Space RPG Session #13

GM (GM): Well, I diddy up alittle on Space Rules. The long and short is that any roll except 01 is a hit and there is a chart on how many missiles a successful defence roll takes out.
Yep.
https://youtu.be/N9qYF9DZPdw

DEEP IN SPACE

Fried Silver: Shit us use to listen to this in the 3rd grade.

Dio: o god
this song
Our heroes are on a large asteroid face to steely face with the disconcerting crew of the Pearl Diver.

Joanna: (( So what are we going to do ))
They are presented with a choice: Corruption and compliance or order and ordinance.

Box-O-Rocks: (( order and Ordinance ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry, the website didn't ping )

Box-O-Rocks: (( DUES VULT ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm here. )

To let them pass on vested interest or halt them for inquisition.

GM (GM): BoR wants to blast them.

Fried Silver: (( Well im sure pissing of the mob boss were working with gets us a top place on a shit list. ))

Remember! The plucky droid spotted a crew man with a plasma back pack on your side!

Ramiel: (( Nah, we're in deep cover. It's what we gotta do. ))

GM (GM): ((Technically the worst you are supposed to shoot at them is a citation.

Fried Silver: "So what's the hold up gang? The papers passed?"

GM (GM): ((But the best kind of citation is a steamy crater, after all.))

Dio: (( so whats the story so far we still on logos))

Ramiel: (( GM, what kind of lasers do we have? Are the like a barrel or does it just focus a lense at what it shoots at? ))

GM (GM): ((http://pastebin.com/wz5UzsLp Not quite the latest. Long story, you got pushed by a goods buyer to REDACTED the fox you saved from the Dark Sector.))

Fried Silver: (( And were on a metorite.))

GM (GM): ((AGL-250M. Basically a giant lensed flashlight. Why?))

Dio: (( alrighty roo, should i rp as my character in dio till i get the offical charracter sheet))

Fried Silver: (( Just act how the character would act.."

Dio: (( lol k ))

Joanna: (( I dunno whether to kill them or let them go ))
(( I could try to get some info from them ))

Fried Silver: (( Smmoze them about how we're contracted with Floran.))

Ramiel: (( I was wondering if I could try and focus my aim on the plasma guy without it being super obvious. ))

Joanna: (( I'd rather not do that... I'll do try to use my sex appeal ))

GM (GM): ((Not -super obvious- remember that sound conduction here is zip.))

DPman: So are we good here? krrt

Ramiel: (( alright. ))

At this time...

The: planetoid rumbles!

Joanna: So what a spaceman like you doing in a place like this?

DSman2: Biological resear--

Jakob Yasha: "What was that?"

The shakes incur and the men stumble!

Ramiel: "Pearl Diver, what is happening!? "

Pearly: HEADS UP CYCLONE, 10' on portside!

Fried Silver: "We'll with this shaking it best if both parties get back to their ships!"

GM (GM): Hurtling torward the Cyclone comes a massive chunk of rock!

Fried Silver: "Evey I suggest we evac this rock now!"

Ramiel jets the engines to dodge

GM (GM): Everyone who doesn't want to find out the damage roll dodge!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30+30
(15)+30+30= 75

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(84)= 84

Jakob Yasha: ( Shit, get to the ship! )
rolling 1d100+45
(82)+45= 127

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(70)+25= 95

Ramiel: goddammit

Fried Silver: (( Well im in the ship, would my dodge be rams?))

GM (GM): Everyone! Roll! dodge!

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35
(63)+35= 98

GM (GM): Yes, and you sucked!

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 20
(26)+20= 46

Ramiel jerks as his ship takes a hit. "Motherfucker!"

GM (GM): ((I actually didn't plan much on this.))

Dio: rolling 1d100 + 30
(53)+30= 83

GM (GM): Jakob, wanna dodge?
You too dio!

Ramiel: (( well I fumbled super hard. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I did dodge. )

Dio: ( would that be it )

GM (GM): Oh yeah, the largest crewman dodges the best.
RC!

Jakob Yasha: ( Fat man got good speed )

GM (GM): The boulder presses you into the dust on it's barreling terror!
Take
10d10 damage
rolling 10d10 damage
(4+5+2+3+2+8+7+3+7+4)= 45

Fried Silver: rolling 10d10
(6+7+2+5+10+2+4+2+5+8)= 51

GM (GM): Cyclone!
You take the mass of the mass

Dio: ooo

GM (GM): Take

Ramiel: fug

GM (GM): rolling 1d10 shp damage!
(6)= 6
600 hp for normies

Ramiel tries his best to pull himself of the rock

Joanna grabs half smashed Fried

GM (GM): You assess the situation.

Joanna: We need EVAC

GM (GM): The cabin seems fine. Damage reports report no ruptures.

