Since the War, the galaxy has been a damn dangerous place. Corporate met Council in combat, and smashed the Thousand Systems in two. Now, the War is dead and done, and there was a ‘victory’. On the Frontier, no-one can tell the difference. There are a thousand different hells out there, each with their own nightmares. The economy is gone, and lawmen are scared to leave their beds. Like I said, a damn dangerous place.
But our home. The Nebula Bounty flies across the stars, hauling cargo and doing odd jobs. There’s as much danger in the stars as there is on the worlds; but we can make more money out here. Maybe enough to finally buy out of the game. We’ve got a good crew, four good men; each with their own reason for being out here. But we need a recruit. Got an empty set of quarters need filling. Anyone interested?
(The Ride of the Nebula Bounty is a SF campaign, run along similar lines to Firefly, taking place every other Sunday in London, England. And, as said, we’re looking for a recruit to fill an empty chair. If you’re interested, get in touch at Methuslah@tongue.fsnet.co.uk)
Richard Tongue
But our home. The Nebula Bounty flies across the stars, hauling cargo and doing odd jobs. There’s as much danger in the stars as there is on the worlds; but we can make more money out here. Maybe enough to finally buy out of the game. We’ve got a good crew, four good men; each with their own reason for being out here. But we need a recruit. Got an empty set of quarters need filling. Anyone interested?
(The Ride of the Nebula Bounty is a SF campaign, run along similar lines to Firefly, taking place every other Sunday in London, England. And, as said, we’re looking for a recruit to fill an empty chair. If you’re interested, get in touch at Methuslah@tongue.fsnet.co.uk)
Richard Tongue
