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


i still need to do up a map for you. Problem is I suck at topographic maps. Another thing is I need to do a couple of silver screen moments but time is not on my side.

Posted on 2013-10-08 at 17:43:11.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: I know


Sorry, but it is not easy to snag time to write everything I need to. That and I have to draw a map[ for Rocinante.

Posted on 2013-10-08 at 17:41:02.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: as to cutting


the metal is not particularly thick but it would be a complex roll with a difficulty based on what you are doing

Posted on 2013-10-04 at 19:21:34.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry Al


Thought I had answered. Yes you would know and be able to scourge up materials for making a claymore/particle bomb.

Originally you were a passenger in the mule as Asher need it to drive around taking pictures. Ash has suggested it makes more sense top go with Tess in the shuttle to avoid multiple trips.


Posted on 2013-10-04 at 19:19:05.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: lot o stuff


Do Ma need the mule to haul the soup to the cave?
A lot of trips for one mule.


Indeed it is. But you are all operating on little sleep or food in the past 24 hours so mistakes are gonna happen.


If Tess was flying the shuttle to the processor to lift the turbine Wyatt and Wolf could ride with her while Ash and Jessie take the mule. They could haul Ma and her stuff to the caves and then head off to plant the bombs and then back to the processor and Roc.

That is a much better plan. I would suggest it for I were Ash. As well that sets up a funny scene of the bodyguards getting the stuff down the stairs only to be told to take it back up.

I don't remember seeing it, are Willow and Ma staying on Roc? Wasn't Sifu going to the caves? They could ride to the caves or at least Sifu to take the soup and stuff.

Willow is finished the operation and then must coordinate with someone for info but everyone but her and Ma has said they are leaving the ship. Again, the crew is tired so I figure these mistakes will happen. Sifu is leaving with Lord Hood and the passengers for the mile trek over to the caves on foot. I don't think they will be carrying soup.

I guess I need to go back and reread the posts, I'd guess someone coordinated the trek to the cave and loaded folks with supplies to carry. I could guess that Lord Hood with help and direction from Ma and Sifu would have done that.

Lord Hood has only a rough idea of where he is going as does Sifu. They are hoping the caves will be very evident when they arrive. However Sifu has a comm and I will have Tess send him directions and what to look for.

I know I can get too detailed, but things need to flow and make sense. Plus I tend to forget sometimes what was already posted.

Better to be asking for details than to assume and walk off a cliff. I will try to get a map for you soon. But yes you do need to be super coordinated and organized right now because you have blood thirsty killers heading your way who will stop at nothing to get the case that Wyatt just handed Asher.

Use PM, use the Q&A, drop me an email. Whatever it takes.

Posted on 2013-10-03 at 14:00:50.
Edited on 2013-10-03 at 14:02:05 by Alacrity

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


and a wonderful post too. Thank you.

Posted on 2013-10-02 at 17:24:46.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: posted


The second of three parts of background and transition to new adventure.

Posted on 2013-10-02 at 17:23:31.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: The package and the courier


At first, Grace worked alone on Destiny, rather enjoying the fact that the verse thought she was dead. The only person she trusted with the knowledge was Tess who was like a sister to Grace. She had found work on a Firefly named Rocinante and Grace had done enough research into the crew to know that her sister was in good hands. Sent her some care packages of goodies she found in the shipyard junk of Beylix as well, couldn’t hurt to help them out.

Grace was actually relaxing in the cargo bay of Destiny, reading a book and drinking one her very few caffeinated sodas, when three people approach the loading ramp of Destiny, a young woman with a clipboard and two men carrying a trunk stacked with a couple of boxes on top. All three were dressed in workman’s coveralls and ballcaps bearing the logo of a courier company.

The woman moved with great energy and greeted Grace with a wide smile. Grace’s response was to give all three a cold and suspicious look. Very few people knew Grace was even alive, let alone on this planet, who would be sending her anything? Knowing they wouldn’t leave until she had signed for the package, she got up with an annoyed huff and gave the woman a nod of acknowledgement.

