How Hard Could This Be?

Nov 16, 2025 2:35 am
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L.C., Bronz and Kayla inspect the 'truck' while the smiling agent hovers. Its an old model with ancient (way beyond mere "retro") style. But its clean, practically sparkling. And passes every functional and safety check. "It's good to go" says the agent. "We clean 'em after every use and they get monthly maintenance. This baby will do your job for you..., and you'll have fun with it, too!"

Kayla jumps behind the controls (unless someone else beats her to it). "Yeah, this will be fun. Haven't flown one of these in a while, but I used to all the time.... (And she goes on a charming and entertaining story-telling spree that ends with the agent waiving the need to present credentials or watch the long and boring instructional tri-vid.)

Its a short way beck to the MISS FORTUNE and its no great task to load the 1 dTon of "medical supplies" by hand. Gravity is around 6/10 G, and the mass of the crates is relatively low. So getting them off the ship and secured in the 'truck' takes only a quarter hour or so.
Nov 16, 2025 2:44 am
Lifting off from the hard-pad at the starport, Kayla immediately gets a ping from the automated traffic system. "Port-au-Prince" regional puts a route up on your navigation aid, following a ring-route that will take you to the West of the major spires of the arcology through a suburban and then agricultural zone. Well beyond the major urban center, the route takes you into hilly rainforest/jungle on the way North towards Castle Santanocheev.

The auto-system does not show that specific destination, though, unless you input it yourselves. You have only a general direction, a few degrees West of North, and then a dogleg turn back to the East before turning North once again.

Looks like about two hours until we're at the edge of the Santanocheev estates. Kayla sounds cheerful. Kind of mysterious, though. They don't just give us full directions. Maybe the Admiral is a bit paranoid. I suppose I would be, too. Some people think he bungled the early stages of the 5th War, giving away territory for time. A lot of people got killed or hurt. And a lot of big names took serious economic damage. Some of those folks don't easily forget that kind of thing. And then, of course, there's the whole rivalry with Duke Norris...
Nov 16, 2025 3:48 am
LC Rains – En Route to Santanocheev Estate – April 1st, 1115

The rented G‑Carrier glides smoothly along its designated path, the dense tropical foliage below rolling past in green waves, soaked in mist. LC rides shotgun, elbow on the window ledge, jacket open, gaze distant. As Kayla muses aloud about the Santanocheev name, LC’s expression tightens just slightly — not with anger, but the weariness of someone who’s heard the name too many times in the wrong context.

"Paranoia, politics, and grudges that outlive most noble lineages."
He exhales slowly, his tone wry but edged with something older, quieter.
"I’m not saying you’re wrong, Kayla — I’m just not here to unpack the Admiral’s legacy. Some of us already had to live with the consequences."

He doesn't elaborate, but the pause speaks volumes — a career detour, a friend lost, maybe just a ruined payday that came with a body count.

"Either way, we’ve got a job. We make the drop, we smile politely for whatever internal security they send to sniff us, and we’re airborne before anyone decides three freelancers know too much about a crate they never opened."

He glances over at her, one brow raised slightly in that dry LC way.

"I’m not here to rewrite history — just to make damn sure we’re not turned into footnotes in it."

He taps his hand terminal, bringing up the encrypted link back to the Miss Fortune, and sets a passive feed to the bridge channel — nothing overt, just a quiet line open in the background in case things turn weird.

"And just so we’re clear — I’m not dispensing with security. I’m linked in with the bridge, open channel. If we go dark, they’ll know."

He settles back into the seat, one hand resting near his terminal as the carrier banks slowly along the misty tree-line.

"Let’s do the job. Get paid. Get home."
Nov 18, 2025 2:21 am
Kayla lets the 'truck' self-guide on the nav-system's selected route skirting the edges of the giant arcology of Port-au-Prince. There's quite a lot of grav traffic, but managed by the traffic computers it doesn't seem to impede progress. The rain doesn't let up and at times gets really strong, coming down in sheets. Enough to impede visibility, but using the Nav-guide it doesn't seem to matter. The 'truck' does a steady 60kph through the more congested areas and hits 70 as they pass into more suburban and agricultural zones.

