[IC] Lost in Space: Kleveland Delta

Neaden

“Navigational match, 94%. System Identified: Mavros Sector Identified: Kleveland Delta. Colonized 2348. Colonized Planets Identified: Sileco, Haurramari, Thorkatla. Radio signals detected from Haurramari and Thorkatla. No Post-Scream Data on system found. Closer scan necessary to identify technology level.”

The computers report confirms how far you have come, riding the current in metadimensional space to get away from your pursuers. Farther then you have ever traveled before in your lives. Farther than the real owners of the ship could ever come in pursuit.

You are low on supplies. You are lost. You are out of fuel for your spike drive. You are stuck on this ship with 5 other criminals. But you have your own ship and if you are lucky you could end up rich beyond your wildest dreams.

Your ships available data about the system below.

Siliceo. 5th Planet from the sun. Temperature is arctic but habitable near the equator. Atmosphere is thick, pressure mask required. Native life was discovered upon colonization and edible. No radio signals detected.
Haurramari. 6th Planet from the sun. Temperate with a breathable atmosphere. No native life recorded. Radio signals detected.
Thorkatla. 8th Planet from the sun. Temperature is cold but livable. Atmosphere is breathable and only microbial life present upon colonization. Radio signals detected.

Map of known inhabitable systems in nearby space.


Your Ship

Hull: Free Trader
Armory
Atmospheric Configuration
Drive 2 Upgrade
Extended Medbay
Fuel Bunkers
Workshops
Ships Locker
Multifocal Laser
Hardened Polyceramic Overlay
5x Cargo Space

@Cheeseliker @doomybear @l3lasphemer69 @Mikey CTS @SuperRuper

SuperRuper

For Reference:

Solonatin "Sol" Kul, Callsign: Ghost

Background: Researcher
Class: Psychic
Package: Military Psychic

Appearance:
Kulanids are humanoid in stature. Their defining characteristic is purple skin and tentacled mandibles. Many Kulanids often wore cloaks to protect against the continuous rain found on their planet. Sol wears his military issued multifaceted Rifle-integrated headsight over his eyes.

Backstory:
Solonatin was a researcher. A respected position in his race, the Kulanids. They were devoted to discovering what caused the Scream and were positive that whatever happened would happen again. As this was their main focus, the Kulanids never saw the first attack coming. In one assault, half their planet was wiped out and an army was marching to eradicate the rest. The enemy was a grotesque insectoid race. Solonatin volunteered. Solonatin had a natural aptitude for hand to hand combat and infiltration, making him a wanted recruit for the Kulanid Sniper Unit. Mainly used on solo missions, the Sniper Units were fabled to being death to those in their wake. During the entire war only one was ever captured and presumed executed. The enemy called them "Revenants". The war was being lost and every ship was to transport the remaining race off the planet. Solonatin stayed behind with those that remained to protect the escape, a lucky decision as most of the convoys were destroyed before leaving the atmosphere. After surviving for what seemed like an eternity, Solonatin was able to smuggle himself aboard an outbound supply ship and escape from his tortured planet.

Goals:
Find the rest of his race...if any remain.
Learn about the source of the Scream
Survive

HP: 1d4
PP: 2

Attributes
STR 10 (+0)
DEX 14 (+1)
CON 14 (+1)
INT 9 (+0)
WIS 14 (+1)
CHA 9 (+0)

Skills
Culture/World 0, Perception 0, Science 0, Tech/Pretech 0, Combat/Projectile 0, Combat/Psitech 0, Stealth 0, Tactics 0

Psychic Disciplines:
Primary: Teleportation
Secondary: Telepathy

Languages: English, Kulanish

Attack Bonus, Saves
Attack Bonus 0, Physical Save 13, Mental Save 12, Evasion Save 15, Tech Save 16, Luck Save 14

Equipment
Combat Field Uniform
Kinesis Wraps
Sniper Rifle: 2d8, 1,000/2,000, mag 1
Mag Rifle: 2d8+2, 300/600, mag 10
40 Sniper Rifle Ammo
100 Mag Rifle Ammo
Backpack TL4
Climbing Harness
Lazarus Patch
Survival Kit

Sol stood in the corner of the room. He enjoyed having his back watched by something he could trust...walls. As far as these other fools were concerned, for now they were a means to...some end. An end he hadn't figured out yet. He had been alone on that planet for too long, camaraderie was something he was a bit rusty on. Criminals were not the company he was expecting to keep for long. Though, they had proved themselves rather useful in taking the ship. As long as Sol was far from that blasted planet he was content to contribute to the group.

