Earlier today, I ran yet another Alpha Blue shorty on Roll20. Two recurring players -
Cédric P and Patrick H.
Patrick played his usual character Miles Artemis, a human telepathic pirate. Cedric opted to roll up a new one. This time a human mutant female gambler named Lexina with snake DNA, kangaroo pouch, and sickly (-4 to Health). She's into Master/slave relationships, women's feet, and scruffy men.
Since Miles was returning, I rolled to see what his character had been up to since the last session. He was cruising the outer rim for bi-sexual, nymphomaniac models, but didn't find any.
GM: The two of you got paired up, randomly assigned by an interstellar employment agency called Universal Exploits.
Your mission is to locate the daughter of a highly placed politician. Her last whereabouts are the space station brothel known as Alpha Blue. If you bring her back to her father, you each will be paid 5,000 credits (minus Universal Exploits sub-contracting fee).
Miles: Quite a large payday.
GM: You just got into Alpha Blue this morning and are standing at the central terminal. A scan of the daughter comes in.
Lexina: She ran away or she was kidnapped?
GM: You're not sure because there's no information about that in your file.
Lexina: Ok, we need to start looking. What are the main places of interest on the station? There's a bar, I guess.
Miles: I think there are two or three bars, if I recall.
GM: Yes, there are several bars. Miles is familiar with the Blue Oyster Lounge.
Lexina: Ok, we can always start there. But I am curious about exploring other locations.
GM: You arrive at the Blue Oyster, look around, but don't see anything out of the ordinary. The usual collection of spacers, aliens, and a few droids. The human bartender asks what you'll have.
Miles, you have telepathy, so perhaps a mind scan would yield some results. You can roll 2d6 if you want to try. [He rolls and gets a result of 5... a success.]
You get a clear image of the woman you're looking for in your mind. Her name is Jaspa. You sense that she's nearby.
Miles: I scratch my chin a bit, "I'm getting an image, her name is Jaspa and she's close by, but I can't pinpoint the spot."
Lexina: I take a drink at the bar and I look around to see if there are any other rooms, like a private room or something.
GM: The bartender looks at Miles and says, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You can't do that in here." He points to a sign that reads, 'No mind-scanning on these premises!'
Miles: I blink before laughing a bit, "Sorry, didn't know."
GM: The bartender pours you today's special - Purple Prizm and space gin with a chunk of pineapple floating on top.
Lexina: Delicious. Since I had prior (bad) experiences with bounty hunters, I look around to see if I can spot any "bounty hunter" types.
GM: "That'll be 5 credits, snake-girl."
Lexina: "Here you go, handsssome." I tip 2 creds.
GM: The bartender takes your money and goes back to cleaning glasses. "Thanks."
You see there are some back rooms, but they are off limits. However, you also see several barthrooms in the back.
Miles: I wait for her order to finish before asking the bartender for a drink. "I like something a bit strong and bitter."
GM: "You got it, hoss." He pours Miles a Martian pineapple martini. "That'll be 10 credits... cause it's a stronger drink."
Miles: I hand over 15 credits, "Here yah go and a tip for the drink."
Lexina: I prefer smoother ones because of my delicate reptilian nature.
GM: In the corner of the lounge you see a klingon arguing with a short droid.
Lexina: "Look Milesss... probably trouble... maybe he is alssso after the target." I get closer to listen to their discussion.
GM: You listen in. They're arguing about politics.
Lexina: Ok, I'm going to check the ladies room since Miles sensed her near.
Miles: I'm going to sit at the bar with my drink, keeping my back to the bar top and watching the door for anyone leaving or coming.
GM: Lexina sees a female in one of the stalls. You doubt it's her because you can easily see her bilious-green tentacles under the stall door.
Miles sits with his drink and notices his shorter insect friend, Xyap'stee, walk by the lounge.
Lexina: I ask her, "Have you seen my girl Jaspa? Black hair with a white streak, mammalian."
Miles: I call out to my short insect friend, raising a drink in his direction.
GM: The woman opens the door so you can see her sitting on the toilet. Her panties are around her ankles, but her legs are spread so you can watch her pee. She says, "I don't know anyone by that name, honey."
Lexina: "Ah, a shame... thanksss anyway, honey." I check myself briefly in the mirror and leave the place (except, if I feel she is lying or something).
GM: The insectoid greets you warmly, saying "My good friend. Where have you been? Hey, try this." He has a glowing magenta powder in his palm. "You rub it on your nipples. That's how it works."
Lexina doesn't think she's lying. Your reflection looks good. You step out of the bathroom and see several more klingons at the bar. You notice Miles just outside the lounge, talking to some short insect humanoid.
Miles: I'm going to try it out for curiosity's sake, rubbing it on my nipples like Xyap'stee said. "Been doing some work on a job right now. Actually here to find a woman by the name Jaspa, some daughter of a politician."
Lexina: Do the klingons seem to be in a good mood?
GM: Miles, your entire body tingles moments after rubbing the luminous magenta powder on your nipples.
Xyap'stee says, "Lot of high-born ladies here in the leisure district. Or maybe she's slumming it sexy in the red hologram district?"
Miles: Would I know directions to both?
GM: In your experience, Lexina, klingons are never in a good mood. Today, they seem especially volatile. There's some sort of revolt happening on a nearby planet. Maybe a political revolution...
Lexina: Ok, I keep my distance.
GM: Both those districts are easy to find. You can hop on the light-speed rail just down the corridor.
Lexina: I get closer to Miles, "Maybe we can get outssside the bar to see if you can feelsss her presssence..."
GM: Just as you're about to leave the lounge, Lexina, a klingon steps in front of you. He says something to you in his native language.
