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In Moot Member Blogs Game Session #2 -- 3-20-00 Con't from below. Entry Tools Rate This Entry
  #2 New August 22nd, 2016 10:31 PM
Irena Taleniekov played by Audrey
Kuodtro (Kale) Tritekaley played by Michael
Yoseph Grosneav played by Dan
Dr. Jacqueline Gautier played by Leslie

April 5, 2298


Aboard “captured” alien shuttle orbiting Tithonus gas giant

“Ga-rash garoff.”

Kale again woke with a start. But this time his actions had far more dire consequences. He tried to stand automatically, only to find himself flying already. His movements did succeed in starting him spinning wildly in zero-G. Which did nothing to settle his already upset stomach.

“Ga-rash garoff.”

Kale managed to quickly get himself settled, (without woofing his cookies,) as everything snapped back into focus. Their mining station had been attacked yesterday. And although he and his ship mates had been able to defend themselves, the station had been damaged. Kale had worked exhaustively to help Yoesph and Irena make the repairs necessary to keep the station space worthy. But only after they had recovered from the shock of discovering who their attackers had been. Or...more accurately...what.

It was humanoid. In fact they thought they were humans from watching these things move around in their space suits. But that illusion quickly disolved when they managed to get the creature’s helmet off. Its head wasn’t large. But it was like something out of a nightmare. It was completely bald, with a brownish-tan skin. Its eyes were red with cat-like slits. Its nose was bulbus, but you never noticed because of its mouth. It was vertical, splitting the lower half of this thing’s head open. It was lined with feelers and tusks, some bigger than Kale’s thumb. Dr. Gautier was going to do an autopsy once she got some sack time.

But the alien had intregued Kale. As soon as the repairs he could help with were completed, he donned a space suit and did his best to flounder over to the alien’s now abandoned shuttle. Excitement threatened to overcome him at the thought of discovering an entire new language and technology. An excitement tempered only by the nagging little voice inside his head reminding him that this paticular alien had been doing its best to kill them all. And apparently several thousand of its closest friends were trying to do the same to Novia Kiev even now.

The shuttle itself was nothing like Kale had expected. He had been worried that he would not be able to work the alien’s air lock and not be able to gain access. However, it turned out his fears were unwarrented. The shuttle didn’t even have an air lock. Just a door. A door, that when open, exposed the entire crew compartment to the vaccumn of space. And though it took Kale a few minutes to find the right button, the door controls were deceptively simple. You pressed a button, the door closed, and air was vented into the compartment. You pressed it again, the air was pumped out, and after a minute or so, the door opened back up.

His suit’s readout indicated the air was breathable. And though the shuttle’s systems heated things up so the atmosphere was a bit on the hot side, Kale was able to explore the shuttle fairly unencumbered.

Not that there was much to explore. Two rows of seats lined each wall allowing twenty or so individuals to strap themselves in. Overhead bins provided storage, but these were mostly empty. The cockpit was located forward, but was separated from the main compartment by a heavy metal gate, or fence. It took a bit of doing, but Kale finally figured how to open the fence to get at the controls. It was no where near as simple as the “airlock” door. A small keypad required a three digit code. But with a screwdriver and a couple of clip leads, Kale was able to run a bypass.

That was about when the exertions of the day caught up with him, and he dozed off.

“Ga-rash garoff.”

Until now.

Floating over, Kale could see a panel between the two pilot seats had lit up, and a voice was coming over a small speaker. Well, what was he going to do now? Kale doubted a friendly greeting, in Russian, was what the things on the other end were going to welcome. The best thing Kale could think of was to say nothing, and hope beyond hope they would go away.

It did not take long for his hopes to be dashed. Whoever it was did not repeat themselves again. Instead two other panels, each in front of the two pilot seats, activated. Kale had no hope of reading the alien symbols scrolling down one side of the screen. But he recognized a graphic of Tithonus and its moons well enough. To say nothing of the circle converging on the station’s location.

This thing’s going to radio its location back to its home base!

Frantically Kale began to tear into the access panels under the console. He was met by a maze of wires and circuit boards. There was no way he could decipher what each and every circuit did in time to stop this transmission. He did have time, however, to recognize an antenna array. Tracing the lead back, he identified the card it fed into. A few moments later he had worked the card loose, and pulled it out of the console. He watched as the console went dead with relief.

However, much with concern, he floated back over and grabbed his space suit’s radio.

