Space RPG Session #12

Let's begin!

Fried Silver: Wait, Jakob did you ever had a user name NeverEnoughGuns?

Jakob Yasha: Nope.
Speaking of, I gotta trek over to the building. I'll be gone for a few minutes, got my laptop.

Jakob and his +3 sit at a table in critical dealings with Floren, a mover of gravity metal.

GM (GM): Ah, okay.
Jakob goes silent.
Anyway

GM (GM): You guys were in a critical juncture: Accept Floren's offer of 35k and another 35 to grab some data from LGI or face the implication of being black balled in the grav mat trade
What do you do?

Box-O-Rocks: (( I say fuck 'em Who needs debts? ))

Fried Silver: (( We can sell it for the 35k and haul ass off station, totaly a good idea if we want mobster combat.))

GM (GM): ((Oh hey, box, yesterday we did alot on the space testing. We determined afew basic things: If you have any space skill you can work outside your speciality for no bonus, each player gets only one action, and afew temp rules we are working out. Also: We think space fuel should cost about 1 million to 100k))

Fried Silver: "So, Mr.Floren, what makes you think a gruop that got the anti-gravity thru force instead of wit will be able to do the job you're offering?"

Floren: You want to sell the Grav Mat, right?

Fried Silver: "It's up to the rest of the crew on that derision, but if things go to silence to violence and we still get the data the Gov will crack down double hard knowing that some DID break in and caused potential casualities."

Jakob Yasha: ( Great, and the door's locked. Can't get into the station. )

Floren: Then it appears you have enough incentive. Incentive is the base ingredient for any success operation. And it already appears you have the wit to pull it off.

GM (GM): ((Oh dear, sorry man!))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm sitting outside with my partner now, they didn't program our cards to be accepted in the lock. )

GM (GM): (Get a line man to knock down the door!)

Jakob Yasha: ( Partner's calling someone to get us in. )
( I'm calling him that because I forgot his name. )
( Anyway anyway )

Floren: Tell you what, I don't need an answer from you today.

Fried Silver: "Well, one of my plans for getting the data involse making the govs head turn to a more bigger and appearent crime, so do you know about a guy named king?"

Floren: ...I might.
What do you want with him, talkative droid?

Fried Silver: "So I assume he's an aquatint of your then, do you have and enemys that need a wack then?"

Floren: I appreciate the gusto, but I'm afraid you need to work abit for that privilege.
Not that I know anything about that.

Fried Silver: "So any deal on the job Sirs and Madam?"

GM (GM): ((Yeah, seems like it's just me and gaven over here!))

Suule S.: (( Yeah cause I'm waiting for Jakob ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry, yeah, I'm good either way, but I'd like to see where the sneak mission goes. )

Ramiel: (( I was fixing food. ))
(( As a player, I'm fine with either... in character. This seems like it'll bite us in the ass. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Definitely. )

Floren: So, are you in or out, my friends?

Ramiel stares at Jakob. "It's your material."

Joanna: ( It will )

Jakob Yasha: ( I vote yes for sneak. Everyone else? )

Fried Silver: (yes)

Ramiel: (( sneak as in work for him? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah. )

Ramiel: (( I vote no then. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( And Suule? Yea or Nah? )
( We got 2 to 1. )

Fried Silver: ((Joanna got some skeak skills I think.))
sneak*

Joanna: ( Sure )
( It will really bite us in the ass though )

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh absolutely. )
( But think of the fun. )

Jakob Yasha grunts. "We're in."

Floren: Excellent. My friends inform me that your friend has woken up. I'm sure she'll contact you people soon.
when you have the opportunity, call me, I'll arrange what you need to do then.

Exit restaurant?

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob responds simply.

Fried Silver: Yep

Ramiel: sure

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah. Take leftovers? )

GM (GM): (Sure.

Joanna: Yeah

Joanna turns to Jakob as she walks out of the restaurant "Jakob... I don't like this at all"

GM (GM): You return to the cubbie that you've been adjorning during your stay.

Jakob Yasha: "Neither do I. But the money will help."

Ramiel: "Yeah, no shit. Corporate espionage sucks."

Fried Silver: "So, this might be a bit weird but, and cats more evil than dogs here? Cause human media always portrait dogs as the good guys and cats as the bad guys."

