02 July 2021

Preparing for In Person Play

Putting this to use!
    Well, this happened last weekend. I was talking with some friends that I was going over to play Traveller5 with the Hiverlord on Saturday. One of them, who can be very enthusiastic, asked me what I was doing, and explained a bit about the Traveller setting and mechanics, and roleplaying games. She then asked me if I would be interested in running a game, for the common group of friends, as she wanted to try it once. She said she'd played in a similar game before, and wanted to try again. I went a little more in depth on it, and she convinced another friend that this was a good idea. So I found myself now running a Traveller session that may turn into a campaign in the winter, for some people.

    Examining my bookshelf and extensive folder of PDFs, I settled on running One Crowded Hour for the group in August. I'll have character sheets for the pregenerated characters from the adventure prepped, but offer character generation if anyone wants it using Mongoose Traveller 1st Edition and limited options. I'll be copying the deckplan down onto graph paper so it's larger than the one provided in the PDF. Mr. Dougherty, a normal sized sheet of paper (US Letter or ISO A4) just doesn't quite work for the table!

    I have the adventure printed, and I'll make a pamphlet out of Traveller - in Two Pages, and provide prefilled character sheets for everyone. I'm hoping it turns out well, and that in the future, I can progress to more free-form games. I'm definately wanting as much input as possible for running a game for non-roleplayers. Maybe even start with Research Station Gamma....

09 May 2021

Patrol Over Dismal

 108-1120

Unchanging
bureaucratic stereotype

            The Boxing Kangaroo was felt crowded, with the Solomani locked in the bunk room, and the crew forbidden to associated with them outside of the OOD and Marine. The survivors set up a rota, to ensure there would be one of them ready to meet with the crew. The most junior would have had the overnight. In the starport’s morning, Brickley found himself negotiating with the Starport Warden, an unpleasant cretin named Bretodeaux. They spent most of the time bandying about what responsibilities and authorization would be allowed for landing the crew of the Heartbreak Hill.

            “You see Lieutenant, I am under no obligation to allow ANY non-Imperial personnel on to this world, even if they stay inside the XT line,” was how it started after brief introduction. Self-importantly, the man continued, “I’m not even sure where this whole idea comes in, you know, that spacers whose craft can still support their lives…”

            “Except it cannot support their lives for the MINIMUM three weeks that it would be to get an official ship out here, with a diplomatic representative, to repatriate them.” Brickley calmly responded, at the man. “Additionally, my orders do not authorize me to maintain personnel onboard outside of ship’s company for any longer than required. Your starport is on an inhabited world in the Imperium, and the High Laws require that distressed starfarers are allowed to be landed at the starport and granted a minimum of parole around the starport vicinity. Additionally, I will inform my superiors that you were not willing to assist the Navy in standard missions.” His unspoken addendum was this would end Bretodeaux’s career, as the Navy in many ways was the authority with quick teeth in the Imperium.

            “Gah! I just want a nice easy time here,” came Bretodeaux’s response.

            “In that case, grant my ship or boat clearance. I know the only other ship in system is a safari ship!”

            “Fine, fine, we’ll take them,” Bretodeaux replied, seemingly resigned. They shifted the call to communications specialists, and Brickley called for the Marine Sentry to escort Mr. Strnad up. He took the half minute to think about what he had to say.

            As the door opened, and the Solomani official entered, Brickley waved him to a seat. “Mr. Strnad, we’ll be able to get your crew ashore on Dismal. At this point, you’ll be covered under the Distressed Starfarers provisions. You can land on Dismal, and there’s a moderate hotel in the Starport that should be able to put you and your crew up for a few weeks. It may be a while, maybe the 130th or so, before you can get back to the Confederation.”

            “That’s some good news,” Strnad replied, his guarded features not showing a reaction. “I take it we’ll be limited in our movements?”

            “I’m afraid so. The Starport Security Officer will require daily check ins. I’d like to think this would be true for an Imperial ship unable to leave the Confederation under its own power.” A moment, and Brickley thought of misadventure BM3 Zabiyah told him of, having been in Mirabillis/Capella accidentally.

