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    172 KB Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)03:46 No.13346845  
    So I got this idea for a setting.

    The galaxy, as you probably know, is huge. Fuckhuge. Now, humanity has already spread throughout the whole galaxy. And that's where shit got real - sectors cut off from the rest of the place by weird solar storms, supernovas blocking communication from the rest of the world and stuff like that - you know have a "broken up" galaxy with huge differences in tech level, ship and tech designs and little or no communication between two sectors beyond occasional trading and wars. Technobabble allows true FTL travel only for vehicles below a certain "critical mass", which translates to small spacecrafts and not giant, hauling ships, and even then it's fucking expensive. Normal ship have to use near-lightspeed travel and generally have crew in stasis while travelling (except for key personell, which use Alpha Centauri-ish anti-aging pods). The universe is a dangerous place - alien species are hostile (and most would qualify for "mindless" by human standards) and there are many mutinies / crew uprisings / sabotages (again, akin to Spartan rebelion on Unity in Alpha Centauri). Chances are that when you are on a spaceship, something will probably go wrong.

    Now there's an organisation (let's call them The Engineers) that has a listening post in every space sector (hijacked from the ones set up by the old "united" galaxy / set up by themselves). When it receives a distress signal from a ship or a space station, it sends it to the HQ. The HQ then dispatches a team of Engineers via FTL travel (below critical mass vehicle) to the origin of a distress signal. No mission briefing, no anything. One goal: Get the ship / space station running again. No matter what.

    Thoughts? (Also pic kinda related, it's how I imagine most would end)
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)04:03 No.13347001
    This sounds interesting, but I doubt /tg/ is looking for another setting
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)13:06 No.13350034
    Engineers vs Maids
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)13:15 No.13350096
    Engineers should be taking on another Organization that has more sinister wanting of the ship, like Pirate looters and such. Also they should have some heat on their back by some semi-joined clusterbitch of a Sector Government whose a bit too idealisitic for their own good, but have an understandable justification for their douchebaggery.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:30 No.13350819
    Easy and simple enough of a setting. They don't have to be sinister. But I see you're wanting a Dead Space/Space Hulk/dead ship, what do? scenario here. Sounds like fun. As a GM, I'd love to run a setting like this.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:33 No.13350850

    I imagine it could come to that scenario. I mean, they arrive when the ships stops dead and their only goal is to get it moving again. The no matter what part makes it interesting when the crew / captain is unwilling - they now have a crew that's not cooperating meddling in.

    There's also the "many different techs" aspect - meaning the Engineers, while probably talented enough, generally have no idea on what principles the wiring on the ships work - they'd have to use on ship databases and improvise a lot.

    This could be a fun thing to run, truth be told.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:36 No.13350876

    Oh lol, I just had the (probably) most hilarious way to apply this setting

    Gratuitous Space Battles-esque conflict, ships transmit distress signals when damaged. Engineers arrive while the battle is still go on and start furiously repairing every single vessel, one team per spaceship. Since they're the universal Mr. Fixit, the conflict is elongated for weeks.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:37 No.13350887

    "We're here to fix your ship."

    "Fuck off! We don' need ya!"

    "You don't seem to get it. We're here to fix your ship. There wasn't anything about you being alive after that."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:39 No.13350914

    So basically techpriests?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:45 No.13350966

    Captain activates point defenses, Engineer ship crashes into the other one.

    Now get the large ship running and then jury rig a true FTL drive to return to base.

    Shit this is sounding more and more awesome
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:48 No.13350994
    Sounds exactly like a recently released Japanese movie. Weeaboo AND a hack? That's low, even for /tg/.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:50 No.13351012

    What movie is that?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:51 No.13351028
    make some of the listening posts planetary and force the engineers to do a little bit of interaction with the local people (differential tech levels and culture as a big part of that) and you've got yourself a hell of a fun setting
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:53 No.13351047
    "So you finally have the vessel up and running?"

    "Yes, sir." I told the man only I could see. Technology was amazing these days. Nano-nets could keep me in touch with just about everything. Even the ship. "Even as we speak, the remaining crew are working with ours to finish patching up the engines."

    "I see. What happened to the captain and the crew members that died?"

    "A blowout in an airlock. The electromagnetic sheilding on the hull failed around a dust cloud. A small rock punctured the airlock as we approached and it caused the room to implode." Not the whole story, but close enough.