The Nav-guide shows hilly terrain to the north, and you already know that its pretty wild rain-forest between the last of the Ag-Lands and the Santanocheev estate. You've been told that the main compound; "Castle Santanocheev", is on an island in the middle of a large lake. But whether you'll end up going there or to another location you don't know. Yet.

When you pass into the jungle covered hills the Nav Guide drops out, and Kayla follows the directions provided. Should be an hour, maybe an hour and a quarter until you reach Santanocheev lands.

Then the comms suddenly drop off. What? Is something wrong with the old truck's electronics? Or the radio? Or....
Nov 18, 2025 2:58 am
LC Rains – Somewhere North of Port-au-Prince – April 1st, 1115
The rhythmic hum of the grav-truck had been almost lulling, the rain a steady hiss across the canopy. But when the comms cut — just a soft flicker from active to dead — LC straightened in his seat like a man who’d just heard a violin string snap in an empty theater.

"Well, that’s ominous."
He tapped his hand terminal a few times, swiping through diagnostic options as if the screen might suddenly decide to explain itself.
"Either we’ve driven into a dead zone... or someone with a bigger antenna just decided we didn’t need to talk to the outside world anymore. How considerate."

He leans forward slightly, muttering as he works through signal settings.
"Check for interference — military, corporate, or one of those delightfully cheerful private security nets. Could just be terrain shadow... or we’re being watched by someone with a better subscription plan."

He attempts to bounce a signal ping off a satellite relay — with limited hope.
"Going to try a satellite relay back to the Miss Fortune. Assuming we haven’t driven into the planetary equivalent of a lead-lined shoebox. This, of course, is slightly outside my usual field of expertise — I generally prefer comms that don’t vanish like a noble’s conscience at tax time."

He glances over at Bronz and Kayla.
"Alright, tech team — thoughts? Faulty comms? Someone flipping switches from a bunker? Or have we just been blessed with Fornice’s version of a quiet zone?"

He leans back, eyes scanning the landscape with narrowed suspicion.
"Because I’d really prefer not to deliver this crate by foot while being hunted by rain-soaked aristocrats with pointy questions."
Last edited November 18, 2025 3:00 am

Rolls

Checking for interference from another source, J-o-T:1 INT +1 - ((2D6+2))

(63) + 2 = 11

Alternate comms means through satellites, J-o-T:1 INT +1 - ((2D6+2))

(45) + 2 = 11

Nov 18, 2025 4:16 am
The sudden loss of comms didn’t surprise Bronz. It fit too neatly. He glanced at LC, voice low but certain. "Don’t bother. It won’t work."

He looked out through the rain-streaked canopy as if he could already feel the eyes on them.

"We were meant to be seen. Best we act like we expected it. If we start looking lost or out of our depth…", he shrugged slightly, "that’s when it won’t go well."

He settled back in his seat, watching the mist ahead, the way someone might watch a storm forming on the horizon.
Nov 19, 2025 4:30 am
LC fudges around with the built-in comm-unit; an old radio type. It's clear its getting power and its indicators seem to show its working just fine. LC's concern that they might be getting "jammed" has some verification...

Getting his personal comm unit to connect via satellite is trickier. He gets an uplink, starts to transmit, and then the commplink 'breaks'. Something very not right with that!
Nov 19, 2025 4:30 am
"Hey, I think I just spotted movement behind. We're being followed!"
Nov 24, 2025 3:33 am
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The movement behind quickly resolves into a grav-car, a "speeder" as some call them. Moving at almost reckless velocity on a direct intercept course with the grav-truck.

It's at near tree-top level, with the 'truck' higher (in a standard safe-altitude a hundred meters or more above the highest trees of the hilly jungle below).
Nov 24, 2025 4:00 am
LC Rains – Aboard the Grav-Truck, En Route to Santanocheev Estate – April 1st, 1115

The uplink dies with a whimper, and LC stares at the hand terminal like it just belched smoke and sang the funeral march. Then Kayla’s warning hits like a bolt through the fog.

"Of course we’re being followed. It wouldn’t be a proper Fornice delivery without a high-speed greeting party."

He swivels in his seat, catching sight of the speeder slicing through the mist behind them, fast and purposeful. Not a good sign.

