Chapter I: A Ship in Peril

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Feb 21, 2019 11:22 pm
Marbo ponders on the thought for a moment before chiming up.

"Ransom? Pirate Fleet? Perhaps... Check database. Missing Consortium vessels? How many. Location of Disappearance?

Marbos look of worry gets significantly worse as he thinks of a fleet of pirates with consortium vessels.

"Not known for ransoms. Execution more likely.
Marbo says as he takes a minute to think.

"Idea!" He shouts excitedly, standing up and speaking in Nemurlian extremely quickly whilst waving the empty autoinjector about, gesturing at it and moving it about the air.
Feb 21, 2019 11:33 pm
RobbOgden93 says:
Marbo ponders on the thought for a moment before chiming up.

"Ransom? Pirate Fleet? Perhaps... Check database. Missing Consortium vessels? How many. Location of Disappearance?

Marbos look of worry gets significantly worse as he thinks of a fleet of pirates with consortium vessels.

"Not known for ransoms. Execution more likely.
Marbo says as he takes a minute to think.

"Idea!" He shouts excitedly, standing up and speaking in Nemurlian extremely quickly whilst waving the empty autoinjector about, gesturing at it and moving it about the air.
Sighing, Cass hits the comm button. "Cassano to Engineer Bruce. Moira, check out the universal translator. Seems to be glitching." She ends the transmission and turns back to Marbo. "Okay, calm down and start over. Try not to short out the translation system."
Feb 21, 2019 11:41 pm
"Apologies. Marbo had idea. Strong mood stabilizers. Muscle Suppressants. Mixed with sleep aid. Deploy in air vents. Would take one man. Maybe two. Install through exterior mainenance points. Pirates sleep. Reclaim all vessels."

Marbo stops, working out some equation in the air ahead of him. tracing his fingers through the air and adding up numbers.

"Yes. Should work. Low risk. Marbo can create the gas. Thoughts?"
Feb 21, 2019 11:52 pm
Moonbeam says:
Sighing, Cass hits the comm button. "Cassano to Engineer Bruce. Moira, check out the universal translator. Seems to be glitching." She ends the transmission and turns back to Marbo. "Okay, calm down and start over. Try not to short out the translation system."
Moira jumps up and shouts into her comm as she begins work on the translator (which I assume is around?)

Commander! Yer alive! Whatever yeh did to mah ship, she’s fine now, yer welcome. Stressful day I’d imagine! Remind me to bring yeh some Carlenian Whiskey. Aged 15 cycles, finished in Carlenian Wolf husks. Lovely peaty flavor. Which is impressive, since Carlenia is an ice planet, and not known for peat bogs.

Rolls

Lasers, prepared and expert, translator - (3d6)

(252) = 9

Feb 22, 2019 12:45 am
RobbOgden93 says:
"Apologies. Marbo had idea. Strong mood stabilizers. Muscle Suppressants. Mixed with sleep aid. Deploy in air vents. Would take one man. Maybe two. Install through exterior mainenance points. Pirates sleep. Reclaim all vessels."

Marbo stops, working out some equation in the air ahead of him. tracing his fingers through the air and adding up numbers.

"Yes. Should work. Low risk. Marbo can create the gas. Thoughts?"
Nodding, Cass begins, "I think tha--"

She is interrupted by Moira on the comm.
lavtodd says:
Commander! Yer alive! Whatever yeh did to mah ship, she’s fine now, yer welcome. Stressful day I’d imagine! Remind me to bring yeh some Carlenian Whiskey. Aged 15 cycles, finished in Carlenian Wolf husks. Lovely peaty flavor. Which is impressive, since Carlenia is an ice planet, and not known for peat bogs.
Cass and Marbo both wince - it's so loud.

"Yeah, sorry about the damage, Moira. Great job as always at bringing her back to good as new. As for the whiskey, I can't stress this enough - I'm in. I can't wait to find out what ice peat tastes like. Also, if you're looking for me, I'm in the captain's ready room. Cassano out."


Returning her attention to Marbo, Cass tried again. "I think the gas is a great idea, Doc. The obvious issues are access and dissemination, but first things first. Get started on making the gas, and let me know if you need additional resources. As soon as I hear back from Spacefleet, I intend to get our crewmen back."
Feb 22, 2019 1:23 am
"One man. Outside maintenance ports of their ship. Shouldnt even set off sensors. Can be pumped from aerosol canisters. Co2 pressure. Should work. Marbo ppulls out a datapad and begins typing furiously, and wanders off without saying another word towards the medbay.

Anybody he passes hears him mumbling about ratios and possible dispersal systems.

As he gets to the medbay doors he stops and pings the coms to engineering.
"Engineering. Zlam. Need machine. Sending schematics."

Marbo sends a rudimentary drawing of a gas dispersal system to engineering, covered in notes that are nearly indecipherable.
Feb 22, 2019 1:38 am
Moira knocks on the door.

Commander? What did yeh just sent to mah folks? They cannae read it.
Feb 22, 2019 1:49 am
"Come," Cass says. As the door slides open, she says, "I imagine that's from Dr. Zlam. Try sick bay."
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Feb 22, 2019 1:50 am
"Engineering. Zlam. Addendum to last request. Need Plasma torch."
Feb 22, 2019 1:54 am
Moira lets out a hearty laugh.