Joanna: "Help what? So far I haven't seen a dime and guess what? I'm in for another surgery appointment soon to divide my hooves

Fried Silver: "Well, Joanna you stared in a spy movie once right?"

Joanna: Yes

Ramiel: "Starship fuel isn't cheap. We're gonna need 100k more if we want to visit another planet after this."

Fried Silver: "Well if this goes thru right we have a salesman for that matter."

GM (GM): ((Player turn! Do you guys want to rest up some before proceeding with a mission?))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah, my HP is at 150 out of 380 )

Ramiel: yep,

Fried Silver: "well, id like to get some repairing tools and supplies to fix up my old body."

Jakob Yasha: ( Eat leftovers and smear steak into wounds while asleep to restore health. )

GM (GM): Okay, you rest and shop.
It'd take a month for Jakob to heal up but let's say steak sauce does a trick
One week later. (+35 hp, +7 mh)

You: receive a group chat request from Sarah.

Fried Silver Fried accepts the chat request."

Sarah: Hey guys. Thanks for the help in the Dark Sector.

Ramiel joins

Jakob Yasha accepts the call.

Sarah: I'm still in a regeneration tank. They say my skin should be back soon...

Fried Silver: "No problem Madam.

Ramiel: "How fucked did you get in there, geez?"

Sarah: ...I wouldn't know, I kinda blacked out when the volts hit.
Anyway, I can hear the cases piling up on my desktop as I float in here.
You guys want a job?

Fried Silver: "Well when you blacked out the machine still didn't stabilize the sector so I had to jury rig it to work."
"Yes Madam."

Joanna: Sure...

Sarah: Thank you.

By: Rule 6306 I hereby deputize you. etc. etc.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob grunts in agreement.

Sarah: This is a Enviroment job, nothing dangerous. We have reports of suspicious activity off station, Minor planetoid. LGI thinks that there might be illegal mining going on.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. And what are we to do?"

Sarah: Likely some Eo rednecks. Willing to grab anything for a dollar, don't care who gets pelted with space rock for it...
Sorry, yes. Your mission is to go there, see what's going on, and give anyone there a citation.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. And if they get violent?"
( Smack their shit or not smack their shit? )

Sarah: Well it really shouldn't but if it does then you are authorized to defend yourselves.

Fried Silver: (Shack thier shit.)

Sarah: Remember: If you are forced to arrest anyone you are to read them their rights first.

As: per usual, the LG will compensate you for fuel costs.

Sarah: Sound good?

Jakob Yasha: "OK." Jakob responds.

Fried Silver: "A.O.K Madam Sarah."

Ramiel looks up from his desk, "I think I've passed the station in question."

Ramiel: "I think those guys that wanted you came from it?"

Jakob Yasha: ( So, hit up the HQ first or do the job? )

Fried Silver: (Do the job, then enter the HQ)

Jakob Yasha: ( Sounds good. Let's get some moon-rednecks outta here. )

GM (GM): ((Sorry, was that a question for Sarah, ram?
Proceed to SPAAAACE?

Ramiel: (( I mean, I was sort of asking if those were one and the same. We haven't really had a chance to ask her about the guys that wanted us to hand her over. ))

Fried Silver: ( she was unconscious when people wanted her.)

Joanna: Yeah
you suit up and burn for 3 hours.
you get to the cordinates, Logos can be seen floating in the distance.

Ramiel begins speaking to the main group from his speaker. "Alright, I have two bulky EVA suits and one DS suit.... Do you guys want to use them?"

Fried Silver: "Well i won't need it due to being inorganic Ram."

Jakob Yasha: ( I got an armored space suit now )
( 113 / 160 on top of a 50/50 suit. )
( And pads for space skateboarding. )
( Wait how much armor does the EVA suit give? )

Joanna: I want something I can feel comfortable with

Ramiel: (( I don't have a link to the current doc. ))

GM (GM): Well, you know Fried Silver, might want it just to fit in.
Don't want to be piggy in the middle.
9984-6455-2717-2204-1048
Woop
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcW9EbXZJdVBEYVU
((No one punch that in the the PDRC database.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Can't find EVA or EVA Suit. )
( I got 9 agility, if it's bulky I'm assuming it limits it somewhat )

Ramiel: (( Bulky has 100 hp base, and a jetpack. ))

GM (GM): ((I think they mean GUS suit.))

Ramiel: ( (DS has 300 hp, and big bulky. ))
You are in
SPAAAAAAACE
Any actions?

