He was reasonably smart, but found that there were about fifty thousand other kids that might have been just as smart trying to gain entry to University every year. Thinking that things like degrees might not be for somebody like him he tries to join the army to get his medical education there, should they put him in such a job.
The people were dirty and rude - just like back home. The army actually taught him how to put a person back together. So far so good.
Dice *
Army Survival End 5+:
2d6sh5
2, 6
✔
Total = 8
Success - roll normal event.
Dice *
Army Event:
2d6
6, 4
Total = 10
10 You are assigned to a peacekeeping role. Gain one of Admin 1, Investigate 1, Deception 1 or Recon 1. Picked Admin 1
While he was not sure about staying here longer his first gig was a relatively cosy one, just taking care of upper brass on a very familiar high profile station. Here he learned even better to work the natural bureaucracy that develops in such places.
Dice *
Trying for commission Soc 8+:
2d6-1sh8
(4, 3)-1
✘
Total = 6
commission not gained
Dice *
Advancement roll Edu 7+:
2d6+1sh7
(6, 3)+1
✔
Total = 10
Advanced to Rank 1 (Lance Corporal)
Gain Rank 1 (Lance Corporal) bonus skill
Recon 1
Upon receiving instant promotion following a relatively safe and easy deployment he decided to return for another tour, postponing his plans of becoming a doctor on some out of the way planet
Start New Term +4 Age
22
Checkpoint reached
Sheet updated - Bio expanded
Events Second Loop
Notes
Continuing Army Career
No entry roll needed
Dice *
Roll for skill table personal development:
1d6
5
Gain Medic
It wasn't all furuncles and taking blood in the army. During his second tour he got involved in more complicated medical procedures on the battlefield and off.
Dice *
Army Survival End 5+:
2d6sh5
5, 1
✔
Total = 6
Survived - Roll normal event
Dice *
Army Event:
2d6
6, 4
Total = 10
You are assigned to a peacekeeping role. Gain one of Admin 1, Investigate 1, Deception 1 or Recon 1. Picked Deception 1.
While the brass still pretended to not like his brash and abbrasive station-scum demeanour they still kept him around HQs a lot, however deploying him on a different planet in an equally cushy position.
Dice *
Army Advancement Edu 7+:
2d6+1sh7
(2, 4)+1
✔
Total = 7
Advanced to Rank 2 (Corporal)
When he was promoted a second time, now serving as a Corporal for HQ medical, he started to genuinely enjoy the army. This would become a turning point, given that if he doubled down now maybe his dreams of his own medical practice later would vanish entirely. He was doing medicine here, wasn't he?
Start term new Age +4
26
Connection made between Nezzra and Allyne (Jon)
Gain Medic
Allyne was part of a diplomatic envoy to the rebellious factions present on the planet that Nezzra was peacekeeping. They handled a tense prisoner exchange, with Nezzra taking care of the wounded and Allyne keeping an eye on the rebels. They hit it off afterwards
Checkpoint reached - WAITING FOR CONNECTION
Sheet updated - bio expanded
Events Third Loop
Notes
Continuing Army Career
No entry roll needed
Dice *
Skill Roll on table service skills:
1d6
3
Gain Gun Combat
Dice *
Army Survival End 5+:
2d6sh5
1, 1
✘
Total = 2
Survival failed -> roll for mishap
Dice *
Army Mishap Roll:
1d6
6
Injury -> roll on the Injury table
After eight years doing a comfortable job Nezzra is finally deployed into an active combat zone. Having learned so much about battlefield medicine proved to be a double edged sword in that way.