"I doubt they will find us way out here, wherever we are, but I am not one to tempt fate and though I hate the feel of pressure masks Siliceo may be a place to lay down this burden of a ship. Native life and no radio signals means we would be out of the way. We may not be able to thrive, but we may survive until we can get a stable hold on this system."

Sol's years on the run began to kick in and survival training took him over. Instinct began to cloud his judgement and he knew it. He wouldn't let him self slip back into what he became in the wilderness on that planet.

"Otherwise we could set down on one of the others and grab some fuel for the rustbucket. We could make another jump further away. As long as we do not leave a bigger trail.

Come to think of it, was there a tracking device aboard this heap?"

Cheeseliker

Hugh Anders

Str: 10
Dex: 14(+1)
Con: 10
Int: 14(+1)
Wis: 8
Cha: 14(+1)


Class: Expert
Special Ability: Like a Charm
Background: Con Artist
Training Package: Adventuring Expert

Languages: English,
Hp: 6
Credits 50

Skills:
Athletics 0
Culture/Criminal 1
Culture/World(Silicio) 0
Persuade 1
Stealth 1
Combat/Projectile 0
Perception 0

Equipment:

Armored Undersuit: AC: 7, Enc. 0,
Revolver: 1d8, 30/100, mag 6
Shotgun: 3d4, 10/30, mag 2
100 rnds, Shotgun
100 rnds, Revolver
Backpack TL4
Compad




Hugh came from a frontier world, high tech and booming in prosperity. Unfortunately, he was not one of those prosperous ones. Born to poverty, he did whatever he had to to get out. He jumps on opportunities quickly, often without thinking them through. Even so, he's still wondering how he found himself on a space ship out in a random system he knows basically nothing about.

Goals:
-Do something noteworthy, get his name out there, famous, infamous, doesn't matter.
-Acquire a small amount of wealth (10,000 credits maybe?)
-Improve the space ship. This is going to be his home for a little while, after all, might as well make sure it's a good one.

Hugh shook his head. "I don't think we need to worry about being chased. We need to worry about our lack of supplies and fuel." He stared at the map of the systems. A fresh start...A whole new playground... Hugh smirked. "Silicio...I think I heard about that planet somewhere..." He tried to remember everything he'd heard about the planet. "It might be a good place to lie low, as long as we don't get stuck there without fuel."

Culture/World(Silicio) = 3d6+1= 9. http://orokos.com/roll/113585

Neaden

The planet rings a bell Hugh

A wandering trader you once met sold you a book of the purported travels of an explorer who once spent time here. The degenerate descendents of a great nation who built great bubble cities on the face of the world. Little bits of paradise on a desolate wasteland that they built with the help of the original inhabitants of the world. He told the story of some pirates who thought they had found a world ripe for the plucking but were destroyed in seconds after they fired a warning shot, the automatic defenses a legacy of the pre-Scream builders.

doomybear

First Impressions: Ekseppek Clectikinihvepikit is a Coleosketiktip, a rusty colored, beetle-like insectoid species known to inhabit compact urban areas in a tribal society. There's one reproducing queen among a couple hundred or so mostly neuter males, but every few years, they have a great contest where a few males travel space to earn the right of mating. Some expect to win, while others are sent out in the hope they will never return. Eksep belongs in the latter, a tech who drew the short straw from his subunit. He's a wiry, black bug-eyed fellow who's nervous, usually complaining about how cold it is, and always disappointed about how inefficiently uncooperative humans are.

"We might be lost but we still have our skin," Ekseppek Clectikinihvepikit - or Eksep for short - shouted from the seat at the navigation console. The five foot tall bug man was bundled in a gray blanket while he idly poked at the controls.

Cheeseliker

"Hmmm," Hugh scratches his chin. "If we do go to Silicio, we need to show ourselves as completely non-threatening. I remember hearing a pirate ship got destroyed in moments after firing a single shot. The defenses on that planet are not to be messed with. If we did manage to get to the surface though, there could be some good scrap down there."

doomybear

Eksep brought Silicio up on the display and tapped on the console a few times.

