Nexus of time and Space

It's like a fire sale during Burning Man.

The doc says that the orbitals we pulled off that ore lifter should get us off world. Not optimal but at least shake the dirt from her undercarriage. He said he needed some more fuel adapters and governors to make them work with our calNAV* and flight assist mesh. We know Dresh hasn’t got anything like what we need, so we’re hitting up some of Nubby’s other assets.

I seriously don’t get how this guy has some much crap on this rock. You’d think he could have leveraged most of this stuff for a bit of a rise in position or something. Well…he’s got a downer about six chronos from town that we’re gonna go check out. Maybe salvage the burner if we can retro it on to the Griffon. We’re taking the big truck out there just in case.

We’re about halfway out to the downer’s ditch and I am starting to hear my fucking fingernails growing. The grind is real. I’m cranking this beast and I’m pretty sure a CONFleet tug could beat us in a subOrbit drag. The sooner I get my girl patched back up that sooner we can dust this rock and get back to business.

Damn. Someone done Fucked Up. Laid the downer in the worst way. Probably a merch puke on his first helm. This ship’ll never fly again, as advertised. We crack open, what would normally be the Chief’s rack and some damn desert hopper’s got his shit strung up everywhere. Gunz grabs his plasma rifle (seriously…not over compensating for anything when he’s carrying that thing around) and basically cuts into the bulkhead get the port open. Crazy bastard, but it worked.

The cargo bay is a mess and we’re working by CHEMlight** so shit’s a little tough to get ciphered. Manifest is probably in the cockpit and the dumb shit, that nosed this beauty into the ground, jammed a bunch of cargo against that door. So that idea is a bust.

Needless to say, when a motherfucker yells “they’ve opened the back door”, surprise is right the fuck out the viewscreen. If they were pirates, they were dumb as gooSealant. If they were locals, they sure as fuck shouldn’t have opened fire on a professional salvage. I should feel bad about gunning them down, but then I look at Gunz over there, and the cherry red tip on his muzzle and I get over it. No one’s ever going to miss the stupid fucks.

Now we got a half dozen corpses and a cargo hold to deal with. FUCK it’s going to be a long night. Better double up on the juice.

- calNAV: Computational Aided Lift Navigational Assist Vector__ is a system that helps new pilots not crash during takeoff and landing. Basically the first thing you disable when you can actually fly.

As my first flight instructor once said: “See the ground?

Yes, sir. I see it.

Good. Don’t hit that unless I say so. You don’t want a downer on your first flight. Fuck’s up your record. And turn off that fucking calNAV.

Ahh…the memories.

- CHEMlight*: a chemical luminary. Seriously, it’s a crappy snot green colored light that you usually find in med kit or a crash sack.

Yetis, Why did it have to be Yetis?

Woke up with a derva-syth band is playing bad droid covers at volume 31 in my head. I’d rather have my goodie sack set between the charging leads of a Athlena Series 777 engine core, but it’s not meant to be. All I could find is some really old CateHtenNorOO. It’s as thick as crash chair gel and doesn’t taste much better, (okay when spiced with a hit of juice, it’s….tolerable).

A wall of fur has us penned up in an “interview room”. For two chronos (it was really 11 mikes) I’ve been listening to this vomit-crat prattle on about how he’s gonna get these charges dropped. On the upside he’s got a joint (or seven) that we can dock at and get our bearings. He’s a bit of an entrepreneur (like eighty-four failed businesses on this gutter dump of a rock and none of them making any hard currency). No wonder he’s selling his bitch ass out to the cred-suckers. So he’s offering some sweat equity to get the Griffon flying again, I’m sure there are strings.

We head out to the landing site. My baby is broken. She’s sixteen kinds of hurting and I don’t have the parts to make her right. I’m pissed as a Telrattvian viper in a Vertrex cube. No way to fly and only ground pounders to get the blood pumping. That’s the only reason I took the walking rug’s offer. I walked her hull and it pained me to the bone. I was so tempted to just hit the jets full burn and glass a mile of desert, but then what?!? I can’t land her again, can’t dock her in orbit…if I could do something I would.


