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Starfield | SEVENTH TRUMPET | GGP Guided Missile Frigate

Chapters 0:00 Introduction 4:36 Exterior Tour 7:23 Interior Tour 19:31 Mod List / Load Order 20:32 The Build Parts List 25:33 The Build 1:30:59 Combat Tour 1:34:59 Final Thoughts In the shadowed fringes of the Orion Spur, the Seventh Trumpet surges from jump space like a blade unsheathed, her massive rotary detonation drive—the largest ever constructed by the Grizzly Gears Atroneering Group—erupting in a spiraling plume of plasma that stains the void a fierce orange. Purpose-built as a guided missile frigate in the clandestine yards of Grizzly Gears, her angular hull of heavy ablative plating and layered gray-orange composites speaks of ruthless intent rather than compromise. Five overlapping shield generators flare to life as she maneuvers, their interlocking fields rippling across her flanks, while the advanced ventral radar tracking array awakens with predatory clarity, sweeping millions of kilometers to lock onto anything that dares move. To friend and foe alike, the sight of that detonation signature blooming on long-range scopes is unmistakable: the Grizzly Gears privateers have arrived, and judgment follows close behind. Her arsenal is a masterpiece of versatile annihilation. Forty vertical launch cells march down her dorsal and ventral spine, each capable of unleashing clouds of hundreds of ESSM swarm missiles to saturate and overwhelm defenses, or hurling nuclear-tipped Hydra 6 MIRV torpedoes whose independent warheads can shatter capital ships or scour planetary strongholds. Fourteen Hunter mag direct-fire launchers bristle along her broadsides for savage close-quarters kills, augmented by four heavy repeater laser turrets that pour sustained beams of destruction across the battlespace. Four laser point-defense cannons stand eternal watch, carving incoming threats from the sky with merciless precision. No single role defines her—she is blockade runner, fleet escort, orbital bombardier, or lone predator as the mission demands, a frigate designed to dictate the terms of any engagement. Yet beneath the clinical efficiency beats an aura of dread that even her builders cannot fully explain. Crewed exclusively by Grizzly Gears personnel—engineers, gunners, and officers forged in the Group’s unforgiving corporate culture—with a small, elite complement of GGP marines for boarding actions and internal security, the Trumpet operates beyond the reach of conventional navies on contracts too sensitive or too brutal for public fleets. Ports grow uneasy when her drive signature appears on approach vectors, and rival captains whisper of the Orange Apocalypse that follows in her wake. The name Seventh Trumpet is stamped on her prow without explanation, spoken by her crew only in quiet reverence. When her VLS bays yawn open, shields blazing under fire and the great rotary drive thundering at full song, those arrayed against her finally understand: the seventh has sounded.