In our first Mission the Salvage team successfully restablised a decaying orbital defence platform, acquired by The Company as part of purchasing a larger orbital installation. Quite Why that larger installation required a Defence Platform was never explained to them...
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Satisfied with the positive outcomes of that initial mission, the Company - registered formally on the stock market as "CROM Corporation"...
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| (C.R.O.M. is an acronym derived from the players' names) |
...tasked the salvage team to initiate the broader operation to explore and secure the large orbital facility in synchronous orbit with the defence station.
Mission Brief: Enter designated orbital station in geosynchronous orbit over [coordinates provided by encrypted datapulse] via Engineering docking bay, restart critical systems and enable further exploration.
Primary Objectives:
1. Activate maintenance bots in docking bay to commence debris clearance.
2. Initiate artificial gravity system.
3. Bring atmosphere life-support back online.
4. Conduct diagnostics on MAGLEV shuttle system connecting Engineering section to the remainder of the station.
Secondary Objective: Collect recoverables from the station for analysis and salvage.
Reimbursements. Company cost recovery of 17,000 credits will be deducted from team payment for compulsory mission related expenses, regardless of the value of recoverable material actually collected.
Engineering layout as follows (data derived from technical drawings. Actual status and condition of compartments not currently known)
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| (The docking bay entry point is the right most compartment, with circular landing pad) |
Zero Gravity conditions will be in effect until Artificial Gravity is re-engaged using the system terminal in the second compartment.
Note: CROM Corporation assumes no express or implied indemnity, warranty, or liability. All activities, operations, and use of the Company's products or services are undertaken solely at own risk and expense. The Company shall not be liable for any loss, damage, claim, cost, or expense arising from or related to such use or operation.
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Mission Log
Salvage Tug entering Engineering docking bay...landing complete.
The small vessel's forward ramp opened with a silent but visible hiss in the vacuum as "QB" the Yard-dog security specialist led the team out into the deserted docking bay. No obvious damage was evident, but the compartment was in complete disarray with debris drifting slowly throughout the bay.
QB floated out, grabbing a nearby handrail. Seeing no immediate threat, he gave the "all clear" hand signal. He could have just said over the suit comms, but old habits die hard and you never knew when you'd have to rely on less technical means.
'Superman time!' declared "Buzz" the Rigger with a laugh, launching himself to the top of the hangar tower where the control terminal ought to be. He had enjoyed the acclaim his zero-G acrobatics had gotten him on the previous mission, and he again impressed with his mid course summersault to land perfectly feet first on the gantry. More silent golf claps in the vacuum. "'Logging in...standby'
"Wrecker" the Torch emerged next, large crowbar in a gloved fist and on a trajectory towards a Salvage Equipment cabinet nearby. Never a fan of Zero-G, "Doc" remained at the ramp exit of the tug, delaying the inevitable moment when he would have to let go of the safety rail.
The next few minutes filled the comms with grunts, muttered curses, and heavy breathing. Wrecker advised of the bundles of equipment recovered from the locker, including some EMP grenades and a tether line, followed by Buzz:
"System rebooted - Maintenance bots activated! I've initiated a protocol to conduct a thorough overhaul of everything in the landing area" he said, and the bot did indeed begin to unfold themselves from their storage alcoves as they came to life. In fact, four of them made a beeline for the team.
"Buzz, they're coming right at us!" Wrecker yelled. The robots rolled toward them in perfect formation.
"Everything's under control" Buzz said smugly.
The lead robot extended a manipulator arm toward Buzz, and the welding torch ignited. Buzz's fingers flew across the keyboard as he tried to fix the problem. He looked at the screen's display:
HANGAR BAY MAINTENANCE BOT OPERATING SYSTEM
PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: REMOVE ALL DEBRIS
ERROR: Debris classification database corrupted.
"Sorry man, it thinks you look like garbage!"
QB's input to the exchange was the muzzle flash of his riot gun from overwatch. Thirty seconds later, two were scrap metal, one was impaled on Wrecker's crowbar, and Buzz was desperately trying to convince the terminal that human beings weren't debris.
As Wrecker impaled the last one, its manipulator tore a hole in his suit and air whistled out.
"I got you Wrecker!" Doc declared, launching himself from the Tug. To be honest, the team had kinda forgotten he was there, grateful just not to be rescuing him and now watched with growing concern as Doc failed his way through the air. To their astonishment, the med-tech arrested his momentum neatly, slapped a sealant patch effectively on Wrecker's suit, turned around and relaunched himself toward the airlock - all without incident. Remarkable. Maybe they could teach an old dog new tricks.
