Parental Advisory - The Biro Expansions session 0a - "#!#$@!$ paperwork!" Alex Goodwin (25 Nov 2020 19:02 UTC)
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Re: [TML] Parental Advisory - The Biro Expansions session 0a - "#!#$@!$ paperwork!"
Thomas RUX
(25 Nov 2020 20:16 UTC)
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Parental Advisory - The Biro Expansions session 0a - "#!#$@!$ paperwork!" Alex Goodwin 25 Nov 2020 19:02 UTC
Here's a start on the latest round of misadventures: Thanks to the wheeling'n'dealing of one Derryn DODGIE (Commodore, TC Navy, Drinking Buddy Of Badass-Moustache and Bar), the _Butcher's Paradise_ put into the Toyota yards at Prometheus for the bulk of her residual quirks to be removed. As the Toyota yard was a _spaceship_ yard, the Lunatics had to still live with the jump drive quirk. There had been some PC changes - as outlined in the end of Vector Thrust, Badass-Moustache was due to retire to take over the shore office and work through the approximate planetoid of paperwork their trip had generated. Rosa had likewise decided to go elsewhere, her replacement as Das Boot driver being a Vilani Navy veteran who had emigrated after IW1, Khugii Khurlushasum - nicknamed "Curly" due to the crew's Australian contingent. The shakedown cruise to Procyon (with some freight and passengers) was reasonably uneventful under the command of Badass-Moustache (the shore office was still being sorted out, and he had long learned how to delegate). Then they jumped outbound from Junction to Procyon - as it turned out, to meet El Capitane who had made his own way there. During the last half of the jump to Procyon, the new and improved sensors picked up a sensor contact. A _loose_ lower bound on the unknown rider's displacement was 300 megadton, which was not overly far off being too big to Jump, as far as current Terran understanding of jump physics knew. For a spherical body, the threshold worked out to roughly 512 megadton to generate its own 100D and thus foul any jump drive mounted - trivia like the cost of said drive not withstanding. Cue some Moustache-voyance on the unknown rider. "Something dead, not a skerrick of dust, decay, wear, use", along with the impression of a LOT of city-like terrain. BA-M followed that up with full-blown clairsentience (and rocked out boxcars) - internals were forensically clean, built for critters ~ 9 ft tall and roughly 2x as stocky as J. Random Terran. He looked around a bit - no indication of any power flow and the place lacked atmosphere. Upon spotting a parrot basilisk image on a screen, BA-M received the _velocite derriere_ and was left convulsing in The Chair as the sensors snow-crashed. Curly reached the bridge, rebooted the sensors, told Nikki the good news, and called Bert to the bridge. Bert likewise rocked out boxcars on diagnosis, sedated Badass-Moustache, and carted him orf to sickbay. One of the passengers had freaked out at Curly's announcement, Nikki botched talking him down, and got sent switchoff for her trouble. Curly took over by default, but I pointed out that, as Curly had only a limited mate's ticket (starships and spaceships not exceeding 5000 dton) and there was no un-incapacitated master's ticket holder, limited or otherwise, available (Moustache was tripping balls, El Capitane was not on board), he legally had to get Das Boot docked at the nearest D-class or better port. "Bloody hell - paying _attention_ to licenses, paperwork, etc _in good faith_ - that's a first for us" - Herr Sweep