Battle raging at Taxore's spaceport during Mission 2 for the Inconceivable's crew
Captain's Log
Ship's Log, Interstellar Yacht Inconceivable, Capt. Alistair Valentine recording. I decided to take the crew of the Inconceivable out to dinner after the amazing success of our first mission. None of us had been injured, and we had been paid handsomely by Gunny's contact at the Galactic Marines. While enjoying drinks before dinner, I proposed to the crew that we use most of the profit to pay off every last bit of debt on the ship. No longer would we have to worry about crooked companies, lawyers, or banks trying to reclaim the ship, I explained. Sure, we could instead build a sickbay or some other new module on the ship, but why do that before owning it outright? Going around the table, I asked each of the other four what they thought (SAS BR61 had remained on board the ship). All four of my crew agreed or voiced no dissent, even though it meant we were left with only 6 credits to their name.
When I went to pay the bill, the restaurant manager pulled me aside. The meal and drinks were on them, he said. He'd heard through the grapevine about a Converted Infiltration team being discovered and taken out by the crew of a recently-arrived ship. I quipped, "I wonder who those heroes could be?" The manager explained he'd recently watched a show about the Converted, and the half machine, half humans had given him the creeps. Anyone who did anything to save him being "converted" into one of those inhuman machines deserved a meal at his restaurant any day!
Once back at the ship, I called the crew together on the bridge to watch me make the electronic payment and receive the communication confirming the ship was ours. Several cheered and Gunny let out a marine whoop. I informed them that I'd spend this week again in the simulator. I wanted to be 100% comfortable with the controls of the Inconceivable before we took off from Taxore. Zorina said she'd like to keep working on combat training in the other simulator if no one else minded. Gunny, Cephvarx, and Doc all said that was fine. Gunny said he'd take Cephvarx with him and try to trade for some stuff we might need. Doc said if it was okay with everyone else, he'd like to explore Taxore a little. It seemed like a fascinating world, and the people seemed interested in his environmental suit and eager to chat.
I dismissed the crew, leaving BR 61 on security duty. As the crew left the bridge, the security bot called out, "Don't worry about me, my friends. I'm so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed."
Zoomed in photo from Alistair and Gunny's drone reconnaissance of the spaceport
Security Officer's Log
Ship's log, supplemental entry SO #0002, on the planet Taxore. I'm taking Cephvarx Hul with me to do a little trading in Taxore. I figure the big, purple-skinned lug might scare the merchants into giving me a better price! I'm glad I took him along, as we were checking out a weapons dealer and he called me over where he was sorting through a box of random equipment. He held up a cylindrical cloth bag. "Bipod," he said. "My rifle's model, specifically." Cephvarx is our squad's sniper, for want of a better term. Giving him a bipod would make him even more deadly. Since his rifle model is a relatively uncommon one, the bipod was not of much value to the dealer and we got it for next to nothing.
That's great, because prices are normally high on Taxore. We didn't see any other bargains and were on our way back to the ship when Cephvarx stopped at a vendor selling electronic tomes. He'd noticed some in Varxian language and was examining each one closely. While he shopped, I browsed the other titles. One caught my eye, The Lost Treasure of Chuff Betzos. Alistair is obsessed with this urban legend of a ship carrying an extremely valuable cargo owned by the founder of Amazonas Galacticus disappearing, and never being located. Alistair thinks it would be just deserts if he were to locate it and sell the contents to replace his lost pension that Amazonas stole from him! He even carries an electronic map that supposedly details the route of the ship through star systems. I bought it for Alistair, knowing he'd devour the text! (This is a Quest Rumor that we received as part of our trade roll). Cephvarx picked up a couple electronic books in Varx, as well. Then we headed back to the ship.
Engineer's Log We would be facing the spaceport's veteran security guards during our infiltration mission
Ship's log, supplemental entry EO #0001, on the planet Taxore. Ship's Engineering and Medical Officer Mecrosius recording. Taxore is an amazing planet, and other than the expenses, I like everything about it. Last week, I had been searching out possible jobs for our crew and had made contact with the deputy minister of the Free Trade Association of Taxore. We'd had lunch and he explained how they are fighting trade rules that keep the prices artificially high here on the planet. In the course of our discussion, our captain's plight of his lost pension from Amazonas Galacticus came up. The minister was very sympathetic and outraged by the mega-corporation's actions. He promised to find us some work to help out the caption.
This week, though, I wandered just for the fun and fascination of it. The people are incredibly polite and are accepting of my condition that requires me to wear my environmental suit at all times. They love to watch how the bottom "beak" opens up for me to deposit food, then closes back up. I described how it scans it for possible toxins then, if it is safe, delivers it to my mouth to be chewed. I never saw anyone stare impolitely or point or do anything rude. Even the little children do not giggle when they see my outfit. They simply watch and take it all in, turning away if I gaze at them so they don't seem impolite. As much as I love being part of the Inconceivable's crew, it will be hard to leave this planet. (When I rolled up the results for Doc's exploration, he received "This place is rather nice". We will have to spend a story point to keep him from remaining on Taxore when we eventually leave!).
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The Inconceivable crew deploys behind the spaceport's customs house and air conditioning units |
The Game
Since Doc had found a second job for us on Turn 1, I decided to play that one out for this turn's mission. The Free Trade Association of Taxore hired us to escort and protect a VIP. Our opponents would be "Veteran Enforcers" -- think police or hired, good quality security guards. From that kernel, I decided that the association wanted to install a device to monitor transmissions and logged entries at the city's spaceport. They wanted to be able to cull data of ship arrivals, cargo offloaded, port duties, etc., so they could prove that the authorities were artificially keeping prices high (and likely skimming off profits).
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The guards' specialist with the auto rifle begins to redeploy around a quonset hut for a firing position |
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Alistair and Gunny leap over the low wall behind the warehouse, intending to go in the back door |
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BR61 & Zorina escorting the Technician, while Cephvarx Hut gets ready to climb the customs house |
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Meanwhile, the security guards move forward along the wall to investigate the alarm & get in range |
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Doc Mecrosious opens the garage door a crack to a perfect shot on one of the security guards |
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It was a poor "tactical" choice on my part of loop the guard's best weapon around the hut |
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BR61 guns down another security guard from the cover of the customs house pillars |
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Cephvarx Hul from his covered sniper position on the customs house balcony railing |
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One of the security guards redeploys out of line of sight of Doc and then takes aim at Zorina |
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ZAP! Zorina's shimmer cloak camoflauge doesn't help against the guard's deadly aim with his laser |
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With Zorina down, the Inconceivable crew blazed away with their weapons on the next turn |
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Auto rifle armed guard finally gets to where he can shoot next turn and Gunny takes him out! |
I think in the future I will be less literal in following the enemy A.I. It dictated they moved only half moves and would stay in cover. Once they were under fire, they should have been moving faster to get within range, not slowly creeping forward and taking shots. That said, I think I did a good job on picking which of my crew would move before the guards and which would move afterwards. For example, both Doc and Gunny opened a door after a guard moved and were in short range of an enemy that thought they were in cover, but wide open from where they appeared from. My rolls -- except for poor Cephvarx Hul -- were good, and once again my weapon range was superior. One of these days, I am going to roll up an enemy armed with all auto rifles...! Post-battle report in the next episode!
Miniature Painting & Purchasing Tally for 2024
- Miniatures acquired in 2024: 149
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