Meanwhile, Buzz had come down from the gantry and pried open a storage locker in the back of the compartment, just as ear splitting emergency message sounded in everyone's helmets
"ALERT - SOLAR FLARE IN PROGRESS. SEEK COVER IMMEDIATELY"
The team hunkered behind large metallic objects, shielding themselves from the radiation flooding invisibly through the station. Static filled the comm channel. For several seconds the station vanished behind a storm of electronic noise. QB briefly found himself staring at a completely blank visor display, which was quite unnerving.
Soon enough the "All Clear" signal sounded in their helmets and they continued toward the airlock.
Which is when Buzz tore his suit on the locker and began to bleed out his air. He rapidly activated the patch on his utility belt "That's my last one!" he told the team. And then the infallible quick sealing glue failed and the O2 began to bleed out again. He looked down at the empty packet in his hands and sighed.
"I got you Buzz!"Doc declared, effortlessly moving in the Zero G to apply a new sealant patch, slap him on the shoulder and move towards the airlock. "Who is this guy? Buzz thought to himself, between curses about Use-By dates on crappy Company life saving equipment.
"Good job Doc - thanks" he said. Doc turned, smiled at him, caught his suit on the hatchway and tore it. Buzz shook his head and bundled him inside.
On the other side of the compartment, rummaging through robot scrap and retrieving the choicest (and least dented) components, Wrecker looked up as more maintenance bots emerged from their charging nooks and began to move toward him.
"Time to go!" he yelled and pushed off toward the airlock, pursued by the droids. QB had him covered and the Riot Gun barked again. The two of them grabbed a few valuable looking bits from the resulting wreckage and dashed for the airlock. As the door sealed behind them, Wrecker noticed the name of the ship stencilled across it:
"That's a strange name for a space platform" he mused.
Interlude: Engineering Airlock No 2
The team sat in the airlock for a moment, composing themselves and redistributing the dwindling number of remaining suit seals. At least nobody had been wounded....yet.
"So....I don't want to spook anyone but the tech layout of the next compartment shows a UA 571-C installed at the tower apex, covering the door entrance." QB said matter-of-factly.
"A what?" Doc asked
"Automatic perimeter defence system with 360 degree motion sensor system and an air-cooled M30 auto-cannon firing 28mm HEAP at a cyclic rate of 1100rpm " QB quoted immediately, as if reciting from a field manual. They all turned toward him silently.
"A what?" Doc asked again, more slowly. QB just looked at him cooly.
"Big Gun.Very nasty" Wrecker explained.
"Aahhh" Doc said, quietly moving the medipacs to the front of his utility belt where he could access them easily.
"Controls are near the door - leave them to me. Buzz - Zero-G still in effect so Superman time again - the gravity controls are on the second level." Buzz gave the "Acknowledge" hand signal.
Wrecker broke in "You turn that cannon off and I'll go up and strip it. Hopefully something good. Might not want the company knowing we are ripping off military hardware though, so maybe this is a good time to "Pull It"?"
Wrecker was referring to the less-than-legal equipment they carried which would temporarily "Pull the Plug" on the Company's automated surveillance of their activities. It would only last a minute or two, but it could make all the difference. They all nodded their agreement.
"Doc - great job in the Zero-G last time, but maybe you should wait here - just in case any of us need your professional attentions with that gun in there." Doc nodded happily.
"Lets go then" QB said, and hit the hatch control.
Entering Compartment 2....Artificial Gravity Systems
It was like watching zero-G football, Doc thought as he lingered in their airlock. But without the beer and cheering fans. His three teammates leapt from the airlock with enviable zero-g skill, spreading out to their objectives. He watched the ominous looking gun mount atop the tower but QB was tapping away madly on the control terminal before it could activate.
"Its an encrypted data node - I've got it" QB reported
The turret twitched. A bank of status LEDs flickered from amber to green.
Somewhere inside the housing, motors began to spin up.
"QB..." Doc said quietly.
"Working on it."
The barrel cluster rotated three degrees toward the airlock.
"QB..."
"Working. On. It."
The LEDs all turned red. The barrels froze.