            “Well, at least there won’t be any S-men bugging the suites. Thank you for offering something positive for my crew, Lieutenant, and showing me a positive side of Imperials.” Strnad replied, with polished look. “May I take my leave, and return to the bunkroom?”

            “Of course, I’ll have the boat take you down later today,” as the two men parted.

            Corporal Afari found himself loading up his entire fireteam for the short flight down. A routine flight path, with a published approach, made this a piece of cake. Franke was in the other chair as systems operator, with Yap and Binici making sure the passengers sat down and didn’t rock the boat. Yap was the lead for passenger section, and the passengers wearing their vacc suits for the very thin atmosphere when they landed. Nice and easy, no major weather patterns. Coming in with minimal flare, he stuck the landing, making it look easy. But then, the contragravity and computers made any landing look easy, but he did it with style. “Thank you for flying with the Imperial Marine Force. Please enjoy your stay on Dismal!” he said over the loudspeaker as the port connected the boat to their pressurized concourse. The first person Binici let aboard was a security officer.

            Entering, the officer came aboard and entered the flight deck. “Alright, corporal, do you have the papers?”

            “Here’s their papers, and the required docs from the Skipper. Any questions?”

            “Not really, let me see,” as the security man flipped through the docs. “Huh, that’s interesting.”

            “What’s interesting?”

            “Looks like your ‘Mr. Strnad’ may be under an alias. Something clicked with him in my database. We’ll take him, but I’ll be watching him as best we can.”

            “What, nobody else around here security?”

            “Pretty much. I’m one of eight, we don’t have much out here that happens. The occasional border trader goes big, but that’s it. I’ve been authorized to tell you as soon as you’re ready, you can request clearance for launch.”

            “Well good luck with them.” As the security officer steps out, and the three other Marines moved to remove them, and their baggage that was removed from the wrecked courier. The return trip to the Boxing Kangaroo was routine and uneventful.

 110-1120

            A day later, a single seeker from the belt came in, to refuel and replenish some stores and then jump for Ember via Loki. Catalogued as routine, Sublieutenant Hassan noted it, and allowed the ship’s routine to continue for the rest of the day.

 113-1120

Once again, Sublieutenant Hassan found himself on watch when a ship entered the system, this time the midwatch, when the courier came out of Jumpspace a mere 500 km from the Kangaroo, coming in with the mail. Make way for the Imperial Scout Service, indeed! Logged and noted, they continued their lonely reverie. Consulting with the captain, they move their orbit in from the 100-diameter limit, closer to the geosynchronous orbit over the starpot.

 114-1120

            Running an afternoon training exercise for Owen, Chishan ended up noticing a comet in the system, and adds it to the astronomical database. While not a requirement, it costs them nothing in the long run.

 

15 April 2021

A Dismal Place for Search and Rescue

        My apologies about how long this took! I hit some major writer's block as I finished up the New Year, New Character challenge, and on how to ensure there was action in this. I also added Sharrukin's Palace to the blogroll. It's the blog of Jon F. Ziegler, author of Rim of Fire. 

093-1120

            Ready to leave this backwater for another, the crew mans stations for preparing to jump. Sublieutenant Hassan starts, as usual, at the Astrogation plot, and prepares it for a standard two parsec jump to Dismal. A normal task, he does it quickly and passes it up to Lieutenant Brickley who verifies that it is done correctly. As they prepare for the jump at the 100d limit, MM1 Brand prepares her engineering team with the regular task of diverting power to the Jump Drive. They set up the controls and the ship enters jump space flawlessly. 

100-1120

Seven days and four hours after they jump out from Loki/Sol to Dismal, the Boxing Kangaroo reemerges from jump space after an uneventful week. Somehow, the combination of in-ship drills, training features, and entertainment nights, kept the crew from becoming unhappy. Even the junior personnel, barely out of their training weren't that unhappy.

