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<title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
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<title>77</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">77 - Tue, 18 Jul 2023 17:50:29
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<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2023 17:50:29 -0600</pubDate>
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<h3 id="00077">00077</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex stands in the airlock watching the woman retreat. He
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briefly gestures to the crew to hold their position while he
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grips his weapon. “I’ll be just a moment everyone. You know
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what to do”</p>
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<p>Alex steps into the ship and begins to follow the woman.
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“Ma’am, what happened here exactly. And how can we help your
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grand daughter once we’ve reached Lua? We’re happy to take her
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and assist, but we must know how we can do that. I’d also like
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to file a report about the attack you suffered, even if you
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think you’re a forgone conclusion we can help others. And
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admittedly, I’m no doctor, but are you certain there’s nothing
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that can be done about this splitting sickness?”</p>
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<p>A faint static on the radio “Boss, don’t forget the
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cookies.”</p>
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<p>Alex sighs heavily, “my second in command would like to
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know if you have any cookies as well. He’s convinced helping
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little old ladies in space somehow nets you home baked
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cookies.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky gives the crew a quick sidelong glance, then shrugs
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internally and hops lightly onto the derelict ship after
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Master Alex. They follow behind at a short clip,
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half-registering the captain’s voice in conversation with the
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old lady and hiding a smile at the mention of cookies over the
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radio. Angry agents or not, at least someone has got their
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priorities straight.</p>
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<p>From their position behind and to one side of the captain,
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they surreptitiously run a scan on the woman for further
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injuries with a portable infrared sensor, with particular
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attention to the crack at her scalp. They listen to the old
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lady’s breathing, as well as for any sounds aboard the ship
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while the instrument takes measurements of vital signs under
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the woman’s skin, including temperature, oxygen levels and
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presence of scar tissue.</p>
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<!-- GM: what, if anything, do the measurements reveal about the
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nature and progression of the old lady's Splitting Sickness? -->
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</blockquote>
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<p>The old woman slowly shuffles away, back out to the
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battle-torn main deck, clicking and muttering to herself.
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“There is a grain that grows in the dusty red soil of Lua,”
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she explains. “Its fruit can be processed and ground into a
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paste that hopefully will halt and even reverse my
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granddaughter’s mysterious ailment.”</p>
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<p>As she talks, Inky surreptitiously runs a scan on the woman
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for further injuries. She is wasting away, suffering from
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advanced stages of Splitting Sickness. Her organs have begun
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to turn to pulp and are rapidly failing. Her swollen heart
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beats irregularly. A thick puckered seam runs along its
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length, threatening to burst at any moment. It will be the end
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of her if the crack in her skull doesn’t split open first.</p>
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<p>“It’s genetic. Her sickness, I mean. At least, it’s
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hereditary. That is, her mother died of it. Poor thing.” She
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babbles away as she pokes at the rubble on the deck with shaky
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hands. “I keep her asleep in the suspension unit so it doesn’t
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advance any further.”</p>
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<p>“Ha! Here we are,” she rasps, a lopsided grin scattered
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across her broken face. She jerkily hauls a metallic cube from
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behind a pile of rubble out onto the deck. She opens a panel
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on its side and pulls out a tray of slightly undercooked
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cookies. A solar oven. “Here you go, dearie.” The tray
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trembles in her grasp as she holds it out to you.</p>
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<p>You hear gunfire coming from your own ship. You spin around
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to look. Marvelo has fired two signal flares up and away from
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the ship. The arc of the flares draw your eyes to the Tears of
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Selene in the distance.</p>
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<p>The carcass of an enormous space whale drifts forward from
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the asteroid field. It’s a gruesome ship. A starsail cobbled
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together from the bones of dead space whales, sloppily painted
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with faded, patchy red and white stripes. Scrap and salvage
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and odd rusted pieces of metal adorn its sides along with
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humanoid and bestial remains.</p>
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<p>“Oh no,” croaks the old woman. “Oh no, they’re back. No no
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no no no.”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<title>76</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">76 - Sun, 16 Jul 2023 14:49:38
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<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2023 14:49:38 -0600</pubDate>
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<h3 id="00076">00076</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As the ship grew closer and the derelict became more clear
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Alex gripped the side of the ship. He could see the woman in
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the window through his telescope, but wasn’t sure what to make
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of the situation. He assembled the members of the team to the
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deck to discuss further.</p>
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<p>“It’s clear that the ship is adrift. We should probably
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attempt to help.” Alex stated matter of factly. “However
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Marvelo has confided in me his strongest suggestions that we
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not take the risk. We have a clear goal. And the life of this
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one woman isn’t work much in the scheme of things. The world
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is at risk.” Alex sighs, “He may unfortunately have a point,
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but I believe we that if we choose to stare into the abyss and
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make such a choice we become the monsters we struggle against.