“Hello.” greeted Grace

“Ni hao! How are you today? Are you Grace Lin? Package here from a…..” she peered at the clipboard,” Matthew Tain.”

Grace’s demeanor immediately changed. Surprise lit up her face before she practically snatched the clipboard from the unimportant (or at least in Grace’s mind) woman. She started flipping through all the papers, looking for a return address or some clue where the package had come from, (she knew that Matthew was far too careful for that but even the best could slip up). She barely even noticed the woman’s voice.

“You must need this stuff bad – same day service cost Mr. Tain a pretty penny,” the woman spoke cheerfully as she efficiently pointed Grace to several places on the form to sign and initial, while simultaneously directing the men to set their burden down up against the hull where it wouldn’t be in the way. Grace didn’t find any hint or clue among the papers, much like she expected. With a disappointed sigh, she gave back the clipboard.

When Grace handed back the signed form and clipboard, the woman carefully verified that all the indicated spots has been signed before handing the clipboard over to one of the men. “That’s great, boys, have a great day….oh, and for your trouble…” and she handed them each a credit note, along with the cap from her head.

As the men left, the woman walked over to the trunk, moved the boxes aside and sat down with an air of patient waiting.

Grace was so lost in her thoughts she had not even noticed the woman’s presence. How did Matthew know where she was? Why would he have sent her a package? What was this package? Usually he sent coded messages to her, never packages… Questions still bouncing in her head, Grace started to head back to her engines, picking up her book and chugging down her soda in two gulps. That when she heard the woman start to get up and follow her. With a touch of annoyance, Grace said

“Why are you still here? You already delivered your package. Now you better go run back before you lose your job|”

“Oh! I’m sorry – it probably wasn’t clear on the manifest. I’m one of the packages.” the woman replied. Grace stared at the woman, than at the boxes then back at the woman again.

“Pardon?” asked Grace

“I’m one of the packages.” the woman repeated

“I didn’t mean repeat what you… you know what? Can I see that clipboard again?” asked Grace

Here, this’ll explain ya,” the woman replied, rummaging into the battered messenger bag slung across her body and pulling a tiny data disk from a nearly invisible tear in the bag’s lining.

Grace took the disk before racing to where her room was (her speed was mostly in a vague hope that the strange couldn’t follow her or at least, put distance between the two so Grace could read the file without the woman reading over her shoulder.) Once she had located her cortex box, Grace put the disc in and began to read the contents after two or three virus scans.


Grace,

Please forgive me for doing this, but I needed to send Angela to someone I trust. The rumours that were going around about dollhouses? Playthings for government hacks and people they wanted to influence or get intel on? It’s worse than anyone ever imagined. The dolls are people trained in covert ops, combat, whatever was needed and given false backgrounds imprinted into their memories so that they could infiltrate any organization. Looks like some were even trained assassins. Something was wrong with them, though – all the imprinting and wiping the memories afterwards caused the dolls to lose their memories as soon as they fall asleep – making a deep cover impossible.

It wasn’t the Companions Guild making noise that shut them down – a couple of failed missions were covered up, and the Alliance decided to pull the plug. Permanently.

Angela’s the only one we were able to rescue before the building collapsed, and I need you to keep her safe, and keep her hidden. We think her escape hasn’t been noticed and we need to keep it that way until we are ready to blow this wide open.

We weren’t able to hack the records in the dollhouse, so what I’m sharing is what we’ve figured out since getting her out. She has no personal memories at all – not even her name so I’ve been calling her Angela Ryan – my parents’ names, ha!). She can read and write and do most things for herself, but if you ask her how she learned, or who taught her, you’ll just get a blank look.

She knows a whole lot about weapons, and she’s stronger and faster than she looks – broke a guy’s arm when he startled her while she was waking up. That’s when we gave her a notebook to write stuff down – and she reads it as soon as she wakes because until that point, it’s all a clean slate. She’s sweet, and will do whatever she’s asked to, which can be it’s own problem. If she’s been told to do something, she’ll keep trying until you tell her to stop or it gets done. When she asks, what can I do for you today, be very careful what you ask for!

