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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: 1373805" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The <em>Bray Keaven</em> continues slowing for orbital insertion as the two mining cutters and the slow boat continue on their intercept course, closing now to almost 10 thousand kilometers.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent turns to Vargas and replies, "I believe that you are right in your assessment. I do think that these guys are serious and afraid of their leader. Probably has their families under the gun if they fail. Poor bastards. Please plot a course to avoid them as much as possible and still get into orbit for a proper deorbit into Bromley."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent turns to Vasilii, and says, "If they light us up with active sensors, return the favor and see if you can tell what we’re facing weapon wise."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As if on cue, the two mining cutters go to active sensor mode and Vasilii bends over his console in deep concentration and mutters, "If this tub had any decent sensors, we could have picked them up before we were almost on top of them."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When Ian breathlessly arrives bearing gifts and asks about battle conditions, Argent agrees with him. "Yes, you’re right, Ian. I’ll cue the crew." He then keys the internal comm and announces, "Crew, we're going to go to Navy battle standard conditions. Lights will be dimmed to night red, and air pressure will be set to very thin to minimize the effects of decompression. Gravity will remain as is."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At this point, the slow boat alters course angling away from the <em>Bray Keaven</em> while the mining cutters continue on their approach. The slow boat makes another plea as it angles away. "<em>Bray Keaven</em>! Please! You will cease your orbital approach immediately and allow the Imperial Lingdsonland cutters to come along side for an inspection!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Argent replies, "Lingsdonland boats. Again, we are under Imperial Noble charter to deliver our medical supplies to Bromley which is affected by the plague outbreak. Our information indicates that Lingsdonland is currently unaffected by the plague, and your Illustrious Leader will be safer if he lets us pass and deliver the supplies which may help stop the plague before it gets to Lingsdonland. Do not forget that the Imperial Navy interdiction cruiser Wall of Stone and her consorts are in the system and we are under their protection."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The slow boat, now accelerating away from the <em>Bray Keaven</em>, retorts, "We will take the supplies now! Our best pilots are in the cutters, and we will retrieve the supplies for our Illustrious Leader one way or another. If you do not alter course away from orbital insertion and continuing slowing in one minute, we will fire."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At this point, Vasilii mutters, "Best pilots? Best pilots? I’ve seen Merchant trainees who look like better pilots. It’s a pity that we can’t sell them some training. Maybe later."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">In a louder voice, Vasilii continues, "I can’t do much with these sensors, Captain. I think that the two cutters are just armed with a single mining laser each, but I can’t make out any armaments on the slow boat."</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">Swann listens to the information coming from the bridge while he watches the cutters approach through the turret’s targeting system. "Mining lasers," he mutters to himself. "What are they thinking? Why don’t they just throw rocks at us?"</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">Argent says, "Thank you, Vasilii. Please assist Swann with targeting and let the computer target the trailing cutter, designated LCutter Bravo.</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">"Vargas? Please continue to plot a course for orbital insertion and away from these fools as much as possible."</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">"I’m on it."</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">"Swann? Please target the lead cutter, designated LCutter Alpha. If they open fire or close to within 5K klicks, fire upon LCutter Alpha."</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">Swann shifts the targeting system, and puts his crosshairs squarely on the lead cutter, currently a small dot which is quickly blossoming into a real target. "They’re just coming straight at us," he thinks. "This is going to be like shooting P’wtang in a barrel."</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">"Man, I hate the waiting," Ian thinks. "And the inertial dampeners mean you can’t even feel what’s going on from here. First thing you know about anything is bits of shrapnel flying around. Doo be doo. Can’t wipe the sweat off your hands in a suit, either. Gotta get my mind off it. Let’s see. ‘Aboard the good ship Venus, by God you should have seen us, the figurehead was in . . .’ Wait, damn! Why didn’t I think of this before?"</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">As Ian reaches out his hand to touch the comm, it comes to life.</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">"Argent to crew. I’m afraid that we won’t be able to talk our way past. Looks like they are really du. . . "</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">Vasilii suddenly yells, "Power spike in the lead cutter!"</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 lead cutter opens fire, and Argent yanks the controls feverishly, throwing the <em>Bray Keaven</em> into a roll.</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">"Crap. I guess I’ll have to wait now. That was quick anyway, so they probably wouldn’t have gone for it. Poor suckers in those tubs. Perhaps as a consolation prize — assuming we win. I’ll buzz the Captain later and see if we can just drop a case full of antivirals out the back with a beacon on it, enough for the Illustrious Leader, a few of his cronies, and the crew and their families. That way they might not be executed if we win. Can’t say anything right now though, it wouldn’t help."</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">Swann anticipates the <em>Bray Keaven’s</em> roll, compensating by shifting his targeting to keep LCutter Alpha in the crosshairs. As soon as he feels the roll halt, he quickly readjusts his targeting. "I have you now," he says as the crosshairs embrace the cutter. Swann fires with both lasers.