    "I see. And the first mate?"

    "Overcome with grief. Committed suicide in the galley."

    "How dreadful. That means there's no command staff on the ship. And seeing as how it was an independent freighter and practically derelict, salvage laws apply. You are in charge until you can bring it back to port."

    "Of course, sir." And with a smile, I close the connection. An old Leviathan class. The Engineers are pleased. Maybe he could even see if he could get it for himself. Who knows. A battleship could be in need of repairs somewhere.

    "Get to work, ingrates! This ship needs to move within the next 24 hours! If it's not fixed by then, you can all say hello to the local sun! I'll be in the captains suite if you need me."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)14:54 No.13351055

    I think the point is that Engineers don't communicate with the outside universe - basically the only conversations with non-Engineers are on missions.

    This could make for interesting character building - how does your Engineer react to people? Is he curious? Distant? Does he regard everyone as inferior?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:01 No.13351115
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    "What happened to the crew!?"
    "We did not have the parts."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:08 No.13351183
    "So slow. Torven, make it go faster."

    "Neil, I keep telling you that Levi classes weren't made to go this fast. The superstructure could handle the extra pressure from increased thrust and-"

    Neil was sitting in the command chair of the bridge, feet propped up on the console in front of him. He didn't need it. The Nano-net was already letting him know what was up. Any increase in thrust would put undue pressure on the superstructure of the ship, the outer hull would warp, and soon enough, the engines would be ripping through the ship. Blah, blah, blah.

    "Whatever, Torven."

    "Well, Neil, you always get so pretentious when you-"


    The Engineer crew stopped and looked down the open door. Neil was already going through different spectrums, as was his habit. It picked up nothing. His nano-net also told him there was nothing there, not even in the vents.

    "Borse, Kilar, go check it out. Check to make sure that our 'crew' is still sleeping."

    Two big guys with rifles got up and pushed towards the door. One after the other, they walked through. One of them turned back before leaving.

    "Some lights would be nice, Torven."

    "Fine, fine."

    The halls lit up and they left, closing the door behind them.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:15 No.13351253
    Wait...wait, new twist!

    Everything goes Space Station 13 on their asses!
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:15 No.13351254
    "No response", said the console for the third time. Arthur uttered a curse - he hoped for a cooperative crew, expected minor discomfort at their presence and feared a hostile situation. However, "no response" could mean anything.

    Scan results were coming in. Ship was powered, that much was clear, but some sort of shielding prevented anyone from seeing the layout or power grid. That was strange - the shuttle was equipped with sensors that would easily scan any ship made by this sector. Combine that with a dead planet the ship was orbiting - completely mined out and abandoned after some sort of a cult slaughtered most of the inhabitants - and Arthur started feeling creeps. He always had wild imagination - but the same imagination that saved his skin when he had to improvise on the field was now his greatest enemy.

    He was supposed to break in two new recruits this time - it was his first time leading fresh Engineers into the proverbial fray. He used the same speech his superior - who later died at the hands of an overly paranoid captain - used at his first mission. If there are people, shoot only in self defence, first shot is warning shot, double check the insulation and air pressure, don't separate from group - tenets that some Engineers respected and others didn't.

    Their shuttle has overriden the docking bay doors and they landed. Nobody hailed them - the halls were completely empty. He had Jason - one of the rookies - force open the airlock while he and Conrad checked around. Conrad found an infoterminal, and after a few seconds of navigating (extremely badly designed) menus they found the map of the ship. Engineering was about two kilometers from their position, but the on-ship transport system was reportedly offline. As they started walking towards their goal under strict silence, Arthur couldn't help but wonder if he was going to find himself in a similar situation as Isaac Clarke, one of the first Engineers.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:16 No.13351262


    Someone writefag up a couple of Engineers landing on SS13
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:19 No.13351289
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:22 No.13351321
    With each writefaggotry this setting intrigues me more.

    Best new year present ever, /tg/
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:25 No.13351359
    Neil had started to get worried. He had lost Borse and Kilar on his NN. What's more is that Torven was losing sections of the ship and one of the cargo rings had locked up. It was around there they disappeared. They hadn't gotten a report since. He didn't think it was a riot as all the crew were basically spaced inside a vacuum tube. It might be that a few of them were still alive and making progress towards kicking them off. But this was different.