Fried Silver: "Oh course, we stick around and wait for something bad to happen."

GM (GM): Looks like the armor and low gravity kept the damage down.

Ramiel: (( of course the first thing to damage my ships isn't a weapon, but a big fucking rock. ))

GM (GM): But that bolder.
Roll pilot skill!

Dio: "Pah my luck first day outside of logos and this happens"

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(79)+30= 109

GM (GM): Your assessment is simple: You're pinned.

Jakob Yasha: ( How much does the rock weigh? )

GM (GM): Launching with that holding you down would either rip half the ship off or throw off you flight path right back into the asteroid.

Fried Silver: "So, please tell be that it at least didn't trap us in the ship Ram."

Ramiel: (( IT shouldn't be hard o move in space if my ship stopped it's velocity. ))

GM (GM): (( I'd say 20 tons, Jakob. I think. I'm sure there is a better way of figuring it out.))
Joanna: FFs

Ramiel blasts the ship

GM (GM): The pearl diver crew looks in disarry.
The ship?

Ramiel: ( (I mean, the rock ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Both as a joke and for curiosities sake, can I roll to push the rock? )

GM (GM): ((That could have consequences, proceed?))

Ramiel: (( How? Lasers cut, they don't explode, and light doesn't carry any mass. ))

GM (GM): ((Sure you can push the rock. Might not do anything but you can!))

Jakob Yasha: ( Just off to the side. Who knows. )
rolling 1d100+130
(48)+130= 178

GM (GM): ((Do you know how hot molten rock is?))

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah you ass )

GM (GM): The rock does not budge.

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh well. )

Ramiel: (( Well how about I use vector thrusters to push my ship with the rock? ))

GM (GM): ((As a GM, and an jerk, I will ask you to roll pilot for that answer.))

Fried Silver: "All we had to do was leave, but you guys acted like the rock sitting on top of our ship."

GM (GM): You get a message from the Pearl Diver.
Do you answer?

Joanna: (( Go for it, we're fucked on this rock ))

Ramiel: (( Sure. what does it say? ))

GM (GM): ((Please, in space we consider that "Deep intimate relations with this rock."))

MESS: : Attention Cyclone, having fun?

Dio: (( "intimate" ))

MESS: : This is why you don't land on asteroids
: Tell you what, we can tow that rock up and off you but we could use some backup in our research.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(60)+30= 90
(( rolling to see if I can push this rock with my thrusters ))

Fried Silver Sighs "Are we gonna get into an endless job doing job loop now."

GM (GM): In your professional opinion, no. But you are certain you could but might send the ship in a spiral.
I should explain.
It's a 'no' in the sense that you can hear your pilot instructor shouting from the blackened void, straight to your mind, about how this is not safe and a bad idea.
((On the upside Silver, one of these jobs might actually pay you something sometime.))

Ramiel: (( Yeah but fuck working for these guys. Science says I should be able to push this rock it isn't moving anymore because I have force. ))
(( I'm angry, angry about space rocks! ))

GM (GM): ((And the friction generated from the departure might turn into potential energy, which will jump up your speed when you are free of the rock.))
((It is essentially a risk.))
((Dare you? Dare you not?))

Ramiel: ((let me ask you this, will it be a dodge roll to save this ship from hitting something else? ))

Fried Silver: "Just accept their help, our competence reminds me of the stupid pure humans that I served beforehand."

GM (GM): ((If you could get this rock pulled away from you, you could depart abit easier.))
Roll sensors.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100
(91)= 91

GM (GM): ((What is the ships hp, currently?))

Fried Silver: 4shp

Ramiel: nope, 14 shp

GM (GM): Right.

Fried Silver: oh yeah, the hull

Ramiel: I got the armor upgrade a long time ago

GM (GM): You scan possible flight paths.
It appears there are at least two Bogies in the way.

Fried Silver: "Listen, were literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, just get help from the Floran workers."

Ramiel: (( Do I know what they are? ))

GM (GM): ((Rocks.
((Everything here is rocks.

Ramiel: "No. Fuck these guys, I won't be a pawn for these fuckers. "

GM (GM): ((When you die, you see the rocks...))
Just then... Another quake.

GM (GM): Landing party!
You look P. South

Fried Silver: "WE GOT OUR SHIT KICK BY ROCKS YOU INCOMPETENT IGNORAMUS!"

GM (GM): You see the Pearl Diver blowing it's tethers... Without it's crew!

Ramiel is cursing up a storm in his cockpit.

Fried Silver: "Cause appearenly some people don't know when to go!"

GM (GM): ((Verbal Abuse, a complex algorythm Silver learned from Joanna.))
Incoming message from Pearl Diver.

