Thread by @RealVMcmaximus

#spacestein play report! Keep reading!

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I was the Baron Klimt von Weltraumfelsner. My goals:
1. Get in a duel. Bonus if it was Baron Kane. Bonus if I goaded him into it
2. Get the golden spore. Which could fund a private army.
3.Take control of the space station.

Naturally if you’re a baron on a dump space station the first place you head is the casino.

Baron Kane @SpaceCowboyVFX did the same. (The player was wearing what @DrakonInvictus described as NASA colored pajamas - amazing)

We had some banter about gambling and the Baron Kane frivolously declared his enjoyment in spending “daddy’s money”…so I called him upjumped and he challenged me to a duel.

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First combat dice hit the table exactly 8 minutes into the stein!

Now know traveller combat my guess was that statistically we were likely to kill each other on the 1st or 2nd round and it seemed unfitting for a duel to 1st blood on which money was being placed to go like that

So we agreed that it wouldn’t just be a hit, you had to hit with the highest score after mods.

This was an excellent idea as SOMEHOW we were able to go 2 rounds gaining the exact same score…BUT this was because of a choice I made much earlier (well, 10 minutes earlier)

I had chosen the cutlass as my weapon. Giving me a +2 mod as opposed to the sword’s +1.

I chose the cutlass because not just the mod but it seemed fitting for an ex-space merchant space baron.

This gave me the edge I needed to beat the baron in round 3

Now Baron Kane rp’d the best dignified bleed out I’ve ever seen while the gawkers gawked as gawkers do.

As I reveled in victory, Dr Farthing entered and began treating the wounded Baron.

But I was in stitches at the ridiculous mannerisms the player gave this guy

You had to be there.

Not much was happening for me now, one goal accomplished. I was going to need info. I bounced around a bit until I found @DeTourneville and Max Powers just chilling.

I spoke with them for a while and each of us slowly began to reveal goals…

They seemed non-competitive so we might be able to work together. This was the subtle play I kind of expected.

On the other hand. People would pop in and out of rooms and basically say, “excuse me gentlemen, have you heard anything about the missing top secret military nvcl3ar codes?…No? Ok…” and leave.

This space station was full of suspicious creeps!

Then I met Fehrlinger the station manager. Sly German accent, cold, calculating, cunning…

Given everyone else I met I thought I could trust him so I made a note to get an opportunity 1:1.

We didn’t talk long, apparently he was in a hurry to get sh0t by LCpl Sneed.

A note here. LCpl Sneed (@DrakonInvictus) and Guy Vickers characters were both former space marines who left service as junior enlisted…

Sneed, fanatically obedient, reliving glory days, quick to and looking forward to shooting someone was exactly like 50% of former Marines.

Vickers, aloof, always talking about guns he didn’t have, drunk?, looking to party, not sure what he’s up to…exactly like the other 50%

At some point the away party that went to the ghost ship dropped cargo in the station cargo hold.

There was a lot of talking between players and all these freaking Dr’s…so I took the opportunity to raid the cargo and found all the evidence I needed to implicate many conspiracy

I pocketed that and waited for my moment.

The Dr’s were still blathering about science or something when I showed up to Engineering. Someone opened a box and face hugger jumped out.

Sneed with his gun and I with my cutlass dispatched the thing easily on account of heroism

But the acid blood began to eat through the deck. So naturally everyone panicked and abandoned ship save for me, Sneed, and the goody two shoes Marshall.

This led to the events you can read about in other AARs, but…

Importantly I recognized this as my opportunity to take control of the station.

The other two would recognize my nobility and my evidence.

The important target was Sneed…

He had a gun and the player loves to blast people but is also a sucker for eViDeNce…poor predictable Brig…

So I got me a space station and ordered the cowards barred from the station Since Sneep was there I knew that the implication would be a healthy dose of balstin if needed

And that’s how I was the undisputed victor of #spacestein