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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: 1831637" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The next 20 minutes passes by fairly quickly for the crew. Onboard the <em>Oser</em>, Swann and Vasilii arrange their finds and the captured "non"–pirates. Saro looks in his medical bag, finds an appropriate, short–term anesthesia, and injects Eric and Guderin with the anesthesia after reassuring the briefly panicked Guderin that the hypo just contains a sedative.</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">Once the fellows are out, Vasilii then goes to the bridge to send the limited vid–cam feeds to the <em>Fallow’s Knife</em>.</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">"<em>Bray Keaven</em>, <em>Fallow’s Knife</em>. Thank you for the vid–camera feeds. Our ship’s boat is away and will be docking with the <em>Oser</em>’s rear lock momentarily. The boarding party will let you know when they are on board."</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 looks at the portacomp a bit more trying to figure out what the antenna is. There is a peripherals list that lists "Transport Transponder Antenna." The entry indicates the manufacturer is DBU, IC, but that’s about it. Swann doesn’t recognize the name "DBU, IC."</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">Swann has a bad feeling about this, but doesn’t say anything at the moment.</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 thinks for a moment, then looks at Swann quizzically. "Hmm. Just a guess, but they might be inventory control transponders used in manufacturing."</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">He leans back for a moment, looking off into space. He lets out a sigh, seeming somewhat relieved about something, but then seems to have a change of mood as he apparently has another realization as he looks back down at the portacomp. "Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually kinda glad that it’s transponders that gave them away to this bunch. But if that little antenna can pick them up — I can only imagine there's tech–13 avionics on that cruiser and launch. I’m just hoping they're not picking up the transponders, too. I guess we’ll find out soon enough."</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">Vasilii tries to recall what he knows about Imperial warrants and remembers that they do exist. In fact, he is quite sure that, since an "Imperial warrant" could cover just about anything, Aidan could have a warrant that allows him to seize not only the boxes but also the <em>Bray Keaven</em>, its crew, draft the SNS <em>Fallow’s Knife</em> (with crew), and appoint Martha as Duchess of Sentry. On the other hand, the Imperial warrant could also just allow Aidan to walk naked through the public areas of Imperial starports without fear of official reprisal or censure.</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 shudders, then shakes his head as though trying to shake the thought out of it. "There’s a visual that’s gonna keep me awake all night," he mutters to himself.</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">Outside, Martha receives Kevon’s message along with an acknowledgement from the Fallow’s Knife that she is outside and cleared to continue repairs. So, she continues patching the hull underneath the bridge enough that the jump field integrity is maintained for at least one jump and an atmospheric re–entry.</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 long day is getting to her, though, and she doesn’t make as much progress as she’d like working by herself. It will take at least another 45 minutes for the patching job. She does start getting a little concerned that there is some small chance the patching job will cause some problems. She quickly runs a remote diagnostic of her patch job, taking the few minutes to rest and refocus as the computer completes its analysis.</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">Reviewing the data, she resumes her patching job, seeking to increase the <em>Bray Keaven</em>’s chances of successfully emerging from jumpspace both when and where they intended.</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">Up in his stateroom, Aidan continues innocently reading his Imperial Law Review.</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></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 returns to the bridge of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>, and he and Kevon monitor the <em>Fallow’s Knife’s</em> guard position, the departure of its ship’s boat, and the ship’s boat’s final approach to the <em>Oser</em>’s rear airlock.</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">"<em>Bray Keaven</em> and <em>Oser</em>, Lt. Darlow in the ship’s boat. We are now docking with the Oser. Please inform your crew that we are docking."</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">A few minutes later, "<em>Bray Keaven</em> and <em>Oser</em>. Lt. Darlow of the boarding party. We are now in the aft airlock. Please lay down all weapons. We will be leaving the airlock momentarily."</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 members of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>’s crew on board the <em>Oser</em> all place their weapons on the deck and take a step back away from them.</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></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">About 20 seconds later, the iris valve to the cargo hold opens, and a pair of Sentry Marines in combat armor and carrying gauss carbines at ready step into the scout/courier’s lounge. They sweep the area visually — noting weapons locations and the prisoners — and then take up guard positions to either side, with carbines pointed slightly to the side, but ready.</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></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 a moment, a man in a tailored naval vacc suit with second lieutenant bars steps through. He seems a bit old for a second lieutenant (in his early 30s), but he has an affable face. "I’m Lieutenant Darlow. So, what happened?" he asks as a medical corpsman steps through and immediately goes to Mark’s side (the injured and knocked out ringleader) to examine him.</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></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 uses his "official/professional' voice." "Sir, my name is Ian McConnell, Security Officer of the <em>Bray Keaven</em>. As you are aware, the <em>Oser</em> was transmitting a Signal GK, requesting assistance. We responded being the only ship in the area. Upon boarding, two crewmen were lying on the floor and one sitting in that chair," he nods at the lounge area. "All were covered with blankets, concealing weapons. The crewmember that welcomed us aboard proceeded to the bridge upon our entry. When our medic went to check the supposed injuries, the patients all drew weapons, and all hatches closed and locked. We quickly drew our weapons as well. A conversation ensued with the pirates making demands concerning the possession of our cargo. When the ships began firing upon each other, a firefight ensued here as well, which, luckily, ended in our favor."