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-- The Freya
is a prospecting ship jointly owned by Vandenburg Corp. and Eugal Mining United. Main features include:
- Interstellar Class Inertial FTL drive (Definition: Capable of speeds in excess of 45c)
- Sublight Inertial Pulse drive
- Localized gravitational core with coils stretching throughout the ship
- Small-scale mining equipment
- Extensive passive and active sensor array
In keeping with standard doctrine, all crew members are trained in the general operation of a spacefaring vessel. Some specialisations.
(Human Medicine)TheMuffinManPulseSkybrute force
(Port Security)Some tall guySwiftspear
(Propulsion)im lostNemesis ZeroFreak83
(Gravitational Systems)wonedslackystyleHellfire3kSnidelyCold NiTeSaltzBadMantridBadKarma
(Communications and Sensors)
Ship status (public): In flight. Not for sale.
"Any idea what it is?" asked Captain Heartline.
"A spaceship quite obviously, but not of a class logged in any of our databases," BadKarma
"Some sort of secret project?" Some tall guy
"Most likely. An unclassified ship, held secret for some reason. The design is very unusual, though. Could be alien as well," was BadKarma's
shot him a look, and replied with a hint of disgust in his voice: "Wild speculation."
"Of course," BadKarma
admitted, "but an exciting possibility, no?"
At this point, Heartline
interrupted the exchange: "Possible. Whatever it is, let's have a look at it. BadKarma,
tell im lost, Pulse, Hellfire3k
to suit up for extravehicular activity. I want them ready in thirty."
EVA always brought a little change into the normally uneventful flights of the Freya.
While im lost, Pulse, Hellfire3k
slowly floated over to the derelict ship that the Freya had detected a few hours ago, most of the crew was on the bridge, glued to the main screen showing pictures from the external cameras. BadKarma
occasionally switched camera modes - the ship appeared completely dead. No heat emissions, no electromagnetic emissions. The derelict was little more than floating pile of scrap for all they knew.
The four spacewalkers reached the ship and found an airlock. After trying to get it to open for a while, they eventually used a blowtorch to force it open. They were met with a small cloud of athmosphere rushing out, then were almost blown out of the airlock again when they repeated the procedure for the inner door. The ship had to be at least partially decompressed by now - hopefully there were no survivors anyway, or they might be killing them off because of their forceful entry.
If the outside of the ship had looked strange, the inside did even more so. The corridors they walked along seemed to have an aversion to 90 degree angles, and the monitors they occasionally passed showed information written out in wholly incomprehensible symbols. If this ship had been built by humans, they were deranged.
Suddenly, the sparse lighting disappeared, and the nearby terminal that had been spitting lines of weird symbols went dark.
"Hey, what's going on here? The lights went out. It seems as though whatever systems were running just shut down," Hellfire3k
radioed back to the Freya.
"We're not registering anything unusual on our end," BadKarma
replied, "Hang on for a moment..."
"Well, this is just great," said im lost,
switching on his helmet flashlight. "What now?"Pulse
was just about to respond when he was interrupted by a frantic call from BadKarma:
"GET OUT O--" But BadKarma
didn't get to finish his message as he was interrupted by ear-piercing static. Four pairs of hands instinctively shot up to cover four pairs of ears, but hitting airtight helmets insteads. The crackle disappeared after a moment, though, replaced by eerie silence. When Snidely
tried to say something, he noticed that his radio was dead.
Handsigns quickly showed that nobody else had a working radio, either. Standard procedure in case of radio out was to return to base, so they headed back. When they emerged from the mistreated airlock, they were relieved to see that whatever had happened had not affected the Freya
visibly. The return flight was quiet and uneventful, and the airlock readily responded when they punched in the access code. After taking off their suits, they immediately headed for the bridge.
"What happened?" asked Pulse
as soon as they entered.
"Electromagnetic Pulse," Heartline
replied. "The ship itself was unaffected, but anything with external aerials or otherwise was thrown into reset. We're only just starting to get our sensors back. We didn't even know you were aboard. Apparrently that ship isn't as derelict as we thought."Talesin,
who had been bent over a console studying figures, walked over and had a few quiet words with Heartline.
He nodded, and Talesin
went over to the four spacewalkers and asked them to follow him to the medical quarters for a quick checkup. As they left the bridge, they heard the Captain giving out orders for everyone to check the systems for damage, then meet in the conference room in three hours.
Three hours later, everyone was sitting at the oblong table in the conference room. Heartline
was just about to start the meeting when TheMuffinMan
checked a readout on the terminal in the table before him, then rose to his feet. "Our escape pods just launched. Automatically. All four of them."
The crew rushed to the bridge. BadKarma
was the first one at his console, with Nemesis Zero
hot on his heels.
"Particle scanning?" Nemesis Zero
"They're still in range, hang on." replied BadKarma.
Everyone was silent as BadKarma
studied his displays. "Four humans. All dead. Identities unconfirmed... They're passing out of active sensor range!"BadKarma
put a picture of the pods on the main display, but even with heavy magnification they were mere specks. Suddenly each of the specks flashed, then disappeared.
"They exploded!" was SaltzBad's
Nobody spoke. One by one, the realisation dawned on them. brute force
was the first one to say what they all thought: "What the hell was that? How can four escape pods containing human bodies have launched from this ship? We are ALL HERE!"
"Hey, let's not panic now, all right?" Sky
quickly added: "I agree. I don't know what exactly is going on here, but we'll have to figure it out. The key to that process is remaining CALM. This is no time for becoming flaky. Talesin,
you should d--"
And then Heartline
rushed over, but docchimpy
reached him first. He and Talesin
quickly confirmed vital signs.
"Breathing normal. He's not conscious. Let's get him to the medical quarters."
Breathing, pulse and brain activity were all normal, but despite Talesin's
best attempts, Heartline
did not regain consciousness.
I've said it all before, but once again: Welcome to The Werewolf Game IV: Freya.
Remember that this story does not reflect the actual game: If you base your votes on what happens in the story, you are foolish.
I will send out the PMs with your roles now. In case you are wondering: The roles were generated completely randomly.
Please be patient, I have eighteen messages to send, so it might take a little while before you get yours.
I will need PMs from the formtakers,
and the guardian
before we advance to day one.
Day one will begin on saturday, the 2nd of April, 20:00 GMT.
Good luck to everyone. You'll need more than that, though.
Military cemeteries around the world are packed with brainwashed, dead soldiers who were convinced God was on their side.
- George Carlin