Joanna: Lounge in my compartment

Ramiel: Compartment, no room for that in a Schooner Princess

GM (GM): You are in a schooner, there in not enough room for lounge. There is only enough room for "Lou"

Fried Silver: "Ram unidentfied ship 5'o clock."

GM (GM): Activate scanners?

Ramiel: "Got it, ready on guns."
yes

GM (GM): Roll scanner!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100
(77)= 77

GM (GM): Class: Schooner, different make than yours.
One weapon hardpoint spotted: lasers

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry, was out. Back. )

GM (GM): Enlarged frame suggests it's been fitted for cargo hauling.

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll put on the bigass DS suit. Does it restrict agility or something? )

GM (GM): It appears to be docked to the asteroid by a series of tethers.

Ramiel: "Well, looks like we have similar fittings here. Let's try and hail them first though."

Fried Silver: "Well it's got a cargo haul so we got space miners I bet,"

GM (GM): ((Technically, no. Maybe I should fix that.))

Ramiel goes to an open comm channel. "Unidentified Schooner. This is the HMS Cyclone. What is your business here?"

GM (GM): It's a separate space suit.

Jakob Yasha: ( Thanks )

GM (GM): Looks like the guy here.

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll keep my other suit and armor safe in storage then. )

GM (GM): It's designed to take hits, kinda
A face comes on the screen (Hologram, feed, whatever you use.))

Ramiel: "Everyone, take stations."

Holla: ' back Cyclone. This is the Pearl Diver. Over.

Fried Silver once again takes to the gunner seat.

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry Ram, but are there other stations to man or is it just the gunner and driver? Can't say I remember. )

Ramiel: "Copy, what's your business in the sector? Over."
(( two guns, one pilot. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah, thank you. I'll get on the other gunner unless Suule wants to. )

Pilot: We are here on biological research. What's your mission? Over.

Joanna: ( How much to buy a skill again? 10 points? )

Fried Silver: "Sarah, are you familiar with any enviromental crew with the name Pearl Diver?"

GM (GM): (Yeah.

Ramiel: "We're on patrol. Could you present you documents? Over."

Joanna: ( I'll wait on buying sensors then )

Fried Silver: (( we still connected to sarah in chat?))

GM (GM): ((She absolutely does not know them.))
((You are not connected to Sarah right now, Silver.))

Fried Silver: "Ram, im sure most biological things can't survive the harsh condishions of space."

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. Think it's a lie?" Jakob adds in.

Joanna: I don't really like this setup

Ramiel: "Might be, just stay ready."

Jakob Yasha: ( Well, there are some biological creatures that can technically survive the vacuum of space as well as live on the surface of most planets, though not really "living", rather just in a hibernate state. Then again, that might just be for water bears though. )
( So who knows, they might be legit. )

Pilot: You want to see our creds?

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob acknowledges Ramiel.

Joanna: I hope creds don't mean them blasting us

Ramiel: "I want to your manifest. Over."

Pilot: Okay.
there is a brief pause.

Pilot: Did you get it?

Ramiel: (( Did I? ))

GM (GM): ((You did not.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Guns at ready; they're probably wanting us to close in to "get in recieving range." )

Ramiel warns his gunners, "prepare to fire."

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah )

Ramiel: "Negative. Pearl Diver, need I remind you that Non-Compliance may be meet with force?"

Fried Silver: "Wait ram, did the sensor show it had any explosive payload?"

Ramiel: "Not that I saw."

Pilot: Acknowledge Cyclone. Think our dish might have been nicked by a rock. Don't think we can transmit files.

Ramiel prepares himself.
the pilot holds up a piece of paper to the screen. "We have the papers right here, see?"

Fried Silver: "ram use the sensors on the rock to see it any mining or explocive damage was done."

Ramiel tries to make out any details

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(78)+35= 113

GM (GM): You pep as best you can with your peepers
You can make out the letter head of the Space Union

Jakob Yasha: ( Your call Ram. )

Ramiel shakes his head. "Negative Pearl Diver. Video feed is not sufficient . Requesting Boarding procedures to check documents and manifest. Over."

Pilot: Listen Cyclone, and we clearly have a transmission problem, why not just meet us on the rock and we can do physical proofs?
over

Ramiel: (( I'll scan their rocks in the meantime. ))

Fried Silver: "Ram, may I suggest you sensor the astroroids for any mining damage

Ramiel: rolling 1d100
(19)= 19
shiet

GM (GM): You make out didly squat in the rock, ram.

