Year 1105
Characters:
- Hal Stryker - ex marines
- Hector Shackleton - ex scout
- Clyde Shelton - ex military intelligence
The
capital of the Mora subsector (AA99AC7F) of the Spinward Marches is
an unwelcoming place. Governed by the Guild Masters, visitors are
severly restricted in the work they can do, and trade is tyrictly
through the Merchant's Guild. Being 90% water, the majority of its
inhabitants live under the sea in vast underwater cities, a design
that escalated when industrial pollution tainted the atmosphere to
such an extent that existance on the surface was impossible without
filter masks.
It
was into this environment that three intrepid men mustered out of
their respective services. Sitting in the Gannymede bar, alone except
for each other after former collegues had toasted health and wished
well for the future, former marine Hal Stryker, ex-military
intelligence Clyde Shelton, and retired scout Hector Shackleton
turned to each other. None of them wished to remain on the planet,
especially Hal who was born there and knew only too well the
downsides of the place.
Some
trouble with local hooligans (or street skutters) in the bar was
quickly halted when Clyde Shelton shoved a glass that had been thrown
at him in the face of one that made the mistake of threatening him.
This drew the approval of a middle-aged scout commander, Bob Johnson.
A
very smartly turned out man, with an enthusiastic and infectuous
smile, Bob mentioned to come to his office the next day to hear
proposal that they may like to take up.
At
Bob's office the trio were offered a job of scouting data on some
dangerous systems which the Imperium scout data library had little
accurate data on. Amber worlds would pay 75,000cr, Red worlds and
Sword World systems 100,000cr, and Zhodani worlds 200,000cr. They
were also introduced to Kelly Rogers, an overweight man in his early
forties. A pleasant seeming chap with a very slight limp, he asked
that, as part of the job the crew transport three tons of computer
hardware to the Sunflower Corp on Grille. Seeing a chance to get off
Mora and make some money using Hector's Type-S Scout Courier,
Endurance, the group accepted.
Cargo
was loaded, vital equipment purchased and a course was plotted to
take the Endurance to Fornice (A354A87C)
and then on to Grille (E4103357).
A
quick search of the scout library brought up the news that the
atmosphere on Fornice, already thin, was starting to dissipate under
the influence of solar winds, the molten core having cooled and
solidifed causing the eradication of the magnetosphere. An extremely
densly populated world, the people of Fornice were all trying to
leave by whatever means necessary. Grille was revealed to be gthe
sort of world Fornice will become, with just a trace atmosphere, mere
thousands of inhabitants. As a way to make a little more money, the
group decided to offer passage to pople on Fonice to take them off
planet.
The
trip to Fornice was trouble-free, and the crew quickly disembarked
and uploaded an advert to the data stream offering passage off system
to
Maiz for
up to four passengers for the price of 25,000cr each. Retiring to the
Lithium Tavern to await customers, they were soon rewarded with the
approach of two strange figures, dressed in black, one tall with
greased back black hair who introduced himself as Bauchelain, and his
companion, shorter in stature with a black moustache and neatly cut,
short black hair, Kilavan. Something feeling emanating from both of
these made the three ex servicemen feel extremely uncomfortable.
Bauchelain seemed to be the spokesman, very polite but to the point.
The deal to take them was quickly struck, although Bauchelain asked
to see the ship first. Taken to the ship by Hal and Hector, Clyde
stayed back in the bar and spotted a shifty person following them.
This sneak hid whilst Bauchelain and Kilavan were shown the ship.
After
they had left the spy spoke to the mechanics working on the
Endurance. Clyde paid some money over to the mechanics, who said he
was asking about entrance hatches.
Strangely
there were no other respondents to the advert, and the time came to
leave. Whilst Hector was on the bridge making his checks, Hal and
Clyde were about to escort the passengers on board when the mechanics
from the day before pulled pistols and demanded the ship. A feel of
violence was in the air, until Bauchelain made a dismissive wave of
his hand and the three fell down, dead. Hal retrieved the pistols and
everybody got on board as the craft took off. Before the Endurance
could get out of the atmosphere a communications broadcast came
through from the police asking the ship to return to port for
questioning about the dead mechanics. In reply Hector shut dead the
comms and sped out into space. Just as they were pulling out of
orbit, two police cruisers came in pursuit. Fortunately these were
the older, smaller and slower Python class ships, the force being
overstretched by the sheer number of illegal transporting of people
off world.
With
the armed Pythons chasing, Hector quickly established the presence
of an asteroid field and made for that, flying evasively to avoid any
laser fire. Swooping behind an asteroid, the Endurance still had no
luck in losing the pursuit, and a close call with a similar maneuveur
on another asteroid forced the company to think of alternative plans.
The comms link was switched on and permission granted for poilce from
one of the Pythons to come on board, whilst the other flew back.
Four
of the police came aboard the Endurance, and Bauchelain came out to
deal with the problem. Sure enough, without any seeming action, four
police fell down dead. Hal then decided to sneak aboard the docked
Python and knocked then pilot unconscious, before transfering the
dead bodies onto the police ship.Extracating themselves from the
Python, Mr. Shackleton then made the jump to Grille.
A Brief Look at the Type S Scout Courier (courtesy of Freelance Traveller)
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| Docked in Orbital Starport |
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| Approaching a Starport |
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| Flying in space |
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| Flying in atmosphere |
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| The Bridge |





I love the picture of the bridge. I can really imagine what it would be like to sit in the pilot's seat and fly this baby.
ReplyDeleteLove that bridge shot, definitely riding shotgun in future. Hal will try and pick up some pilot and navigation skills from Hector if that's ok? I know there's no rules for it and it would likely take a loooong time.
ReplyDeleteThe bridge is rather cool.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure we can come up with something for learning new skills. It'll take a while to learn piloting skills, and a lot of down time I would imagine.