Campaign of the Month: January 2012
Star Trek Late Night
Alyr Torin's Story
The following stories were originally GM only but I have decided to post them to share with our fans. They shed light on things that have happened and/or are about to.
Against the laws of the Bene Gesserit, my mother taught me how to see into myself and to expand my consciousness into the flow of the universe. She said I had “the gift”. My father was not fond of this as he feared the wrath of the sisterhood but she had assured him that I had a role to play in the future of the Furyan people and that I would need her training to survive. She had experienced some sort of vision. My father trusted her and supported her decision.
I also learned the basics of Boevye Puti (means “Martial Way”; basically Furyan Kung Fu) from my father along with some of the mystical aspects of chi. He worked me harder than the other kids. I thought it was because he was my father and didn’t want to show favoritism but I later realized that he was preparing me for whatever vision my mother had experienced.
Not a dark secret but it’s something I don’t talk to other people about for obvious reasons.
Mother’s Love – Alyr’s First Dark Secret
As Skywatch burned and the klaxons bellowed my mother rushed me to the cargo area. As she shoved me into the crate that would be my salvation she imparted me with endearing sentiments. She also implanted something deep into my brain. I don’t know what it is but it has something to do with hidden knowledge. No one knows what this is or that it is even in my brain. I have never sought to find out what it is for fear of it leading to my demise.
Their is something on Furya that Zhylaw wants, badly. It is hidden and he has not been able to find it. My mother knew of its location and she planted it in my brain. Zhylaw actually beamed my mother onto his ship just before the station was destroyed. He tortured her and she gave up what it was but never gave up its location. He knows she had a child but did not find out what happened to him. If he ever figures out that its me, he will stop at nothing to rip the info from my brain.
Don’t F with the Sith
The Starjammers and I had just finished a hit on a Black Sun transport. Word has it they were bringing in a huge shipment of Melange. It would have been very profitable to have snagged it but Corsair was adamantly opposed to dealing with any drugs; especially as nasty as this stuff was supposed to be. We were close Citadel so I asked them to drop me off for a little RNR. The rest of the crew had other plans and I wanted to pick up my ship anyway.
I met up with some of my Syndicate buddies and we partied late. I was feeling it, but I still had my wits about me. I was going to need it to take care of the twins I had left with.
I’m not sure of the details but things went south about as fast and horribly as any situation I have ever been in. I was talking to one of the twins when a flash of red light shot across her throat. The smell of burning flesh and hair filled my nostrils. Her head fell one way, her body fell the other. As her body dropped, it slipped from my grasp as if in slow motion. Standing there was one of those other galaxy aliens, a Zabrak I would later find out, with a double bladed laser sword. He actually growled at me and I’m not too proud to admit that I was a bit scared. The girl next to me screamed and clutched my arm with a death grip. I was speechless. I keep saying to myself, “pull your gun, pull your gun” but my hand would not move.
In the club, hesitation leads to masturbation but on the battlefield it leads to a cold hard grave. That thing held up his hand and the two of us shot across the room I swung around to take the blunt of the blow; I would all too soon regret that moment of altruism. We hit a stack of power cells and I had the wind knocked out of me. The girl jumped up and ran. I couldn’t move but I was trying like hell to will my hand to pull my disrupter. That thing just smiled and whipped his laser sword at her. It spun through the air and literally cut her in half.
That’s was it, I had to get my dren together or I was next. I leapt to my feet and whipped out my disrupter as one seamless move. I opened fire with wild determination. That freak of nature caught his sword just as my bolts were landing and he started deflecting them. In all directions at first and then they started whizzing back at me. I did a combat roll behind some crates and when I came up he was gone.
I let out the breath of air I had been holding sense I had gotten to my feet. “Whew” I thought, “he split”. Then I heard something land behind me. As my sphincter squeezed tight, I shot over the crate. I didn’t think about it and I sure as frell did not turn around. I heard the blade of that thing sizzling through the crate as he stuck where I had just been. As I finished my dive I hit the ground and rolled to my feet facing him. I popped off two shots without aiming. He deflected the first one and the second one hit his sword and shorted it out. “Hah” I thought but I knew better than to gloat. I kept pulling the trigger. I hit him once more but he managed to sidestep the others. This dude was wicked fast. Losing his fancy sword must have caused him to take a few seconds to get his dren together. But just then, every bit of ground I thought I had just gotten he took back.