We’ve found some commands that seem to have been permanently imprinted – so learn these and use carefully:

“Your big assignment is” – this is a compelling phrase – she HAS to do what you then tell her to do

“Class has begun” - if you need her to remember a complex set of instructions or teach her something she doesn’t already know

“School’s out” – this will stop her dead in her tracks and put her to sleep. She’ll drop, so use with caution.

I know this is a big favour, but it’s getting too hard to keep moving her when she needs that time to wake up and get herself sorted. Let her get to know you, and she could be a help to you and your ship – we are still finding out new things she knows (without knowing she knows them, if you get me). I’m also sending some equipment for her, and some goodies for the ship as a thank you.


Grace re-read the message several time and then swore for awhile like a space trucker. She couldn’t deal with this herself. Not something of this magnitude.

It was time to call the Captain.

A Private Villa on one of Core Planets...

Stephanie must have had secret funds or there were still plenty of folks that owed her their life and were only too glad to help out when she called. Not long after they had been picked up adrift in space they were relaxing in a private Villa. The staff all seemed to know her or was at least instructed to treat her as the Lady of House. They always addressed her first with a respectful “Doctor Stephanie”, Jon would get a polite smile and a “Sir”. The time seemed pass too slowly; Jon kept replaying the events of final days of Destiny and a darkness would fill him.

Stephanie would do her best to ease his pain and their relationship grew deeper. After a couple weeks she slipped into his room. Without saying a word she dimmed the lights and slid out her silk kimono. With the skill of a surgeon she nestled up against Jon, her soft skin pressing warmly on his firm muscular torso. Reaching up she slow pulled his face to her and kissed him warm long and wetly. Their breathing started into a peaceful rhythm as hands and lips moved to explore the others body. They both could feel their bond strengthen and enjoyed the intimacy that could make the memories of the past blur at least for a while. The evening would repeat itself over the next few months, but neither would say the “words”.

One evening a private courier brought a communiqué. The courier stood in the Foyer, the Major Domo had sent for Jon, “There is a messenger here and insists on delivering his communiqué in person.”

Jon approached the uniformed messenger, “I’m Jon Brown, how can I help you?” The man took out a receipt pad, “Sir, may I see some form of identification please?” Puzzled, Jon reached into his pocket and found the pilots license he still carried. The courier swiped to card through his reader and when it chimed and showed a green light he passed the card back to Jon. From his attaché he took an envelope and handed it Jon, pausing brief with his hand out as Jon took the envelope. Jon stared at the return name on the paper; he could feel himself go pale. The Courier cleared his throat and Jon look up. ‘Oh.. yes…sorry” , he stammered as he smiled and then absently handed the man a ten credit note. “Thank you, Sir” breathed the courier and he hurried away.

It was addressed to Captain Jonathan Brown, Commander of the Destiny.

The return was “Grace Lin, Senior Engineer, Private Freighter Destiny.”

Tearing open the envelope he found a formal printer invitation.

You are cordially Invited to the Beylix Space Recycling Port for the “Second” christening of the Whitefire Class Space Freighter “Destiny”.

Grace Li

P.S., Get your bottom here as quick as you can, the Lady in the mist misses you.


Clutching the invitation Jon ran out into gardens where Stephanie was tending her roses.

“Steph….. Pack quick…Grace saved Destiny…we gotta go to Beylix Recycling port."

Stephanie looked up from her flowers, she could see the life return to Jon’s eyes and she realized that she had want to put that glow there. A graceful smile crossed her face and she knew she couldn’t let him out of her life. Destiny was a love she would never replace. Better to have part of him than none of him.

Stephanie pulled a few more strings and in few days they were standing in the Beylix Space Recycling Port, the elegant lines of the exotic looking boats glistened the light.

Grace stood at the top of the gangway as Jon step forward, ”Permission to come aboard?”


Posted on 2013-10-02 at 17:21:48.

Topic: Are you Ready for some Football 2013
Subject: monkey


I should join in with my complete lack of knowledge and pick at random to see if I do better than you guys.


Football - better if played on ice.