Joanna: Welp

Ramiel: (( also, I have some trouble interpreting what you mean by that last statement. ))
(( What do mean about the tethers? ))

GM (GM): ((Oh wait, rocks, box-o-rocks. I didn't intend that.))

Fried Silver: "Why did I have to get bought by a superstar and not by a restraunt?"

Joanna: Discount price

GM (GM): Oh right. Yeah it's in the gear. Last session we established the PD is on the rock by docking lines.

Joanna: Also the fact you were found amongst dead kitchen staff

GM (GM): ((The PD is detatching them so it can leave.))
((Silver is an unsanitary appliance.))

Ramiel: Also, what is the pearl diver telling me?

Fried Silver: "You know good actors can lie easly right? I guess your not a good actor."
"Aslo I would like some proof to the whole thing about me killing chefs."

MESS: : Attention Cyclone. Lift off now! planet unstable, abandon crew if necessary.

Ramiel: "I'm stuck under a fucking rock! I've been trying. "

Fried Silver: "Ram you can go down with this ship, call help for me and the others."

Dio: RC! Ever alert you spot something in the horizon, it looks... like a man without a space suit.

GM (GM): Whoop

Ramiel: "Pearl Diver. Can you get us out or what? "

PearlD: This is Pearl Diver, we can lend assistance. We will settle the bill later okay?

Ramiel: "Fucking FINE!"
"EVERYONE ONBOARD OR DIE HERE"

Jakob Yasha gets onto the ship.

With a massive crash a tether is launched into the rock

Joanna rushes into the ship

GM (GM): The man appears to be approaching!

Fried Silver: Rolling perspective on man
rolling 1d100 + 40
(60)+40= 100

GM (GM): He appears to be... a man.
A pale man.
He appears to have some gold accutremons on him.

Fried Silver: "Ram theres a man approaching, let him in?"

GM (GM): He holds out his hand and the tether fizzes and bursts into the blazing fire!

Fried Silver: (( Wait, i though i was in ship?

GM (GM): ((Oh right, you are, I put the token up because I thought you might need it.))

Ramiel: "WHat the FUCK?! What is this asshole doing?"

Joanna: I have no idea

GM (GM): The tether is giving! The pearl diver kicks the rockets and the boulder heaves!

Jakob Yasha: ( Want me to go out and stop him? )

Ramiel: "How is there fire in space?!"

Fried Silver: "Ram kick it leave this asshole here!"

PD: Krrrrt Best you're getting Cyclone! Take off now or kiss rocks again!

GM (GM): ((It's not a fire, its a blaze! Very different! Much hotter!))
Roll anything to launch!

Ramiel guns it.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(55)+30= 85

GM (GM): Lost the map

You gun it!

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/swt9RvFEEr0
The lights flare!
COLLISION WARNING!

Ramiel attempts to dodge

Fried Silver: "Well, now were working 2 jobs for Mr.Floran."

GM (GM): You see one rock on an intercept course with you as the ship corckscrews through the void!
Roll penalty! -40

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+10
(74)+10= 84

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(48)= 48
You succeed!

Ramiel: (( Can I right myself now? ))

GM (GM): ((You may.))
Everyone is getting heavily associated with the left wall otherwise.

Ramiel levels the ship out, pissed beyond all belief

GM (GM): The screen blares again.
It's boogie #2.

Joanna: That's 2 too much

Ramiel grumbles about how much it will cost the repair the hull

GM (GM): You're already compensated. Use lasers to blast it?

Ramiel: asteroid right?

GM (GM): Yep.

Ramiel: (( might be easier to just dodge it ))
rolling 1d100+30+30
(67)+30+30= 127

GM (GM): Sure sure.
It appears you are in the safe zone

Ramiel: (( Did the Pearl diver get hit? ))
(( It looks like that red bar went down. ))

GM (GM): You look to the PD.

Fried Silver: "Lets just pray that the new job we have now doesn't involve this ship."

GM (GM): It appears fires have broken out on the ship and flame jets from it's hull.
It's clearly under going a tough time.
Do anything or let them literally fry?

Fried Silver: "Well, the least we could do is help them ontp our ship."

Joanna: Ramiel, we could grab them and have them pay for our repairs

Ramiel: "What are we gonna do. We don't have fire suppression systems for other ships... Most we can do is pick up survivors"

Fried Silver: "No Joanna, we would be even since without them we would be trapped on the rock."
"Then We save them!"

Ramiel maneuvers his ship to pull a bit closer to the Pearl Diver. "Pearl Diver, you're ship could go down any second, eject now!"

Ramiel: (( I still kind of want to maintain a safe distance. ))

PD: We need assistance!

GM (GM): The ship's communication is cut as explosions rip the ship.

Ramiel: "We don't have any fire suppression systems Pearl Diver! You MUST eject."