    "You said that the ring locked up. It didn't shut off?"

    "Yes, I'm sure. It was already operating under normal levels, but I thought it was only from damage from the pirate encounter. But this doesn't look right."

    "How do you mean?"

    "My NN showed there being some sort of gunk."

    "As in oil gunk?"

    "Mmmm, sort of. It's the kind you would find on the surface of your skin. It has a biological makeup, it's not even synthesized. This is actual oil."

    "Interesting. No wonder the pirates were after them."

    While oil was no longer a power source, it was still valuable on ships that had any moving parts. Mainly mining or engineering vessels. This Levi had shown signs that it had been used as an asteroid miner. The safer kind where it ropes it in and mines it.

    "Hmm. Which ring is that?"

    "It's the mineral processing ring. Maybe they were at a planet where there was a lot of old fossilized life?"

    And then it hit him. Neil had an inkling on what it could be, and he was dreading it.

    "Torven. This is an asteroid miner, not a planet cracker."

    "What's your po-" Torven stopped mid-sentence and gave a dumbstruck looked out to space. "There's no way. Just no way!"

    "You know as well as I do that it's entirely possible. And if it is, we didn't eliminate a 'mutiny', we just fed a monster."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:25 No.13351362

    >Isaac Clarke, one of the first Engineers.

    Only part that bothered me. Dead Space shouldn't be a part of that - maybe have Isaac's "adventure" some sort of a horror campfire story?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:27 No.13351396

    You, writefag, are my favourite person in this thread.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:42 No.13351563
    So what would you run this in?

    Well, I know GURPS, but I dislike GURPS because it's so impersonal to everything.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:46 No.13351598
    "Alright everyone, we're in a very bad situation here. I have deemed this ship impossible to salvage. Unwittingly, this old Leviathan has picked up what is known as Roidlings."

    The Engineer crew assembled on the deck chuckled a bit with the exception of Torven and Neil, who were trying their hardest not to sweat.

    "You laugh now, but maybe you have no clue what they are. I'm not joking. If you haven't noticed, we are no longer connected to the our corvette on the outer hull. You should also notice some interference in your NN. This is part of what makes Roidlings so dangerous. They. Eat. Ships. And whatever happens to be on it. They all start off as a rock looking like a common chunk of Titanium ore. That is an egg. Now normally, all asteroids are checked before mining starts, or, in this case, all material is superheated and smelted before it can cause any harm with all equipment being checked and cleaned before the next 'roid."

    Neil looked as his crew of 17 Engineers. They all started to look curious. Neil hoped they wouldn't be after he was done.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:46 No.13351608

    Perhaps run it in DH, and limit classes to tech priest with some refluffing of the implants and whatnot?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:48 No.13351635
    The Instrumentality of Man.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:50 No.13351650

    Actually from the looks of it, this seems to be the job for SPECIAL - just refluff the skills a bit and change the perks to something GM awards at the end of each successful mission (just give the GM some guidelines for bonuses and make him decide his own fluff)
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:54 No.13351712
    "It seems that the crew here shirked their procedures in favor of profits. While we now have them, we can no longer make anything of this ship. Not even as scrap. You see, roidlings are scavengers, much like us, but they eat everything. Metal, cloth, rubber, radioactive cores, human flesh, they eat everything. once a hive of roidlings awakens to eat, there is no stopping them. The most horrifying part is their EM field. They use electromagnetics to communicate with the hive mind. You can tell how far along a hive is by how powerful the field is. What's more is that the smaller roidlings also generate their own field in order to communicate. It's like out NN, but more organic. Theirs is more powerful, therefor shutting out ours. That means we are in danger of being overrun any second. Your orders are thus. Get to the "Intar Ralay" on the other side of the processing ring before we all die. Any questions?"

    One raised his hand. "What do these roidlings look like? Like what I'd stick up my ass?"

    The crew laughed as Neil glared at them. They all stopped when they heard something crawling around in the vents. Neil slowly drew his UVB Pistol.

    "What's that?"

    "I...I don't know."

    Torven had his pistol out and waving people back towards the closed door. "Everyone away from the vents. Henry, that includes you."