Posted on 2013-10-01 at 19:59:45.

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


And where would you hide an engine part in that slinky dress?


Note I did not address Jessie's action as I need to see what Wyatt does to Matherson. You may need to break up fight, ID the body or get help.



Posted on 2013-10-01 at 19:55:43.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Part two. Things get more complicated, and easier too


LV-426, Atmo Processor, Upper floor, 9:00 am PT

Quickly John flipped on the Comm and stated to everyone, "So I've found a suitable turbine. It's gonna take two, possibly three men to remove it and bring it down; so I need you, Wolf, and possible Asher to get back up here as soon as possible. Also, Captain Wyatt, I have some information I'd like to share with you and the rest of the crew that I feel is too sensitive to tell over the comms in case that we are being listened to. So whenever it's possible, I'd like to talk to you face to face."

Captain Sung frowned at the timing and the necessity for additional bodies at the facility. Activating the com, he answered flatly, “I’ll be there shortly with some help. Any way t’ hook somethin’ up t’ the shuttle an’ airlift that thing out so we don’ have t’ carry it?”

(assuming John replies with a yes, or a I wasn’t planning to haul it out by hand)

Time was wasting so John ended the conversation and moved up to the ladder to the upper floor and then to the Jefferies tube that would give him the quickest access to Exhaust Outlet J. As he climbed up, moving from access junction to another tube he got a close view of the turbines and blowers that were contained within the building. Massive turbines designed to blow air and oxygen through the fragile atmosphere of the planet. Many of the turbines were already disconnected from their mounting, a sign that the company was planning on disassembling the processor soon.

Disconnected from the mountings? John suddenly had a wonderful hope. If they disconnected the turbine they were after that would save a lot of time spent trying to blow torch their way through. The thought of such a hope give him energy and speed as he climbed higher and higher into the processor.

LV-426, Inside Rocinante, 9:10 am PT

Wolf made a stop to pick up extra ammo for the assorted weapons that were in use right now and then proceeded to the cargo bay to meet at the mule. The ship smelled of Ma’s soup and Wolf’s stomach growled noisily as his stomach reminded him that it had been a long time since he ate (or slept for that matter). As he walked by the Kitchen, Ma followed after him with the pick shotgun and the faux- alliance security uniform she often wore. She wordless handed him a sealed container of soup and two biscuits as she passed him on the stairs. He face could bear no smile but she tapped the big man on the cheek gently and pointed to the food – wordlessly telling him to make sure he ate while she ran off with additional containers for the other crew.

Ash was warming up the hovermule as ma reached him and passed over the soup and biscuits – two extra for the growing boy. She hugged him tightly and then let him go, putting down a package for the captain as well, heading off to supervise the boys with their new toys. Over his shoulder, the two bodyguards of Matherson were bringing down a sealed stockpot of soup and a cardboard box full of bowls and utensils – to be dropped off at the caves for the passengers no doubt.

(Note – not going further than here on this because I need to know Wyatt’s reaction to the revelation of Matherson’s case.)




LV-426, Inside Rocinante, 9:20 am PT

Tess was in the cockpit, hooking up a remote switch to her Multiplan before heading to the shuttle to take off and go to the Atmo Processors. It was at this point that the scanner on the transmitter went off, signaling that someone nearby was trying to use a remote signal again. It wouldn’t work for them, if Grace had taught Tess anything it was that once you jammed a signal, never let it go. But Tess tried to get a location on the signal while it was hot. The person didn’t stay on long though, but she could tell they were not within the ship but within a mile. That meant the traitor was probably among the passengers now heading for the caves.



Willow emerged from the sickbay with a need to speak to the captain and this Matherson fellow. The smell of soup was in the air and it was very pleasant to inhale the savoury aroma. That was when Ma came up to her with a container of soup and some biscuits but a concerned look on her face. She handed the care pack to Willow and wrote down on her notepad – Can you smell that?

(Assuming, yes, I smell your soup)

She wrote quickly – No. Something else. Something ...wrong?

