Adventure!

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Jul 22, 2024 8:23 am
Are the rest of you joining in the pod? @zatatmando can fit in with the plan if they like in due course.
Jul 22, 2024 10:49 am
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onceandfuture says:
Are the rest of you joining in the pod? @zatatmando can fit in with the plan if they like in due course.
Abara better stays on the bridge to sustain the distraction of Captain Harper, ready to follow up with more taunts, to support the boarding
Jul 26, 2024 12:46 pm
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I’m not sure where to put Robo-… she’s good for head-games, not so much action. But she could get into the bad guy’s head or read the room.

I guess she could tag along if she’s more potentially helpful that way.
Jul 27, 2024 1:59 pm
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Sorry All I have been away for a bit. School and trips have kept me busy. I will go along with the group in the pod for now. I can narrate a post for it or you can @onceandfuture, either way works for me, just let me know how you want to proceed.
Aug 14, 2024 6:29 pm
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To avoid everyone dispersing and needing to run several sequences in parallel, can I suggest that we go for one final scene to finish up the adventure? If so, can everyone (@zatatmando @Legendary_Sidekick @Faluffh @natknight @GameMaster) please give me a roll from the bridge, in whatever skill they think would be helpful, taking any extra die from help or preparation, and we will see how things play out!
Aug 14, 2024 6:50 pm
Ambrose begins to fiddle with some of the inner workings of the bridge power control console to see if he can't divert some auxiliary power to other systems.

Rolls

Lasers 4 - (2d6)

(43) = 7

Aug 14, 2024 9:06 pm
Logic pilots the Raptor towards the pirate flagship, hugging the jump gate's hull to mask their approach.

"Ensign, prepare a salvo from the main battery. The flagship is structurally compromised at points three-gamma-four, two-rho-zero, and seven-alpha-three. Once those bottom feeders have our weapons signature we may not get a better shot than this, so use every killoWatt that Redstone has provided. Make it count."

He grips the controls, his rough shark hands firm, but also deft and gentle. His SCOBA whirs as he takes a deep breath.

Just as the ship reaches its optimal firing vector, he bellows:

"You'll need a bigger boat than that to defeat the Raptor, pirate scum. Fire at will!"

Rolls

Lasers 4 - (3d6)

(643) = 13

Aug 14, 2024 11:19 pm
Appreciating how his crew mates' actions have given new weight to his previous taunts, Abara increases the level of intimidation, trying to talk Captain Harper into surrender: "That was only a small taste of what this ship is capable of, I was hardly able to restrain my weapons officer. Next gone's gonna be deadly, your choice Captain Harper!"
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Being his speciality and helped by the intimidating barrage from Logic, rolling feelings 3d6!
Last edited August 14, 2024 11:24 pm

Rolls

Feelings 2 - 🎲🎲🎲 - (3d6)

(364) = 13

Aug 15, 2024 2:47 am
Robo_Barbie backs up her commander’s warning. "This is check, checkmate in one, Captain Harper. Concede as if your life depends on it."

From her station, she may appear to be a human-sized android to Captain Harper. She wonders if her appearance might allure Harper enough to throw him off his game. She swivels her doll chair and switches which leg is crossed over which, mindful of the camera angle.

"Life, Captain Harper. It is something an android such as myself does not have, and therefore, cannot lose.

"It is something you do not have to lose. So surrender. Come aboard. As the ship’s doctor, I will be the one to examine you, regardless of outcome."
Dead or alive. "Your mind must be… fascinating."

Rolls

Feelings 2 - 🎲🎲🎲 (alluring psychobabble to throw Harper) - (3d6)

(256) = 13

Aug 15, 2024 7:52 am
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If any of the three of you (!) who just rolled Laser Feelings have any GM questions before I write up the final section, please do, and I'll weave the answers in.
Aug 15, 2024 10:05 am
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Regardless of what the captain actually does, being the psychologist that she is, Robo_Barbie would like to know: did I connect to this man at all? Or was he going to fight us no matter what I said?
Aug 17, 2024 11:54 pm
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I think mine would be what should i put power towards right now?
Aug 19, 2024 9:19 am
zatatmando says:
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I think mine would be what should i put power towards right now?
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In that case, I'll answer yours in advance: With Logic firing on the ship, it would be most effective to transfer power to weapons. Do you have any burning questions, @natknight, or shall we move ahead?
Aug 19, 2024 4:45 pm
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No questions, please continue. 👍
Aug 19, 2024 5:18 pm
While the big guns are shooting down the big enemy ship, Scott is manning a small auxiliary gun trying to gun down the smaller enemy boarding vessels that are making their way towards the ship looking to board. "No one sets foot on my vessel without my permission."