When sensor cleared, it became clear the system name of “Dismal” was appropriate. A few hundred thousand people running after small petrochemical and mineral deposits, on a world with little water and a thin atmosphere. The resources were there, but not in amounts that made sense for a major colonization effort. The local government didn’t even have local orbital police, just a few hundred officers to enforce what law there was on this small world. At three parsecs from the nearest Solomani world, there was no reason to even try and defend it, the thinking went. Beaming some messages down to the port, the Kangaroo flew in to low orbit, approximately 400 km from the surface of the world. Entering in to brief communications, including their mission, they fell into the routine of patrol duty.

 

106-1120

            At about 2000, well into the evening watch, GM2 Chishan was watching the primary radar scope, when an unknown ship entered the system, jumping it at 60,000 km out. He sends the standard challenge, “Unknown ship, this is Imperial Patrol 234. State your name and intention. 234 out,” before calling for the Captain.

            The response is almost instantly, “234, this is Corporate Yacht Lustrous Ambition, inbound from Inferno. Corporate mission from LSP. Sending over our papers now. Ambition out,” as Brickley stepped into the Bridge.

            “Captain on deck!” Spacehand Apprentice Owen shouted.

            “Carry on. So, a corporate yacht. Anything yet?” Brickley replied.

            “Just getting it now, sir,” Chishan replied. “Lustrous Ambition, we have received your transmission. You are cleared to enter orbit, once there, await permission for landing. 234 out.”

            “We copy all, 234. Just not expecting any Navy boys around here. Ambition over.”

            Brickley starts by examining the papers. The registration checked out for an LSP owned Safari Ship, and it seemed they were here to make a sales call on a minor customer. Unusual, but it happens. He forwarded it to the downport, and recommended they approve the landing. The Lustrous Ambition took orbit, and stayed in orbit until the Starport Warden was ready to deal with them.

 107-1120

            The following watch, with Hassan and his section on watch and the Lustrous Ambition still in orbit, another ship jumps in. At 100,000 km, it’s even farther out, almost half a light-second. Nodding at Castillo to get Brickley again, Hassan starts with the challenge, “Unknown ship, this is Imperial Patrol 234. State your name and intention. 234 out.”

            The pause comes, and it takes a few seconds, for the intruder to reply, “Imperial Patrol 234, this is Solomani Courier Heartbreak Hill. We have misjumped and require assistance under the MAYDAY provision of Conf-er, Imperial Navigation Act, Heartbreak Hill out.”

            Heartbreak Hill, this is Imperial Patrol 234. Can you maneuver? Stand by for further instructions. 234 out.”

            “234, Heartbreak Hill, we can maneuver, but not well. We suffered a computer failure while in jump from Lyoness to Tlaoc. The only thing we’ve got is about half a gee of maneuver from the ship, life support, and I’m talking to you on the launch’s radio. Heartbreak Hill out.”

            Brickely arrives on the bridge, his suit barely even on, and he’s still fastening it. “OOD, report,” he flatly commands, still waking up.

            “Wait one,” Hassan acknowledges the command, and then returns to talking to the wrecked courier. “Heartbreak Hill, we copy your last message.  You are to maintain present course and we will meet you in your current orbit and get you into a high orbit for investigation. Maintain a guard on this frequency. 234 out.” He then turned to Brickley to report, “Sir, we’ve got an assumed Sollie Fleet Courier, and that’s what they’re squawking as well. So far, they’re story holds up…”

            Heartbreak Hill copies, 234. Out.”

            “As I was saying sir, I’m planning to bring us out of our low orbit, and help them get in to a high orbit. They’re claiming a misjump and computer damage. We can take them to Hades with us when we get there in a few weeks, or drop them off here.”

            “The rendezvous makes sense. Get everyone to general quarters, and we’ll go from there.” Brickley said as he finished getting his suit on and sat in his chair. Keying his internal announcing microphone and alarm controls, “All hands to stations to provide assistance to a distressed ship,” and the crew piled out of their berthing, ready to go.