“Yoseph, Irina...we may have a problem.”


Aboard Ukrainian orbital mining station, Tithonus 2265

“Notes on autopsy of apparently sapient alien life form, April 5th, 2298. Dr. Gautier operating. Tithonius station’s synthoid, Katty, assisting. Begin recording.

“Alien is approximately 183 centimeters in height, and 94 kilograms in mass. It is humanoid in appearance, with two arms, two legs, torso, and head. Skin is rough, and brownish-tan in color. Hands and feet have three digits apiece. The ones on its hands are opposable. Body hair is dark black and course, more so than say...a chimpanzee. It is located only in the region of the creature’s forearms and thighs.

“Autopsy shows organs similar in function to our own, including heart, lungs, liver and so on. Its digestive track, however, appears to produce a stomach acid much stronger than our own. Upon its death, the creature’s body must have quit producing some kind of enzyme to keep the stomach acid in check. For in the space of a few hours the creature’s own stomach acid had dissolved much of its stomach, digestive track, and part of the chest.

“As a side note, I have to admit I got a little close while the process was in progress and brushed up against the acid with my exposed hand. I ended up with a pretty good burn for my trouble, and my skin is starting to blister.

“However, back to the subject at...hu-humph...hand. The creature’s head is interesting. Two frontally located eyes probably give the creature a depth perception approximately equal to our own. The pupils dilate like a cat’s. The creature has two eyelids. A thicker outside one like our own, and a thin inner membrane. A heavy brow also appears to have evolved to help protect the eyes. Unfortunately equipment necessary to magnify the rods and cones of the creature’s eyes is not available on the station, so it is impossible to determine what frequencies of light the alien might perceive, other than where ever it's from must be awfully bright.

“The mouth organ is quite extraordinary. It consists of a vertical slit, extending from its nose to its chin. The mouth itself is surrounded on both sides by tusks, the largest being thicker than three of my fingers. There are twenty such tusks, ranging from the large specimen, to several about the size of my pinkie. The tusks descend in size as they fold inward towards the mouth. Inside the mouth there seems to be several feelers, or manipulators. It seems this alien could unfold them from inside his mouth and manipulate, or force, food down its gullet, much like an octopus or squid.

“However, the most interesting finding, so far, is the structure of the alien’s brain. What I conclude to be its brain proper, is quite small in comparison to a human’s. But I did not discover this until I had cut through several centimeters of what appeared to be scar tissue enveloping it. There was layer upon layer of this tissue. Hundreds of them in fact. Its almost as if it had built up over time. I don’t pretend to understand it. Especially since it was so irregular in different parts of the brain.

“DNA analysis is impossible given the station’s resources. However, Katty is presently running a chemical analysis of the creature’s different tissues. I will be interested to see what they turn up.”


Aboard “captured” alien shuttle orbiting Tithonus gas giant

It was only a matter of time before they had to jettison this shuttle since it was now obvious the alien race that built it was going to come looking for it. Which was why Kale worked feverishly. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about this strange race. And he only had minutes to do it in. Their computer system fascinated him. It was obvious that most of the controls linked into a central computer. But upon examining it, Kyle found himself frustrated beyond endurance. The deeper you delved into the operating system, the stranger it got. As if the commands that made the computer work were actually an outer shell for something more sophisticated. And why would anyone want to do that? Why build a supercomputer only to have your own software make it dumber.

The best he could do now was unhook all the interface cables that hooked to the computer, and do his best to salvage the CPU and study it later. At least the aliens apparently made the computer modular in order to do just that.


Aboard Ukrainian orbital mining station, Tithonus 2265

“What do you have?”

“The station is being ‘painted’ by active radar. Looks like we have company.”

“Distance?”

“Unknown. Its sending out bursts at irregular intervals.”

“Can’t we get an idea of its distance and speed from the time between bursts. The interval will get shorter as the object gets closer.”

“That’s assuming the object is sending bursts out on regular intervals. Say one a second. Then we could. Whoever made the thing apparently thought of that because the burst pattern seems random. Without a time base all I can give you is a bearing.”

“Great. Its heading right for us, I assume.”

“Actually no. Its heading in this general direction. But that burst pans around a lot. I think its looking for us, but hasn’t seen us yet.”

“Any chance its friendly?”

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Fine. I wonder if we can distract it. Kale, have we jettisoned that alien shuttle?”

“Yes. About an hour ago.”

“Really? Where is it now?”