The auto-cannon remained a silent sentinel as Wrecker sailed up toward it. As he did, he unclipped a battered black box from his belt. Someone had scratched the words "NOT COMPANY PROPERTY" across its edge. He keyed a few discrete buttons and a low pitched hiss came across the suits comms. Wrecker smiled.
"Surveillance offline. We're good for the next 2 minutes" he said, and got to work. "Its a sealed unit, I wont be able to access the gun. I've got some other sweet stuff though - lots of chips for the kitty"
On the level below him, Buzz had conducted another textbook zero-G manoeuvre and was also tapping away at the artificial G controls. Quickly cutting through the protocols, he punched in the activation sequence with a whoop, and the machinery to the tower began to whine.
A deep vibration rolled through the station. Loose debris that had drifted undisturbed for decades began to fall. Tools clattered against deck plating. Dust settled. And somewhere far deeper in the station, something large moved.
Spying the words "Security Equipment Locker" next to his terminal, Buzz jimmied the door open and whooped again as he pulled out a Riot Gun, fitted with a laser sight.
"Careful with that Buzz" QB called as he spied Buzz admiring his find.
"Why?"
"Because if you need it, things have already gone very wrong."
As gravity increased from .3 through .5 and continued to rise, Doc nonchalantly strode out of the airlock like he was walking into a bar. "Nice work fellahs, keep it up" he quipped over the noise of groaning metal as the superstructure adjusted to the stresses reapplied by the artificial gravity.
A louder metallic creak echoed through the compartment. Nobody paid much attention. The station had been making strange noises since power returned. Then another groan followed. Longer. Angrier.
QB looked up."That doesn't sound healthy."
The bulkhead exploded outward.
There was sufficient atmosphere, however corrosive and contaminated, remaining in the massive station to generate hurricane-like winds in its haste to escape into space, battering the team. To be swept out that hole was death. Buzz and QB braced themselves effectively, Doc wasn't so fortunate and immediately began sliding toward the far side of the compartment. On the open tower top with nothing to grab onto, Wrecker wasn't so lucky.
The hurricane winds swept him up and over the ledge towards the yawning hole. He snapped out a last desperate hand. His hand struck empty air, missed, then caught steel- barely. The charging handle bent alarmingly under his weight, his legs dangling in the air. Gravity that had been a blessing moments earlier now pulled every loose object toward the ruptured hull. With a desperate heave, he somehow secured himself to the ladder railing, breathing heavily.
"Make for the airlock!" QB yelled "We haven't got any hull patches"
Everyone turned and started making their way, bracing themselves against the escaping atmosphere, though the force was diminishing now.
Through the roar of escaping atmosphere came another sound. Metallic impacts. Rhythmic. Deliberate. Somebody was cutting through the hull from the outside.
The remaining bulkhead detonated inward and four armoured figures emerged from the debris cloud, magnetic boots slamming onto the deck plating. Their suits were mismatched collections of salvaged military and industrial hardware, painted in faded colours and marked with symbols that had probably meant something to someone once. Each carried a compact coil pistol in one hand and one had a cutting torch mounted to his forearm.
For a moment both groups simply stared at one another through their helmet visors. Then the lead pirate levelled a coil pistol at the team and called to them over an open comm channel
"Good evening valued CROM contractors! We're here to discuss involuntary profit sharing." On cue, the pirates surged forward.
"Airlock!" QB shouted unnecessarily. Nobody needed reminding. Gravity was now approaching normal but hull breach still had atmosphere tugging at suits and equipment. Loose debris skittered across the deck towards the jagged hole.
Wrecker was first, QB close behind, keeping his shock baton in one hand and his riot gun in the other. Doc was surprisingly quick, driven by the entirely reasonable desire not to be shot.
Buzz was last. The technician had paused to secure his newly acquired riot gun and was now sprinting after the others when he heard the distinctive crack-thump of coil weapons firing behind him. Rounds whipped past his helmet and one sparked from the deck.
Buzz skidded to a halt and turned, bringing the riot gun to his shoulder. He had no idea how to use it but the laser sight came to life as he put pressure on the trigger and the red dot came to rest on the lead pirate. The weapon discharged with a deafening roar, the recoil nearly kicking him around.
The pirate cartwheeled backwards into a pile of debris and a jet of atmosphere blasted from a ragged tear in the side of his suit. The remaining pirates immediately scattered for cover.