Dice *
Injury:
1d6
1
Nearly killed - reduce one physical att by 1d6 and the others by 2
Dice *
Dexterity reduction:
1d6
5
Dex reduced by 5, end and str reduced by 2
Not being used to the perils of frontline combat as much as some of his fellow soldiers he is caught in mortar fire and heavily wounded
Dice *
Roll to cover medical bills to recover from injuries +2 for rank:
2d6+2
(1, 6)+2
Total = 9
The army fronts 100% of the medical bills (which would have been 45k)
Nezzra is dismissed from the army career (probably honorably, given the mishap did not indicate a huge personal failure), his medical bills having been covered and his health restored
Three benefit-rolls upon leaving his career (2 for the first two terms, 1 for being rank 2)
Dice *
Benefit 1:
1d6
1
Combat Implant (Subdermal Armour +1)
Dice *
Benefit 2:
1d6
5
Armour (Vacc-Suit TL 10)
Dice *
Cash:
1d6
4
10000-1000 for the Armour
Connection made with Lance Corporal Dominic Valojin
Gained Skill Vacc Suit 1
Met Dom on a joint mission between Army/Marines led by Marine Colonel Harnet, who overruled his army counterpart and took the troop ship through a nebula. There events unknown to Nezzara caused the ship to crash and flood with poisonous gas. He tried to transport injured troops but was caught in a subsequent explosion, which was the cause of his injury.
Start term new Age +4
30
Events Fourth Loop
Notes
Attempting to gain entry into the Scholar career
Dice *
Entry Scholar Int 6+,-1 from previous career:
2d6
4, 1
Total = 5
Failed to gain entry
Nezzara wanted to become part of a research project that he had heard through an old military friend. He was passed on for somebody with a university degree.
Dice *
Draft:
1d6
4
Drafted as a Merchant Marine
Knowing that he always had a home in the military somewhere he let himself be drafted, ending up on an imperial trader.
Gain extra Service Skill Broker 0
Dice *
Skill Roll Personal Development:
1d6
1
+1 STR
Dice *
Survival Roll Edu 5+:
2d6+1sh5
(3, 2)+1
✔
Total = 6
Survived the Term
Dice *
Career Event:
2d6
4, 6
Total = 10
Gain DM+1 to any one Benefit roll.
On the trader he found himself to be well liked, maybe even a little more so than in the army. The crewmembers and even the NCOs seemed to be from similar backgrounds to himself, and his medical abilities were in high demand too. He was set to be a more wealthy man when mustering out, and also a slightly more fit one too, given that he was doing more manual labour around the ship.
Dice *
Advancement Roll INT 7+:
2d6+1sh7
(2, 5)+1
✔
Total = 8
Promoted to Rank 1 (Senior Crewman), Mechanic 1 gained
His tour of duty was very succesful, earning him a promotion. However it was not the kind of work that he wanted to do for a long time, which is why he decided to try again to enter a scientific profession.
Mustering out
2 Benefits (1 for the amount of terms, 1 for being rank 1)
Dice *
Benefit Roll:
1d6
4
Gun (Shotgun)
Dice *
Cash Roll +1 from event:
1d6+1
(5)+1
Total = 6
40000
Dice *
Aging roll -4 terms:
2d6-4
(1, 5)-4
Total = 2
No ill effects from aging
Start term new Age +4
34
Checkpoint reached
Sheet and Bio updated
Events Fifth Loop
Notes
Attempting to gain entry into the Scholar career part deux
Dice *
Entry Scholar Int 6+,-2 from previous careers:
2d6-1
(4, 5)-1
Total = 8
Gained Entry
Pick Assignment
Picked Scientist
When Nezzara had been younger he had dreamed of becoming some laid back rural doctor. Now that he was older he was less fussy and just followed the opportunity, so when it was possible to join a research station as a lab tech he took it. He figured he could brush up on the science fundamentals there - the kind he never got due to his unconventional education.
Gain extra Service Skill Science 0
Dice *
Skill Roll Personal Development:
1d6
1
Int +1
Dice *
Survival Roll Edu 4+:
2d6+1sh4
(1, 3)+1
✔
Total = 5
Survived! Go for career event.
Dice *
Career Event:
2d6
4, 6
Total = 10
You become entangled in a bureaucratic or legal morass that distracts you from your work. Gain one of Admin 1, Advocate 1, Persuade 1 or Diplomat 1. Picked Persuade 1.
Working at the research lab was educational, but he found that there was as much bureaucratic nonsense as the army sometimes had. While here he had to talk his way out of these situation when in the army one couldn't, however he would have preferred to be able to concentrate on his work alone.
