Insight
Adventurer
[sblock=Leif]Yup. That's fine.[/sblock]
Leif's DISCONTINUED GURPS Traveller Game -- IC01
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grufflehead
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'Wow!' said Gruffle peering out of one of the observation hatches as the ship touched down on the blasted landing strip. No matter how desolate or unappealing a world the 'Zax' stopped at, the young Vargr always viewed it with a sense of wonder and excitement. As soon as the clamps were engaged, he wriggled out of his landing harness and scampered from engineering down to the cargo deck. Pressing the cargo bay door release, he nimbly hopped up onto a pile of crates and watched as the view of the 'spaceport' was revealed. He stood, wide-eyed for several moments taking in the collection of slightly rundown container terminals and shabby buildings as if it were some grand metropolis, then hastily switching on his digital camera and taking a few seconds of footage, before closing the door again to stop the air inside the cargo bay becoming too fouled by the spore-rich planetary atmosphere. He wrinkled his snout at the slighly musky odour of the native vegetation, and had to suppress the urge to sneeze.
By the time any of the other crew members had made it down to the hold, he'd already taken the ship's servo-loader and started arranging the crates into groups suitable for loading into a grav-track. Or given the look of the facilities in the starport, perhaps that Corsa Systems diesel hi-sider parked beside the larger of the warehouses was more likely. Assuming it was the Mark III (which from the shape of the front grille it was), then given the size of the crates, he quickly calculated that it would take 3 trips to get everything to the warehouse.
The sound of his cheery whistling - a strange habit for a Vargr to have picked up - drifted through the commlink...
By the time any of the other crew members had made it down to the hold, he'd already taken the ship's servo-loader and started arranging the crates into groups suitable for loading into a grav-track. Or given the look of the facilities in the starport, perhaps that Corsa Systems diesel hi-sider parked beside the larger of the warehouses was more likely. Assuming it was the Mark III (which from the shape of the front grille it was), then given the size of the crates, he quickly calculated that it would take 3 trips to get everything to the warehouse.
The sound of his cheery whistling - a strange habit for a Vargr to have picked up - drifted through the commlink...
As the sound of the drives cycled down below the range of hearing, and the instrument displays locked into their green configurations, Zoe was free to take a moment to relax. The pilot chair was original equipment, despite the age of the ship. She'd insisted on it, reupholstering and patching it as needed to keep the stuffing inside. Every pilot had their superstition...their mental totem for what kept them alive long past the point probability would have spilled them into the vacuum. That was hers.
Low tech missiles. They'd been one decent munitions payment away from being an expanding cloud of dust.
With one hand Zoe caressed the chair's worn side in gratitude, then twisted it sideways and tapped her headset to open the communications channel.
"If you want to spring for a missile launcher, Spider, I'd be delighted. Or while you're at it, we could spring for a whole new turret on the dorsal hardpoint. You let me know when you've got the creds saved up."
The touch of her fingers on holographic virtual instruments caused the panels to go still and black. The cockpit annex of the bridge transformed from a riot of color and images into a dark little pit.
Still feeling a bit shaky, Zoe climbed out of the shallow indentation it all sat in, far forward on the bridge floor, and headed to the galley for a quick drink before going out to watch everyone else work.
(OOC - Translation is that she'll be the last one off the ship. I'll post what she brings with her as soon as I finalize her inventory.
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Low tech missiles. They'd been one decent munitions payment away from being an expanding cloud of dust.
With one hand Zoe caressed the chair's worn side in gratitude, then twisted it sideways and tapped her headset to open the communications channel.
"If you want to spring for a missile launcher, Spider, I'd be delighted. Or while you're at it, we could spring for a whole new turret on the dorsal hardpoint. You let me know when you've got the creds saved up."
The touch of her fingers on holographic virtual instruments caused the panels to go still and black. The cockpit annex of the bridge transformed from a riot of color and images into a dark little pit.
Still feeling a bit shaky, Zoe climbed out of the shallow indentation it all sat in, far forward on the bridge floor, and headed to the galley for a quick drink before going out to watch everyone else work.
(OOC - Translation is that she'll be the last one off the ship. I'll post what she brings with her as soon as I finalize her inventory.
)
Leif
Adventurer
Arrival at Centry -- The Travellers Disembark
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I'm kidding of course, but he does have enough drugs so that if you forget something he can instantly see to it that you no longer give a da**!
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Scotley
Hero
Spider has traded his ship suit for some more rugged surface gear. The boots still have the tag hanging from the laces and the one piece enviro-jumper is stretched taught over his long lean frame. He clearly doesn't get outside much. His voice sounding strangely tinny through the respirator mask, Spider responds. "New turret yeah, that'd be good. Really give the next batch of pirates what for huh? Guess it depends on what we make on this deal. I've been saving up for the holovid xl for my game console, but we're gonna clear some serious cred for saving this world aren't we?" He glances around, "Hey, wait a nanosec, this place doesn't look like they can afford to pay particularly well. Where are we again?"
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