"Move!" QB yelled. Buzz decided that was excellent advice. The others were already piling through the airlock hatch. Wrecker grabbed Buzz by one arm and dragged him inside as another burst of coil fire ricocheted around the hatch
QB slapped the emergency close control. It shut quickly and the howling wind ceased.
Interlude...Engineering Airlock No 3
A faded poster was affixed to the bulkhead: SAFETY IS PRODUCTIVITY
Somebody had scrawled underneath: NOT TODAY IT ISN'T
Doc read the poster and nodded. "Smart guy"
Wrecker leaned on it, still catching his breath after his near death experience.
Buzz admired his new riot gun, smiling quietly to himself.
"That's 2 compartments down, and 2 to go" QB said. "Looks like the next layout is consistent - terminal at the top. You're up again Buzz. Wrecker, Doc - take a look around and see what salvagables we might secure. Good news - no Zero G this time." He looked at Buzz "Less Superman, more stairs"
"No pirates either, I hope"" Doc mumbled.
Entering Compartment 3...Atmospheric Control
As the hatch opened, misty, moisture laden atmosphere swirled into the airlock. Somehow, it carried the smell of wet soil and something faintly organic. Something growing where nothing should have been able to grow. Scanning his wrist-comp sensor readings, Doc said: "This is nasty stuff: almost worse than vacuum. Don't breathe it.""Don't plan to Doc" said QB absently as he led them out, turning left and scanning the room. Seeing no immediate threat he gave the "all clear" hand signal and the others followed.
The team split up as planned, enjoying the relative ease of movement in comparison to the last compartment. QB quickly located a medical storage locker and beckoned Wrecker over to help. Between them they had the locker open and were executing what CROM accounting would undoubtedly classify as 'unauthorised inventory discrepancy'.
Distracted by unexpected movement beyond the locker they were working on, QB and Wrecker looked up to see something emerging from the haze. Not walking but swaying. Plant-like growths standing roughly human height and moving with an unsettling, walking-gait imitation. Right towards them.
"What the.." Wrecker started, but QB finished the sentence by racking his riot gun.
"That seems...non-standard" and fired into the first plant. Wrecker dashed off to climb the tower and help Buzz so they could finish the job and get the hell out of there.
Buzz paused halfway up the tower. Something green had forced its way through a maintenance panel. He frowned. Plants in space were unusual. Plants growing through steel were considerably more unusual. He was hurrying away and upwards when the sound of QB's riot gun echoed through the compartment.
The comms system erupted with chatter and updates between the team, so that when Buzz emerged from the ladderway to find the atmospheric controls surrounded by the plant things, he knew he was in trouble before it started shambling his way. His new riot gun was quickly in his hand, but the things were on his before he could bring it bear.
"Maybe these plant-growths are what caused the station to be abandoned those years ago" Doc mused as he made his way across the compartment.
Nobody replied. For a moment the possibility hung heavily over the comm channel. Then a riot gun blast shattered the silence.
"Possibly but lets ponder hypotheticals later!" QB shouted as his Riot gun thundered again, shredding another plant-thing. He shoved pulped tissue and residual bits into a spare leg pouch "The egg-heads can argue over it after they pay us for these samples!" Then he shoved more into a spare ammunition pouch. Then into a snack pouch. "Science doesn't care where the sample comes from" he thought.
Atop the tower Buzz was being swarmed. Vines wrapped around his arms, broad leaves plastered themselves across his visor, and thorned tendrils searched for gaps in his suit seals. His attempts to push them off were quite ineffective. A barking coil gun from below alarmed him but one of the plants fell away and he shouted a quick thanks to Wrecker on the deck below. He thrashed at the plants around him, unable to do any significant damage, which is when a thorny appendage tore a gash across his thigh.
Air hissed from the tear. Buzz stared at the damage indicator. "Oh come on."
"I've got a problem..." he informed the team. Nobody on the comms even sounded surprised.
The compartment lights flickered. Once. Twice.
Then the whole compartment was plunged into darkness, some kind of power fluctuating or loss as the platform started to awaken.
In the blackness, a cheerful automated voice crackled briefly through hidden speakers.
ATTENTION: TEMPORARY LIGHTING FAILURE DETECTED
The voice paused.
PLEASE REMAIN CALM
Then the announcement system failed, and somewhere deeper in the station came a distant metallic impact. Much too large to be caused by the plants.
"We've all got problems" QB grunted as his suit's special shoulder lamp flicked on, illuminating more plants shuffling his way.
