Star Bright

Late Night Rendezvous

31st March 2159: 12.35 am

“I hope we come out of this damn gully soon” said Jonas. “It’s getting narrower and I have absolutely no doubt there are vehicles behind us.”

“They have the hopper” said Paul. “That would make a good spotter.”

The gully was not much wider than a couple of WTVs now; fortunately there was evidence of old vehicle tracks, so presumably it didn’t end in a cul de sac. A jolt woke Doc. Orlov up as she dozed, and she got up to make some coffee.

Suddenly she turned her attention to the scanning console: near the end of his driving shift Jonas was almost too far gone to notice.

“Bad news” she said. “Two blips at extreme range behind us – maybe twenty klicks.”

“Crap” mumbled Jonas. “Gimme some of that coffee Doc.” He started to suck the hot liquid up through the beaker spout. He needed to concentrate on his driving: the walls were very close now.

A glare lit up ahead, only a few tens of metres distant. Momentarily he was blinded before the polarisation kicked in.

“Shit!” he yelled, slamming on the brakes.

“A vehicle showing dead ahead!” yelled Doc .Orlov. “It must have powered down!”

“Clever bastards!” muttered Paul.

“We can’t go back” said Jonas, “And that vehicle is blocking ahead.”. Katrina pointed at helmeted figures staring to appear over the lip of the gully, thirty feet above them.

“I think this is going to get rough.” said Jonas.

Paul started to suit up quickly to exit the vehicle. Doc. Orlov reminded him that he needed to put his helmet on.

“We should de-pressurise the vehicle” she added.

“Get out here, ladies. Time for another firefight!” Paul growled, staring at Spyder who had started to mumble something about minding the non functioning comms.

Marcus shrugged into his Combat Vacc and checked his pistol one more time. Before he put on his helmet he unwrapped a small blue green lozenge from it’s pink foil wrapper, put it in his mouth, and began chewing furiously.

“What’s that?” asked Spyder, “Some sort of combat drug? A pain killer? C’mon sawbones, share ’em if you got ’em…”

“Nothing so utilitarian, I’m afraid.” Marcus replied with a smile, “I found it at a shop in Tranquility. It’s an Earth delicacy called ‘gum’. It helps my ears equalise when I cross an air pressure gradient. Plus, this is a special type of gum.”

As Spyder looked on, the pilot blew a large blue green bubble out of his mouth, held the pressure in it for a moment, then used his front teeth to noisily pop the gum balloon, after which he sucked it back into his mouth.

“OhdeargodcanIhavesome?” Spyder laughed.

“Sure, just promise me one thing…” says Marcus, as he handed over a piece.

“What?”

“Don’t blow bubbles with your helmet on…”

Spyder nodded absently as he examined the gum, the wheels in his head spinning as he wondered if Venusians had ever blown a bubblegum bubble before…..

“Airlock can only take two at a time” said Jonas. “De-pressurising now.”

“Ok.” he said. “Someone could pop out of the roof hatch now as well.”

Comments

I will assume that there were 8 charges of sealant in the vehicle, of which you have used 2 to top up damaged vacc suits. MAacus has removed the sealant plugs and applied proper patches before pumping the stuff in. They ain’t pretty but they are functionally ok (you would puit them in for full repair at civilisation).

I don’t know who healed what. I’ll be generous and assume you all spent any unspent Fate point at end of last session (if you hadn#t already used it) to heal 2d6.

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What???? This isn’t the cavalry coming to save our asses?!

Splinter sniper rifle is going to come in handy again. Paul just needs to get ready to squeeze off some long range shots as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

(Paul used a Fate point at end of last session to heal all the way back up after getting medical assistance – rolled a 6.)

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What cavalry?

Nobody knows you are in trouble.

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Damn.

Jonas… Do you think it’s time to send a radio transmission to these guys letting them know that we have a critically unstable nuclear device on board?

Paul is suited up and getting into the airlock with his rifle in hand.

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Here’s my f’ing radio transmission:

“Luna base, Luna base, Mayday Mayday. This is Streen One. We’re under attack by a GM Screw. Mayday Mayday. Luna base, Luna base. Streen One is under attack by a GM Screw. Mayday Mayday. Doomed!”

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Marcus has his Anvil loaded up, and is ready to patch vacc suits (and people) up as needed…

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Spyder uses a Fate point, but only heals up 4. STR is at a crappy wounded 2, but DEX is a full 10 and END is back up to full at 9.

“I can stay here and run the Communications and also Reconnoiter. If need be I can drive this hunk o’ crap while keeping an eye on Killer over here.” Spyder looks at Mr. Streen.

Comms and Recon=1, Drive, Steward=0

I won’t be here October 11th. Please don’t kill me.

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Let me clarify. You are in a gully which can’t be driven out of up the sides, with another vehicle blocking the way forward. An hour behind you, also in the gulley, at least two other vehicles are approaching. You would have to reverse back and then drive towards them: back there its a few tens of metres wide. You detected two vehicles: there may be ten for all you really know.

Communications don’t work: you are being jammed. Your very short range suit comms work only, and no you can’t boost them to some sort of super efficacy.

Thirty foot up the sides number of miners are taking position. An WTV full so likely 6-10.

Mr. Streen is unarmed and likely has no intent of running out to meet a bunch of miners who want to kill him.

If Spyder simply means to cower in the vehicle that’s fine, but his reasons don’t wash given the facts.

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Paul is exiting the vehicle, taking up a stance to use the vehicle as cover, and firing at the bad guys on the ridge.

Comms to our team: “Get out here, ladies. Time for another firefight!”

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Marcus shrugs into his CombatVacc and checks his pistol one more time. Before he puts on his helmet he unwraps a small blue green lozenge from it’s pink foil wrapper, puts it in his mouth, and begins chewing furiously.

“What’s that?” Asks Spyder, “Some sort of combat drug? A pain killer? C’mon sawbones, share ’em if you got ’em…”

“Nothing so utilitarian, I’m afraid.” Marcus replies with a smile, “I found it at a shop in Tranquility. It’s an Earth delicacy called ‘gum’. It helps my ears equalise when I cross an air pressure gradient. Plus, this is a special type of gum.”

As Spyder looks on, the pilot blows a large blue green bubble out of his mouth, holds the pressure in it for a moment, then uses his front teeth to noisily pop the gum balloon, after which he sucks it back into his mouth.

“OhdeargodcanIhavesome?” Spyder laughs.

“Sure, just promise me one thing…” says Marcus, as he hands over a piece.

“What?”

“Don’t blow bubbles with your helmet on…”

Spyder nods absently as he examines the gum, the wheels in his head spinning as he wonders if Venusians have ever blown a bubblegum bubble before…

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