Showing posts with label CDT2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CDT2. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Coup D'etat 02: Downtime Exposition

The following takes place between Battery City Run (Session 03) and Burnt at Both Ends (Session 04).
                Bryn'Danal pulled a panel off of a wall, checking the wiring underneath, "After payment, we should still have sufficient stores left on board for our needs."
                Sitting at the helm, Albin Orryx casually flipped some deactivated buttons. He looked out of Community's control room, watching the shipyard workers lower the new FTL into the stern deck's newest hole. "Tragic though; choosing between an operational ship and the kind of party all those hors d'oeuvres and alcohol could've gotten us."
                Ever the professional, Bryn radioed down to the team on the Drive Deck to check her connections before replying, "My impression is that parties are often places where friends gather," she jammed the panel back into place, "and I don't think we have that many friends between the six of us."

* * *
                Raxx attenuated the medical scanner and started it again. Almost immediately, the Massert let out a pained gasp. Before it could become another groan of restrained pain, the necromancer shut it off.
                "What is it?!"
                Jonah D'Lante somewhat impatient when he didn't have a strange device locked onto his skeleton. Since beginning the diagnostic, Raxx's understanding of the device had expanded from "unknown" to "not designed to improve wearer's patience."
                "I still don't know; it's gripping your skeleton, but it's not emitting any kind of signal. It's only active when I try to scan you."
                D'Lante slipped through the retracting 'ribs' of the upright scanner, "Yeah, I know; I'm the one whose ass gets shocked every time you do it."
                The shutdown on the scanner was still acting funny. Raxx put it on the list of minor things to fix around the medical level, "I don't think it's a danger and I've done all the analysis I can. Our best hope is to find that Monolith."
                "Yeah, then all we have to do is schedule an appointment for a weird bone grabber-ectomy and I'll be off." He picked up his datapad and started thumbing through technical schematics for the docking bay they were making out of the #1 Equipment Pod.
                Before he could make it out of the door, the medical bay's intercom crackled to life, "Raxx. Jonah. It's Al. The 'boat is coming back. Be a good time for a talk." He was referring to the gunboat that Tr'Hati and Jaha had taken to the surface.
                Raxx jogged over to the nearest comm panel and keyed it, "No problem, Al. Be up in five. Jonah, you in?"
                The Massert sighed and threw his hands up, "Sure? Why not another meeting?"

Monday, May 13, 2013

Coup D'etat 2: The Zones, Session 01

As the story begins, Tr'Hati and Jonah are traveling together as the mechanic and his ally on a standard trade vessel. They take on a strange Chlorophen traveler. After a pirate attack, the traveler dies and asks Jonah to take his place on an important, if vague job. Meanwhile, Al and his protoge, Ty'lear, are investigating rumors of an ancient Zurai treasure being found in The Zones. Their investigation leads them to Blue Eyes and Battery City, a seedy, inhabited asteroid. Finally, Raxx and Bren are contacted to do a valuable job for one of their contact's bosses.

The three pairs cross paths and find themselves with Blue Eyes. He explains that he has found Memory Alpha, a repository of potent Zurai technology from Eras ago. One of the valuable components he needs is a computer core on board a cruise company's flagship, Community.

The pay is good, so the six sign on and devise a plan. They will sneak aboard, disguised as crew and passengers, wait for the other half of Blue Eyes' team to create a distraction, fake an emergency to get the real crew and passengers off, then reconnect the FTL drive and return to the rendezvous point.

All without a hitch.