Lexina: Is telepathy forbidden in the entire station?
GM: No, just this bar.
Miles, you're entire body feels numb... and like you can fly.
Lexina: Ok, do I understand some words or his intentions?
GM: Probably not. Roll 1d6. [Cedric rolls a 6.]
Miles: "Hey, buddy, how long does this last?" I enjoy the numb feeling.
GM: You're actually fluent in klingon, but the klingon isn't expecting that. Assuming you don't know what he's saying, he immediately repeats himself even louder, "Why don't you buy me a drink, serpentine bitch?"
Lexina: (hehe)
GM: The insect tells you it'll wear off in about an hour.
Lexina: I smile and answer in klingon, "Ssssure, mighty warrior."
GM: The klingon appears surprised and impressed. He gestures for you to sit down as the bar with him.
Lexina: I pay for his super strong drink and I take something soft, like a Purple Prizm.
GM: The bartender pours both.
Xyap'stee says to Miles, "Look at that sleek droid. Undoubtedly some kind of assassination model. I used to have one like that... back when I was running guns on Zeta Minor."
Lexina: I get close to the klingon, like snakes do. "Things ssseems tenssse... there is a lot of rumorsss flying aroundsss..."
GM: Meanwhile, the klingon puts his hand on Lexina's leg. He moves it up until he's made his way to your crotch.
Miles: "Assassination model all the way out here? Wonder who he's after?" I look to the droid, keeping a careful eye on it.
GM: You clock the assassination droid. It's black and shiny, holding a female prisoner.
The klingon is going to try and finger-bang you right at the bar, unless Lexina tries to stop him.
Miles: I will stare at the prisoner, comparing her looks to the mental image of Jaspa, searching for similarities.
Lexina: Will I receive Health for this or does it have to be full-on sex to get more HP?
GM: If you get off, then it counts and you'll get temporary bonus Health.
Miles isn't sure in his current state of awareness, but he things the droid is walking with the girl he's looking for - Jaspa.
Lexina: Ok, I try to get some intimacy. "I got enough creds for a private lounge, fearsssome one..."
Miles: I will walk to the bar, bumping my shoulder into Lexina and playing it off as numbness or being drunk as I whisper into her ear, "Found the girl."
GM: "No need for that. I'm good right here," the klingon says, continuing to feel you down there. He works your snake-vagina into a froth until you cum. "Second round's on me, baby." [I roll 5 more Health for Lexina.]
Miles bumps into Lexina just after your orgasm. You hear what he said.
Lexina: Hmmm ssssss.
To the klingon: "Do you know that droid? He owes me something." My hands get to his junk.
GM: The klingon nods. "I don't know that droid in particular, but I recognize the model. Also, the girl he's holding is the daughter of Senator Urik."
Lexina: I work on the klingon handjob. Biting him on the shoulder with my snake fangs, guessing that he will appreciate this kind of stuff, whispering "I may have to take this package out of his robotic hands... some nice credsss are involved." I sit on his lap.
GM: He appreciates it and finishes quickly. "Go, baby. Do your thing. My friends and I will be here for another hour at least." Turning to the bartender, "Can I get some space wipes, please?"
Lexina: I kiss the klingon in the ear with my fork tongue and I sensually move away.
GM: The droid is about to enter an escalator up to the next level.
Lexina: I try to find Miles.
Miles: I'm watching the droid closely, hand on the butt of my blaster while motioning for Lexina to follow. "Over here," he calls out, not too loudly.
GM: The droid spots Miles and fires at him with a blaster. [Rolling dice.] Miles takes 16 points of damage. Laser burns cover the left side of your torso and leg. He got you good.
Remember, both of you can double your dice pool once per session. And the session is ending in about 5 minutes. Normally, both of you roll 2d6 to attack.
Lexina: I get out of the bar and I take my micro-phaser out of my kangaroo pouch, situated just above my crotch. I fire at the droid while doubling my dice.
Miles: I'll double my dice pool for my attack and fire with my blaster.
GM: Lexina shoots... [Even with an attack of 4d6, she doesn't do much damage... a measly 8 points.] The angle was off.
Miles doesn't do much better. The droid is already halfway up the escalator. You do 7 points of damage. Let me see who he's going to target, most likely Miles.
Lexina: How's Jaspa reacting?
GM: Jaspa is struggling with futility. [I roll (badly) for the assassination droid.] Miles takes another 4 points of damage. He's got 5 left. You guys are returning fire, I assume...
Lexina: I shoot at the elevator controls.
Miles: Yes, while taking cover behind anything that is by him.
GM: [Lexina rolls extraordinarily well. Instead of simply wasting such a great shot by saying, "You disabled the escalator," I decide that her success increases their advantage - as per the
no damage left behind rule.] Not only do you stop the escalator, but Lexina's blasting makes it collapse. The droid lets go of the girl and is trying to hang on to the escalator remnants. Miles, you've got an easy shot if you want to take it.
Miles: I'll take it.
GM: [I roll 3d6 for his attack this time because of said advantage (i.e. the droid's vulnerability due to his hanging on with both hands rather than trying to defend himself). The aftermath is devastating. Miles ends up doing 31 points of damage.] Yowza! You annihilate him. There's almost nothing left.
Lexina: Oh yeah!
GM: Jaspa runs towards Miles and into her arms. "Thank you for saving me."
Miles: I blow off the smoke rising from my blaster, holster it, and catch her in my arms. "Aye, it was no trouble, miss."
GM: Long story short, you both collect your credits. Miles is now 2nd level; Lexina is halfway there.
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Thanks for reading the latest installment of this lurid space pulp adventure!
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