White Spy, Black Spy
Feb. 22nd, 2003 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothTonight was Chris' Shadake game. It went pretty good, although there was a lot of sort of impromptu combat and fudging over what rules to use for certain magical effects that hadn't been done before. Lazar mentioned that the tricks omitted from the simplified magic rules were still available, just not *standard*... which, shall we say, opened the floodgates. But we'll live.
So, we finally had the parts and everything, and it was time to invade the big ship. I bought some nicer claws with my share of the booty from the assassin whose account we plundered -- really really sharp claws, with the shocky things like Ran has on his sword. Arranged them as a 'decoration' on the techy uniform that didn't really fit me -- what a useful fashion statement!
They told me to pretend to be a guy who pushed heavy stuff around, so I pushed heavy stuff around and did some innocent distractions while they were installing stuff. Trent and Ran helped with that. There were some problems getting it installed, I guess, but I wasn't really paying attention. It took forever.
The 'helpful distraction' was pretty distracting, but it wasn't very helpful -- the emergency locked down half the trams, so we had to make our way through this half-finished space ship and deal with trams that crashed into each other and blew up, or went too slow, or went to fast... and THEN!
THEN these nancy boys in pretty black armor start killing off the whole crew! We got trapped in a room avoiding the fire fight, and tried to cut through the wall to get around them and continue on, but they saw us and... well, we told them we were sabateurs and they gave us the professional courtesy of not killing us along with the rest of the crew. So, after they were gone, we stole their ship --
--NO! We didn't! We should have, but I was overruled. Blah. So we walk ALL THE WAY back to the launch bay, telling the crew that we met along the way that we were just helpless techs, and steal a bunch of space suits (for the less vacuum-enabled members of our little band or pirates), laboriously open the airlock...
...and find that our shuttle is an Ex Shuttle, along with everything else in the bay. Blue chimes in on our comm frequency that the nearest flyable ship is in a repair bay a couple corridors over, but it's too late, security is on to us, and we get in a nasty scrap.
Ran was cool, turning himself nearly invisible, lurking until an enemy was distracted, then slicing them in half. Keh -- Kah -- er, the bunny girl engineer did some freaky micro-physical stuff that drove some of the enemies totally insane, to where they were cowering in fear or shooting their friends. Isaiah did some stuff that wasn't that impressive, but he killed a person or two.
And I... well, I wasn't at my best, although I actually managed to get my psi shield up to block the lasers every time. NASTY lasers, though -- I could barely hold the shield. After a few disappointing attempts, I managed to disable the last enemy's gun (it exploded, but I managed to get my psi shield up in time, and it just barely held), then tear his arm off when he tried to run.
But we'd taken too long, and reinforcements had arrived. So we ran around them while Blue sealed them in a medbay... but one of them was a nasty illusion-tossing psionicists who managed to drive Trent insane. We ended up cornered in the ship by the psi and a bunch of robots, ready to launch except that Trent was cowering in another room, whimpering about how 'everything was on fire!'.
Luckily, the crazy black types watlzed in, spouted some gibberish, did this CRAZY dance move, and left the psi in many different pieces, along with his robot friends. I darted out behind them and rescued Trent, then we got the hell out of dodge.
last week next week
So, we finally had the parts and everything, and it was time to invade the big ship. I bought some nicer claws with my share of the booty from the assassin whose account we plundered -- really really sharp claws, with the shocky things like Ran has on his sword. Arranged them as a 'decoration' on the techy uniform that didn't really fit me -- what a useful fashion statement!
They told me to pretend to be a guy who pushed heavy stuff around, so I pushed heavy stuff around and did some innocent distractions while they were installing stuff. Trent and Ran helped with that. There were some problems getting it installed, I guess, but I wasn't really paying attention. It took forever.
The 'helpful distraction' was pretty distracting, but it wasn't very helpful -- the emergency locked down half the trams, so we had to make our way through this half-finished space ship and deal with trams that crashed into each other and blew up, or went too slow, or went to fast... and THEN!
THEN these nancy boys in pretty black armor start killing off the whole crew! We got trapped in a room avoiding the fire fight, and tried to cut through the wall to get around them and continue on, but they saw us and... well, we told them we were sabateurs and they gave us the professional courtesy of not killing us along with the rest of the crew. So, after they were gone, we stole their ship --
--NO! We didn't! We should have, but I was overruled. Blah. So we walk ALL THE WAY back to the launch bay, telling the crew that we met along the way that we were just helpless techs, and steal a bunch of space suits (for the less vacuum-enabled members of our little band or pirates), laboriously open the airlock...
...and find that our shuttle is an Ex Shuttle, along with everything else in the bay. Blue chimes in on our comm frequency that the nearest flyable ship is in a repair bay a couple corridors over, but it's too late, security is on to us, and we get in a nasty scrap.
Ran was cool, turning himself nearly invisible, lurking until an enemy was distracted, then slicing them in half. Keh -- Kah -- er, the bunny girl engineer did some freaky micro-physical stuff that drove some of the enemies totally insane, to where they were cowering in fear or shooting their friends. Isaiah did some stuff that wasn't that impressive, but he killed a person or two.
And I... well, I wasn't at my best, although I actually managed to get my psi shield up to block the lasers every time. NASTY lasers, though -- I could barely hold the shield. After a few disappointing attempts, I managed to disable the last enemy's gun (it exploded, but I managed to get my psi shield up in time, and it just barely held), then tear his arm off when he tried to run.
But we'd taken too long, and reinforcements had arrived. So we ran around them while Blue sealed them in a medbay... but one of them was a nasty illusion-tossing psionicists who managed to drive Trent insane. We ended up cornered in the ship by the psi and a bunch of robots, ready to launch except that Trent was cowering in another room, whimpering about how 'everything was on fire!'.
Luckily, the crazy black types watlzed in, spouted some gibberish, did this CRAZY dance move, and left the psi in many different pieces, along with his robot friends. I darted out behind them and rescued Trent, then we got the hell out of dodge.
last week next week
