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Understood man. See you on the boards sometime!

Sir Gavin sighed at the devastation outside.
"Well then. Check for radiation, poisons... and if there is air at all out there." He said, not having a lot of hope there.

Still here!
Just not much I can do to help in a tech situation...

Present!

Sir Gavin wanders by, looks over their shoulders and nods.
"Well done. Carry on." He says before wandering off again.
Leadership (12): 3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 4) = 9 Succeed by 3.

"And so, in short, we must wander the Quantum 3 lines until we can locate a suitable power source that will enable us to jump Quanta?" Sir Gavin said, trying to frame the problem.

Sir Gavin stood up and tugged his tunic straight.
"Well then. Our course is clear now; we must return to Homeline. I hope we have the tools and skill to make it there, since I assuredly do now." He stated matter of fact.

Sir Gavin grabbed an open crate and threw it over the creature.
Brawling (13): 3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 1) = 8
"I have it!" He said, pleased with himself. He sat on the crate to make it too heavy for the creature to lift. "Now what do we do with it?"

"Yes, and I, unfortunately, am considered a traitor to the crown in the world of my birth.
"I was wondering if any of you could identify the origin of our attackers. I could not tell..."
Sir Gavin looked around.
"I hear something chirping as well. What is it?" He asked his team.
He will get up and look for the origin of the noise.
Perception 11: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3) = 6 Succeed by 5.

Moody, Sir Gavin picked at his food.
"I would have expected our superiors to have sent a scout, once communications had been cut. Or our enemies, whoever they are, to have sent a follow up occupation force after their clear victory here. But... there has been nothing." He thought aloud.

Picked up a little Psychokinesis, a little Super-Jump, a little Charisma, a few social and combat skills.

X.

Continue here.
Search for survivors, tally our assets, find out who did this and why, notify our superiors...

"EVERYBODY GET OUT OF THE TRANSPORT FIELD!" Called Sir Gavin as he turned and ran away.

Fastdraw Force Saber (14): 3d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1) = 11
Parry Missle Weapon (12): 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) = 8
Sir Gavin impossibly senses the approach of the gob, spins and ignites his Force Saber with a Snap-hisssss. He is about to parry it, when he is left nonplussed as it veered away from him.

But more important things call out for his attention and he follows Jaq towards the creature.

"Together Jaq, TOGETHER!" Shouted Sir Gavin as he chased after her.
Tactics (DC9): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 Fail by six.

Sir Gavin switches targets to number 2 and single shoots, trying to be careful.
Guns/TL8 (Pistol)+3ACC-3range(DC13): 3d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) = 7 for a possible 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3, 6, 1) + 1 = 12 piercing damage.

"Take the last one alive!" Called Sir Gavin.

Sir Gavin shoots at the one on the catwalk.
Guns/TL8 (Pistol)+3ACC-3range(DC13): 3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 4) = 11 for a possible 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 5) + 1 = 16 piercing damage.

"Flynn, Jaq, Aurora, let's make for Security central. They should have cameras that we'll be able to see the whole base." Said Sir Gavin pulling his APD carbine and flicking the safety off.
"The rest of you stay with the conveyor for now. We'll contact you if we find anything." He said, pointing at them.
He does a radio check, just to make sure he can contact his team members at least.
Soldier (TL8) dc10: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) = 7

"We are back at home base, but it's empty. Perhaps some enemy attacked it while we were away?" He speculated aloud.

Addressing his prisoner.
"Do not attempt to escape. We have more to discuss with each other." He said, grasping his prisoner by his collar and propelling him towards a handy cell.
If something happens, he will cuff his prisoner to the nearest handy railing. I'm assuming the scene looks like a Star Wars set, only with safety railings.

"Let's get the prisoners to a cell first." Sir Gavin suggested as he belted on his combat harness.

"Yes. Everyone arm up with your combat package." Sir Gavin said, suiting action to words.

"Would it be out of place for me to say 'I have a bad feeling about this?'"?

Sir Gavin smiled.
"I believe I have a deck or two of playing cards. Perhaps a game or two of Whist would be just the thing to while away the hours.
"Ah yes, the bug. Do you know what that creature is all about? I must say I'm curious." He said digging through a locker.

Sir Gavin relieved at returning to the Carrier, breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.
He leaned over to Flynn and asked quietly "How long before we can leave?"

Sir Gavin hustled back to grab his briefcase, then helped the others run with their prisoner.
"Without a vehicle, there is little we can do BUT run!" He said, taking one of the smoke grenades out and tossing it where it could do the most good.

Sir Gavin flicks his thumb and the coruscating cobalt blue bar retracted into the hilt with a hssssss-snap. He put it away in his breast pocket again.
He helped bind the pinned officer.