"It is good enough," he got up and went for the pilot's seat, "I do not like waiting in space. Just waiting to be found, no, that is no good. Maybe the defense screen will keep us safe, at least keep us safe long enough to get acquainted with this system."

Neaden

In the interest of keeping this moving let's try to get a response for which planet to visit in 24 hours? @l3lasphemer69 @Mikey CTS if you are still interested.

Cheeseliker

If not obvious, Hugh is for Silicio.

doomybear

Eksep will go for Silicio.

SuperRuper

Sol is down for Siliceo

Neaden

Siliceo lies before you. A frozen desolate world with slow moving storms. A casual inspection would lead you to believe the world was lifeless, a more thorough inspection would detect the life underneath the glacial ocean; chemotrophic simple organisms and giant whalelike predators. Finally, if you know what you are looking for you can find the cities hidden away beneath the ice, patches of paradise. The largest of these cities, named after the planet, hails you when you are close. A hairy, oddly patterned alien appears on the screen, and in heavily accented English he asks you your business on the world before permission will be granted to set down. Debris from other ships orbits the planet in a testimony to the working defense system.

Cheeseliker

Hugh speaks up first. "We're lost and low on fuel and supplies. We just want to land, figure out where we are, and gather what we need. We won't cause any trouble."

Persuade them to let us land: 3d6+2=18. http://orokos.com/roll/115676

Neaden

"You may land and sleep in the alein quarter and trade with our representatives. Attempt nothing hostile." With the curt message the transmission ends.

Cheeseliker

"Well, at least we won't be shot out of the sky."

SuperRuper

"At least that's a plus. Seems like we're getting screened. Or quarantined."

doomybear

"I am considering our luck so far, and I do not know if it was our fate to escape or if we escaped our fate and a new hell waits for us down below. It does not seem like a nice planet to hang around, anyways, so I am guessing none of us are planning on staying there," Eksep would bring the ship down and land in the indicated area.

Neaden

The ride down is rough, the atmosphere is thick and viscus and the clouds make steering difficult. Without the transmission from the people below the city would be almost impossible to find. Eventually you are guided to a small landing strip with a hut at the end. A pale skinned human woman stands next to the hut with a mask on and dressed in thick furs. You have masks and cold weather gear on ship. Specify any weapons or other bulky equipment you wish to bring with you when you leave.

Cheeseliker

Undersuit, Revolver in backpack with bullets. 50 Credits. Can Hugh have a concealed holster for the revolver or no?

Hugh throws on a heavy coat, and puts the mask on his face. "Let's do what we need to do, alright? No trouble. Easy in, easy out. Then we can find somewhere a little more...civilized." He heads out of the ship and goes to talk to the woman. He tries to get general information out of her, what the laws are that they should know, that type of thing.

doomybear

Eksep grabbed just a few things: 20 credits, his metatool, and his compad. He bundled himself in a couple extra layers of warm wear, followed Hugh outside, and poked at his compad to see what signals were around.

Neaden

"You'll have to talk to the priests about that sir, my job is just to show you to your quarters." The woman's accent is thick but it is clear she doesn't want to talk to you. The small hut connects to a tunnel which if you follow takes you to a small outlying dome away from the main city. Immedietly you are struck by a combination of heat and humidity, it feels like a rainforest inside here. Two women, one older and stern looking and the other younger and wearing an expensive suit are having a loud argument. Both women have unfamiliar accents and their dress stands out, it looks like they are both from off world. When they see you come in they stop arguing and leave for a large nearbye building.
"That's the alien home, where you will sleep while staying here. The Temple is over this way, where you can arrange to trade, if you follow me I'll take you to the minister on duty."

SuperRuper

Sol grabbed his Mag Rifle and a stuffed a few rounds in his thick cloak as he walked off the ship and followed the others. No need to arouse too many wandering eyes with his Sniper Rifle. After all, he wasn't expecting any trouble. Best to be prepared. He began wrapping up his hands as they walked, listening to the woman brush off Hugh's questions. Walking behind the others, Sol began to get an odd feeling. It reminded him of being back on the run. It wasn't just the humid forest, it was the atmosphere they were being led into. He felt like prey animals that would wander around his hides. No immediate threats, but oblivious to the presence of danger.

Sol decided that he agreed with Hugh's assessment. "Easy in, easy out," he muttered under his breath.

