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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Everyone was Kung Fu fightin'


Char and Maximus burst into the scene ready for combat. Jal lies on the floor of the hall further down, and two Green hued mostly naked soldiers are straining against a web, and they seem to be succeeding in testing its limits. They see the two Imperial Special Forces; one in combat with Dapple, the other coming up from behind.

Maximus moves himself between Dapple and the soldier making the rear attack. He strikes out at the green with intentions of taking of his head, but the soldier easily dodges it and the follow up backhand. His foot moves with incredible speed to hit Maximus in the face not once but twice, causing blood to stream from the gladiator’s nose. He staggers back and the Imperial moves in for the kill, but Maximus is not so easily taken out. He manages a hard swipe across the arm, opening a deep gash across the bicep, causing the warrior to retreat slightly.

Dapple blocks a kick, turn and is blocked herself. They exchange a flurry of blows back and forth between them in similar martial arts style. “Old school. Heh!” the green murmurs and changes his attack method from foot to hand. Dapple blocks a fast jab to the stomach and follows up with a knee to the family jewels. (insert pithy comment about old school here from Dapple)The Green makes an audible sound of pain and rolls out of the way.

Char wastes no time and strikes against the one on Dapple. His blades strike true and deep, leaving a trail of blood from the imperial soldier as he twists and turn to get himself out of the position of struck between the two.

There is a shimmer of light and between the webbed zombie like dudes and the party, six beings appear. They appear to be short bipedal amphibians, similar to frogs (Bullywugs). They wear chain mail shirts, and have shields and swords. They look around bewildered for a second, then move as one towards the men in the web, leaping through the air with swords thrust forth.

Their swords strike true but they seem to do no damage. They bounce off their strange flesh and the charge if repelled as if they attacked a wall. One of the Bullywugs is grabbed by one of the men by the throw and thrown against the far wall. The froglike warrior hits with enough force to crumble the stone wall, leaving a streak of blood from where it stuck the wall, to the floor and remains very still.

Kilgrim moves in now to see the situation. He attacks with axes against the warrior fighting Maximus, strike once a hard blow with Blackaxe and giving the Green two targets with which to deal. His experienced eyes look to the wounded of his friends and companions, but judges them to not require his immediate help yet.

OOC: Green skinned dudes will be through the web next round. Maximus is lightly wounded. Dapple is still minor injuries. Jal is still asleep. Combat moves please from everyone, except Jal who can take his dream wherever he wants to. Both Imperial soldiers are wounded, Char/Dapple's is seriously wounded while Maximis/Kilgim is lightly.

Posted on 2007-05-13 at 21:23:00.
Edited on 2007-05-13 at 21:45:46 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: I remember when


I was about 4 and my father had to replace the "Sump Pump". It involved digging out part of the basement an then re-cementing it afterwards. My dad had myself and my sister Joanne put our handprints in the cement and write our name and age under them. I still remember doing that to this day.

Last I heard, the house is now a Vet's office and the handprints are still there (my sister still lives in the old town).

Posted on 2007-05-10 at 15:58:01.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: RL


Real life is beating the heck out of many of our players. Lysk is very busy right now and she asked me to do a post for her. I have been bogged down with my new job too. Robert is busy and Bromern is quite busy as well. Heck, let's face it, we are all quite busy.

I am determine to play this game though so a week of delays won't stop it. Post when you can and keep watching the thread. I won't quit unless I start losing players.

Al

Posted on 2007-05-09 at 15:14:08.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Memories, of the way we were


Kora finished up the wielding of the last plate together when the call came for food at the homestead.

“Roc, why don’t ya all come on down to the spread for a bite t’ eat. Step lightly folks, we don’t want t’ ruin Sam’s tomatoes.”

Kora smiled at the thought of food; her stomach growling in protest of the neglect it had been treated with so far. She entered the ship and removed her suit, pausing long enough to wipe the soot and dirt from her hands and then shoulder her Falcon Assault rifle and stuff a spare clip in her beltloop. She donned her ballistic vest and a jacket to run out and catch up with the rest of the crew.

Willow had her usual effect on menfolk, as Jim stopped what he was saying and stared at her in a rapturous awe. Sam finally cleared his throat and whacked him on the shoulder, ‘Jim? You’ll letting the space-bugs in.” he said pointing at his mouth.