"No choice now. Stop them!" Shouted Sir Gavin as he dropped his briefcase and the hilt of his force saber appeared in his hand as if by magic.
Fast Draw (Force Saber) DC14: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 2) = 10
He hustled forward to get into a defensive position next to Aurora.

Sir Gavin raised an eyebrow.
"It is just a radio. I brought mine, if you need to use one." He said.

Sir Gavin strolled along, giving a genial smile to everyone. He is curious as to the pattern of fashion in this time and place, and does a lot of people watching.
Perception (11): 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 4) = 16 Fail by five, even before modifiers...
Perhaps a bit TOO nonchalant.

"... medieval French, and you are working on the modern traces that can be found in the culture in the modern era! Yes, that should be workable, at least on the surface." Mused Gavin aloud.

Along with the usual litter of papers, pens and folders, Sir Gavin added a couple of tear gas grenades and a couple of flash/bang grenades as well to the briefcase. Just in case.
His force saber hilt he tucked into his breast pocket; he felt he could pass it off as a french style flashlight if he had to.

Sir Gavin nodded.
"Well then, perhaps you could act as students accompanying a professor? You could dress more informally than I, and you could have a backpack or book bag to store things in.
"Or, you could go as homeless and I stay here monitoring you.
"Each plan has its strengths and weaknesses.
"How say you?" He asked, looking at his crew.

"What story could we possibly have?" Said Sir Gavin as he tugged his sharp business suit into perfect creases.
"None of us have any records, paper or electronic, anywhere in this world."
He started arranging a number of innocuous looking items in a common briefcase.

"What do the pictures of people just walking around the street look like? We can set our clothing to match. Do they have backpacks, briefcases, fanny packs we can keep things in?" Inquired Sir Gavin.

Watching out the viewports for threats, Sir Gavin shook his head.
"Non. We have no currency. But; if we happen to capture a sample, our fabricators should be able to reproduce some near perfect counterfeit bills."
He turned to the others and grinned.
"Unless, of course, they don't use paper money. We may have to set up false bank accounts, or whatever internet credit system is in use."

Sir Gavin nodded.
"Very well then. The plan is set, and I wish us all good luck.
"Now then, let us go rescue our lost lamb. Make the jump!" He commanded.
Leadership DC11: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 3) = 11 Right on!

Sir Gavin appears, his hair slicked back and perfectly arranged, and the creases in his trousers sharp enough to cut.
"Bonjour à tous! Good Morning crewmates!" He greeted with a confident smile.
"Are we as ready as we are going to be?" He asked, sipping a cup of tea and savoring it.

"I'd be fine jumping back after eight hours have passed on this world. Captain, your thoughts?"

"I would concur. Time to rest and prepare.

I agree.

Well, I suppose there's no harm in walking about a bit...
Sir Gavin changes his mind and goes with the patrol. (He'll take the Haste as well.)
Perception DC11: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 4) = 9

"As I recall, we have a minimum thirty minutes, perhaps more to recharge." Replied Sir Gavin.
He looked up at the broken Moon.
"Natural, or un-natural I wonder." He wondered aloud.
He will stick by the Conveyor then.

"Go ahead, but don't go alone." Sir Gavin acknowledged, looking at the others. If no one else goes with Flynn, he will step up.

Sir Gavin looked out the viewport in all directions and relaxed a bit.
"Well done. No obvious threats. We should be relatively secure for now." He said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Sir Gavin swore in french.
"No. Their technology equals or exceeds ours, if aliens are involved. It's one thing to risk ourselves, but we cannot risk having the Conveyor taken."
He pointed a Jaq.
"Jaq. Broadcast to Aurora; I really hope she took her radio with her. Message; 'Hide. Keep listening this freq. We'll be back.' to her."
He pointed at Flynn.
"Doctor Flynn. Ready to emergency jump back."
He looked out the viewscreen and waited until the laser was about to find them.
"...three, two, one, JUMP!" He called out

Can I think of anything we haven't considered?
Tactics DC9: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3) = 13 Fail by 4. Guess not.

"Is it possible to jump back to Homeline, then back here in a different place? Radio a rally point to Aurora when we do?" Sir Gavin asked the more technical specialists.

Trying to think.
"Alright. Alright.
"First, can we move this thing? Does it have jump jets or something?
"Second, can we contact Aurora by radio? That won't be intercepted?"

Sir Gavin looked out the viewport and massaged his temples again.
"We cannot risk the exposure. Ready the conveyor to jump out." He said sighing.
Looking around he paused and frowned.
Where is Aurora?" He asked.

Startled at the sudden blaze of light, Sir Gavin exclaimed in french and quickly grabbed a rag or towel and threw it over the bell jar.
"What? What was THAT?" He exclaimed, pointing at the covered jar containing the 'bug'.

Clairification: When you, Bringer of Stories said 'the entire interior', did you mean the interior of the Coveyor, or the interior of the jar?