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And here I am.
Lieutenant Charlotte Kimoto, reporting for duty.
Solomon you better not be sending that code already. Charlotte you might want to check in on discussion and claim a skill as well as work on connections with the others.
Just checking to make sure this thing works. Soloman out.
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Ok...this is the crew we have
Solomon Drake
Benjamin Kas
Charlotte Kimoto
Myrian Sonor
Marissa Ocara
Thaddeus "Chief" Mora
I think that is everyone.....if I missed you, please speak up!
Check the campaign information tab for starting background, standards and assumptions. I will create an introduction and meet and greet for tomorrow.
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The last couple of months of travel have finally ended and you are only a very short step from signing your mustering out papers from the various lines of work you spent the last number of years slaving away at. You were able to all get your final assignment and discharge at the same place, Pixie, in the Regina Subsector of the Spinward Marches. Remote, sure, but also teeming with possibilities and adventure.
You each go to your respective field offices for your final debriefings, signing of papers and, most important, discharge benefits. You have all agreed to pool your resources and attempt to purchase a starship, so once finished you will meet together at a local watering hole known as the Blue Ocean to plan for your future together.
Myrian arrived early, ordered a drink, tea - though she suspected that it was synthetic and not made from actual leaves.
Finding where she could watch the door, she tucked her small bag on the seat beside her and waited for the others.
As she waited she scanned the room, more from habit than believing she was in danger. Checking for alternative exits, cover, assessing people as potential enemies or allies - though she'd never been too good at reading people.
Charlotte Kimoto entered the bar nonchalantly, looking for any sign of her contact. It had been a long eight months in the hospital and she was eager to feel deck plating beneath her feet once more. While in recovery, she had been visited by a man named Thadeus Mora. Mora, a navy man, had suggested that upon her release, she should meet at this bar on Pixie and look him up. He mentioned that there may be a job for her.
Solomon enters, scans the room and upon seeing Myrian walks directly toward her. He has a half-smile on his face, but it could be forced. "Myrian, I'm surprised you contacted me about this opportunity. Surprised, but grateful." He motions towards an empty seat, and then sits. "Whiskey, neat." he calls over to the bartender. "Nothing synthetic."
Solomon smirks at Myrian and says over his shoulder to the bartender, "Sure thing, name's Kas, Benjamin Kas."
"Drinking already, Drake." Myrian smiles, "Surely the mere sight of me doesn't drive you to it."
Myrian pointedly takes a sip of her tea, but it shows in her eyes that the jibe is good-natured.
Nowhere would be perfctly safe, if her old crew or their masters really decided to hunt for her, but she wasn't much of a threat. She got out before she learned enough to make her dangerous, or at least she hoped so. The Spinward Marches made a good place to start fresh, and the note from Myrian was intriguing. A buy-in of a ship of their own. No secret masters. No hidden agenda. Just the freedom she thought she had signed up for when she became a pirate in the first place.
She found her way to the Blue Ocean easily enough. Planets might be different through the Imperium, but there was a way of doing business in ports, and she felt perfectly at home.
She spotted Myrian and had to suppress a laugh. The last time Marissa had seen her, she had been disguised as a pirate and stumbling into an escape pod while Marissa ran interference.
"Well you clean up good," she said, walking over with a smile. To the man with her friend, she offered her hand. "Marisa Ocara. Mostly a pilot."
"Pleasure to see you, Marissa, this is my... associate Solomon Drake, I suppose you could call him our Broker."
"Solomon, Marissa Ocara, I may not have entrusted her with my life, but I owe it to her all the same."
Solomon smiles at Myrian, "It's been a long time Myrian. You look wonderful, of course. You always did." Solomon sips on his drink. "You drove me to a lot, but always in the right way."
Solomon stands, taking Marissa's hand and kissing it. "Solomon Drake at your service. I do...a little bit of everything I suppose. Good with my hands you could say. Please join us while we wait for the others. Something to drink?"
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Here is a little about Pixie. As you can see you are on a rather extensive space station with some rather impressive naval shipyards attached. Most of the people you will meet are naval types, with a few marines, scouts and mixed armed forces types, as well as civilian workers.
PIXIE
A low-population, non-industrial world located in the Regina Subsector of the Spinward Marches. Pixie is a member of the Imperium and the system contains both a Naval Base and -- reportedly -- an Ancients site.
Although Pixie itself is a small vacuum planet with a tiny population of hard-luck belters, its large starport provides services along the Xboat route to Kinorb (Spinward Marches 2202) and Aramis (Spinward Marches 3110).
The Pixie system contains a single gas giant. In orbit around the gas giant is an ex-Kinunir Class starship converted to a prison, known as Imperial Prison Station 17.
Ben strolls in to the bar, seeing Solomon kissing Marrisa's hand as he walks in. Loudly and cheerfully he greets his "friend" "Up to your old tricks there Solomon? I see you never change." Ben's laughs a laugh the sound of thunder rolling in the dark. A smile plays a crossed his face, genuine and friendly. "My dear lady, I would wash that hand if you know what is good for you. You never know where that one has been."