</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></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">Lt. Darlow requests a deposition from everyone and inquires as to exactly what each person did and his perspective of the events that transpired. He also wants identification cards, but understands that’ll have to wait until he continues his investigation onboard the <em>Bray Keaven</em>.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1831637, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]The next 20 minutes passes by fairly quickly for the crew. Onboard the [i]Oser[/i], Swann and Vasilii arrange their finds and the captured "non"–pirates. Saro looks in his medical bag, finds an appropriate, short–term anesthesia, and injects Eric and Guderin with the anesthesia after reassuring the briefly panicked Guderin that the hypo just contains a sedative. Once the fellows are out, Vasilii then goes to the bridge to send the limited vid–cam feeds to the [i]Fallow’s Knife[/i]. [center]-----[/center] "[i]Bray Keaven[/i], [i]Fallow’s Knife[/i]. Thank you for the vid–camera feeds. Our ship’s boat is away and will be docking with the [i]Oser[/i]’s rear lock momentarily. The boarding party will let you know when they are on board." [center]-----[/center] Swann looks at the portacomp a bit more trying to figure out what the antenna is. There is a peripherals list that lists "Transport Transponder Antenna." The entry indicates the manufacturer is DBU, IC, but that’s about it. Swann doesn’t recognize the name "DBU, IC." Swann has a bad feeling about this, but doesn’t say anything at the moment. Vasilii thinks for a moment, then looks at Swann quizzically. "Hmm. Just a guess, but they might be inventory control transponders used in manufacturing." He leans back for a moment, looking off into space. He lets out a sigh, seeming somewhat relieved about something, but then seems to have a change of mood as he apparently has another realization as he looks back down at the portacomp. "Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually kinda glad that it’s transponders that gave them away to this bunch. But if that little antenna can pick them up — I can only imagine there's tech–13 avionics on that cruiser and launch. I’m just hoping they're not picking up the transponders, too. I guess we’ll find out soon enough." [center]-----[/center] Vasilii tries to recall what he knows about Imperial warrants and remembers that they do exist. In fact, he is quite sure that, since an "Imperial warrant" could cover just about anything, Aidan could have a warrant that allows him to seize not only the boxes but also the [i]Bray Keaven[/i], its crew, draft the SNS [i]Fallow’s Knife[/i] (with crew), and appoint Martha as Duchess of Sentry. On the other hand, the Imperial warrant could also just allow Aidan to walk naked through the public areas of Imperial starports without fear of official reprisal or censure. Vasilii shudders, then shakes his head as though trying to shake the thought out of it. "There’s a visual that’s gonna keep me awake all night," he mutters to himself. [center]-----[/center] Outside, Martha receives Kevon’s message along with an acknowledgement from the Fallow’s Knife that she is outside and cleared to continue repairs. So, she continues patching the hull underneath the bridge enough that the jump field integrity is maintained for at least one jump and an atmospheric re–entry. The long day is getting to her, though, and she doesn’t make as much progress as she’d like working by herself. It will take at least another 45 minutes for the patching job. She does start getting a little concerned that there is some small chance the patching job will cause some problems. She quickly runs a remote diagnostic of her patch job, taking the few minutes to rest and refocus as the computer completes its analysis. Reviewing the data, she resumes her patching job, seeking to increase the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]’s chances of successfully emerging from jumpspace both when and where they intended. [center]-----[/center] Up in his stateroom, Aidan continues innocently reading his Imperial Law Review. [center]-----[/center] Vargas returns to the bridge of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i], and he and Kevon monitor the [i]Fallow’s Knife’s[/i] guard position, the departure of its ship’s boat, and the ship’s boat’s final approach to the [i]Oser[/i]’s rear airlock. [center]-----[/center] "[i]Bray Keaven[/i] and [i]Oser[/i], Lt. Darlow in the ship’s boat. We are now docking with the Oser. Please inform your crew that we are docking." [center]-----[/center] A few minutes later, "[i]Bray Keaven[/i] and [i]Oser[/i]. Lt. Darlow of the boarding party. We are now in the aft airlock. Please lay down all weapons. We will be leaving the airlock momentarily." The members of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]’s crew on board the [i]Oser[/i] all place their weapons on the deck and take a step back away from them. About 20 seconds later, the iris valve to the cargo hold opens, and a pair of Sentry Marines in combat armor and carrying gauss carbines at ready step into the scout/courier’s lounge. They sweep the area visually — noting weapons locations and the prisoners — and then take up guard positions to either side, with carbines pointed slightly to the side, but ready. After a moment, a man in a tailored naval vacc suit with second lieutenant bars steps through. He seems a bit old for a second lieutenant (in his early 30s), but he has an affable face. "I’m Lieutenant Darlow. So, what happened?" he asks as a medical corpsman steps through and immediately goes to Mark’s side (the injured and knocked out ringleader) to examine him. Ian uses his "official/professional' voice." "Sir, my name is Ian McConnell, Security Officer of the [i]Bray Keaven[/i]. As you are aware, the [i]Oser[/i] was transmitting a Signal GK, requesting assistance. We responded being the only ship in the area. Upon boarding, two crewmen were lying on the floor and one sitting in that chair," he nods at the lounge area. "All were covered with blankets, concealing weapons. The crewmember that welcomed us aboard proceeded to the bridge upon our entry. When our medic went to check the supposed injuries, the patients all drew weapons, and all hatches closed and locked. We quickly drew our weapons as well. A conversation ensued with the pirates making demands concerning the possession of our cargo. When the ships began firing upon each other, a firefight ensued here as well, which, luckily, ended in our favor." Lt. Darlow requests a deposition from everyone and inquires as to exactly what each person did and his perspective of the events that transpired. He also wants identification cards, but understands that’ll have to wait until he continues his investigation onboard the [i]Bray Keaven[/i].[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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