Willow sniffed the air and at first detected nothing. Then she got a whiff of something burnt. No paper or woods but chemical in nature. The two looked around, trying to get a idea of where it was coming from and it eventually lead then to the engine room.

Now engines meant nothing to Willow but there was something definitely wrong here. The shaft that spun on the cylinders had cables damaging off it. There was a fine powder piled on the floor under the shaft and as she got closer, she knew the smell came from here and something was missing from the engine.

Posted on 2013-10-01 at 18:23:12.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: for the record


If I get arrested in the next few days by CSIS, it is because all the internet research I have been doing on fertilizer and explosives. These are the dangers of being a GM.

Posted on 2013-09-30 at 13:44:44.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Allowed?


If you feel a need to post quickly you may but I have more to post as well so I would think it would be best to wait and address everything.

Posted on 2013-09-30 at 13:23:41.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Plot thickens Part 1 of 2


LV-426, Emergency Landing Field, Outside rear of Rocinante,9:00 am PT

"You want us to build what?" The tall thin young man questioned.

Wolf repeated his request and the four men looked at each other with some consternation.

"Umm." The short man with glasses named Leonard replied, "We are theoretical physicists. None of us has built a bomb."

"That's not true Leonard." Said Sheldon in a superior tone.

"You built a bomb Sheldon?" Leonard's voice was filled with disbelief.

"When I was 8. I built a fully operational nuclear bomb for science fair."

"You did what! Where did you get radioactive material at 8 years old?"

"Scraped the glow in the dark material off the arms of watches you got free if you sent in ten pop tart labels."

"Good God Sheldon! How many watches did you scrape?"

"127." Sheldon replied and the other three drew in a breath of shock, "I liked pop tarts. Anyway, I made it and I should have won first prize too but instead they had a fire alarm, took my science project away and then they told my mom. She was unreasonably mad. You'd think she'd be proud of her son but no. The danger was too great. Not like I didn't have the safety on."

Leonard turned back to the mechanic, "So we may have some knowledge and experience in what you are asking."

Howard muttered, "I told you he was one bad day away from being a supervillian."

"Agri-grow is an Ammonium nitrate derivative." Leonard said, "You need a hydrocarbon to make it explosive."

"Only if you want a high yield rapid expansion that can do a great deal of damage." Sheldon replied, "However for what they are suggesting, we could use another agent to increase the capacity of an already existing explosive. You must have solvent here for cleaning the engine parts and removing grease."

(assume a yes from Wolf)

"It can be done but I will only help under one condition."

(assuming a What is that?)

"You can never tell my mother about this. I doubt she will be proud of me a second time around."

LV-426, Inside Rocinante, 9:00 am PT

Sung was about to walk out on the young lady when he got another thought and told her to join up with Ash to help him with the case and the pictures. It may have been a mistake, putting a beautiful lady with the young gunslinger, but Wyatt knew that Asher wouldn't put pleasure before business and it was all business now.

He entered the room where Matherson was waiting for him. Neither of the bodyguards were with him which struck Wyatt as odd but remembered Willow asked them to help her with Havelock.

Opening the door, Sung entered the room with his hand close to his Colt, but not so much that he was threatening.

“Good mornin’ to you,” he offered up by way of a cheerful greeting. “We’ve no’ had the opportunity t’ really get introduced properly. I’m Captain Wyatt Sung, an’ this here boat--this here crew--well, they’re my responsibility. Imagine my displeasure when we’re actin’ on all sorts of good faith rescuing kind folk such as yerself, and then there’s all this fuss over these little cases that brings a boatload of hurt on me an’ mine. Not t’ mention all the other fine and fancy folk we picked off that liner.

“I don’ normally poke my nose in others business, but seein’ how this situation is about as Soh Ya Feh Tian, as it can be, I figured I need t’ know as much as possible. So, I’m askin’ you in the most polite o’ fashions t’ be cooperative.

“What’s in your case?”