Buzz flicked his own lamp on and decided that now was a good time for decisive action. Leaping to the tower gantry nearby, he managed to avoid the lashing tendrils as he did so, and gained enough breathing space to slap his last suit patch over the tear in his suit.
Below him, Doc immediately discovered two things. First, he remembered that he did not have a suit lamp. Second, one of the plants didn't need one. Which made running into an angry plant in total darkness an unexpected and very unpleasant experience. He waved his vibro knife around vaguely in the inky darkness but felt no contact.
Also without a suit lamp and caught on a ladder between decks on a gantry in a strange compartment, Wrecker felt mighty uneasy about moving anywhere and decided that remaining absolutely still was now a valid tactical option. A few moments with his eyes shut and communing with the Lord seemed an excellent use of his time.
Buzz came over the Comm again "You gotta be kidding me!" he said, as a new plant-thing shuffled around the gantry he had just jumped to.
"On the way" QB declared, and evading the new wave of plants coming at his and running to the gantry ladder. At the top a tendril shot out, narrowly missing Buzz's throat but catching his shoulder and tearing a hole in the suit
"Better hurry!" Buzz cried, watching his air charge drop once more and knowing he had no patches left.
The good news was that was the moment that the hull started shaking and the lights flicked back on. The bad news was that the hull vibrations didn't stop and rapidly grew stronger. Much stronger. QB lost his footing mid stride and fell to the deckplates, winded but unhurt. Doc wasn't as fortunate, landing on his vibro-knife and managing to insert the humming blade into his calf muscle amidst a spray of blood and air. Awkward.
Especially as he noticed the bulkhead beside him. A colourful safety poster smiled back.
Doc sighed. And reached for one of the medpacks that he had always assumed he'd use on other members of his team.
Buzz ineffectively tried to hold closed the tear in his suit with one hand while aiming his riot gun with the other. He was therefore rather relived when the plant attacking him exploded into juicy pulp. QB has rather athletically picked himself up, raced up the ladderway and was now covering him from the top.
"Suit Patch?" Buzz inquired hopefully
"I'm out too" was the reply. Buzz was contemplating the rather fatal implications of this disappointing response when he spied the storage cabinet next to the terminal he was originally sent to investigate. Air hissing, he raced to it and started rifling through its compartments. Empty. Empty. Ball of String. Suit Patch. He almost cried as he tore open the packaging to apply it.
He looked up triumphantly to see QB looking at him deadpan, then gesturing at the computer terminal along with the "hurry up" hand signal. Buzz sighed and began tapping at the keyboard
"You ok down there Wrecker?" QB inquired of the Torch
"uh-huh" was the short and unconvincing reply, but it would do.
"Doc?" QB asked, looking down as the team medic sliced up the plant-thing next to him. Absently, QB wondered by the vibroknife was covered in human looking red blood instead of plant mush, but he guessed it wasn't that important.
"ahhh, yep - you guys done up there?"
QB looked back at Buzz, who kept tapping with one hand as he raised the other in a thumbs up gesture. Then somewhere below the deck, enormous machinery began to turn.
A loudspeaker burst into life with a booming officious sounding voice
ATTENTION.
ATMOSPHERIC SYSTEMS ONLINE.
CURRENT AIR QUALITY: VERY POOR.
PLEASE MAXIMIZE YOUR PRODUCTIVITY BY NOT BREATHING
Buzz turned his thumbs up into a high 5 gesture and QB slapped it with a grin.
The loudspeaker spoke again
ATTENTION.
UNAUTHORISED ACTIVITIES DETECTED IN ENGINEERING COMPARTMENTS.
THANK YOU FOR REPORTING YOUR LOCATION.
DISPATCHING SECURITY BOTS FOUR THROUGH EIGHT.
ESTIMATED RESPONSE TIME: 128 SECONDS
Silence filled the comms, then:
"We're leaving," said QB.
Nobody argued.
Extraction
Three minutes, four hull-breaching charges, and a truly irresponsible amount of emergency sealant later, the Salvage Tug detached from Engineering Docking Bay and pushed away from the station.
Nobody spoke for the first minute.
The Engineering section slowly receded beyond the cockpit glass, its battered hull illuminated by the station's newly restored lights. Somewhere inside, security bots four through eight were almost certainly arriving at the team's last known location and finding nothing but shredded plant matter, spent shell casings, and several dozen new maintenance issues.
