Star Trek: Akkara

Unfaithful Mirror Part 4

Referee: So, T’Reth and Kagin are in engineering. Along with Mirror Kagin and Turner’s cooling corpses.
Referee: Mirror T’Reth is off fiddling with the life support, but you’ll also need a lot of power routed to the transporter room. Also, control of the transporter room.
T’Reth: T’Reth: “I will set the reactor to overload. That should provide enough power, and destroy the ship in…an average of 15 minutes, plus or minus four point five.”
T’Reth: “In that time we will have to take the transporter room.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Hmm
T’Reth: that’s more Kagin’s job
T’Reth: scratch that, reverse
T’Reth: “Kagin, can you set the reactor to overload? We need power for the transporter room.”
T’Reth: “Also, to destroy the ship.”
T’Reth: (I want to destroy the ship)
Referee: (Hmmm. The mirror universe doesn’t have enough corpses. How to change that . . . I know!)
Campaign saved.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: I can probably get some extra power form it, sure.
Kagin: Is there a console here I could use to accomplish that?
Referee: In engineering? I think you can find something.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Hell… Can I override and move primary command functions down here?
Kagin: Lock out the rest of thes hip?
Referee: You could try. . .
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = 3]
Campaign saved.
Referee: [1d6+1m6 = 1]
Computer: "Unauthorized access detected. Possible coup in progress. Engaging sterilization procedures on deck 7.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “Hey, guys.”
Kagin: “I got something… but it’s not more power.”
Kagin: Can I at least keep the transporters active?
Referee: Happily, those aren’t on your deck. Unhappily, the lights have started flashing red and something green is coming from the vents.
T’Reth: Didn’t we put on emergency suits last time? For exactly this? Because nerve gassing the ship was what I wanted to do?
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: AND YOU SAID THE SHIP HAD NO NERVE GAS BUTTON
T’Reth: you never let me use nerve gas
Referee: Mirror T’Reth is exactly why Mirror Vivian put in nerve gas. Mirror T’Reth is also why Vivian didn’t TELL Mirror T’Reth about the nerve gas.
T’Reth: I’m gonna run a zombie game and hand out nerve gas grenades like candy
T’Reth: just to spite you
T’Reth: Anyway, we are either already wearing or quickly put on emergency suits of some kind.
Kagin: Agreed.
Referee: Make an Alertness roll to get into your suits without damage!
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+2 = 2]
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = -2]
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: -1!
T’Reth: but I am going to spend a FP for Fearful and Fascinated to invoke my cautious nature
T’Reth: and say I had noted the location of the emergency kits upon entering the room, jus tin case
Referee: Works for me.
Mirror T’Reth (over the communicator): “I’m seeing that your deck has been locked down. What is going on?”
T’Reth: “Your captain is nerve gassing this deck.”
Campaign saved.
Mirror T’Reth: “You are going to need to get out of there. The whole ship is going on alert.”
T’Reth: “We’re just rerouting more power to the transporter room. We’ll join you momentarily.”
Mirror T’Reth: “Move quickly. I won’t be able to . . .”
Referee: There is the sound of phaser fire and the line goes dead.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I will retrieve myself. Proceed to the transporter room as best you can and prepare our escape.”
Referee: There is no response.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: (I was talking to Kagin)
Kagin: And I am making my way to the transporter room.
Referee: (That’s good. Because it’d be a onesided conversation with the communicator.)
Referee: Kagin finds the transporter room unguarded! Off, but unguarded.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Okay, let’s work on that, then.
Kagin: I wish I had security.
Kagin: Or hacking.
T’Reth: T’reth heads to where Other T’Reth is.
Kagin: Let’s hope my Starship Engineering luck is better here.
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = 6]
Kagin: 6
Referee: T’Reth has to climb up two decks worth of ladder, but can hear the sounds of phaser fire not far ahead.
T’Reth: I use Stealth
Kagin: Can’t I just transport him from the ship to wherever we need to og?
Kagin: go?
T’Reth: because I swear to god if I can’t sneak up behind Mirror Vivian and snap her neck, I’m gonna…insist we play AFMBE
T’Reth: and you don’t want that. I don’t want that. No one wants that.
Referee: Not while the security is up. There are internal force fields all over.
Campaign saved.
Referee: You can try . . .
T’Reth: [1d6
1m6 = 0]
T’Reth: 2
Referee: [1d6
1m6 = -4]
Campaign saved.
Referee: It costs two of her fate points (Spent on Paranoid Commander and Stubbornly Self-Reliant), but she twists as you go for the neck snap. It is merely a neck wrench.
T’Reth: I thought I was rolling for stealth!
T’Reth: if this is the neck snap
Referee: I thought you were rolling an attack!
Referee: Which is why I sold all my hair.
Referee: Things . . . things got out of control over here is what I’m saying.
T’Reth: I am obviously invoking Human Necks Are So Fragile for 2, Angry Vulcan, SS31 Agent, and Divided Loyalty (since T’Reth haslong made her plans on how to kill Vivian if necessary)
T’Reth: for like +a million
T’Reth: look
T’Reth: I have three fate points
T’Reth: TAKE them
T’Reth: and make her dead
Kagin: Ha ha ha
Campaign saved.
Referee: She has a stress track like a real person. This’ll give her an . . . unfortunate . . . consequence. But you’ve already got two murders in on this boat. You gotta work for SOME of them.
T’Reth: FINE
Referee: Kagin: The console lights up, just like it should. There is a bit of a heat shimmer from the transporter pad and you maybe smell something burning in the panels behind you. The pad is getting the power it needs, but it can’t keep doing this for long.
T’Reth: Then while she’s all oh my neck injury oh noes I strangle her
Kagin: “Lieutenant, you might want to hurry. I can’t keep the transporter on for long.”
T’Reth: Who else is in the room? Is my counterpart conscious?
Campaign saved.
Mirror Vivian: “Bitch! We should have LEVELED your world!”
Referee: NPCs get actions too! NPC rights!
Mirror T’Reth: “T’Reth! You need to leave!”
Referee: There are an increasingly worrying number of guards arriving. It’s a charred, smokefilled corridor.
T’Reth: “Come along, then.” T’Reth gives covering fire to T’Reth, so she can move up. Can I stomp on the now-injured neck of the captain?
Referee: No, because the captain is attacking you with kicks.
Mirror Vivian: [1d6
1m6 = 5]
Mirror Vivian: Holy moley. 5.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Please make a acrobatics or fists roll for your defense?
T’Reth: [1d6
1m6 = -3]
T’Reth: -1
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Can I transport him out of there to the telepad?
Referee: Nyet.
Referee: With the alerts up, there are all sorts of internal forcefields blocking transport.
Referee: T’Reth is taking 6 stress. Since can only take 5, some of that is presumably getting shunted off into a consequence.
T’Reth: Mirror Vivian’
T’Reth: s ninja kick shatters T’Reth’s knee
T’Reth: She stumbles to the ground!
T’Reth: And then shoots Mirror Vivian?
Campaign saved.
Referee: Compel off of Angry Vulcan: The shot goes wide and hits one of the overstuffed circuit boxes that seem to be so common on TOS ships, exploding and seperating everyone!
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: I shall accept!
T’Reth: Angry Vulcan should work for general proprety damage
Referee: That was my thinking!
Referee: Kagin: There is a blast and you lose contact with T’Reth.
T’Reth: T’Reth enters the transporter room. “She didn’t make it. Let’s go. I tire of this universe.”
Kagin: “Agreed.”
Kagin: <fires>
Campaign saved.
Referee: You can see the transporter console actually melting as it fades from view.
Referee: Everything is black for an uncomfortably long period of time, much longer than the nearly instant transition you are used to, but another transporter room eventually comes into view.
Referee: With a very stressed out Turner working the controls.
T’Reth: “How very wonderful it is to not see your brain, Lt. Turner.”
Lt. Turner: “I . . . has that been a problem?”

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Unfaithful Mirror Part 3

Referee: So we have T’Reth talking to her mirror double.
Referee: And Kagin is sitting behind a force screen while his mirror double gets ready to take pot shots at him.
T’Reth: wait didn’t I steal her memories and snap her neck?
Referee: Not YET you sure didn’t.
T’Reth: well lets at least do the mind-meld
Campaign saved.
Referee: That would give her a very good chance of seeing the neck snap coming.
T’Reth: i’m not gonna neck snap her
T’Reth: this is star trek, not murderspace 3000
T’Reth: I might trade places though
Referee: Well, is there a specific question you are trying to figure out with the mind meld? Or are you putting a ‘I knows about the mirror empire’ aspect on yourself or something?
T’Reth: yes
Referee: Yes?
T’Reth: the aspect one
Campaign saved.
Referee: Make an Empathy roll. And a Deciet one if you want to conceal anything.
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = -3]
T’Reth: -2
Referee: [1d6+1m6 = -5]
Kagin: Negative rolls are the best rolls.
Referee: Hah. Believe it or not, that’s much better than MY roll.
Mirror Kagin: “So, here’s the deal, me.”
Mirror Kagin: “First shot, that one’s on stun. If what you told us about breaking through shields is on the level, lucky you. If not, well, the next dozen shots won’t be on stun.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: (so was the meld successful?)
Referee: Indeed it was. You get a blast of confusing images and feelings. Mostly awful, because it’s that kind of place.
T’Reth: T’Reth steps back. “Your entire universe is jerks.”
Referee: You get to “remember” Mirror Vivian ordering the photon torpedo bombardment of the Cariosan capital. And Mirror Kagin’s crude brain augmentation on Mirror Lori.
Kagin: (how exactly are they planning on testing my shield bluff?)
T’Reth: “If we are to be in two places at once, I’ll need a uniform.”
Campaign saved.
Mirror T’Reth: “I will try to avoid offence. I see that your life has been far from blameless.”
Referee: It wasn’t a shield buff, but a way of breaking through shields, as I recall.
Referee: So, they are putting you behind a shield and shooting at it. On stun. At first.
Kagin: This may not work out quite as well as I’d hoped.
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Very droll. To put it in the human way, lets get the hell out of this shit universe.”
Mirror T’Reth: “We will need control of the engine room and the transporter room to do that.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “And we’ll have to liberate my colleagues. Suggestions?”
Campaign saved.
Referee: Well, you have until a full power phaser breaks through the shield to figure out a plan B.
T’Reth: Ideally, the charred corpse of Mirror Kagin will be put in the cell where Kagin is nwo, and Kagin and I will have to pretend to be our mirror duplicates.
Mirror T’Reth: “I can cause an infrared burst through life support that will disable non-vulcans.”
Kagin: Am I restrained?
T’Reth: “Ah, while you do that, I will head to where Kagin is being held to revive him. Then we shall proceed to engineering?”
Referee: You are not. You’ve spent some time in the Agony Booth. So your muscles aren’t going to be happy about you doing anything. Like breathing. But you aren’t tied up or anything.
Kagin: Well, that will make it slightly more difficult to try to overtake mirror me, huh?
Kagin: Not that it will stop me.
Kagin: Did we get a skill point?
Referee: Well, he’s on the other side of the forcefield.
Referee: Oh, yes.
Campaign saved.
Mirror T’Reth: “We’ll need to get a uniform for you first. Wait five minutes, then follow me to my quarters. I will use innuendo to convince the guards that I am taking you there for something unseemly.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Excellent. We may not have time for that, sadly.”
Campaign saved.
Mirror T’Reth leaves to enact plan ‘convince the guards that twincest is afoot’.
Referee: What is Kagin up to?
Kagin: Well… I am going to wait for hte shield to go down and try to overpower Mirror Kagin
Kagin: It has almost no hope of working, but it’s what I’ve got.
Kagin: I should be able to predict when the shield will go down using engineering.
Kagin: Right?
Campaign saved.
Referee: You should indeed.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Make an Engineering roll to get the timing?
Referee: T’Reth is gonna get leered at by the guards, of course. But that’s basically the point.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth pretends to care.
Kagin: Oh wow
Kagin: This wasn’t updating
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+2 = -1]
Kagin: Uhh
Referee: Maybe come up with a plan C?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Plan C is “survive a phaser blast”
Kagin: Or “hope T’Reth gets here”
Referee: Well, T’Reth gets her pants.
T’Reth: woo
T’Reth: pants
Mirror T’Reth: “I will go to the life support system and meet you in Engineering?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Done. I will stop by the brig to rescue Kagin.”
Mirror T’Reth: “Try to keep a low profile.”
T’Reth: ‘Agreed.’
T’Reth: Off to the brig!
Campaign saved.
Referee: You find that Kagin isn’t in the Brig. His double tossed him in the Agony Booth for a while and then dragged him off to engineering.
T’Reth: Oh, then off to Engineering!
Referee: So, your Kagin, still helpfully in the science uniform, is in a corner, protected by a flickering, sparking force screen while MirrorKagin takes pot shots at it with a phaser set to kill.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Anyone else present in Engineering?
Referee: A handful of other pretty uncomfortable looking ensigns and the transparent skulled Mirror Turner. Staring unresponsively ahead.
T’Reth: T’Reth thinks of an appropriate excuse to order the drones out.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Get out or I’ll send you to the Agony Booth?
T’Reth: “Clear the room. I need to speak with Kagin.”
Kagin: Oh, hey. Another mirror universe guy. Great.
T’Reth: “Be silent, captive, or I’ll remove your vocal cords.”
Kagin: “Before or after he shoots me?”
Mirror Kagin: “This IS set to vaporize.”
T’Reth: “After. He wants to hear you scream.”
Campaign saved.
Mirror Kagin: “Well, that is true.”
Kagin: “Oh, okay. Sounds nice.”
T’Reth: Do they leave the room?
Kagin: “Where IS your double, anyway? Did you guys already vaporize him?”
Referee: The goons do, Mirror Kagin isn’t leaving yet!
T’Reth: (That’s all I needed. WE are alone?)
Referee: There aren’t any unnamed extras in the room.
T’Reth: Then we’re just waiting for the everyone-to-fall asleep part?
T’Reth: Or…
T’Reth: can I snap Mirror Kagin’s neck and get in a fist fight with Mirror Turner?
Campaign saved.
Referee: Mirror Turner has about as much free will as your communicator right now. So, maybe skip that step?
T’Reth: ah
T’Reth: NECK SNAP
Referee: Make a fists roll!
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 0]
T’Reth: INVOKING Human Necks Are So Fragile
T’Reth: for 2
Referee: This is BASICALLY the best time for that aspect.
T’Reth: and ANGRY VULCAN for another +2
T’Reth: and Secret Section 31 Agent!
T’Reth: I really want this neck snapped
Campaign saved.
Referee: I’m getting that!
Referee: [1d6
1m6 = -3]
Referee: I . . . didn’t need to roll that -6 right there.
Kagin: “So, does this mean YOU killed your double, then?”
T’Reth: “Swap clothing. We’ll incinerate his body and say it was you.”
Mirror Turner keeps staring blankly ahead. The diodes in her brain blink every now and then.
Kagin: “Can I act like an asshole, then? You know… to convince them it’s really Mirror Me.”
Kagin: Oh, and can I take off whatever they’ve got on Turner?
Kagin: Make her not a thrall?
T’Reth: “You will not need to act, I suspect.”
Kagin: “Was that a joke, T’reth?”
T’Reth: “No. My double is disabling all non-vulcans soon. I will revive you and we will depart.”
Kagin: “had my hopes up.”
Referee: Someone can make a science roll to check out what has happened to her.
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = 3]
T’Reth: ooh
T’Reth: I got mad science
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Invoke “mechanics is more nature” for +2
T’Reth: but I suspect
T’Reth: you’ve gone super dark and she cannot be saved
Referee: Parts of her brain aren’t there anymore.
Referee: You can take that shit off, but then she won’t know how to breathe.
Kagin: Okay, Let me shut her down permanently, then?
Referee: You can totally do that. Via that phaser, if nothing else.
Kagin: I’d rather do it a little more humanely?
Referee: So, a neck snap?
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Stop. She may yet prove useful.” (She obeys us without question, no? So if I tell her to overload the ship’s reactor core and irradiate everyone while we’re wearing protection suits….)
Kagin: “Well, that’s cold.”
Referee: She sure seems to.
T’Reth: T’reth: “On second thought, we can’t be sure there aren’t any failsafes. Do you want met o put her out of her misery?”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: <sighs> “I suppose so.”
T’Reth: Neccckkkkksnap
T’Reth: is Kagin done swapping uniforms yet.
Referee: T’Reth might remember this from the mind meld. The doomsday ship from two adventures back? That had a lady hooked into it by the brain? That was Turner in the mirror universe. And Kagin and Dr. Wright couldn’t fix it, so they figured maybe they’d commit a crime against humanity/invent a really great PDA.
Referee: I guess that all depends on how modest he is.
T’Reth: I don’t remember that at all
Kagin: I remember that.
Referee: It was while T’Reth was busy letting the ship get shot up so she could get detailed scans of the doomsday ship.