“Huh? Oh!” Jim shook his head and laughed again, “I’m a sorry ma’am, but it has been a long while since me and Sam seen a woman, let alone two and a right purdy ones at that. Welcome to our home.”

There was something about Sam Hawkes that made Kora think she knew him from somewhere. She couldn’t quite place it, but he seemed very familiar.

As everyone sat down, Sam and Jim served the food with the glee of people happy to have guests.

Willow ate delicately, though the expression on her face as she took the first bite of fresh tomato was almost too indecent to watch. She realized a fair amount of the table was watching her and coloured prettily. “I didn’t moan out loud, did I?” she murmured, “I’ve not had garden vegetables in some time. Speaking of which, Sam, do tell me about your garden. What do you grow on this ice rock of yours?”

‘Well, I was a farmer long before I was a miner ma’am. When me and Jim got the idea for this and things started going good for us, I did spend a whack of dough to try and make this place seem as close to home as I could.” He sighed sadly, “Of course, home being what it was after the war, well this is about all I have left.”

…all I have left ….
…all I have left ….
…all I have left ….



Kora had been separated from her unit and needed to find her way back to base. She happened across a group of soldier clustered around a transport called Lucius Newberry. She hooked up with them because they were pulling out as soon as they loaded up the transport with crates. She offered to help for a lift to base. The commanding officer, one Colonel Maddoc was more than willing to take her on. There were lots of crates and they were all very heavy.

Sergeant Sam Hawkes and Lt. Kombes greeted her kindly. Sam joked with her about her call name but didn’t question her about what her unit was or her task there. They supervised the 20 men in the unit but also helped out. Those were heavy crates, really heavy and there were so many that the cargo bay was full by the time they finished.

Maddoc never raised a hand to help. He just watched them, along with this red-haired woman that was clinging to his side. Never did get a good look at the woman, but she was hanging tight to Maddoc like a second shirt.

Then the shelling began at a distance. The Alliance was moving towards their position. The men moved to the ship but the Colonel ordered them to hold their positions until he could inspect the hold.

Every instinct in Kora’s gut told her something was wrong, and it was confirmed when the cargo bay doors closed with a slam and Lucius Newberry lifted off into the sky, leaving all the men behind. Maddoc had betrayed them, but for what? Some red haired harlot and a bunch of crates?

Boxed in when the shelling hit, the unit began to take losses immediately. Kora and Sam scourged across the battlefield to find enough parts to make a transmitter. An aerial was needed though to boost the signal. Kombes found some spools of wired and led it behind him to hook it up to the tower where an alliance attack skiff had crashed. Use the hull as the aerial – great idea.
But there was one surviving member of the skiff crew who shot Kombes as he ran.

“He’s not gonna make it!” Sam shouted.

Kombes staggered and with his last strength, flung himself on the skiff, using his body and the blood to connect the hull to the wire.

“We have a signal, Wraith!” Sam cried.

Kora grabbed the makeshift handset, “Ghostriders, this is Shadow Wraith. Do you copy?”

Sam ducked as the shells crashed in. “I just want to get home. It’s all I have left.”

>…all I have left ….
…all I have left ….
…all I have left ….


Kora’s eyes seemed to be a mile away and her fork stopped moving. Then she winced as if in pain and jerked away from the table. “All I have left. All I have left! Ghostriders, this is Shadow Wraith! Come in for Gods’ Sake!” she cried out, falling back from her chair.

"Wraith?” Sam suddenly looked at Kora as if just seeing her for the first time, “Wraith is that you?”

Willow was there by Kora’s side in an instant. She had been witness to a few of the young mechanic’s traumatic flashbacks before. “She’s okay! Just give her a few moments. They usually come as fast as they go.” She said mostly to Jim and Sam. The rest of the crew knew about the past that haunted Kora.


OOC: this happens before the warning bell of the MC docking. Kora will have recovered enough to act by the time the other ship docked and the hatch is entered.

Posted on 2007-05-09 at 02:11:42.
Edited on 2007-05-09 at 02:12:26 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: yes


We are waiting on Blamm and Lysh. Specifically Kora becuase she has information vital to the plot and I can't move forward until she reveals it.

