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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: 1398090" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro returns to where Darishun stands. "Thanks for holding those. I don’t know what’s going to happen. It sounds like the Captain is having second thoughts."</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 then fidgets with his snub pistol. "Where do you think it looks most intimidating, but without it being inciting? I’m thinking in my hand, versus in a very visible holster right here across my chest. Do I look bad now?" He adjusts the position of the pistol. "Or do I look badder now, Mr. Darishun?"</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">Darishun chuckles to himself and softly responds, "Doctor. I am afraid that I do not find you intimidating in the slightest, but perhaps that isn’t saying much since I also didn’t find the Marines intimidating. Perhaps you should consult Ian who is better versed in the madness of humans."</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">After the large sophont responds to his poor attempt at humor Saro goes to the intercom. "Captain, at this point there probably aren’t any wrong decisions. I doubt they would fire at us with the slow boat docked. I would just recommend that, if they don’t mind, Mr. Hellinic and Mr. McConnell keep us company here in the airlock, preferably with large visible firearms, just in case. I don’t trust the Lingdonslanders, either, and I may not agree with what we are doing, but we made a deal.</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">"On the other hand, if you have anything concrete that says we are in danger, I think that is a good reason to call off the agreement. Have they done anything, after the agreement, that deserves that we break it?"</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">"Oh ho!" Ian thinks. "Looks like I might see some action after all."</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">Reaching out and tapping the intercom, Ian speaks quickly: "Just a suggestion guys, but if the packages we’re exchanging are small, I can do it by space walk — no need to make possible boarding actions easy for them. One of us, one of them, meeting between the ships. Should a squad appear on their hull or in their airlock, we just drive away and reel our fish back in."</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">Vasilii listens to Ian and then turns to the Captain. "Sir, I agree with Mr. McConnell in principle, although that will put a member of our crew at risk."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii then studies the sensor panel for a moment, drumming his fingernails lightly on the console.</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">"Captain, if you have reservations concerning the last cutter, perhaps Mr. Vargas can maneuver the ship so that the slow boat is between us and the cutter before we make the transfer. Psychologically, that should make it more difficult for them to shoot at us. Since the boat is smaller than us by a good margin, I should be able to maintain sensors on the cutter to see if they try anything.</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">"If you don't like the risk still sir, might I suggest requesting the slow boat to match our flight path until the cutter has reversed momentum and is accelerating away? This would make it more unlikely that they would be able to try something. That would only be a delay of a short time in making the transfer."</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 continues to study the sensors. He notices that the one cutter is not flying as blindly as first thought. "Captain," he says quietly, "I don't think that the last remaining cutter is as damaged as they want us to think. Either that or they are getting sensor information from somewhere."</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 pauses to clear his throat. "Right now the slow boat should be in position to dock with us about the time the cutter will achieve negative-V. They could be doing this faster if they really wanted.</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">"If we want to do this, we are getting short on time. Since the Lingos are acting like they really want these items, perhaps you might prod them a little? Either they have to speed up or we might have to change to a holding orbit in order to accomplish this trade. I’m sure that Mr. Vargas can tell you the specifics on that."</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">"Captain, I say press them to speed up," Vargas adds. "First, if they're trying something it could throw their timing off. Second, money may be changing hands but we’re, in effect, doing them a favor with this deal. If they want the meds, they can throttle up a little more."</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 pauses a moment before inquiring, "Argent, do you want me to preprogram an escape vector?"</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 makes sure that the computer is recording all the transmissions between the Bray Keaven and the other ships, and stands by.</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 continues to target the cutter, and tries to fight down a growing sense of uneasiness. "We need to be doing something, this is taking too long," he thinks.