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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: 1424286" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Chapter XXII</span></strong></p><p></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"><strong>Date: 119-993</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Place: Alief.</strong></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 <em>Bray Keaven’s</em> descent through the upper reaches of the atmosphere surround the far trader with glowing red plasma as it streaks towards Bromlian airspace. The descent could have been a perfectly normal one on any other planet except for the events in orbit, and probably those to come.</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 bridge, Vasilii tries to contact the Imperial Consul located in Medway. He reaches an automated answering service that simply wants to take a message. As an alternative, he comms the <em>Wall of Stone</em> via the Imperial communications relay satellite in orbit and warns them about the damaged mining cutter headed away from Alief. The picket isn’t too pleased to hear that the mining cutter was damaged while attacking a vessel under Imperial charter, but does say that they’ll "take care of it," albeit with a slightly ominous tone of voice.</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 making the contact, Vasilii turns his sensors towards the cutters. The so–called blind cutter with its sensors damaged or destroyed is probably in orbit on the other side of Alief, currently in the planet’s sensor shadow. The ballistic cutter with its maneuver drive destroyed is still on its course away from Alief and is about to pass out of sensor range.</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">Vargas continues plotting a course towards a landing at the Groves Airport.</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 picks up the fighter escort on his targeting displays as they seem to struggle to maintain circles at 18k meters above Alief and right on the edge of the border of Bromley. "Jeez, they must be at the very reaches of their operating altitude for lower tech fighters," he thinks to himself. "And 24 fighters? Either they’re desperate and serious, or they’re worried about some serious trouble."</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">As the Bray Keaven reaches the 18k altitude mark, one of the fighters radioes the far trader. "Guard Flight Leader to <em>Bray Keaven</em>. We’ll escort you to the Groves Airport outside of Lowford. We’re not expecting any trouble, but we thought that you might like the escort just in case."</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">"<em>Bray Keaven</em> to Guard Flight Leader. Thank you for the escort. We’ll follow you down," replies Argent.</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 rest of the descent to the Groves Airport is surprisingly smooth. While some of the 24 circling turbojet fighters seem to be crowding a little close, like nervous chlofiks around the flocks’ chicks, no one challenges the group, though Vasilii does pick up a circling group of 12 fighters a couple hundred kilometers away in a neighboring country.</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 airport traffic control directs the <em>Bray Keaven</em> towards one end of the small airport where a ring of armored vehicles and soldiers stand with their weapons trained outward. What appears to be a reception committee stands just inside the ring on one side while a larger group comprised of soldiers and cargo lift/transport equipment stands on the outside. None appear to be wearing biohazard gear.</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">After getting an update from the bridge, Saro says, "Well, judging from our welcoming committee we are not yet at the red zone. The ship may never be at the red zone, so we may have to rethink our approach. I thought all of this was going to be a red zone and we were going to be right in it. That doesn’t seem to be the case.</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">"We might as well wait on setting up the decon chamber and see what happens. It might just be that the ship is staying here and we are going to be installed in some other area. Let’s see what’s what. I am still not OK with just walking out there without protection, but the locals sure don’t seem worried. They did mention something about a treatment center, so I’m sure there are infected people nearby."</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">Ian says, "Well, call me yellow but I’m staying in my suit. I for one would appreciate it if everyone else was a little paranoid until the Doc tells us it’s safe. As soon as that’s done, and the cargo’s unloaded and set up, I’m all for Hawaian shirts and that adventure holiday we discussed previously."</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">As the <em>Keaven</em> is on its final approach, Vasilii tries to get in touch with the local quartermaster. The comm officer on the Bromlian side is quite helpful, and Vasilii is quickly patched through to a rather sultry sounding Major Eckels who says that they happen to have plenty of bleach on hand and would arrange to have an amply supply delivered shortly.</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 doesn’t have enough time to try to get in touch with a local banking concern, though, given the call to arrange the hypoclorite takes quite a bit of time. Vasilii decides he’ll be able to chat up Major Eckels a bit once on the ground to find a bank that is still operational given the crisis.</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">At 2015 Imperial Standard time (and 1615 local time), the <em>Bray Keaven</em> touchs down at the Groves Airport outside of Lowford.