Posted on 2007-05-04 at 18:29:43.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Alas


Finally posted. So please post around brekkie and to the docking and prepping for fight.


Lysk - I would like your post as I gave you some stuff to add. Check your PM if you missed it.

Posted on 2007-04-30 at 01:54:11.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Brekkie and Bullets


The Meeting of Clans
Lullabelle Mine, Outside the Homestead, 11:30 am LMT

So, Jim, I don’t mean t’ be rude, but yer not plannin’ t’ pack nothin’ un-ice-like in what we’re packin’ out are you?”

“Well, now, Captain San,” Willow interjected demurely,” you didn’t start discussing business without me, now, did you?” She peeked sideways up at the Captain, peering from under the brim of his hat, before extending her hand and turning the full power of her smile onto the two miners.

“I’m Willow Takahara, gentlemen. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”

Willow had her usual effect on menfolk, as Jim stopped what her was saying and stared at her in a rapturous awe. Sam finally cleared his throat and whacked him on the shoulder, ‘Jim? You’ll letting the space-bugs in.” he said pointing at his mouth.

“Huh? Oh!” Jim shook his head and laughed again, “I’m a sorry ma’am, but it has been a long while since me and Sam seen a woman,let alone two and a right purdy ones at that. Welcome to our home.” He extended his hand to shake Willows and caught Wyatt’s looking at him for an answer. ’Un- ice? Oh. Oh! Sorry about that. My train plum left the station without my luggage. No sir, noting unexpected in the load, and you can come out and watch us load every box if you’d likes. If bailey or I want you to smuggle for us, we’ll tell you and sweeten the deal.”

OOC: Proceeding inside. You may post conversation to the point of the docking warning then arrange yourselves to meet guests.

The Decoy and the Dastard.
Maria Celestia, Main Cargo Bay, 11:50 am LMT

“ThanksforgivingmethisvestMr.Ludlowitisreallyneatand…”

“Yeah, yeah, slow down kid. Of course I’m going to give you my old vest. We partners right? Protect each other that’s what partners do.” Ernest patted Kenny on the back comradely like, “but I was thinking that the vest doesn’t protect the back too well. Now this varmit we are tracking, he’s a criminal and not adverse to shooting people in the back.”

“WellwhatshouldIdoMr.Ludlow?Icould…”

“Here,” Ernest smiled and offered the backpack that he was carrying in his hand. “Wear this. I filled it with scrap metal and plates and things. It will keep you safe.” The big man offered up the straps for Kenny to slip it on, then he turned the boy around and fastened the straps tightly, “Now don’t you be taking this off now. It will keep you safe boy.”

“YessirMr. Ludlowsor!I’llkeep..”

“Good. Good. Now remember, when we enter the place, they will know we are coming and they’ll think they got an advantage. So when we get through the airlock and the doors open, you got to be the point. You just run straight, and blast at the same time.” He reached into his pocket and showed Kenny an old photo of a soldier during the war. “But of you see this guy – stay away from him. Don’t shoot him or get near him, ya hear! I’ll take this guy out.”

“YessirMr. Ludlowsor!I’lldo..”

“Right. Now give me and your sis a few moments.” Ernest said, pointing to the hatchway doors to give Kenny a direction. Ernest adjusted his own vest and walked over to where Penny was standing with a rifle ad scope in hand. “You know how to use that thang?”

Penny smiled and held the rifle high, “I can crosshair a gopher at 40 yards and send its brainpan a scattering.”

“That’s good Honey. Glad you’re on my side then.” He showed her the picture, “This is our meal ticket, sugar. But his brainpan has to be intact.”

“Sure thang Honey.” she laughed, but then her face went serious like, “You’re not really taking Kenny out with you, are ya? You’re just trying to make him feel good but you ain’t gonna put him in a gunfight?”

‘Boy’s gotta learn a trade. I’ll do my best to keep him safe, sweetie. I gave him my old vest, and its always brought me home.”

“Yeah, but, Kenny ain’t all there, Ernest, Honey.”