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And we always have a short.” Alex’s eyes dart to Inky, the
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seem sad, ashamed. A fleeting statement of understanding is
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exchanged between the two.</p>
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<p>“I say we go, but with caution. If anyone wishes to join
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me, they may do so. We need someone to remain with the ship to
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guard it. Marvelo is still not up to excursions, but he’s a
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crack shot with a blaster and has agreed to watch from atop
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deck. Lee I need you on the deck gun and look out. Should
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anything come towards us while we explore the derelict, you
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have explicit permission to send them to hell. Use your
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judgement.”</p>
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<p>“I’ve done some reconnaisance on the ship already, we can
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at least go in knowing something about what we face. However
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anyone who comes needs to come armed, with medical assets, and
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spare oxygen. We need enough equipment to get in, face the
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unknown, and save this poor woman’s life.”</p>
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<p>(DM: Do I notice anything about the derelict upon
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inspecting it with a telescope? Signs of attacks? Further what
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do scans reveal about the derelict and the area around
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it?)</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky offers the ship’s captain a small encouraging smile
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when he looks over in their direction but otherwise remains
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silent during the briefing. The unspoken agreement was that no
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one was going to let their captain go in on his own despite
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any individual misgivings on the matter, Fair One’s chosen or
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not. The only question is who would accompany him. This
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presents three problems.</p>
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<p>Problem #1: Inky’s packs and pod were already prepared
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before the rumbles overhead about a starsail sighting sounded
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while they were checking on the salt batteries and compost
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tea. It would be a pity to not test the equipment before the
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mission landing. Get more distance out of that deep
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discount.</p>
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<p>Problem #2: his uncle would have Inky’s fireball-roasted
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head on a platter if he found out Inky was enjoying a freshly
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harvested watercress salad back on the ship while his nephew
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faced great peril at the hands of an evil old lady.</p>
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<p>Problem #3: the sysorcerer is the only obstacle between
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Inky and four very angry, heavily armed agents. He is trying
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hard to be a good captain and leader to them, that anyone
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could see. Better to be a mobile tea lackey than an immovable
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target practice lackey.</p>
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<p>To the sea dragon it is.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You run a quick scan of the derelict starsail.</p>
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<p>It looks as though is has been heavily pierced and battered
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by artillery, boarded and looted, and left to drift. No doubt
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the work of some enterprising, opportunistic space
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pirates.</p>
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<p>The ship is broadcasting a weak SOS signal running a loop,
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but you pick up no other energy readings.</p>
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<p>There is a single lifeform reading on board. But you know
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from experience that such readings are notoriously unreliable
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in deep space where creatures of the vacuum often tread the
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thin line between life and death.</p>
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<p>You launch a jollyboat and cautiously approach the sea
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dragon. As your small craft enters its atmosphere, a putrid
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wind blows across you and its rank air fills your nostrils and
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lungs. The ship has been adrift for quite some time for its
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air to be this stale. Another short couple of weeks from now
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its air will become toxic to breathe.</p>
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<p>As you dock, the small woman rushes forward to greet you,
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hands flitting up and down like moths. Thin wisps of white
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hair peek around the edges of the shawl she has pulled up like
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a hood and wrapped around her shoulders. Her weathered taut
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skin gives her a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. There is a
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painful looking crack running across her scalp, down her
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forehead, and over her face, splitting her features into two
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hemispheres. Her left eye is large and watery, and droops down
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her cheek like a runny egg yolk.</p>
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<p>“Oh thank you, thank you for stopping!” she wheezes in a
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raspy croak. “We were attacked by reavers and left to drift.