</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">Marcus secures his station, then flips on the internal comms. "Saro and Darishun, you have the cargo; Ian, you’re on security until the locals receive it, then you join me on the tarmac," he orders. "Vasilii, keep working on the account stuff and maybe see if you can find some speculative cargo. Martha and Swann, assess the battle damage and report in.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">"Vargas, you’re with me; let’s go meet the locals," he adds.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: silver">Pulling his old Navy liberty jacket out of the locker, Argent dons it and nods his head toward the bridge door. "Shall we?"</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Roger that," Vargas says. "Are we packing on this outing or do we just tell them 'We come in peace'?"</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">"I say pack," Ian says over the comm. "That way, if it turns out later that we need them, we don’t have to do a lot of explaining and running around. They can always provide us with special envoy papers, escorts, or something to stop the local cops from getting too righteous. After all, they’ve got all that hardware lined up out there, so they’re not likely to object. Just take side arms and act natural."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">" ‘We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill’ — I’m never going to get that out of my head," Ian thinks. "As long as the Captain doesn’t say ‘Take me to your leader’ I won't crack up over the comm."</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">"Right, armed it is." Vargas unstraps from his seat and leaves the bridge headed for his stateroom, a short trip. There he checks on Rusti and sets up his suit to recharge. Vargas dons the chest protection from his ballistic suit, checks and loads his weapons, and then goes to meet the Captain at the airlock. Attired in his old Service field jacket, boloball team cap in place, and shotgun in hand — the auto pistol is tucked in the back of his belt — Emile stands ready to go.</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 makes a quick trip to his cabin to stow his vacc suit and change into work clothes. He also puts on his flak jacket and places his body pistol with a spare clip into an inside pocket of the jacket. "You can never be too careful around new people," he thinks.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He then heads back to engineering to find Martha. As he enters the engine room, he calls out, "So Martha, what do you think? Did we take any damage from that exchange of laser pleasantries with our new customers back in orbit? I didn’t notice anything hit us, but I was a little busy at the time, concentrating on other things."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">He looks around, but doesn’t find Martha anywhere. Moving to the cargo hold, he spots Darishun moving a large cargo container. He asks the Virushi if he knows where Martha can be found, and is informed that she is with Dr. Talbek in the <em>Bray Keaven’s</em> makeshift sick bay.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1424286, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2][center][b][size=4]Chapter XXII[/size][/b][/center] [b]Date: 119-993[/b] [b]Place: Alief.[/b] The [i]Bray Keaven’s[/i] descent through the upper reaches of the atmosphere surround the far trader with glowing red plasma as it streaks towards Bromlian airspace. The descent could have been a perfectly normal one on any other planet except for the events in orbit, and probably those to come. On the bridge, Vasilii tries to contact the Imperial Consul located in Medway. He reaches an automated answering service that simply wants to take a message. As an alternative, he comms the [i]Wall of Stone[/i] via the Imperial communications relay satellite in orbit and warns them about the damaged mining cutter headed away from Alief. The picket isn’t too pleased to hear that the mining cutter was damaged while attacking a vessel under Imperial charter, but does say that they’ll "take care of it," albeit with a slightly ominous tone of voice. After making the contact, Vasilii turns his sensors towards the cutters. The so–called blind cutter with its sensors damaged or destroyed is probably in orbit on the other side of Alief, currently in the planet’s sensor shadow. The ballistic cutter with its maneuver drive destroyed is still on its course away from Alief and is about to pass out of sensor range. [center]-----[/center] Vargas continues plotting a course towards a landing at the Groves Airport. [center]-----[/center] Swann picks up the fighter escort on his targeting displays as they seem to struggle to maintain circles at 18k meters above Alief and right on the edge of the border of Bromley. "Jeez, they must be at the very reaches of their operating altitude for lower tech fighters," he thinks to himself. "And 24 fighters? Either they’re desperate and serious, or they’re worried about some serious trouble." [center]-----[/center] As the Bray Keaven reaches the 18k altitude mark, one of the fighters radioes the far trader. "Guard Flight Leader to [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. We’ll escort you to the Groves Airport outside of Lowford. We’re not expecting any trouble, but we thought that you might like the escort just in case." "[i]Bray Keaven[/i] to Guard Flight Leader. Thank you for the escort. We’ll follow you down," replies Argent. The rest of the descent to the Groves Airport is surprisingly smooth. While some of the 24 circling turbojet fighters seem to be crowding a little close, like nervous chlofiks around the flocks’ chicks, no one challenges the group, though