“I know plenty of gunfighters that ain’t all there. Now no more about this. Let your bro make his own decision. Now get yourself ready baby. We be landing soon and I need to check my own gear” He kissed her had and passionately and then left her there to ponder her own thoughts.

Once in his room he pulled out his two marakovs, his long nose python, the Ac5 shotgun and his pride and joy – the modified gatling with grenade launcher. Then he pulled out spare clips, grenades and strapped on his plate vest. Then he took out his remote detonator and clicked it into the armed position. Then range was a mile, more than enough to set off the charges he put in the backpack. Mostly flash bang, concession and shrapnel – it was a dome atmo after all. Kenny was going to serve him very well. As for the other brothers, well, he was pretty sure that he’d have to kill the eldest, but the other two would serve him until they got planet side. Worse came to worse – he could fly this rig, or perhaps steal the other one that beat them to the rock. Fireflys were easy pigs to steal. But Ernest wasn’t big into planning ahead – ‘cause plans never worked out like he wanted. If he had to kill all except his man - he'd done it before and he'd do it again.

Posted on 2007-04-30 at 01:00:42.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Finally off my A$$


To Dapple, an unprotected back was like an unlocked door, an opportunity begging for exploitation. If done right, he’d be dead before he hit the ground but she had seen them move and she was raised around their kind. The slightest of change in the wind, or smallest of sound could alert them – even smells. They were trained from a young age to fight blind so an invisibility spell was only so good.

Then Jal moved past her, towards the other end of the hall. He wasn’t trained for stealth or hiding – he was used to his magic doing the work for him. If Dapple felt the movement in the air of the small mage passing then …

The one Green Dapple had in prefect position turned and pointed his crossbow directly into Dapple’s face. She arched her back fluidly to avoid the bolt as he fired his crossbow in the direction of the mage. The bolt struck something in midair, sticking in the air and the Green took a step away from the door to fire again. The other dove low and wide away from the door and back toward east wall.

Jal saw the Green turn to react to him. Somehow he knew Jal was there. The bolt struck, but it got caught in a snag of his clothing without actually hitting flesh. Realizing his time might be limited, he starts to cast his spell as fast as he can muster the incantation without mixing up the words.

The one who fired at Jal discarded the spent mini-crossbow with a flick of the wrist and moves the other towards the same placement guided by the bolt hanging in the air.

Dapple strikes with daggers to his back, one hand to his throat and draws blood. The green did not scream or yell but thrust his hands straight up through Dapple’s arms to break her hold, then retaliates with a blow to the head from a straight up back kick. The rogue admired the form but winced in pain as his boot connected. She appears before the imperials, giving a target to the one who moved away. He fires a bolt at Dapple and a bolt at Jal simultaneously. Dapple, still reeling from the kick takes the small barb in the thigh with just enough force to break skin. She looks down at it with disgust but feels no effect.

There is a sound of movement coming down the stairs. Heavy footfalls striking the steps like a tree falling. Two men reach the bottom of the stairs. Jal sees them and stares in wonder. They look human, like men, but their skin is a greenish colour, like the new bark on a sapling. In fact, the smell of tree sap permeates the air as they approach. They wear no clothing except a tied loin cloth, although each carries a long sword in their hand. They have dark green scars across their arms and legs, like their limbs had been … reattached in some unknown way. Their countenance is blank and un-reactive as they survey the scene before them. But what amazes Jal the most is he has seen both men before. In the operating room, the two spirits trapped in the floor – these were those men.

That when it hits Jal – right in the back. Like a bad bug bite, a bolt strikes him and he starts to feel strange. Desperately he finishes his last words of the spell. The mana pours though him as he struggles to stay conscious and spray the web on and about the green man-things coming down the stairs. As invisibility fades and the spell is spent, Jal hits the floor, face first.

Jal finds himself in a bar. Arien is there in a booth, drinking ale with his sister and a demonic looking woman. His old master is serving bar, cleaning a beer mug with a dirty rag and looking disgusted at the crowd. The two dead soldiers he just saw in the stairwell are there as well, dressed like workers and fixing a wooden beam support in the ceiling. Dwan Granitecrusher comes up to Jal dressed like a waiter, “Table for one?”