Jakob Yasha: ( Can the guys manning the turrets scan or is it not as advanced as the driver's stuff? )
( i.e., just for finding enemies

Pilot: Cannot comply Cyclone. Contract refuses foreign parties. Contaimination risk, over.

Joanna: (( It's a trap I can feel it

Ramiel: (( You think LGI will let us override that? ))
(( I'm tryin to play this straight. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Deep down, I really hope it's all just a bunch of conveniences. But this is one too many. )

Joanna: (( Play it straight for now ))

Fried Silver: "Well, we have no proof of mining, they don't even have an explosive payload on their ship."
"So they're clean."
brb

Ramiel: "Copy Pearl Diver. shut down all weapon hardpoints off for rendezvous. We'll meet you on the rock. Have your papers ready."

GM (GM): Bit of an impass: Meet them on the rock or force a boarding.
Or blow them up.

Pilot: Acknowledged, Cyclone.
Proceed to rock?

Fried Silver: Yes

Ramiel: yep
"Everyone suit up, and proceed with caution. Make sure they have a manifest and everythin is in order."

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob responds, suiting up in the DS suit.

Ramiel: (( I'll stay onboard GM, send my drone out in my stead. ))

Joanna: (( I'll take the EVA ))

GM (GM): You are one the rock.

Ramiel: (( normalsuit or GUS? ))
(( My drone it out there right, not me? ))

GM (GM): ((Isn't your drone a rotor drone?))

Joanna: (( GUS bein? )

Ramiel: (( That's right. So I guess not then. ))

GM (GM): ((General Use Space Suit))

Ramiel: (( I still kinda want to stay with the ship though. ))

Joanna: (( Well I'd say something with armour or at least a faceplate ))

Ramiel: (( Wear armor over the suit. ))

GM (GM): ((Well, you could just have someone carry your drone around, point it at bad guys.

Jakob Yasha: ( Duct tape it to someone's head, just look in someone's direction and fire. )

Joanna: (( I don't have armour! ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Wait, don't you have the EVA suit? )
( There were 2 of those and 1 GS, and I got the GS. )

Ramiel: ( (I have 3 EVA suits in my ship, 2 GUS suits, and 1 DS suit. ))

GM (GM): Yeah, you should have 5 suits, 3 thin and 2 GUS.

Joanna: (( I'll grab the GUS ))

GM (GM): Enjoy vectorjets

Ramiel: I'll stay in the ship still GM, If someone wants to carry my drone, that's cool. but I think I should stay. "

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah, I'll lug it around. )
( Carry it with my left hand, smack with my right. )

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/jYFefppqEtE ))
Explore the rock?

Joanna: Yep

Jakob Yasha: ( Best not if we're going to meet the landing "bio" party. )

Ramiel: "Pearl Diver, what is your location. Over?"

Cyclone: , right where we have been this whole time, tied to the rock. over?

Pilot: We have a party on rock coming for you, over.

Jakob Yasha: ( Can I roll perception, maybe get a view around or maybe spot them? )

Ramiel: "alright, we're headed over.... Over."

GM (GM): ((Sure!))

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(78)+15= 93

Pilot: Over, over.

Joanna: What do you see Jakob?

GM (GM): You see one of the men apparently scouting you out.

Jakob Yasha: "... One of the ship crew. Behind the rock. Looking at us..." Jakob says.

GM (GM): By their headlamps you see them. Four and a rusty rover approaching.

Jakob Yasha: "There's more behind him. Three in a vehicle."

Joanna: 4 v 4...

Astro: Krrrt who are you?krrt

Fried Silver: "Hello there sir! Did you bring the papers for a more up close and personal examination?"

Ramiel: "Cyclone crew, you have your papers?

GM (GM): The four figures appear armed with Eo weapons and wearing DS suits. Dinks and rust show that they likely have been doing this a while.

Astro: Krrt Yeah, where are your papers Cyclone Crew Krrrt

Jakob Yasha: ( Do we have papers? )

GM (GM): (You're from logos, you have no papers! You do have a digital authentification file.))

Ramiel: "Pearl Diver crew, you're the ones under investigation here. Present your papers."