Vasilii does pick up a circling group of 12 fighters a couple hundred kilometers away in a neighboring country. The airport traffic control directs the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] towards one end of the small airport where a ring of armored vehicles and soldiers stand with their weapons trained outward. What appears to be a reception committee stands just inside the ring on one side while a larger group comprised of soldiers and cargo lift/transport equipment stands on the outside. None appear to be wearing biohazard gear. [center]-----[/center] After getting an update from the bridge, Saro says, "Well, judging from our welcoming committee we are not yet at the red zone. The ship may never be at the red zone, so we may have to rethink our approach. I thought all of this was going to be a red zone and we were going to be right in it. That doesn’t seem to be the case. "We might as well wait on setting up the decon chamber and see what happens. It might just be that the ship is staying here and we are going to be installed in some other area. Let’s see what’s what. I am still not OK with just walking out there without protection, but the locals sure don’t seem worried. They did mention something about a treatment center, so I’m sure there are infected people nearby." Ian says, "Well, call me yellow but I’m staying in my suit. I for one would appreciate it if everyone else was a little paranoid until the Doc tells us it’s safe. As soon as that’s done, and the cargo’s unloaded and set up, I’m all for Hawaian shirts and that adventure holiday we discussed previously." [center]-----[/center] As the [i]Keaven[/i] is on its final approach, Vasilii tries to get in touch with the local quartermaster. The comm officer on the Bromlian side is quite helpful, and Vasilii is quickly patched through to a rather sultry sounding Major Eckels who says that they happen to have plenty of bleach on hand and would arrange to have an amply supply delivered shortly. Vasilii doesn’t have enough time to try to get in touch with a local banking concern, though, given the call to arrange the hypoclorite takes quite a bit of time. Vasilii decides he’ll be able to chat up Major Eckels a bit once on the ground to find a bank that is still operational given the crisis. [center]-----[/center] At 2015 Imperial Standard time (and 1615 local time), the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] touchs down at the Groves Airport outside of Lowford. [/size][/font][font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]Marcus secures his station, then flips on the internal comms. "Saro and Darishun, you have the cargo; Ian, you’re on security until the locals receive it, then you join me on the tarmac," he orders. "Vasilii, keep working on the account stuff and maybe see if you can find some speculative cargo. Martha and Swann, assess the battle damage and report in.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]"Vargas, you’re with me; let’s go meet the locals," he adds.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=silver]Pulling his old Navy liberty jacket out of the locker, Argent dons it and nods his head toward the bridge door. "Shall we?"[/color][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Roger that," Vargas says. "Are we packing on this outing or do we just tell them 'We come in peace'?"[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]"I say pack," Ian says over the comm. "That way, if it turns out later that we need them, we don’t have to do a lot of explaining and running around. They can always provide us with special envoy papers, escorts, or something to stop the local cops from getting too righteous. After all, they’ve got all that hardware lined up out there, so they’re not likely to object. Just take side arms and act natural."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]" ‘We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill’ — I’m never going to get that out of my head," Ian thinks. "As long as the Captain doesn’t say ‘Take me to your leader’ I won't crack up over the comm."[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]"Right, armed it is." Vargas unstraps from his seat and leaves the bridge headed for his stateroom, a short trip. There he checks on Rusti and sets up his suit to recharge. Vargas dons the chest protection from his ballistic suit, checks and loads his weapons, and then goes to meet the Captain at the airlock. Attired in his old Service field jacket, boloball team cap in place, and shotgun in hand — the auto pistol is tucked in the back of his belt — Emile stands ready to go.[/size][/font] [center][font=Verdana][size=2]-----[/size][/font][/center] [font=Verdana][size=2]Swann makes a quick trip to his cabin to stow his vacc suit and change into work clothes. He also puts on his flak jacket and places his body pistol with a spare clip into an inside pocket of the jacket. "You can never be too careful around new people," he thinks.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He then heads back to engineering to find Martha. As he enters the engine room, he calls out, "So Martha, what do you think? Did we take any damage from that exchange of laser pleasantries with our new customers back in orbit? I didn’t notice anything hit us, but I was a little busy at the time, concentrating on other things."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2]He looks around, but doesn’t find Martha anywhere. Moving to the cargo hold, he spots Darishun moving a large cargo container. He asks the Virushi if he knows where Martha can be found, and is informed that she is with Dr. Talbek in the [i]Bray Keaven’s[/i] makeshift sick bay.[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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