The Day Bandit and the Aliens of Space

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The Beggining

With a stomach-churning lurch, the Day Bandit ends a jump. Red lights and flashing sirens slowly subside as Ivy calls for everyone to be calm in the most reassuring manner possible, “Attention. Major structural damage recorded. Please do not panic. Repair assesment is underway. Leaving of the bridge is not advised due to high risk of explosive decompression. Thank you for your assistance.”

Turn One

Furgee starts unstrapping himself.

“Who were those guys, more friends of yours Doc?”

He carries on without waiting for an answer.

“Stay on the computers doc, lets us know whats still working, Rick and I shuold try and figure a safe way out of here. Sooner we can get to a locker and get me suited and booted sooner I can start saving our butts.”

Tan glares at Furgee and starts tapping at one of the consoles on the bridge attempting to help Ivy run it’s damage report tests, as well as trying to bring up the logs to find out what the hell is going on. “I told you to take a left at the red moon, Mr Furgurson! A left! Then we would have been able to evade them without needing to jump!”

Meanwhile, Rick looks at the others in confusion, the post-stasis fog not having completely worn off yet. “Where are we now, Ivy? Are we safe at least?”

Ivy’s response is not a reassuring one. “I’m really not sure, Rick. My navigational subsystem’s seem to be broken.”

“Damage reports indicate serious structural damage to the jump drive, cargo holds, and the medical centre, however auto-repair systems should ahve sealed off most of the damage elsewhere and access to all areas of the ship not locked down will be avaialable shortly. “

Turn Two

Tan looks at Furgee suspiciously as he speaks before replying “Did you say Morin friends, what do you know of them?” he then shakes his head as if deciding to forget it and looks back at the console.

Furgee gets out of the pilots chair, answering Dr. Lawrence as he does so. “Spare me the back-seat piloting will ya, we made it away and hopefully they won’t have a clue where we ended up. After all, WE don’t have a clue where we’ve ended up!” He starts scanning computer screens to try and get a handle on what needs to be done. “Hey Ivy, we got any working scanners left? If we have, better let us know what’s in the area.”

Dr. Lawrence tuts at the unknown language the computer spews back at him although he squints slightly as if he vaugely recognises it. “Well this is useless, anyone know how to speak gibberish?” he taps at the computer screen in disgust. “Great the jump drive is down, looks like we might be here for a while lads. May as check what’s out there at the very least to make sure we’re not about to fly into anything.” Tan risks another glare at Furgee as he says this moving to the sensors console and trying to work out where they are and what is near by.

“Hey I think we all just need to calm down,” Rick says, moving over to Dr. Lawrence. “Is the computer’s talking in a different language?” he asks, activating the Language program in his wafer jack. “What’s that all about?”

After a few minutes, Ivy responds,

“Sensors suggest that we’ve left known space, and whilst no definite information can be found there appear to be systems capable of supporting life at 47, 88, and 256 degrees of our current position.”

Turn Three

Rick shakes his head. “I can’t make head or tail of this, Doc. What’d you do to make it print out all this stuff? Is it some kind of transmission from one of these planets?”

Furgee moves back to the pilots area. “OK, before we can think about investigating this area, lets cut the main engines.” He fiddles with the pilot controls to try and deactivate the engines. “Ivy, how long will it be before we can safely leave the bridge? I need to get started on repairs ASAP.”

Tan looks at Furgee “Fix with what exactly? We have no components and no tools, and although I can’t check I’m willing to guess that most of our spare parts, if indeed we had any, were in the cargo bay.” After saying that somewhat haughtily he turn to look at Rick. “It’s not a tranmission, seems that our chief engineers, who’s logs there are. Was not a human and kept his logs in his native tongue. I can’t say I even remember who he was, don’t think I ever met the man.” He strokes his chin for a second in thought before moving over to the console Rick is at and starts using it in an attempt to access the personnel records “I might be able to narrow it down though, should be some records of where he came from at least. Maybe even some medical records”

“I’m sorry,” says Ivy, pelasently, rather too loud now that the hum of the engines has died away”, crew records aren’t available to non-officers at the current time.” “It is now safe to leave the bridge. ETA on cargo hold repairs is four hours, with medical bay access expected within the next two to three days. May I be of any further assistance?”