Sol grabs his Kinesis wraps, Mag Rifle and 30 rounds. He already wears his combat uniform under his thick cloak. And also takes his backpack.

Cheeseliker

"That sounds fine," Hugh says, being perfectly polite. "Let's go to the Temple."

Neaden

The temple is ornate, but primitive. A fountain in the center is the most technologically advanced item on display. A woman sits on an ornate chair with two of the aliens on either side of her, though it is unclear if they are bodyguards, advisers, or something else. "Have you come to make an offering to Ahura Mazda, the enemy of lies, aliens? Or do you seek only further wealth?"

Cheeseliker

Hugh takes a moment to think. "We have come, though I do not know that we have anything sufficient to offer to Ahura Mazda. We are but poor travelers, seeking knowledge and supplies."

doomybear

Eksep rather liked the hot and humid environment, although he was much more uneasy about entering an alien temple. He poked Hugh and whispered to him, "You might want to ask her more about an appropriate offering for Ahura Mazda. They might not be cooperative until then."

Cheeseliker

"Err, umm," Hugh coughs. "What sort of offering would be appropriate for Ahura Mazda?"

Neaden

'Ahura Mazda accepts all true sacrifices for the sacred flame. You are under no obligation to do so however, we do not hold aliens to all of our laws. Have you come seeking something else from our world?"

Cheeseliker

"Simple things," Hugh says. "Fuel for our ship. Information about this world and others around it. Opportunities."

SuperRuper

"true sacrifices"

The words rang a bit in Sol's head. True Sacrifices? What did she mean "true sacrifices." Seemed a little barbaric, and that's coming from a man turned savage. There were stories of lost tribes on his home planet who worshiped a multitude of different gods. They were fabled to have strange powers. Though none were ever seen or proven, there were still some things that Sol believed science was not meant to discover. The mystic was not something to be trifled with.

Sol whispered to Hugh "Ahura Mazda, enemy of lies. Probably best to stay away from those. Who knows what a preistess can do."

Cheeseliker

"Thanks for the advice," Hugh murmurs back. "Anything else I should be asking for?"

Neaden

"We can supply you with fuel and food in return for trade, your tools could be of use to us, but not knowledge of other worlds. This is our home, it is secure and the lives of aliens do not concern us. The other aliens in your quarters will know more I am sure."

doomybear

Eksep polished his compad and spoke, "Unless you want to get a pamphlet on what laws to not break before we leave, I am thinking that we should be off to the off-worlder quarters."

Neaden

The priestess gives a brief look at your compad, uncertain and envious. "Our laws are not complicated, do not steal or kill, do not bear false witness and you should be fine."

Cheeseliker

"Right. We'll be getting to our quarters now."

As they walk away..."She wants your compad. I'd keep that thing hidden. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to simply take from us what they wanted." Hugh scratches his chin. "I'm not sure what we really have to trade, though, anyways."

SuperRuper

"Perhaps there's some scrap on the ship we may part with. Or there's always services we may offer."

doomybear

Eksep started to don his protective gear and noted, "I can live without a compad for awhile. Maybe we should make a trade for food and fuel before we go to the visitors' habitat? The priestess may not have been too friendly, but she was not hostile and I do not know if the other off-worlders will be as polite."

Cheeseliker

"If you are fine with it, it might be a good idea. We can come back, though, we might as well check out the living quarters first."

Neaden

Assuming you go to the Alien Quarter, if not let me know.

The alien quarter looks vaguely like whoever built it had a hotel described to them, but had never been one. The main room is a circle, with the different quarters protruding out like the spokes on a wheel. There is a desk with a receptionist who offers to answer any questions you have, a small pool of water in the middle of the room, with some tables next to it. The two women who you saw arguing earlier are both sitting down at seperate tables. The younger woman with the expensive suit sees you and gets up to introduce herself. " You looks new, my name is Limnoraea Lesser representing the Outertech Syndicates interests on this world. Would you care to come to my quarters for dinner? On the corporate account of course. You seem like you might fit the description of some of our short term personnel needs."
Behind her the older woman glances over and sneers.

Cheeseliker

Hugh frowns. Fitting a description is usually a bad thing. "Just what kind of description do you think we fit?"

SuperRuper

"Whatever description that fits is bound to be either extremely vague or disturbingly specific." Scoffs Sol