Dice *
Advancement INT 8+:
2d6+1sh8
(1, 1)+1
✘
Total = 3
I had to check - terrible roll, but not actually equal or less to the number of terms spent in the career. However I only gave my guy one shot to be promoted and snag science 1, now it is time to muster out.
There was just something off about working there. Even after years it was made very clear to him that he was as far away from being promoted as possible, not how he imagined science work at all. He hadn't joined this gig to do gruntwork, so Nezzara decided it was time to pack it all up for good.
Mustering out
One Benefit from one term, no bonus due to rank
Dice *
Benefit Roll:
1d6
6
Lab Ship
Before Nezzara knew what it was he really wanted to do with his retirement from academia he had been pushed into a bad deal buying an out of date lab ship from the research station. It was only 25% paid off, and he couldn't even fly it, but for the time being it was his. He could always sell it later on.
Dice *
Number of old ship traits:
1d6
4
Dice *
Trait1:
2d6
3, 5
Total = 8
Double maintenance cost
Dice *
Trait2:
2d6
6, 4
Total = 10
Damaged thrusters: DM-1 to all Pilot checks
Dice *
Trait3:
2d6
1, 3
Total = 4
Library computer contains erroneous information.
Dice *
Trait4:
2d6
6, 4
Total = 10
Damaged thrusters: DM-1 to all Pilot checks
On top of all that the ship was also the worst...
Dice *
Ageing table:
2d6-5
(6, 5)-5
Total = 6
No ageing effects
Start term new Age +4
38
Connection made with Rafe Trystienne
He helped Nezzara out when the bureaucracy was taking away from his research time by sweet-talking certain functionaries.
Character Background
Nezz was raised in a mesh of tincans floating about cold space, which was called Raguegh, not that it mattered. He was part of the unwashed masses, the cogs in the machine, born to a family of little significance and means. It was a crowded space, helplessly overfilled in fact, but also a very technologically advanced one. While technology did not necessarily mean comfort or warmth, especially when it was solely aimed at industrial means, it did mean some sort of opportunity if one had a good head on their shoulders. And Nezzara was smart enough, strong enough, learned enough. The resources were there for him to utilise, and he had learned quickly he did not want to become one of those base thugs that just tried to become the big bad fish in the middle of the other sardines squeezes into the worldlets. In the beginning his plan wasn't even to get out, per se, but just to get somewhere it was less crowded. That this could be an actual planet with atmosphere only occured to him at a very late stage. Be that as it may, even though he saw the steel and blinking lights all around him he realised that in truth he might be a people person. Biology just interested him, and wasn't it the most advanced machine there was? Well, probably not, but he still dreamt of becoming a doctor. Might be he could wing University, or if not that then some sort of military medical gig.
Soon after his 18th birthday he enrolled in the local University entry exams. He was reasonably smart, but found that there were about fifty thousand other kids that might have been just as smart trying to gain entry to University every year. Thinking that things like degrees might not be for somebody like him he tried to join the army to get his medical education there, should they put him in such a job. Not only did he succeed, but he was also immediately enrolled in medic duties. Considering he army actually taught him how to put a person back together this was all great so far. The people were dirty and rude - just like back home. It was uncertain why, but he also got a relatively cosy deployment working at HQ lasering furuncles of off top brass or just generally learning how to survive around army mandarins. It was like the bureaucracy back home, just on steroids. But he felt that the people were put off by his low-class demeanour, and not gaining commission was a little bit of a blow. However he received a regular promotion, which promted him to postpone his plans of becoming a doctor on some out of the way planet for another tour of duty. Nezz just hoped it would be as comfortable again as this one had been.