Turn Four

Furgee smirks at the Docs attempts at patronising him. “Well gee ‘Doc” He replies, putting very sarcastic emphasis on the title, “I wouldn’t expect a ‘distinguished passenger’ such as yourself to know anything about anything involving getting his hands dirty. Guess that’s why I’m the ships mechanic, and you, so far, have been as much use as a 6th leg on a Ubarian Pentadog. I mean honestly, what kind of mechanic would I be if I kept the ships toolbox in the cargo bay? I’m going to the locker, I’ll call you on my comm if I need anything disecting. Don’t strain yourself TOO hard reading that computer.” “Coming Rick? I’m gonna need a spare set of hands, and I wouldn’t want the ‘good doctor’ over there to ruin his manicure.” With that, Furgee turns and exits the bridge door. He stops outside and looks round. “Now all I need to do is remember where the locker with the ships toolkit is.”

Rick follows Furgee. “We could also check the quarters of some of the other engineers and mechanics to see if they kept anything useful in there.”

Dr. Lawrence sneers disgustedly at Furgee then turn to regard Rick. “Good thinking Rick, you’d better help that incompetant over there with the general repairs I’ll head down to the rooms, after al I am the only one remaining with any qualification in engineering I assume. You handle the structure then, and I’ll hop over and take a look at the Jump Drive once your done.” Tan nods to himself and makes a move for the door in an attempt to leave and head to the rooms.

Aside from a few flashing red lights above some doors, signaling the fact they’ve been lcoked down, the corridor is as it always is. The ship’s locker sits against a wall on the main corridor, locked and waiting for an officer’s key to open it.

Turn Five

Rick frowns at the locked locker. “You put your toolbox in a locker that you don’t have a key to? OK…well, I guess I’ll check and see if I can find one in any of the officers’ quarters.”

Turn Six

Furgee kicks the locker, wincing at the impact. “Damn it, I’ve told them about locking this thing when the toolkits stowed away. And my personal tool kits locked away on my ship in the cargo bay, which is out of bounds.” He then leaves with Rick to search for a key.

Whilst Rick and Furgee search the officer’s quarters in general, Dr Lawrence heads straight for the chief engineer’s room. The door slides open with a reassuring hum to reveal a room strewn with clutter.

After much searching, Rick and Furgee eventually find what appears to be a spare key, sitting between the interior of a wastepaper basket and the binliner.

Turn Seven

“This looks promising” says Furgee, trying to get the key from the bin. He examines it to check if it actually is the officers key. It is. “Well Ric, your call on what to do now. You’re pretty much top dog round here now, highest ranking survivor and all.”

Rick pauses in thought for a moment before replying, “Well, I think getting your toolkit out of the locker would be a good idea so we can start repairs. And maybe we oughta head the ship towards one of those inhabitable planets too, see if there’s anyone there we can help.” He turns towards a monitor. “Ivy, of those planets, how many are safe for humans?”

Several of the nearby planets appear to have docks, suggesting inteligent life of some sort, Rick,” comes the reply, “but beyond that I really can’t say at this distance. Would anyone like a nice mug of tea?”

Turn Eight

Rick brightens up. “That sounds great, Ivy! I think we could all do with some tea right now! Why don’t you start heading the ship towards the nearest planet and we can have some tea while we wait.”

“Lets hope those planets aren’t trouble, otherwise we’ll be the ones needing help” says Furgee as he picks up the key. “I’m heading back to the locker” he says as he heads back into the corridors. “I’ll have a cup later Ivy. Is there anything I need to get fixing before we can get moving?”

“A course has been set towards the nearest habitated planet. No repairs are required in order to allow safe passage,” Ivy says cheerfully, as two warm mugs of tea are dispensed from a hole in the wall next to Rick.

Meanwhile, Tan is busy smashing his way around the chief Engineer’s quarters, as well as various other crew areas. After finding the shattered and damaged remains of variosu electrical appliances, he turns to the chief engineer’s files. Sadly they’re jsut too ehavily encrypted for him.

He then pulls up a schematic of the ship. “Is there safe access to the jump drive or are there any obstructions, Ivy?”

Ivy replies in the negative, “The jump drive is locked down until further notice. May I be of any further assistance?”


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