Leif's DISCONTINUED GURPS Traveller Game -- IC01

[Leif]

Centry -- Bidness is a-fixin' ta pick up!

"Wait a second, this planet is having a major health emergency, and there's no pharmaceutical brokers here? No doctors or hospitals buying? How is that possible?" Zoe demanded of the INFORMATION person, after consulting the bulletin board. "Don't you WANT medicine? There must be SOMEONE distributing supplies. Is it this 'McFrugal' thing?"

The lady puts forth her best forced smile and says, "I'm just a StarPort attendant. I don't know anything about medical matters, and I'm not aware of this health emergency. If you're concerned an wish to book passage away from Centry, then I can help you. Otherwise...."

Just then, the flustered attendant's supervisor overhears what's going on and intervenes: "Excuse me, I'll handle this, Velmar," and then to Zoe she says, "We'll need to put you in touch with Centry General Hospital to get the ball rolling. Step right this way please." She leads Zoe into her office and makes some calls. "Ok, it's all handled. Let's get back to your ship, and I'll take care of getting everything unloaded and trucked over to the hospital. You and your shipmates can ride over there with the delivery and take it from there. Will that be satisfactory? I apologize for my 'new girl' back there. We really do want to make your time on Centry memorable and pleasant. Heaven knows we don't get too many visitors here!"

 

[Leif]

Centry

Zoe and the StarPort's Assistant Director [or so her name badge claims] walk from the AD's office back to the landing zone, passing by Doc Hannigan on the phone [guess he may have been calling a liquor store?] and adding him to their procession on the way. Spider sees this group and falls in with them, too. When they reach the Zax, Gruffle is riding in a large "fork-lift-type" vehicle with a sweaty solomani, and they are preparing to unload the cargo. Spider rushes to help them get the cargo hatch open, and the cargo of pharmaceuticals transferred to a truck that is pulled over to receive it. The Zax is moved to one side of the landing area and secured, and all of the Travellers are invited to ride in the truck to Centry General Hospital.

[OOC: any more StarPort business, or are we ready to advance?]

 

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Hee...I think that covers it for me at least. Er, I hope I didn't upset you, Leif, with Zoe's little outburst. She was just being exasperated IC. )

 

[Leif]

On the road to Centry General Hospital

The truck driver politely rebuffs Gruffle's attempt to "help," but let's him ride shotgun and watch as he deftly manipulates the trucks 16-gear transmission. The others are comfortably ensconced in the roomy back seat, and the drive to Centry General takes about a half hour. When you arrive, the driver pulls up to the front of the hospital to let you out, saying that he'll drive around back to the loading dock to off-load the cargo.

 

[Scotley]

Spider

As they arrive at the front of the hospital, Spider leans over the seat and whispers to Gruffle, "Somebody should stay with the cargo, you wanna do it or should I?"

 

[Insight]

Since the Starport, Doc has been huddled with his strange Personal Computer, jacked into it with a plug coming from the base of his skull. Every once in a while, Doc grunts or hums some tuneless melody.

When the group arrives at the hospital, Doc looks up and unplugs himself from the computer. "That should just about do it. Fellas, we're about to make some cash."

OOC: Doc has been developing some formulae for both topical and analgesic introduction of the medicine. When he gets the chance, Doc will file for patents for these formulae. I'll make some checks to represent what he's doing.

"Of course, I'll need some test subjects. I assume this hospital can provide some."

 

[grufflehead]

As they arrive at the front of the hospital, Spider leans over the seat and whispers to Gruffle, "Somebody should stay with the cargo, you wanna do it or should I?"

'I'll do it' says Gruffle cheerfully. 'Maybe they'll let me help unload the crates, or even', he lowers his voice so only Spider can hear him, 'let me drive one of the trucks'. His ears prick up at this exciting (to him) prospect.

 

[Leif]

'Maybe they'll let me help unload the crates, or even', he lowers his voice so only Spider can hear him, 'let me drive one of the trucks'. His ears prick up at this exciting (to him) prospect.

When he arrives at the loading dock in the rear of the hospital, the hulking, but lazy, workers are only too happy to allow the energetic Vargr do the lion's (Vargr's?) share of the lifting and toting. [OOC: I wonder if he will even notice?]

OOC: I'll make some checks to represent what he's doing.

OOC: That's a critical success on elec. op. I'll leave it to you to describe the awesome result. Just don't get carried away or anything.

 

[Insight]

OOC: That's a critical success on elec. op. I'll leave it to you to describe the awesome result. Just don't get carried away or anything.

When the group arrives at Centry General Hospital, Doc Hannigan unplugs himself from his personal computer and gets out of the vehicle. He'd saved hours of seemingly mindless modeling and computer based experimentations by running several simultaneously, taxing his poor little computer to its limits. The upgrades Doc had purchased recently, however, turned out to be critical to his success now. Doc smiled.

"This is going to be an incredible time, fellas. Incredibly exciting for me and incredibly boring for you. But rest assured, we're going to strike it rich here. I've got some ideas that are gonna knock their... socks... off? Do they wear socks? Anyway, I've got to see the administrator at once and make some calls off-world. Meet me in the bar for drinks in a few hours."

OOC: I guess for the critical success, Doc gets further ahead on his testing and has some formulae ready to be produced and tested sooner rather than later.

 

[Leif]

At Centry General

The Travellers enter Centry General, and doc makes his way to the main lab. The rest of you, knowing how funny doctors are about that sort of thing, elect to remain in the waiting area, confident that if he needs you for anything, or you need him, he's just a com blip away. In the waiting area, you are drawn to a current copy of the newspaper. A story on the back page catches your eye, because it tells about an alarming number of ranchers with "sick" Trotherias. It seems that outbreaks have been reported in some very widely scattered areas that should have virtually no contact with each other under normal circumstances. The reporter who wrote the story seems quite perplexed by this, as every veterinarian that he has spoken to has informed him that, "Son, that just ain't the way an epidemic operates. There's somethin' else goin' on here. Somethin' fishy."

After a few moments, Gruffle saunters in, looking entirely too pleased with himself for having just unloaded virtually all of the cargo singlehandedly. [singlepawedly?]