    Henry, the guy who spouted off his question earlier was too busy following the sound of the clamoring. Neil stepped back in front of his crew and faced the center, looking for all the vents on the bridge.

    "Where are you coming out from, monster?"

    But above the din of the monster, Neil could hear something else. He got his NN to focus on it so he could hear it better.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:55 No.13351718
    I know almost nothing of Eclipse Phase but doesn't this fall into its realm of expertise?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:55 No.13351723

    That makes sense. You'd be using practically all of the stats (Charisma may be limited to ships with humans on, though) and most of the skills would apply in Space Hulk-esque situations (maybe small guns / guns should be replaced by equipment or something). Also perks are my favourite part of SPECIAL so thumbs up for that.
    >> Blackheart !!d+z47tvchVl 12/31/10(Fri)15:58 No.13351750
    Pretty nice idea OP!

    Nonsense. /tg/ is famished and hungry for settings. Especially good ones.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)15:58 No.13351753

    > You see, roidlings are scavengers, much like us, but they eat everything

    Would that really be the image of Engineers? Like, get on the ship and then hijack it? Or is that something only this particular 'strike team' does?

    Also, how does the HQ get the resources if they don't hijack ships / only a minority of Engineers do it?
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:00 No.13351789

    Sounds badass. Although I suppose the Engineers would be refereed to as "Troubleshooters"
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:02 No.13351809

    I assume they salvage any ship without a crew, and would be pretty damn well financed by the trade guilds or whatever since they perform an incredibly valuable service

    >Subwayma service
    I don't know, it was just funny
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:03 No.13351819

    Engineer teams are probably as diverse and different as humanity in this setting - some are noble knight paladins, others pre-emptively EMP the ship and nerve gas ot so they don't have any trouble with the crew. It makes sense - if word of Engineers does go around, people should be unsure on how to treat them. Also, given the mysteriousness of the whole organisation, I doubt we need to cite their material sources.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:03 No.13351828
    The NN's analyzer hadn't found a match yet. He didn't expect it to. Neil just needed to hear it. He couldn't quite place it. It had to be something that the roidling was doing, but what was it? It sounded like something you'd hear after mixing vinegar and baking soda. But it was more...pronounced?

    He was brought back to the bridge but a squishy thump and a few screams from the female Engineers. Looking around, he saw something that looked like a two legged armadillo with two bulbous sacks on its back and a longer nose. It had landed about two meters in front of Henry, who looked at it with curiosity.

    "Oh no, Henry get back here!"
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:06 No.13351858

    Something this particular team does. They are a...ah...liberal group who enjoy their work. They operate in pirate space a lot from what I'm coming up with.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:06 No.13351866

    Any more of this? It was a really good start
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:13 No.13351950
    I suspect that a large percentage of the ships they come across are already abandoned or the crew got killed off, and the Engineers just salvage them.

    I can also picture them having "agreements" with numerous governments that they be "reimbursed" for any ship they returned in working condition.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:17 No.13352004
    "Henry!" Neil was yelling at the man who was one of their electricians. Not the only one, but one of them.

    "Come on, boss, they don't look that bad. How do you know this is a roidling?"

    "Because it's not in the manifest of this ship!"

    "It may be someones smuggled pet."

    "Henry, I'll shoot you myself. Everyone, get out and down to the galley in the section over." Two rifles with lights up front, two in back, the rest in the middle. Henry, GET OVER HERE!"

    "Hold up, boss. I just want to get a closer look at it."


    The little creature jumped back when Henry stepped forward. In defense, it contracted one of its bags on the side and shot what looked to be a thin oil. The other side contracted and thick goo covered him. Henry went to the ground immediately and started screaming.

    "Go now!" Neil said as he watched Henry writhe in pain. Torven was the last one to leave, giving one last glance at Henry before walking out.
    >> teka 12/31/10(Fri)16:22 No.13352051

    vast mostly-automated Breaker plants, with derelict ships auto-piloted into it from across the sector?

    Huge hulks and half-destroyed military craft, frozen crew still stuck to the decks, all feeding themselves into a solar-furnace maw at the direction of Engineer override modules crudely welded into the shattered bridge.

    Have to do something with those ships not worth repairing to perfection. just hammer on the engines enough to make them fire for a while, bolt on all the extra debris you can find while you program the override pilot? Just have to get it on the right course and in a month, or year, or decade later it will reach the breaker.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:23 No.13352063
    Be patient, you. This is coming off the top of my head.

