[STGTH] Entry 2

**Maggot

> There's actually an identifiable owner of the second station? Who? What
> do I know about this person? I assume it was a lot of space. I mean,
> considering how inexpensive that warehouse sized are was.

It was a lot of space.
And the owner of the second station was that one guy who's name I can't remember.

>
> >
> > Your pilot just radioed in saying he has detected a Borg ship, forty-five
> > minues inbound ETA. It's headed straight for Sagga.
> > (And as for Mr. Lepton, your boys are asleep at the switch, if you know what
> > I mean. They'll be figuring this out in a few minutes.)
> >
>
> Sagga? That one of the stations? If it is, then when my men do find out
> about it, then we're evacuating as planned. No use sticking around in a
> combat zone, not when the enemies never purchase anything (those
> borgs..always assimilating whatever they find...but lousy tippers).

Sagga is actually the system you're in.
Your men start heading out, and request permission to loot along the way, assuming
you don't expect to come back.

**Lepton

> Sagga? That one of the stations? If it is, then when my men do find out
> > about it, then we're evacuating as planned. No use sticking around in a
> > combat zone, not when the enemies never purchase anything (those
> > borgs..always assimilating whatever they find...but lousy tippers).
>
> Sagga is actually the system you're in.
> Your men start heading out, and request permission to loot along the way, assuming
> you don't expect to come back.

Of course they can loot, they just need to disguise themselves, avoid the
people whom we just sold disruptors too (or did we sell them broken
disruptors?)...but they need to dress up a bit and make sure no one sees
who they're with..that way we can come back if possible. And of course
they have to turn over the standard 30% of whatever they collect.

**Lepton

Mr. Lepton tells most of the crew to skip the looting, leaving one
maurader behind to allow minimal looting...the other two mauraders and Mr.
Lepton's own personal ship are going to skip out of the sector, back to
safety.

**Tach

> > > OOC> Does Tach'kar get any response or the two spirits or whatever
> > > just ignore it?
> >
> > They ignore it.
>
> I'm assuming that Tach'kar doesn't remember any spirit that would
> resemble these spirits possessing Revaeb. So, it tries to examine them
> more closely.
> <>

Upon closer inspection, Tach'kar gets the distinct impression that it is one
being (sorta), but that none of the faces it wears are it's true form.
He (it) can't quite get a grip on it's aura, though. It might be a proxy for
some sort of god, or part of a god itself, or a projection caused by a
psionicist.
Or it could be Revaeb is possessed by something that doesn't inhabit the
same 'layer' of the spirit world.

**Lucky

On Fri, 29 Jan 1999 02:37:42 +0100, Savic Marko wrote:

>> > Okay. Revaeb? The blue men are GONE.
>> > You don't know why, or even how you can tell, but they have ceased
>> > to exist.
>> >
>> > And you feel more calm and clear headed than you have in...your
>> > life, I guess.
>> > Incidentally, you powers are gone too. >:]
>>
>> That's a relief.
>> I say to Tach'kar, "Thank you, giant bugman. Now, how do I get out 

of

>> here now that nobody trusts me?"
>
>Tach'kar says over its universal translator: "I don't know. You will
>nave to ask Lucky."
><>
>
>Tach'kar taps its comm badge. "Tach'kar to Lucky. Summon me."
><>

"Summon you? You mean beam you to where I am?"

"Computer, please perform a site to site transport on Tach'Kar bringing 
him to the bridge."

>

**Revaeb

 > They just look at him funny.
> >
> > "It's okay, you don't have to respond to me. Where's the food on

this

> > ship?"
>
> "We'll show you to the galley..."
> They take you to the galley. It looks like a normal starship's

galley. I

> don't know what else to say.
> They show Revaeb how to operate the replicators, and watch whatever

he does.

Revaeb makes some fried chicken and sits down and eats it. When he's
done, he pockets the chicken bones and asks the guards what there is
to do for recreation.