And ye’ll have it, Doctor! Oi, Commander, where’s Zephyr and Mike?
Feb 22, 2019 2:03 am
Cass looks up again, startled. She shouldn't be, really - she knew as well as the rest of the senior staff how Moira approached her job with a kind of tunnel vision.
OOC:
@lavtodd: How close is Moira to Mike and Zephyr? Is she going to take the news badly?
Feb 22, 2019 2:13 am
OOC:
She’s fascinated by Mike and greatly appreciated Zephyr’s attitude. But she’s also got enough sense not to chew the "new kid" (you) out.
Feb 22, 2019 2:20 am
"They were leading the away team on the bait ship," Cass said matter-of-factly. "We weren't able to retrieve them." She waits a couple of beats before adding, "But we will."
Feb 22, 2019 2:26 am
Moira nods and somewhat too aggressively clasps Cassano’s shoulder.

Aye. I see what’cher doin’ there, Commander. Didn’t reply so my men in the engine room didn’t panic. Wise move. Well!

She pulls out a flask from her right shoulder strap.

Ta not findin’ our our friends and coworkers are brutally murdered by hostiles!

She takes a swig and passes it to the Commander.

Yeh’re far more fun than Darcy, Lass.
Feb 22, 2019 2:31 am
Cass accepts the flask with a wry smile, holds it up in slight toasting position, and says, "High praise," before taking a drink.
Feb 22, 2019 2:42 am
Just dinnae panic. If yeh wouldn’t do it yer self, yeh can’t ask yer men ta.

She straps the flask back in.

Like I said. Peaty. Well, ah’m off to give the good doctor a plasma torch!

She salutes and heads for the sick bay, via the engineering corridor. Hopefully Davis is doing all right, too.
Feb 22, 2019 3:17 am
bowlofspinach says:
Zephyr, you lead the Lieutenant down the corridor, following the life signs picked up by the tricorder. They are weak and although your tricorder can't identify the species, you are almost certain the lifeforms are dying.

The ship is small, made even smaller by the large number of rooms that are blocked off due to hull breaches, so it doesnt take long for you to reach the life signs. They are located behind a small door that is labelled "Cargo Bay C".

You open the door carefully, inspecting the room from the door to determine danger when you see the lifeforms: A group of large creatures, not quite Earth cows but very close to them in appearance. They are completely white, their skin appearing translucent in some places, and they are lying on the floor of the cargo bay, seemingly sick and in pain. When one of them spots you, it let's out a drawn out, deep sound unlike any animal you've ever heard.

Suddenly, the ship shakes violently and a loud screech vibrates through the entire ship. This is not just a tractor beam - The ship made physical contact with something.
There are a few seconds of silence, then a mechanical voice sounds through all hallways in the derelict ship: "Consortium officers, your ship has abandoned you. You are outmanned and outgunned. You will be taken into custody. If you surrender, you will not be killed."
OOC:
Zephyr, M1, it would be great if I could still get your reactions to this announcement. Everyone, feel free to keep going in this thread until I post the Chapter 2 threads tomorrow.
Zephyr looks at Lieutenant Felt to gauge his reaction. Lieutenant Felt looks back at Zephyr tentatively as though he's awaiting orders.

"Let's investigate this room first. It will be a moment before they get here if they board the ship. I'm sure we can talk our way out of this if M1 doesn't shoot first. Not to mention the fact that the Commander told us to submit to capture if needed. Nothing to worry about." Zephyr taps his communicator, "M1, we have located the lifeforms in Cargo Bay C. I believe the ship has stopped moving. We are going to investigate briefly and then make our way back to you. Borealis out."

Zephyr and Lt. Felt silently make their way into the cargo bay, waving their tricorders in front of them as they go. These creatures may need help, they may be valuable, or they may give us a clue to what's going on here. But most importantly, Zephyr has never seen this species before! This is an opportunity that can't be passed up.

"Now what do we have here..." he says as he begins to look over the injured creatures with the unbridled enthusiasm.
Feb 22, 2019 4:13 am
"Dramamine. 400 milligrams. Diluted cyanide, 400 mg, with counteracters to prevent death. Tetrahydracannabidiol, extracted from terran plant "cannabis", 1500mg. Friendlies require respiratory protection before contact. Dioxyethalate steroid should reduce side effects instantaneously if administered by Injection. Crew should carry autoinjectors in case of seal failure."

Moira walks in to see Marbo bent over a fumehood chamber mixing into a pressurized cylinder, while at the same time dictating to the interns the other requirements of the task.
Its the most anybody has ever seen him talk out loud, but he seems absent from the world around him. As soon as moira reaches the fume hood he extends one of his four arms without looking up.
"Thank you. Now please step back. Morbos work is dangerous."

Rolls

Lasers(5)-creating a very strong knockout/euphoric gas (expert, prepared) - (3d6)

(364) = 13

Feb 22, 2019 4:14 am
The gas begins to react violently but morbo adds a suppressor chemical to stabilize them, before they can explode and vent into the ships air system
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Feb 22, 2019 4:33 am
OOC:
I'm glad to see there was so much activity and roleplaying even while I'm gone. Everyone seems to have gotten really into it. Let me try to work through what happened.
All the rolls that have been made appear to have been successful, so that's good. Please remember to post under your characters name, especially when making rolls, so I can see the target number. It's also just nice to see the name and character portrait.

Moira, I would assume you're higher ranked than Lt. Mezron. You could very well have been the highest ranking officer on the bridge.
Zephyr, you scan the creatures with your tricorder. The information it displays immediately doesnt tell you too much. They are very similar to cows in genetic structure but there are some key differences. For example, these animals lay eggs to reproduce and while they can eat grass, their digestive system is better equipped for processing fruit. They also most likely live underground on their homeworld as their lack of melanin or pigmentation would make exposure to solar radiation very dangerous to them.
The creatures do not have any open wounds and due to their unknown biology, the tricorder can't pinpoint their disease. Maybe if you had access to a real computer with this data, you could figure it out
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