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Unfaithful Mirrors Part 2

Referee: So, T’Reth is chatting with her mirror double while Kagin is undergoing some recreational torture.
T’Reth: T’reth: “I have an idea. You’re not going to like it.”
MirrorT’Reth: “That is very likely. I like few of the ideas people present to me.”
T’Reth: “We can cover more ground if there are two of us. And there could be.”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “One of us, however, is expected to remain in the brig.”
T’Reth: “We shall need to work fast, then. Once the alarm is sounded we can only count on so much confusion being sown.”
MirrorT’Reth: “This does not sound like a plan with a pleasant outcome for myself.”
T’Reth: “Not unless you come with me.”
Referee: So. Kagin. The Agony Booth. You’re in there. It is . . . agonizing. And your mirror universe double is hanging out with the guard yukking it up.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Oh wait… didn’t I roll last time to try to feed him false information?
Referee: Indeed you did. What are you trying to feed them?
MirrorT’Reth: “Dangerous. Reprisals are likely.”
Kagin: Information about our shields. Maybe incorrect frequencies that work against them for phasers.
T’Reth: “Across a dimensional barrier? And abduction of three Federation officers won’t incur reprisal already?”
Campaign saved.
Referee: Hmm. Make a Rapport roll.
Kagin: Who was that directed @?
MirrorTurner enters the room as Kagin is going over shield frequencies. Half of her head is shaved, exposing a transparent plate over her partially cybernetic brain. She has a vacant expression on her face.
Referee: T’Reth.
T’Reth: Can I make that a Deceit roll instead?
T’Reth: Rapport is…not my bag.
Referee: I’m not sure what about that is a lie?
T’Reth: The whole “come with me” thing. I’m still 90% sold on the mind meld and then neck-snap plan.
Campaign saved.
Referee: I’d ask where you have the goatee, but . . . I should not. Go for Deceit.
Kagin: “Well, I will admit that female turner may be an upgrade. Don’t tell our Turner I said so.”
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 4]
T’Reth: 6! She trusts me! TRUSTS ME
T’Reth: NECKKKKSNAP
MirrorKagin: “Damn straight she is. Most of her personality got wiped when I put her brain back together, but that’s part of the upgrade.”
Referee: [1d6
1m6 = 3]
Referee: Do you mumble ‘neeeecksnaaaaaap’ in your sleep?
Referee: I think you do.
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “Assuming I agree to this, and get you something other than that dress to wear, is your plan any more elaborate than ‘break into engine room and rig transporter’?”
Campaign saved.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “That depends on your security setup.”
MirrorT’Reth: “Haphazard, but lethal. With assassination so common, no unified security system would be permitted to exist. The danger of it being turned against you is simply too high.”
T’Reth: “Then we need merely distract your Captain with a threat of assassination.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Who is her chiefmost rival among the crew?”
MirrorT’Reth: “Myself, unfortunately. Or possibly Lieutenant Kagin.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “If you are anything like me, you already have a plan to depose the Captain, should it prove necessary, even if you have no ambitions there.”
MirrorKagin: “Well, fish him out of there and toss him back in the cell. We’ll do this again sometime. It’ll be fun.”
Kagin: “Yeah, I could really use a nap.”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “Yes, though my plan does feature flight and a series of cover identities. Becoming captain of a starship is not a healthy career.”
T’Reth: “No better place to fly than my dimension. The Federation has a very generous pension plan for refugees.”
Referee: (The agony booth, by the way http://youtu.be/ofUdfFC6kJc?t=55s )
(The agony booth, by the way http://youtu.be/ofUdfFC6kJc?t=55s )
Referee: Laying it on a bit thick with that one, don’t you think?
T’Reth: thick?
T’Reth: the pension plan probably is very generous
Campaign saved.
MirrorKagin: “Actually . . . I’ve got a great idea. Lets get him to engineering.”
Kagin: “Oh. Well, that aught to be fun, too.”
MirrorT’Reth: “In any event, the controls on the interior ship lights are considered ‘inessential’ and are less secure. They could be jury-rigged to produce a temporarily blinding burst of radiation.”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “Blinding to any species who did not possess an inner eyelid, of course.”
T’Reth: “Of course. Shall we?”
Campaign saved.
Referee: Kagin is dragged down to engineering by the goonish guards and tossed in a corner. Mirror Kagin directs some of his ensigns in putting together a quick and dirty force field fencing him in.
MirrorT’Reth nods
Campaign saved.
Kagin: How much more advanced is their technology?
Referee: Make an engineering roll.
Kagin: Starship or regular?
Referee: Either one!
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = -1]
Kagin: “Nature than Nurture” for a reroll?
Referee: Go for it.
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = 4]
Kagin: Better!
Referee: It could hardly be worse!
Campaign saved.
Referee: The mirror universe’s technology isn’t really better.
Referee: It’s bigger, flashier, and draws a lot more power, but it isn’t more sophisticated.
Kagin: It draws more power? I wonder if their generators are better.
Referee: Larger.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Heh
MirrorKagin: “Are you as much of a fan of irony as I am?”
MirrorKagin is fiddling with a phaser.
Kagin: “I’ve never really been a fan of irony at all, honestly.”
Kagin: “Now, scotch. That’s a good one.”
MirrorKagin: “You aren’t getting any of my scotch.”
Kagin: “What? Just ‘cause we’re mirrors of each other, we can’t be friends?”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “We will need to overpower the guards at the door. They would not allow you to go anywhere other than the brig.”
MirrorKagin: “Hmm. I try not to get attached to dead men.”
Kagin: “See? When you say those things, it hurts me.”
MirrorKagin: “I got good news for you. I’m about to make that problem go away. Lets see how good your ‘technological secrets’ really are.”