    Neil looked at his subordinate, knowing that it was his fault for not shooting him sooner, or at least shooting the roidling. With an exasperated sigh, he lifted his pistol, pointed to where Henry's head should be and fired a beam of ultraviolet light into the it before he was totally dissolved.

    "Rest in piece, idiot. At least you get the the girls beyond the Great Black."

    Before walking out, Neil eyed the little roidling that had killed his crewmate. It was twittering like a bird as if it hadn't done anything. With a disgusted look and a twitch, Neil shot it, its body exploding from instant, broiling sunburn, splashing a section of the bridge in its solution.

    "Good riddance, asshole. I'll be sure to send your siblings."

    As he walked out, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Partway down the hall, he could hear something in the vents heading towards the bridge. A lot of somethings. A stampede of somethings.

    "Ah, shit. This isn't good."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:28 No.13352125
    Jeremiah was sitting in his office. Leather seat, bright lightning, music, aquarium in a wall - luxuries he neither imagined nor expected when he was still on a strike team. Now, he was what they call retired. He directed signals to teams, picking ones that best suited the sector and the distress type. A few lifetimes ago, he'd have to know the teams personally. Now he had computer profiles with all the relevant data - the task could be automated, but some rare Engineers survived the thirty years of work. They couldn't be just shipped away to planets and they were too respected to be just killed or put into stasis forever. So they gave them administrative work.

    He went out of his office to find a coffee machine in the hallway. Again, a task that could be automated, but sentimentality took over most of the administrators. He would laugh at that in his "adventuring" days. He smiled and dared a flirt with one of the ladies. He was brushed off, of course - his face was heavily mutilated from quite a few accidents, but he didn't mind it. 'If you know the outcome, you can safely throw the dice', he thought as he retreated to his sanctum. A report file was on his table. Curious - printed reports were a rarity. He opened it, and it was filled with pictures and text. Pictures and text that brought back memories. Memories dangerous for an Engineer.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:31 No.13352152

    One of his first missions - a colony ship. Fabricated with very low technology - what he gathered from the computer reports that day was that it would make a 4.24 light year journey in 40 years or so. Damaged by an asteroid - the systems failed to wake the crew. There was no way to repair the thing - the walls were practically paper thin. He and his partner did what they thought was the right thing - they packed the crew, still in cryogenics, into the landing pods. They ripped the crew manifest from the databases and identified key officers, and dragged one into each landing pod. When they tried the same with the captain, he woke - the partner panicked and shot him. Then they left for their shuttle and triggered the pods from a distance. They reported the ship made the landing, and left.

    The report concluded with the words: "The colony thrives".

    He looked up from the file, and saw three of the superior Engineers looking at him. "We have your mind scans," said the superior one, a woman. "You broke the tenet. Save the ship. The rest is unimportant." She placed a small card on his table. "Termination on deck two in thirty minutes. We will drag you if necessary". Then they left. Being an Engineer was a thing of trust. You trusted the people to let you fix their ship. They trusted you to do it. Your superiors trusted you to fix the ship. And the trust was broken.

    Jeremiah shed a tear. He then picked up the card and went to deck two.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:32 No.13352160
    Running down the hall, he met up with the rest of the engineers. The hall was large enough for two forklifts, so it wasn't a hassle to reach the front.

    "Everyone run to the bulkhead, now!"

    Torven looked at Neil confused.

    "What did you do?"

    "More running, less talking, more panic-induced adrenalin! Move!"

    Without being told twice, they moved with Neil. It was still a good 50 meters to the bulkhead when the sound of critter stampede started catching up.

    "Fuck~! Move faster! Ferson! Drop a stun charge!"

    One of the rifles towards the back reached for a small rectangular block the size of a card deck. He slapped one end of it on the side of his hip and tossed it hard over his shoulder. The explosion was followed by a number of smaller, fleshy explosions and squeaks, but the stampede was still coming.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:35 No.13352196
    Archived so the writefag's work is never lost

    Thanks guys you made this awesome
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:37 No.13352218

    >4.24 light year

    I see what you did there

    And I approve
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:42 No.13352247
    As they neared the bulkhead, Torven and Neil pulled their pistols and stood near the door.