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We’ve been out here for weeks, and nobody would stop for us!
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Oh, we would have surely perished if you hadn’t come by!”</p>
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<p>“Oh, yes.” She notices you looking at her, and briefly
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attempts to hide her face behind a fluttering hand. “I have
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the Splitting Sickness, you see. It will be the end of me
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soon, I’m afraid. Nothing that can be done about it now.”</p>
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<p>“My granddaughter and I were on our way to Lua,” she
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continues, disappearing into the ship and beckoning you to
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follow. “Are you going that way by chance? I must deliver my
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granddaughter there. She is very sick, you see. And I believe
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the cure is to be found on the red moon.”</p>
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<p>The bridge is dark, save for the dim red glow of the floor
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lights and the strobing emergency lights. The old woman stops
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before a long glass box on a raised platform, inside which
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lies a young woman, eyes closed and still as death, as though
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deeply asleep.</p>
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<p>The old woman looks up at you, her cursed eye gleaming
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wetly and unblinking in the low light. “Will you help us?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<title>74</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2023 21:11:46 -0600</pubDate>
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<h3 id="00074">00074</h3>
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<p>Blavin’s vouchers enable you to far exceed your modest
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budget for retrofitting the cyberplasm balloonship for space
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travel.</p>
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<p>Not only were you able to get a portable atmosphere and a
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starhelm from the ever resourceful Wandering Bazaar. But you
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were also able to mount a ballista on a turret in the center
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of the main deck so you can fire large bolts in nearly any
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direction. And even a mangonel on the top deck: a long range
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trebuchet that takes more time to load, aim, and fire; but
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which does considerably more damage than the shorter-range
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ballista.</p>
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<p>Above the Milk Market, a crew of Alex’s agents get the ship
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ready for departure. They have stoked the burners, and the
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resident sunspoke has happily filled the balloons with enough
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lift for the ship to start to pull and strain at its
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tethers.</p>
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<p>You cut the rope loose, and Vay’Nullar falls away beneath
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you as the ship rises into the sky.</p>
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<p>When the air becomes thinner and the sunspoke begins to
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sputter somewhat, you switch off the burner move the sunspoke
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into a cold locker in the galley to induce hibernation so that
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it doesn’t accidentally burn through your limited reserve of
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oxygen.</p>
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<p>You activate the portable atmosphere, a small block of
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newtonian covered with arcane runes and affixed to the cargo
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hold. Newtonian is an alchemical substance made of pure
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density. There are entire volumes in Nullar’s cosmic library
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devoted to the timelines that met an abrupt, violent end upon
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the discovery of the substance. Luckily, the alchemists of
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Basmentaria in your timeline were able to stabilize the
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element before all of creation collapsed into a singularity.
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And now it is commonplace for runewardens to attune small
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pieces of the stuff to spacefaring ships so that each ship is
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able to sustain its own unique gravity plane. In this way,
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each ship retains an amount of breathable atmosphere relative
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to its size; and starsailors are able to confidently walk
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along the top (and bottom!) of their craft.</p>
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<p>Next you head to the starhelm.</p>
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<p>Even when it comes to magic, there are certain principles
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that tend to hold true. One such princple—when it comes to
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starsailing, at least—is the conservation of energy. There are
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lots of different kinds of starhelms. But they all consume
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<em>something</em> in order to propel your ship across the
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stars.</p>
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<p>However endless the treasures of the Wandering Bazaar may
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seem, starhelms remain quite rare. You consider yourself lucky
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to find the one that you did. It could have been a costly
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Forgehelm, requiring constant fuel in the form of precious
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stones and powerful artifacts. Or an even more costly
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Bloodhelm, slowly siphoning away your life essence.</p>
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<p>Yes, all things considered you could have done much worse
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than the Emotionhelm that you purchased. All that it requires
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of you to keep the ship on course is that you scream, rant and
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rave, and bawl and cry at it periodically.</p>
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<p>You imagine it ought to be quite therapeutic, actually.</p>
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<p>Portable atmosphere activated, and having fed the starhelm
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a bit of melancholia, the ship finally exits the planet’s
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atmosphere. Your crew takes down the balloons once they start
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to deflate and stores them in the cargo hold. And you set sail