            Afari leads the Marines in reconfiguring the bunkroom to take personnel, from the current arrangement as a recreation room, as the ships moved to rendezvous, as the Boxing Kangaroo to tow the damaged Heartbreak Hill. As the ships moved closer, BM3 Zabiyah made sure the Kangaroo would be positioned to moved the damaged courier into a very high orbit. Lt. Brickley was making decisions for how to prepare for the personnel. Calling up what information available for Solomani Couriers, he thought around seven personnel would be expected. Maybe a few more, maybe less.

Pilot

Cpl Afari

Flight Engineer

Marine 1st Class Franke

Salvage Lead

MM1 Brand

Salvage

SA Owen, SR Castillo

Boat Security

Marine Binici

Medical

Marine Yap

Ship Security Lead

Sgt. Valdez

      He called the people named to the bridge, and turned to face aft for briefing. “Corporal, your fire team is running the boat. Get them onboard, separated, offer treatment, and don’t let them touch anything. ANY OF THEM could be SolSec,” broken by a pause to take a drink, “Brand, take Hall and go onboard to rig for a tow. Ensure any drives are shut down, and complete the rig. If you can, take a look for anything interesting. Sergeant, run our guests to the bunk room, and make sure they’re comfortable. Once they’re aboard, treat them as guests, but limited to the bunk room. Any questions?”

            The group looks at him, and shake their heads no. “In that case, stand by to drop the Joey and provide aid.”

            “Aye, sir!” was the group response. Brickley turned his next task, where to put the guests while they waited. He started by directing a call to the port, and with chance they’d heard the prior conversation. The only resident ship was an old Type A2 where the J-drive had been shot years ago, and was now fuel barge. Dismal was one of those worlds that was in the Imperium mostly by astrography, rather than economy. Just as well, the ship had to stay in orbit, as he wasn’t sure if there was anything on world worthwhile for them.

            Heartbreak Hill¸ this is Navy Patrol 234. Cut your thrust, and prepare to take on tow. We’re sending our boat over to take off personnel and send over a salvage team. Report number of survivors. Over,” Hassan radioed the crippled courier.

            A different voice answered, “Navy 234, we copy boat is coming over and your instruction to cut thrust. I have six, correction, seven survivors onboard. I say again, I have seven survivors. Heartbreak Hill, over.”

            Hill, this is Navy 234. Seven survivors. State assistance needed and injured personnel, over,” and Hassan turned to Brickley, “We’ve got their skipper on. We’ll need to prep space for seven personnel, sir.”

            “Understood, OOD. Continue on the recovery operation. We’ll limit power in this case to 1 g, get them into a permanent orbit,” Brickley replied.

            “Navy 234, this is Heartbreak Hill, I require removal of all personnel, have no injured personnel. My damage is a destroyed computer, and failure of clamps on the launch. I request your boat take us on at the forward end of our hold deck, over,” was the reply from the wrecked ship

            “We copy boat at forward end of the hold deck for launch, Navy 234, over.” Hassan replied, and turned to Brickley, “Can we send the Joey over to them now?”

            “Release the boat, and away the salvage party,” Brickley commanded.

            Switching to a different, encrypted channel, as well as the direct link to the Joey, Hassan spoke “Joey, Boxing Kangaroo, you are go for mission. Mate your airlock to your cargo hatch. On open channel, we are Navy 234. Kangaroo over.”

            Boxing Kangaroo, boat away! Will mate airlock on their cargo hatch. Joey out.” The boat fell away from the Patrol Cruiser, and maintained a safe distance before Afari lit off his drive. The Joey mated to the forward cargo hatch with its portside airlock, and Marine Binici stood by to cycle the airlock, and allow Brand to enter, with the two junior ratings. As this went on, the Boxing Kangaroo took position 100 kilometers to the stern of the Heartbreak Hill, ready to push the stricken vessel into the appropriate orbit.

