ERS Statos UE
ERS Statos UE
The wind on Vectera howls with a persistent, abrasive rhythm, scouring the metallic exterior of the ERS UE outpost. I sat in my small office hab, the dim glow of my terminal casting long, sharp shadows across the room. I’m Robert McCall, but out here, in the quiet corners of the Settled Systems, they call me "Leo."
My comms chirped—a encrypted burst transmission. I tapped it open. It was Rik Ulfednar-Hammer, "The Iron Wolf." His voice crackled with a mix of excitement and guarded respect. He’d just finished a flight test with Sterling in the Venture UE and was buzzing.
"Leo," Rik said, his voice deep and deliberate. "This ship—the Venture—it’s a game-changer. But I want something else. Something heavy. Something that hides its teeth until the moment it bites."
He sent the schematics for the Statos—a rugged, brutal concept. "Take a couple of weeks," he challenged. "See what ERS can pull together. Just a revision, Leo. That’s all I need."
I didn’t just revise it. I rebuilt it from the hull plating up.
Two weeks later, the Statos descended through Vectera’s thin atmosphere, its silhouette cutting a jagged line against the crimson horizon. It touched down at the ERS outpost, the landing struts hissing as they settled into the dust of the landing bay.
When Rik stepped out of his transport, I was waiting for him at the base of the ramp. He stopped, staring up at the beast I’d constructed. It was four decks tall, a monolithic structure disguised as a utilitarian workhorse.
"You built it," Rik whispered. "I only asked for a sketch."
"I don't do 'sketches,' Rik," I replied, gesturing toward the ramp. "Come on. Let me show you what you're actually flying."
We ascended into Deck 0, the NG-6 landing bay swallowing us whole. We climbed the ladder to Deck 1, entering the heart of the beast: a Stroud Premier Edition 2x1 Armory. It was clinical, efficient, and lethal. To the fore sat the SE335 Voyager Bridge, the tactical nerve center. Flanking the armory were the brig, the infirmary, and a computer core. Tucked away, I showed him the workshop—complete with a Blacksite research bench for field upgrades.
"Deck 2 is for the logistics," I explained, leading him up the aft ladder to a companion way that opened directly into a secondary forward brig for high-value prisoner transit, topped by an NG-2 top-mounted docker.
Rik’s eyes widened as we walked the perimeter. "And the bite?"
"That’s the surprise," I said.
I pulled up the targeting arrays. I’d outfitted her with six Neutralizer 112MeV Gamma EM Turrets—designed to lock targets down and strip their systems bare—backed by six DSA MPb-Mark-X Obliterators and four Kit Bash 250 MeV Alpha Beams. For defense, the ship was a ghost. I’d hidden a Singularity C-50 Omni shield system—50,000 points of pure mitigation—within the Nova Cowlings, augmented by three TIG Class C Assurance T9B boosters and two Matilija HMF-V units.
"Power?" he asked.
"DPA Insanity 8000 Grav reactor," I said. "It eats anything you throw at it."
I pointed to the exterior. "Those engines? They’re for show. The real thrust comes from the Matilija VT3 Saker Falcon engines buried deep in the frame. Stealthy, fast, and impossible to track." To round it out, I’d integrated an XMA9 Scanning Radar and an ASC-D Multi-Frequency Scan Jammer to scrub contraband from any prying eyes. Two Micro Cheat Modules kept the lifeblood of the ship—cargo, shield health, and fuel—running at peak efficiency.
"Let’s see if she flies," Rik said, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
We jumped to Kryx. As we drifted toward the Key, the Crimson Fleet sentries picked us up. It wasn't a fight; it was a demonstration. The EM turrets slammed into their systems, deadening their power as the Alpha beams carved through their hulls like hot wire through synth-wax. The shields didn't even flicker under their fire.
As we drifted past the wreckage, orbiting the asteroid that served as the Fleet’s base, the Statos felt alive beneath us—a heavy-hitting, silent predator waiting for the next contract.
"She’s yours, Wolf," I said, watching the stars blur through the bridge glass. "Just try not to break her too fast."
The ships specs:
Fuel = 10,120, Hull = 10120, Cargo = 1,002,850 (4,964,107 with skill and TN) Shielded Capacity = 1,000,000, C Class Reactor = 217 (### with skill and Terran armada items), Crew = 13, Jump = 157, Shield = 62700 (106,590 with skill). Prisoner beds = 28.
Top speed is = 329 (non-boosted and with skill), Boosted top speed is = 7000+ (with skill, and two 50% booster fuel tanks)
Mob = 100, Mass = 1129
Weapons:
Par = 506 (6 x DSA MPb-Mark-X Obliterators), Par = 691 (4 x Kit Bash 250 MeV Alpha Beams), and EM = 10 (6 x Neutralizer 112MeV Gamma EM Turrets)
Credit to Ulfhednar for the build of the Statos ship they did.
Here is reddit post for the ship:
https://www.reddit.com/r/StarfieldShips/comments/1u5tmjb/statos_beyond_the_last_sky/
Stop on by give them some love for the great build they did.
Interior Video of Statos UE:
https://www.reddit.com/r/ERS_Shipbuilder/comments/1ufl243/interior_video_of_ers_statos_ue/
Battle video of ERS Statos UE
https://www.reddit.com/r/ERS_Shipbuilder/comments/1ufl3dd/battle_video_of_ers_statos_ue/
This ship will not be for sale.
Price NA.