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for Lua, the Red Lady.</p>
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<p>In the distance, you see a pod of gargantuan aetherwaels
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drifting through the void. Nearby, you see a small school of
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space guppies swim by and then quickly scatter as a space gull
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dives at them and tries to scoop up a quick meal.</p>
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<p>You have a couple day’s of travel ahead of you, and the
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very non-empty void of space on all sides of you.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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<title>75</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">75 - Mon, 27 Mar 2023 09:24:13
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<pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2023 09:24:14 -0600</pubDate>
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<h3 id="00075">00075</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>White blooms look on as Inky turns another page in the book
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they are reading, a purported bestseller luridly titled
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<em>The Secret Lives of Plants</em>. The olericulture guide
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before it had been more appealing, but it was something to do
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between meals and napping with an eye mask while holed up in
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the green room.</p>
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<p>While Confidence had been taking stock of provisions one
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night days before the ship’s departure, Inky had dropped in
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and not so covertly taken over a room with a higher ceiling
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near the cargo hold, beside an escape hatch. They brought in
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some grow lights the following evening and asked Confidence to
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help install them overhead after explaining their plan. Next,
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they loaded in some dwarf conifers and star magnolias in
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wheeled containers with weight compression. A nutrient
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solution pump connected to a timer and long hoses periodically
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watered and fed the trees. Near the door was an air filter,
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another useful item from the Wandering Bazaar. It monitored
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air quality and composition, and could extract various common
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gases from multiple inputs and pipe them to attached storage
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tanks. There were two tanks outside the room that were hooked
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up to the filter: a smaller one for excess carbon dioxide
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drawn from the atmosphere that can be released slowly in tiny
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concentrations back into the green room for the trees to
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absorb (or injected into water with a carbonator for fizzy
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drinks), and a larger one for extra oxygen produced by the
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trees and held in reserve. There was also another tank and an
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unused combinator on board to recombine hydrogen and
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oxygen.</p>
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<p>When the rest of the crew take turns to sleep or patrol the
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rest of the ship, Inky steps within hearing distance of the
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starhelm and activates the energy barrier around it. The
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barrier also blocks off sounds to maximise the energy directed
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at the helm.</p>
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<p>Standing back against a low wall enclosure, Inky begins to
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play on their violetti, channelling emotions through the
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lilting notes. The instrument itself was a bespoke affair, an
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early Yule indulgence years ago, and Inky had conferred at
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length with the luthier on their requirements and core design.
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In appearance it closely resembles a smaller, lighter violin
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while being an octave higher than most violins, making it a
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great accompaniment to a flute or piccolo in birdsong.
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However, instead of a mechanical nightingale solo, they feed
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the helm a selection of nursery ditties — falling bridges,
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black sheep, blind mice and the like. Sliding a few bars of
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Bubbytabbies at intervals for best measure. Nya nya.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex didn’t mind the travel, in fact, he enjoyed the
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cramped confines of his quarters. The limited world of their
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space ship a bubble, something he could control, and protect
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from the chaos that surrounded him. It was no different than
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the sailing he did planet side, something he had been fond of
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and his uncle had chided him for being so passionate about.
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Corraidhin would always titter on about Alex’s studies, and
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then he’d sneak off and sail out under the stars with Marvelo,
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and his uncle wouldn’t see hide or hair of him for a handful
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of nights.</p>
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<p>“If only you could see me now Uncle” Alex muttered as he
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sat behind a large leather bound chair in front of a large
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ornate desk strewn with star charts, and books on everything
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ranging from divination, to history, navigation, to munition
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manufacturing. Some of the titles were unsurprising “Starhelms
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& You: A Guide to Starhelm maintenance”, “The Big Bang:
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Everything Delightful About Explosives”, but others were
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peculiar for Alex “Palmistry for Dummies”, “Superstitions DO
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Exist, and you’re NOT Paranoid!”, “Ancient Gods and Goddess of
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Basementaria”.</p>
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<p>Alex pushed the books, and loose notes, and maps away from
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him and placed his cup of coffee in their place. Cold, again.
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He stared into the dark depths of his favored drink, forlorn.