</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">He watches as the twin laser blasts jump across space and strike the cutter. "I hope your families have insurance," he says to himself. "Too bad your Illustrious Leader isn’t riding with you. He deserves a taste of what you're getting."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1373805, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]The [i]Bray Keaven[/i] continues slowing for orbital insertion as the two mining cutters and the slow boat continue on their intercept course, closing now to almost 10 thousand kilometers.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent turns to Vargas and replies, "I believe that you are right in your assessment. I do think that these guys are serious and afraid of their leader. Probably has their families under the gun if they fail. Poor bastards. Please plot a course to avoid them as much as possible and still get into orbit for a proper deorbit into Bromley."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent turns to Vasilii, and says, "If they light us up with active sensors, return the favor and see if you can tell what we’re facing weapon wise."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]As if on cue, the two mining cutters go to active sensor mode and Vasilii bends over his console in deep concentration and mutters, "If this tub had any decent sensors, we could have picked them up before we were almost on top of them."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]When Ian breathlessly arrives bearing gifts and asks about battle conditions, Argent agrees with him. "Yes, you’re right, Ian. I’ll cue the crew." He then keys the internal comm and announces, "Crew, we're going to go to Navy battle standard conditions. Lights will be dimmed to night red, and air pressure will be set to very thin to minimize the effects of decompression. Gravity will remain as is."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]At this point, the slow boat alters course angling away from the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] while the mining cutters continue on their approach. The slow boat makes another plea as it angles away. "[i]Bray Keaven[/i]! Please! You will cease your orbital approach immediately and allow the Imperial Lingdsonland cutters to come along side for an inspection!"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Argent replies, "Lingsdonland boats. Again, we are under Imperial Noble charter to deliver our medical supplies to Bromley which is affected by the plague outbreak. Our information indicates that Lingsdonland is currently unaffected by the plague, and your Illustrious Leader will be safer if he lets us pass and deliver the supplies which may help stop the plague before it gets to Lingsdonland. Do not forget that the Imperial Navy interdiction cruiser Wall of Stone and her consorts are in the system and we are under their protection."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]The slow boat, now accelerating away from the [i]Bray Keaven[/i], retorts, "We will take the supplies now! Our best pilots are in the cutters, and we will retrieve the supplies for our Illustrious Leader one way or another. If you do not alter course away from orbital insertion and continuing slowing in one minute, we will fire."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]At this point, Vasilii mutters, "Best pilots? Best pilots? I’ve seen Merchant trainees who look like better pilots. It’s a pity that we can’t sell them some training. Maybe later."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]In a louder voice, Vasilii continues, "I can’t do much with these sensors, Captain. I think that the two cutters are just armed with a single mining laser each, but I can’t make out any armaments on the slow boat." [center]-----[/center] Swann listens to the information coming from the bridge while he watches the cutters approach through the turret’s targeting system. "Mining lasers," he mutters to himself. "What are they thinking? Why don’t they just throw rocks at us?" [center]-----[/center] Argent says, "Thank you, Vasilii. Please assist Swann with targeting and let the computer target the trailing cutter, designated LCutter Bravo. "Vargas? Please continue to plot a course for orbital insertion and away from these fools as much as possible." "I’m on it." "Swann? Please target the lead cutter, designated LCutter Alpha. If they open fire or close to within 5K klicks, fire upon LCutter Alpha." [center]-----[/center] Swann shifts the targeting system, and puts his crosshairs squarely on the lead cutter, currently a small dot which is quickly blossoming into a real target. "They’re just coming straight at us," he thinks. "This is going to be like shooting P’wtang in a barrel." [center]-----[/center] "Man, I hate the waiting," Ian thinks. "And the inertial dampeners mean you can’t even feel what’s going on from here. First thing you know about anything is bits of shrapnel flying around. Doo be doo. Can’t wipe the sweat off your hands in a suit, either. Gotta get my mind off it. Let’s see. ‘Aboard the good ship Venus, by God you should have seen us, the figurehead was in . . .’ Wait, damn! Why didn’t I think of this before?" As Ian reaches out his hand to touch the comm, it comes to life. [center]-----[/center] "Argent to crew. I’m afraid that we won’t be able to talk our way past. Looks like they are really du. . . " Vasilii suddenly yells, "Power spike in the lead cutter!" The lead cutter opens fire, and Argent yanks the controls feverishly, throwing the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] into a roll. [center]-----[/center] "Crap. I guess I’ll have to wait now. That was quick anyway, so they probably wouldn’t have gone for it. Poor suckers in those tubs. Perhaps as a consolation prize — assuming we win. I’ll buzz the Captain later and see if we can just drop a case full of antivirals out the back with a beacon on it, enough for the Illustrious Leader, a few of his cronies, and the crew and their families. That way they might not be executed if we win. Can’t say anything right now though, it wouldn’t help." [center]-----[/center] Swann anticipates the [i]Bray Keaven’s[/i] roll, compensating by shifting his targeting to keep LCutter Alpha in the crosshairs. As soon as he feels the roll halt, he quickly readjusts his targeting. "I have you now," he says as the crosshairs embrace the cutter. Swann fires with both lasers. He watches as the twin laser blasts jump across space and strike the cutter. "I hope your families have insurance," he says to himself. "Too bad your Illustrious Leader isn’t riding with you. He deserves a taste of what you're getting."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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