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Unfaithful Mirrors

Unfaithful Mirrors, part 1
Referee: Kagin is dragged back into the brig cell he, Vivian, and T’Reth are sharing. His torture session wasn’t too long.
Referee: You aren’t sure how long you’ve been here, there isn’t a regular day/night cycle on the brig lights. Probably less than 2 days, though.
Kagin: Man… mirror universe Tempest sucks.
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: Agreed.
Referee: A squad of guards moves to the door as they turn off the force field.
Guard: “Get up, all of you!”
Kagin: “I was just up. Can I lay down for a bit?”
Guard shoots Kagin with his phaser.
Campaign saved.
Kagin groans.
Kagin: “Okay, okay.”
Vivian St.Croix: “All of Kagin or all of us in general?”
Dan: Ask a silly question, get a phase modulated answer.
Guard: “All of you!”
Vivian St.Croix: “There. Isn’t it much better to be specific? Apparently bizaro world standards didn’t include lessons about being specific.”
Guard still has that phaser.
Campaign saved.
Referee: The guards lead the lot of you out and down the hall, into three separate, spartan rooms. It isn’t long before your mirror universe doubles walk in after you.
Kagin: “Wow. Mirror universe me is UGLY.”
MirrorKagin: “You look like shit.”
Dan: HAH HAH HAH.
Vivian St.Croix: Oh that’s going to be the best conversation to watch
Kagin: “I’m wondering what you’d look like if we tortured you. I’m guessing… worse… somehow?”
Dan: You owe me a mirrorCoke!
Campaign saved.
Mirror Vivian: “Welcome to your new home, ‘Captain’. I can’t say you’ll survive long here, though.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Well, if you’re the opposite of me, then honestly I can’t see you making it very long either.”
Kagin: “I’ve been in a vulcan body. Can you honestly match that level or torture?”
MirrorKagin: “Well, if I had my way, we’d be having this conversation with you in the Agony Booth. But I think I’ll get my way soon.”
Mirror Vivian: “You’re unarmed, captured, lightly tortured, and I’ve thought of everything you’ll think of. Cven Kagin wouldn’t bet on you.”
Kagin: “Which one?”
Dan: Which one?
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “Except that leaves you with being weak willed, likely someone that gives in to anything that seems status quo … or mother. That and luck can’t like you very much.”
Mirror Vivian: “Mot . . . she’s alive in your world?”
Mirror Vivian: “I killed her when I was 12.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Honestly? I seriously debated it. But, regrets.”
Kagin: “Ha ha… Vivian, you and Mirror You aren’t that different, it seems”
Dan: You guys are all in different rooms!
Kagin: Aww
Kagin: Okay
Mirror Vivian: “No regrets. Purging that viper’s nest was the best decision I ever made.”
T’Reth: (i alos thought we were all together)
Vivian St.Croix: “yeah well…I guess everyone needs something around to have as a constant sourse of aggrivation. Can we skip the back and forth and just get down to the ‘why’ of this?”
MirrorT’Reth: “Good evening. As far as I am aware, neither of our universes has a protocol for contact with our alternate reality duplicates.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “To my knowledge, there is not.”
Campaign saved.
Mirror Vivian: “It’s simple. You can give us technical details on Federation systems and you’ll be rewarded. Or you can resist and be tortured to death.”
Mirror Vivian: “Your call, though.”
MirrorT’Reth: “I would like to begin by saying this entire abduction was unnecessary.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Because, knowing me like you say you do, that really sounds like something I’d do.”
Kagin: Is that the ultimatum given to all of us?
Vivian St.Croix: “Which means it IS something you would do. I think.”
MirrorKagin: “I’m supposed to ask you for stuff on your sensors and crap. But I’d just as soon watch you get tortured for being uncooperative.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Or at the very least, mistargeted. We are hardly the highest priority capture targets in our universe, should you be planning a nefarious cross-dimensional invasion.”
Mirror Vivian: “Well, we both know I’m rich enough to protect you. If you cooperate.”
Vivian St.Croix: “And we both know I don’t care enough about riches to really be swayed by that.”
MirrorT’Reth: “That is not. Sadly, the objective was much more modest. We abducted you and your shipmates in order to determine how to restore me and Kagin to our rightful bodies.”
Vivian St.Croix: Oh my godd, Mirror Kagin is really a woman?
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: That explains so much…
MirrorT’Reth: “After Lieutenant Turner left for your universe, the problem fixed itself on its own.”
T’Reth: “Ah, yes, we had a similar anomalous neuropersona transfer. It apparently resolved itself on its own.”
Dan: No. They just extradited you to torture-town to figure out how to fix a problem that fixed itself. Now they’re torturing you . . . pretty much just to torture you.
Kagin: How hard would it be to give dangerously false information?
Referee: How hard do you think it would be to fool yourself?
T’Reth: “If espionage as prelude to invasion is not your objective, why bother holding us? There seems to be no basis for hositlity betwene our two dimensions.”
T’Reth: “After all, if you have an analog to Dee-Turing theorem, you must realize there have to be far more dangerous realities adjacent to your own.”
MirrorT’Reth: “Because cross dimensional contact is illegal. I am not sure what sort of hold Lt. Kagin has on the Captain to cause her to decide to abduct you in defiance of those laws, but it must be quite strong.”
Mirror Vivian: “I’m betting that you care about survival, though. You’ll do whatever it takes to make it.”
T’Reth: “Given your use of torture, I surmise your reality’s Federation analog has none of the moral limitations mine does. If so, why do you not leverage this deviation from law as a means of supplanting the captain? Take power for yourself? Return us to our reality, and so achievethe approval of your superiors.”
Kagin: Well, if they’re asking about the specs, they don’t have them.
Kagin: So, I’m betting I can make it look believable pretty easily. How are they going to know I’m lying?
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “Oh, survival, yeah. I’m a big fan of that. But I’m also a big fan of not selling out the Federation.”
MirrorT’Reth: “I can only do that if the situation escalates. Captain St. Croix has powerful friends and, to be blunt, I am not eager to put myself in the firing line by taking a captain’s chair. The life expectancy among captains in the fleet is distressingly low.”
Kagin: Well, what do I get if I DO give these specs to you?
‘Nick’ reconnected
MirrorKagin: “A chance to see my disappointed face?”
‘Nick’ reconnected
Kagin: “With a side of freedom for me and the crew?”
MirrorKagin: “Hah! Wow. Suuuuuure.”
MirrorKagin is an asshole.
Kagin: I thought we were supposed to be opposites?
Vivian St.Croix: I was just gonna say…
Mirror Vivian is a mother-fucking pirate.
Mirror Vivian: “Who cares? You’ll never go back, so I’m pretty sure they won’t toss you in prison.”
Kagin: “Well, I’m certainly not giving them to you for nothing.”
Vivian St.Croix: And that is AWESOME.
Vivian St.Croix: “You realize I clearly can’t trust you to keep your end of the bargain, right?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Ah, yes. I understand. Politics within my Federation is less…cutthroat.”
MirrorKagin: “I guess every minute I’m working on that, I’m not asking Turner to show you all the settings on the Agony Booth.”
T’Reth: T’reth: “Tell me, does Vulcan still exist? It was destroyed in my reality.”
MirrorT’Reth: “Interesting. The planet still exists in this reality.”
Mirror Vivian: “No. But you also don’t have a lot to lose here.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Ours was destroyed by a renegade time traveller, so there may be no analog.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Not a lot to gain, either.”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “An interesting deviation from history. I will not ask about events on your side of the dimensional barrier. It would only be distressing for the both of us.”
Mirror Vivian: “You’d get a chance. A slim chance is better than no chance.”
Kagin: “Well, do your worst… blah blah blah”
Vivian St.Croix: “And my crew?”
Mirror Vivian: “We’ll see how cooperative they are.”
Vivian St.Croix: “If either of them die or come to grevious harm, you’re not getting anything from me.”
Mirror Vivian: “. . . I can promise less than grevious harm.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “If your Captain St. Croix has violated protocol, then she must be seeking a means of making some sort of gain from our capture.”
Vivian St.Croix: “No loss of limbs or perminant damage.”
Campaign saved.
MirrorT’Reth: “Yes. I am to ask you for technical details in any areas where your Federation may have exceeded the Empire’s development.”
Mirror Vivian: “Isn’t loss of limbs included with permanent damage?”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Absurd. She must be desperate, then.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “I have noted no area in which we outclass you, and we are obviously inferior in terms of interdimensional transportation.”
Vivian St.Croix: “I don’t know what your Medical is capable of. I’m covering bases, just in case.”
MirrorT’Reth: "Most people are desperate. As I said, though, her goals for this mission were originally much more specific. It was only after that problem disappeared that this became an open ended “fishing expedition”."
Campaign saved.
MirrorKagin: “It’ll be my pleasure. I’ll bring popcorn.”
Kagin: “Make it the buttery kind”
T’Reth: “Then in order to secure the safe return of Lt. Kagin and Captain St. Croix- mine, that is – it seems she will require something of value.”
Mirror Vivian: “That’s more like the girl I see in the mirror every morning.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Its called not being stupid and taking stupid chances. Speaking of mornings, you get married or not?”
MirrorT’Reth: “I do not know what you could offer her. I am sure that you could buy a more or less comfortable, secluded life with information. But I do not see how you could get the Captain to agree to your release.”
Mirror Vivian: “Hah. Are you a captain and a comedian in your universe?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I do not require my release, simple the return of my friends to my home dimension. I am content to secure for myself a far less extravagant price for what I can offer.”
MirrorT’Reth: “What can you offer?”
T’Reth: “The technology that destroyed Vulcan in my universe was far in advance of our own, employing concepts in physics decades ahead of ours. But we gathered enough from that encounter to shorten that timeframe considerably. I can offer you that knowledge. I can offer your Empire access to Red Matter.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Oh thank…whatever. For a moment I was worried that Opposite Me would have been stupid enough to marry someone with a brace of sister-cousins.”
MirrorT’Reth: “. . . I would recommend you reconsider that decision.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Your hesitation is fascinating. May I ask why?”
Mirror Vivian: “Why the hell would I get married when I can get what I want for free?”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “At least you’re not completely backwards.”
MirrorT’Reth: “If given the technology necessary to destroy planets, the Empire will immediately begin using it as a weapon of terror to destroy troublesome or rebellious worlds. I estimate that, within 200 years, half the inhabitable worlds in this quadrant would be destroyed.”
T’Reth: “In addition, your enemies would rapidly acquire the technology for themselves. This galaxy could be rendered uninhabitable by such a conflict.”
Mirror Vivian: “It is slim pickings out on the frontier, though. Wright is the only decent man on the ship.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “But such an outcome would end the threat your reality could pose to mine. Red Matter requires quantum tuning making it impossible to use as a transdimensional weapon.”
T’Reth: (should I roll Deceit at some point? T’Reth is bluffing the ever fuck out of everything, no one knows anything about Red Matter)
Campaign saved.
Referee: Go for it.
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = -2]
T’Reth: sigh
T’Reth: 0
Referee: I mean, you could totally use Science and Fearful and Facinated to actually know what the Federation knows about it.
Referee: [1d6+1m6 = 0]
T’Reth: Oh I totally do
Referee: Good news. Your Empathy kinda blows.
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 2]
T’Reth: 4 on that
Kagin: < my plan is to wait out the torture as best I can for a bit, then “reveal secrets” that are, hopefully, fatally incorrect >
Vivian St.Croix: [-2]
MirrorKagin calls for the guards to get that torture train started, then!
Vivian St.Croix: “…you’ve GOT to be kidding.”
MirrorT’Reth: “Even if future technology is unable to resolve that, the survivors would clearly attempt to invade your universe.”
Mirror Vivian: “What?”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “Wright? Really?”
Mirror Vivian: “You haven’t? Heh. Maybe I’ll send him over sometime. He’s very good.”
T’Reth: “Of course. But truthfully, was it the prospect of mass death in your reality that caused you to stop me just now?”
MirrorT’Reth: “Yes.”
Campaign saved.
Referee: Kagin, you’re taken to a part of the brig you’ve walked past but have never had the misfortune of entering. You are shoved into a glass tube of a booth by your burly guards.
Vivian St.Croix: “Wow. I can’t even wrap my head around how fantastically awkward this conversation just became. Lets go back to less weird things…”
Kagin: “So, this is the pain booth?”
Dan: Hee hee hee!
T’Reth: T’Reth: "Then you will be glad to know I was lying. We retrieved no information on the technology used to destroy Vulcan.
T’Reth: “I was hoping to bluff long enough to secure the release of the Captain and Lt. Kagin. Now, however, an alternative strategy presents itself.”
Guard: “AGONY Booth. See?”
Guard flips some switches. It . . . lives up to the name.
Kagin: < how do you resist torture? >
Campaign saved.