“Jal! Jal! Over here!” comes a voice from across the bar. Wynter is there sitting at a table for two, waving gleefully at you.

“Oh!” Says Dwan, “You are with her? You have kept the Lady waiting for a long time sir. That simply won’t do.”


OOC: Jal is down taking the proverbial 17 strength snooze, but he did manage to web the hall. Dapple has minor wounds. Maximus and Char can hear the fight starting and also heard the sound of the other men coming down stairs (Thwang, Tumble, Aaggh(male), Thunk, Argh(Dapple), Thwang, Thwang, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, Fwoosh(web), Thud(Jal hits floor).The door swings out for you, into the hall.

Sorry about the delay. Kilgim and Adrian now have the time to join the main fray if you are so inclined.


Posted on 2007-04-29 at 23:05:30.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Rough week


Things at work are getting hectic. Will delay my posting until next weekend. Sorry about that.

Posted on 2007-04-25 at 10:39:40.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Postponed landing


I fell asleep last night but I figured that I may be rushing you guys through the "meal" in order to get to the gunfight. So I won't move this forward until next ...

Veronica's birthday is next weekend....

I may be out of contact for a week and a bit then.

Posted on 2007-04-23 at 17:14:48.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: That's Okay


I was fully planning on posting last night but the Sandman snuck up, grabbed me and held me against my wishes to a pillow until I lost consciousness. hopehully I can get by him tonight.

Argh! I forgot to take anything out of the freezer for dinner!

Anyway - it is on my list!

Posted on 2007-04-23 at 17:03:35.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Breakfast is on.


“…I got me a right hungry crew,” the Cap was saying as the pilot ambled up, “an’ I’m sure they’d love some parcels of something other than protein paste for breakfast if’n you’re offering.”

“Di’ja say home cookin’?” Dash nodded enthusiastically; “Hell yeah, sign me up fer some o’ that, puhn yoh! Please tell me ya got eggs an’ sausage, Jim-bo!”

Jim laughs heartily, “Well we’s don’t have sausage Dash-man, but we does have a side of bacon we can’t be keeping for fear of going bad, and The eggs come to us mixed, so you’ll have to like scrambled.” Jim looks over at the far empty airlock again, “But please bring your crew in for a bite. We ain’t had company for awhile and Sam gets tired of my talkin’ to myself. Them in the other ship will be a spell and if things get nasty then we are best in numbers. Any your crew not the fighting type, we’s got a basement, safe and snug.”

Sam comes up to shake hands as well, “Bailey Sachet, he’s your contact on Regina, well he hides some of the farm goods insides those containers which keeps them frozen. That’s hows we got good vittles here. Part of the payment for the ice the miners need so bad. Once we take them out and thaw them though, they start going fast, even in the icebox, so we have a feast and you’re timing was right. Yeah, it’s illegal to haul livestock and fresh fixins between worlds, but at absolute zero there ain’t much fear of contamination. I’m sure you’s folk don’t mind partaking in a little under the law action.”

(Assuming Wyatt will call the crew to the house. Breakfast is already served and they have a lot of food, since they were being honest about cooking it up before it could go bad.)

Entering the homestead, the southern side doorway leads to an open concept main floor with you stepping into the living/recreation room. The place is remarkable clean and tidy for two men living alone. It will become apparent that Sam is the neat one that cleans up while Jim is the cook. The furniture is soft and comfortable, consisting of a long corduroy covered couch, L shaped that would fit five around a low coffee table. The table has a pile of magazines on it, some mechanical and a few girly types at the bottom. Sam will hasten to remove these if the lady folks come in. There is a hatchway to the basement in the floor near the centre of the west wall, and a stairways up to the second floor directly across against the east wall. The windows are all holographic with inside shutters.

On the other side of the main floor is the kitchen and dining room. The kitchen is on the right (east) and dining room on the left. They have a nice kitchen with an actual gas burning stove and a small refrigerator unit. The place smells of cooked bacon and coffee. The two prospectors bustle around to bring out food and coffee for everyone. There are scrambled eggs, a smoked side of bacon sliced into strips, toast, fruit compote, apple cider and coffee with milk and sugar. Sam will bring out sliced carrots, tomatoes and fried potatoes with onions.

