wine ready?> "Yeah, just a minute.." A little while of tumbling around, and Dongan found all that he needed. <Any moment now...> the radio cackled as both kerbonauts waited patiently for the comet. And then they saw it. A faint light at first and then they could see it more clearly. They celebrated and gave a toast to their friendship. ****** "Dongan Kerman? You are a free kerb now." The prison guard opened the doors of his cell. "Hmm? Who bailed me out?" "The KSC. Heck if I know why. Their Financial advisor is waiting for you." Dongan walked to the office, got processed and then escorted out of the Penetentiary. He was a free kerb, with certain conditions. A KSC vehicle was waiting for him. "Mr. Dongan Kerman? I am Mortimer Kerman from the KSC. I must say, the years have been easier on you than they have been on me." a kerb in a suit shook his hand. "Yeah, beating up restless punks in the pennetentiary and then getting some solitude in solitary confinement helps a lot." Mortimer winced and soon they were driving back to KSC. "I have personally seen to it that all treason charges against you are nulled. When you chose not to destroy the Rising Tide, you potentially prevented an all out nuclear war on Kerbin." "How's Talsha?" "Excuse me?" "That Eastern Kerbonaut aboard the Rising Tide, all those years ago. How's she?" Mortimer made a few calls and then told Dongan the bad news. "She is no longer with us, I am afraid. She passed away last week, due to illness." Dongan leaned on the glass window of the car, looking up in the sky. "That wicked witch, couldn't wait for me." He could only stare at the blasted Bailey's comet, which streaked the sky with it's beautiful colors, for the second time in his life. -The end? NAH! You haven't seen anything yet!

Chapter 4 First baby steps A few days after ESA's launch of the Mimus ISRU to orbit, the craft was injected towards it target where it had a little bumpy ride to the surface. The pesky Mun got in the way of a nice clean transfer, so ESA had to make a few correction burns. A flat, ore rich area was designated as the landing zone, and the ISRU plant, along with the tanker landed on Minmus. (Kerbin, Mun and Minmus in the same frame.. nice~~) With a lil balncing act, the setup tipped over and landed in it's wheels, ready to mine the flat minty basin for some nice ore! It was now time to send crew to the ISRU base. The Minmus Taxi in orbit : The crew of 2 engineers was launched from the desert launch site aboard the Cenit launch vehicle. The Minmus taxi, which is a repurposed Mun lander promised a safe journey to their destination, and it delivered on that promise.. Another hop was made to get closer to the ISRU plant, before they realized that the ISRU plant had wheels! However, the presence of wheels did not stop the kerbonauts from 'flying' the base, taking immense advantage of that low Minmus gravity. (Please ignore the random flying tanker in the background, nothing to see here!) ----- Val and company had stayed at Space station Grind for a few more weeks after their EVA construction, letting Sidcott and Maxton use their Crew Transfer Vehicle to land back at KSC. A few days later a BRAND NEW CTV was sent to the space station. "Hey Val, looks like our ride home is here." Jeb looked at the CTV floating about 200 meters from the space station. "It looks... different?" Darya said. "Wait a minute! That's not a Mk 1-3 pod!" The crew pod looked comsiderably different. A little elongated than usual, and had 'engine pods' of some sort. The CTV docked with the space station, and soon they all transfered to the crew cabin with its spick and span interiors. "Looks like we are returning in Business Class." Jonas looked around the spacious crew cabin. Twenty minutes of idle chatting and Val fawning over the new pod, it was time for the reentry burn and subsequent landing. (a rocket propelled one!) As soon as the trio landed at KSC, they saw Sidcott running, waddling and tumbling towards them with a newspaper in hand.------ "Everyone!!!" He slipped and fell face first to the ground. Panting heavily he waved the newspaper. "They made their move!" "Calm down, what did they do?" Val asked. "A refuelling plant on Minmus. I am pretty sure they will be sending up more infrastructure up there soon." "Woah gimme that!!" Darya snatched the newspaper and all of them peered onto it. "Ha, we are safe, they are going to miss the launch window!" Darya smirked on reading ESA's director's statement. "Nope, they aren't kidding. This Kovos fellow is just lulling us into a false sense of security. I am pretty sure they are going to send a mission quickly." Val, however had a different train of thought. Was this the same Kovos Kerman? No, it couldn't be.. Luckily for her, she was shaken out of her thoughts by a radio dispatch. "Why is the recovery vessel not here yet? Are you there, Val?" Linus' voice cackled through the radio. "We have another mission for you, hurry up." "Another mission? Bu.. but we just got baaaacck!!" Darya and Jonas whined but they had little choice but to trudge to the briefing room. ------- In the briefing room, Mortimer and Linus were waiting for them. Maxton was there as well. Linus picked up 2 chalks, one in each hand and tapped at the chalkboard. "Attention everyone!" "We don't know much about Eeloo, our telescopes can only gaze that far. We have however approximated the radius of this moon using spectroscopy methods, and mass using Kreeplerian and Nuketonion laws and to our surprise, it is pretty similar to the Mun. Almost an identical twin!" Linus was drawing diagrams on the chalkboard with both his hands simultaneously. "Hey, whats with that guy? He's extremely ambidextrous.." Darya nudged Sidcott. "You seriously don't know who he is? He's Linus Kerman, the protege of the legendary Werhner Von Kerman. He has won so many trophies, he melted them an..." A chalkpiece hit Sidcott square on the forehead and he yelped. "I like hearing my praises, but I would rather have you pay attention." He took out a new chalk and continued drawing diagram. "So, as I was saying, Eeloo is almost identical to the Mun, thus the Mun is a prime location for us to train and test new technologies before we set out to Sarnus. Any questions?" "Sir, will we at Sarnus for a long time, or will it be a snatch and go?" Sidcott raised his hand. "Once we claim Eeloo, there's little hurry to return. We will conduct all science possible before we return home." "Hey Linus, we are supposedly missing a pilot." Maxton said. "If you really want to cover all of Sarnus system, I doubt Val could do it on her own." Maxton looked over at Valentina. "No offence hun~" "Our second pilot is being... processed.." Mortimer said and Linus winced. "He will be here soon-ish. Maybe not in time for your Mun mission, but he is a veteran, he doesn't need training." The meeting dispersed soon after, and everyone went back to get some rest and recovery before the next big mission. ~The End? NAH! You haven't seen anything yet! Author's note : This chapter may look a little bit clunky, in terms of formatting, but I was trying to cram all of my screenshots into a small space. If it doesn't work out, I will revert back to the old ways.