His second tour of duty started out as more of the same, with Nezzara being attached to the HQ medical of a batallion doing a peacekeeping mission in some laid back rural place. he started to think maybe the top brass was just pretending not to like his brash and abbrasive station-scum demeanour with the way that they still kept him around in a somewhat cushy position. However it wasn't all furuncles and taking blood in the army. During his second tour he got involved in more complicated medical procedures on the battlefield and off, since even though he wasn't doing any of the fighting where he was there were still some other people that did. By the end of it he felt like University couldn't have taught him about applied medicine better than what he got here. When he was promoted a second time, now serving as a Corporal for HQ medical, he started to genuinely enjoy the army. There was going to be more responsibility involved, and he might have a genuine shot at trying his hand at real leadership. This would become a turning point, given that if he doubled down now maybe his dreams of his own medical practice later would vanish entirely. He was doing medicine here after all, wasn't he? ; This stage in life also marked when Nezzra met Allyne Duchamp, when the woman was part of a diplomatic mission to the planet he was peacekeeping on. She helped negotiate a very tense and important exchange of prisoners and wounded, to which Nezzra tended after the handover. The two hit it off afterwards.
It was his third tour when things started to go south. The situation got a little more intense in his part of the sector, and he was eventually pulled from his relatively safe position to be redeployed near a hot combat zone. Nezzara was involved in some frontline duty, for a change shooting at people as well as patching fellow soldiers up. For a year or so this was a stressful deployment, but he pushed through it. He was looking forward to more promotions and continuing his career in the army. However it didn't turn out that way. He was due to be shifted around to some other battlefield yet again, and with few troop carriers his batallion was pushed on the same ship that was already full of army men. The usual headbutting started between army and marines, and it wasn't Nezzaras commander that got his way. For some reason unknown to himself one Marine Colonel Harnet took the troop ship through a nebula. There events unknown to Nezzara caused the ship to crash and flood with poisonous gas. He tried to transport injured troops but was caught in a subsequent explosion. He nearly died, waking up in a medbay heavily sedated some time later. The army was grateful enough to cover all his medical expenses, and eventually his body recovered fully. They even put some fancy plating underneath his skin, so that was something. There was however a confidence lost in the procedures of the military, because of the general mess and the fact that he was honourably discharged when he thought he actually deserved a medal. It was time to take that civilian job now after all.
After having fully recovered Nezzara wanted to give academia a shot. There was the opportunity to become part of a research project that he had heard through an old military friend due to him bein a reasonably accomplished medical professional. However he was ultimately passed on for somebody with a university degree and more experience in scientific research. He had to reconsider what to with himsef yet again, but knowing that he always had a home in the military somewhere he let himself be drafted. This led to him being deployed as a merchant marine on an imperial trader. Now again at the bottom of the totem-pole he worked a lot of manual jobs, but he found himself to be well liked, maybe even a little more so than in the army. The crewmembers and even the NCOs seemed to be from similar backgrounds to himself, and eventually his medical abilities got to be in high demand too. He was set to be a more wealthy man when mustering out, and also a slightly more fit one too, given the physically strenuous work around the ship. His tour of duty was very succesful all throughout, earning him a promotion and a fair amount of wealth. However, it was not the kind of work that he wanted to do for a long time, which is why he decided to try again to enter a scientific profession.
When Nezzara had been younger he had dreamed of becoming some laid back rural doctor. Now that he was older he was less fussy and just followed the opportunities, so when it was possible to join a research station as a measly lab-tech he took it. He figured he could brush up on the science fundamentals there - the kind he never got due to his unconventional education, which he partially accomplished. Working at the research lab was educational, but he found that there was as much bureaucratic nonsense as the army sometimes had. While here he had to talk his way out of these situation when in the army one couldn't, however he would have preferred to be able to concentrate on his work alone. During one of the many functions and seminars that he attended during this time he met Rafe Trystienne, a newly knighted noble sweet-talking some of the functionaries that were in the way of scientific progress and therefore a major pain in Nezzaras behind. It eased the problems somewhat, but there was just something off about working at the station. Even after years it was made very clear to him that he was as far away from being promoted as can be, which was not how he imagined science work at all. He hadn't joined this gig to do gruntwork forever, so eventually Nezzara decided it was time to pack it all up for good. He would have loved to make a clear cut, yet shortly before Nezzara realised that this wasn't really for him he had been pushed into a bad deal buying an out of date lab ship from the research station's surplus. It was only 25% paid off, and he couldn't even fly it, but for the time being it was his. He could always sell it later on. At least it was a way to be able to go wherever he wanted now, if only he could afford the exorbitant maintenance AND the mortgage at the same time. He'd have to find a way to make some money quick, or in two months tops he would be pennyless...