Referee: Resolve! Also, the stunts that Vivian has been picking up.
Kagin: Hey, I don’t have that.
Kagin: Awesome
Kagin: [1d6
1m6 = 3]
Dan: You do know how to roll positive numbers. A rarity here!
Kagin: Clearly I cheated.
Vivian St.Croix: The person that DOES have the stunts is the one not being tortured \o/ Yay for mirror self being just as easily distracted?
MirrorT’Reth: “What does your strategy entail?”
Dan: If you want, we can torture you! The Agony Booth doesn’t get tired! It is a trooper!
T’Reth: “If you wish to keep dangerous, destabilizing technology out of the hands of your civilization, it would be best to arrnage for the three of us to escape and return to our reality. Under torture we will eventually disclose the secrets we do have.”
Vivian St.Croix: …can we just stay here, kill our counterparts and become motherfucking space pirates?
Campaign saved.
Dan: The Agony Booth says no.
Vivian St.Croix: The agony booth is an asshole.
MirrorT’Reth: “That is a possibility. Your escape would not be simple to arrange, however. Transporting someone across the dimensional barrier requires the majority of the output of the warp engine. It is an unsubtle action.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “Okay, okay. Enough. What do you want to know?”
Mirror Vivian: “Lets get you back to your cell. I’ll have the guards send a notepad over and you can come up with a list of what you can offer us. And we’ll see what that can buy you.”
Mirror Vivian: “Oh, and I’ll tell Wright you said ‘hi’.”
T’Reth: “We shall have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
MirrorKagin: “Honestly? What your screams sound like. I should get Turner in on this. She might not enjoy it as much as a real person, but I’m sure she’d get a kick out of it somehow.”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “Fine, fine. I want the others with me though.”
Mirror Vivian: “I’m not exactly giving them the run of the ship.”
Vivian St.Croix: “So we can pool information. I didn’t expect you’d be letting them roam around.”
Mirror Vivian: “Where do you think they’ll be going, other than the brig?”
MirrorT’Reth: “Do you have any ideas on how you would gain access to the warp engines and transporter room?”
T’Reth: “In a culture as power-obsessed as yours, surely there is some kind of ship-wide defense system the Captain has access too for the suppression of mutinies?”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “You’re missing the implication that I want them back with me as soon as I’m back in the brig.”

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Lacuna, final

Referee: So, lets get this wrapped up. You’ve got an alien computer to get out of a warehouse. You can’t just go to the transporter room and beam it out. You could buy it, but you’ve got a crimelord and ambassador you might need to neutralize first. Or you could do something else! You tell me.
Kagin: But it’s okay because I’m going to rig this thing up to transport it directly to the cargo bay
Kagin: But I’ve gotta set up, which will take about 15 minutes.
Kagin: Also – we’ll be in the warehouse
Kagin: So that’s good times.
Referee: Build a crude transporter in the cargo hold and get through the warehouse’s shield and sure.
T’Reth: But it’s okay because I’m going to rig this thing up to transport it directly to the cargo bay
T’Reth: “It is possible to rig the transporter to send direct to the cargo bay. I will begin work immediately.”
T’Reth: T’Reth stumbles down to the transporter room!
Kagin: I got the equipment from Ensign StandIn, right?
Seshat (to T’Reth): “Do you need assistance? Most people who have that many of my appletinis need to lie down!”
Referee: Sure.
Referee: You just have to get into the place and set it up.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’reth: “It is generally inadvisable to perform complex and delicate work on untested, dangerous technology while badly inebriated.”
T’Reth: “However, my decision making is imparied by intoxication, so I am doing it anyway.”
Kagin: Alright, so me and the captain are breaking into a warehouse.
Seshat: “You remind me of my creators.”
Referee: You and Dr. Wright. The captain is . . . staying back to stall the auction.
Kagin: Erica is about to connect.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Seshat, are you advanced enough to understand our transporter technology and advise?” T’Reth belches loudly.
Seshat: “I’m shocked that you would even question the technological sophistication of a computerized mind projecting itself thousands of kilometers.”
T’Reth: “So, no, then.”
Seshat: “No, I wasn’t programed with anything resembling that information.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: So, is it nighttime?
Referee: Yup!
T’Reth: “Then if your physical instance ends up freakishly hybridized with my chief engineer, I apologize.”
Seshat: “If I end up freakishly hybridized with your ship and vent the atmosphere in a mad act of revenge, I apologize as well.”
T’Reth: T’Reth pauses, looks at Seshat for a moment, then walks towards the wall, opens a compartment, and puts on an emergency survival suit. “That is a real possibility.”
Seshat: “I wouldn’t bring it up otherwise.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth does some DRUNKEN TECHNOBABBLE to get the system ready, than radios (?) Kagin to let him know it’s ready.
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 3]
T’Reth: SCIENCE 6
T’Reth: I am TAGGING my “Drunk” aspect for +2; T’Reth is inebriated enough the fake T’Reth mind temporarily overpowering the Real Kagin beneath is suppressed and Kagin’s engineering intuition is shining through.
Seshat: Hah hah hah hah hah hah./
Referee: Er.
Referee: Hah hah.
Kagin: Meanwhile, down in the darkness, Kagin is attempting to disable the security on the warehouse.
Referee: That sounds like a BURGLARY roll!
Kagin: [1d6
1m6 = -2]
Kagin: Oh, man
Campaign saved.
Referee: You sure thing that securty is disabled!
Kagin: Also – going off.
Referee: How could it be going off if you disabled it?
Kagin: “Okay, the alarm’s disabled. Let’s go in.”
Dr. Wright (sarcastically): “Ladies first.”
Kagin: I touch the "open
Kagin: " on the control pad.
Dr. Wright: The door slides open, slams shut, slides open again. It also starts making an ear piercing screetch.
Dan: I’m just not watching my Ids tonight!
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “Dammit! I thought you said the alarm was disabled!”
Kagin: “It WAS
Dr. Wright: “Tell that to my splitting headache!”
Kagin: “Well, there’s nothing for it now. Let’s get this set up.”
Dr. Wright jogs in to look around
Kagin: “Can you hold off whoever shows up?”
Dr. Wright: “You know that fighting is the exact opposite of my job, right?”
Kagin: “Well, it’s not exactly on my resume, either!”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “But unless engineering is your job, then you’re in charge of shooting things.”
Referee: The inside of the warehouse is pretty spacious. The center of the building is dominated by a ring of about a dozen circular holographic image senders, one of which is lit up. The items for the auction are arranged one to a sender. The gigantic, ornate, stone one is Seshat.
Seshat (to T’Reth): “Ah, excellent news. They’ve found me! Also, I think they set off an alarm of some sort.”
Kagin: Okay. I rush forward and put the matter displacers around it.
Kagin: Then start calibrating the tachyon emitters to resonate.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Riiiiight before you can hit the last few buttons, two guards come barrelling into the warehouse.
Nameless Guard: “What are you . . . stop right there!”
Dr. Wright tackles one of them, leaving one advancing on Kagin
Kagin: “I really don’t have time for this…”
Kagin: Can I augment with Freaky Friday to do a Vulcan Nerve Pinch?
Referee: I’ll compell Freaky Friday to have you do more serious harm to the dude, in fact! Vulcan emotions be powerful, and T’Reth’s run a bit . . . dark.
T’Reth: hee hee
T’Reth: human necks ARE so very, very fragile
Referee: SO fragile.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: So, is that a … what… might?
Referee: Fists.
Kagin: [1d6+1m6 = 4]
Referee: HAH.
Kagin: Wow
Kagin: Well, that guy’s not a problem.
Kagin: “Oh.. wow. Well, that guy’s not a problem…”
Nameless Guard: “AHH! My legs! Both my legs!”
‘Erica’ connected
Dan: You keep changing your name!
Dan: I freed up your character.
Campaign saved.
(Unnamed): (I keep trying to set the program and my computer software on fire)
Dr. Wright keeps wrestling around with a dude, giving Kagin enough time to wrap up with his part of this.
Kagin: Okay, now for the roll
(Unnamed): (Laptop ‘misplaced’ the program last time it crashed, apparently)
Dan: You need to stop getting laptops made of twine.
Dan: I realize the savings you get.
Kagin: I am going to invoke “Nature than Nurture” and… “Never Leave A Man Behind” (if I can, for rescuing him?)
Dan: But twine.
Referee: Roll first before we decide what’s getting invoked here.
Kagin: [1d6+1m6+3 = 7]
Kagin: Hmm
Kagin: Might not need to.
Referee: Vivian is at the auction, where the holoprojection of the object d’art being sold is currently replaced as Dr. Wright and the guard roll back and forth over the projector.
Kagin: Ha ha!
(Unnamed): (Best Doctor EVER.)
Campaign saved.
Lt. Turner calls T’Reth over his/her communicator.
Dr. Wright: “This is the worst honeymoon ever, Kagin!”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “This is T’Reth.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “What a disgracefuly part of the galaxy they’ve exiled you to, Vivian.”
Campaign saved.
Lt. Turner: “We have a . . . situation on the Saratoga. Do you have a moment?”
Vivian: “You have no idea, mother. And this is a light day. You should see things after Happy Hour. Its great.”
T’Reth: “I likely have several minutes before becoming freakishly hybridized in a horrific transporter experiment accident.”
Lt. Turner: “We could use your presence, actually. Kagin’s as well.”
Campaign saved.
Referee: That is when the transport goes off. Which includes some agony for Kagin and T’Reth, actually.
Kagin: Yay, my body!
Kagin: Maybe.
Referee: Yup! Your body! And now your incredibly drunken brain!
Vivian: (Body swapped back? …are there extra limbs?)
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “Talk to me when you decide to rejoin civilization, dear. I’m sure you’ll get bored with this.”
Vivian: “Probably not before you get bored waiting for that call.”
Kagin: http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSt_xHdSFyeAHGukH0KL6WmMPa1-jTxIRNJpYshgpcrJgnw6blYNZC1UpI9
Kagin: Oh, links dont work? Sadness.
Dan: You can right click on a line to copy it, then past it into a browser.
Kagin: Yeah
Kagin: Found that
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “You always turn things into a fight. This is why you aren’t married.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III has a long suffering tone.
Vivian: “I thought I wasn’t married because I kept saying ‘no’.”
T’Reth: T’Reth takes a moment. “Ah, I have to confess to some sentimental attachment to this physical form.”
Vivian: http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSt_xHdSFyeAHGukH0KL6WmMPa1-jTxIRNJpYshgpcrJgnw6blYNZC1UpI9
Vivian: (fu too, laptop)
Campaign saved.
Dan: BURN!!!!
Kagin: I love that picture.
T’Reth: http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSt_xHdSFyeAHGukH0KL6WmMPa1-jTxIRNJpYshgpcrJgnw6blYNZC1UpI9
Kagin: Especially if you are a fan of “That ’70s Show”
Dr. Wright: “Be glad you got it back so soon. Kagin was getting weird.”
Vivian: (He looks so earnest about it, too)
Lt. Turner: “Sir? Sir? Are you all right?”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “It isn’t as if you are aren’t pretty enough. You’re quite acceptable. You just do your best to turn every compliment into a battleground.”
Campaign saved.
Vivian: “Its not my fault they make it so easy. Though to be fair, it might help their chances if any of them didn’t have a family tree that turned into a wreath at some point.”
Dan: Heh.
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “They were all genetically tested. Honestly, you’re just making up excuses now.”
Vivian: “Its not making it up when one of them out and says his sister is also his cousin. I’M still not keen on the level of doubled up genetics floating around in their tiny gene pools, thanks.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “I only have so much patience for you when you are being irrational, dear. Do call me in the morning.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III is ALL the patronizing.
T’Reth: ah, the future, where you can know exactly how inbred you are
Campaign saved.
Vivian: That is ALL a win if she goes away.
Vivian: “In the morning or when I’m finished being irrational? Two different time frames, mother.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “The former. I don’t want to cut off ALL contact with my daughter.”
Vivian: I think this is the time when someone jumps into their starship, yells ‘fuck you I do what I want’ and speeds away.
Kagin: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZLVi4v7lSM
Vivian: “We’ll see. I tend to get a little busy, what with my own ship to captain and all. Important things to do. Stuff to shoot. People to save. Takes up a lot of time.”
Lt. Turner (over the communicator): “Captain, are you there?”
Campaign saved.
Vivian: “Oh look, there’s some of that captaining calling me now. Yes, Lt Turner.”
Lt. Turner: “We have a situation up on the Saratoga. Are you free to transport up here?”
Vivian: “I’m free as soon as you can get me.”
Lt. Turner: “Understood.”
Lt. Turner (to T’Reth): “Are you and Lietenant Kagin ready, Sir?”
Kagin: “I’m more or less okay. Especially since I have my body!”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Yes.”
Referee: The three of you see the hangar/auction house dissapear in a blue shimmer and the transporter room of the Saratoga appear. As soon as you appear there, however, Turner moves the lever again, sending you on another transport.
Vivian: Bad Turner! No dinner!
Referee: A similar transport room appears at the end of your next hop. The armed guards are new, though. And they have phasers leveled at the three of you. On the wall, you can see a new symbol. A dagger stuck in a globe.
Mirror Universe Vivian: “Welcome to the Empire. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