Rolls

Galaga (Lasers- 5) - (1d6)

(2) = 2

Aug 20, 2024 1:29 pm
Abara opens a channel to Harper and delivers his ultimatum. You hear a static burst which quickly resolves itself into derisive laughter. "State-of-the-art ship, is it? Could’ve fooled me." And then Robo-Barbie’s trained ear hears something like doubt creep into his voice. "But I see now that you did take out my elite crew, so I suppose you can’t be entirely without—"

Meanwhile, at his engineering console, Redstone’s fingers are a blur as he works to redirect the ship’s power. The lights on the bridge noticeably dim as every single spare watt that the ship has available is funnelled to the weapons systems. Somewhere, Captain Darcy’s private mini-fridge loses power.

With the pirate still mid-monologue, Logic subtly manipulates the manoeuvring thrusters and the Raptor gently rotates around its centre of mass until, finally, the ship’s entire laser battery is brought to bear against the pirate flagship.

With a nod from Redstone, Logic gives the signal. The screen goes white in an instant.

As the screen adjusts to the brightness of the barrage and you blink away the after-images, you see the pirate flagship beginning to come apart. The lasers hit their mark and then some.

Abara again: "That was only a small taste of what this ship is capable of, I was hardly able to restrain my weapons officer. Next one’s gonna be deadly, your choice Captain Harper!"

Silence.

Robo-Barbie pipes up: "This is check, checkmate in one, Captain Harper. Concede as if your life depends on it."

Harper’s voice comes on over the comms. He is clearly shaken, but no less contemptuous than he was before. Robo-Barbie, you can hear from his tone that surrender was never on the cards. "You may have stopped us this time," he says. "But you know we’ll be back stronger than ever!"

Trying his best to concentrate despite the pirate’s maniacal rambling, McGunner begins to pick off debris heading towards the Raptor with one of the auxiliary guns. What’s approaching is not strictly a collection of boarding vessels, but they certainly are the remnants of ships, and they are no less dangerous if they were to collide with your vessel.

Harper cuts the connection and you watch as a ramshackle escape pod ejects from the command deck of the flagship. Its engines fire and it accelerates rapidly away from the disintegrating hulk … and straight into the debris cloud left over from the pirate’s initial attack on the Gate.

After a moment, there is a tiny explosion against the darkness of space. And then nothing.

In the hours that follow, you work to make sure the ship is secure and organise pick up for the remaining pirates still on the Gate. By mid-afternoon, Darcy emerges from the medipod and joins you all on the bridge.

"So," he says with a yawn, cup of coffee in hand. "Did I miss anything?"
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And I think we’ll leave it there! Thanks so much for playing everyone, and especially for your patience while I figured out how to run a PbP game—it’s much appreciated. If anyone would like to give their character an epilogue, please do!
Aug 20, 2024 3:53 pm
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Thanks for running it!
EPILOGUE . . .

The android replies to Captain Darcy, "Yes sir. You have missed my resignation, active upon disembarking. It has been an honor and a pleasure to serve on the Raptor." She salutes the captain.

Later, in private, she tells the other men, "Your handling of the mission was superb. I must go. I have unfinished business from two centuries ago, and it cannot be ignored."
It hit her when she found herself caring about the pirates’ lives. Why was she so nurturing? Why did life matter at all to a machine?

In a snap, the memories of two hundred sixteen years ago flooded into her mind. The little girl in bed with the doll. The college girl holding that doll in her dorm.

Those memories were not of the same girl. They were from the same year. The college girl was crying over her daughter who lay in a hospital bed, her little body overtaken by the parasites that she inhaled during the breach on Level 426!

She remembers storming over to the boys’ dorm.

"Ellen? I thought we had an understandi—"

"Yeah! Prom night was a mistake, we moved on—I even took Rebecca to that stupid colony on Mars so we’d both have an excuse for you to be unin… ugh! She’s still your daughter, Lenny!"

"But what do you want me to do? Dammit, Ellen! I’m an engineering major, not a med student!"

And that’s when Ellen handed her ex-boyfriend the doll.