Weapons
Name
TL
Range
Damage
WT
MAG
Traits
Unarmed
NA
Melee
1D+1
NA
NA
Club
NA
Melee
2D+1
3
NA
Shotgun
4
50m
4D
4
6
Bulky: A Bulky weapon has a powerful recoil or is simply extremely heavy – this makes it difficult to use effectively in combat by someone of a weak physical stature. A Traveller using a Bulky weapon must have STR 9 or higher to use it without penalty. Otherwise, all attack rolls will have a negative DM equal to the difference between their STR DM and +1.Bulky
Rifle
5
250m
3D
5
5
Stunner
10
5m
2D+3
0,5
100
These weapons are designed to deal non-lethal damage, incapacitating a living target rather than killing it. Damage is only deducted from END, taking into account any armour. If the target’s END is reduced to 0, the target will be incapacitated and unable to perform any actions for a number of rounds by which the damage exceeded his END. Damage received from Stun weapons is completely healed by one hour of rest.Stun, This weapon has little or no recoil, allowing it to be used in low or zero gravity situations without requiring an Athletics (dexterity) check.Zero-G
Armor
Name
TL
Rad
WT
Traits
Vacc-Suit +8
10
145
10
Required skill Vacc Suit 0
Cloth +8
10
-
5
Character Notes
None right now.
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Allyne had always been a busy child. Not brilliant, not gifted, but determined and busy. She was the third of Geoffrey and Milly Duchamp’s four children. Milly was a supervisor in the electronics assembly business situated five miles out of town and Geoffrey an mechanic in the automobile garage that served their suburb. It was a comfortable, if unspectacular upbringing.
Allyne would have been confined to the planet-bound life that was common in her extended family, earning a living by serving the local Garda-Vilis industry, had it not been for her incessant curiosity to understand what made things tick. This was noticed at an early age by the teachers of her modest, unambitious, school. They encouraged here by giving her free rein of the labs and design shop on the campus and watched as the curious little girl blossomed into an overall-wearing grease-smeared young lady ready to take her first steps into adulthood and responsibility.
Her continent on Garda-Vilis had been pacified some twenty years earlier after civil unrest that had been running on a low-boil for three generations. As part of the settlement, all her citizens were to serve a four year service in military or commercial endeavours before embarking on a career of their own. The only way to delay that, and take control of your life’s direction was to get acceptance in one of the local universities or military schools based off-planet
Allyne, while educationally competent, was no A student. Nevertheless, she had her heart set on deepening her education. Her application had gone in, with her cause pled elegantly by herself and supported by the recommendations of her teachers. So, it was one early summer’s morning her heart leapt as a letter dropped through her door – a letter that bore the university’s insignia …
… She was in! The young woman screamed with relief and joy, running from father to mother, brother to sister, waving the letter and jumping for joy. The proudest of families escorted their daughter in the grandest car the George had borrowed from the garage to the spaceport some four hours drive from their sleepy city. They waived the naïve undergraduate through security were she was swallowed by the crowds of youngster, thrilling with excitement at the path that was laid before them.
Allyne’s good nature, enthusiasm and emerging talent helped her blend in with the sons and daughters of families of the sort that she had only seen in movies … and here she was – one of them. In her second year, she shared lodgings with a group of like-minded engineers and between them they dreamed of flying the great capital ships of the fleet, commanding ranks of technicians skilled in cutting edge techniques in the most advanced of technology. Between them they would shape the future of space flight. They pledged to share their insights and opportunities and build careers that would lead them away from this backwater to the most glamorous sectors of the galaxy or into the teeth of pivotal battles for the sake of the empire. It was at this time that she met Lance Dieter the intelligent, glamorous young socialite who was destined for high things in the Navy. She waved him off at the end of her second year and dreamed of when she too would be wearing that officer cadet’s uniform.