Matherson stood up and nodded respectfully, "Captain Sung, believe me when i say I have no wish to be a burden to you and your crew. Events have played out in the last 24 hours that were never of anyone's intentions, least of all mine. As to the contents of the case - I am a researcher with the Blue Sun medical division and the case contains a series of experimental diagnostic instruments that are being tested for effectiveness. I am personally responsible for the equipment and the loss of the case would be ... quite disastrous to me and my company.

(Assuming Wyatt hands over case and asks to be shown)

"I am not sure the equipment will mean anything to you. But if it will mean getting to keep my case" Matherson tumbles the combination with ease and the clicks the release which let go with a thud and a hiss, "These Newtech cases are excellent. Bulletproof, blast proof, shielded from radiation or gas. No wonder the musician had one for his violin."

Opening the case, Matherson shows Wyatt what is inside. The insides are lined with foam and twelve instruments are nestled within the foam along with another black unit that has a display and controls on it. Wyatt has never seen the black box before, but he is all too familiar with the "diagnostic equipment". The twelve are all the same as the device Miss Amber stuck Wyatt with not too long ago that lead to an embarrassing situation and thoughts that weren't natural seeping into Wyatt's head.

LV-426, Infirmary of Rocinante, 8:45 - 9:15 am PT

Willow said, “Well, I have things to do and you have a mysterious employer to guard. On your way, boys, I’ve no more kisses for you today. Cameron-san,” she turned to the man sitting patiently off to the side, hiding her discomfort at being near him again,” you are welcome to the scrubs, or I can give you directions back to the shuttle where you will find your clothes. While I am certain you are not responsible for your actions earlier, it’s best that you not be around when Miss Amber wakes. Please join the other passengers; I am certain that the Captain is making plans and I need to make some of my own. Off with you…please.”

Cameron leaves the infirmary looking like he would like to talk at length however the presence of the two bodyguards seems to shake him enough that he just leaves with numerous thank you and continues at speed to the shuttle.

As the two guards leave, Slash looks over at Amber, "Excuse me Doctor? Is miss amber okay? Someone didn't hurt her did they?" he asks with all the threat of violence deep within his tone.

(assuming a veiled reply on her condition and a question as to how they know her)

"She and the boss were really friendly on the cruise. None of our business really but they were together a lot."

"Yeah, they were together in fact just before the ship blew up." Hack chimes in. "We had to get her out of the cabin before ..." Hack suddenly notices the look that Slash is given him and trails off.

"Anyway, none of our business but the boss seemed to like her and she was nice to us." Slash says and the two exit with one admonishing the other for talking too much.

As the medical bay began to empty, Willow was able to move around more freely. She checked on Amber again but the girl still slept deeply, so worn out that Willow frowned and added a vitamin B12 shot to the IV. It wasn’t much, but it may stir the girl’s metabolism to start healing the damage.

That left Havelock. The old warrior lay back, pale in his bandages, but his eyes were merely closed against the overhead lights, not slumber. She knew he’d resist not being part of the action, but every hour resting would mean a stronger healing if his wounds. He opened his eyes as Willow drew near.

“I need a favour, Captain,” she began, smiling sweetly,” that young lady’s been through a lot, and she’s exhausted. I need her to sleep as long as she can and I need to find the Captain and find out what our next move will be. Will you stay here a while and watch over her? It would set my mind at ease to have you here.”

The old captain smiled at Willow sincerely, "It would be the least I could do Doctor for all that you have done. Consider her under my guard and I will defend her with all my honour."

To be continued... Wanted to post something.


Posted on 2013-09-30 at 01:59:33.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm here


Sorry I have been out of the picture a bit. I had a wicked head cold during the week and i was at a Waterpark with family this week for a special Autism weekend.

I will get to posting and sorting out the explosives as soon as I can.

Posted on 2013-09-29 at 21:49:22.

Topic: Have You Played 13th Age RPG?
Subject: D&D vs Dresden


I am not at all familiar with the Dresden files books or game.

So far, I like Dragon Age as a possible replacement for D&D. I like the dark overtones of DA and the simplicity of the system. The combat is good, decisive and geared to keep players interested. I think it will translate well into another world setting, especially my Greyhawk in the crumbling remains of the empire.