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Lacuna, Part 4

Lacuna part 4
Seshat (to Kagin): “Good evening! I hope your sexual adventurism has come to a satisfactory conclusion because this is very important!”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: <snickers>
Seshat (to T’Reth): “I’m talking to your colleague now. One of the many advantages of a synthetic existance is the ability to co-locate.”
Dr. Wright: “I think this evening is taking a turn for the worse. ‘Honey’.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Well, I suppose that depends on what’s so important
Kagin: (is our portrait already done?)
Referee: Yup.
Kagin: So, what’s so important?
Seshat (to Kagin): “A crime must be commited! Your owner . . . wait, no . . . officer commands it. Your officer commands it.”
Kagin: My officer commands I commit a crime, eh?
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: (assuming I’m still on the line) “A class 2 sophont is going to be unwillingly entered into indefinite servitude, within Federation protected space. It is our legal, moral, pragmatic obligation to intervene.”
Kagin: That sounds… completely plausible.
T’Reth: “Also, this thing makes an INCREDIBLE appletini. Which I was just introduced to. Logically, further exploration is necessary.”
Dan: Presumably you are talking with him over the communicator while Seshat gives his (less useful) commentary.
Kagin: You’re drinking Appletinis? You’re a girl at heart after all, T’Reth.
Kagin: Okay, so where is this thing being… sold? Stolen? What am I supposed to do here?
T’Reth: “The tastebuds and biochemical response is yours, Kagin. Empirically, you’re a girl at heart.”
Seshat: “I’ll have you know that my Appletinis combine the virtues of over 13,000 recipies.”
T’Reth: “You are to proceed to the auction location and place the winning bid. I am authorizing an unlimited shore-fund account for this mission. Since the Federation is a post-scarcity economy, it’s not like we will miss the currency.”
Dan: Technically, it isn’t yet! Replicators haven’t been invented, so people in the Federation still have money.
T’Reth: “failing that, you are to use deadly force if necessary to retrieve this Seshat entity. I will be standing by with orbital phasers fro support if you need it.”
Seshat (to T’Reth): “I would appreciate it if you did not incinerate my physical components.”
Kagin: Wait, wait. Isn’t this in front of me a “Seshat” entity?
T’Reth: “Since the Federation is an almost, mostly post-scarcity economy, it is not as if we will not really miss that currency to a degree that will make the paperwork onerous on your end.”
Referee: There is a Seshat in front of Kagin. There is also a Seshat in front of T’Reth. Since both bodies are just holograms, it can do this.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Your first priority is the safe recovery of the Seshat entity’s core physical components. Your secondary objective is not starting a war with this planet.” T’Reth waves her empty glass at Seshat. “YOUR first priority is furnishing my drink with extra olives.”
Dan: Also, this planet is a Fed colony. But, the person selling the goods isn’t a Federation citizen, so there is some need for subterfuge.
T’Reth: T’Reth orders Ensign Recurring to try to get a transporter fix on Seshat’s broadcast location.
T’Reth: Failing a purchase, we will steal.
Seshat (to T’Reth): “More garnishes would ruin the drink!”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I defer to your judgement.”
Seshat (to T’Reth): “As well you should. I an the distillation of thousands of years of expertise in distillation”
Kagin: …
Kagin: Alright, Doc. It looks like we’re going to an auction!
Dr. Wright: “I’ve overjoyed.”
Dr. Wright: “Seriously. I actually like where this is headed much more than how things were looking before.”
Kagin: What, a threesome with a weird alien?
Kagin: I seriously doubt that was actually going to happen.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “No. I’ve been down that road before, actually.”
Referee: The ship’s sensors can easily locate Seshat’s hardware once he tells you what forms of energy to look for. It’s in a rather secure warehouse.
T’Reth: We steal it with our space teleporter.
Referee: It is larger than the transporter room, leaving you with a bit of a logistical problem.
Campaign saved.
Referee: The auction is being held in a kinda ritzy part of town.
Kagin: (do we need dressier clothes?)
Referee: A building called “The Cooler”. Your ‘date’ clothes will work, unless you feel the need for a shopping scene.
T’Reth: “Seshat, you are larger than our transporter.”
T’Reth: (Can’t we just…beam it into the hanger bay?)
Seshat: “Your transporters are built too small. I can’t be blamed for your parsimony!”
Referee: It’d need to materialize briefly. Which would cause some structural problems in the transporter room.
Kagin: If I was up there, I could probably get it to work.
Referee: You could get it onto a cargo shuttle with some equipment.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Wait, this is a Federation colony? Can’t T’Reth just call the local authorities and order them to impound the device on the grounds that it’s a sentient being and can’t be sold?
Referee: You totally can. At the risk of kicking off a diplomatic thing with the owner’s race and totally shooting Section 31’s shot at it in the head.
Referee: ‘By the way, your stuff can talk so we’re taking it’ is a conversation you can have, it just might make people angry.
T’Reth: Sigh.
T’Reth: T’Reth sits back and lets Kagin do it.
T’Reth: The stealing, that is.
Campaign saved.
Referee: The auction is being run by an Antinan, an isolationist lizard-person race. There’s a holoprojector on the floor that is creating an image of the lot currently being sold.
Referee: Right now, it is displaying a picture of an abstract statue.
Campaign saved.
Referee: There are about a dozen bidders in attendance, in a variety of races. If you knew her, you’d recognize Vivian’s mother among them.
Kagin: Oh, God.
Kagin: That’s who we’re going to be bidding against.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “According to the program, the ‘ancient funeary chamber (special transportation requirement)’ hasn’t been sold yet. It’s the only thing big enough to be, uh, what we’re looking for. Looks like we have . . . 45 minutes or so?”
Kagin: Well, let’s scope out the competition, I guess.
Kagin: Anyone of note in the audience?
Campaign saved.
Referee: Sounds like an Academics question.
Kagin: Since I’m using T’Reth’s body, can I use “Secret Section 31 Agent?”
Kagin: (reaching!)
Referee: Only if that somehow applies in this situation. I’m not sure how it would?
Kagin: Making a visual sweep for threats or people out of the ordinary?
Kagin: Seems like something an agent would be able to do quickly.
Referee: Nobody is likely to knife you in an alley if you buy something out from under them. I’ll tell you that for nothing.
Kagin: Okay
Kagin: [1d6+1m6 = 2]
Kagin: 2!
Referee: holy god you know how to roll positive numbers
Kagin: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT HAPPENED
Referee: You recognize Nallin, an Orion major-domo. He’s been linked to a large and varied list of crimes across 4 sectors. Nothing’s ever stuck to him, though. Also in the crowd is TharinJar, the Andorian ambassador to the Federation and a noted antiquitarian.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Oh, let’s sit next to him.
Kagin: I like creating inter-species incidents.
Dr. Wright (quietly): “Do NOT try to flirt with anyone.”
Kagin: “Psh”
Kagin: “Greetings, TharinJar.”
Campaign saved.
TharinJar: “Greetings . . . er . . . have we met?”
Kagin: Lt T’Reth, of the Tempest.
Kagin: We’ve met now!
Kagin: “Are you a collector?”
Seshat: “I appreciate the effort you are putting your underlings towards to preserve my existance! Several of my potential owners are . . . unpleasant. According to the publicably accessable information, at least.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Oh, don’t worry. Worst case scenario, I’ll vaporize you from orbit.”
T’Reth: T’Reth sort of mutters, leaning back in her/his chair.
TharinJar: “Ah, yes. The first officer? I believe there is going to be a reception on your ship after the repairs are complete. I would call myself more of a hobbyist than a collector.”
Kagin: “Ah, good. I’ve just recently taken an interest, so I’m an… excited hobbyist, I’d say.”
Seshat: “I don’t find this anything to joke about! I have a . . . well, I’m not 100% sure how long I have been alive. But I have a VERY long ‘living’ streak going and I don’t want that upset!”
Kagin: “Oh, pardon my manners. This is Dr Gary Wright, our CMO.”
Dr. Wright had been trying to look like he isn’t with you
T’Reth: “Incidentally…ifyou’re…software…we can just upload you.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I think you overestimate your hardware! I’m the product of a vastly more intelligent culture!”
Seshat: “No offence.”
T’Reth: “Program the computer with the necessary emulation.”
Kagin: (Putting him in the ship’s computer definitely won’t result in him taking over the ship)
TharinJar: “A pleasure. I’m not sure this is the best place for a beginner, however.”
Kagin: “Well, I’ll take experience anywhere I can get it. I’m not even sure I’ll bid on anything. Are you here for a specific piece?”
Campaign saved.
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TharinJar: “A handful. And yourself?”
Kagin: (what does the Seshat bit actually look like right now?)
Seshat: “Do you have a system with 1290 gigaquads of space free?”
T’Reth: T’Reth checks.
Referee: The hardware? A big, decorated stone box. About 20’ tall and 10’ wide and long.
Kagin: “I’ve heard there’s a… box, I guess? It’s supposed to be amazing.”
Referee: The software? Right now, a humanoid of an unfamiliar race.
Kagin: "From what I hear, it may predate the discovery of Alpha P55-Z
Kagin: "
Campaign saved.
TharinJar: “That’s hard to say. Because this isn’t a accredited Federation archaeological dig, no definate testing has been done. But, that’s also why it is being sold instead of going directly to a museam.”
Kagin: “Ah, so you know of it.”
Referee: If you used 100% of the free space on the Tempest . . . and the Saratoga . . . and borrowed some space from the colony’s researchers you could scrape it together.
Dan: Welcome!
Kagin: (holy crap. who are you?)
Vivian St.Croix: (fml, finally! updates for forEVER)
Dan: OH YEAH. I should have mentioned.
T’Reth: T’Reth passes out…as I am about to. Y’all got this under control.
T’Reth: I roll DEEP on this immersion thing
Kagin: Aww… have a good night, Nick.
T’Reth: this is what we call METHOD roleplaying
Kagin: Here’s to no hangovers.
Dan: Here’s to hilarious drunk dials.
‘Nick’ disconnected
Referee: To bring you up to speed in a hilariously incomplete fashion, the Tempest is in orbit around a federation colony undergoing repairs. You were drafted by your mother to go with her to an antiquities auction. When you come back from a trip to the bathroom, you can see Kagin (in T’Reth’s body) chatting with the Andorian ambassador.
Vivian St.Croix: I missed drunk rp? D:
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: Was this drafting via pain of death?
Vivian St.Croix: And am I aware that they’re in different bodies?
Referee: Yes and yes!
Vivian St.Croix: Just so I can avoid looking like I’ve come out of the bathroom hammered off of hand sanitizer, are we refering to people by who they are or the body they’re in?
Kagin: Outwardly? We haven’t really yet.
Kagin: Well, I guess I introduced myself as T’Reth
Referee: I dunno why you’d want to avoid that. It’s basically how Kagin has been rolling.
Kagin: Since Nick decided I was an alcoholic!
Referee: Also, any preferences for your mother’s name? I’m thinking Getrude?
Vivian St.Croix: I’m pretty sure I’m an alcoholic around family…
Referee: Drinks are plentiful.
Vivian St.Croix: Name the bat whatever you want \o/ Drinks are lovely. Unlike antique auction
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: Gertrude, Beatrice…who cares!
Kagin: Gertrude Beatrice St Croix.
Vivian St.Croix: Clearly, grandma wasn’t happy to have a kid.
Referee: Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III
Vivian St.Croix: Are we on the ship or on the colony?
Kagin: Colony
Referee: The colony.
Vivian St.Croix: And more importantly, have I ditched my mother?
Referee: It’s very nice! Tropical! You are stuck with your mother, however.
Referee: At the auction. But, if you are lucky, Kagin being here means the ship is exploding and everyone will die soon.
Vivian St.Croix: That cancels out whatever enjoyment the tropical environment can give.
Vivian St.Croix: If it gets me out of time with mother, then so be it!
Campaign saved.
Referee: Kagin, you see your captain coming out of the washroom!
Kagin: “Excuse me for a moment, Ambassador.”
Kagin: (leaving the doctor with him)
Kagin: “Captain… a word?”
Dr. Wright (quietly, as Kagin passes): “I will murder you during your physical.”
Vivian St.Croix: “As many words as you’d like, granted to bring me a drink along the way.”
Kagin: “Certainly.” (leads her to the corner of the room). “We have found an… intelligence. We’re here to buy it so it’s not sold into slavery.”
Kagin: “At least, I think that’s about what’s happening. T’Reth has more information, but I believe he’s passed out on the ship.”
Gertrude Beatrice St.Croix III: “Don’t go far, dear. There are some people it’s important for you to meet soon.”
Dan: That is an impractically long name.
Dan: Not that I’m going to change it.
Vivian St.Croix: “..I’m sorry, run that by me again. I thought you just said you found something sentient and you’re going to buy it so it doesn’t get bought by someone…”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: So going to steer Kagin-in-T’reth somewhere AWAY from the mother unit.
Kagin: “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I said.”
Kagin: “Oh, Ms St Croix. Lovely to meet you. Might I borrow your our captain for just a few more moments?”
Vivian St.Croix: “How did you find out its sentient, exactly HOW sentient is it…and how much is that likely going t—-Actually, why is it being sold in the first place?”
Kagin: “I’m not sure they know it’s sentient. Except some people who are buyers do. So we’re going to stop that. Seshat will be very grateful.”
Seshat (from right behind Vivian): “Indeed I will!”
Kagin: “Good Lord, Seshat. You have to stop doing that.”
Seshat doesn’t have mass, being a holographic projection. So his footsteps are very quiet.
Vivian St.Croix: “Sweet baby weasels! WHAT in the…”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “This is going to be one of those adventures that involves more expenses under tha table than lasers, isn’t it? Well. Nothing to be done about it. I guess we’re just going to have to…oh for the love of, more auctions…”
Seshat is of an unfamiliar humanoid race. Visually, at least. In the Star Trek funny forehead and ear ridges mold.
Kagin: “Seshat, this is Captain St Croix.”
Vivian St.Croix: (is he a funny color, too?)
Kagin: “Captain, this man makes an incredible appletini. So I hear.”
Seshat is a light beige now. But, as a hologram, that is customizable.
Vivian St.Croix: (lets make him rainbow~)
Vivian St.Croix: “Lovely. Then he can be my best friend for the next…half hour.”
Seshat: “Indeed I do. In addition to being the product of a civilization that makes your systems look like stone knives and bearskins , I am programmed with the mathmatically ideal recipies for thousands of drinks.”
Vivian St.Croix: “I’m not going to question how those two tihngs managed to dovetail.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Outside of that, its a pleasure to meet you, Seshat.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “If you your first officer’s drinking tolerance is similar to your own, you won’t be able to question it after . . . 3 appletinis, 1 black russian and a drink that has no equivalent in your culture, but loosely translates to ‘The sound of a ship breaking apart as it crosses the event horizon of a singularity’.”
Kagin: “I’ve gotta try that one.”
Vivian St.Croix: “I like the sound of that last one and honestly, I’m tempted to start there given the first part of my day. But I’ll work my way to that AFTER we keep you from getting sold.”
Seshat: “That is a very agreeable set of priorities.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “So, captain. Do you think your mother will be interested in a very old box that just happens to house a sentient being? ‘Cause that’s what we’re looking to buy here.”
Ecmazda is the lizardmen who dug up and is selling the goods.
Kagin: (does he know the last part of his name is a car brand?)
Referee: (He does not.)
Vivian St.Croix: (We need to call him Mazda and claim language barriers)
Vivian St.Croix: “I’m sure you could talk her into it…T’reth.”
Kagin: “Oh, no no. If your stories are anything to be believed, I’m inclined to have as little interaction with your mother as… ahem… humanly possible.”
Referee: In addition to your mother and the ambassador, the other big spender here is an Orion crimelord named Nallin. Implicated in a lot, but nothing’s ever stuck to him.
Campaign saved.
Referee: What is your plan?
Kagin: To try to outbid everyone.
Kagin: But… I’m pretty sure that will result in being mugged.
Referee: Well, you’ve got those particular NPCs in the way of accomplishing that!
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: Talk Kagin into talking to Mother Dearest into winning the bid. That failing, I guess sell another piece of my soul and ask it as a favor.
Dan: “YOU NEVER SHOWED UP AT MY 16TH BIRTHDAY I HATE YOUR FOREVER but buy me a talking computer box please? kthx.”
Referee: Well, how are you going about this, “T’Reth”?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: No, no. We have the money.
Kagin: I still think transporting the damned thing is an option.
Kagin: T’Reth just doesn’t have the technical know-how to coordinate it.
Dan: The problem there is that ‘go to the transporter room and solve all the problems’ is boring. So there will be something in the way!
Referee: What is Kagin doing, though!
Kagin: Well, let’s go back and talk to the Ambassador.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Wait… wait… hey, uh… Seshat.
Seshat: “Yes?”
Vivian St.Croix: Kagin is going to get more monies from the mother.
Vivian St.Croix: Oh wait…Seshat’s got super progarming, right?
Kagin: Can you make your ‘shell’ appear broken or something?
Referee: “Sadly, my holograms are limited to humanoid forms. I don’t think that helps?”
Kagin: Why aren’t we just stealing it? That would hurt the chances of T’Reth’s secret society getting it?
Dan: Stealing it is totally an option.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “Okay, new idea.”
Kagin: “Seshat, how does the device interact with quantum entanglement?”
Seshat: “I have no idea. Mostly because I have no idea what that is.”
Vivian St.Croix: “You’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, aren’t you?”
Kagin: “When I was in Starfleet, I helped a friend of mine with his doctorate thesis on this. I THINK I can jury rig our transporter to … well, transport.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Normally I’d protest against that, but since it would necessitate a hasty departure, I find myself a little more find of that idea.”
Kagin: “But instead of moving the atoms, we can just adjust the tachyon field and the device will cease to be here, and exist on the cargo deck instead.”
Kagin: “Kagin to Tempest engineering.”
Ensign Roman: “Yes, sir?”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: “Could you transport three tachyon emitters, four class 3 phase emitters and about 3kg of antimatter in a Tyson shell to the coordinates I’m about to give you?”
Vivian St.Croix: “Please tell me you have a better location for this than the bathroom.”
Ensign Roman: “Uh, yes ma’am.”
Kagin: “I do, yeah. The backside of the warehouse.”
Kagin: “Okay, Ensign. Transmitting coordinates now. Can you also ask Simmons to get himself to the transporter room and contact me when he’s arrived?”
Ensign Roman: “Will do.”
Kagin: “Come on, Seshat. I’ll amuse you with our views of how matter works on the way to the warehouse.”
Kagin: (Kagin heads to the warehouse, explaining quantum entanglement on the way to Seshat)
Seshat: “Oh, I can go with you and stay here. I’m not limited to one physical location, like you are. I don’t know how you manage, by the way.”
Vivian St.Croix: Yeah, going with.
Vivian St.Croix: Because a Captain has to oversee this kind of thing and unfortunatly, that trumps auction time with mommy.
Campaign saved.
Referee: The auction is progressing merrily along while you confer. Seshat’s physical form only has 15ish minutes before it comes up for sale, at this rate anyway.
Kagin: (how long does it take to get to the warehouse?)
Referee: Oh, about 15 minutes. Less if you sprint.
Vivian St.Croix: Balls. If its that close, I’ll stick around. Try to drag out bidding if Kagin takes too long.
Kagin: “If that thing disappears while it’s up for auction, it’s going to cause quite the stir.”
Kagin: “Which reminds me… Seshat. If we transport you up to the ship, can you… go silent, hibernate or otherwise make yourself undetectable? I don’t want a police scanner to find you on our ship after we steal you.”
Kagin: “And stealing you, then hightailing it is SO obvious.”
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: But SO awesomely outlaw.
Kagin: “Captain… we’re not outlaws!”
Seshat: “. . . yes?”
Vivian St.Croix: “I know, I know….some days though…Make it as fast as you can. I’ll find mother and stall bidding or at least keep the bidding going.”
Referee: Why don’t we call it here and have the improvised heist next week. I’m flagging somewhat on this end.
Referee: Also, the shocking cliff-hanger.

