[i]OOC: This post is mostly aimed at stuff which took place earlier. I intend to tie some things together a bit. Then, I will flash to current situation, and make some assumptions as to all of your positions. I think we have to assume that the Serena Dawn is capable of a planetary landing--the ship has a large cargo hold and no larger shuttles. Yes? Agree? The adventure is unclear, but I assumed SD was set to land, unload, allow some brief time to set up and then take off. A ship of this nature, however, landing on planetary surface is inconsistent with Knight Hawks rules (but I know CoV was written prior to those). Suggestions? I post this here because as we approach the action I know everyone will see this..but please post suggestions somewhere in the game discussions. BIC:
Over the last several days most have you have got to know the Serena Dawn fairly well, as well as your other crew mates, a cadre of humans. In addition to them are the mysterious polyplated "marines" and the flight crew. Oh, and a host of robots that are usually active down on the engineering level. These past several days have left you more questions than answers. The planetary survey job, coupled with a search and rescue aspect, that is to last 3 months will serve as good pay. But all of you are convinced--be it instinct, insight, or something that passes in between--that there will be more in store for you than you bargained for. The strange marine cadre was your first clue.
So, there has been a general feeling of nervous tension aboard the ship. That is, except for Tak--the frog eye'd pilot--who seems a bit too fascinated by Dalmar.
Dr. Redd and Duran Krumm seem reasonable enough. Krumm, however, is set to stay with the Dawn. Dr. Redd seems most in charge, if there is such a thing on this boat. You've all played pick up (insert favorite species specific SF pastime here) games that were better organized than this. However, your down payments cleared and it seems like as good a beginning to spacer careers as any.
Dalmer:
Terl Obar wrote:OOC: Okay, two parts to this post. The first is something that Dalmar would have tried to do before the events in the machine shop and the second is in response to those events.
Earlier on the Serena Dawn:
Dalmar had tried checking with everyone else to see if there was any other gear they thought they needed but everyone else besides himself and Kahn had been set. His request was easy, he just wanted to grab some more spare parts, ion bonding tape, etc to flesh out his tech kit. He figured if they were going to be planetside for several months, things were bound to break and he'd rather have extra parts instead of coming up short. Looking around the well stocked machine shop, he knew there was more than enough stuff to spare. He'd just have to talk to his new friend Duran Krumm and see if he could hook himself up with a spare techkit. While he was at it, he see about getting a spare robocom kit for Grekka as well.
The Doc's request might take a little more work, but Dalmar figured that if the direct approach by the doc through the purser did work, he'd try an end-a-round with another medical officer. To that end he looked up Dr. Karra Redd. From his brief interactions with her during the trip she seemed nice enough and what he knew of her background indicated that his arguments would at least make sense. To that end he cornered her one night at dinner.
"Dr. Redd, could I trouble you for a moment? I've been appointed acting quartermaster for the survey team and we're just getting the last of our supplies together before we set down and I've run into a little snag. Kahn Harkannon, the teams medic, was looking over our supplies and realized that it would be very helpful for us to each have a liter of saline as part of our supplies. I'm a gadget geek so most of Doc's explanation went right over my head but it had to do with hydration in the hot climate and dilution of toxins and acids from dangerous plants and critters we might run into. It made sense to me and with your background you can probably understand more of what he meant. However, here's the problem. Doc went to the purser directly and got turned down flat. I was wondering if you could help us out and arrange for us to get the saline Doc Kahn is asking for. Personally, I'm a big ball of fluids and the last thing I need is to get dehydrated. I'd really like the extra security the extra supplies would provide. In fact, I think Doc originally asked for the base minimum saline but if they've got some Dral strength stock, some of that would be great."
OOC:
(I essentially made two rolls based upon PER and LOGIC, for part of your request--12 and 27; successes....the other part of your request...your appeal to the beautiful Dr. Redd, was successful without a roll. Based upon the degree of your success, you were able to requisition the items you wanted. In addition...everyone else who wants to get in on this may pick two items that Dalmar successfully obtained for you from various stores aboardship....Jedion, this will not count the Zeb's Computer. Everyone should post their requistion request in the EQUIPMENT thread....then everyone may add the gear to their character sheet wiki unless I veto the item and tell you to pick something else. You'll all have 48 hours from this post, real time to take advantage of this)
BIC:
Overall the flight crew generally keeps to themselves. An occasional nod down in the common room, cafeteria and that's about all you get out of them. Oh, and there's bald Odin Romm, who seems like a bit of a failed military experiment. The open portion of his record, however, shows he is not to be &*^% with.
So that's it, just been generally getting to know one another, about the ship, and as much about this mission you've embarked on from Truane's as you can.
There is another Human on board according to the logs. Rigel Famm, a military type from Cassadine system. You saw him board, but none of you have seen him since starfall. Its not really a topic of conversion or concern, but it is something all of you note. You've all seen more of that tatooed, anti-social Odin Romm milling about than you have Rigel Famm.
It is the day before expected planet fall, and the deceleration has slowed the Dawn to the point where out the port screens you can see the starfield is no longer blue-shifted (some quick figuring for those so inclined estimate somewhere less than .25 c (i get around 82,000 km/s and falling...but I'm a lawyer not a physicist so if I'm wrong don't hold it against me).
Terl Obar wrote:Just as he had finished up the Doc's zamira and was cleaning up his work area, the door to the shop opened and one of the faceless marines came in. Dalmar stopped, mostly hidden behind the machine he had been working on, and watched the marine. When the marine turned and left, he was about to return to his work when he saw several more heading past the shop towards engineering. Something didn't feel right.
Quickly attaching the finished zamira to his utility belt, Dalmar stepped across the room and activated the ship's intercom to call engineering Duran Krumm. "Duran, Dalmar here. I don't know if you're expecting them, but you've got a gaggle of goons headed down your way toward engineering. I'm in the machine shop and they just passed by."
Dalmar then activated his chronocom calling the rest of the survey team. "Heads up folks. Dalmar here. I'm down in the machine shop and a bunch of those faceless armed marines just marched by headed toward engineering. It looked highly suspicious and I've got a bad feeling about it. Be on your toes." After sending the word out, he picked up a big hefty wrench and walked over to the door. Counting to 10 he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Dalmar then hear's Duran Krumm's voice back over the intercomm. "What, a gaggle of 'em? Hell, friend, guess they ain't coming down to help with this magnetic nozzle array malfunction. Say...if you get time, come in hear would you. This damn decel sequence is playing hell on these directional nozzles...I think it's the field generator but the inversion coils are operating just....AHHHH.....
Then, you grow cold. Your message to everyone else made it through. You heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire in the engine room. Followed by a scream, and the hollow thud of a pasty large man slumping to a catwalk.
You grow numb with momentary fear, alone down here in deck four, in the guts of the Serena Dawn. Then quiet, except for the low hum of the engineering equipment. Oh, and the robots.