    "Just like old times, Neil." Torven said with a smile.

    "Shut up and shoot, Torven." Said Neil shaking his head.

    As they started shooting down the hall, they could see the mass of roidlings barreling down at them. They were 25 meters and coming. The last person was about 15 meters out. It was Mira.

    "Mira! Pick up the pace!"

    "I...I'm trying, sir!"

    She was getting tired. She was used to moving things, and working behind a console. To be fair, they had just did the 250 meter dash. But if she didn't speed up, she would be consumed like Henry.

    "Try harder! I don't want any more of my crew to be roidling chowder!"

    It was no good, she was getting tired and had collapsed.

    "I'm sorry, Neil. I just don't have it in me."

    "Damnit, Mira!"

    Neil had stopped shooting at the roidlings and aimed down at Miras face. He didn't want to shoot her, but this would be the only chance before the roidlings would be all over her. It was a decision he couldn't deal with.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:45 No.13352273

    I don't get it
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:49 No.13352311
    "Torven, shoot Mira before the roidlings get her!"

    "These aren't zombies, Neil!"

    "Would you like to experience digestion!?"

    "I know, sir, but she can still-"

    "She's spent, Torven! Shoot! Her!"



    A human figure ran past them, rifle blazing towards the mass of roidlings. He pulled out two flash charges and threw them at the roidlings near Mira right as they got to her. Stunned, she couldn't tell what was going on. She just felt herself get picked up and being manhandled. Was she being saved? She heard Neils' voice getting closer and closer. She would be safe! And then she felt the world lurch as she was thrown into the air. Someone below her was screaming in pain. Was it her savior? Neils' voice was rapidly approaching.

    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:50 No.13352314

    Just put the fucking number into google, you get Proxima Centauri on the first page of results
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)16:51 No.13352324
    Do you think a light years are a measurement of time? Cause they're not....
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:00 No.13352384
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:03 No.13352411

    Not a bad piece, but you really shouldn't have tied Alpha Centauri in like that. A setting should stand alone, you know, not drown in a sea of references and crossovers.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:06 No.13352445
    By gods, /tg/, I'm taking SPECIAL and running this. January is my group's "experiment with random shit" month and I'm DMing THE FUCK out of this.

    And I'll let you know how it went.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:07 No.13352463
    Another name for this idea is:

    Rogue Trader: Adeptus Mechanicus edition.
    >> teka 12/31/10(Fri)17:08 No.13352469
    godspeed anon.
    Let us know how it goes.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:08 No.13352474
    She was caught by someone. He was shouting. Her hearing was still badly muffled from the stun charges and her vision was still blurry.

    "Neil? What's going on?" She said. Even her own voice was muffled.

    Suddenly, there was an explosion, heat, and them a swift breeze.

    Later, Mira woke. Her vision was still blurry while she was staring into a bright light. She winced, remembering that direct light was bad for her corneas.

    "Neil! She's awake!"

    Her hearing was back, too. A little loud, but at least it was clear.

    "Where are we?" She asked.

    Neil walked up to where she was laying on the ground. The teams medic, Crowley, was helping her sit up.

    "We're in the proper crew section galley. Angel and Harpy are busy cooking us something quick and preparing some meals for out little trip for the next two kilometers."

    "I...I see. Who picked me up?"

    Everyone was silent. Even the ones nearby talking fell silent and became downcast.

    "It was Ferson." Neil said. He was glad he tinted his goggles. He needed to stay tough for his crew.

    "Where is..." Mira had a feeling she didn't need to finish.

    "He died to get you in here. Set off a fire charge on top of himself. He would have been totally incinerated."

    "I...I see."
    >> Duskull !!uYPXHGg2gyl 12/31/10(Fri)17:09 No.13352475
    anyone remember that space horror thread we had a couple months back where we talked about a team of engineers finding a derelict ship and all hell breaking loose?

    some people had suggested an insane AI who had become 'smitten' with one of the crewmembers, and such crazy shit as a dead woman in an airlock whose head turned to face you no mater which way you looked at her from. Stuff like that.

    This finally provides a decent enough backstory for it to work
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:13 No.13352525

    Holy shit, you're right.


