How not to talk to the police...
Jan. 25th, 2003 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothTonight was the Friday Shadake game, now starting a new campaign run by Chris. A different Chris. Not Lazar. I was attacked by pirates, who blew up a space station. Then people decided to lie to protect me -- ineptly -- and everyone got arrested, including me. Then I escaped. No characters with names were harmed in the making of this introductory episode.
Some of the characters were more involved than others, so I don't know everyone's name, really. The quiet characters this time were the Blue _______, a sentient space ship, whose player was absent and so was busy the whole session defragging, a courier ala Jhonny Mnemonic, who intelligently kept his head down and avoided all the trouble, and a bunny-rabbit engineer who spent the whole session repairing the fiber-optic wires I kept chewing on and otherwise getting the ship from place to place without its computer.
The active characters were a photographer whose name I also don't know, a foolish, mindwiped ninja assassin named Katsumi until he discovered that was a girl's name, and then named Ranma (briefly) and finally Ran, and me, Bric-a-Brac, your friendly neighborhood dread pirate otter.
It all started in a transfer hub near one of the Lagrange points of the Narnia colony. For various reasons, the characters were boarding the sentient ship, or in the ninja's case just wandering around. I was minding my own business trying to convince passersby to help take off the electric-shock collar whose counterpart was held by my parole officer. Now, it's not that I really disliked the parole officer, but I didn't like the idea of going to Earth, where the crushing gravity would grind me to a paste and I'd be forced to do heavy lifting to 'repay my debt to society'. I can't even remember what I was supposed to be repaying my debt for, although I remembered plenty of other things society would probably want me to pay for if it knew.
I also couldn't remember what I'd said at the trial or how I'd managed to plea-bargain down to psycho-parole and life imprisonment (from piracy's normal death sentence), so I didn't have a really good answer to give my buddies when they showed up at the ticket desk to rescue me. From life, that is.
Luckily for me, my patrol officer and this nosy ninja got in the way. It took a while, but I finally found the bit of the parole officer with the bracelet matching my collar, which meant I could run away without getting zapped. The station was really small, though, and I didn't have a ticket for any of the ships, which were leaving anyway, so it was obvious that I'd have to fight my old buddies. But... I couldn't. I just couldn't do it! I bet it was those stupid cops messing with my mind.
So I ran away to find someone else to help, but the only person who wasn't hiding turned out to be a useless photographer. He shot both pirates with his camera, repeatedly, but that didn't help. The ninja was getting ganged up on, so I threw a vending machine near one of the guys fighting him -- THAT I was allowed to do at least, and it got the pirate's attention. For a while I let him shoot his pathetic little blaster gun at my psi-shield. I'm a really powerful psychic.
The leader was a little smarter, though, and when the ninja seemed to be winning he pulled out a nasty grenade and dropped it at his own feet. I recognized the grenade -- it was one of the demolition charges we used to blow holes in ship hulls. So I threw it far away!
Unfortunately, I kind of threw it right at the core of the station, and the station kind of blew up around me. I made a big bubble of psi to hold in some air for the photographer, and tried to fly us all to safety... I sort of succeeded. I was doing really well until a secondary explosion blasted the two of us straight through a bulkhead.
Fortunately for the photographer, the bubble held. I'd have been okay regardless... I don't really need air, or even pressure. Well, I *do* need not to be squished against walls, I suppose. But it held, and I got us to the only ship still in the vicinity. The captain let us on board, but made everyone pay for tickets. I obviously didn't have any money, so he let it slide. I would have been perfectly happy to ride outside the ship, though. My psi was all screwed up from the previous impact and all the excitement, but that was okay. We were safe, right?
The ship was in trouble -- all the monitors were blue-screened for 'updating'. It sort of limped along towards Narnia. I sat in the common room and played virtual-games while the photographer showed me his portfolio. When we got near the little substation we were headed for, though, it was lit up like a christmas tree with police ships. Apparently SOMEONE ([cough, the ninja]) had reported the crime in detail, and that this ship was involved. The captain was kind of angry. I hid in the walls and chewed on the pretty shiny wires.
I saw them drag the ninja (who was somehow on board the ship -- why hadn't he died from the grenade? Maybe he was a macro-tele psi too?), the photographer, and the captain off for questioning. Apparently one of them spilled the beans about my existance ([cough, the ninja]) because the police came back after a bit and searched the ship until they found me too. I'm not so good at hiding.
I was questioned by the police. They kept asking me all these questions, as if they didn't already know the answer! Where was I heading? Who was with me? Why was I wearing both halves of a parole collar? They're the ones who put it on me! Why didn't I have a name? I TOLD them my name but apparently they wanted some 'N.A.M.E.' thing that for some reason I didn't have. It was really annoying, and they got mad too, and threw me in a cell.
They didn't have real cells in the cop-station, though, so I just scuttled out through an air vent as soon as my psi felt better. I was going to try to rescue the photographer (the ninja had apparently told them enough for them to let him go) but he waved and greeted me really loudly so I left him behind.
There were lost of reporters outside the door, but they couldn't catch me. I found a hardware store and after a lot of fiddling (and several broken tools, and self-inflicted injuries) I got the stupid collar off. I disguised myself as a raccoon and went back to join the reporters... somehow, they saw through my cunning disguise, though, so I promised an exclusive interview if one of them could get me onboard the ship.
The police proved no match for the milling mass of reporters, and one enterprising soul managed to smuggle me into a cabin, which I sealed shut with psi in case the police came back. Then I told him all about my past with the pirates, and about the recent excitement. I had to tell *someone*!