Dio fastens my helmet "Do we have any jetpacks on board, I can be outside to catch the driver"

GM (GM): Communications are offline. You have no way of knowing if they headed your advice.

Ramiel open up the comms, "What the fuck is happening? Who was that guy on the rock Silver?"

Fried Silver: "A pale human that wasn't even wearing any space gear!"

GM (GM): Afk for a sec.

Ramiel: "Could it be an android? "

Fried Silver: And he just shot the cable and Bam, it started cooking.."

Jakob Yasha: "... Do you think it's one of those mutants? With the goo?"

Fried Silver: "... Don't get me started on androids."
"Why would someone froma suburbia cult be on an astroid?"

Dio: "It could be fortified, landing on an asteroid could be dangerous especially when it drifts into a belt"

Ramiel: "But what it's related to that space slug that possum had... one of those?"

Fried Silver: "I seen no slugs on the guy at all."

Joanna: Ummm
I had a script once that had a creature like that

GM (GM): Back

Joanna: Called "Ancient"
But it was lucidcrous

Ramiel: "So... anyone want to volunteer to look for survivors... the first hour is crucial."

Jakob Yasha: "Ok."
( I got a DS suit on. I think those have jetpacks. )

Dio unfastens and removes his helmet showing 1140 engraved on the side of his head "Is there any jetpacks on board. i could find a few survivors with that sir"

Fried Silver: "Well the non organ will go."

GM (GM): ((I vote you space RC for pointing out something that could have been useful before half of your were crushed.))

Fried Silver: (( What was he pointing out again?))

GM (GM): ((That exactly what happened can happen when you do what you did.))

Fried Silver: (( Oh yeah the astoid belt stuff.))

Ramiel: "RC. We have some GUS suits with jetpacks, might be able to detach one, Jakob, may want to stick with the DS suit. "

Jakob Yasha: "Hm."

GM (GM): RC is ready to deploy

Ramiel: "First things first though... We need some way to pull the ship free from the asteroid field... at least to a less populated area."

Dio: I can only seal my suit for a limited time sir, is there another airlock i could use to refill oxygen if you know what decides to hit the fan

Fried Silver: "Well anyway we use the grapple that was used on the rock as a way to use to pull out?"

Ramiel: "I think we should grab the cable from the ship first RC. Then tug it with us out of here."

GM (GM): ((I'm afraid I'm confused. Why do you need a tether?))
((You're not pinned to anything.))

Ramiel: (( I want to use a tether from the PD to tug the ship out of the field. ))

Fried Silver: ((Hook teather to ship and move to pull shit.))

GM (GM): ((Ooh, their ship, right.))
((Right right.))
Okay!

Actions?

Ramiel: pull up next to their ship, search for a tether.

GM (GM): Remember, just because you have no idea what do to doesn't mean you can't find a way to help
You approach the ship. Burnt wreckage by now.

Fried Silver: "So ram you know anything about space tow trucking?"

Ramiel observes the ship for movement.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(39)+35= 74

Fried Silver: "Also RC let me help out, why not use the inorganic being for help on a space job like this?"

GM (GM): Yep, the ship is still there.

Dio shrugs "Heh, lead the way tin man"

GM (GM): Holes in the side suggest internal explosions, the tether is freefloating but screwed to the ship. The docking grommit is still red hot.
Dio! What are your actions?
If anyone is free flying in space then you literally have only this instant to find them!

Fried Silver Gets out of the ship and goes inside thru the holes in the side

Dio: ill fasten my helmet back on and seal my suit and stand in the airlock holding on to the side waiting for fried

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm heading out through space. Rolling for perception. )
rolling 1d100+15
(78)+15= 93

Ramiel: "Hey guys, keep your eyes on the prize, I want to tow the ship out of here. ))

GM (GM): ((What is that one song? It goes ba dun dun dun dunt-- dun dunt dun dunt- ba dun dun dun dunt -dun dunt dun dunt?
It's like obligatory for space, aint it?
Back at hand!
Jakob, will you use any gear for your search?
Optics I mean.
You obviously have a suit.

Jakob Yasha: ( Might as well. Didn't know there was. )

GM (GM): Wait, sorry, mind 3.

Jakob Yasha: ( Does that add to my perception roll? )

GM (GM): There is... RC's helmet.

Jakob Yasha: ( Anything I see? )

GM (GM): No but it does lower the difficulty.
You do see!

Fried Silver: (( So whos getting the tow rope?))

GM (GM): You see one crewman hurtling through space!
His speed: 90mph.

Jakob Yasha: ( I can get him. )
( What do I need to roll? )

GM (GM): ((Sure.
No roll.
Just gun it until you catch up to him.

Fried Silver fried grabs onto the tow rope and directs it to our ship.