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Lacuna part 3

Dr. Wright: “You do realize you need to take advantage of this, right? There has to be some sort of prank pulled on T’Reth.”
Kagin: You don’t think drinking my body near to death was enough of a “prank?”
Dr. Wright: “Well, that’s more something she’s doing to you. Good luck with the hangover, by the way.”
Kagin: Yeah, that should be great.
Kagin: I can think of some creepy pranks. I mean, she has a nice body…
Kagin: But no. Creepy.
Kagin: Do Vulcans get hangovers?
Kagin: How does alcohol affect them?
Dr. Wright: “In the name of science, I propose a study.”
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “We don’t have a control, granted, but sometimes we don’t get to work in ideal conditions.”
Kagin: “Waiter? Give me uh… something strong. Got any Klingon drinks?”
Waiter: “Nah. Health codes prohibit us from serving anything that is technically alive.”
T’Reth: wait we have a WAITER on our skeleton crew ship?
Referee: They are on the planet.
Referee: Using the dinner reservations that Wright won off of Kagin way back in episode 2.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: oh okay
Referee: The planet is very scenic, too! Mostly little islands. Very pleasant climate.
T’Reth: if it’s mostly islands it will have MEGA HURRICANES
Referee: Not this time of year!
Kagin: Don’t you dare spend a fate point
Referee: Unless someone is spending a fate point or something crazy like that.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: tempting
Referee: Lets say it’s an outdoor restaurant.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “Hmm, you could use her voice print to requisition some medical cadavers? . . . No, that’s too dark.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Hmm
Kagin: I’m liking this drinking idea.
Dr. Wright: “Fine. No cadavars.”
Kagin: Ya know, let’s just establish that as a general rule, okay?
T’Reth: Also, T’Reht would have changed the codes by now. She doesn’t mess around.
Referee: T’Reth, you are woken up by the computer buzzing loudly!
T’Reth: Speaking of, her drunknap ends swiftly and she awakens, still inebriated.
Referee: Hah hah. Indeed!
T’Reth: T’Reth slaps at the comm button.
Kagin: Oh… the best kind of drunkenness is the kind that sticks with you
Computer: “Intruder alert. Intruder alert.”
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “We could find some enormously tacky gew-gaw and have it shipped to her quarters?”
T’Reth: T’Reth stumbles to her feet and slaps the comms to security. “I’ve got an intruder report here, Sgt. Markov, report!”
Computer: “Sgt. Markov is not abord the ship.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Identify the intruders. Intiiate security lockdown procedure.”
T’Reth: T’Reth grabs her gun and heads to the bridge.
Computer: “One unknown life form. Deck 3, Section 4.”
T’Reth: She changes direction and heads there. "All available security personnel assemble at checkpoint bravo on D3S4
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Stupid…human….biochemistry…” as she stumbles down the corridor.
Kagin: How about a gigantic portrait of herself.
Kagin: No… portrait of us.
Dr. Wright: “You need to define ‘us’ in this context. I’m . . . I’m not sure which you is involved?”
Kagin: T’Reth and you.
Referee: Happily, the walls have lots of things to hold onto. Unhappily, they are all things that hurt if you bump into them hard.
Dr. Wright: “OK, I’m with you now. Lets do it.”
Kagin: Okay, checking the extranet for a good place locally to do romantic portraits.
Referee: And away you go!
Campaign saved.
Referee: T’Reth, you find a casually dressed member of a humanoid race you are unfamiliar with poking around the rec room.
Referee: Doesn’t seem to notice you.
T’Reth: “YOU! Identify! NOW!”
Campaign saved.
Referee: The dude yells in surprise, dropping a glass that shatters on the floor.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Back on the planet, Kagin and Wright show up at the Pekoral Studio. There’s a bored human sitting behind the counter while a casually dressed member of a humanoid race you are unfamiliar with checking out the paintings.
Referee: Dude looks familiar to Kagin. For some reason.
Kagin: They don’t happen to be the secret agents from episode 1?
Referee: Nope!
Kagin: Hello. We’d like a portrait. We’re here on our honeymoon.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “What?! I mean . . . yes. Of course.”
T’Reth: T’Reth points an unsteady phaser at the man.
Seshat: “I come in peace?”
Seshat raises his hands. He doesn’t look like he’s taking this whole thing terribly seriously, though.
Artist sighs and gets up
Campaign saved.
Artist (to the other guy in the studio): “I don’t need to babysit you anymore, do it?”
Familiar Guy: “Please don’t pay attention to me. You need to document their ‘honeymoon’?”
Kagin: <what>
T’Reth: T’reth hits him with a stun blast.
Familiar Guy is checking out a painting of a marketplace
T’Reth: “Should have worn your visitor badge.”
Seshat flickers and pixilates, but returns to normal and looks down at where you shot him
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “This might be an inappropriate question, but does that gun have any special cultural significance?”
T’Reth: “Symbol of power, authority, violence, industrialized slaughter. Anthropologically speaking. You need a visitor badge.”
Dr. Wright: “Document?! No! Just . . . just a portrait!”
Seshat: “How dreadful. Do I need to sign something?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “How did you get on board this ship. There are many things to sign.”
T’Reth: “Also, please identify yourself. Both identity and species classification.”
T’Reth: (I wonder if thursday night gaming is just too many nights of gaming in a week)
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “It wasn’t easy. My name is . . . I’m going to go with Seshat. I don’t properly have a species, but my creators name for themselves translates to ‘Rightful Kings of All They Survey In This Life and the Next’.”
Kagin: (Wow, I’ve never met anyone whose race name translates into “condescension”)
T’Reth: “Your creators? Some kind of messanger hologram?”
Seshat: “Not a messenger, more of an archivist. Sadly, my creators are currently all discovering the extent of their dominion in the afterlife.”
Artist: “So, how did the two of you meet?”
T’Reth: T’Reth sits down. “Are you capable of manipulating the corporeal world at all?”
Kagin: Over a game of pool, actually.
Seshat: “To a limited extent.”
Kagin: I bet him he couldn’t win. The wager was over dinner.
Kagin: He won.
Campaign saved.
Referee: A bottle levitates off the shelf and pours itself a glass.
T’Reth: “Fascinating. Well, what are your intentions.”
Familiar Guy: “Interesting! Is gambling for romaintic gain common in your cultures?”
Dr. Wright is appalled at how this conversation is going
Kagin: Under certain circumstances.
Kagin: <makes>
Seshat: “Determining your intentions! The lesser cultures I have interacted with recently have been ruthless.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat glances back down at the phaser.
Dr. Wright: “But not anymore. RIGHT? HONEY?”
T’Reth: “It was on the stun setting.”
T’Reth: “You would not have been permanently injured.”
Kagin: I suppose it depends on the circumstances.
Familiar Guy: “What circumstances would cause you to move outside a mated pair bonding?”
Dr. Wright: “None! Aghh!”
Kagin: I bet you can’t find out
Kagin: <giggles>
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I see! Feel free to have this drink. As I lack internal organs, all I could do is hold it inside my body until I eventually ejected it.”
T’Reth: “I have had enough drink for the moment. A toxic beverage popular in this culture for recreational use is currently inhibiting my fine motor control and decision making.”
Referee: \occ To be fair, that’s basically what T’Reth would be doing with the drink, too.
Familiar Guy: “Wager accepted.”
Artist: “Uh, why don’t we get you to a sitting room.”
Dr. Wright: “YES.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I will assume that the drink bears some responsibility for your decision to shoot me.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “An appreciated gesture of charity.”
Seshat: “I was programmed with a generosity rivalling that of my creators.”
T’Reth: “Your now extinct creators. What were their intentions.”
Artist takes the “lucky couple” into the back for a portrait. He wants a romantic kiss, Dr. Wrights STRENOUS objects bargain him down to a cuddle.
Seshat: “That is difficult for me to say. I was a cultural archive. Based on the works of art in my archive, it was romantic success, contemplation of a hostile universe, and the maintenance of the status quo.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I see.”
Seshat: “They also invented many mixed drinks. My knowledge base in that area is quite extensive.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I see.”
Seshat: “MY intentions are strictly self preservation.”
T’Reth: “Are you in some sort of jeopardy?”
Seshat: “I am technology substantially more advanced than that of the races surrounding me. Of course I am in jeopardy.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth nods. “The Federation lacks the…moral flexibility, necessary to abuse you to learn your technological aspects. Whatever you share voluntarily will be appreciated, but otherwise no coercion will be employed against you.”
Referee: Really? Miss Section 31 Agent is saying that?
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Also the salary of a bartender aboard a vessel in a frontier zone is quite generous.”
T’Reth: (She’s LYING)
T’Reth: (gotta eat this thing’s BRAIN at first opportunity)
Referee: Do you keep a straight face during that whole thing? Is it POSSIBLE to keep a straight face when you are saying that?
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 2]
T’Reth: 4 deceit with a fate point to invoke SS31 for +2 means +6 on the LIE
Referee: [1d6
1m6 = 0]
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I appreciate the sentiment but my well-disguised physical components are currently on auction. I don’t know which lesser species will end up in possession of my ‘body’.”
T’Reth: “Auction? Where?”
Seshat: “On the planet. This ship is just about the extent of my range.”
T’Reth: T’Reth nods. “Where, exactly?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Rescue mission next week, then?
Seshat: “‘The Cooler’. A meeting hall in the largest settlement. I have a portion of myself there monitoring the procedings. Also one investigating local cultural production and a fourth being seduced by an adventurous Tellarian.”
Referee: Sounds good. Drunken auction hijinks and the shocking cliffhanger next Wednesday!
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: did you just cliffhang the cliffhangr?
Referee: Yup. I’m so fucking meta.

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Lacuna part 2

Lacuna, part 2
Referee: When we last left, Kagin was getting all dressed up and T’Reth was getting ready to call his lost love?
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth falls asleep first.
T’Reth: Or after.
T’Reth: DEPENDING
T’Reth: because I am going to spend a fate point to declare that the contents of that conversation are off-screen utnil the most hilarious and awkward moment possible
Kagin: Oh, we got a skill point, yes?
Referee: Oh. Yes.
Kagin: Rapport!
Referee: Sounds good to me. Maybe you don’t even remember having the conversation!
T’Reth: exactly
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: alcohol + memory effects of alien body swap
T’Reth: the skill pyramid
Referee: Unpredictable at best!
T’Reth: you need MORE skills below than above, right?
Referee: Correct.
T’Reth: sigh
Kagin: I was apparently doing it wrong. I have fixed that by adding Rapport.
Referee: Check.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “You do realize you need to take advantage of this, right? There has to be some sort of prank pulled on T’Reth.”
Kagin: You don’t think drinking my body near to death was enough of a “prank?”
Dr. Wright: “Well, that’s more something she’s doing to you. Good luck with the hangover, by the way.”
Kagin: Yeah, that should be great.
Kagin: I can think of some creepy pranks. I mean, she has a nice body…
Kagin: But no. Creepy.
Kagin: Do Vulcans get hangovers?
Kagin: How does alcohol affect them?
Dr. Wright: “In the name of science, I propose a study.”
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “We don’t have a control, granted, but sometimes we don’t get to work in ideal conditions.”
Kagin: “Waiter? Give me uh… something strong. Got any Klingon drinks?”
Waiter: “Nah. Health codes prohibit us from serving anything that is technically alive.”
T’Reth: wait we have a WAITER on our skeleton crew ship?
Referee: They are on the planet.
Referee: Using the dinner reservations that Wright won off of Kagin way back in episode 2.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: oh okay
Referee: The planet is very scenic, too! Mostly little islands. Very pleasant climate.
T’Reth: if it’s mostly islands it will have MEGA HURRICANES
Referee: Not this time of year!
Kagin: Don’t you dare spend a fate point
Referee: Unless someone is spending a fate point or something crazy like that.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: tempting
Referee: Lets say it’s an outdoor restaurant.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “Hmm, you could use her voice print to requisition some medical cadavers? . . . No, that’s too dark.”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Hmm
Kagin: I’m liking this drinking idea.
Dr. Wright: “Fine. No cadavars.”
Kagin: Ya know, let’s just establish that as a general rule, okay?
T’Reth: Also, T’Reht would have changed the codes by now. She doesn’t mess around.
Referee: T’Reth, you are woken up by the computer buzzing loudly!
T’Reth: Speaking of, her drunknap ends swiftly and she awakens, still inebriated.
Referee: Hah hah. Indeed!
T’Reth: T’Reth slaps at the comm button.
Kagin: Oh… the best kind of drunkenness is the kind that sticks with you
Computer: “Intruder alert. Intruder alert.”
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “We could find some enormously tacky gew-gaw and have it shipped to her quarters?”
T’Reth: T’Reth stumbles to her feet and slaps the comms to security. “I’ve got an intruder report here, Sgt. Markov, report!”
Computer: “Sgt. Markov is not abord the ship.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Identify the intruders. Intiiate security lockdown procedure.”
T’Reth: T’Reth grabs her gun and heads to the bridge.
Computer: “One unknown life form. Deck 3, Section 4.”
T’Reth: She changes direction and heads there. "All available security personnel assemble at checkpoint bravo on D3S4
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Stupid…human….biochemistry…” as she stumbles down the corridor.
Kagin: How about a gigantic portrait of herself.
Kagin: No… portrait of us.
Dr. Wright: “You need to define ‘us’ in this context. I’m . . . I’m not sure which you is involved?”
Kagin: T’Reth and you.
Referee: Happily, the walls have lots of things to hold onto. Unhappily, they are all things that hurt if you bump into them hard.
Dr. Wright: “OK, I’m with you now. Lets do it.”
Kagin: Okay, checking the extranet for a good place locally to do romantic portraits.
Referee: And away you go!
Campaign saved.
Referee: T’Reth, you find a casually dressed member of a humanoid race you are unfamiliar with poking around the rec room.
Referee: Doesn’t seem to notice you.
T’Reth: “YOU! Identify! NOW!”
Campaign saved.
Referee: The dude yells in surprise, dropping a glass that shatters on the floor.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Back on the planet, Kagin and Wright show up at the Pekoral Studio. There’s a bored human sitting behind the counter while a casually dressed member of a humanoid race you are unfamiliar with checking out the paintings.
Referee: Dude looks familiar to Kagin. For some reason.
Kagin: They don’t happen to be the secret agents from episode 1?
Referee: Nope!
Kagin: Hello. We’d like a portrait. We’re here on our honeymoon.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Wright: “What?! I mean . . . yes. Of course.”
T’Reth: T’Reth points an unsteady phaser at the man.
Seshat: “I come in peace?”
Seshat raises his hands. He doesn’t look like he’s taking this whole thing terribly seriously, though.
Artist sighs and gets up
Campaign saved.
Artist (to the other guy in the studio): “I don’t need to babysit you anymore, do it?”
Familiar Guy: “Please don’t pay attention to me. You need to document their ‘honeymoon’?”
Kagin: <what>
T’Reth: T’reth hits him with a stun blast.
Familiar Guy is checking out a painting of a marketplace
T’Reth: “Should have worn your visitor badge.”
Seshat flickers and pixilates, but returns to normal and looks down at where you shot him
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “This might be an inappropriate question, but does that gun have any special cultural significance?”
T’Reth: “Symbol of power, authority, violence, industrialized slaughter. Anthropologically speaking. You need a visitor badge.”
Dr. Wright: “Document?! No! Just . . . just a portrait!”
Seshat: “How dreadful. Do I need to sign something?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “How did you get on board this ship. There are many things to sign.”
T’Reth: “Also, please identify yourself. Both identity and species classification.”
T’Reth: (I wonder if thursday night gaming is just too many nights of gaming in a week)
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “It wasn’t easy. My name is . . . I’m going to go with Seshat. I don’t properly have a species, but my creators name for themselves translates to ‘Rightful Kings of All They Survey In This Life and the Next’.”
Kagin: (Wow, I’ve never met anyone whose race name translates into “condescension”)
T’Reth: “Your creators? Some kind of messanger hologram?”
Seshat: “Not a messenger, more of an archivist. Sadly, my creators are currently all discovering the extent of their dominion in the afterlife.”
Artist: “So, how did the two of you meet?”
T’Reth: T’Reth sits down. “Are you capable of manipulating the corporeal world at all?”
Kagin: Over a game of pool, actually.
Seshat: “To a limited extent.”
Kagin: I bet him he couldn’t win. The wager was over dinner.
Kagin: He won.
Campaign saved.
Referee: A bottle levitates off the shelf and pours itself a glass.
T’Reth: “Fascinating. Well, what are your intentions.”
Familiar Guy: “Interesting! Is gambling for romaintic gain common in your cultures?”
Dr. Wright is appalled at how this conversation is going
Kagin: Under certain circumstances.
Kagin: <makes>
Seshat: “Determining your intentions! The lesser cultures I have interacted with recently have been ruthless.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat glances back down at the phaser.
Dr. Wright: “But not anymore. RIGHT? HONEY?”
T’Reth: “It was on the stun setting.”
T’Reth: “You would not have been permanently injured.”
Kagin: I suppose it depends on the circumstances.
Familiar Guy: “What circumstances would cause you to move outside a mated pair bonding?”
Dr. Wright: “None! Aghh!”
Kagin: I bet you can’t find out
Kagin: <giggles>
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I see! Feel free to have this drink. As I lack internal organs, all I could do is hold it inside my body until I eventually ejected it.”
T’Reth: “I have had enough drink for the moment. A toxic beverage popular in this culture for recreational use is currently inhibiting my fine motor control and decision making.”
Referee: \occ To be fair, that’s basically what T’Reth would be doing with the drink, too.
Familiar Guy: “Wager accepted.”
Artist: “Uh, why don’t we get you to a sitting room.”
Dr. Wright: “YES.”
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I will assume that the drink bears some responsibility for your decision to shoot me.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “An appreciated gesture of charity.”
Seshat: “I was programmed with a generosity rivalling that of my creators.”
T’Reth: “Your now extinct creators. What were their intentions.”
Artist takes the “lucky couple” into the back for a portrait. He wants a romantic kiss, Dr. Wrights STRENOUS objects bargain him down to a cuddle.
Seshat: “That is difficult for me to say. I was a cultural archive. Based on the works of art in my archive, it was romantic success, contemplation of a hostile universe, and the maintenance of the status quo.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I see.”
Seshat: “They also invented many mixed drinks. My knowledge base in that area is quite extensive.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I see.”
Seshat: “MY intentions are strictly self preservation.”
T’Reth: “Are you in some sort of jeopardy?”
Seshat: “I am technology substantially more advanced than that of the races surrounding me. Of course I am in jeopardy.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth nods. “The Federation lacks the…moral flexibility, necessary to abuse you to learn your technological aspects. Whatever you share voluntarily will be appreciated, but otherwise no coercion will be employed against you.”
Referee: Really? Miss Section 31 Agent is saying that?
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Also the salary of a bartender aboard a vessel in a frontier zone is quite generous.”
T’Reth: (She’s LYING)
T’Reth: (gotta eat this thing’s BRAIN at first opportunity)
Referee: Do you keep a straight face during that whole thing? Is it POSSIBLE to keep a straight face when you are saying that?
T’Reth: [1d6+1m6 = 2]
T’Reth: 4 deceit with a fate point to invoke SS31 for +2 means +6 on the LIE
Referee: [1d6
1m6 = 0]
Campaign saved.
Seshat: “I appreciate the sentiment but my well-disguised physical components are currently on auction. I don’t know which lesser species will end up in possession of my ‘body’.”
T’Reth: “Auction? Where?”
Seshat: “On the planet. This ship is just about the extent of my range.”
T’Reth: T’Reth nods. “Where, exactly?”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Rescue mission next week, then?
Seshat: “‘The Cooler’. A meeting hall in the largest settlement. I have a portion of myself there monitoring the procedings. Also one investigating local cultural production and a fourth being seduced by an adventurous Tellarian.”
Referee: Sounds good. Drunken auction hijinks and the shocking cliffhanger next Wednesday!
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: did you just cliffhang the cliffhangr?
Referee: Yup. I’m so fucking meta.