So, when Allyne qualified with honours there was not surprise. She was one of the most talented in the class – partly because she was bright, but mostly because she worked so hard. There was only one thing for her to do now. Put her name down for officer training in the Naval corps. She would serve her national service as the first stepping-stone to her magnificent career.
But Allyne was soon the find that she could not shake her upbringing that readily. The recruiting captain who interviewed her at officer selection was from the capital – close enough to know what Allyne’s hometown met. He made it clear before he asked a question that he did not consider her officer material, so it was not surprise to the young graduate to receive the “with regret …” letter that encouraged her to consider the enlisted route. So as her classmates turned left into the officer candidate staterooms, Allyne turned right to bunk with her fellow enlisted men.
But the young lady was not set back for long. On the Warspite, an aging battleship of the fleet, She threw herself into the basic training, learning the essentials of life in the navy. It wasn’t long before her handiness was recognised and she promoted as Able Spacehand in the machine shop, where she was soon sought out as the magician who could fix just about everything.
As she matured into the hard-working, level-headed Spacehand, she found herself being called upon as part as off-ship missions. Her talent for improvisation meant she’d saved many an otherwise abortive mission by jury-rigging vital kit. It was just a mission where she met Nezz. The army doctor was accompanying the team retrieving prisoners from one of the anonymous conflicts that were sparking across the region. Allyne had been sent down to evaluate the environment and to identify if any booby-traps or bombs had been set to welcome the peacekeepers.
She found none, but she did find the young doctor cursing the kit that had been damaged in transit. The prisoners had been badly injured and the doctor wanted to induce a coma during transport, but his ventilator had been cracked and there were no replacements vital components. It was a simple task for Allyne. The two of them shared a companionable beer as they admired their respective abilities to repair man and machine and bonded over their shared struggle for recognition and respect from the military class.
Back on the Warspite, once again Allyne’s hard work and diligence paid off. The Lieutenant Lance Dieter, who was by now taking his stint heading engineering, took her under his wing again. He diverted her away from fixing every broken this-and-that that was sent down to their shop towards more advanced studies. Cloistered away into the officer’s dining rooms, she was initiated into the higher mathematics that allowed ships to navigate the galaxy.
And when it came to the next round of applications for commissions, he pushed her into applying again and coached her in her applications. No one, but Allyne, was surprised when the ensign’s band was delivered to her dorm. The enlisted men partied hard to see one of their raised up to the officer class. She gathered her belongings and took the trip bow-wards to the stateroom she was to share with a freshly enlisted officer trainee.
So, when the Warspite was assigned duty in the hot war, she was assigned to lead the engineering team responsible for damage repair to the ship’s engines. The heat of battle is a great teacher. They had taken a torpedo to the aft of the ship, which had torn a whole in its skin and rendered the jump drive inactive. The fleeing aggressors would have made it to safety behind the rebel lines were it not for Allyne’s team’s prompt action. They were able to rig a by-pass that took the dead cells out of the series that fuelled each jump, giving just enough juice to close with their quarry and neutralise it.
Commander Lance Dieter who saluted her and her team as he left the Waspite for the last time to pursue the next stage of his glittering career. Allyne meanwhile was left with a long layover while the ship was refitted. The enforced rest was made easier by the coincidence of meeting Kyrina Telia, the electronics undergraduate who has been part of her gang at university. Allyne had lost touch with her when Kyrina decided not to follow a career in the services, so it was a surprise to find her fried as a minor celebrity, entertaining the gathered sailors and marines in an officers bar. The two of them hung out for a month and it was the most pure fun Allyne had had since leaving university. Then, one party, Kyrina fell badly for a young police offices, Idrick Reinner. The two of them were in that first-love haze, unable to spend a minute apart – but Kyrina felt sorry for her friend and occasionally invited her to be an awkward gooseberry on their dates, or even worse to fix up a double date with one of her doubtful friends. But Idrick did not seem to mind. In fact he was fascinated by Allyne’s electronics insights and facility with computers. He asked for her help on some of the details of a case he was working on.