**Winter

>The cyberpunk looks to the woman first, then speaks. "You are known only as
>Winter. Valrian intelligence file XD:Terra:Winter:24D. You sold your soul to
>one of the extradimensional deities associated with Entropy in exchange for
>immortality. Your powers include rating 8 life drain and rating 5 ice
>affinity.
>In 2012, you betrayed Kal Turan, your employer of six years, by failing to
>rescue him from a band of rebels and subsequently took control of the
>inevitably splintered factions of his former command. In 2016 you murdered an
>Andynysian Ambassador and his bodyguard in professed self-defense. In 2018,
>you
>were incarcerated for the murder of thirty-five elven civilians in the

Centron

>system. In 2024, you murdered an Alrian agent and destroyed an Imperial ship,
>and in 2026, you were executed. Does that satisfy you?"

Pools of frost formed under the pale mans feet as he listened to the dry
recitation of his crimes. His life. He looked from Ty to the Cyborg and back
again.
"Thank you." he said at last. 
Then he turned and left the three to whatever fate had in store for them. 
"Beware the Borg..." he whispered softly, his voice echoing down the steel
corridor. "They are like you, but more than you. They have given up their
souls to the machine, and sacrifice others to it as well." 
His boots crunched in the ice that he generated. 
"Resistance... is futile." 
He laughed. 



He tapped the communciations device that linked him to the men he had been
given command of. 
"The one on the station is not who we seek. Perhaps she is aboard the craft
that Lucky pursues. Return us to the ship."
He waited for the spell of transport to grip him, and replayed the cyborg's
words over again in his mind, sifting them like grains of sand. 
Murder. Treachery. Destruction.
Execution.
What had he been? And what could he be? Ty knew what he was. That explained
the hate in her eyes. And yet there was the memory of the demons; the two of
them allied together against that hellish foe. 
He closed his eyes and tried to find a center within himself. And was met
instead with the storm. 
His hand closed into a fist, nails biting into flesh until it tore. 
He would beat Entropy. He would *not* waste this chance. Even if it killed
him. 

**Maggot

>> His eyes seemed to shimmer in the half light of the corridor.
> >> "You knew me. How?"
> >>
> >
> >"That's a long and complicated story. Sufficed to say, Travis is a Cyborg.
> >If you don't
> >know what a cyborg is, then there is no way we could explain anyway."
> >
> >
>
> "It is a being of two natures, mechanical and mundane." Winter replied
> softly. "I had a great amount of time under Lucky's... *care*... to read of
> things." He had become very still, as though he were holding his breathe.
> "Please," he continued, the word feeling unfamiliar and little used "if you
> can, tell me what you know of me."
>

The cyberpunk looks to the woman first, then speaks. "You are known only as
Winter. Valrian intelligence file XD:Terra:Winter:24D. You sold your soul to
one of the extradimensional deities associated with Entropy in exchange for
immortality. Your powers include rating 8 life drain and rating 5 ice affinity.
In 2012, you betrayed Kal Turan, your employer of six years, by failing to
rescue him from a band of rebels and subsequently took control of the
inevitably splintered factions of his former command. In 2016 you murdered an
Andynysian Ambassador and his bodyguard in professed self-defense. In 2018, you
were incarcerated for the murder of thirty-five elven civilians in the Centron
system. In 2024, you murdered an Alrian agent and destroyed an Imperial ship,
and in 2026, you were executed. Does that satisfy you?"
**Lepton

Jonathan Gagnier wrote:

> Of course I'm still on your list, no your email just WANTED me to
> receive this... Maggott lay off mushrooms especially the ones that grow
> in cow shit will ya? And a summary won't be REALLY necessary just as
> long if I make an error no one yells at me at it. Maggott you're the
> excuse for a supreme being in this group. What you say is law ain't it?
> So figure something out. It's not like anyone can rag the all might
> Maggott about it.

I didn't put this list together; Mr. Lepton did (You were long since off my
personal list, since I though you just never wanted to see us again).
And don't be so mean. I was merely open to suggestions, you wart on the
tongue of a cadaverous english teacher, you.
The problem is getting you back where everyone else is while still
explaining why you haven't done anything since we last saw you...
And I don't want to start you somewhere else, because my players get
scattered to the four winds a little too often already.

Okay, here's a possibility;

When Lucky asked Terran to telemechanically interface with the computer,
it's hack-detection system saw him and trapped his mind in a defensive
program loop. He just got out.
I know this isn't how standard Telemechanics would normally work, but I
don't care.
So Terran just dropped out of a computer terminal in engineering, with a
slight headache.

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