Excellent, that's everyone. I think. Yes it is.
I shall do the rolls in 2 hours. EDIT: Well OK, not everybody but org hasn't posted in 24 hours so he gets AI'd
Captain Nirur Torir shall now look for anyone willing to buy the wrecked ship he found.
Action: Help Nirur with whatever hes doing
|You are awakened by thunderclan pouring water over you. You sit up and listen to thunderclan jabber about how awesome you are.
|Apparently you helped arrest some murderers or something, and now people think you're awesome. You realise that your good fortune must be exploited, and so you offer your fans the exclusive chance to buy a space ship shot by Nirur Torir himself.
| A few people go with you to the ship, where they admire the lump of metal dangling behind the ship, and then walk off. A merchant offers you 600 credits for it and permission to set it up as a tourist attraction, which you accept.
(600 credits= Decent price).
I'll change my lightsaber colour to orange, and then start running around a bit, practising my endurance and (possibly) agility.
You swap your lightsaber for an orange one.
|You in circles around the ship. Your endurance increases, but you get dizzy. -1 to physical actions next turn (like running or fighting)
Realizing that using the computer is pointless, I attempt to enter Smuggles and use the nearest internet cafe to surf various sites regarding CPU mantienance, since I need to try and lower the IDIOT_SHIELD on the ships CPU.
Internet (n.):
A system of global communication whereby multiple computers are linked together. Can still be found on earth, and other planets with large (100 million+) populations. Internet was much used on earth before 2010, and indeed was still used for a long time afterwards. However the difficulty of moving 'pure' information faster than light means that it doesn't even work within a single solar system, and over the span of the galaxy it would be silly.
See system libraries, fiber optics, and <2010 computers.
Tsk. Not that you could know. Anyway, you attempt to go to the nearest system library (digital libraries used within solar systems).
| You walk down the gangplank and past the guard. He stops you and tells you that no weapons are allowed on the station.
|You reply with an argument so well built that no counter argument could ever be formulated
|. The guard's brain lapses into unconsciousness before your reasoning can do to much damage. Unfortunately you completely forget to go inside.
I practice my agility.
|You do stretches and stuff, and jump over astronautical equipment on the deck. You even swing around on some rigging, jumping from one rope to - the cold dark abyss of space. Oops.
| You fly off the ship. Before anyone can activate the gravity rescue systems you fly out of the biosphere. You hold your breath and try to swim back. Which is surprisingly easy. But despite your speed you run out of breath. You take a deep breath of cold hydrogen. Or not. It appears you have taken a sphere of air with you. On account of your innate magical abilities.
Sweet!
I now disassemble one of the lightsabers, carefully studying its mechanics and storing every single piece of it. I don't want a small but important part to vanish in some corner, after all.
|You break open the red lightsaber. Pieces fly everywhere.
Try and be more careful next time.
If I am in, I'll take two lightsabers (one green, one blue), turn them off, pocket them, and go see if I can figure out the ship's computer. Preferably without being labeled IDIOT.
You run after Nirur Torir and thunderclan. You explain that you have wanted to be a pirate ever since you got dumped here, and Nirur lets you join the crew.
|You gleefully grab two lightsabers (yellow, white) and take a look at the ships computer. You wisely don't press buttons at random, and the computer just beeps at you. It's a simple thing, controlling the ships steering mechanisms and keeping the ship on a pre-set course. It seems pretty easy to operate.
Org trains his lightsabering.
| Org takes a powerful swing at the training dummy, which parries his blow. Unfortunately the parrying mechanism is a little fragile, and the saber arm goes limp.
Statuses:
Space sloop. Max crew 8. Basic cargo hold for 200 units of goods. Three basic laser cannons: Port, starboard, and front.
Damaged navigation system: Role to fail +2. (So fails on a one only)
Towing a wrecked space ship.
Has a scrap-metal mechanised training dummy. (+1 to lightsaber training. Still won't become an expert using this, but you will become pretty good). Broken (requires simple repairs)
199 units of cheap alcohol (No price modifier)
Crate of lightsabers (1 left)
Everyone is here. Well, Hellhound is floating just off it.
Docked at Smuggles.
Inventory: Basic clothing, Lightsaber (purple)
Skills: Dabbling computer user. Dabbling lightsabereer. Novice logic-user
Notes: Computer has registered you as an IDIOT, you hate the computer.
Inventory: Basic clothing, lightsaber (yellow)
Skills: Dabbling lightsabereer. A tiny bit agile. Novice mage.
Notes: You have a thing for shiny stuff
Location: Floating in a bubble of air, just off the Morning Star
Inventory: Basic clothing, lightsaber (orange)
Skills: Slightly strong, novice lightsabereer, slightly agile.
Notes: Dizzy (-1 to physical actions, expires in one turn)
Inventory: Basic clothing. 600 credits.
Skills:Novice Gunner. Dabbling grapleer. Dabbling looter. A bit tough. Dabbling merchant.
Notes: Infamous.
Inventory: Basic clothing. 1 lightsaber (green)
Skills: Lightsaberereer (and a bit). Dabbling(and a bit) mechanic
Notes: Lucky bastard
Inventory: Basic clothing. Encyclopedia Cyclopia. One Lightsaber (blue)
Skills: Dabbling searcher. Novice investigator. Dabbling lightsabereer. Dabbling mechanic
Notes: None
Inventory: Basic clothing.
Skills: Novice sneaker (free skill), dabbling merchant, dabbling medic (helped Nirur)
Notes: Fanatic follower of Nirur
Inventory: Basic clothing. 2 Lightsabers (yellow and white)
Skills: Novice computer user (free skill)
Notes: None
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