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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: 1398094" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After Argent makes his demands, the slow boat is quick to respond. "Merchant ship! Let’s not be hasty now. There have been terrible mistakes made, and let’s avoid any others, shall we? The cutter was just heading towards us following a homing beacon because you destroyed their sensors. The cutter will now decelerate on the course that you indicated, or at least as close to it as they can. We will approach on the course that you indicated for docking.</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">"Of course we will only have two men in the airlock. However, they will be armed with pistols only. Twenty million lingdonsallers is a very large sum of money, and we have had too many Imperial traders try to rob us 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">After a few beats, and just a little shy of the deadline, Vasilii’s sensors indicated that the cutter changes its orientation and starts decelerating roughly along the indicated vector. The slow boat also starts maneuvering to come in on the demanded 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">Meanwhile, Vargas quickly works out the course needed to vector the Keaven onto a new vector and hopefully out of any danger. The thought of putting the hammer down on the M drive makes him shudder some, though.</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">Martha continues to man her position in engineering, monitoring the ship’s sensors in case this is a ruse to sneak someone onto the outside or into the vessel itself.</span></span></p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After listening to the various arguments going back and forth over the suit comms, Ian heads over to the port airlock with Darishun and the Doc.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Captain, I’m at the port lock now, prepared to receive visitors."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Turning to the others, he grins at Darishun and says to Saro: "Well Doc, with that slight tremor in your hand, you’ve got that ‘This could go off accidentally anytime’ look about you, which is no good right now. We want these guys to be calm, not nervous, so things go smoothly.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"However, we also don’t want them to feel like they can pull a fast one and get away with it. Stand over there behind these boxes where they can see you but you have good cover. Set your pistol on top of the boxes. That way it won’t shake and you’ll have a nice supported firing position. We’ll put our package down here right in front of the lock where they can see it.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Darishun, if you could take a position on the other side of the Doc. Not too close, we don’t want them too nervous. But we do want them to see part of you and that lovely rifle.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I’ll take the center and move forward with the goods after we’ve seen the color of their money. They’ll probably want to see inside ours before they take it, too. I’m less intimidating than Darishun but calmer than you, and I’m better armored. If anything goes wrong, just try not to shoot me in the back, OK? How’s that sound to you fellas?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Do not worry Mr. McConnell," Saro says. "It is always like this for me. I get a bit nervous to begin with, but I’ve transplanted brains successfully, so my hand tremor will stop as soon as things get real. It’s the wait that I can’t stand."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"So now you know why us military types like stand formally with both hands behind our backs. I hate the waiting, too. How about a power ballad to fill the next 5 minutes or so?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Darishun’s eyes widen noticeably while he pauses in his crate moving to turn his massive head to the side and regard Ian with what could only be interpreted as a mixture of horror and revulsion. Saro bumps into the large sophont with a box of Marine rations marked "Eolquu Green Eggs and Hqygyn Ham, 24 Count" when the Virushi pauses but luckily misses the look, being on the other side of Darishun from Ian.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro smiles widely. "Excellent idea! I've had ‘Fragrt Hgarv Ihytrle’ in my head for the past few days. They don’t come any better than that. It was No. 1 in the Sentry Vargr Top 40 for 10 weeks straight!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He then starts belting out: "GRRTTHHREEEEEEE!! HGARVVVVVV!! HJJHTAAAAAA!! FRAGRT HGARV . . . " into the intercom system for everyone’s enjoyment.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Ow, now that’s loud," Ian thinks. "Hmm. I kind of dig it, though. Fragrt Hgarv."</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">"Ghedze aezo aka virrzang . . . ," mumbles Vargas under his breath as he monitors his panel.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii winces, then turns down his volume to the bare minimum.</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">Darishun sighs visibly, turns down the volume and wonders, "Maybe we could pipe that song to the incoming slow boat and cutter, and then they’d just leave us alone? Isn't there some human saying about the cure being worse than the disease? Well, at least it wasn't a K’Kree song."</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">Martha smiles to herself as she begins recording Saro’s festive singing. "When we get back to civilization," she thinks, "I’ll get the music to this and make a mix for him."</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">She winces as he sings off-key. "Then again, maybe I can use this as a weapon later."</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 plans being discussed over the comm system. When he hears that his turret will basically be useless during the exchange, he decides to join the welcoming party at the port airlock. He notifies the bridge crew that he is returning targeting control for the starboard turret to them and heads to the port side of the ship.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He arrives to find Saro, Ian and Darishun arranging boxes to make a defensive position, and the Doc singing. "Hi guys. Have room for a fourth?" He turns his back on the group so Saro cannot see him grimace, quickly looks over the area, and makes a decision. "Ian, I’m going to need my shotgun and my auto pistol from the ship’s locker. And if you could leave the door open, I’ll take up a position standing in front of it. That way, I can provide some flanking cover for you at the airlock, and will have someplace to duck for cover if any shooting starts. I don’t think it will, but better safe than sorry."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann puts his accelerator rifle back in the ship’s locker, but keeps his snub pistol. He places the rifle where he can grab it if needed. He loads the auto pistol with a clip and tucks it inside his belt. Then he loads the shotgun, adjusts the choke to give it the tightest shot–pattern possible, and stand with it right in front of the door to the ship’s locker and to the right of the port airlock.