"Bronz, eyes on. I don’t think this is the welcoming committee with punch and cookies."

LC flicks to the grav-truck’s controls, gently easing the override menu to bring manual flight control online — not to take the wheel just yet, but to be ready if needed. His voice stays dry, calm, deliberate.

"Kayla, stay on course. Don’t speed up. Don’t veer. Look like we belong here. If they want us nervous, they’ll have to work harder."

He keys the internal comms to the back compartment, checking on the crate and its secure restraints.

"Special cargo’s still stable — no sense giving them a reason to think we’re worth shooting at."

Then, quietly, to his hand terminal:

"Still trying to raise the Miss Fortune. If I get even a sliver of bandwidth, I’m shouting fire in the theater."

He keeps an eye on the speeder’s trajectory, voice low and grim.

"Let’s see if our hosts like surprises as much as secrets."
Nov 25, 2025 2:05 am
Bronz exhaled through his nose, not quite a sigh, more the sound of old instincts waking up. His eyes swept the cabin, searching for anything that might pass for a weapon. Back in the old days, he’d never have left a ship this unprepared. He was getting too soft.

Still… playing it unarmed had its uses. Let them think we knew what we were doing and came this way on purpose.

He settled back in his seat, arms folded, eyes fixed on the speeder closing through the mist. Jaw tight, voice low. To wait for what would eventually happen.
Nov 27, 2025 5:00 am
Well well well. I think we don't have the G's to run from this. Perhaps a little evasion? Tighten your seat belts, gents!

Rolls

Evasive Manuevers - (2d6-2)

(34) - 2 = 5

Nov 27, 2025 5:03 am
Despite Kayla's inexpert attempt to jink and jump, the higher-performance 'speeder' does a close pass, only 10 or 12 meters away, climbing by and buffeting the 'truck' in its turbulance. Then doing a high-G "racing turn", dropping below once more and coming in behind...
Nov 27, 2025 5:45 pm
LC looks at Kayla;
"Now, hit the brakes, full stop. When they overshoot, use their overshoot to our advantage to loose them and then rejoin our original path."
Nov 28, 2025 2:56 am
Bronz doesn't flinch, just tracks the speeder with the calm of someone who’d seen worse and lived through it. His eyes flicked from the pursuing craft, scanning for additional vehicles.

Otherwise, he settles back watching the speeder’s every move, waiting to see what will happen next.
Nov 29, 2025 3:03 am
Kayla grimaces, but nods her understanding of LC's instruction.

(The speeder accelerates to an even higher velocity than previous, and comes in 'hot' from 6 o'clock low.)

Kayla slams the "brakes", using both the grav module and aerodynamic positioning for rapid deceleration.

Rolls

Grav Truck emergency braking - (2d6-1)

(66) - 1 = 11

Speeder attempting a high speed pass - (2d6+1)

(34) + 1 = 8

Nov 29, 2025 3:06 am
The driver of the speeder barely avoids colliding with the truck and rockets past. The thin atmosphere is thickened with moisture, the rain still coming down like gangbusters, and water sloshes against the truck's windscreen as it bucks in the air-wash of the close passage.

The 'speeder' starts making S turns in front of the truck, slowing, allowing the truck to catch up...
Nov 30, 2025 9:02 pm
"Kayla we have the advantage, lose them in the mist."
OOC:
INTENT - is to use the weather to lose the speeder.
'Lets find and alternate pathway to the link-up point"
LC plots a zig-zag pattern route that also includes no less than a switch back to send pursuers on a different path.
OOC:
How far away in general terms is the truck from the link-up point?"
Nov 30, 2025 11:56 pm
The rain comes down even harder; sheets of it. The speeder continues making S turns in front, but then its velocity drops off and it loses altitude...

Kayla makes a 45-degree climbing turn and the speeder is almost immediately lost to view.

BUT, the jamming continues and comms remain down. Even the planetary Navigation system fails to connect.

You do have inertial navigation, so can at least generally resume your previoius course. Unless otherwise instructed Kayla does her best to put the 'truck' back towards Santanocheev lands.
Dec 1, 2025 12:38 am
LC takes some notes down, notes the time of the event, the 5 W's in his datapad.
He watches the raini and wonders how much further.
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