With that, Ben heads over to sit next to Myrian and wraps an arm around her waist. "Ah what a glorious sight these stations, and what a glorious vision you are this morning." Ben's head pops up for a second, scanning for the bartender. "Ho there keep. A round of zombie heavy on the lime for me and my friends, and a double of kickin' chicken for me as well." Ben looks around the bar for a second. "Hey, weren't there supposed to be more coming?" Ah well, let them get there own drinks. Keep, a basket of whatever poultry gets fried around here as well." Ben looks to Myrian and drops his tone to a mere dull roar. as sweetly and politely as you please, Ben asks her, "Anything you would like my dear?"
Myrian blushes slightly, "Benjamin, do you have to draw the attention of the entire bar to us, and do play nice with Drake, we'll be travelling together for quite some time I hope."
Despite her complaints Myrian is content to allow Ben to draw her closer to him and (at least outwardly) relaxes.
"I believe we are waiting on Ms Kimoto and Mr Mora, I've seen Mora in passing, I think Kimoto is his contact, I dare say they'll be along shortly if she's not already here."
Myrian scans the crowd again, looking to see if anyone is paying them too much attention. Of course with Benjamin around everyone was probably paying them too much attention.
Marissa chuckled at the big man's bluster and started to extend her hand to him, then stopped.
"I should wash this before I shake your hand, hm?" she said with a wink. "And probably count my fingers after."
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You are all sitting together (except Charlotte), enjoying a drink, and some small snacks, when a group of 6 sailors tumble into the bar. They are dressed in orange jumpsuits, and anyone with a naval background can tell they are mechanics; maybe engineers, or perhaps flight crew. The call for a number of rounds of ale, and soon have taken over the far end of the bar, where they seem to be making advances towards the only other patron around; a young woman who was sitting by herself earlier.
Charlotte does her level best to ignore the men.
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The men do not seem to be taking 'NO' for an answer. They also seem to have been drinking elsewhere before they got here, as all of them are at least partly drunk. From what you can tell, one of their number has recently been promoted, and they feel the YOU might be a nice present for him!
"Come on sweetling, my mate here is celebrating! You don't want to disappoint him now do you!"
Marissa sets her course to intercept and moves towards the group of men surrounding the lone woman. They may be navy, but in port, with a few drinks in them, they are no different from pirates. She steps behind the one who spoke and slips one arm around his waist, pressing herself against his back.
"But who's going to keep you from being disappointed?" she whispers in his ear. She presses her pistol against the small of his back and flips the switch, so he can hear the distinctive sound of a weapon powering up."What do you say we start this party off with a blast?"
Seeing Marissa move into action, Solomon moves into a supporting position behind her. "It's really too bad, with the SPs on their way here already, I'd say this party's over. I mean fourteen months hard labor does sound like an amazing promotion gift, but I'm sure you boys were just leaving..."
"I'm sorry," Charlotte replies to the men, "You've obviously mistaken me for someone with low standards."
Ben lets out a roaring laugh that you could swear could be heard thirty meters past the bulkhead. "With where old Sol's mouth has been, well I would thank you kindly if you would." Ben looks at Myrian briefly, A smile on his face. "This one is a sharp blade isn't she my treasure? I think this will be a ...." At that moment the boisterous nature of the new arrivals had gotten to a point that could not be ignored.
Unless the situations changed by her turn Myrian will take 3 Minor Actions:
Draw her Laser Pistol, take cover and Aim at the biggest worker.
She's reluctant to open fire until they've shown their drawing weapons.
If they've drawn weapons before Myrian's action, she'll draw and fire, in which case:
Attack
Damage
Initiative:
Being sans weapon, Charlotte will throw her drink in the face of the nearest thug.
Really should start getting ranks in leadership and tactics after this I think. Might make me a little more useful to the combats when it is a shooting match.
That being said
Average success.
"Hold fire and stand down NOW! ALL OF YOU!"
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The pistol clatters to the floor, as the sailor turns and twists Marissa's wrist.
The other sailors seem surprised by this sudden show of force, and 2 quickly back away with their hands held up
"Whoa!! Easy there...we did not mean anything. Just looking for a little fun, thats all."
The one who holds Marissa and another brute standing by Charlotte do not seem to be ready to back down. In fact the one by Charlotte attempts to grab her.
Grapple:
DM +1 for Str
Charlotte struggles in the man's grip. "Let me... go!"
Solomon moves in on the goon grappling Charlotte, saying "Unhand her!" as he punches the guy in the side of the temple.
Damage:
"What part of stand down do you sailors not understand. By my oath I have never seen such a breach of honor."
Ben strides forward and backhands the man on Marissa.
Assuming he will react and have cover so marginal success. If not add the success bonus to my damage please.
"I said... let go!" Charlotte yells, attempting to stomp the man's foot.
"Put down the girl and leave the premises" calls Myrian, trying to look business-like and training her pistol on one of the guys holding Charlotte.
Marissa scowls at the man and kicks him in the shin.