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Traveller T20: Tales of the Bray Keaven [Updated 12-20-05]
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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1373794" data-attributes="member: 515"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Chapter IXX</span></strong></p><p><strong>Date: 119-993</strong></p><p><strong>Place: Alief System.</strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><em>With this, Argent gets himself a ration pack. While waiting for it to heat, he goes over to the comm and keys the engine room: "Martha? Did you want to speak to me? I’ll be on the bridge in about five minutes or so."</em></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Yes, Captain. I’ll meet you there," Martha replies.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Five minutes later, Martha reports to the Captain on the bridge. She explains to him the potential danger that Ian put the repair team into by reading files instead of working while outside the hull, and she requests respectfully that he not be assigned to any such dangerous work again, until he’s "figured out what’s more important: his mail or his life and the lives of those around him."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After hearing Martha express her concerns about Ian, Argent nods and says, "I understand, Martha. I will speak to Ian about the matter, and I’m sure that it won’t be a problem again. By the way, Martha, you still seem a little strung out. After you get the turret powered, if you feel comfortable leaving the calibration to Swann and Vargas, please get some rest."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Later, Argent calls Ian in to discuss Martha’s concerns. After listening to Ian’s explanation, Argent chides him briefly and sends him on his way, satisfied that the matter has been resolved.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The next four hours are a bit of a blur for most of the crew. The <em>Bray Keaven</em> gets underway and heads toward Alief orbit. While underway, Argent gets a chance to talk to the Marquis and roughly outline the crew’s adventure holiday idea.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Marquis replies, "Officially, I can’t endorse a military excursion of any sort. However, at this point, the <em>Bray Keaven</em> and its crew are only officially contracted to deliver the medical supplies to Alief and then await further orders. Now, if you and your crew decide to do a bit of sightseeing, you’re on your own. On the other hand, if you do happen to find a vaccine while looking at the local curio shops, I would be willing to pay 200 thousand credits for such a souvenir. Be careful down there. <em>Seri’s Dagger</em> out."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">With a smile, Argent keys the comm and announces, "Argent to crew. The Marquis gives us permission to see the local sights as long as the crew agrees to do so at our own risk. He did say that he’s looking for a certain souvenir that he’ll pay 200 thousand credits for if we happen to find a sample."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At the port turret, Martha, Swann, and Vargas work feverishly to get the port turret powered and calibrated. Martha’s technical wizardry is in fine form when doing the power connections, enough so that she is able to (safely) over power the laser slightly.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The initial calibration goes well, but the subsequent calibrations aren’t quite as effective. The short time available to use the space debris for targeting/power practice doesn’t help. As a result, the laser turret is only partially calibrated.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Passing by the space debris midway between the arrival/inspection point and Alief is rather sobering for the turret crew and Argent: the debris consists of a far trader that probably was attempting to leave Alief orbit without submitting to the quarantine. There doesn’t appear to be much left that would be worth salvaging, but Vargas thinks that it might be worth looking at on the way out.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">In the cargo hold, Saro, Vasilii, and Darishun work to retain 50 doses of the antiviral cocktail for the crew's use and prepare for landing/cargo unloading. Saro also spends time communicating with the <em>Wall of Stone’s</em> medical team. The medical team is currently under the impression that taking the antiviral cocktail as a preventative measure before exposure should work. Of course, no one on the <em>Wall of Stone</em> is willing to test out the theory.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian spends the hours gathering as much information as he can. Contacting the fleet for more information proves to be not very successful. Tanaka’s reply sounds a little clipped, as if Berisul is breathing down his neck at that moment. Tanaka does manage to send an orientation brief on the local area given to Marines on shore leave. Most of the information is about Bromley and its capital, Medway. The Bromlians generally appear to have been friendly to the Marines and Imperials in the past.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Mining the local broadcasts is considerably more successful. The military situation seems to be very lopsided: KGL forces are just rolling through Hillingdon, Wirral, and Coventry. Queen Anne’s Country is officially neutral, but the local media seems to believe that there is some sort of agreement with KGL.