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1398094, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]After Argent makes his demands, the slow boat is quick to respond. "Merchant ship! Let’s not be hasty now. There have been terrible mistakes made, and let’s avoid any others, shall we? The cutter was just heading towards us following a homing beacon because you destroyed their sensors. The cutter will now decelerate on the course that you indicated, or at least as close to it as they can. We will approach on the course that you indicated for docking. "Of course we will only have two men in the airlock. However, they will be armed with pistols only. Twenty million lingdonsallers is a very large sum of money, and we have had too many Imperial traders try to rob us before." After a few beats, and just a little shy of the deadline, Vasilii’s sensors indicated that the cutter changes its orientation and starts decelerating roughly along the indicated vector. The slow boat also starts maneuvering to come in on the demanded vector. Meanwhile, Vargas quickly works out the course needed to vector the Keaven onto a new vector and hopefully out of any danger. The thought of putting the hammer down on the M drive makes him shudder some, though. [center]-----[/center] [/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha continues to man her position in engineering, monitoring the ship’s sensors in case this is a ruse to sneak someone onto the outside or into the vessel itself.[/size][/font] [center]-----[/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]After listening to the various arguments going back and forth over the suit comms, Ian heads over to the port airlock with Darishun and the Doc.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Captain, I’m at the port lock now, prepared to receive visitors."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Turning to the others, he grins at Darishun and says to Saro: "Well Doc, with that slight tremor in your hand, you’ve got that ‘This could go off accidentally anytime’ look about you, which is no good right now. We want these guys to be calm, not nervous, so things go smoothly.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"However, we also don’t want them to feel like they can pull a fast one and get away with it. Stand over there behind these boxes where they can see you but you have good cover. Set your pistol on top of the boxes. That way it won’t shake and you’ll have a nice supported firing position. We’ll put our package down here right in front of the lock where they can see it.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Darishun, if you could take a position on the other side of the Doc. Not too close, we don’t want them too nervous. But we do want them to see part of you and that lovely rifle.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"I’ll take the center and move forward with the goods after we’ve seen the color of their money. They’ll probably want to see inside ours before they take it, too. I’m less intimidating than Darishun but calmer than you, and I’m better armored. If anything goes wrong, just try not to shoot me in the back, OK? How’s that sound to you fellas?"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Do not worry Mr. McConnell," Saro says. "It is always like this for me. I get a bit nervous to begin with, but I’ve transplanted brains successfully, so my hand tremor will stop as soon as things get real. It’s the wait that I can’t stand."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"So now you know why us military types like stand formally with both hands behind our backs. I hate the waiting, too. How about a power ballad to fill the next 5 minutes or so?"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Darishun’s eyes widen noticeably while he pauses in his crate moving to turn his massive head to the side and regard Ian with what could only be interpreted as a mixture of horror and revulsion. Saro bumps into the large sophont with a box of Marine rations marked "Eolquu Green Eggs and Hqygyn Ham, 24 Count" when the Virushi pauses but luckily misses the look, being on the other side of Darishun from Ian.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Saro smiles widely. "Excellent idea! I've had ‘Fragrt Hgarv Ihytrle’ in my head for the past few days. They don’t come any better than that. It was No. 1 in the Sentry Vargr Top 40 for 10 weeks straight!"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He then starts belting out: "GRRTTHHREEEEEEE!! HGARVVVVVV!! HJJHTAAAAAA!! FRAGRT HGARV . . . " into the intercom system for everyone’s enjoyment.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Ow, now that’s loud," Ian thinks. "Hmm. I kind of dig it, though. Fragrt Hgarv."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Ghedze aezo aka virrzang . . . ," mumbles Vargas under his breath as he monitors his panel.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii winces, then turns down his volume to the bare minimum.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Darishun sighs visibly, turns down the volume and wonders, "Maybe we could pipe that song to the incoming slow boat and cutter, and then they’d just leave us alone? Isn't there some human saying about the cure being worse than the disease? Well, at least it wasn't a K’Kree song."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Martha smiles to herself as she begins recording Saro’s festive singing. "When we get back to civilization," she thinks, "I’ll get the music to this and make a mix for him." She winces as he sings off-key. "Then again, maybe I can use this as a weapon later." [center]-----[/center] [/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann listens to the plans being discussed over the comm system. When he hears that his turret will basically be useless during the exchange, he decides to join the welcoming party at the port airlock. He notifies the bridge crew that he is returning targeting control for the starboard turret to them and heads to the port side of the ship.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He arrives to find Saro, Ian and Darishun arranging boxes to make a defensive position, and the Doc singing. "Hi guys. Have room for a fourth?" He turns his back on the group so Saro cannot see him grimace, quickly looks over the area, and makes a decision. "Ian, I’m going to need my shotgun and my auto pistol from the ship’s locker. And if you could leave the door open, I’ll take up a position standing in front of it. That way, I can provide some flanking cover for you at the airlock, and will have someplace to duck for cover if any shooting starts. I don’t think it will, but better safe than sorry."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann puts his accelerator rifle back in the ship’s locker, but keeps his snub pistol. He places the rifle where he can grab it if needed. He loads the auto pistol with a clip and tucks it inside his belt. Then he loads the shotgun, adjusts the choke to give it the tightest shot–pattern possible, and stand with it right in front of the door to the ship’s locker and to the right of the port airlock.[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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