I hope the ship works again soon so that we can get out of here. Too many cops around, wanting to ship me off to Earth.
last session (different campaign) next session
Some of the characters were more involved than others, so I don't know everyone's name, really. The quiet characters this time were the Blue _______, a sentient space ship, whose player was absent and so was busy the whole session defragging, a courier ala Jhonny Mnemonic, who intelligently kept his head down and avoided all the trouble, and a bunny-rabbit engineer who spent the whole session repairing the fiber-optic wires I kept chewing on and otherwise getting the ship from place to place without its computer.
The active characters were a photographer whose name I also don't know, a foolish, mindwiped ninja assassin named Katsumi until he discovered that was a girl's name, and then named Ranma (briefly) and finally Ran, and me, Bric-a-Brac, your friendly neighborhood dread pirate otter.
It all started in a transfer hub near one of the Lagrange points of the Narnia colony. For various reasons, the characters were boarding the sentient ship, or in the ninja's case just wandering around. I was minding my own business trying to convince passersby to help take off the electric-shock collar whose counterpart was held by my parole officer. Now, it's not that I really disliked the parole officer, but I didn't like the idea of going to Earth, where the crushing gravity would grind me to a paste and I'd be forced to do heavy lifting to 'repay my debt to society'. I can't even remember what I was supposed to be repaying my debt for, although I remembered plenty of other things society would probably want me to pay for if it knew.
I also couldn't remember what I'd said at the trial or how I'd managed to plea-bargain down to psycho-parole and life imprisonment (from piracy's normal death sentence), so I didn't have a really good answer to give my buddies when they showed up at the ticket desk to rescue me. From life, that is.
Luckily for me, my patrol officer and this nosy ninja got in the way. It took a while, but I finally found the bit of the parole officer with the bracelet matching my collar, which meant I could run away without getting zapped. The station was really small, though, and I didn't have a ticket for any of the ships, which were leaving anyway, so it was obvious that I'd have to fight my old buddies. But... I couldn't. I just couldn't do it! I bet it was those stupid cops messing with my mind.
So I ran away to find someone else to help, but the only person who wasn't hiding turned out to be a useless photographer. He shot both pirates with his camera, repeatedly, but that didn't help. The ninja was getting ganged up on, so I threw a vending machine near one of the guys fighting him -- THAT I was allowed to do at least, and it got the pirate's attention. For a while I let him shoot his pathetic little blaster gun at my psi-shield. I'm a really powerful psychic.
The leader was a little smarter, though, and when the ninja seemed to be winning he pulled out a nasty grenade and dropped it at his own feet. I recognized the grenade -- it was one of the demolition charges we used to blow holes in ship hulls. So I threw it far away!
Unfortunately, I kind of threw it right at the core of the station, and the station kind of blew up around me. I made a big bubble of psi to hold in some air for the photographer, and tried to fly us all to safety... I sort of succeeded. I was doing really well until a secondary explosion blasted the two of us straight through a bulkhead.
Fortunately for the photographer, the bubble held. I'd have been okay regardless... I don't really need air, or even pressure. Well, I *do* need not to be squished against walls, I suppose. But it held, and I got us to the only ship still in the vicinity. The captain let us on board, but made everyone pay for tickets. I obviously didn't have any money, so he let it slide. I would have been perfectly happy to ride outside the ship, though. My psi was all screwed up from the previous impact and all the excitement, but that was okay. We were safe, right?
The ship was in trouble -- all the monitors were blue-screened for 'updating'. It sort of limped along towards Narnia. I sat in the common room and played virtual-games while the photographer showed me his portfolio. When we got near the little substation we were headed for, though, it was lit up like a christmas tree with police ships. Apparently SOMEONE ([cough, the ninja]) had reported the crime in detail, and that this ship was involved. The captain was kind of angry. I hid in the walls and chewed on the pretty shiny wires.
I saw them drag the ninja (who was somehow on board the ship -- why hadn't he died from the grenade? Maybe he was a macro-tele psi too?), the photographer, and the captain off for questioning. Apparently one of them spilled the beans about my existance ([cough, the ninja]) because the police came back after a bit and searched the ship until they found me too. I'm not so good at hiding.
I was questioned by the police. They kept asking me all these questions, as if they didn't already know the answer! Where was I heading? Who was with me? Why was I wearing both halves of a parole collar? They're the ones who put it on me! Why didn't I have a name? I TOLD them my name but apparently they wanted some 'N.A.M.E.' thing that for some reason I didn't have. It was really annoying, and they got mad too, and threw me in a cell.
They didn't have real cells in the cop-station, though, so I just scuttled out through an air vent as soon as my psi felt better. I was going to try to rescue the photographer (the ninja had apparently told them enough for them to let him go) but he waved and greeted me really loudly so I left him behind.
There were lost of reporters outside the door, but they couldn't catch me. I found a hardware store and after a lot of fiddling (and several broken tools, and self-inflicted injuries) I got the stupid collar off. I disguised myself as a raccoon and went back to join the reporters... somehow, they saw through my cunning disguise, though, so I promised an exclusive interview if one of them could get me onboard the ship.
The police proved no match for the milling mass of reporters, and one enterprising soul managed to smuggle me into a cabin, which I sealed shut with psi in case the police came back. Then I told him all about my past with the pirates, and about the recent excitement. I had to tell *someone*!
I hope the ship works again soon so that we can get out of here. Too many cops around, wanting to ship me off to Earth.
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