So, when the day came to launch the refitted Warspite, Allyne stood anxiously, waiting to see who would take command of the engineering team. She rolled her eyes as a boy eight years her junior stepped in, the fresh lieutenant’s pips still gleaming on his uniform. Lieutenant Henriech Colstein caught the look and things went downhill from there. Whether the man was insulted by Allyne’s initial reaction or was intimidated by her competence, the Lieutenant saw to it that her career would go no further. He gave her tasks well below her competence and station and saw to it that every mistake and problem that happened around her was blamed on her – both in front of the Warspite’s new captain and on her records.
As the current tour completed, Lieutenant Colstein’s promotion application was denied. He was in a foul mood and looking for someone to blame. With half a flask of whiskey in his belly, he berated Allyne, stabbing his finger at her official record. He made it clear that if she did not resign from the service now, then he would see to it that she received the final demerit that would see her lose benefits on mustering out and cut her adrift in the galaxy.
The engineer had no choice. She took her benefits at looked for a job – any job – that would get her away from the backwater they had ended up in. And she was lucky. At that time, Carolyn Dracard the aging captain of the Spirit of Hope was at the bar. The captain recognised a talented ship hand when she saw it, and ships like the Spirit of Hope always needed a good engineer on board to keep them operating well.
This new life for Allyne was a shot of vitality. She was thrown out of the regimented naval life and into the life of the freebooting trader. Carolyn nurtured her introduction into the world of real people … how to find your way around the sketchiest of space ports, while avoiding trouble. How to talk your way out of parasitic bandits, seeking to tax your profits away, and how to live with a ship without being navy-perfect all the time.
Allyne was taken with this life – the freedom and self-expression it allowed her. But just as she was blossoming into a second youth, the arthritis she had inherited from her mother begun to bite. He hands and knees began to swell, and movement was painful. There were drugs that could slow the effect, but just that, slow it. With each bout of the disease she found herself less and less physically able. Her mind was still sharp as a tack, and her knowledge of how to make just about anything work was admirable, but she was weaker and slower. Noticeably so.
Captain Dracard had been talking about it for over a year now, so it was no surprise when it actually happened. The Captain was retiring, taking her profits and settled down. But what was surprising was when she handed Allyne the codes and deeds to the Spirit of Hope. Sure, it came with a large mortgage outstanding, but it was a ship. A ship! Allyne had a ship of her own, with a belly big enough to earn a living, and the whole of the galaxy ahead of her. What would she do now?
Contacts
Idrick Reinner PC
(Kyrina Telia – Idrick’s partner)
Nezz Arrouk PC (doctor)
Dominic Valojin PC (university friend)
Captain Lance Dieter (ally)
Lieutenant Henriech Colstein (rival)
Weapons
Name
TL
Range
Damage
WT
MAG
Traits
Unarmed
NA
Melee
1D+(STR DM)
NA
NA
Blade
2
Melee
2D
2
NA
-
Stunstick
8
Melee
2D
1
NA
Stun
Armor
Name
TL
Rad
WT
Traits
Cloth
10
-
6
+8 protection
Character Notes
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item
WT
Item
WT
Mobile comm
-
-
-
Electronics - computers toolkit
-
-
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Electronics - comms toolkit
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-
-
Engineering - sensors toolkit
-
-
-
Mechincal toolkit
-
-
-
Total Load [ ]
Augments
TL
Effect
-
-
-
Finances2,066 cr.
Stuff:
Blade
TAS membership
Mobile comm TL 13, Computer/1
24 shares in Far Trader Spirit of Hope
(Mortgage outstanding TBC)
__________________ PC: Curse of Strahd(5e), Eberron Escapades(5e), Masks(CoC), Odyssey of the Dragonlords(5e), Out of the Abyss, To the CallHill(5e), Way of the Wicked(PF1e), The Third Imperium (MgT2e) DM: Horror on the Orient Express, Under Otari (PF2e), To the StarHill:Dead Suns (SF)
Last edited by savoylen; Oct 15th, 2022 at 11:32 AM.