Jakob Yasha flies off towards the crewman, hoping to catch him before he goes off into the vast emptiness of space.

GM (GM): Getting wee lag here.
((Really it's an issue of matching his speed and such but you don't worry about that!))

Fried Silver: "So Ram anywhere i should place this?"

GM (GM): Fried! You you have a jet pack or anything?

Ramiel: "Is the cable still able to attach?"

Fried Silver: (( yeah, we had 3 right?))

Ramiel: (( I think he took a jetpack from a GUS suit. ))

GM (GM): Ah, right

The: tether looks like a regular electromagnet.

GM (GM): One that is the size of a car but still a magnet.

Jakob Yasha: ( Did I nab him? )

GM (GM): Kob-to-the-jay!

Fried Silver: perp roll on if teather is attached to ship.
rolling 1d100 + 40
(57)+40= 97

GM (GM): To thrust till you can thrust no more! Eventually you catch the guy. Breaches in his suit have formed into ice and frost.
You grab him and head back.
...Head back.
...Head back!
Oh, dear.

Jakob Yasha: ( Nah it's cool, I got it :^) )

GM (GM): You encounter the cruel mistress

Fried Silver Fried heads back to the ship with the teather.

Jakob Yasha: ( The cruel mistress... of? )

GM (GM): You didn't have enough fuel in the suit to reverse thrust!

Jakob Yasha: ( I never used the thrust before. The fuel tanks are that small? )
( Blimey. )

GM (GM): You jet as best you can but the the little steam jets peter off with you headed away at a mere 10mph.

Jakob Yasha: ( Does the crewman have a jetpack on him? )
( Or thrusters of any sort? )

GM (GM): Nope!

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. )

GM (GM): You need a pick up.
One the upside, you have a radio
On the downside, you are adrift in space.

Jakob Yasha calls Ramiel through the radio. "These thrusters are garbage. I need pickup. Warn the others so they don't run out too."

Fried Silver: "Thank for the info Jakob."
Ramiel: "Hold up Silver... gotta pick up Jakob. Be weary of your jetpacks, fuel is finite."

Dio looks out the airlock past where jakob vanished out of sight in the airlock window "Ramiel, ive lost sight of jakob has he called in on the radio"

GM (GM): (( Rolling for space sharks))

Joanna: (( Not much for me to be doing here. Not much of a tech ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll punch the shit outta those space sharks. )

Ramiel: (( The least you can do is keep us in good spirits ))

Jakob Yasha: ( And use their teeth for gauntlets like I did in Endtown. )

GM (GM): I'm going to need a sensors roll to relocate jakob.
Also, did you guys attach the docking tether?

Ramiel: rolling 1d100
(39)= 39

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm a giant bear in a space suit. I'm pretty sure the crewmen from the burnt out spaceship can see me. )

GM (GM): You've got a general where they are.

Fried Silver: (( a.k.a space.))

GM (GM): Luckily Jakob is big and sweaty enough to give a heat sig under a suit.

Jakob Yasha: "Ramiel. We are slowly drifting away. We can't get to you."

GM (GM): Just then
((I gotta stop the Just Then, sometime.))

Jakob Yasha: SUDDENLY

GM (GM): The astroman taps your helmet and points in the distance.

Jakob Yasha: OUT OF THE BLUE

GM (GM): There you see some object made of gold?

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll perception the direction his finger is pointing. )
rolling 1d100+15
(57)+15= 72

GM (GM): You seem some sort of object made of gold.
It is orbient flavored.
It is about 100ft away. If not for nothing else being nearby you would never have seen it.

Jakob Yasha: ( Well it's a bad thing we both got a mind of 3, because neither I nor Jakob knows what an orbient is. )

GM (GM): As you drift pass, the welcoming flood lights of the Cyclone paint your back.

Jakob Yasha: "Ramiel. There is something off in the distance. Something... gold."

Ramiel pulls next tom Jakob, searching for the gold object

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(1)+35= 36

Fried Silver fried enters the ship and continues looking for survivors.

Ramiel: . . .

GM (GM): Yeah, fun fact: There is alot of gold in the asteroids.

Dio fastens my helmet and seals my suit and steps out into space through the airlock after jakob

GM (GM): You miss it. you almost miss Jakob again if he wasn't trying to swim back to the ship.
You pull him aboard and the drifter.

Fried Silver: "... This was a failior."

Ramiel: "Yeah, superfun..."

GM (GM): Actions? Jump back into the big black to get the shiney?
About face to haul the Pearl Diver to dock?

Fried Silver: (( sure, lets haul it.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Check status of crewman. _
( What should I roll? )

GM (GM): First aid, any medical.
First, remove his helmet or suit?

Jakob Yasha: ( I know none of those things. I'll remove the helmet. )

Fried Silver: (( while hes in the ship i hope.))