    I hope you have a good group, because the Mary Sue potential for this setting is enormous
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:15 No.13352540
    I especially like this idea because you can do a lot of genres in it. You can play generic "monsters in the ship, kill maim burn salvage" games. You can run a horror style campaign as >>13352475 said. You can run an RP heavy diplomatic campaign. Or you could run a trouble shooting game with fixing shit and problem solving.

    If special works with this I propose we work on it more
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:17 No.13352567
    "While I do commend him for his actions, it was a...a misjudgment." Neil was new to the whole being nice thing. It wasn't something he did. "We need heavier weapons right now. Heavier than pistols. Ferson was one of the teams eight riflemen. And now we're down three instead of two."

    Mira was silent. She could tell that Neil was trying his hardest to be nice, but she still felt like she was being yelled at.

    "So, Mira." Neil held out Ferson's rifle out to her, the look in his eyes expecting. "You are to take his place until we get out of here. I know you can operate this, otherwise you wouldn't be out here."

    Mira stared at the rifle in Neils hand and reached for it slowly. Before she did, she paused and asked a question.

    "Um...sir? How did he...die..."

    "Ultimately, the fire charge."

    "But what caused him to do that?"
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:23 No.13352619
    During the dying breaths of a year that gave us so much, you provide an excellent setting.

    There is a reason /tg/ is my favourite board.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:26 No.13352654

    >RP heavy diplomatic campaign

    This would be a hard thing to pull off - given that the only rule for the Engineers is "Get the ship running again", it's much easier to just SCREW THE RULES I HAVE TECH KNOWLEDGE and burn through the crew.

    Of course, you can create a situation where you absolutely require the support of the station / ship personell, but that would be called railroading by some
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:27 No.13352661
    Heaving a sigh and resting the rifle the table, Neil looked at Mira. "He was a dead man anyways."

    "What?" She replied confused.

    "He was dead. One of the roidlings got him with their solvent in the leg. When he threw you, they were already on top of you."

    This whole situation was new. Being the newest member was not easy for her, especially now. She wondered if she would get out of this alive.

    "I'm going to die. He shouldn't have gotten me."


    Neal slapped her just as she looked at him. The shock from it was surprising. Even more than the stun charges. It was surprising that anyone would do that to her.


    "Head out of ass now, Mira. We don't need this."


    "I've been in worse. Hell, I've done worse. At least this is something we can escape from. We will get through this. Maybe not all of us, but we will. It is not so bad that we're forced to shoot ourselves. Only those of use that have no hope. This is something that you will remember or you will not make it as an engineer. Especially with us."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:31 No.13352705
    Well, it can't be that contrived. Some ships may need hundreds or even thousands of crewmen minimum to stay running. So say the command crew is suddenly offed, so it may need a lot of coaxing of the crew to get them to cooperate. Or better yet, a mutiny aboard a ship devolves into full blown civil war, and its in the Engineers' best interest to convince them to stop fighting at least long enough to get the ship fixed and to port. Then they can go back to killing each other all they want.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:36 No.13352754

    I guess so, but you'd need a RP heavy group for that. I know my players would jump straight up to KILL BURN MAIM.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:40 No.13352785
    "As Engineers, we have an obligation to get a ship running. And if we can't we help with the salvage process. We are trained to handle any situation whether by using force, words, or services. Don't tell me you volunteered without thinking this was a possible outcome."

    Mira was close to tears. She was still trying to prove herself that she could fit in somewhere. But after this, she wasn't sure. She just wanted to leave. She knew the only outcome to that, but she didn't want to stay. She was trapped.

    "This is not a new routine for me, Mira. This is just the first time we've caught it so late. Now we are leaving. You are coming with us. The only decision you have to make is this: Are you going to fight? Or are you going to let the rest of us fight?"

    It was all such a hard decision. She didn't know what was the right choice. The only thing she could think about was what she had to do. And that was to fight.

    "I...I'll fight."

    "You'll fight?"

    "Yes. I'll fight for my job. I'll fight for my life. But most of all, I'll fight for Ferson, since he can't anymore."

    Neil smiled. He had done it again. This time, it was for the best. He had gotten tired of creating monsters.

    "Right then. This is your rifle. Take care of it."

    Mira picked up the rifle from the table and saluted Neil.

    "Yes, sir."

    "Right, Everyone get ready. We leave as soon as lunch is ready."