He reached out and I thought I was going for another flight. I braced myself and steeled my grip on my disrupter in order not to lose it when I hit whatever was behind me. Unfortunately that was the wrong defense for what came next. He blasted me with lightning. Yeah, that’s right, frelling lightning. It stung like the devil and launched me into the air anyway. I laid there for what seemed a long time but I’m sure it wasn’t. My brain was screaming, “Get up! Run! Fight! Do something!” but I simply couldn’t move.
He landed over me, one leg on either side at about my waist. Grinning that evil frelling grin of his, he grabbed my jacket. “That was your last run boy. You’re interference with Price Xizor’s operations are at an end. Time to die.”
I have no clue what nasty little trick he was about to pull next because I finally got my dren together. I came up and struck him in the nuts. Then I hooked his knee and flipped him off me. I kicked up to my feet and planted one in the side of his neck as he started to rise. I hit one of his nerve clusters which stunned him for a few seconds. I followed up with a flurry of blows; body shots, knife hands, punches, and kicks. He was taking a pounding and I really thought I had him on the ropes. He looked like he was about to keel over. So, I proceeded to get really stupid.
I stepped back and asked him if he’d had enough or if he was going to make me kill him. He responded with a big ‘ol blast of lightning. Except this time he didn’t let up. He kept pounding me with it.
After what seemed like an eternity he let up. I don’t know if he ran out of juice, got tired, or was getting ready to do something worse. Somehow I found the strength to act.
My training at the Yoshinti Institute flooded my mind. Torel Mai’s words echoed through my brain. “One day you will face an enemy you cannot beat. One who will best you in every way. You must give into the flow of fortune and trust the fate of the universe.” I let go and let fate guide my hand. I closed my eyes, yanked my backup Phaser, slipped it to maximum and fired.
The beam hit somewhere important because klaxons sounded and lights began to flash. The gravity gave out and we started to float. I looked up at him and he seemed angry and confused. Then the force field sealing the hanger gave out. We shout out towards space. I have no clue what happened to him but I was able to grab a stray conduit and when I left the hangar I was swung around to the outer hull of the station. The field shut and the conduit was cut. I was in space, unprotected on the surface of Citadel Station. Frell, I thought, some fortune. Just then a hatch opened and two maintenance droids came out. I worked my way over to the door before it shut and I cycled the airlock. Precious life support shot in and I was safe.
I worked my way back to a hospital and spent the next couple of days in recovery for my extensive electrical burns. I haven’t seen that sith cat since and I hope his ass got vented.
The Colony – Alyr’s Second Dark Secret
I don’t know how you found out but I guess it doesn’t really matter at this point. Look it, if I’m going down, I want to tell my story first. I want to go down for the right reason and not some made up dren.
Kevas and I were scouting areas of interest. We were looking through records of failed colonies and “dry” claims. We kill the record by slicing into the system. It was easy there was little to no security on a dead claim. Then we’d check out the site and if it was something we could work with. We’d plant some transponders that were designed to fool scanners into detecting whatever it was we were selling the claim for. Then we’d reenter the site into the system as a new claim. New claims popped up on prospector’s system right away. We’d usually get two or three commos within the day and we’d invite them out to look at the claim right away. This scam worked every time. By the time they found out we’d hustled them, we were long gone.
So, we came across an active claim but it was listed as decommissioned and contaminated. However, it lacked any of the proper inspection reports and it had some tight security on it. We got curious and decided to dig in and see what could find.
It was a mining colony on Acheron LV-426 owned by Weyland-Yutani. It was really strange because they were the big dogs of the colonizing industry. You’d expect them to have all of their records in order and such but this was a mess. They didn’t have any data on any form of contamination. Their were no injury or death reports. Colonists had been dispatched but none returned and to top it off, the families back home had been paid large compensation payments. Furthermore, their hadn’t been a shipment to or from the system in nearly a year. They must have also paid off the inspectors because the case was closed but their were no records of any inspections. It was really weird and we should have left it well enough alone. Problem was, we were very close to the system and if turned out that it was an abandoned functioning colony, we were about to get very rich.
We arrived on site two days later. We scanned the planet and found exactly what we had expected. Their was a colony there all right. Several large sophisticated buildings and a fully functioning antimatter power plant and a small space port. No communications, no contamination, and no life forms. This place had simply been abandoned. We landed and scouted it out for a day.
Everything still ran and other than some tidying up, the place was in great shape. We already had several buyers waiting to hear back from us on potential claim sites so we whipped up some bogus paperwork and brought all of them to the colony. We figured they could all pitch in and we could make one big ass sale. They were going for it hook, line, and sinker. We were looking to make millions and all we had to do was get out of there before anyone from Weyland-Yutani showed up.