If anyone needs to use the “facilities” it is upstairs. There are two bedrooms, one is neat and one is very messy. The bathroom contains a proper chemical toilet (turns poo into fertilizer) and (gasp) a shower stall with hot and cold water.

OOC: You will be gathering, socializing and eating for 35 minutes before the warning signs of Maria Celestia docking comes on. Feel free to post conversation or questions to jim and Sam, and I will backpost.

Posted on 2007-04-21 at 15:33:44.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: getting better all the time


I will do a short post tonight hopefully to get everyone to the homestead. So look in on the weekend if you want to post further, otherwise the MC lands on Sunday.

Posted on 2007-04-20 at 20:15:37.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: technically


i don't need anything from Admiral and raven at this point because unless I rolll a real bad series of ones for your side(it has happened before), the combat won't be near them in awhile.

Veronica has one more show tonight of her play and then the weekend will be here. I will catch up all my games.

Posted on 2007-04-19 at 20:43:39.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oliver


my Daughter's play is today and tomorrow so I don't think I will be posting anytime soon.

Posted on 2007-04-18 at 16:08:53.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Shop Smart, Shop S-Mart


yes...Right next to the ranger gig of two weapon fighting, tracking ability and the deodorant section.

Posted on 2007-04-18 at 00:51:50.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Continuing where we last left off.


In the game you have a half hour before the MC docks. Kora will only be finishing the wielding by then. Asher will be running down the causeway to caught up with Sam and Wyatt. Willow will be cleaning up and Trish will be baiting traps to catch a kitty. So the good captain has a point.

Paranoia is only good thinking when people are truly out to get you.

wheee... looking forward to my first gun battle...wheee

Posted on 2007-04-18 at 00:49:21.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: standard


You have the standard issue 30% resistance to sleep and charm that is part and parcel of the whole half-elven gig.

Posted on 2007-04-17 at 02:15:24.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: For those who want to post


The prospectors will come down to greet you, offering apologies for the mix up.

Jim Ryan is a very tall (6 feet) thin man, late 30's, blonde hair, brown eyes, no facial hair, dressed in denim overalls and a red flannel shirt - both stained with grease. He has an easy smile and twinkle in his eyes that makes him likeable, even attractive to the ladies (think Owen Wilson)

Sam Hawke is a shorter man (5'5") with black hair, brown eyes, moustache and beard. He also dresses in the flannel and overalls, but he is more mud covered than grease stained. He is a bit on the round side - but like a man who was in shape once but the easy life has created a spread around the waist. (think Richard Karn)

Posted on 2007-04-17 at 01:48:49.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Check your map


I did send a map around, didn't I?

You (Jal and Dapple) are in a corridor that runs east to west for 80 feet. You two are at the most eastern end, which is 30 east of the doorway where the guards are about to open and your friends lie in wait behind. The door to the operating room is 60 feet away from your position, 30 feet pass the greens. The stairs are at the west end of the corridor. According to the dungeon builders guild code, the corridor is 10 feet wide.

So to slip into the operating room, you'd have to walk quietly pass the two greens and down the corridor. Not saying it isn't possible, but looking to clarify.

Posted on 2007-04-17 at 01:36:44.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: wait


I have not yet scanned my map. I don't have a scanner at home anymore so I have to remember to bring it in to work.

If I didn't make it clear, you are in no danger from the MC. Even if it were to lose total containment, you are shielded with Roc and the Dome.

What is this Kentucky thing?

If the Captain wants to invite the rest of the crew to brekkie he can. Trish will not come though.




Posted on 2007-04-16 at 18:24:32.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 18:25:28 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: containment


For a ship to lose containment, means that the decks would become full of radiation from the fusion drive. That will lead to radiation illness or burnes and death. However this ship is not leaking badly so Rocinante and Lullabelle are in no danger.

Now to fix that, the MC will have to dock, shut down all systems and repair it by literally taking the engine apart and reconstructing the mechanism that holds the fusion engine.

They are venting hydrogen fuel right now but just a little so they have enough time to get to the dock, but they would be crazy to fly off immediately. If Roc was hurt like that you'd keep her in the bay for at least a couple of days.

Reavers often run ships without containment. Their ships have enough radiation to kill a man. Reavers seem to build up a tolerance for it.

