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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: 1373799" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Muttering under her breath, Martha heads toward the engine room. She knows if the captain needs it, he’ll ask for, if not demand, every gram the engines can give. If she isn’t there, her babies might not make it, leaving them high and dry in their moment of need.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Upon her arrival in engineering, she comms the bridge. "Engineer at battle stations." Tabbing the comm off, she adds under her breath, "Please go easy on ’er, Captain."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann puts on his vacc suit and proceeds to the starboard turret, just in case. After arriving, he keys the comm unit. "Captain, this is Swann. I’m standing by in the starboard turret, if needed. Let me take this opportunity to remind you that you are the only other person on board with any gunnery experience. The port turret is not full calibrated yet, so I recommend not using it unless absolutely necessary. If you do decide to use it, it might be better for me to man it since I’m more familiar with it. Also, the starboard turret would be closer to the bridge. It’s your call."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian heads for his stateroom and suits up in his reflec and combat suit, and light imaging goggles, then heads for the weapons locker and keys the comm: "Cap’n, I’m suited up and ready for decompression. I’m waiting at the locker for you to release the toys in case said company gets too close for comfort. Would you be so kind as to turn the internal lighting to night red so we can all start getting our eyes accustomed for battle stations?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Waiting at the weapons locker, Ian starts talking to himself. "Company from down the well at this time could only be some scumbags trying to steal the relief drugs. We probably aren't even flying over their tin-pot little country. Oh well, it never rains but it pours."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vargas takes a moment to drop Rusti off in his cabin, where upon the beaker seals itself into a pressurized carrier. The former Scout puts on his vacc suit, then steps out and into the bridge where he slides into the copilot’s seat.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent finishes keying the comm to announce the latest reception committee and then reaches for his vacc suit and starts slipping into the suit. After a moment’s thought, he keys the comm again and announces, "By the way, we didn’t talk about this matter specifically, but I’d like everyone suited up just in case. These guys probably aren’t going to be the most friendly of types."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian keys the comm to the bridge, "Captain? Ian here. There wasn’t much on Alief native space capabilities in the library data. Judging from the max native tech level, most governments won’t have much spacewise except for stuff that they’ve bought. From what I’ve read, part of the reason that the Imperium slapped the Red Zone on the planet is that the local nations were trying to buy armed small craft and starships to war on each other. Much of what they do have probably got destroyed since the Red Zone went up, so the three craft ahead probably represent the entire 'navy' of Lingsdonland."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At this point, the slow boat again hails the<em> Bray Keaven</em>. "Incoming merchant ship. You are to immediately begin deceleration and come to a stop for a customs inspection. Our Illustrious Leader has indicated that you are believed to be carrying proscribed biological weapons and those weapons, if found, need to be seized immediately. If you do not permit inspection, we will destroy you."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent regards the three approaching small craft for a moment, turns to Vargas — who just arrived — and asks rhetorically, "Are they serious? I mean, two Marine assault cutters and a properly armed gig would be a significant threat, but I find two mining cutters and a slow boat a bit less of a threat."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vargas doesn’t interrupt the system checks he is running on his console but merely comments, "I think the poor bastards are serious. Either that or they’re more afraid of their Illiterate Leader than us."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Scout then looks over at Argent. "Just keep in mind that the poor blighters are just doing their job."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Keying the internal comm, Argent announces, "OK crew, this is how we’ll play this one. We’re going to go to battlestations immediately, and assume that these guys are hostile and will fire upon us.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Vasilii, I want you up here with me and Vargas. I want you on the sensors and the computer. Vargas will be astrogater and backup pilot.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Swann, take the starboard turret. I know that the port turret isn’t properly calibrated, but Vasilii and the ship’s computer will have to do the best that they can. I’m probably better put to use negotiating with these locals and showing them a move or two if the shooting starts.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Martha, you're exactly where you need to be. Good thinking.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Ian and Darishun? Please break out the arms. Ready yourselves and please then bring a side arm to each crewmember. Then find a place to brace yourselves and prepare to receive borders if it comes to that.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Doc? Please strap yourself in and get ready to treat any casualties."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I’m going to try and talk these folks out of attacking, but if they do fire on us, we’ll fire back."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Again, the incoming Lingsdonland craft hails the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. "Come to a stop immediately! If you do not comply within five minutes, we will open fire.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Our Illustrious Leader demands that you stop," the slow boat’s commander adds a little weakly, his voice cracking a bit.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent keys the comm and replies, "I think not, Lingsdonland craft. We are carrying medical supplies needed by the government of Bromley, and we have been instructed by the Imperial Marquis of Sentry to deliver them to Bromley. Fire upon us and you are firing upon a vessel under Imperial Noble charter. If you fire upon us, the consequences will be dire for you and your ‘illustrious leader.’ "</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent turns to Vargas and Vasilii, who just arrived, and says, "OK, so we have five minutes."</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann keys the internal comm. "Captain, this is Swann. Has anyone run an active scan of the incoming ships yet? Are they even armed? And do you have any preferences for targeting — weapons, engines, or whatever I can hit?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At the weapons locker Ian tries to convince Darishun to at least take a stun pistol. "I know you’d like to talk to them first, but if they come blasting through the hull, believe me, they won’t be listening. Take it, Darishun, you won’t be doing any permanent damage with it. Now check my suit and I’ll check yours."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Darishun cocks his head to the side, looks at Ian quizzically, and says, "Ian? Are you sure that taking a stun pistol would be the proper course of action? From what I understand the people from Lingsdonland have threatened serious harm to us in order to take away our cargo. If they take away our cargo, many people could die without the antivirals, more so if our cargo helps find a cure. I sincerely hope that the captain can convince the people from Lingsdonland that the best and most reasonable course of action is to let us pass unmolested. Still, I do not think that taking a stun pistol would be wise in this situation."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Darishun then puts his flak jacket on over his tailored vacc suit, reaches for his rifle, and continues blandly, "A stun pistol just seems rather inadequate."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Ian keys the intercom and asks Swann which pieces from his collection he’d like.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann chuckles at the question. "I’ve always wanted a weapon caddy," he thinks to himself.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He keys the intercom to reply: "I’ll take a snub pistol with a tranq load, and an accelerator rifle on the side, please."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After getting replies from Swann and the other crew members, Ian then sprints around the ship with arms full of weapons to hand out to everyone, checking suits as he goes.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">On the bridge, Ian mentions again that he’d like the lighting turned red, tells Argent where he’ll be and asks the Captain to outline to everyone what will happen with the gravity, lighting, and atmosphere because he’s not sure that all the civvies know standard military procedure.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After that Ian takes up a position at the intercom and light switch near the downstairs access ladder, nice and central to any place on the ship. He clamps his boots to the deck, standing within easy reach of the ladder in case he needs to suddenly brace for impact. He keys the intercom: "McConnell in position."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After this frantic activity, he checks his weapons and load again, trying to settle himself down and keep his mind clear for what is to come. "Made it with 17 seconds to spare. ‘Hurry up and wait.’ Same old same old."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1373799, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]Muttering under her breath, Martha heads toward the engine room. She knows if the captain needs it, he’ll ask for, if not demand, every gram the engines can give. If she isn’t there, her babies might not make it, leaving them high and dry in their moment of need.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Upon her arrival in engineering, she comms the bridge. "Engineer at battle stations." Tabbing the comm off, she adds under her breath, "Please go easy on ’er, Captain."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann puts on his vacc suit and proceeds to the starboard turret, just in case. After arriving, he keys the comm unit. "Captain, this is Swann. I’m standing by in the starboard turret, if needed. Let me take this opportunity to remind you that you are the only other person on board with any gunnery experience. The port turret is not full calibrated yet, so I recommend not using it unless absolutely necessary. If you do decide to use it, it might be better for me to man it since I’m more familiar with it. Also, the starboard turret would be closer to the bridge. It’s your call."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian heads for his stateroom and suits up in his reflec and combat suit, and light imaging goggles, then heads for the weapons locker and keys the comm: "Cap’n, I’m suited up and ready for decompression. I’m waiting at the locker for you to release the toys in case said company gets too close for comfort. Would you be so kind as to turn the internal lighting to night red so we can all start getting our eyes accustomed for battle stations?"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Waiting at the weapons locker, Ian starts talking to himself. "Company from down the well at this time could only be some scumbags trying to steal the relief drugs. We probably aren't even flying over their tin-pot little country. Oh well, it never rains but it pours."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vargas takes a moment to drop Rusti off in his cabin, where upon the beaker seals itself into a pressurized carrier. The former Scout puts on his vacc suit, then steps out and into the bridge where he slides into the copilot’s seat.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent finishes keying the comm to announce the latest reception committee and then reaches for his vacc suit and starts slipping into the suit. After a moment’s thought, he keys the comm again and announces, "By the way, we didn’t talk about this matter specifically, but I’d like everyone suited up just in case. These guys probably aren’t going to be the most friendly of types."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian keys the comm to the bridge, "Captain? Ian here. There wasn’t much on Alief native space capabilities in the library data. Judging from the max native tech level, most governments won’t have much spacewise except for stuff that they’ve bought. From what I’ve read, part of the reason that the Imperium slapped the Red Zone on the planet is that the local nations were trying to buy armed small craft and starships to war on each other. Much of what they do have probably got destroyed since the Red Zone went up, so the three craft ahead probably represent the entire 'navy' of Lingsdonland."