Ramiel: ( (WAIT ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I stop. )

Ramiel: (( IN THE SHIP ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah, we are in the ship aren't we? And the air's flowing fine in here, isn't it? )

Ramiel: (( I just wanted to make sure. ))

GM (GM): ((First laugh of the day!
(He does have mind 3... Mistakes can happen.))
You remove the helmet. Unlike normal suits this is all latches and screws.
You open it and water spurts forth for a second.

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. Shit. Since it's already removed, can't go back on my choice. But I don't think he's meant for air. )

Fried Silver: "Ram is there any medical tools stored on the ship?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Perception his suit and condition? )

GM (GM): sure.

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(80)+15= 95

Ramiel: "I mean maybe... There should be a first aid kit onboard somewhere."

GM (GM): By your beady eyes he appears to be couring up a ton of water.

Fried Silver: "Well search for one! Im the only one hear with the basic of first aid!"

Jakob Yasha: ( Can I identify his species? )

Ramiel: "I'm piloting! Just look!"

GM (GM): Sorry, lag
Also, about time we had a ship interior map.
The species is turtle.
He is coughing up alot of water.

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 40
(96)+40= 136
First aid search.

GM (GM): Not a damn thing.
Just afew suits and everyone's personal items.

Jakob Yasha: ( Can I assist him in getting the water out? Push down on his chest to get the water out? )
( Don't remember how to do it. )
( Oh yeah, no medical skills. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Jakob Yasha: ( Should I roll? )

Fried Silver: Ill do it
rolling 1d100 + 50
(82)+50= 132

Jakob Yasha: ( Go ahead. )

GM (GM): Yeah, that won't crush his ribs.
You do the ol' cpr and the turtle turns over and vomits some more water up.

Dio: (( should we google him ))

GM (GM): Those of you familar with DS suits realize that he was drowning in the o2 water system.
You appears fine now.
Minus afew brain cells.

Jakob Yasha: ( Should we go back out and try to search for more? )

Fried Silver: (( If yall want to i will))

Jakob Yasha: ( Can I refuel my thrusters? )

GM (GM): Sure.
You have saved a dud!

Jakob Yasha: ( Yay. )

Dio: ( woo. )

GM (GM): Also, looks like their operation is over so... Go home?
Or do something else?
They say Pao is nice this time of solar rotation.

Jakob Yasha: ( Thought we were gonna go and try to find any more survivors. Unless Silver didn't discover any in the wreckage. )

Fried Silver: "Well, whos gonna break to Mr.Floran about the insident?"

Joanna: ( I'd say go to Logos, get ship repaired )

Joanna looks at Fried as to say "Keep your mouth shut" "Who?"

Fried Silver: ( I mean i did the /me stuff about entering it.)
"You know, the mobster were working for."

GM (GM): (( I think you should go back, get the gold thingie, then sell the PD for scrap.

Fried Silver: we're

Ramiel wanders back into the cockpit. "Someone search for that gold thing, might be useful"

Ramiel: "We should also tow in the Pearl Diver"

Jakob Yasha: ( Do we have the cable connected to the ship? )
( Otherwise, I can scan for the gold nugget and bring it back. )

GM (GM): Roll sensor!

Fried Silver: (Yeah, I thought i brought it up to the ship.)

GM (GM): Oh, okay.
Going back and getting the other ship will go without incident.

Dio: "I could run scans on the gold nugget, see how much we could get out of it"

GM (GM): Any mechanical tether is abit damaged so anyone with mechanical skills should probably be handling it.

Ramiel: Well lets head back to logos then

Fried Silver: (all i got is metal working)

GM (GM): (You smack the hot tether and watch the slag melt into the hull.
You are pretty sure that will hold it, or rip the ship open.
Upside, it works!
You return to logos.

GM (GM): Whoop.
Silver, roll metalworking in analyze the gold!

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 50
(67)+50= 117
"What do i looks like? A Dwarf or something?"

GM (GM): Although the air is starchy and disinfected, it's a much better experience than what you have been chugging on the ship or worse, through a suit.
Hiho hiho.
You discover that it's not just gold
it's reingold

Fried Silver: "Wait is Dwarf even a term used by you people?"

GM (GM): Sure. But little person is more polite

Fried Silver: (So its gold that has beer in it, guess im a dwarf.)

GM (GM): Reingold is a fabled to be gold refined by the space humans.
extremely pure although likely it can be recreated.
The market is similar to diamonds in that regard.

Ramiel: "Good, we can use it to fix my ship. "

GM (GM): Joanna excuses herself as she heads down and around the corner.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. Don't be long." Jakob commands. He looks at the remaining crewman of the destroyed ship.
( Is he awake or unconious? )

GM (GM): He is awake but unhappy

Joanna: I won't be

Fried Silver: "Well guys with this we could afford the ship repairs and fuel cost, and maybe a little stuff of the side like medical and repair tools."

