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Babylon 5: Outrageous Fortune

"We set an intercept course, dock, and board," Ashley replies, directing the comments to Sarhat as well. "Then we'll see what we've got."
 

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Kirth Warren

"Sounds just lovely. Tell you what -- how about if I remain here and keep the 'homefires' burning on the 'Fortune'?"
 
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As you have already seen from Cheshana's schematics, the Markab vessel is a dart-shaped vessel with a three-fold radial symmetry.

The central portion is roughly cylindrical, a zero-gravity section with the bridge at one end and engineering at the other. A shuttle bay is located underneath the bridge at the nose (too small for the Fortune to dock), and there is a maintainance/emergency airlock at the rear, between the forward thrust engines.

Rotating around this section are three equally-spaced identical passenger sections, wide near the stern tapering to stubby point at the bow (where each section has a viewing and relaxation lounge). These are the main areas of the ship, mostly passenger berths but also crew quarters, galley and (being Markab), prayer rooms.

Each of these sections has an access hatch on the outside, for space-borne docking.

Sarhat carefully guides the Fortune towards one of these, until your ship is resting belly-down on the side of one of these sections, and a docking collar can be extended to the Lashaiaj. In doing so, Sarhat bumps the Markab vessel into a slightly lower orbit of the gas giant, although Kirth calculates that it is still stable for another 30-40 years.

OOC: Hopefully you get the idea of the ship. It's meant to look like the one in Confessions and Lamentations, couldn't find a good image of it:

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BTW, Sarhat and Ashley need to be updated to 2nd level.
 
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Croft watches out the window as the the nearly derelict ship he was currently on docks with the derelict ship in orbit of the gas giant. He was glad that nobody he knew could see him this piece of human trash. He wondered what the situation might be on the other ship as the hull reverberated with the metal-on-metal contact of the docking clamps. He heads down toward the docking area.

[sblock=actions]reaching out with a 'surface scan' and 'sense telepathy' toward the Markab vessel. (100ft in)[/sblock]
 

[sblock=Croft]
Reaching out with his mind, Croft can feels the, for want of a better phrase, psychic impressions of the ship. There is a ripple in the mindscape, characteristic of the fading imprint of telepathic ability.

This imprint is left when somebody uses telepathy. It tends to fade quickly, taking longer for more powerful telepaths. That there should still be an imprint on a ship supposedly dead for 7 years suggests that either incredibly powerful telepathy was used (more powerful than anything known to the younger races), or that, at least up until a few days ago, there is/was somebody alive on board with telepathic abilities.

OOC: Surface Scan needs a specific target to work, and can't be used through the hull of two spaceships. You got enough of the psychic pattern to be able to recognise the mind if you met it again.
Telepathy check 16+9=25
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Sarhat carefully latches the docking collar and when he is certain the ships are secured together he gets up from his seat. Checking his pistol and Denn'bok he nods to the others. "Ready?"

[sblock=OOC]Oh bummer. I thought I had already updated Sarhat. I'm quite sure I did. Probably forgot to post it though :D[/sblock]
 

Kirth Warren

"No. Does that make any difference?"

Kirth checks to see that his sidearm is with him and ready to go. Putting his hand into an empty holster, he grimaces and says, "Damn!"

[sblock=Dr. Si, Sir?]I fully intended to get Kirth a sidearm of some variety, preferably some energy variety. However, I neglected to complete my equipment-buying task. :( So I find myself with a very gadget-poor tech! Oh, well, live and learn.[/sblock]
 
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Croft zips up his flak jacket with one hand as he checks his PPG's tab with his other before holstering the sidearm. He grins sheepishly if anyone shoots him a look. "Better safe, and all that... right? Am I going to be needing my translator for this one, or do you have this covered beautiful?" He cocks an eyebrow suggestively at the telepath and winks. His bit safely stowed in his vest pocket for easy access, he thinks he's as prepared as he can be for whatever might face them on the other side of the bulkhead door.
 


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