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]At this point, the slow boat again hails the[i] Bray Keaven[/i]. "Incoming merchant ship. You are to immediately begin deceleration and come to a stop for a customs inspection. Our Illustrious Leader has indicated that you are believed to be carrying proscribed biological weapons and those weapons, if found, need to be seized immediately. If you do not permit inspection, we will destroy you."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent regards the three approaching small craft for a moment, turns to Vargas — who just arrived — and asks rhetorically, "Are they serious? I mean, two Marine assault cutters and a properly armed gig would be a significant threat, but I find two mining cutters and a slow boat a bit less of a threat."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vargas doesn’t interrupt the system checks he is running on his console but merely comments, "I think the poor bastards are serious. Either that or they’re more afraid of their Illiterate Leader than us."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]The Scout then looks over at Argent. "Just keep in mind that the poor blighters are just doing their job."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Keying the internal comm, Argent announces, "OK crew, this is how we’ll play this one. We’re going to go to battlestations immediately, and assume that these guys are hostile and will fire upon us.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Vasilii, I want you up here with me and Vargas. I want you on the sensors and the computer. Vargas will be astrogater and backup pilot.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Swann, take the starboard turret. I know that the port turret isn’t properly calibrated, but Vasilii and the ship’s computer will have to do the best that they can. I’m probably better put to use negotiating with these locals and showing them a move or two if the shooting starts.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Martha, you're exactly where you need to be. Good thinking.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Ian and Darishun? Please break out the arms. Ready yourselves and please then bring a side arm to each crewmember. Then find a place to brace yourselves and prepare to receive borders if it comes to that.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Doc? Please strap yourself in and get ready to treat any casualties."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"I’m going to try and talk these folks out of attacking, but if they do fire on us, we’ll fire back."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Again, the incoming Lingsdonland craft hails the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. "Come to a stop immediately! If you do not comply within five minutes, we will open fire.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Our Illustrious Leader demands that you stop," the slow boat’s commander adds a little weakly, his voice cracking a bit.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent keys the comm and replies, "I think not, Lingsdonland craft. We are carrying medical supplies needed by the government of Bromley, and we have been instructed by the Imperial Marquis of Sentry to deliver them to Bromley. Fire upon us and you are firing upon a vessel under Imperial Noble charter. If you fire upon us, the consequences will be dire for you and your ‘illustrious leader.’ "[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent turns to Vargas and Vasilii, who just arrived, and says, "OK, so we have five minutes."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann keys the internal comm. "Captain, this is Swann. Has anyone run an active scan of the incoming ships yet? Are they even armed? And do you have any preferences for targeting — weapons, engines, or whatever I can hit?"[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]At the weapons locker Ian tries to convince Darishun to at least take a stun pistol. "I know you’d like to talk to them first, but if they come blasting through the hull, believe me, they won’t be listening. Take it, Darishun, you won’t be doing any permanent damage with it. Now check my suit and I’ll check yours."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Darishun cocks his head to the side, looks at Ian quizzically, and says, "Ian? Are you sure that taking a stun pistol would be the proper course of action? From what I understand the people from Lingsdonland have threatened serious harm to us in order to take away our cargo. If they take away our cargo, many people could die without the antivirals, more so if our cargo helps find a cure. I sincerely hope that the captain can convince the people from Lingsdonland that the best and most reasonable course of action is to let us pass unmolested. Still, I do not think that taking a stun pistol would be wise in this situation."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Darishun then puts his flak jacket on over his tailored vacc suit, reaches for his rifle, and continues blandly, "A stun pistol just seems rather inadequate."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Ian keys the intercom and asks Swann which pieces from his collection he’d like.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann chuckles at the question. "I’ve always wanted a weapon caddy," he thinks to himself.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He keys the intercom to reply: "I’ll take a snub pistol with a tranq load, and an accelerator rifle on the side, please."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After getting replies from Swann and the other crew members, Ian then sprints around the ship with arms full of weapons to hand out to everyone, checking suits as he goes.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]On the bridge, Ian mentions again that he’d like the lighting turned red, tells Argent where he’ll be and asks the Captain to outline to everyone what will happen with the gravity, lighting, and atmosphere because he’s not sure that all the civvies know standard military procedure.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After that Ian takes up a position at the intercom and light switch near the downstairs access ladder, nice and central to any place on the ship. He clamps his boots to the deck, standing within easy reach of the ladder in case he needs to suddenly brace for impact. He keys the intercom: "McConnell in position."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After this frantic activity, he checks his weapons and load again, trying to settle himself down and keep his mind clear for what is to come. "Made it with 17 seconds to spare. ‘Hurry up and wait.’ Same old same old."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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