            Brand examined the hatch, and noted that it showed the normal gravity direction, which was aligned, and that it still held atmosphere on the far side. This was a good sign, at least initially. She gave a thumbs-up to Marine Binici, who relayed it to the flight deck. Brand started by connecting the equalizer, and plugged into an intercom. Afari keyed his radio, “Heartbreak Hill, this is Joey. I am docked to your cargo hatch, and awaiting personnel. Our salvage team is standing by to check on your ship status, for our message outbound.”

            Joey, Heartbreak Hill. I read you loud and clear. We will transfer over our crew except for our pilot and engineer, over. Do you have anyone at the hatch? Over”

            Heartbreak Hill, my salvage team lead is there. She’s ready to open the hatch, and bring your atmosphere to normal. What are you running on? Joey over.”

            Joey, Hill, we’re running T-norm, over.”

            Of course, they’re running Terran Normal atmosphere, they’re Sollies! Afari thought, and shook his head before replying. “Hill, we are as well. Stand by to open your hatch when we hit it three times. Joey over.” He passed the word back to Brand, who removed a 46 cm adjustable wrench from her vacc suit tool harness, and CLANG CLANG CLANG on the hull plating that made up the cargo hatch.

            The internal dogs on the man passage on the hatch opened, and the scent of poorly recycled atmosphere came in, and then a middle aged Solomani man. “Permission to come aboard?” he asked as he stumbled to his feet, feeling the artificial gravity.

            “Name and identification?” was Marine Binici’s response, gauss rifle slung to his strong side.

            “Cebrail Strnad, here’s my Confederation Passport,” drawn from a shirt pocket, “I’m a member of the Solomani Party on a fact-finding tour before next year’s Congress. My crew was provided from the Solomani Navy Reserve, and all well trained.”

            “Right. One at a time, come into the cabin, and take a couch,” Binici spoke, in the fashion of a man who is very afraid of making a mistake. “Marine Yap will assist in you have any problems in here,” as he returned to the airlock.

            Brand had gone into the zero-g section, and was meeting with the master of the Heartbreak Hill. A professional woman, slightly shorter, but more solidly built, she introduced herself as Riika Manz, and retired from the Confederation Navy, but an old friend of Mr. Strnad’s. She and her engineer would help Brand, Owen, and Castillo rigging a push into a graveyard. While this conference went on, the navigator, each gunner, and the medic came aboard the ship’s boat, and was seated in separate couches. This surprising mixed crew managed to rig cables on the damaged courier in a reasonable amount of time.

            “Petty Officer, thank you for helping salvage this ship. It’s not much compared to the old Stalingrad class cruiser I commanded, but the Hill’s a nice ship,” Manz spoke with Brand, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to ride her in. Captain’s prerogative, and all that.” The two Imperial Spacers had gone back to the Joey, as well as the Solomani engineer.

            “Ma’am, I think the skipper would agree. Out here in the black, we’re all together. Give me a few, and I’ll ask,” Brand replied as she shifted her radio to contact the Boxing Kangaroo. “Captain, this is the Cheng. I’ve got a question from their Captain.”

            “Cheng, go ahead,” was Brickley’s curt reply.

            “She wants to ride this in to the parking orbit, and leave from there.”

            “Cheng, let her do it, but take some pictures first, and you’ll go with. Old tradition but I’m still not trusting them.”

            “Aye-aye, Captain,” turning her suit radio to communicate with the Manz, “Ma’am, we’ll let you ride her in to orbit, but I’m coming with. For legal reasons, I need to take pictures for the Admiralty Court.”

            “What, yes, that makes sense, and thank you,” was Manz’s response. They spoke with the boat crew, and shut the hatch at the cargo bay, allowing the Joey to return to the Boxing Kangaroo. The two of them went through, and it did look like something had caused the ship’s computer to explode, as well as feedback into a regulator in the jump drive, inducing a misjump.