However I have no group willing to play it. unfortunately, my D&D group and I parted company when I expressed an interest in playing something other than 2e D&D.





Posted on 2013-09-24 at 15:49:53.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: who is making what bombs?


This is what I need clarified. The boys are building what kind of bomb and what is Ash making? I am a bit confused as to who is blowing up whom with what?

Sorry to nitpick but this becomes important later.



Posted on 2013-09-23 at 16:39:51.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The way I see it


Tess will take shuttle to AP.

Ma will pack up soup and get ready to go to Caves.

Willow will complete operation and come out looking for crew, find Ma.

Wolf will talk to young men about Bombs using the Agri-grow. That will need to be played out a bit. he will also grab a bunch of ammo and head to mule.

Wyatt will confront Matherson about case and then head to the mule.

Asher will drive HM and take Wyatt and Wolf to AP, drop them off so they can help John. Ash will go take pictures of case in multiple sites. then swing back to Roc and pick up Ma and Willow and soup, drop Ma off with Soup and then have everyone meet at the AP.

Does this sound correct? Elapse time - one hour.

So that leaves me with the following questions:

What type of bomb are you looking to make? Big enough to take out the entire AP or a personnel killer? Where do you plan on putting it? Are you planning to use all the agri-grow and take out the entire AP building?

I will need a list of wheres for the photos that Asher is taking.




Posted on 2013-09-23 at 13:14:23.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: i shall manage


I should be able to get something up in the next couple of days.

Posted on 2013-09-23 at 00:42:50.

Topic: Have You Played 13th Age RPG?
Subject: not yet


I have not had the chance to look over the rules but it is currently the #1 selling PDF on Drivethru Games

13th Age

I might take a look at it because I am seeking something to replace D&D in my gaming life.

Posted on 2013-09-20 at 17:47:01.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: The End and rebirth of Destiny - Part 1


So it was that the Bounty Hunter entered the ship named Destiny via the Shuttle, while the EMP had taken out the electrical systems. Jason was killed by him quickly and then Ken attempted to take him out but was killed as well. This determined foe was looking for that Companion’s med card and didn’t care how he got it. Jon attempted to engage him but Tess and Stephanie pulled him away as it was suicide to face the well armed and armoured man. Jon resisted, trying to save the ship and crew but in the end, Stephanie had to hit him with a hypo-spray to knock him out.

Grace got the med Card and lead the Bounty Hunter on a chase throughout the ship. The mechanic knew ever crawl-way, nook, and air-duct in the ship and had to slow herself down to keep him flowing her. He did follow the young lady, never realizing that she was drawing him into a trap. Grace waited for Tess, Stephanie and Jon to escape in the shuttle. They would have held there waiting for Grace in the shuttle but Grace has rigged a remote lift off sequence and launched them to safety (She thought that she might need that someday). Leading the assassin to the engine room, Grace confronted the villain, before jumping to the safety of her rooms below and she blew up the claymore mines that she had rigged into the walls of the engine room (she figured she might need that one day).

Watching from the shuttle, the three remaining crew saw the Ship lurch and vent plasma. The comm. roared with the explosion and went dead. The three remaining crew thought that Grace died in the fiery explosion, and with heavy hearts continued on their way to be picked later by a passing freighter.

Left in the ship alone, Grace surveyed the damage to realize that the engine was not as bad off as she feared. She would need to do a lot of work for sure but it was salvageable. She was pondering towing it with the Bounty hunters’ small interceptor ship when the Feds you met on Greenleaf found Destiny adrift. Sanders showed up with his crew and boarded Destiny. Grace, who is not gifted in negotiations, offered the wine and diamond to the Feds in exchange for immunity for the crew and Destiny towed to Berylix. At first the Feds refused, but Grace had rigged a 102 key sequence on the main hatch so that the Feds could not leave without the codes (Because she thought they might need it someday). Threatening her by force didn't work as she pointed out that the engine room wasn't the only place that she expected boarders (where she get all these mines is a question best not asked). They couldn’t take the ship because the engines were dead and the Interceptor was no good to them.