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Bromley is also officially neutral, but public and government opinion is starting to turn given the infection in Medway and the spillover infection in the northwest. The Bromlian government does not believe that it was specifically targeted but isn’t too happy.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The situation in the capital (Medway) is fairly dire, but the quarantine line appears to be holding. The Bromlian military does appear to have control in the area.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The area of Bromley bordering KGL is pretty sparsely populated and rather dry (desert like).</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian is able to gather some information on local speech patterns. The local language is Analogical with a slight accent and some local idioms (some of which Ian learns).</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian does ascertain that there are Vargr living on the planet in some numbers, but Virushi are probably unknown so Darishun will be noticeable.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Arranging local transport is something that will need to be done on the ground, but Ian does manage to do some general contingency planning.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Closer to the planet, Argent contacts the Bromlian military officer designated by the Marquis, a General Tilshire. The general sounds fairly friendly and a little desperate for the supplies. Local time is about four hours behind ship time, and the General indicates that they have a "secure" landing zone at Lowford, a university town about 30 minutes outside of Medway. The landing zone doesn’t sound like much more than a local airport serving the university town, but it’s the one that is "secured."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">A few minutes before orbital insertion, Argent notices three small craft rise into orbit from Alief and head towards the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. The detail is pretty hard to make out on the passive sensors, but two appear to be some sort of small mining craft of 50 displacement tons each and one appears to be a slow boat of 30 tons.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At this point, the comm crackles to life: "Incoming merchant ship. Come to a stop and prepare to be boarded for a customs inspection by the order of the government of Lingdonsland."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent crinkles his face in confusion and thinks, "Lingdonsland? Where the hell is Lingdonsland?" A quick check of the Alief map shows that Lingdonsland is located on the other side of the hemisphere from KGL. The computer library doesn’t have much information other than to indicate that the government is a little paranoid, the locals are definitely not Imperial friendly, and the country should be avoided.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent keys the internal comm. "We appear to have company inbound."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1373794, member: 515"] [center][b][size=4]Chapter IXX[/size][/b][/center] [b]Date: 119-993[/b] [b]Place: Alief System.[/b] [font=Verdana][size=2][i]With this, Argent gets himself a ration pack. While waiting for it to heat, he goes over to the comm and keys the engine room: "Martha? Did you want to speak to me? I’ll be on the bridge in about five minutes or so."[/i][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Yes, Captain. I’ll meet you there," Martha replies.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Five minutes later, Martha reports to the Captain on the bridge. She explains to him the potential danger that Ian put the repair team into by reading files instead of working while outside the hull, and she requests respectfully that he not be assigned to any such dangerous work again, until he’s "figured out what’s more important: his mail or his life and the lives of those around him."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After hearing Martha express her concerns about Ian, Argent nods and says, "I understand, Martha. I will speak to Ian about the matter, and I’m sure that it won’t be a problem again. By the way, Martha, you still seem a little strung out. After you get the turret powered, if you feel comfortable leaving the calibration to Swann and Vargas, please get some rest."