            Afari was sitting on his flight deck in the boat, comfortably flying the return course. The party left on the wrecked ship would help rig the tow. The salvage team and ship’s crew were aboard, and they were ready to get back to the Boxing Kangaroo. The rest of his fireteam was ensuring the passengers were settled, and there were no ill effects from the week in microgravity. The steward/medic had brough over some information regarding the health status of all members of the team, and Marine Yap reviewed it, finding no problems. The Joey returned to the Boxing Kangaroo, and docked without incident. Sergeant Valdez began processing the survivors aboard the patrol cruiser. The Marines aboard were keeping them under guard, and with strict orders not to let the survivors speak unless answering questions about health and information about their incident. Sublieutenant Hassan came down to start preliminary inquiries about what happened aboard the ill-fated Heartbreak Hill. Brickely returned to the bridge to plan for him and the Boatswain to push the ships together.

            Brand and Manz went through the wreckage, and the Imperial Petty Officer took pictures of the damaged computer, and entered the engine room with the Solomani officer. The cursory examination of the drives revealed they were in fairly good shape, but the interface modules to the computer on the jump, maneuver, and powerplant were slagged. Whatever destroyed the computer, it was quite powerful, in providing enough feedback to take out those lines. Brand’s investigation revealed nothing more about the destruction of the computer, only that it was enough to hide it from the anyone short of a trained investigator. A common tech, not as much. That concluded, the two women suited up for the required EVA. Going into space, they noted the Kangaroo having shifted to the stern, and taking up position to nudge the damaged courier into the right orbit.

 

            Brickley and Zabiyah were sitting on the bridge, preparing to use the Kangroo’s drives to nudge the damaged courier into a graveyard orbit, and then to drop the survivors off. Working together, they plot the course, and come up with the exact piloting needed, in a matter of minutes. “Won’t even have to eyeball it sir, this’ll get it moving to the right orbit, and we can get back down in to low system orbit,” Zabiyah commented on the completed plot.

 

            Down in the bunk room, Hassan found himself in an argument with an irritated Solomani dignitary. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS, I WANT TO GET BACK TO THE CONFEDERATION!” Strnad bellowed at the experienced officer.

            “ALL SHIPWRECKS MUST BE THROUGHLY INVESTIGATED, AND THIS INCLUDES THE CREW AND PASSENGERS!” Hassan counted, just as loudly. “I don’t know what the regulations are in your so-called Confederation, but here, I will take statements, and they will be forwarded to the Admiralty Court. Your transportation back to your port of origin will be arranged as well.”

            “You half-breed occupier,” Strnad speaks in reply, noting Hassan’s obvious Core accent, compared to the Rim Anglic the rest of the crew spoke with. “I will give you nothing, more than what’s in my passport, as will my crew.”

            “In that case, I’ll be recommending that we treat you as prisoners, and hold you until the diplomats come up with a solution. You can’t be preparing to break the truce, but are you giving information to a deep cover agent?”

            “And what of your engineer and my captain? Will your captain believe you when we get their information?” Strnad’s response was calm and collected, obviously used to ignoring crude threats.

            “Fine, fine, we’ll just have some basic testimony, so the insurers can hash it out. You know, credits make the galaxy go round.”

“Of course, Sublieutenant. As we said initially, we were jumping from Lyoness to Tlaloc with plans for Smade’s Planet, to refuel, and then to New Greenpernt. I was there to speak with various Party organizations and support candidates for the Congress…” Strand trailed off, giving a long story, short on details relevant to the incident, but providing background information.

            Seeing their leader give answers, the rest of the survivors, under the watchful eyes of the Marines, asked him for material to write a statement and then explain it.

 

            Brickley went to his chair on the bridge, and got Brand on the radio, a private channel, using. “Are you read for us to play tug?”

            “We are. The skipper of this little boat gave me the full tour. It looks like something went off in the computer, and slagged the controllers for the drives. I can’t say much else, but they’ll need a full survey team,” Brand replied.

            “So, they’re telling the truth?” Brickley asked, considering his options.

            “Yessir. Standing by to shift orbit. Then we’ll MMU over to the Kangaroo.”