One other thing - I forgot to cut and paste a part of the conversation on that last post. It is there now.



Posted on 2007-04-16 at 10:18:35.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 10:19:21 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: getting interesting


When a row and a ruction soon began.
Lullabelle Mine, Main Entrance on Docking Coupler #2, 10:50 am LMT

"…Griffith an' Royale. We were told that the Lullabelle Mine had some ice that needed transport to Regina. Who's throwing lead our way, so that I might address them that be proper…"

"I'll address 'em proper," Dash smirked, still only loud enough for Wyatt's ears to catch, "lobbin' lead in my direction over some ruttin' t'matoes…Chwee ni duh… Sumbitch."

"…After all, it ain't considered polite to keep hollerin' less you know who yer hollerin' at."
Silence reigned on the scene of this standoff for awhile. Wyatt and Sam imagined that those in the homestead were conferring with each other and that was better than shooting at each other.

"I'm Jim Ryan and the man with a fierce love for tomatoes is Sam Hawkes. We be the owners of this claim and we ain't givin' to let it go without a fight. Now we's never heard of you or your other friend out there and we were expecting a different group of company. So I am a mighty heap of sorry if we are a bit ornery, but we've had jumpers before so we'd be cautious folk."

(assuming some reiteration of the fact Grif sent you)

Sam Hawkes yells out, "Why didn' the other captain send a wave or somethin'! How we'd know that you are who you say who you be?"

Dash arched a brow a flicked a glance in Wyatt's direction; "What inna hell d'they want; a gorram pedigree?" The longer he stood in this one spot, the more anxious he got. He knew he should let the Cap handle negotiations but, the way he figured it, there was a Griffin full o' se duhng that was likely itchin' to have words once they'd set their boat to rights and caught up, plus there was money to be made and if it wasn't made right quick, Sam had the feeling that he'd be washing dinner dishes for a long time to pay off that bottle of rum he'd snaked a couple of days earlier... diplomacy be damned. "If we was here ta jump yer claim, puhn yoh, I reckon we'd've shot back! Ain't hard ta figger as yer perched up there in 'hind that winda, an' i don' reckon it'd be none too hard ta put a slug in yer eye from where I'm standin'!

We's jus' here, pickin' up a job fer a friend as got 'is boat humped. We doin' business 'ere ain't we?"

Wyatt momentarily closed his eyes at Dash's rash answer. It was still salvageable though. Most men were tough and a little dirt in a wound wouldn't put them out.

"Ol' Griff was in a bit of a bind. Like my partner here said; his boat got humped pretty bad an' we jus' happened on the same port.

"Look, I can't conjure up why them other folk have put burn to dock at the Lullaby, but I know why we're here an' it sure as hell ain't to jump nothin'. The other ship showed no courtesy comin' in so I can't imagine they're up to anything good. Why don't we meet face to face an' you can see what we're about? I don't fancy the idea of us standin' here in the open when they come through that hatch. What's more is you got wares t' see to, and time is a precious commodity."

Jim couldn’t help himself but laugh. “The man has a point Sam!”

Sam didn’t answer immediately. The flashing light on the console of the cortex terminal had caught this eye. He moved over slowly, eyes still on the doorway and a glance at his tomatoes. He pressed the button.

“You…have…one…wave.” The unreal feminine voice chimed.

“Son of a …” Hawkes typed in his access code and hit enter. It was Bailey and encrypted vocal only as usual. He ran the wave through the speakers.

“Jim, Sam, this be Bailey Sachet. Just got word from the ship that was supposed to be heading your way. He ran into a mess of trouble so he sent another to come get the ice. Name is…. (background noise of paper rustling) Wyatt. Captain Wyatt Sung and … how the heck is that pronounced? Ross in naan tea. R O C I N A N T E. Well, whatever, just give them your best and get them on the way fast like, boys. We got a powerful need for that there ice. Oh … better tell them about the blockade as well. The Consortium is playing it hard so they’ll need to be extra careful.”

“Jim!” Hawkes yells out loud enough for Wyatt and Sam to hear, “They be good. Bailey sent a wave.”

“What? Why am I shooting at people if we got a wave?”