Jakob Yasha: "Turtle man. What happened to your ship? )

Dio: Fixer finds a near by shop to repair the dents and damage to his armor from the asteroid

Turtle: "...Biological Research"*The turtle says with a sad, sullen defiance.

GM (GM): Let's see

Fried Silver: "No, I just need some repair tools to fix me up."

GM (GM): rolling 21d10
(5+6+5+7+6+10+8+6+1+3+7+7+9+8+9+10+1+4+2+6+4)= 124
Yep, he is not happy.

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. Roll persuasion to make him somewhat less pissed off to talk to him? )

GM (GM): Sure!
Pretty much have to.

Jakob Yasha: "Turtle. What happened to the ship? ... Please."
rolling 1d100+15
(55)+15= 70

GM (GM): Listless and dejected the man lies flat on the floor and looks at the ceiling.

Pilot: Ah, who gives a crude now. You wanna know?

Jakob Yasha: "Hm."

Pilot: That old ruins supermen crap.
stupid legends.

Fried Silver: "Well, guess ill go buy some repair tool."

Ramiel: "Find someone to repair the hull if you can."

Pilot: Well, on that bumhole of a rock we found one of their dwellings.

Fried Silver: "Well, what if I told you that's why the ship got destroyed?"

Jakob Yasha: "... Our trash can spotted a human. Without a suit. He was making the tether melt. Is that one of those supermen?"

Pilot: the whole rock is hollow. An engineered organism shapes a facility and supplies it with are and who knows what else.
Yeah one of them was there.
The forsaken place is called Bagobaun's keep.

Dio walks over to the local medical shop to make sure his implant is still working

Dio walks over to the local medical shop to make sure his implant is still working

Pilot: I would tell you No fruiting duh,tincan.

Jakob Yasha: ( Should we tell him we're working with his boss? )

Fried Silver: (no)

Joanna: (no)

GM (GM): ((That is alot of sudden and firm no's!))

Ramiel laments the damage to his ship elsewhere

Jakob Yasha: "Was that why you and your crew were there? To find them?"

Fried Silver: (Lets go report what happened to Fox lady.)

Ramiel drowns his woes in alcohol.

Pilot: No freaking duh.

Dio sighs and mutters to himself scratching his clone number engraving on the side of his head

Ramiel still keeps drinking despite some recent good news. Hey pays the ship repair fee.

Ramiel: (( Can I ope up a connection to the fox lady? ))

GM (GM): You dial her up.

Jakob Yasha: "... I'm sorry for what happened."

Pilot: Not your fault. It's all mine.

Fried Silver Joins in on the comms

Pilot: I blew off and left them there.

SarahComm: Hey guys. How did the mission go?

Ramiel: . /me begins speaking, mildly drunk "alright, while in an asteroid belt, we found one of Floren's vessels mining a rock. Very suspicious. They didn't have their papers in order... and uh... their ship was destroyed by some force there... 1 survivor. We tugged in the ship... You want it?"

Sarah: Floren? You mean the Gravitonium supplier?

Ramiel: "Yes."

Fried Silver: "Ram can you let the non intoxicated talk for this.?"

Ramiel: "I got this!"

Sarah: And we are now switching to an encrypted line.
So, run that by me again?

Ramiel: "Oh yeah, that ..."

Fried Silver: "But yes, the ship was destroyed from the inside out appearently."

Sarah: ...okay.
So, what happened?

Jakob Yasha: "... It was probably too late for them to flee." Jakob digs in his pocket and retrieves his wallet. He hands the turtle a $40. "Get drink."

Ramiel: "Ship didn't have papers, we tried to interrogate... and yeah... ship was burnt inside out.... We saw a human without a suit on the asteroid... nearly stranded us."

Dio: Fixer retrieves his armor and pays for the fee and suits up and clips his helmet to his side

GM (GM): The turtle continues to lay there, uninterested in the cash on his chest.
You gain 45hp to your armor fixy

Sarah: and the survivor, anything from him?

Ramiel: "I... Iunno. Jakob was the last one to talk to him... Thanks for the pick-me-up by the way... saved me a bunch on ship repairs."

Fried Silver: "Well thank you sir."

Sarah: It's LG insurance standard.
this is just horrible.
Turn in the survivor to security and we'll get a statement from him.
His is just... Horrible.

Fried Silver: "Yeah, the mission didn't go so smoothly."

Sarah: I never intended you guys to face any actual danger. Just get it, slap the ticket, and come back. I'm sorry but I can't work with you if there is going to be dangers of this degree that I can't predict.


Fried Silver: (( well im going guys, see ya later.))

