Session Nine, Plague of Angels

Rock Rat Revelations

Greetings, I am but a humble observer in a greater world, here are some of the things I've seen.

Opportunism? Self Preservation? ...Piracy?

We arrive in a new system after stocking up and drilling out. Avoiding a ship through the careful piloting and maybe some blind luck. All seemed pretty relieved that we had not been detected. We make our way to a rendezvous with a contact of questionable intent...

The avenues of making it ahead in this society are many. However, limitations are imposed on those who buck a system of social expectations. The honest day's work fills the bellies of those with little opportunity. A day's work of questionable means to a further questionable end is the plight of my shipmates. The lot they have drawn has (temporarily?) narrowed their choices to, well, piracy. The Captain seems rather gung ho about the opportunity to lay into a juicy target proposed by their contact. It may be more than just the promise of a profitable score that motivates this man.

With great risk comes great reward. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Why take the easy road? These statements were spouted by the crew once their target had been picked. Drinks were shared and optimistic revelry abounded as they planned the action. The Entertainer led shanties and kept spirits high. The outcome of the new mission is not certain of success. It does promise to be lucrative if the motley crew can pull it off.

The Captain and his Crew have made allies of a sort leading to this mission. A few new crewmembers to add to their ranks, a set of coordinates plotted and the ragtag team is en route to their next event. The Revelation of the upcoming encounter promises to b more exciting than these last. After all, who doesn't like to participate vicariously while others risk life and limb in the pursuit of keeping the oxygen supplied!! Supposing that we all survive that is...

Cordially yours,

Rock Rat