Morning Alex,

Herr Sweeps is getting expensive with the spin up system, all I ever got was a hamster in a cage.

Tom Rux

> On May 30, 2020 at 4:48 AM Alex Goodwin <xxxxxx@multitel.com.au> wrote:
>
>
> I'm experimenting with breaking out the session reports into two parts,
> as we're getting more familiar with the rules and more is getting done
> within a given time.
>
>
> Previously, the crew had been contracted by one of Badass-Moustache's
> old partners-in-crime (Captain Derryn Dodgie, RN, the _white_ sheep of
> the Dodgie family) to go have a look-see behind the Vilani border and
> field-test collapsible tankage.
>
> By the time they lobbed back at their berth on Phoenix Orbital three
> days later (the Champs-Élysées and surrounds weren't exactly sorry to
> see the PCs sod off), 15 displacement tons of spec cargo awaited them in
> three lots (I didn't fudge the amounts, it just came out that way to
> precisely match the cargo space available with unfolded tanks), along
> with a loading order for 40 dton of refined fuel (per the GT:IW writeup,
> Terra's ports are collectively class A, so it's refined fuel or get out
> and push) and just under a dton of collapsed fuel tankage.  It was
> prototype kit, packed to withstand the handling those ruffians,
> scoundrels and talkers-in-the-theatre that make up the Scouts would
> inflict upon it, thus it only expanded out to 40 dton.
>
> Drake pounced on the fuel loading order like a starving chihuahua
> setting upon a pork chop, leaving Nikki to groan in worried anticipation
> as Badass-Moustache started sorting out getting cargo aboard.  6 dton of
> assorted pharmaceuticals, 6 dton of small arms, and 3 dton of
> radioactives weren't completely trivial to load, but In Moustache We
> Trust.  (Drake discreetly checked the cargo loading a bit later).
>
> Drake Milford being Drake Milford, he DID actually consider going into
> Vilani space via Barnard, Aggida, Nusku, Apishal et al.
>
> For about a tenth of a second.
>
> Sneaky buggers was _far_ more appealing, thus Das Boot would be crossing
> into the Ziru Sirka via Sirius and then probably Markhashi, or Illike at
> a pinch.
>
>
> With all cargo, fuel and lunatics duly verified to be aboard, the flight
> out of Phoenix Orbital's traffic pattern was routine, as was the
> outbound jump to Junction.
>
> After emergence, however, it seems that El Capitane was still somewhat
> of an um...celebrity.  Junction Highport kept a rather close and
> jaundiced eye on Das Boot as it flew a precision-welded approach - the
> senior traffic controller on that shift would later swear Captain
> Milford was messing with her head.  He was actually letting Rosa fly the
> approach because it worked out cheaper for him personally.
>
> Presenting a duly-authorised-and-countersigned UNNF fuel chit caused
> much WTF? ("Did he steal it?") in the highport admin.  The fuel chief
> was rather disappointed to find out that the matching half of said fuel
> chit had arrived four days earlier and matched up in all respects, along
> with a letter from one Captain Dodgie, RN, explaining the situation and
> kindly requesting recto-cerebral extraction to speed the Paradise upon
> its way.
>
> Thus was Das Boot duly fueled and on its way, with another fine
> establishment not exactly sorry to see the back of the PCs.
>
> Is it just me seeing a theme here?
>
> In diametric contrast, no one said boo at the 80 ton fuel chit being
> presented at Procyon.  The most comment it generated was "Fuel boys will
> be three, maybe four, hours, Captain."
>
> Badass-Moustache and Nikki took that time to unload the cargo, unfold
> the collapsible tanks and then reload the cargo to make getting at the
> loaded tanks easier while in Jump.
>
> When the fuel boys graced the Paradise's berth with their august
> presence, Nikki managed to critfail the fuel transfer and 20 dton of
> protium got loose.  Enter El Capitane, who in a load of bollocks again
> worthy of the House of Commons, managed to convince the fuel gang it was
> their stuffup, so they had to make the shortfall good.
>
> Again with cargo, fuel and lunatics duly verified to be aboard, Das Boot
> flew a precision-welded departure, cleared out past the 100D limit,
> spooled its jump drive and jumped out to Sirius (which, as at 2124, is
> not known to have any permanent or temporary inhabitants, nor a port.  I
> believe that results in a UWP of X000000-0).
>
>
> Herr Sweep's take on spinning up the jump drive:
>
> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/612927701258469378/716197527371776071/CAT-TREADMILL.gif
>
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