Not their problem.
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| Salvage Team tug exfiltration. Source: Security Surveillance footage |
Wrecker sat on a cargo crate with his crowbar across his knees, overly focused on carefully cleaning corrosive plant residue from the metal.
Buzz occupied the opposite bench, repeatedly checking that his newly acquired riot gun was still there.
Doc was adjusting a medpack on his own leg while trying very hard to look like he had meant to stab himself all along.
QB sat nearest the cockpit, silently reviewing the mission data scrolling across his wrist display.
Finally Buzz broke the silence.
"So..."
Everyone looked at him.
"Do we get paid extra for pirates?"
"No."
"What about carnivorous space plants?"
"No."
"Self-inflicted workplace injuries?"
Doc looked up.
"Unverified"
Silence returned. The station continued to shrink behind them.
Eventually QB locked his wrist display and looked around the compartment.
"Three primary objectives completed."
Buzz grinned. "See? Easy."
"Maintenance bots activated."
"They tried to kill us." Wrecker complained
"That was me, sorry" Buzz admitted with a grimace
"Artificial gravity restored."
"That one was actually me." This time with a smile
"Atmospheric controls restored."
"Also me." Big smile
"The station remains partially unsecured, contains hostile biological contamination, active pirate activity, compromised structural integrity, and now apparently functioning security forces."
Nobody said anything.
"Which means," QB continued, "that somebody else gets to deal with all of that."
Now everyone smiled. Even Doc.
"Sounds like a successful mission."
QB nodded.
"By contractor standards? Absolutely."
He looked around the compartment. Everybody was alive.
Nobody had suffered permanent injuries.
The salvage crates were fuller than expected.
And the station was somebody else's problem for at least another day.
"Good work, guys." He reached under his jump seat and grabbed the beer cooler.
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Somewhere in CROM Corporation HQ, a MU-TH-UR 6000 data terminal quietly beeped:
Mission Success Probability: 14-18%
Contractor Retention Probability: 42%
Actual Mission Outcome: 75% Success
Minimum Reimbursement: Received. Accounting review not required
Insurance Exposure: Externalised
Recommendation: Proceed to Phase 2.
Press Y to accept...
Calbert Clump*, Vice President in charge of salvage and reclamation activities (as well as other, less publicised, ones) considered the screen for a moment, then leaned forward silently and hit the Y key.
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Another fabulous online game hosted by Curt and with his friend Keith joining in also. We controlled two characters apiece; I took the Torch (Mech) and Rigger (Hacker), and Keith the Yard-dog (muscle) and the Patch (Doc). Lots of fun, and super collaborative with lots of movie quotes inserted along the way!
Curt ran the game as "DM" in another very nicely themed mission which added much to the narrative, vice just rolling it up as we went.
Game Mechanic observations:
1. The game as written is designed for 6 connected compartments with escalating threats and challenges. Our game went south quickly in the third compartment, so I cant forsee us getting to six compartments until we are much better skilled and equipped.
2. The Aircharge mechanic remains a simple but elegant system that isn't overly focusing... until it really is! Suit leaks and dwindling supplies of leak patches forced us to leave potentially better salvage to focus on survival and keeping the Aircharge up. We were pretty comfortable to the third compartment, when we lost more than half of our remaining in short order.
3. The use of Wrecker's special skill to double salvage found at Points of Interest was critical to paying the "mandatory fees" quickly and getting us into the red for this mission. That means we can now afford some (probably life saving) upgrades to our equipment and supplies
4. The escalating threat levels of the bad guys as you penetrate the salvage area lulled us into a false sense of security. In the first 2 compartments we were happily spread out and pursuing salvage and objectives. In later compartments that needs to shift to staying focused and keeping in mutually supportive pairs or a cohesive team to quickly disable threats as they arise. This means holding dice for reactions to bad guys and turns of events.
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Having activated the critical engineering systems enables further exploration, and a Company mandated task to return to the curiously named "EVENT HORIZON" seems likely. Refusing them would be...inadvisable.
The crew walked away with 36,000 Credits, bringing the combined kitty including the first mission to 48,000. That means we can upgrade our crappy old Tug to a Cutter, as well as suit upgrades. More to follow once we get to Trader Joe's Orbital Supplies and see what's available.
Thanks again to Curt and Keith for another immersive game! Highlights included guest appearances by both Lady Sarah and Huckleberry Hound :-)
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