Sarah: You guys are done, okay? I can't ask you to put yourselves at risk when I can't protect you.

Jakob Yasha: ( Later man. )

GM (GM): (Latter man!))

Joanna: (Later)

Jakob Yasha: ( But we saved her during the black out and proved we can somewhat survive a space attack so long as rocks aren't involved )

GM (GM): (Convince her?)

Jakob Yasha: ( Drunk Ramiel, work your silver tongue )

GM (GM): (Well, you must choose! Sarah wants to sympathy fire you! Take it and run or convince her you are tough stuff, and totally worth doing black hand mercenary work?)
We will conclude after this decision!

Jakob Yasha: ( I can't I'm at the ship )

Ramiel: "I've been through worse lady... far worse. This is just the first time I've been hit by a big fucking rock."

GM (GM): (His drone does not have a silver tongue...yet.))

Ramiel: (( Well I'm still on comm ))

Sarah: Could have been your last! You're still civilians!

GM (GM): ((Unicorn diva is good and convince women to do what she wants.))

Ramiel: "I'ma merc lady. Whhy else would I have military grade lasers and extra armor on my ship?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Ram's a merc, Joanna a druggee actor, Fried a murder-bot, a snake (enough said), and a giant bear. None of us are real civilian material. )

Sarah: It's not about your abilities or gear. You guys saved me, I can't ask you to run into a scenario that could have you killed on my orders.

Joanna: ( Joanna is not a druggee :P She's just addicted to plastic surgery )

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/ZyhrYis509A
afk

Joanna: Nah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNSUOFgj97M

Jakob Yasha: ( We gonna make a call? )

Ramiel: (( I say stick with her. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( It's your choice here since you and Silver are the only ones talking to her. But I agree also. )

GM (GM): Back

Ramiel: "We choose to take these missions Sarah... Not on your own orders alone... It's the nature of the lifestyle. Only thing that falls on you is intel and picking up when we need it."
((roll to schmooze? ))

GM (GM): ((That was pretty convincing but sure!))

Ramiel: (( Oh well I hope I don't fudge it then. ))
rolling 1d100+35+20
(95)+35+20= 150

GM (GM): ((Although I'm docking points for not making a MGS reference.))

Ramiel: lol

GM (GM): Good enough
Ramiel: >150
good enough

Sarah: Okay, perhaps it's best that you can handle the risks even if they are unexpected.
I suppose that is why that sector is restricted...
Then I have another mission for you if you choose to accept it...

Session end!

GM (GM): XP!

Ramiel: "Look, You don't need to worry so much for us. I'd only ask for your support when we need it."

GM (GM): Point.

Ramiel: So what's the XP from last session?

GM (GM): Oh yeah, I added that up.
It worked out to about 65xp
What with potential conflicts and roleplay and ideas and such.
This session.
Jakob gets 35xp for rescuing someone when it was very, very inconvenient for him.

Jakob Yasha: And for offering free drink

GM (GM): Space rescues are very hard! Watch the martian and stuff!
Ramiel gets 20xp for daring shipmanship
40xp then.

Ramiel: 20 and 40 for me?

GM (GM): No, 40 for jakob for rescuing then being so hands on with the vic.

Ramiel: aight

GM (GM): You gotta realize, Pilot was a bad guy. It totes would have shot you all if it worked out that way.
I suppose you should get 40 as this was a space heavy bit.
Although I regret it didn't make use of everyone else.
Can't think of too much else.
I'd say everyone else gets 15? Sound good?

Ramiel: Well I did have a silver tongue, but that might be stretching.

GM (GM): Point, that does change the story abit.

Jakob Yasha: Sounds good to me.

GM (GM): You get 50 for total.
This was kind of our field.
Who do you think was the MVP today?
RC and Jakob had alot of daring do.

Fried Silver was an assist.

Jakob Yasha: I'll vote for Ramiel.

Ramiel: Not me really, I fudged up twice

GM (GM): Joanna betrayed you all behind the scenes.

Jakob Yasha: Daw. :(

GM (GM): Yeah, you're kind of playing both Ramiel and the ship itself.
It's only mild betrayal!

Ramiel: I say Jakob

Jakob Yasha: We're at an impass then.

Ramiel: "No you deserve it! No you do!"
Jakob Yasha: Roll 1d2?

Ramiel: rolling 1d2
(1)= 1

GM (GM): sure

Jakob Yasha: Um... GM did you decide who was gonna be who on the roll?

GM (GM): Sorry lag
1: ram, 2 Jakob
rolling 1d2
(1)= 1
Rami!
Okay!
I gotta jet.

Ramiel: later man

GM (GM): I hope everyone did have fun!
Crap, something just fell over.

GM (GM): Okay, I's off. Good job everyone!