Righty-oh.
Gámez takes five tries to get the door open. Baseline 7, rolls 33, 34, 10, 95, 2. As the potential consequences were "door opens" and "door does not open", assume there is no Bad Stuff. Before you lies the Pub in the Hub.
Brazil says to Kniwles: "There was a nuclear war here, roughly one hundred years ago. You can see the scars our world still bears. We have outlawed the things. We had assumed that the former great powers had spent all of theirs in spite. It transpires that we were wrong.
"Two days ago, we were contacted by a New Zealander named Quentin Sheridan. He claimed to be in possession of a leftover cache of nuclear weaponry. Half an hour later he detonated one on Nauru. He is, in essence, holding the world for ransom. He cannot get all of us, but he can get any of us, and that is sufficient. And the time left that he has given us stands at just over twenty-six hours.
"We've been trying to keep all this quiet, to not cause a general panic. At any rate, his base is too heavily fortified - we could not break in in time to prevent a retaliatory launch. So we're looking for other options. We were assembling a strike force, but given the capabilities your ship displayed... clearly, you're our best shot. What we need is for Sheridan to be defanged.
"So - will you?"
Savoldelli attempts to calm the crowd by shifting some focus onto the boarders, and offering to make restitution. The alert remember
post 83, in which those who chose to board were instructed to talk to the pilot. So, baseline 30, roll 30. Phew! The crowd stops, and looks receptive.
And, the Stubbornly Unnamed MES. Donald McTravish, the Drunk Pilot, in stubbornness closely paralleling his affinity for drink, is up and about. To get up, baseline 20, roll 96. He is soundly suppressed. I will assume that NinjaCow64 intends to use a Chrono Point from his above post (and that roll could hardly be worse) so rerolling. Roll 6; McTravish's stats are: HP 53/85, CP 14/15. Up he bounds. Incidental damage for those sitting on him, 2 HP each. The helmsman springs from his chair; a reminder that the ship continues to rocket skyward.
Rodriguez is in the bar, Badr/Basim continues to do nothing.
Easter's over, so I'll get a proper post up sometime tonight.