“Well, we didn’t push it away from us too hard. We calculated its orbit. It will spiral into Tithonus within the next couple of days. However, according to our computer plot, it should be about fifty kilometers away by now.”

“Irena, do you think you can reorient the communication laser to hit the alien shuttle we jettisoned?”

“Probably. But its power output is pretty low. It isn’t going to do any damage or anything.”

“Hopefully it won’t have to. The incoming craft won’t be able to detect our laser transmission unless he somehow gets directly in the path of it. But when the laser hits the hull of that shuttle it will reflect off, scattering energy in random directions. If the bogey picks that up, he might go investigate the shuttle buying us some time.”

“No problem. Here goes.”

“Good shot. We got a track on the reflection too.”

“Holy...look at that. Your plan’s working. He’s going after that reflection with a vengeance. He’s got to be pulling eight Gs with that burn.”

“He’s also quit these radar busts, and gone to active tracking full time. He’s headed right for the shuttle. Impact in six...five...four...three...two...”

“Christ! What was that!”

“I’d estimate about ten megatons. That wasn’t a ship. It was a missile. Armed with a nuclear warhead. Somebody is playing for keeps.”


Now this doesn’t make any sense at all. Two operating systems? Who would write two operating systems on the same computer? Well, now that may be an exaggeration. Perhaps this outer ‘shell’ is more like a translation system. An interface to the real operating system inside the computer. But why make them so different? The interface is nothing special. Binary code. How tough is that? But this inner operating system...if I didn’t know better I would swear it had up to twenty-three different states. Base twenty-three? Why would anyone want...

“Kale. We have another incoming contact. You had better get up here.”

“Roger. On my way.”

Boy...that’s still weird...


“We got another one.”

“Coming right at us?”

“No. Again, wavering about. Obviously searching.”

“You know, this idea worked so well last time, maybe we should try it again.”

“You realize we’re quickly running out of expendable shuttles.”

“What about the dirigible?”

“You want them to blow that up too?”

“To lead them away from us, why not? It had the crap shot out of it, and our interface craft is damaged. I’m not sure we can get down to it anyway.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Can we rig up a communications link? All we need to do is get it to start broadcasting. It doesn’t matter what.”

“Just a minute. We can rig up a remote link.”

“Do it!”

“Done! And...boom! There it goes. But what are we going to do when another one comes?”

“I don’t know. I’m making this up as we go.”


“Continuation of autopsy of alien life form, begin recording.

“Lab results of tissue samples are back but I’m not sure what they can tell us. Amino acids, proteins, vitamins, all reasonably similar to Terrain life forms. Unlike the native life on Aurore, human beings and this alien race are very similar chemically. It should be possible for humans say...to ingest food grown for the alien’s consumption, and vice-versa. I suppose it's possible that the aliens are attacking Aurore as a prelude to invasion in an effort to expand. However, it's interesting they should choose Aurore, since they are going to have as many problems colonizing it as we do.”


“We’re in trouble.”

“I don’t think so. They’re not anywhere close.”

“They are still sniffing around.”

“True. But look where they are. They are looking for us around where they detected the dirigible. Since they already blew it to kingdom come, hopefully they will think they finally got us, and quit looking.”

“So what now?”

“I don’t think we have much choice. We don’t have any access to a starship, so we can’t get out of the system. It doesn’t look like rescue is coming from the planet very soon. And there is an armada between us and Novia Kiev. Carbon Dioxide is recycled continuously by the station, so oxygen is not a problem. How are we for food and supplies?”

“We have enough for three months.”

“Well, get comfortable. Looks like we’re going to have to wait this one out. I hope we have a deck of cards.”
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#1 September 3rd, 2018 11:26 PM
ManOfGrey Says:
GM Notes: It's common knowledge that players rarely do exactly what the GM wants them to. But in this case, I suppose I can't blame them. The adventure, of course, pivots around the exploits of the characters once they land on the planet. But abandoning the station does seem a little premature right now. And I have to admit its perfectly believable the Kafer think they are destroyed. By leading them away from their present orbit bit by bit, and arranging the destruction of the dirigible, added up to a very convincing decoy for the Kafer. Now their only limit on staying on the station is the amount of food they have...say three months. Unfortunately relief from Earth won't reach the Aurore system in that kind of time. But it certainly buys the characters some breathing room in order to plan what to do next, to say nothing of avoiding the initial slaughter of the planet's human population. On second thought, this may work out well after all...
 


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