It was insane. It was illegal. Transferring a soul to an android body could burn the circuitry, and it’s a one-way trip. But there was no cure for Rebacca. With mother living on as a doll and daughter frozen in cryogenic sleep, perhaps one day there would be.

There is, Robo_Barbie realizes. There always was. I just didn’t think it would be any kind of life. But the men on the Raptor… they treated me as a person. It took a century and a half for humans to accept droids as members of society. Droids were typically human sized, but being a doll had its perks, such as an affordable Dreamhouse…
"Mom?"

Rebecca had not experienced the passage of time. She was of course surprised to awaken as an android who stood eye-level to Barbie’s bellybutton.

Of course the child freaked. But there was no way to unfreeze her body without unleashing hellish Martian parasites on the populace. This was the only way to save the child, and Robo_Barbie had been enjoying life as a doll.

Of course, that was only because she had suppressed the memory of the daughter she couldn’t save. Once she remembered, she just had to complete the mission and go to her.

Rebecca is now an android wired into the body of Barbie’s youngest sister. The two dolls pass for mother and child.

"So should I call myself Robo_Skipper?"

It’s a Chelsea doll, but "Yes, Beck..I mean… Skipper. Any name you please."

"Does the Dreamhouse have a slide?"

"Mattel has made many upgrades to the Barbie Dreamhouse over the past couple centuries."

The two dolls disembark from their drone and walk hand-in-hand through a forest of flowers and into a ‘rabbit hole’ that leads to a crystal cavern. In this cavern where no human can go is a grand pink mansion constructed from several Dreamhouse sets!

And yes, it has a slide.

https://i.imgur.com/M6MnKqf.jpeg

Robo_Barbie hands a sapphire key to Robo_Skipper.

"Welcome home…!"
Last edited August 20, 2024 4:23 pm
Aug 21, 2024 10:45 am
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@onceandfuture, many thanks for gm'ing! This was coincidentally my debut as a pbp player and I had a blast!
Everyone, thanks for being such great crewmates!
Abara's Epilogue

In the quiet aftermath of the battle against the fearsome space pirates, Abara stood on the observation deck of the Raptor, gazing out into the endless expanse of stars.

Abara had always been driven by a desire to bridge worlds, to bring together the many disparate species of the cosmos. This adventure had tested that resolve, yet it had also brought him closer to his goal than ever before. In his crewmates he had met interesting and unique characters, be their human, alien, or artificial. Together with their help and through diplomacy and ingenuity, he had defeated a significant threat to the Consortium.

As the ship sailed into the calm, Abara received a transmission. It was a signal from a distant Consortium vessel—one he had not heard from in years. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the call sign. Could it be her? The love he had left behind, the one person who had been missing from his life of adventure?

The message was brief, a simple greeting, but it was enough. Enough to remind him that even as he crossed the galaxy in search of new friends and allies, some connections were timeless, waiting for the right moment to rekindle.

With a smile, Abara turned away from the stars and rejoined his crewmates. There would be more adventures to come, more aliens to meet, and perhaps, at last, a chance to reconnect with the one he had lost. But for now, he was content. The mission was successful, the galaxy a little safer, and the stars a little brighter...
Aug 21, 2024 5:39 pm
Thanks for the great game! It's been a pleasure!
Aug 23, 2024 4:28 pm
Logic's Epilogue

After an eventful day, Logic Bodily slinks into his quarters exhausted. With a clip-hiss-dribble he detaches his Self-Contained Out-of Water Breathing Aparatus and tucks it into its dock to be cleaned and recharged overnight. Then with visible bliss he slides into his quarters proper: the large saltwater tank that all Abayans favour when they're off-world.

He sinks to the bottom and relishes the return to his natural environs, savouring the clean, oxygenated, almost-but-not-quite-warm water, lying still so he could feel the tiny currents that the hyro-regulators introduce as cycle the tank.

After a few minutes he calls up a holo-display (which is a bit fuzzy underwater) and starts his reports for the day: approbation for his crew-mates, for Abara's cool head, for RB's penetrating cleverness, McGunner's prowess, and Flint's resourcefulness. Some notes to himself about drills to go through with the flight crew; their performance had been adequate, but there was still obvious room for improvement, even for humans. And another entry in a rather long log of the Captain's... irregular record of command.

With the final detail logged, he drifted to the middle of the tank where freshly oxygenated water would waft over his gills and slept soundly, very soundly, one eye at a time.

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