So in the end Destiny got towed, the Feds got their bad guys, the diamonds were recovered and Grace was left on Berylix with a useless ship. The feds left her there, thinking that they’d hear from her soon, willing to re-negotiate.

Grace actually took some of the diamonds from the hoard (Not like Sander’s counted them or knew how many were there to begin with) and sold them via her black market contacts. She sold the location coordinates of the Interceptor ship too. Destiny’s engines were not nearly damaged as she let on, and was able to make the repairs in less than a year with some upgrades even. As for the Med card, she made contact with the companion guild who was very interested and Higgin's was made to understand what messing with the companion guild meant. However, (just because Grace prefers to follow through herself) Higgin’s was also made to understand that someone had downloaded the data-file off the Bounty Hunter’s computer with detail accounts of who paid for whom to be whacked. She put all that data in a courier-pack and it would be sent to the Feds if she didn’t stay healthy.

The boring stuff over, Grace got down to fixing the engines. It was a difficult process as many parts have to be retooled.

Jon, Stephanie and Tess spend several days in the shuttle before you were found and brought home. Jon and Stephanie have discovered each others love and are exploring that now. It will probably take a year before Jon feels the need to fly and Destiny is spaceworthy again, but the time will come.

Stephanie must have had secret funds or there were still plenty of folks that owed her their life and were only too glad to help out when she called. Not long after they had been picked up adrift in space they were relaxing in a private Villa. The staff all seemed to know her or was at least instructed to treat her as the Lady of House. They always addressed her first with a respectful “Doctor Stephanie”, Jon would get a polite smile and a “Sir”. The time seemed pass too slowly; Jon kept replaying the events of final days of Destiny and a darkness would fill him.

Stephanie would do her best to ease his pain and their relationship grew deeper. After a couple weeks she slipped into his room. Without saying a word she dimmed the lights and slid out her silk kimono. With the skill of a surgeon she nestled up against Jon, her soft skin pressing warmly on his firm muscular torso. Reaching up she slow pulled his face to her and kissed him warm long and wetly. Their breathing started into a peaceful rhythm as hands and lips moved to explore the others body. They both could feel their bond strengthen and enjoyed the intimacy that could make the memories of the past blur at least for a while. The evening would repeat itself over the next few months, but neither would say the “words”.

Tess went off to join the crew of the Rocinante, yet somehow in her heart she never gave up hope that Gracie was still alive and one day she'd hear from her. Until then, there were bills to pay.


Next: A package couriered ....

Posted on 2013-09-19 at 19:00:39.
Edited on 2013-09-19 at 19:03:47 by Alacrity

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


I am looking for clarification before I make a bunch of assumptions.

I got the impression from Bromern's post that He asked Hood to lead the people on foot to the Caves.

Posted on 2013-09-17 at 17:27:41.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I have questions


The cases? Ash is out with the case you found behind the couch correct? Where is the case that belongs to Matherson? I am assuming right now that Wyatt has it and he brought it with him to talk to Matherson so he could open it. If this is incorrect, please let me know.

Tess - What do you want her to do? I would assume that she would be best to pilot the shuttle for the turbine removal so I am thinking she will go with the mule. Again, correct me if wrong?

The boys and the bomb? Who is giving them instructions? Wolf? Ash? That part is very important.

Wolf - Your posts have you going from gangway of ship to the mule. Are you stopping for anything along the way? Not suggesting you need to I just need your exact movements.

Soup - Ma has a huge batch of soup that she made for the passengers and she will want to have that taken to the caves. Do not spoil Ma's soup - it would be worse than facing the mercenaries.

Sifu will go with passengers to cave - do you want him to have a comm?





Posted on 2013-09-17 at 16:54:55.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: all these questions


grace will have called Jon and tess when teh SHip is ready for testing/fitting. As well she would had received a "package" at that point she is unsure on how to deal with.

Posted on 2013-09-16 at 20:02:14.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Moving forward.


I think I can post based on what has been done so far. Move things forward a bit but not to the final battle yet.

Posted on 2013-09-16 at 19:08:17.

 


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