    And now I'm off to dinner. I'll come back and see if people want to see more. This may become a multi-thread thing.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:42 No.13352804
    Holy fuck, someone likes this.

    I'll be making another thread tomorrow morning, now we're cooking with gas. Also thanks to the writefags, you guys really captured the spirit of this thing.
    >> OP 12/31/10(Fri)17:43 No.13352808

    Derp, forgot to put OP in the name field
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:47 No.13352830
    Anyone suggesting a name for this setting?

    I vote Troubleshooting.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)17:54 No.13352879

    I like that, but I think it kicks up a bit too much Paranoia referencing...
    >> Duskull !!uYPXHGg2gyl 12/31/10(Fri)17:56 No.13352898
    I think I like Troubleshooters a bit better

    this setting could really fit anywhere, though

    imagine being a Cerberus engineering team deployed onto a partially destroyed Turian frigate in a mission to steal weapon and propulsion specs before any 'official' teams come to retrieve it

    or imagine being a team sent to investigate a ship with a xenomorph infestation, or even an ongoing xenomorph hunt

    team of freelance bothans trying to steal the plans for the empires latest rumored superweapon and sell it to the highest bidder

    any sci-fi setting works, really
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:06 No.13352989
    or you could run an all techpriests campaign in DH
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:08 No.13353003
    Jenner frowned as he entered the mess hall, though nobody would ever know it due to the armored helmet he was wearing. Inside were a dozen other Engineers, all armed and ready to fight. In the center of the hall were roughly sixty crewmen, all with glum looks due to their current situation.

    Of course, the other Engineers were donning their helmets as well. It was standard procedure, in case of a sudden hull breach or loss of atmosphere, but over the years, Jenner found that the helmets severed any sort of human or emotional connection with others, and did a good job at intimidating noncompliant crew.

    However, even with all of the helmets concealing their expressions, one of the crewmen seemed to know what they were thinking and stood up.

    "We were justified."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:16 No.13353060
    "How so?" Jenner asked, more angry than curious.

    "This is unclaimed space. There are no laws out here. We're just simple prospectors. We acted in self defense."

    Jenner's eye twitched at the half assed excuse the crewman gave, but responded cooly and menacingly.

    "No, you're a band of amateur pirates who were dumb enough to blow a leak in one of your plasma cores and leave a several thousand kilometer trail for us to follow. Then, after we arrive and announce our intentions, you fire on us."

    Being reacted to with hostility was nothing new to Engineers. However, situations rarely started with the stranded shooting to kill. Jenner was forced to fry the mining ship's power conduits to disable the weapons, but not before one of the fighters running escort for their boarding ship was shot down.

    "If this truly unclaimed space, then I guess nobody will object if I just shoot you and the rest of your crew here right now, shove the bodies out the airlock, and take this ship for myself. It'll be justified, of course."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:21 No.13353111
    Back from dinner and here's a name idea:

    Battered Stars
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:23 No.13353139
    As the head of the combat team, it was Jenner's duty to make sure each and every Engineer made it back from a mission safe and alive. He considered an Engineer receiving even a scratch on their skin a personal failure of his duty.

    "Let me remind you, you bastards killed one of my pilots, and I'm in a VERY bad mood. So would you still like to claim that there are no laws out here?"

    The crewman didn't say anything and quickly sat back down.

    "Captain, what's the status on the ship's systems? Are the crew essential or not?" He asked in his comm.

    "It looks like this ship is mostly automated, which was how the pirates managed to get away with such a small crew. We're already in the system and working out the kinks."

    "So what's the status?" Jenner asked, hoping that the Captain would say two particular words.

    "We have the ship. Crew expendable."
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:28 No.13353189

    Huh, looks like my crew and your crew need to get together for a party.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:36 No.13353263

    I like it, but Troubleshooters is just simpler, easier to remember and all the other things people look for in a name
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:44 No.13353334
    Awesome, start churning out more of the plot sir.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)18:57 No.13353448
    Meet up again tomorrow for more fleshing out?
    >> teka 12/31/10(Fri)19:30 No.13353775
    kinda agree.

    and Battered Stars shortens to BS.
    And no one wants to come play BS.
    >> Anonymous 12/31/10(Fri)20:11 No.13354257
    I imagined the captain as captain price.
    And it was glorious.

    PS: Possible thread necro
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