            “Copy.” Shifting his attention, Brickley picked up the 1MC microphone, and announced to the ship. “Set general quarters, as we move the wreck into a graveyard orbit. All survivors to stay in the bunkroom, and prepare to don escape bubbles.” Sergeant Valdez’s team stayed behind in the bunkroom, and insured the escape bubbles were passed out to the six in there. The two junior engineers went to the engineering space, and the gunners stood by. GM2 Chishan had them ready, if any damage control was required. BM3 Zabiyah stayed in his right-hand pilot seat, ready to make the precision controls required. Cutting his thrust down to micro-gravities, he got the Boxing Kangaroo’s aircraft like prow up against the tall aerofin of the Heartbreak Hill, well clear of the cruiser’s wings. The two figures on the hull of the stricken courier went boarded the cruiser. Manz found herself sitting in the bunk room, and giving a written statement under Valdez’s watchful eye, as Brand went to the engine room, and prepared for the precision adjustments required.

            A steady hand, eyes on the display, and two throttle taps. The damaged Heartbreak Hill began on her trip to a graveyard orbit, as the Boxing Kangaroo separated. The secured from General Quarters, to land the next morning. Unhappily, the Solomani were confined to the bunkroom the entire time.

 

31 January 2021

Character Creation Challenge 31 of 31, Adalwin Pethes

 
Completing the series, Adalwin Pethes is a less traditional Traveller character. Not much experience in space travel or operations, he's still ready to be a contact, adversary, or ally in the Sol Subsector.

Aldalwin "Call me Dall" Pethes is a man of some reputation in the region. He grew up on Ember/Sol, where his family grew some of what little locally available food was available in hydroponics facilities. Seeing the heavy handed treatment of the citizens by the Office of the Military Governor, he wanted to Change the System from within, by becoming a reporter. Gaining employment with Sol Interstellar News at an early age, he spent twenty years as an investigative reporter in and around the Subsector, exposing corrupt military government officers, investigating organized crime, and the like until he was injured while investigating work conditions on Loki. Recovering from his injury, he started to study the law, and became a crusading lawyer, often looking after those harming "the little guy". Some younger reporters, not knowing his background, have called him "The People's Attorney General of Sol Subsector." Crossing the subsector, he has a knack for showing up at the worst possible moment for many nobles, officers, and crime bosses. He recently stepped down from his firm's management, and is now listed as "Of Counsel".

STR 6 DEX 7 END 5 INT 13 EDU 11 SOC 7
Advocate 3, Art (Holography) 0, Art (Writing) 3, Carouse 1, Comms 1, Computers 2, Deception 1, Diplomat 2, Drive (Wheeled) 2, Guns (Slug Pistol) 1, Investigate 3, Melee (Foil) 1, Persuade 2, Stealth 1, Steward 0, Streetwise 0, Trade (Hydroponics) 0, Vacc Suit 0,
Cr57500, 6 Ship Shares, Body Pistol

Today's FINAL Roundup

30 January 2021

Character Creation Challenge 30 of 31: Captain Riika Manz, Solomani Navy

 As I'm currently away from home on business, I thought the best way for me to keep up with this was just to finish out with characters for my campaign. In this case, a close associate of another character I generated.

Riika Manz is a native the cloud cities of Vantage/Capella in the Solomani Confederation. Her family was involved in some trade with nearby Aquitaine,  where French is the nominal language of choice. Deceiding to chart her own course, she barely made it into the Yamato Naval Base Cadet Corps, and squeaked out a pass and commission, despite being drawn into a minor political disagreement regarding particulars of the Solomani Cause. She was accepted and commissioned in to the Solomani Confederation Navy upon graduation, and drawn into their flight program. Her service records show she's been assigned to survey operations in astrogation, assigned to a flight test team, and commanded a ship on a diplomatic mission, where hers was assigned to help SolSec maintain security. She's been noted as a close companion of a senior SolSec officer in the area, Colonel Altair Popov. Her recent retirement notwithstanding, she may be assigned independent operations. Her skill set indicates she could operate a Scout Ship on her own.