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He sighed, and made a gesture, and a small stag drone
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dislodged itself from amongst the papers and books and latched
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itself onto the coffee mug, warming it. “Thanks again” Alex
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muttered “What is this? Sixth time this cup?” he shook his
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head. He couldn’t focus.</p>
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<p>Since they started this trip he’d spent more and more time
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brooding over these books he’d collected before their
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departure, barely saying a word to Marv or the others even.
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The only one he seemed to communicate with on any sort of
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cadence was Inky. They never forgot to bring a cup of warming
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tea, floral and fruit notes, to stave off scurvy they’d
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said.</p>
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<p>“That does it!” Alex said to the room at large as he
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stands, and strides to the door of the cabin. He strides out
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into the star light, noting the crew has taken note of his
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sudden appearance. “At Ease!” he barks, and marches up to the
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starhelm and sits before it.</p>
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<p>The explitives come swift and fast. If it weren’t for the
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emotion reflector the crew and everyone in the galaxy would
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think rather poorly of Alex, but it felt good. “Neddas you son
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of a bitch, you and your cursed crystals, and all these snakes
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slithering around waiting to strike! Light burn each and every
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one of them!” and once Alex had let his anger burn, the tears
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came, strong and unrelenting. “I don’t know what to do uncle,
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you’re within grasp, but I don’t know how to help, or where to
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go.” and so it went, Alex wept until there were no more tears
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to weep, and the letter Inky had relayed from his uncle bore
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an unmistakable tear sodden rumpled look.</p>
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<p>When it was over, Alex rose, solemn and calm and meandered
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across the deck to the bowsprite to take in the empty uncaring
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||
void before him.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>The atmosphere of most starsails only last a couple weeks
|
||
before the recycled air starts to get stale, and then noxious,
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and finally unbreathable. Consequently they often have to
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||
‘refuel’ at planets and moons with breathable air whenever
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they pass by.</p>
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<p>Inky’s ship garden however has been keeping your air fresh
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||
and self-replenishing over the last couple of days. The crew
|
||
are consequently well oxygenated, have been sleeping well, and
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||
lack the fatigue that most starsailors experience at this
|
||
point in their journey.</p>
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||
<p>A pair of space gulls have apparently decided to hitch a
|
||
ride on your ship, and can be found roosting on the mizzen
|
||
mast when not hunting for space guppies. They have tried on
|
||
occasion to steal food from some of the crew, with little
|
||
consequence but an exasperated shooing away: space gulls are
|
||
considered good luck, and they are never in any real danger
|
||
from the crew.</p>
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||
<p>Keeping the starhelm well fed with various sundry emotions,
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||
you make good time, and are soon approaching the orbit of the
|
||
green moon Selene. The moon itself is well out of the way, but
|
||
your current path will take you through the Tears of Selene, a
|
||
large asteroid cluster that trails along and fans out behind
|
||
Selene as the moon orbits the planet. From the surface of the
|
||
planet, it looks like a wide comet’s tail made of stars of
|
||
various sizes. From here, it looks like a sea of asteroids of
|
||
different shapes and sizes.</p>
|
||
<p>There are a couple of asteroids in the Tears large enough
|
||
to support permanent life. Pirate outposts, mostly. Or other
|
||
parties looking to escape the law—or someone or something
|
||
else—for one reason or another.</p>
|
||
<p>You slow the ship down well below cruising speed to
|
||
carefully navigate the Tears. You spot the fabled and
|
||
notorious Rock of Brawl in the distance, a sprawling
|
||
cosmopolitan city ruled by Scarlet Darling the Pirate King. It
|
||
covers every inch of both the top and bottom of a large, flat
|
||
asteroid at the center of the cluster.</p>
|
||
<p>Cautiously you eventually emerge on the other side of the
|
||
Tears. You see a derelict starsail adrift on the other side of
|
||
the asteroids. It is in the shape of a seahorse with a tucked
|
||
head, a crest fanning from the top of its head down its back,
|
||
and a long tail tightly curled toward its front. It lists to
|
||
the side and drifts seemingly without power, except for some
|
||
strobing emergency lights behind the seahorse’s eyes,
|
||
signaling distress.</p>
|
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<p>As you sail closer, you see what looks like a little old
|
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woman in a cloak and shawl on the helm waving and trying to
|
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hail you.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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