It was perfect! And then everything went to hell…
We were three days into touring the facility, signing paperwork, and celebrating with our new “friends”. We still needed to get the funds transferred and we were literally hours away from a clean scam and several people had going missing. We tried to get the accountants to finish up and we’d be on our way but they felt it necessary to find their people first. Frell it, we figured we’d help if it would speed up the process. We were on an unknown deadline after all. “Find their people, transfer the funds, and get the frell out.” Yeah, it was a fine plan, all except for what happened next.
The missing people were the tech team that had set off to inspect the reactor. “Great” I thought, “we missed a reactor leak on our scans.” So we gathered up a small crew, donned some hazmat suits we found in the facility and headed down to the reactor. We got there and their was no detectable leak and the computer diagnostics were all in the green except for two systems. On the lowest three levels of the reactor, the environmental systems were wacky and unresponsive. Also, none of the scanners were working properly for those levels. Their was some sort of bizarre interference. We gathered our gear up and headed down cautiously.
When we hit the first of the three troubled levels we came across something that’s hard to identify. Some sort of biomechanical dren covered everything. It was as if the entire area was some sort of organic structure. The temperature was high and the air was thick. Oh, and the smell, I’ll never forget that smell. They began to pick up life forms and assumed it to be their colleagues. The signals were week so they rushed in. I grabbed Kevas by the arm. We decided to hold back and wait a few minutes. Then it came; phaser fire, screaming, and some sort of inhuman screeching. We looked at one another and in an instant we knew what we had to do. We took off up the stairs. We weren’t walking and we didn’t look back once.
The colony you see, sat on top of a hive of some type of alien things. Some type of biomechanical monstrosity. When Kevas and I got back to the main quarters we found a massacre. Those things had already killed everyone back there. Tore them to pieces. It was the most gruesome thing I have ever seen and I have seen some dren. The fools in the down in the reactor area were also xeno meat.
We hauled ass for our ship and just as I thought we were going to make it, one of those frelling things dropped down between us. I fired my disrupter and took its head clean off. Its blood sprayed out and covered Kevas and some of it hit me. Kevas literally melted before my eyes. He was trying to scream but his vocal chords had already been melted. The dren was burning the frell out of my arm and face and two more of those things dropped down across the room. I took to foot burned and them on the the run. Just as I was reaching the ship, I looked up and saw several more heading towards me. I cycled the door and shot in. I looked back to Kevas as the door shut. His thigh was showing bone, his right hand was gone and most of the right side of his face was melted away. He looked at me, reaching out for help, and crying out in muted agony. Before the door shut I put him down.
I shot to the cockpit and dusted off as fast as I could. Their were a couple of those things on the outside of the craft but we had anti-boarding systems that made quick work of them. When I got into the black, I noticed one of the client’s ships in orbit. I hailed them but no reply and scans showed no life forms. They left it completely unattended and on auto pilot. Hell, the shields weren’t even up. I was just about to leave but inspiration took me. Instead I beamed over and… No; it wasn’t to steal anything! I set a course for the reactor and beamed back to my ship. The client’s ship struck the reactor and blew everything for 10 squares miles into the atmosphere.
Frell you xenos!
I was the sole survivor. My former master and friend Kevas was gone. I was alone and injured but alive. At that moment everything changed. I decided to start a new life; a life that did not rely on potential danger at every turn. I set my ship on autopilot and headed for the nearest space station.
Why is this a Dark Secret
- If Weyland-Yutani ever finds out that it was me that destroyed their precious asset and destroyed a multi-billion dollar facility, killing will be to good for me.
- If the authorities ever find out that I was responcible for the deaths of all of those colonists (our clients) I will be in some real deep doo doo.
- People in general will look down on me as being a disgusting individual who’s greed and ignorance cost the lives of so many innocent people.
Also, my character feels guilty for all of this. It’s why he has flashbacks. It’s also why he has a phobia of caves.
I Find a New Master
It was during my training in the Yoshitoni Institute that I met my new master. Torel Mai provided me with Prana-bindu training and instructed me in the weirding way. At first she was resistant but as soon as she realized that I had “the gift” we began training in earnest. With the Syndicate having the only male who knows the weirding way, they have a powerful tool.
She has not taught me the sexual stuff yet but it is her next goal. Getting sent to Denchar sidelined the Syndicate’s plans for me. With that training, they would like me to imprint a powerful and connected Orion leader. It is a matriarchal society after all. The imprinting combined with The Voice would allow me to influence Orion policy in favor of the Syndicate. I know nothing of these plans.
I never talk about this training to anyone outside of those that already know. It is not really a dark secret but I have been told to keep it on the down low.