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Lacuna part 1

Episode 4: Lacuna
T’Reth: “Being within a Vulcan body does not mean you need to continue speaking in imitation Vulcan, Lieutenant. We are neurologically similar; Vulcan cultural traits accounts for the difference in behavioral norms.”
Campaign saved.
Referee: We open up with the Tempest in orbit around the Akkara colony, having limped back there following the battle with the alien superweapon. Joining it is the USS Sutherland, sent to assist in the repairs and transfer some more crew over.
Kagin: Hey, I’m just using it as an excuse to let cold logic take over.
Kagin: It’s a great vacation.
Kagin: <serious> Engineering is very logical.
Dr. Gary Wright: “Sorting your food by cubic volume was taking it a bit far, though.”
Kagin: Hey, I am a method engineer.
T’Reth: “In any event, I have found no clear solution to our situation. I suggest we resign ourselves to the shift.”
Campaign saved.
Referee: Shall we say you guys are in engineering, working on the ship’s repairs?
Referee: Gary isn’t doing that. He’s . . . loitering?
T’Reth: Sure thing.
Referee: Lets say that this is the last bit of work you are doing before you run a baryon sweep through the ship to sterilize it. Work will have to be paused overnight until that is finished.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: And no, we’ll figure this out.
Kagin: I’m rather attached to my body.
T’Reth: “We are both physically fit. Our duties will not be impacted negatively.”
Kagin: I… suppose.
T’Reth: “The loss of cognitive capacity relative to my prior neurology is only moderate.”
Lt. Turner winces. Even she knows better than to say something like that.
Kagin: Ya know, I have boobs now. That’s the weirdest part, to be honest.
Kagin: (Kagin either didn’t notice the sleight, or he’s ignoring it)
Dr. Gary Wright: “It’s weird for . . . you know what, I regret starting that sentence.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I suspect a solution would require access to the strange alloy used by the alien spacecraft.”
Dr. Gary Wright: “Speaking of something else altogether, do you have plans while the sweep is being run, Kagin?”
Lt. Turner: “We might be able to figure something out with those readings you took.”
Campaign saved.
‘Dan2’ disconnected
‘Dan2’ connected
Kagin: Okay, that was good times.
Kagin: I wonder when FG2 froze.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Hmm… we sent that ship into the sun. I wonder if there’s debris we can round up.
Kagin: But maybe we don’t have to. Let’s look at the readings.
Lt. Turner: “I’ll be taking them over to the Sutherland this evening. Their science officer has offered to look over them as well.”
Kagin: Being in public in… this body… may be uncomfortable.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Gary Wright: “It’s not like anyone will know. Besides, I have a dinner reservation that you already paid for that’ll just go unused.”
Kagin: Wait… are you asking me out?
Dr. Gary Wright: “No! I asked Sarah, but she got caught in some warp coolant during the battle. She’ll be fine, but I try not to take people out when they are sedated.”
Kagin: I suppose there’s every chance that us going out to dinner won’t be awkward.
Dr. Gary Wright: “Besides, I won the pool game. It’s more like you taking ME out.”
Kagin: Yeah. Less creepy.
Dr. Gary Wright: “You’re welcome.”
Kagin: Still sarcasm, Doc.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Gary Wright: “Besides, since your . . . lets call it ‘traumatic incident’ . . . you’ve gotten how much time off? I mean, you have slept, right?”
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Yeah, I’ve slept.
Kagin: Just… it’s an adjustment
T’Reth: “I occasionally suffer from insomnia. You may wish to seek medication during thoset imes.”
Kagin: Alcohol is a good treatment
Kagin: Though your body deals with alcohol very differently.
Dr. Gary Wright: “. . . that’s it. You’re BOTH on medical leave for the night.”
T’Reth: “That explains my sudden craving for spirits. You are an alcoholic.”
Kagin: Functional.
Campaign saved.
Dr. Gary Wright: “As of right now, the two of your are off duty. You don’t need to go to the shuttle bay, but you can’t stay here.”
T’Reth: T’Reth nods. “As you wish, Doctor.”
Kagin: Alright, I guess. I think my guys have this anyway.
Kagin: <looks>
Ensign Longteig: “Yeah. Not much left to do till the sweep finishes, anyway.”
Kagin: Alright. Well, Gary. Would you like to accompany me to dinner?
Kagin: <chuckles>
Campaign saved.
Dr. Gary Wright: “OK, could you not phrase it like that? I’m regretting this already.”
Lt. Turner quietly goes for the door, so as not to be tossed on leave with the two of you
Kagin: Aww.
Kagin: Allow me to… change for our date. Heh
T’Reth: You know what might be fun is if the effect wears off gradually,w ith the two minds mixing slowly as they reset to normal
T’Reth: Kagin could start having flashbacks to, like, Vulcan exploding, and T’Reth could suddenly be crushing on whoever Kagin’s LI is…
Kagin: Do I have a love interest?
Referee: Hmmmm. Interesting idea! I wonder if I can merge that with the other idea I had . . .
Referee: And DO you have a love interest? If so, you might need to tell them something!
Kagin: It’d be exceedingly easy to reintroduce a girl from my hometown as a love interest.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: That’s just the kind of thing Kagin would have: someone he left behind to join Starfleet.
T’Reth: T’Reth stops at the still on her/his way back to her quarters. Just so the hangover doesn’t kill her instantly if she stops all at once…
Referee: As a side note, I’m assuming both Kagin and T’Reth have a temporary “The GM Shamelessly Ripped Off Freaky Friday” aspect, for the purposes of compells, declarations, etc.
T’Reth: naturally
Campaign saved.
Referee: T’Reth gets to the still as Ensign Hadley, a member of the science department, is carefully disassembling it.
T’Reth: “Is there any left, Ensign?”
Ensign Hadley: “Oh! Yes, sir.”
Ensign Hadley gives it a bit of a skeptical look, but she pours some out for T’Reth.
T’Reth: “I am inexperienced with drinking. What would be enough to abate the desire for alcohol, without significant impairment?”
Kagin: lol
Ensign Hadley thinks for a minute before pouring half of the contents of the glass back in.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth downs the glass, then pauses. “Inadequate. This body has some tolerance, it seems.” She brushes past the ensign straight to the source, and pours a full glass.
Ensign Hadley: “Are you sure about that? That stuff is pretty strong, sir. I mean, it isn’t PURE alcohol. Technically.”
T’Reth: “I believe humans have a phrase.”
T’Reth: “When in Rome.”
Referee: So, Kagin and Gary going for an awkward dinner and a show!
T’Reth: T’Reth proceeds to get good, soundly, maudlin drunk in her quarters- and drunk dials Kagin’s long lost love.
Referee: Anything specific you want your lost love to be like, Kagin?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Uh
Kagin: Not exactly. She’d be a country girl, considering hwere she came from.
Kagin: So, T’Reth has a nice dress somewhere, right?
Kagin: Black cocktail dress too much to ask from a Vulcan?
T’Reth: Do you come to her quarters and ask?
Kagin: <rings>
Referee: Presumably right BEFORE T’Reth was about to hit ‘call’.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Lietenant Kagin, hello.”
Kagin: Have… you been drinking?
T’Reth: “Yes, extensively.”
Kagin: How’s that going for you? You seem to be holding up well.
Dan: “No. I am STILL drinking.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “I am experiencing significant mental impairment and loss of fine motor control.”
Kagin: Alright, so I’ll cut to the chase here. You… I have a “date.” Need to borrow a dress.
Kagin: Hmm… it’s not really borrowing, I guess.
T’Reth: “Do you desire to entice sexual activity or merely look attractive to others for social purposes?”
Kagin: I… no, ew.
Kagin: I mean, you misunderstand my intent.
Kagin: I want to look attractive to make the Doc uncomfortable.
T’Reth: “I have a black coctail dress I wear when I desire sex. It will serve your needs just as well.”
T’Reth: T’Reth stumbles over to the closet.
T’Reth: (what’s the name of the girlfriend?)
Kagin: I don’t think I’ve ever brought her up. But Alexis. Why not.
T’Reth: “By the by, who is Alexis?”
Dan: (Man, this stunningly attractive lady named Alexis was just hired where I work.)
Campaign saved.
Dan: (That doesn’t have anything to do with anything.)
Campaign saved.
Kagin: That is a name I have not heard in a long time.
Kagin: She was a girl I was pretty serious about back on Earth.
Kagin: Where did you hear it?
T’Reth: “In my head. Your head. You – I – think about her.”
T’Reth: T’Reth: “Our mind swap was not as total as we suspected”
Kagin: Oh, man. I haven’t had any cool past memories of yours!
Kagin: No fair.
T’Reth: T’Reth hands the dress over to Kagin, but drops it on the floor .
Kagin: Are… you okay?
T’Reth: “You are fortunate. My memories are unpleasant.”
T’Reth: “Why hav eyou not spoken to this person.”
Kagin: Leaving suddenly for Starfleet, the academy… I just haven’t had time.
Kagin: I’m also not sure she isn’t angry at me for hauling off and leaving.
Kagin: I didn’t really say goodbye.
T’Reth: T’Reth waves her hand dismissively. “Nonsense.”
T’Reth: “Take the dress. I am sure the doctor is free of diseases, so I am unafraid you will damage my body.”
Kagin: I am not sleeping with the doctor.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: <shudders>
Kagin: But… thanks.
Kagin: Hey… are you… okay?
Kagin: Having a hard time with human memories?
T’Reth: “I am fine. I underestimated the effects alcohol would have on the body.”
Kagin: You want to join us tonight?
T’Reth: “No. I will soon fall asleep, I think.”
Referee: Down on the planet, Ensign Hadley is talking to some other crewmembers.
Ensign Hadley: “I just saw T’Reth drink 5 full glasses of the moonshine and walk away with the bottle. She is PLASTERED.”

