Freefall Game Character Sheet
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ship_go_boomThis is the character sheet that the Freefall event coordinator wrote. It should help to decipher A Smuggler's Life for Me a bit, although Margaret Blake changed a bit from this to the character that's telling ASLfM, and as before if you want the full story go here. I have a more specific character bio for Margaret in my head that I may write up when I finish with the AAR.
Smuggler Pilot - Margaret Blake
Gem Vendor - Christopher Dennett
Smuggler Pilot - Margaret Blake
Gem Vendor - Christopher Dennett
You are two pissed-off bad guys. You and your partner, the Smuggler Pilot and the Gem Vendor, left your homeworld Sihnon almost a year ago to fly to this little turd-town Freefall on some Border Moon ball of gos se called Ataraxia, all because the Local Crime Boss said she had something big needed arranging. She even sent a couple of greenish gems along as earnest payment. Turned out they were ataraxite. Vendor almost wet his pants, the stuff’s that rare. You fenced just the two of them for almost twenty-four hundred credits - the gold’s good for about 400 to 500 per gem, while the white’ll bring 2,000 or more. Also turns out that Ataraxia is the only known source of ataraxite, but the catch is that the Feds have decreed that every last piece of it rightfully belongs to the Alliance. It’s a byproduct of terraforming, so they figure it’s theirs by rights. Well, that’s what you’re there for, isn’t it, to get around such anti-free market thinking?
So you get here, and there’s this revolt against the Magistrate going on, and the miners are all armed and belligerent-like. Who’s gonna dig these gems, you wonder?
You’ve been cooling your thrusters here, waiting for the hook-up and watching your downpayment get eaten up while the dumb-**** miners shoot holes in the dumb-**** prods and the prods return the favor, and every day it’s “Just hold on, almost in the bag,” from the Boss. She makes you two wait much longer, and it’s gonna be her HEAD in a bag when her thugs aren’t looking. You need to be shown the goods and negotiate the terms. Freefall isn’t exactly an ideal vacation spot.
Oh, and here’s the friggin’ icing. Because of the gorram miner’s revolt, an entire dropship full of Feds just dumped out west of town, damn near on top of where you hid your gorram ship. Your ship got flagged on the Fed database on your way in; turns out there’s a warrant on Persephone for the two of you. Again. You weren’t planning on going that way anyway. Problem is, with a Fed dropship that close, all antennas up and sniffin’ the wind, they’ll ID your pigu and blow it out of the sky before you fidget in your seat. Gorram Feds, what do they care if a bunch of Browncoat throwbacks decide to stage a reenactment anyway?
So, unless you can score soon and grab another ride, you’re stuck on this rock for the duration of hostilities. A transport, the Waxwing, landed last night that would do nicely if you wanted to leave in a hurry. Now all you need to do is get your hands on the Boss’ stash of gems….
So you get here, and there’s this revolt against the Magistrate going on, and the miners are all armed and belligerent-like. Who’s gonna dig these gems, you wonder?
You’ve been cooling your thrusters here, waiting for the hook-up and watching your downpayment get eaten up while the dumb-**** miners shoot holes in the dumb-**** prods and the prods return the favor, and every day it’s “Just hold on, almost in the bag,” from the Boss. She makes you two wait much longer, and it’s gonna be her HEAD in a bag when her thugs aren’t looking. You need to be shown the goods and negotiate the terms. Freefall isn’t exactly an ideal vacation spot.
Oh, and here’s the friggin’ icing. Because of the gorram miner’s revolt, an entire dropship full of Feds just dumped out west of town, damn near on top of where you hid your gorram ship. Your ship got flagged on the Fed database on your way in; turns out there’s a warrant on Persephone for the two of you. Again. You weren’t planning on going that way anyway. Problem is, with a Fed dropship that close, all antennas up and sniffin’ the wind, they’ll ID your pigu and blow it out of the sky before you fidget in your seat. Gorram Feds, what do they care if a bunch of Browncoat throwbacks decide to stage a reenactment anyway?
So, unless you can score soon and grab another ride, you’re stuck on this rock for the duration of hostilities. A transport, the Waxwing, landed last night that would do nicely if you wanted to leave in a hurry. Now all you need to do is get your hands on the Boss’ stash of gems….