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Later, Argent calls Ian in to discuss Martha’s concerns. After listening to Ian’s explanation, Argent chides him briefly and sends him on his way, satisfied that the matter has been resolved. [center]-----[/center] The next four hours are a bit of a blur for most of the crew. The [i]Bray Keaven[/i] gets underway and heads toward Alief orbit. While underway, Argent gets a chance to talk to the Marquis and roughly outline the crew’s adventure holiday idea. The Marquis replies, "Officially, I can’t endorse a military excursion of any sort. However, at this point, the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] and its crew are only officially contracted to deliver the medical supplies to Alief and then await further orders. Now, if you and your crew decide to do a bit of sightseeing, you’re on your own. On the other hand, if you do happen to find a vaccine while looking at the local curio shops, I would be willing to pay 200 thousand credits for such a souvenir. Be careful down there. [i]Seri’s Dagger[/i] out." With a smile, Argent keys the comm and announces, "Argent to crew. The Marquis gives us permission to see the local sights as long as the crew agrees to do so at our own risk. He did say that he’s looking for a certain souvenir that he’ll pay 200 thousand credits for if we happen to find a sample." [center]-----[/center] At the port turret, Martha, Swann, and Vargas work feverishly to get the port turret powered and calibrated. Martha’s technical wizardry is in fine form when doing the power connections, enough so that she is able to (safely) over power the laser slightly. The initial calibration goes well, but the subsequent calibrations aren’t quite as effective. The short time available to use the space debris for targeting/power practice doesn’t help. As a result, the laser turret is only partially calibrated. Passing by the space debris midway between the arrival/inspection point and Alief is rather sobering for the turret crew and Argent: the debris consists of a far trader that probably was attempting to leave Alief orbit without submitting to the quarantine. There doesn’t appear to be much left that would be worth salvaging, but Vargas thinks that it might be worth looking at on the way out. [center]-----[/center] In the cargo hold, Saro, Vasilii, and Darishun work to retain 50 doses of the antiviral cocktail for the crew's use and prepare for landing/cargo unloading. Saro also spends time communicating with the [i]Wall of Stone’s[/i] medical team. The medical team is currently under the impression that taking the antiviral cocktail as a preventative measure before exposure should work. Of course, no one on the [i]Wall of Stone[/i] is willing to test out the theory. [center]-----[/center] Ian spends the hours gathering as much information as he can. Contacting the fleet for more information proves to be not very successful. Tanaka’s reply sounds a little clipped, as if Berisul is breathing down his neck at that moment. Tanaka does manage to send an orientation brief on the local area given to Marines on shore leave. Most of the information is about Bromley and its capital, Medway. The Bromlians generally appear to have been friendly to the Marines and Imperials in the past. Mining the local broadcasts is considerably more successful. The military situation seems to be very lopsided: KGL forces are just rolling through Hillingdon, Wirral, and Coventry. Queen Anne’s Country is officially neutral, but the local media seems to believe that there is some sort of agreement with KGL. Bromley is also officially neutral, but public and government opinion is starting to turn given the infection in Medway and the spillover infection in the northwest. The Bromlian government does not believe that it was specifically targeted but isn’t too happy. The situation in the capital (Medway) is fairly dire, but the quarantine line appears to be holding. The Bromlian military does appear to have control in the area. The area of Bromley bordering KGL is pretty sparsely populated and rather dry (desert like). Ian is able to gather some information on local speech patterns. The local language is Analogical with a slight accent and some local idioms (some of which Ian learns). Ian does ascertain that there are Vargr living on the planet in some numbers, but Virushi are probably unknown so Darishun will be noticeable. Arranging local transport is something that will need to be done on the ground, but Ian does manage to do some general contingency planning. [center]-----[/center] Closer to the planet, Argent contacts the Bromlian military officer designated by the Marquis, a General Tilshire. The general sounds fairly friendly and a little desperate for the supplies. Local time is about four hours behind ship time, and the General indicates that they have a "secure" landing zone at Lowford, a university town about 30 minutes outside of Medway. The landing zone doesn’t sound like much more than a local airport serving the university town, but it’s the one that is "secured." [center]-----[/center] A few minutes before orbital insertion, Argent notices three small craft rise into orbit from Alief and head towards the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. The detail is pretty hard to make out on the passive sensors, but two appear to be some sort of small mining craft of 50 displacement tons each and one appears to be a slow boat of 30 tons. At this point, the comm crackles to life: "Incoming merchant ship. Come to a stop and prepare to be boarded for a customs inspection by the order of the government of Lingdonsland." Argent crinkles his face in confusion and thinks, "Lingdonsland? Where the hell is Lingdonsland?" A quick check of the Alief map shows that Lingdonsland is located on the other side of the hemisphere from KGL. The computer library doesn’t have much information other than to indicate that the government is a little paranoid, the locals are definitely not Imperial friendly, and the country should be avoided. Argent keys the internal comm. "We appear to have company inbound."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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