Friday, March 30, 2012
Exposition Without Number
I had planned. I'm sure it will bore them to tears. But I enjoyed it, dammit, so I figure the rest of the world should suffer.
So enjoy. Or suffer. Or both. :)
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The party returned to the planet Metha aboard the Fat Tuesday at the end of the last game session. The Methans were happy with the resolution of the Hard Light novium issue and paid well (except for Dr. Mann, who was paid well for her research on the Amazon Floral Hive Mind.) The party is not actually on Metha (which looks a lot like Titan, if you remember,) but on one of the thousands of space stations orbiting the planet. Elysium Station is unlike any of the other stations the party has seen, however, as it has clearly been designed with humans in mind.
In fact, humans are all over Elysium Station. There are living quarters, restaurants, shopping malls, and hydroponic parks bustling with people - families with children even. Occasionally, Methan hybrids like Ellen-14 shuffle along the walkways in their giant, bloated tick-like bodies without so much as a second look. It's a lively place, but clearly all of the humans are in the employ of the Blue Methan Hegemony. There is an unusual amount of human psychics on the station, utilizing their skills out in the open - something not normally done inside of human space. Centuries of anti-psi bigotry has convinced most psychics to keep a lower profile.
Another odd sight aboard Elysium station is the abundance of Harpathians - perhaps ten percent of the population. The creatures resemble anthropomorphic, roly-poly, three foot tall baby seals. Yes, the ones with the poofy white hair and the 'don't hit me with that club, you bastard' stare. Harpathians are well-known in human space, but mainly as cartoon characters in the holo-vids designed for girls 8-10 years of age. The most well known is JOLO, the fluffy sidekick of CAPTAIN KENDRA AND THE KOSMOTEERS. Few humans have ever actually seen a real Harpathian, as the entire race avoids humanity like a plague. The history of Human-Harpatian relations involves liberal amounts of slavery and being sold as pets, despite the Harpatian's loud, literate, and eloquent protests that they are actually a sentient race with thoughts, feelings, and a desire not to be a cuddle toy for 6 year olds.
The Harpatians appear to have support jobs all over the station, including spacecraft servicing, but they seem to be most prolific in security positions. Three foot tall baby seals walking around in power armor bristling with plasma projectors is a common sight. It's unnerving - and doesn't get any better with repeated viewings.
Ellen-14 is eager for the party to accept the currently offered job. If you remember, this is to track down the source of the Berserker Spider manufacturing box - which would logically (per the Methan's past experiences,) be a box that makes boxes that make Berserker Spiders. The Methans are worried that if the Box is not located soon, it could run across an AI, hack it, and un-brake the AI - causing a heap load of trouble for whatever civilization the newly formed Berserker AI ran across.
The Fat Tuesday's Chief Engineer and back-up pilot, Sophia Lucullo, expresses concerns about the Methans. She's never seen them before, and is clearly frightened. She also reiterates the story from the Kingpin of Blue Saturn (whom Captain Goodnight met with in the Tigris System,) who said that the Methans had exterminated almost all of his race and were not to be trusted. The ship's marine compliment - Alice, Bethany, and Carmen (Kevalt's Angels,) have a completely different attitude toward Ellen-14 and her kind - and have been buying as much military hardware as they can afford from the giant space-ticks.
If the party chooses not to accept the mission, Ellen-14 says that she and her brood understands, and they will gladly program the navicomp aboard the Fat Tuesday to the destination of your choice.
Um, anyway, I've gone overboard with interlude - but there you are. :)
See you on Saturday!