I grab the privateer and we test out the truck (maybe it’s got some go fast gear I didn’t see). A quick trip around town and I’m feeling a little better. The land lubber looks green again. Seriously, he’s gotta shake off that weak assed stomach. If we ever get into real trouble with a gun ship, I’m gonna make that couple of turns on this trip look like a fucking afternoon in an old repulsor chair.

We get back to the Griffon, there’s some excitement in the city and apparently some asshole is tearing up the town making a mess of things. I hope he wrecks. Kids these days just have no respect for the civil peace of these little shithole towns.

The doc says she’s doing better, but we need a lot of patch and some good lifters to get her flying proper. The flea motel is actually pretty useful in this regard. He’s got a guy (not exactly, but we figured that out pretty quick) who’s got a scrapper that we can hit up pretty cheap. So we head over.

Holy fucking stalled engines…I thought the good father was going to shit himself. “The Guy” was a gimp of a deader name Dresh. His ride is a little broke down and it was looking to do a short term contract for one of the fine specimens that would be my crew. We were able to work out a deal for the docs body (should he die unexpectantly on this rock) for all the patch we can carry and a lead on some Hypes. All he wants is some cargo and we can have the engines. That’s a bargin and Dresh is a riot. He’s just idles a bit too much for my tastes. And I think he give the padre the willies, which is hilarious, if you ask me.

Nub the Yeti…is actually pretty decent. He’s got a quarry out a ways and says we can salvage the engines from the ore orbital lifter platform. It takes us a few to find that damn thing, half buried in sand and grit. But we get her hovering and get the engines to drop. About mid way thru the load, a bunch of the local critters decided to see if we’re tasty.

I’m pretty impressed, the boys, not much to look at, can shoot shit when their asses are on the line. They might work out after all…

Will the Griffon fly again?
Define fly.

Session 2 Take 3 has happened! Our adventurers found that they had been cleared of all wrong doing in the crash of the Griffon. Neyemh Nub, a Yeti businessman was able to the CONFleet representative of the groups heroics and clear their names. He was also able to intercede on the groups behalf against their former house and secure partial payment for the contract. He then offered a deal to the crew, Help him repair the Griffon and he’d help get them off the planet. After a brief discussion the Captain agreed and the team moved into one of the many empty buildings Nub owns.

The Griffon is in bad shape. While her generators, fuel tanks and Flight thrusters still function, hull integrity, grav drives, FTL drives, and Boost thrusters are all shot and in need of repair. Nub knows where the parts can be found, but it wont be easy.

While he was able to arrange for some basic security of the crash site, the crew had to deal with a Deader named Dresh for Patching material for the hull. The captain cut a deal and the team was on track again.

After a long drive and a minor gun battle the group has the Boost thrusters which will allow the Griffon to break for orbit should she ever take flight again.

This sessions homework is to create a advertisement or in character review or some product in the world. I have created an example in the wiki page, the Dagon Arms Gen 3 PDS. If you find a picture that works too. Please think of something your character would eat, drink, use , drive, or fly. For those players who made tonight’s session this is worth 1 banked bennie. For those who had to miss this will be worth the 1 xp point you missed by not being there. If you have any questions please let me know.

GM Steve

The Adventure has "Landed"
Welcome to Ceti-Alpha V

The crew had been retained by House Leinya to pilot a shipment of equipment and materials to Ceti-Alpha V. A simple run – drop – return style mission. When are things ever that easy?

During flight some of the ‘cargo’ activated itself and attempted to destroy the ship in flight. They almost succeeded. With a minor firefight going on in the engine room and cargo bay the pilot attempted to avoid landing nose first into the blistered sands of Ceti-Alpha V.

After leaving a scorched skid mark in the desert the group was rescued by the local authorities and placed under house arrest while the cause of the crash was determined.

The Ballad of Sweet Griffon

It’ll be easy they said…fast cash, they said…no problems they said…then there were flames.

Woke up in some flea bag motel in crash seat mode. Needed a quick fix otherwise it was going to be a bad day. Shit, what do I still have for credits? It’s been a rough month. Better hit up Jeribey for some low grade juice instead of Isobel for that high fluting pharma grade cocktail she always seems to “find”.

Okay…food, caff, and a ½ hit of juice later and I’m feeling leveled out again. Hands are steady, eyes clear…time to see what’s on tap at the ole’ barn.