Jakob Yasha: ( Do we have that on our person to show? )

Fried Silver: (Yeah, we got papers for the job from Sarah.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Ok, good. )

GM (GM): (Flash digital display device that your probably already have?)

Ramiel prepares to take aim with one of the ship's lasers, should he need to.

Fried Silver: (Yeahh.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah. They might be more compliant then. Unless they're against who we're working for and open fire. )

GM (GM): One of the men approaches and hands you a pad.

Fried Silver Brings up the paperwork and contract that Sarah provided us for the job.

Joanna puts her hand on her revolver...

GM (GM): There you see one the form is not filled out... except one thing.

Jakob Yasha: ( Let's check those papers to let them into Astrotzka. )

GM (GM): ...The stamp at the bottom is Mr. Floren's corporation!

Jakob Yasha: ( Should we let them know? This is a private mission. )

Man: Krrt I think that's enough, right? Krrt

Ramiel: (Nah )

Fried Silver: "Yes, thank you for your compliance, have a nice day."

Ramiel: (( I think we should take 'em down. Mr' Floren told us to get in with the fox girl after all... this is our in.))

Fried Silver: (were working with floran right now, no need to piss him off.)

Jakob Yasha: ( That sounds really damn risky. )

Joanna: (( I agree with Ramiel on this one ))

Ramiel: (( Well it's his fault for not specifying. ))

Joanna: (( This might be a test ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Plus, who's to say they're public enemy #1 for Sarah's company? They might not even know that Floren's got it out for them. )

Fried Silver: (well, they could been mining on the rock and THEn in entered logos space.)

Jakob Yasha: ( I think we should just move on with our mission. Our suspicions have been removed and everything seems fine for now. )

Ramiel: (( Either way, they are out of their jurisdiction, thjeir papers aren't filled, and it's our job to help LGI. ))
(( plus we have superior firepower here. ))

Fried Silver: (( Were working with Mr.Floren, we don't need to fail and lose the 35k and get on a hit list.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Gonna have to trust y'alls judgement here, because I'm gonna have to be out for a few minutes to get dinner. Sorry, will be back in about 5 minutes or so. )

Ramiel: (( Well Mr. Floren wanted us to get in with Sarah. Getting "in" with her means we help her at every corner."

Fried Silver: "Guys, lets get going, all were foing is wasting these men fine time. Nudges on the shoulder"

Joanna: (( One sec ))

Fried Silver goes back to the ship

Fried Silver Ramiel "Ram, they have better firepower."

GM (GM): Seeing the droid retreat, the men look at each other.

Ramiel: "All they have is lasers way far away, we have them here."
(( you guys feel like wrapping up here? ))

Fried Silver: "One is lifting an 300 pound minigun!"

GM (GM): ((Plasma Ejector))

Joanna: (( We could, I feel like total shit ))

Fried Silver: "And im sure if they have that their armor would be a lot better than ours."

GM (GM): ((Flu still upon you, man?))
((Well I suppose we could wrap up. I will admit I feel tickled pink drawing you guys into conflict of interests that have your debating and uncertain.))

Jakob Yasha: ( It's either that or we doubt each other and hold suspicions as to who's doing what )

GM (GM): ((Of course, Ram's ship has a 50% chance of just outright vaporizing them.))

Joanna: (( It shifted into stomach now ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm satisfied with us exceeding your expectations on what we choose to do )

Fried Silver: (( then we get destroyed by the pearl diver))

Jakob Yasha: ( Shit man, sorry to hear that )

GM (GM): ((I'm sorry man, I went through that and found out I was allergic to an antibiotic.))
((And no one wants to die from something that has 'pearl' in the name.))

Fried Silver: (( docs want sick/injured people so they drain money from ya!)

Ramiel: (( alright, I'll leave you guys to recover. ))

Joanna: (( I think we can interrogate them, get their secrets and well.. take care of them ))

GM (GM): Ramiel takes off! Blowing a cloud of space dust as he abandons you all!

Jakob Yasha: ( RAAAMIEEEEELL! )

Ramiel: (( NO NO. I thought we were ending the session cause you guys felt sick and it was around time. ))

Fried Silver: (joke)
(head)

GM (GM): I know, I just wanted to do my 1 joke a day.

Ramiel: (( YAMERO ))

GM (GM): When you are a GM, you do things in a campaign and they say, you are joking. You are not joking. That is what happens to GMs.
Okay okay

Session End!