Skipper, this looks like the mockup of the Revolutionary Frustum Donut patented in 1967, ditching the traditional toroidal shape. The idea was abandoned after a mass police panic when the Toroidal Donut company threatened to stop selling donuts.. <Private, in the background, looking cute> What should I do, Skipper??

I hope one day you catalog all of this in a single pdf document, so that I could take a printout, get it bound and donate it to a library, its that good! But seriously, please catalogue all chapters and pictures...

<All soldiers shouting at the sky with megaphones> HOOOOT!!!!!!!!! <Satellites deorbit from the soundwaves> But jokes aside, it could be a valid long range ICBM....

Well, I actually had this thought yesterday when I was reading of ISRO shifting the Chandrayaan -2 launch to April. ISRO says that the 120 ton SSLV can be readied in 3 days, making it very important from strategic point of view as it can launch surveillance satellite for military and civilian purposes . And AFAIK, their best missile is Agni-V with a 5000-8000(?) km range.. what would a 120 ton rocket could do? 10000 km? Maybe India just made a Very Long range ICBM disguises as a rocket, without alarming any international organizations... Heck I wouldn't be surprised if they are already stockpiling the 'SSLVs'...

World domination? I was thinking of a different kind of domination...but...

It's just the first lunch lol... But I am so happy, I can't stop bouncing ... hope this lasts ... Dad didn't shout out that sentence, but he does a thing when he lowers his pitch and speaks calmly but it feels like ten thousand Maths teachers are breathing down my neck for not getting a problem.. My brother sounds comical when he does that

I said yes It was a nice experience! We had lunch, then I taught him how to play KSP, we landed on Mun and Minmus in a single mission! Bill and Val died though , the return capsules parachutes didn't open fast enough. All this time, my elder brother was trying to be a jerk to my guy, and my Mom sent him back to his room. And my Dad was containing his emotions, and if he were pushed even an inch further, I am pretty sure his anger would make the entire Pacific Ring Of Fire explode simultaneously! I asked Mom if he(my guy) could stay for dinner, and then dad (almost) exploded "LET'S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES!!". He calmed down, and my guy realized he had overstayed his welcome. <It was fun >

Woah.. I just realized that my country's colonial history post 1700s is some Game of Thrones level stuff... I mean there's treachery, violence and the protagonist, whomsoever it might be, just can't win! You could make a franchise out of this, a whole new cinematic universe, and it would be earning billions! Also I was asked out in the most weird but yet amazing ways possible!! So there's this guy who I discovered is good at blender. He knows about my space love, and made a beautiful Apollo variant in blender, rendered it and sent it's pic to me, and asked if I was free for lunch tomorrow!! I haven't replied yet...

Hi! So, my latest question is: What is the workflow that Planet Pack Makers prefer while making awesome planets and Solar systems?

Apparently Nasa had to defend the name of Ultima Thule amid questions about <German N-Word> connections....smh... <Deep breath in, deep breath out> It would be impolite to say this, but yeah, you are very lucky... Goodness I hope so... I hope the industrial spinoffs because of interplanetary travel keep mankind busy for a couple of centuries... I used to watch an anime, where one villain often used to say that humans will not appreciate peace if they haven't seen war... Maybe, just maybe if something drastic happens in near future, it will jolt humans out of inaction?

I was feeling oddly philosophical... Has the modern, post industrial revolution society reached the top of the bell curve? Will there be only decline in the future? Are we, as a society, doomed to fail? A new faction popping up every day with their own set of demands.. Established tradition and institutions being 'changed' just to satisfy a couple of vain people? Scientific progress held back by stupid stuff.. I watched a couple of videos of Isaac Arthur, an optimistic futurism channel on youtube. After every video, i was thinking, "Let's not kid ourself... we will never progress that far out in the future.' I think I understand the Fermi Paradox now. Aliens have not contacted us, because just like us, their society falls into ruins after a couple of centuries... They can never free themselves of the shackles of their home planet,let alone contact other advanced cultures. We were born here, and we are doomed to die on this pitiful little planet of dirt and rocks... Sorry for the rant...

It's just a request, or maybe an idea for any aspiring dev to take up on, not an order. Because come on, wouldn't you like this in your savegame: (Ship made from the aforementioned parts )

Oh! I will take a look at this! Hmm I will try them out too, thanks!

I found this image on the internet. It has plenty of different types of trusses: Could someone please make this into a standalone truss part pack?