Gain Streetwise, Carousing, Computers, Electronics
1st Term - Entertainer
Gain Art, Carouse, deception, Drive, Persuade, Steward; Survived
Life Event
Gain an Ally
Advancement
Failed; Entertainer Rank 0
2nd Term- Intelligence
Gain Streetwise; Survived
Life Event
Advanced Training Gain Streetwise 1
Advancement
Success; Agent- Gain Deception 1 and Recon
Survival
Failed, Investigation gone wrong
Muster Out
Scientific Equipment and Combat Implant
3rd Term- Wanderer
Dex +1
Life Event
Relationship ends badly: Enemy
Advancement
Rank 1 Streetwise 3, Stealth
Muster Out
EDU +1, $4,000
Character Background
Growing up on an overcrowded world teeming with needy life, Boranga learned early on that the squeaky wheel got the grease. In order to survive, in order to thrive, you had to stand out from the homogenous crowd. Born to service industry parents, Boranga raised himself with an insatiable appetite for dabbling with electronics, his gadgets his only friends. Becoming hooked on self-help books, Boranga believed that in order to have success in life you had to visualize it and then take appropriate actions. He changed his name to Mansa, an ancient term he heard meant King. At the same time he learned about a desert called the Sahara desert. Sahara was the word for desert... so desert desert. With that in mind Mansa took the last name King... or King King. It was a good start to actualizing his dreams.
Mansa's self actualization exercises begin to pay off as does the long hours practicing his public speaking in front of his bathroom mirror. He is hired as a late night infomercial host hawking dubious products to the gullible masses. His style and delivery are memorable and he meets an up and coming journalist who covers the entertainment beat. They hit it off. His sense of humor and wit vibe well with her hard nose grit and morality. Clarity Belle is now an ally.
Mansa's late night gig was too much of a good thing. The late hours required chemical stimulation... which led to dependency and then a fall into addiction. He became erratic, missed work... and was eventually fired. His severance pay amounted to nothing, all of it owed to dealers and thugs. Mansa King is now unemployed... and trying to hide the truth from Clarity Belle.
Mansa gets caught in a drug bust and to avoid prosecution he agrees to become a wired informant for the law. He is expected to be dead in days, yet somehow... he survives... and thrives. His performance skills reach new levels and he becomes a trusted asset. He is officially hired and becomes a trained undercover agent.
Of course Mansa gets himself involved in an investigation that hits too close to home for the powers that be. Mansa uncovers high level corruption between the drug lords and law enforcement. Knowing that he will be forced to take the fall, Mansa runs, dropping off the grid as he struggles to stay out of prison. As he leaves, King helps himself to some technical gear that he believes he is owed.
Things get worse for Mansa. It is either disappear or end up in prison where he knows he will be killed. The icing on the cake is that Cecil Rhodes, the captain of his ex-unit, ends up marrying Clarity Belle. Mansa spends the next few years as a wanderer hoping that they will somehow forget he exists.
Weapons
Name
TL
Range
Damage
WT
MAG
Traits
Unarmed
NA
Melee
1D+(STR DM)
NA
NA
Blade
2
Melee
2D
2
NA
NA
Gauss Pistol
12
20M
3D
1
40
AP 3, Auto 2
Shotgun
4
50M
4D
4
6
Bulky
Armor
Name
TL
Rad
WT
Traits
Flak Jacket +5
8
-
6
-
Character Notes
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Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item
WT
Item
WT
Light Intensifier Goggles
1
-
-
Breather Mask
-
-
-
Binoculars TL 8
1
-
-
Total Load [2]
Augments
TL
Effect
Next Gen Wafer Jack
13
Capacity Bandwidth/10
Neural Comm Audio and visual, Computer/0
12
access the capabilities of a neural comm by thought alone
Initiative Result : Current Armor: Combat:
Free Actions:
Minor Actions:
Significant Actions:
Reactions:
__________________ Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception. I have taken The Oath of Sangus Most people are not just comfortable in their ignorance, but hostile to anyone who points it out.
Last edited by savoylen; Oct 15th, 2022 at 11:34 AM.
May 9th, 2020, 11:37 AM