Terik is chillin’ in the bullpen. He usually wires me in to the sweet gigs (that pay well). Says he’s been holding a job for me. Some hoity toity Lord’s Third Procurement Officer Blowhard spent a quarter of a chrono making sure the bill of lading was properly received and that the appropriate crates were transferred to the cargo ship. [Fuckin’ silver spooned boot lickers. Always busting a working man’s hump.] I look over the flight manifest and see the “Very Im-fucking-portant Merch” tags on the form. Even the merchant house’s stamp irritates the fuck out of me. House Leinya. Fuck You! you rich pricks.

Oh, don’t get me wrong…I have NO problem taking their money. It’s that sense of bullshit entitlement that rubs me raw. These uppity ups don’t have to do any real work, they have boot lickers for all that. One gods damned good day of hard labor would break most of them in half. So it goes.

All the cargo is strapped in. Doing a pre-flight with Carter, my co-pilot (more like my comms guy, he’s got a really silky smooth voice on the squawker ). We’re also taking on a couple of regulars (who crew as a sideline thing), two of ‘em are deadheading with a connection and the Doc uses any excuse to get off world and tinker in the lab.

I get the okay from Zone Control to lift, and I push up on the controls. Settling into the seat, Griffon and I have a little chat…it’s kind of like a first date when you first take a ship off world. It’s a little awkward figuring our where you should put your hands, how she likes to be touched, whether she’s primed to purr or about ready to throw a drink in your face. All these things are important when you fly. I tried to teach this to Carter, he’s happier just praying during lift and re-entry. I stand by a firm hand on the tiller and listening to the noises the ship makes. Keeps a man alive a lot longer.

We break atmo and start pushing up to 1G, I can hear one of those land lovers yacking his brains out. I will never understand folks who lose themselves once off the gravity dick they grew up on.

Everything’s mellow. I can feel the engines purring through my boots. I’ve got three hands on the controls and chillin’ with some freshly brewed Yeximerly worm beam caff when I feel like I’ve been kicked in the sack.

Flying is like a first date, and this one went sideways fast. You know that moment when you’re slipping your arms around a girl for the first time and your both are pretending that it’s not to cop a feel…that was where I was at with Griffon, when all of a balled hand smashing my mom’s only hope for grand-babies.

Griffon bucked like a girl possessed (and not in a good way). Next thing I know, she’s hollerin and in pain. Some motherfucker had broken her sweet ass. She was trying desperately not bleed all over her shiney new dress.

It was all I could do to calm her down. Them tag-a-longs figured out that some of the cargo had come alive and was doing its level best to crash my sweet loving with their lewd gunfire. Somehow someway I was able to get Griffon to listen to me and coaxed her into a glide path that didn’t result in instant death. Carter’s wailing away on the squawker trying to get us clearance or something and I’m just trying to lay my baby down all gentle like on a smooth piece of ground.

It was a few minutes before I could get up. Hot sand blasted up on to the view screen. We weren’t dead, but we weren’t good either. Griffon lay broken on the dune of some shithole planet and some rickety bitchassed bots did it. To make things worse, now we’re basically sitting on house arrest while some blow hard bureaucrat tries to figure out who broke my ship.

I should have rolled over and gone back to sleep this morning. FML

System Testing
Part 2

So a few got together and created a couple of additional characters to see how to roll them up. And maybe to have back ups in case of death. When we were sure we would not be having anyone else show we started testing some rules. Here are some of the things we learned.

1. Grenades will ruin your day. Do NOT bunch up.
2. My space themed cards use a terrible font!
3. Giant space worms are scary.
4. Old space wizards are actually quite spry in zero gravity.

Hostile Takeover : The Rise of Nubco
A New Beginning....


Qualified inhabitants of Ceti Alpha V.

You are hereby invited to apply for positions in the new mining facility of Nubco formerly known as the Botany Bay Mining Corporation. Please send your Holo’s of interest to the head of security Captain Certak and any pertinent files or resumes.

Pay will be discussed on a one on one basis. Thank you for your consideration and have a nice day.

Ceo of Nubco
Ceti Alpha V outer rim of the Last Parsec


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