My narrative inspiration is on holiday this week, so you just get some fairly mechanical results.
Arion’s Log, 087-3011
No encounters on arrival insystem.
We arrived in the Erriin system, which proved to be as advertised in the data pack we picked up on Betiqu. There were no other ships in orbit, and we landed without incident.
Legal encounter rolled, group reaction 5 – hostile.
Today was spent in refuelling, renewing life support, and the dozens of other tasks which need to be handled at each new planetfall. A group of surly local law enforcers dropped by, looking for trouble, but Coriander managed to persuade them otherwise. I suspect she continues to use her psionic powers on our behalf in these situations, to modify the reactions of the natives; I wonder if she is doing that to me, too? Possibly her influence on Dmitri and I has an older, and more pheromonal, source.
Rolled a 5 for selling the gems, +1 for Coriander, +8 for this being a Rich world; 300%, so we sell the two tons we have for a cool Cr 6 million. Yummy. Another legal encounter, group reaction 7, followed by a random person encounter – more police, but with a reaction of 10.
Coriander has developed a real knack for trading, or at least a way of influencing buyers. She sold the gemstone cargo for six million Credits, so we’re financially secure for a while. A second, and later a third, group of police came by to check us out; judging by their accents, they are not locals – probably the Republic of Inlaarin is flushing the local enforcement agencies with its own people, at least in the senior roles. The second group were neutral, and the third, positively friendly.
Rolled more gems as speculative cargo, which will be expensive to buy and won’t sell well anywhere close by. We’re rich enough at the moment not to need them. Another legal encounter, more police with a reaction of 5. I also roll a patron encounter, Governor, and decide he wants us to deliver a message wherever we’re going next.
Coriander came back from the traders’ godowns laughing; someone tried to sell our gems back to us. We declined, politely. Another group of police came by, with the same surly attitude as the first lot, and marched me off to the Starport Authority. I was trying to work out what we’d done wrong, when the Inlaarinese Governor himself turned up, and asked me to deliver a message when I left. He gave me a sealed data cartridge.
“Who is this for?” I asked. “And how do you know where I’m going next? I haven’t worked that out yet myself.”
“They will find you,” he replied. “Wherever you go.”
None of us like the sound of that, but not agreeing probably means an all-expenses-paid indefinite vacation in Aquatraz, a local underwater prison I would rather not find out any more about than I already know.
Legal encounter, reaction 10.
Another visit by the police. Now that they know I’m doing a job for the governor, they’re pleasant enough, but I still have a bad feeling about this.
Type C pirate cruiser encountered, but the captain’s reaction was 8. I decide the most logical explanation is that this is a representative of the Government-in-Exile of Free Erriin, and that the Governor is sending them a message for some reason. That would explain why he can’t do it through normal channels.
Thankfully, today it was time to shake the dust of Erriin from our boots and lift off.
Heading for the 100-diameter safe jump distance, we were hailed by another vessel, a cruiser. I was worried when they started painting us with fire control radar, but once we established radio contact we quickly learned they had come to pick up our message from the Governor. I don’t know what’s going on here, and Dmitri says it’s safer not to find out, but once we had transmitted the data cartridge on tight beam they let us go.
I’d already decided to jump to Ustianan next to get some weapons fitted, and this encounter just reinforces that decision. It’s dangerous out here, and we need to be able to defend ourselves.
While the Dolphin is safe in jumpspace, I’ll think about Ustianan.