“I didn’t notice! I was eating breakfast and you put your coffee mug down in front of the cortex panel.”

Jim shook his head, “Did Bailey say anything about another ship?”

“No. Only this one.”

“What’s it doing?”

“Nothing. It’s adrift on the black”

Jim shouted through the window. “Well come on up gentlemen. You motives may be pure but I ain’t too sure about that other ship. We can offer you some nice home cooked breakfast and coffee as a way to make amends for our unneighbourly-like stance.”

Jim returned to the main floor but keep the rifle in his hand. ‘Sam! Keep an eye peeled on that monitor. If that ship approaches, I want to know about it.”


The Troubles with Denny

Maria Celestia, Drift in the Black 11:00 am LMT
Denny Fulton tiptoed down the three way corridor junction and leaned in to listen. Sure enough there was still a racket of bouncing and breathing coming from Penny’s bunk so he took his opportunity to head the other way to the cockpit and his eldest brother.

“Lenny! We needs to talk.” Denny said, looking over his shoulder like Ernest would appear in an instance.

Lenny looked up from the console he was re-wiring, “What is it Denny?”

“We got a problem.”

“Tells me somethin’ I don’ts know.”

“No Lenny.” Denny re-emphasized, “We got a real problem.”

“What?”

“We are losing containment.”

“WHAT! WHAT DO..”

Denny covered his brother’s mouth to stop him from yelling, “It is small now, and venting outwards. No need to panic. But we can’ts fix it here. I need to be docked to shut down the whosit and the doohickey and I need gadgets and gizmos I plum don’t have on board. We need to be right neighbourly with those boys on the comet there.”

“Oh! Is that all!” Lenny pushed Denny’s hand away, “Mr. Ludlow ain’t the neighbourly type.”

“Well I can gets us to the mine, but we ain’st going anywhere fast after that. Mr. Ludlow be damned.”

“Damned will be us Denny!” Lenny started to pale frightfully, “I think that Mr. Ludlow plans to take this gentleman he’s seeking by force and I don’t think he’ll care about how many are dead in the process. On top of that, I am powerfully afraid that Kenny and Penny are goin’ to be part of the process.”

“What if we call them?’

“No. Communications are on the fritz. Like we’s being jammed.”

“This is bad, Lenny.”

“It sure is. Well, let’s get ourselves moving then before he starts asking. We play it coy Denny. Watch for an opportunity and hope for the best when the chips start to fall.”

“Lenny?”

“Yeah, Denny?”

“What if we’re the chips?”

Kora and Plates

Lullabelle Mine, Main Entrance on Docking Coupler #2, 11:10 am LMT

Kora moved the plate into position and slowly dropped in into the slot. The armour piece fell right in and she immediately began to seal it. If this was planet side, it would be hard work but the lack of gravity and coldness of space helped her. This was the easy part, after this she’d drag the old plate inside where there was atmo to use the cutter and wielder.

Peaceful as hard work was, Kora started to get that feeling. It was an in the gut type of feeling but she learned to respect it over time. She looked up and around. She could see the Griffin class was approaching. It was coming fast as it would have to to match the comet speed but that wasn’t what concerned her. There was something wrong with the ship. The way it moved, or the way it tilted – there was something off about it. As Kora finished the sealing she continued to watch the ship approach, trying to get a look at what was bothering her about it.

Then it hit her. They are venting. They have a containment breach

OOC: Trish is helping Kora and keeping an eye on her while she is topside. Asher and Willow will be done by 11:20 LMT, giving Asher enough time to get his gear and get outside before the Maria Celestia docks (ETA 11:30). I will await everyone’s action up to that point, but you can post actions up to the MC docking.

Posted on 2007-04-15 at 23:01:57.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 10:10:17 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: This weekend


I had a hectic week and haven't had a chance to send some stuff to Bro and Eol. I wil get on that and hopefully update by Sunday or Monday.

Posted on 2007-04-14 at 10:56:17.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Delay


Due to the downtime of the inn and a hectic week, I won't be posting any actions this weekend. If everyone can get a post in by Wed, I will move forward, but if not then next weekend for sure.

Posted on 2007-04-14 at 10:53:56.

 
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