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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: 1424273" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Very well, Bromley, and thank you," Argent states. "Descending to 18,000 meters."</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">To no one in particular, Vargas comments, "Fighter escort? We might want to keep an eye out for inbound threats unless they’re just trying to be friendly."</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 listens to the radio traffic with interest. "A fighter escort?" he thinks. "Hmmm. I wonder how this laser would do in atmosphere? And I wonder what the reception is going to be like once we land? Will we have to keep the natives off the ship with weapons? Come to think of it, how will the local authorities react to our weapons and us? Will they try to confiscate the higher tech stuff? Will they let us carry any weapons at all? This whole mission just keeps getting better and better."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Swann starts checking the targeting system to see if he can detect the fighter escort yet.</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">"Fighter escort, that’s nice," Ian thinks. "Of course, that means that there’s a possibility of unfriendly activity. I hope Swann keeps his eyes peeled."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Over the ship’s comm Ian says, "It’s fine by me to stay suited until we get a better look at the reception committee. So, Martha, which airlock do you want the showers set up in? I’ll be there in a jiffy!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">While waiting for the shower detail to get under way, Ian looks around the cargo bay for a suitable box. Switching the contents of the box with the contents of the cases, he is careful to examine each wad of cash separately for die packs or similar anti-theft shenanigans, and quickly gives the empty cases a look-and-feel-over before repackaging them with the stuff from the boxes and writing out new labels for the cases. Then he sticks the box of cash in the ship’s locker.</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">Vasilii scribbles some notes down while listening to the radio traffic and mutters under his breath, "Let’s see, carry the 4. . . . " When he’s done he looks over to the Captain.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Sir, the news reports are scrambled but it seems the infection is still out of control down there. The containment area around the capital of Bromley is expanding. I hope that this Lowford town is far enough away for us.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I’d also like permission to start working on resupplying the ship. If the Doctor wants to rinse everything in a sterilizing solution then I’d like to make sure that we have enough material to last. Personally, I’m tired of these field rations as well. Why people eat this stuff, I’ll never know."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii chews his lip for a second, then continues. "Also, for those of you who are interested. If the Lingsdonlanders gave us all 20 million then the trade netted us approximately 122,000 Imperial credits. Assuming that the money checks out, I could set up an account with it here for us to draw on. I don’t know how you would like to break down the division, but I could set up separate accounts as well.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Finally sir, the cutter that Mr. Hellinic damaged is not returning to port like the slow boat. Neither are they attempting to aid the other cutter which is still drifting out-system. Perhaps you might apprise the authorities of what happened and ask them to look into it. It seems most strange, sir, since that cutter has to represent a sizable investment for Lingsdonland."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Vasilii checks his sensors and wonders what the cutter is doing. Concentrating outplanet, he adjusts his sensors and awaits the Captains’ orders.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">After giving Vasilii’s report some thought, Argent says, "Go ahead and set up a general account for us, that we can all draw on. And give me a line to the local Imperial representative; we should give them a heads-up on that cutter."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Yes, sir," Vasilii replies.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">While the Captain concentrates on the flight pattern, Vasilii sets up a call to the Imperial representative.</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">"There goes our salvage bonus," Ian thinks after he hears the exchange between Argent and Vasilii. "Still, the crew probably can't wait a couple of weeks for us to get back to them. Easy come, easy go."</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1424273, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Very well, Bromley, and thank you," Argent states. "Descending to 18,000 meters." [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2]To no one in particular, Vargas comments, "Fighter escort? We might want to keep an eye out for inbound threats unless they’re just trying to be friendly."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann listens to the radio traffic with interest. "A fighter escort?" he thinks. "Hmmm. I wonder how this laser would do in atmosphere? And I wonder what the reception is going to be like once we land? Will we have to keep the natives off the ship with weapons? Come to think of it, how will the local authorities react to our weapons and us? Will they try to confiscate the higher tech stuff? Will they let us carry any weapons at all? This whole mission just keeps getting better and better."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann starts checking the targeting system to see if he can detect the fighter escort yet.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Fighter escort, that’s nice," Ian thinks. "Of course, that means that there’s a possibility of unfriendly activity. I hope Swann keeps his eyes peeled."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Over the ship’s comm Ian says, "It’s fine by me to stay suited until we get a better look at the reception committee. So, Martha, which airlock do you want the showers set up in? I’ll be there in a jiffy!"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]While waiting for the shower detail to get under way, Ian looks around the cargo bay for a suitable box. Switching the contents of the box with the contents of the cases, he is careful to examine each wad of cash separately for die packs or similar anti-theft shenanigans, and quickly gives the empty cases a look-and-feel-over before repackaging them with the stuff from the boxes and writing out new labels for the cases. Then he sticks the box of cash in the ship’s locker.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii scribbles some notes down while listening to the radio traffic and mutters under his breath, "Let’s see, carry the 4. . . . " When he’s done he looks over to the Captain.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Sir, the news reports are scrambled but it seems the infection is still out of control down there. The containment area around the capital of Bromley is expanding. I hope that this Lowford town is far enough away for us.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"I’d also like permission to start working on resupplying the ship. If the Doctor wants to rinse everything in a sterilizing solution then I’d like to make sure that we have enough material to last. Personally, I’m tired of these field rations as well. Why people eat this stuff, I’ll never know."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii chews his lip for a second, then continues. "Also, for those of you who are interested. If the Lingsdonlanders gave us all 20 million then the trade netted us approximately 122,000 Imperial credits. Assuming that the money checks out, I could set up an account with it here for us to draw on. I don’t know how you would like to break down the division, but I could set up separate accounts as well.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Finally sir, the cutter that Mr. Hellinic damaged is not returning to port like the slow boat. Neither are they attempting to aid the other cutter which is still drifting out-system. Perhaps you might apprise the authorities of what happened and ask them to look into it. It seems most strange, sir, since that cutter has to represent a sizable investment for Lingsdonland."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]Vasilii checks his sensors and wonders what the cutter is doing. Concentrating outplanet, he adjusts his sensors and awaits the Captains’ orders.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]After giving Vasilii’s report some thought, Argent says, "Go ahead and set up a general account for us, that we can all draw on. And give me a line to the local Imperial representative; we should give them a heads-up on that cutter."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Yes, sir," Vasilii replies.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]While the Captain concentrates on the flight pattern, Vasilii sets up a call to the Imperial representative.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]"There goes our salvage bonus," Ian thinks after he hears the exchange between Argent and Vasilii. "Still, the crew probably can't wait a couple of weeks for us to get back to them. Easy come, easy go."[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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