STR 7 DEX 10 END 7 INT 10 EDU 8, SOC 11 Age 38
Art (Painting) 0, Astrogation 4, Carouse 0, Comms 0, Engineer (Jump Drive) 1, Flyer 0, Gun Combat (Slug Pistol) 2, Gunnery (Turret) 2, Language/French 0, Leadership 1, Mechanic 0, Pilot (Spacecraft) 2, Recon 1, Tactics (Naval) 1, Vacc Suit 1, Zero-G 2
Cr 22,000, Terran Adventurer's Society Membership, Body Pistol Cr 10,000/year Pension Lover: Altair Popov, Enemy: Kubra Shibazi, Instructor with opposite politics Contact: Fedde Xylander, Solomani Weapons Developer

Today's Roundup

29 January 2021

Character Creation Challenge 29 of 31, Colonel Sir Markus Pan, Imperial Marines

    The Imperial Marines have a variety of inspirations, from real and historical United State Marines and Royal Marines, to fictional ones like Falkenberg's Legion, and TV and movies like the Storm Troopers in Star Wars. More recently, some fans do have associated Zapp Brannigan with them. He wears  Maroon and Gold, his uniform includes a kilt, and he thinks he's God's Gift to the women of the galaxy. How is that not an Imperial Marine?

Colonel Sir Markus Pan                                             8C8CAB    Age 42
6 Terms Imperial Marines                                          Cr 25,000
Cutlass 2, Gambling 1, Grav Vehicle 2, Laser Rifle 2, Leader 1, Revolver 1, Tactics 2, Vacc Suit 2
Cutlass, Traveller's Aid Society

    From the backwater of Ukaye/Regina, he enlisted in the Imperial Marines at the age of 18, and was quickly commissioned. His initial training included the cutlass, revolver shooting, Grav vehicle operations and Battle Dress. His picking up a gambling habit in the mean time lead to a denial of promotion but retention, as "unseemly for an Officer of Marines." He stayed with the Marines, and promoted to Captain, gaining recognition for skill with a laser rifle, and leadership training. Assigned to Task Force command, he was recognized for tactical skill, and worked to improve his own marksmanship alongside that of his Marines. Assigned to Regimental staff as a Lieutenant Colonel, he improved his Grav piloting skill, and tactics. These skill improvements backfired on him in the next few years, as the board denied him advancement to Colonel as too operationally focused. He spent much of the next few years working more on his fitness than skills while on the Navy's Staff. Finally promoted to Colonel, he was assigned to command the Spinward Marches Special Assault Group, a Marine unit trained for zero-g combat and boarding, and he requalified in Vacc Suits and Battle Dress as part of those operational requirement. He retired recently, and wants to see the places, and not have to meet interesting people and kill them.

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28 January 2021

Character Creation Challenge 28 of 31, Borislav Kurucz, PhD

The former Chief Laboratory Scientist of the Hephaistos Company, Borislav Kurucz was picked up right out of the Imperial University of Meshan, his homeworld where he was one of the best students in his time. After getting into trouble with one of the civil authorities on the world, namely Arjun Gottschalk, the Corporate Liaison from the Republic of North Eriksland, he's had a quiet career since then, moving up through the company's laboratory section, building an understanding of Planetology few have, especially in late stage physical terraforming efforts. The opening of Hephaistos to general settlement in the past decade means he's spent almost as much time at Forlorn's testing labs as well as the main laboratory over Hephaistos. Recently, he's left the Company, and started work on something unknown.

STR 5 DEX 4 END 4 INT 8 EDU 14 SOC 9
Admin 1, Advocate 2, Carouse 0, Comms 0, Computers 2, Diplomat 2, Drive 0, Engineer (Power Plant) 1, Investigate 1, Life Science (Biology) 1, Medic 0, Physical Science (Chemistry) 1, Space Sciences (Planetology) 6, Streetwise 0
Cr 11,000, Surveying Toolkit, 12 shares to a Lab Ship Enemy: Arjun Gottschalk, bureaucrat on Hephaistos, Contact: Asti Sadler

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