- While I’ve said it before elsewhere, I randomly remind y’all that sensha-do is a real sport in the Empire.
As it should be.
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Do they care about crew survivability? Or since it’s a sport and you don’t have to worry about replenishing manpower quickly (I assume), do the tank armours become paper thin compared to their battlefield-going cousins?
Oh, definitely. No-one wants to see a bunch of young ladies¹ salsafied - which is why they use older tanks, carefully modified with sport-legal weapons and armor.
- Sensha-do is, after all, a traditional feminine art.
(For reasons similar to those why astronautry is. And just like the inimitable Sgt. Johnson, they know what the ladies like.)
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- It is not strictly true that a Certain Lady at the ISS launched a long-running memetic campaign to preserve the taste for proper corsetry in the public zeitgeist on the grounds that, and I quote, “Seriously, I can hide a dozen throwing daggers in this thing, even if it weren’t a convenient excuse to wear body armor to formal occasions.”
It is, however, true that ISS agents find the legend hilarious and decline to confirm or deny it whenever the topic comes up.
- Since we’ve been covering the courts recently: in a Curial court, witnesses et al. are not sworn in before their testimony, or asked to swear or affirm generally. Why? Well, as the Code of Alphas says:
A person of teir deceives by neither word nor deed and shall have no cause to hide his face from the world.
i.e., a gentlesoph is expected to tell the truth under all circumstances anyway, and if you’re not a gentlesoph, you would be expected to lie anyway.
The closest it gets is the occasional stern “Your word, sir?” during questioning, which is the local equivalent of “May I remind you that you’re under oath,” and is, in any case, serious business.
Even then, I suspect the stern caution is often an implicit “be less poetic and more precise”; I can absolutely see a passionately angry eldrae getting a little flowery.
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- The Imperial Military Service doesn’t make use of dog tags. The vector stack, by virtue of containing the backup, also contains a PF instance that contains all the identity and medical information you’re ever going to need. And if you’re going to recover anything from a fallen comrade on the battlefield, it should be the marble. (Every legionary is issued a pithing knife for exactly this purpose.)