</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">After listening to various exchanges and suggestions on the comm, he can wait no longer. He keys the comm. "Captain, we need to put down a stake or get off the claim. If we’re gonna dock with the slow boat, the idea of putting it between the cutter and us is a good one. Ian’s space walk idea also is good, but it leaves us unable to make a quick escape if needed.</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 say let ’em dock on the port side and arrange a nice, large welcoming party for them. Only allow two people to come aboard with the money. If they look suspicious after they enter the airlock, we don’t let ’em in the ship. If they start anything after we open the airlock, we shoot ’em."</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">"Well it does have the virtue of being a simple, direct plan," chimes in Vargas. "They’re the hardest to foul up. Mostly."</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">Darishun looks quizzically at the doctor after Swann’s suggestion and then keys his suit comm. "Swann? I am already at the port airlock with the doctor. Do I qualify as a large welcoming party, or should we add Ian and Martha to our group?"</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"></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"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: silver">-----</span></p><p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"><span style="color: silver">After hearing Swann’s suggestion, Argent nods — he hates situations like this. Tapping the external comms, he announces, "Slow boat captain, if you want this deal, then you need to have your cutter stop hiding its damage level and perform a vectored deceleration at 110, mark 3. If the cutter doesn’t perform this maneuver within one minute, the deal is off.</span></p><p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"><span style="color: silver">"You will come along side us at best possible speed on course 301, mark 5, between us and the cutter. You come in on any other vector or any slower than I’m satisfied with, the deal is off.</span></p><p></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #000080"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">"</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">You will only be allowed two men into the airlock; any more, the deal is off and we can’t guarantee your people’s safety," he continues. "Your men will also be unarmed. If they are armed, they’re dead and the deal is off. You have 30 seconds to respond."</span></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"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">Muting the external comms, Argent leans to Vargas. "Preprogram that escape vector and have Martha standing by to give us everything she can."</span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">Argent returns his gaze to the viewscreen, his mind running through the hundreds of possible outcomes of this scenario. He really hates these situations.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></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">Saro, after hearing Argent being decisive and authoritative with the Lingdonslanders, smiles and gives Darishun the two–thumbs–up sign. "Yup. That’s our Captain. Somehow I now feel everything is going to be fine, Mr. Darishun."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1398090, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]Saro returns to where Darishun stands. "Thanks for holding those. I don’t know what’s going to happen. It sounds like the Captain is having second thoughts." He then fidgets with his snub pistol. "Where do you think it looks most intimidating, but without it being inciting? I’m thinking in my hand, versus in a very visible holster right here across my chest. Do I look bad now?" He adjusts the position of the pistol. "Or do I look badder now, Mr. Darishun?" Darishun chuckles to himself and softly responds, "Doctor. I am afraid that I do not find you intimidating in the slightest, but perhaps that isn’t saying much since I also didn’t find the Marines intimidating. Perhaps you should consult Ian who is better versed in the madness of humans." After the large sophont responds to his poor attempt at humor Saro goes to the intercom. "Captain, at this point there probably aren’t any wrong decisions. I doubt they would fire at us with the slow boat docked. I would just recommend that, if they don’t mind, Mr. Hellinic and Mr. McConnell keep us company here in the airlock, preferably with large visible firearms, just in case. I don’t trust the Lingdonslanders, either, and I may not agree with what we are doing, but we made a deal. "On the other hand, if you have anything concrete that says we are in danger, I think that is a good reason to call off the agreement. Have they done anything, after the agreement, that deserves that we break it?" [center]-----[/center] "Oh ho!" Ian thinks. "Looks like I might see some action after all." Reaching out and tapping the intercom, Ian speaks quickly: "Just a suggestion guys, but if the packages we’re exchanging are small, I can do it by space walk — no need to make possible boarding actions easy for them. One of us, one of them, meeting between the ships. Should a squad appear on their hull or in their airlock, we just drive away and reel our fish back in." [center]-----[/center] Vasilii listens to Ian and