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Beowulf part 4

Beowulf, part 4
Referee: When we left off last time, Vivian had rescued the secret research base that had been studying the alien superweapon, Kagin met said team’s special ops soliders deep inside the monster, and T’Reth was stranded somewhere else within it.
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: And we were about to get mutations!
Lt. Turner: “Sir, we have another energy wave coming in from the sun. They are getting stronger.”
T’Reth: Also I punched a robot TO DEATH and stole its brain
Campaign saved.
Dan: Shit, man. That just goes without saying.
Dan: It is Wednesday. Ergo, T’Reth commits Grand Theft Robot Brain.
Vivian St.Croix: Lets do wha we can go get everyone beamed back on this ship! For their own safety (and mutations!)
Eledhwen (to Kagin): “I don’t care what your commander says. My men and I came her to find someone, and I’m not leaving until that’s happened.”
Kagin: Do you have any idea where he might be? We’re kind of in an emergency situation here.
T’Reth: T’Reth looks around, trying to comprehend the environment / design of the ship.
Referee: Dark and suprisingly dank for such an advanced ship. Maybe the life support system is broken? Or it isn’t and the original builders liked it that way.
Campaign saved.
Eledhwen : “She. And yes, but we haven’t been able to break through the monsters. They’ve bottled us up here.”
T’Reth: [2d6 = -4]
T’Reth: FAILURE!
Referee: T’Reth thinks she can find her way back!
Vivian St.Croix: Aaand the window has gone crazy colors on me. Back real quick.
‘Erica Awesomepants’ connection lost. Waiting for reconnect
‘Erica Awesomepants’ disconnected
‘Erica Awesomepants’ connected
‘Nick’ reconnected
Vivian St.Croix: there we go
Referee: Can Vivian make a piloting roll, presumably using the ships 3 skill, to avoid damage from the shock wave?
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: I can try! I need the line to do it with for the die though
Referee: “/die 1d6-m6” without the quotes
Kagin: What I wouldn’t give for a murderous Vulcan right now…
Vivian St.Croix: [2d6 = -2]
Vivian St.Croix: Wow… +1 puts me at 1.
Vivian St.Croix: +3. You know what I meant.
Campaign saved.
Referee: The ship bounces around, some consoles shooting off sparks.
Vivian St.Croix: At least nothing exploded?
Vivian St.Croix: …crap, how do systems look?
‘Nick’ connection lost. Waiting for reconnect
Lt. Turner: “Shields are at 50%. If these waves keep increasing in power, we won’t last much longer.”
Kagin: You know what’d be useful? An engineer.
‘Nick’ disconnected
Campaign saved.
‘Nick’ connected
Vivian St.Croix: I want my engineer back here!
Vivian St.Croix: Get my damn crew and anyone with them back on my ship!
T’Reth: T’Reth looks around!
Lt. Turner: “If we lower the shields, they may not have time to materialize before the ship is destroyed, sir.”
Referee: Sure, T’Reth probably knows the way back to the others. Vulcans are good at that, right?
Vivian St.Croix: “We can’t LEAVE them there either.”
Vivian St.Croix: “We’ll just have to give it a shot.”
Eledhwen : “Me and my men are making another push. Feel free to come along. Or don’t.”
T’Reth: Do I run into Kagin then?
Campaign saved.
Referee: Nope. You do, however, run into a cavernous room full of broken equipment littering the floor, a thick layer of grime, alcoves full of clean, polished skeleton. All illuminated by blinking lights that appear to run on some form of electricity.
T’Reth: Oooh!
T’Reth: SKELLINGTON
T’Reth: I use my science on it
T’Reth: [2d6 = -1]
T’Reth: motherfuckers
T’Reth: +2
Campaign saved.
Referee: No species you’ve ever seen. It’s attached to the wall and cleaned, preserved like some form of artwork.
Kagin: I got along with the menu.
T’Reth: Any idea of the purpose of the equipment?
Kagin: I’ll either die or get an extra arm.
Vivian St.Croix: Mutation is its only function.
Referee: Looks like repair tools and spare parts.
Kagin: An extra arm would make it easier to engineer.
Vivian St.Croix: You somehow get grafted with a chinchilla.
Campaign saved.
Dan: Oh, good old Chinchilla hands.
Vivian St.Croix: No, you mostly got that annoyingly soft chinchilla fluff. Now everywhere you go, people pet you and make fun of you.
T’Reth: Is there any way to figure out what the purpose of the skeleton and device is?
T’Reth: er, the device I mean
Referee: The skeletons has no obvious function. They look more art/religious than anything else.
Vivian St.Croix: Steal them!
Referee: Is Kagin going with the marines?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: He is, indeed.
Kagin: Trying not to get himself killed.
T’Reth: I look for the power source.
Eledhwen and his soldiers head out, a few of them being carried. Kagin has the ONLY light source, so it’s difficult.
Kagin: Is there anything mechanical that’s also explosive I can use to make a hole in the enemy line?
Referee: Did you bring a phaser?
T’Reth: hell yeah we did
Lt. Turner: “Sir, I can’t get a lock on the landing party. If something is going to change, it will need to change from their end. Do you think we can buy them time?”
Referee: I suppose you have a number of light sources equal to your flash light + any flammible objects, if you get crazy with the phaser.
Kagin: Yes. Very yes.
Kagin: Oh, I got the impression there was a line we needed to cross. That enemies had us pinned down.
Kagin: Guess not!
Referee: There are a number of . . . some kind of outlets or plugs in the wall.
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: Stick forks in the outlets!
Vivian St.Croix: “That depends, Turner. How much time can we afford to try to buy them?”
Referee: There isn’t so much a line as a fuzzy boundry past which monsters might try and drag you screaming into the dark.
Kagin: Okay… well, I have my phaser on kill.
Kagin: Magic Missile the darkness and all that.
Lt. Turner: “Not much. But with what we heard from Kagin, they might need the distraction.”
T’Reth: I try to hack the power outlets to see where they lead; i.e., the engines.
T’Reth: [2d6 = 2]
T’Reth: +5, tagging Fearful and Fascinated for +7 total
T’Reth: er, invoking
Referee: Heck yes, you do. You get a nice and accurate map of where the power is coming from, and where it is going to.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: I look for the biggest glowing spot and head there.
Referee: Biggest as in the engine, or biggest as in the power draw?
Vivian St.Croix: “There’s always lobbing something at the ship to distract them.”
Campaign saved.
Lt. Turner: “I hear photon torpedos are good for that.”
T’Reth: power draw!
T’Reth: because I’ more curious than anything
Referee: Kagin, please make some form of combat roll, as scary romulans (they aren’t actually romulans) ambush your group.
Vivian St.Croix: “You know what Turner? I’ve heard that too. Lets give it a go.”
Kagin: Phaser! Aaah!
Kagin: [2d6
2 = 2]
Kagin: Well.. at least I hit something
Campaign saved.
Referee: Kagin, you are holding them back with your phaser. Shooting the things with big boy guns, instead of bullets, seems to work much better.
Kagin: Find your lost lamb and let’s get out of here. Quick!
Kagin: (if I shoot again again, I’m using “Never Leave A Man Behind”
Referee: T’Reth, you aren’t really hasselled by the robots. It takes a lot of walking, but you find the power drain you were looking for. Through a transparent pane, you can see the ship’s main gun being fired in a constant stream into the sun.
Referee: Vivian, the alien superweapon doesn’t turn to engage, you’ve got a free bombing run before it starts to return fire. Make your roll!
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: can I bupmp that roll with Starship Gunnery?
Referee: Make a gunnery roll and you can put a ‘Weapons Locked On’ aspect on it that you can use once for free!
Vivian St.Croix: [2d6 = 1]
Referee: Aspect, applied.
Vivian St.Croix: and a 1 for Starship Gunnery \o/
Vivian St.Croix: Pew pew!
Referee: Make a torpedo attack, with either a +2 or a reroll.
Vivian St.Croix: Going with the +2
Vivian St.Croix: Since I know how well the dice hate me.
Campaign saved.
Referee: You can decide after you roll!
Vivian St.Croix: [2d6 = -3]
Vivian St.Croix: ….
Eledhwen : “I’ve got a read on Aranth’s signal again. Come on, I don’t think it’s far.”
T’Reth: Before disabling it I try to understand it, get the schematics
T’Reth: to give to Starfleet, of course
T’Reth: Though
T’Reth: it would be a perfect chance, since I"m clearly close to the exterior hull, to get back in touch with the Captain, who might order me to disable it immediately…
T’Reth: and my loyalty, she might be divided, you could say
Referee: It might be divided indeed!
Kagin: What’s he using to get a read?
Referee: It’s like a tricorder, but shittier.
Kagin: Can I lock onto her signal with my own?
Vivian St.Croix: two-corder?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: (science?)
Referee: .5corder.
Referee: You can without a roll if you get him to let you take a look.
Kagin: Can I take a look at that?
Kagin: I do not have rapport.
Vivian St.Croix: Please tell me I didn’t somehow blow up my own ship
Referee: Nope. But are you using the +2 or the reroll?
Referee: Also, if you have any aspects of your own that apply, feel free to use them as well.
‘Nick’ connection lost. Waiting for reconnect
‘Nick’ reconnected
T’Reth: [2d6 = 2]
T’Reth: +5 on snatching the superweapon plans, if I’m not told not to do it by the exploding captain
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: hell yes I’m using the +2
Referee: OK. You’ve got 2, plus the three from the ship’s skill, for +2 total.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: hello?
Lt. Turner: “Sir, I’m getting a signal from T’Reth . . . oh, and the alien ship has noticed us.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Well, that’s good and less than good. Let’s hear what T’reth has while we still can”
Eledhwen : “Do you mind? You might not have noticed, but this is the middle of a mission.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: “Captain, I am at the site of the weapon, if that is what its primary function is.”
T’Reth: (hello?)
Vivian St.Croix: “Super. I need you to do whatever you can to make it inoperable.”
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: T’Reth: “I have access to potentially valuable data. With enough time I can decipher its functioning for Starfleet.”
Vivian St.Croix: “Unless you feel like poking it a bit to see how it works. In which case, we might be disintegrated by then.”
T’Reth: Compelling SS31 Agent to risk everyone to steal the plans!
T’Reth: I had a +5 from earlier to do so
Referee: The main gun stops firing at the son, as the alien ship swings around.
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: “Turner? Some fancy turning and acceleration sounds rather nice right now.”
Referee: So, Vivian and the Tempest are dodgin while T’Reth gets readings?
T’Reth: yes
Vivian St.Croix: yup!
Referee: Kagin, after a brief running battle, the you come into a large room. Suspended in the middle, about 20 feet into the air, is a woman. The top of her skull has been sliced off and a mix of dendrites and wires connect her brain to the wall. She has a wound in her side. The dripping blood pools in midair below her, indicating the edge of a force field.
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Is… she alive?
Referee: Vivian, please make a ship manuever roll at -1. (That’d be +2 in total.)
Referee: There is the occasional twitch.
Eledhwen : “Old ones preserve us . . . That’s Aranth.”
Vivian St.Croix: [2d6 = -1]
Kagin: “Oh, of course it is. Here, help me get her down.” <shoots>
Campaign saved.
Referee: Please make a science roll, Kagin!
Kagin: [2d6
3 = 7]
Referee: And spending any fate points on any aspects, Vivian?
Referee: If Dr. Wright were here, he’d take one look at her and start drinking. Maybe he’d then turn to voodoo because that’s as likely to be able to fix her brain as anything else he can try.
Vivian St.Croix: Don’t think any of my aspects are going to help me even a tiny bit
Referee: Fair enough!
Campaign saved.
Referee: [2d6 = 1]
Referee: There is a flash and the Tempest is sent spinning. There is a moment of blackness before the emergency lights come on.
Vivian St.Croix: ho shit
Lt. Turner: “Shields are down . . . I have hull breaches on decks . . . on all decks. We can’t take another hit like that!”
T’Reth: NOW T’reth turns off the weapon
Vivian St.Croix: “Get me my people back on this ship NOW.”
Referee: Make a ‘break some shit’ roll, T’Reth.
Referee: And Kagin’s phaser fire is stopped dead by the forcefield.
Kagin: There’s gotta be a console in here I can use to release her.
Kagin: <science,>
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: [2d6 = -3]
T’Reth: INvoking Survivor’s Guilt for a reroll….
T’Reth: [2d6 = -1]
T’Reth: sigh
T’Reth: 2 on breaking
Referee: Better?
T’Reth: to hell with it, I am invoking Very Angry Vulcan because I am blowing something up and you know, fuck you, thing
T’Reth: for a +2
Referee: Go for it, Kagin.
Kagin: [2d6
7 = 12]
Kagin: Boom.
Referee: Hah hah hah. Holy crap.
Vivian St.Croix: that looks like some glorious breaking
Kagin: The power of Kagin compels you, machinery!
T’Reth: I try to radio Kagin
Referee: T’Reth, you are mucking around with the controls, your tri-corder wired into the ship. You are sabotaging their power supply, but they keep rerouting it. They are being stalled, but not disabled entirely.
T’Reth: “Hmmm…”
T’Reth: How much control can I exert over a. propulsion and b. gunnery
Referee: Well, releasing her would kill her, because her brain is all wired up to the ship. Her brain is running it, in fact. You could take control over the ship, however. It probably wouldn’t last long, though.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: How fast can the ship travel, relative to the speed of the weapon
T’Reth: and are the transporters being blocked by some sort of jamming signal?
T’Reth: that I coudl switch off
Kagin: Oh, I bet I could take over the ship and do some sabotage.
Kagin: Maybe?
Vivian St.Croix: I like this last line of inquery
Referee: You can’t control much, though it turns out that Kagin can. The transporters are being blocked by the ship’s structural integrity field itself. He might be able to disable that but . . . well, you’d better transport out FAST if that’s the plan.
T’Reth: Coordinating with Kagin, could we fire the weapon, jump the ship in front of the beam, switch off the field, transport out, and leave it to be blown up by itself?
T’Reth: my sleep deprivation amkes me think this is a great idea
T’Reth: or activate the self destruct or, I dunno, release the ship-eating monkeys
Vivian St.Croix: Space trunk monkeys.
Referee: You could give it a shot.
Campaign saved.
T’Reth: Actually
T’Reth: I just break the weapon.
T’Reth: By shooting important-looking things with my phaser
Referee: What is Kagin doing?
Campaign saved.
Kagin: I was wondering if I could take over the ship long enough to cripple it.
Referee: Cripple it how?
Kagin: Not sure… lock the thrusters in one direction (toward the sun)?
T’Reth: sure, but we’ve established the thing can fuck the sun already
Referee: That works. Please makea Starship Engineering roll.
T’Reth: so the sunfucker needs to be switched off too
Campaign saved.
Kagin: Maybe if we JUST turn off the sunfucker, that might be all we need to do.
T’Reth: which is what I am using violence on
T’Reth: so I disable the sunfucker and you give the sun it’s revenge
T’Reth: A PLN
T’Reth: a plan
Kagin: A plan, indeed.
T’Reth: that typo was the first thing that’s gone wrong so far
T’Reth: [2d6 = -4]
T’Reth: and that’s the second
T’Reth: goddamn it
T’Reth: alright, invoking F&F for reroll., trying to blow up the sunfucker’s control crystal…
T’Reth: [2d6 = 1]
Kagin: [2d6+5 = 8]
T’Reth: +4! I’ll take it!
Referee: And Vivian, please make a Ship’s System’s roll to get them out of there when, not if, things go to hell.
Vivian St.Croix: It was good knowing you guys. /die 1d6-m6
Vivian St.Croix: [2d6 = 0]
Vivian St.Croix: shiiiii….can I spend a fat epoint on that and use ‘Commander is in Command’ to YELL at the damn systems to work?
Referee: Heck yes.
Referee: [2d6 = -3]
Vivian St.Croix: Doing that then!
Campaign saved.
Referee: Kagin, you reorient the ship, kicking it into full impulse directly at the sun.
Vivian St.Croix: fate point even. lets not use the fat ones yet
Referee: T’Reth, after some phaser fire, the main cannon starts misfiring, spurts of antiprotons cracking holes in the vessel’s forward hull.
Referee: And, just as things start to get really, REALLY hot in there, you disappear in a shimmer of energy.
Kagin: Here come the extra arms.
Vivian St.Croix: Yessssss
Campaign saved.
Lt. Turner: “I’ve got them, I’ve . . . something’s going wrong . . .”
Vivian St.Croix: “Then get them faster before it gets worse/”
Lt. Turner: The cariosan soldiers come in pretty messed up. Transporter accidents don’t come pretty. T’Reth and Kagin, on the other hand, appear just fine . . .
Vivian St.Croix: I sense a ‘but’ in there…
Campaign saved.
Vivian St.Croix: did they switch bodies?
Vivian St.Croix: lose color vision?
Referee: T’Reth is at the front of the pad. She feels fine! Maybe everything looks a bit larger than usual? Kagin, in the back, well . . . you see yourself standing at the front of the pad. And there are some really gross Cariosans behind you.
Kagin: I see myself?
Dan: And Erica got it in one . . .
Vivian St.Croix: Woo hoo!
T’Reth: this is the plot to an episode of Stargate
Vivian St.Croix: Bathrooms are gonna be aaaawkward.
T’Reth: not for T’Reth. Vulcan sex ed is very thorough.
Referee: Especially if Section 31 wants to meet in the bathroom. Double awkward.
Campaign saved.
Referee: Anyway, next time: The ship regroups at a Federation planet and T’Reth and Kagin get to have awkward times.
Referee: There is no chance Vivian’s family will show up to pile on. None. Don’t know why you’d think that.
Vivian St.Croix: fuuuuuh
Kagin: Erica, fix your stupid schedule so you can 4E with us on Saturdays.
Kagin: And Nick… I guess, uh… fix where you live?
T’Reth: i wish I could 4e with you guys
T’Reth: but no
T’Reth: I have to live out here
T’Reth: with this stupid job
T’Reth: that keeps me awake at inhuman hours
Referee: It is inhuman.
Referee: I don’t think you are human.
T’Reth: well
T’Reth: not anymore
Campaign saved.
Referee: Anyway, I shall see you all at the ordaned time, as prophecy demands.
Vivian St.Croix: Same Bat time
Vivian St.Croix: Same Bat channel

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