then turns to the Captain. "Sir, I agree with Mr. McConnell in principle, although that will put a member of our crew at risk." Vasilii then studies the sensor panel for a moment, drumming his fingernails lightly on the console. "Captain, if you have reservations concerning the last cutter, perhaps Mr. Vargas can maneuver the ship so that the slow boat is between us and the cutter before we make the transfer. Psychologically, that should make it more difficult for them to shoot at us. Since the boat is smaller than us by a good margin, I should be able to maintain sensors on the cutter to see if they try anything. "If you don't like the risk still sir, might I suggest requesting the slow boat to match our flight path until the cutter has reversed momentum and is accelerating away? This would make it more unlikely that they would be able to try something. That would only be a delay of a short time in making the transfer." Vasilii continues to study the sensors. He notices that the one cutter is not flying as blindly as first thought. "Captain," he says quietly, "I don't think that the last remaining cutter is as damaged as they want us to think. Either that or they are getting sensor information from somewhere." Vasilii pauses to clear his throat. "Right now the slow boat should be in position to dock with us about the time the cutter will achieve negative-V. They could be doing this faster if they really wanted. "If we want to do this, we are getting short on time. Since the Lingos are acting like they really want these items, perhaps you might prod them a little? Either they have to speed up or we might have to change to a holding orbit in order to accomplish this trade. I’m sure that Mr. Vargas can tell you the specifics on that." "Captain, I say press them to speed up," Vargas adds. "First, if they're trying something it could throw their timing off. Second, money may be changing hands but we’re, in effect, doing them a favor with this deal. If they want the meds, they can throttle up a little more." Vargas pauses a moment before inquiring, "Argent, do you want me to preprogram an escape vector?" Vasilii makes sure that the computer is recording all the transmissions between the Bray Keaven and the other ships, and stands by. [center]-----[/center] Swann continues to target the cutter, and tries to fight down a growing sense of uneasiness. "We need to be doing something, this is taking too long," he thinks. After listening to various exchanges and suggestions on the comm, he can wait no longer. He keys the comm. "Captain, we need to put down a stake or get off the claim. If we’re gonna dock with the slow boat, the idea of putting it between the cutter and us is a good one. Ian’s space walk idea also is good, but it leaves us unable to make a quick escape if needed. "I say let ’em dock on the port side and arrange a nice, large welcoming party for them. Only allow two people to come aboard with the money. If they look suspicious after they enter the airlock, we don’t let ’em in the ship. If they start anything after we open the airlock, we shoot ’em." [center]-----[/center] "Well it does have the virtue of being a simple, direct plan," chimes in Vargas. "They’re the hardest to foul up. Mostly." [center]-----[/center] Darishun looks quizzically at the doctor after Swann’s suggestion and then keys his suit comm. "Swann? I am already at the port airlock with the doctor. Do I qualify as a large welcoming party, or should we add Ian and Martha to our group?" [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][center][color=silver]-----[/color][/center] [left][color=silver]After hearing Swann’s suggestion, Argent nods — he hates situations like this. Tapping the external comms, he announces, "Slow boat captain, if you want this deal, then you need to have your cutter stop hiding its damage level and perform a vectored deceleration at 110, mark 3. If the cutter doesn’t perform this maneuver within one minute, the deal is off.[/color][/left] [left][color=silver]"You will come along side us at best possible speed on course 301, mark 5, between us and the cutter. You come in on any other vector or any slower than I’m satisfied with, the deal is off.[/color][/left] [/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2] [color=silver]"[/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]You will only be allowed two men into the airlock; any more, the deal is off and we can’t guarantee your people’s safety," he continues. "Your men will also be unarmed. If they are armed, they’re dead and the deal is off. You have 30 seconds to respond."[/color] [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]Muting the external comms, Argent leans to Vargas. "Preprogram that escape vector and have Martha standing by to give us everything she can." [/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]Argent returns his gaze to the viewscreen, his mind running through the hundreds of possible outcomes of this scenario. He really hates these situations. [/color][/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2] [center]-----[/center] Saro, after hearing Argent being decisive and authoritative with the Lingdonslanders, smiles and gives Darishun the two–thumbs–up sign. "Yup. That’s our Captain. Somehow I now feel everything is going to be fine, Mr. Darishun."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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