[CLOSED] Return to Marinagua! A Classic Traveller Adventure for 3–5 Players (Any Edition)

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"I am a widow, you see. My husband was among those lost to a Vargr raiding party, while I escaped unharmed. The site was ruined, too. Anything of value or that satisfied someone's curiosity had been carried off. And then, well, I could not simply go back. There would have been another grant, another site to investigate. But.... No, I need to move on. Too long sheltered under an academic 'shield'. Which proved to be no shield at all.

"I am used to living in the field. Even under hostile conditions. Perhaps my talent with computing machines would be useful. And in a pinch I can serve as a medic. And even as a combatant. I do not frighten easily."

IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS

Initial Interview – Horosho Starport, Class C

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The holo-feed stabilizes with a soft shimmer, resolving into the interior of the Horosho Class-C Starport Executive Lounge—all brushed steel, diffused lighting, quiet grav-muffling, and distant conversations drowned under the hush of corporate money.

At the center of the frame sits a Bwap—long-limbed, narrow-shouldered, scaled hide shimmering faintly under the lumen strips. His neatly folded administrator’s robes are immaculate, his datapads stacked in a perfect geometric column. His nictitating membranes blink in slow, deliberate intervals as he adjusts the audio gain with one of his four-clawed digits.

He bows—precisely forty-five degrees.

"Applicant TroNoh," the Bwap begins, his voice a smooth series of careful syllables and gutteral pauses.
"I am Senior Intake Adjunct Hruuguu’lethe, Ironhand Security Solutions, Personnel Division 7-Beta. I have reviewed your pre-clearance packet. I acknowledge your punctuality. I approve of your formatting decisions. I appreciate your adherence to the question order."

You can almost feel the satisfaction in his tone—coming from a Bwap, this borders on enthusiastic praise.

He taps a datapad: four touches, identical spacing, identical cadence.

"You present competence, adaptability, and field-value. Your record indicates a Traveller accustomed to irregular conditions—precisely the environment in which Ironhand excels. Your answers demonstrate pattern-awareness and procedural discipline."

A pause. His throat sac inflates slightly—Bwaps do this when considering a delicate point.

"Your candidness regarding personal limitations is noted. Ironhand Security Solutions does not require perfection, only predictability. We can work with predictability."

The camera shifts so the Ironhand logo—a silver gauntlet gripping a starburst—sits centered behind his head like a halo of corporate authority.

"Therefore, Applicant TroNoh… Ironhand Security Solutions hereby advances you to Phase Two."

He presses a glowing tile on the table, and a rotating blue holo-ticket appears in mid-air.

"This is a Mid-Passage electronic transit authorization from Horosho to the Glisten Subsector Hub."

"Departures may occur within the next 72 standard hours. Your presence will be required on Glisten for additional suitability testing, equipment clearance, and contractual review."

The Bwap leans slightly closer to the pickup, eyes narrowing in bureaucratic benevolence.

"Arrive rested. Arrive orderly. Arrive on time."

He extends a long, cool, slightly damp hand across the holo-interface. A soft digital tone confirms the handshake—Ironhand’s official signal of provisional acceptance.

"Congratulations, Applicant TroNoh. Your journey with Ironhand Security Solutions has formally begun."
"Maintain this level of procedural fidelity, and you may yet become an asset of measurable value."

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— End of Phase-1 Interview Transmission —

Virel Kilmire

Diplomat 3rd Secretary 
946954    Age 38
5 terms    Cr70,000

Skills: Admin-1, Auto Rifle-1, Dagger-1, Forgery-1, Interrogation-1, Liaison-1, Small Watercraft-1, Vacc Suit-1

Benefits: 4,000/yr Retirement Pay, Auto Rifle, High Passage

Name:
Chaala Angushlii
Species:
Human
Gender:
Female
Homeworld:
Glisten
Age:
42
Cash:
Cr 95000
Benefits
1 Ship Share
{Scout Ship}- Stuck off. replace with 50000Cr
Associates
Contacts: 3
Allies: 0
Rivals: 1
Enemies: 3
Patrons: 0
STR DEX END INT EDU SOC
Score 8 9 7 12 12 7
Bonus 0 +1 0 +2 +2 0
Skills
Jack Of All Trades-3
Deception-2
Advocate-1
Astrogation-1
Diplomat-1
Engineer(J-1
Gun Combat(Slug)-1
Investigate-1
Language(Gvegh)-1
Language(Zedtl)-1
Persuade-1
Seafarer(Personal)-1
Stealth-1
Vacc Suit-1
Carouse-0
Engineer-0
Gun Combat-0
Language-0
Mechanic-0
Pilot-0
Profession-0
Seafarer-0
Streetwise-0
Survival-0
Life Events

IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS – PHASE ONE INTERVIEW
Virel Kilmire – Human, Ex-Imperial Diplomatic Corps (Disgraced)

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The transit hub is nearly empty—just the low thrum of recyclers and the sweep of automated cleaning drones gliding across the floor. Virel Kilmire sits alone on the cracked vinyl bench, his faded Imperial diplomatic sash lying crooked across his civilian coat like a memory refusing to fade. He turns a battered flask in his hand, cold tea swirling inside.

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A sudden chime from his comm breaks the silence.
From a name he never expected to see again:

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"Virel.
I heard where you drifted. I think this could interest you.
I called in a favor.
Do yourself a favor and take this."[/indent]

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An authorization code.
A destination:
IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS – PROSPECTIVE CANDIDATE, PHASE ONE
Horosho Starport Lounge – Private Room C-221

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THE IRONHAND INTERVIEW:
BWAP HR ADJUNCT MUURHLUU’K-RIIS

The Horosho VIP lounge hums quietly, lit by soft amber light.
Assistant Human Resources Adjunct Muurhluu’k-Riis waits at a low table, datapads arranged in flawless, geometric order. The Bwap looks up as Virel approaches, round eyes unblinking and unreadable.

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"Candidate Kilmire," the Bwap croaks politely.
"Sit. We shall begin."

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Virel sits. His posture precise, but heavy with the kind of weight that never truly lifts.

The Bwap taps on his terminal.
Green indicators immediately bloom across the display.

Another tap. More green. More approvals.
The Bwap pauses, blinks once.

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"…Hmm."

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"You are pre-cleared by Corporate oversight."
A longer pause.
"You have… recommendations. High ones. Curious."

The Bwap peers more closely, throat sac swelling with a quiet click.
"Do you know someone inside Ironhand?"

Virel opens his mouth, but the Bwap lifts a webbed hand.
"Does not matter."

One final tap. A chime.

"Application: Approved."

---

The Bwap slides a sleek black Mid-Passage chit across the table, the Ironhand sigil faintly glowing.
And says: "Proceed to Glisten for Phase Two.
Boarding: Docking Arm C-17.
Shuttle departs in four hours.
Do not be late."

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He extends a hand, small and webbed but steady.
"Welcome—provisionally—to Ironhand."

---

Does Virel takes the chit??

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IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS – PHASE ONE INTERVIEW
Chaala Angushlii – Human, Ex-Scout Service (Detached Duty), Covert Intelligence / Scout Operations

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Glisten HighPort hums with the constant flow of Imperial traffic—merchant crews, belters, naval detachments, and corporate envoys weaving through its glass corridors. Chaala Angushlii moves among them with the practiced ease of someone who has slipped in and out of far more dangerous places. Her spacer’s jacket is worn but unremarkable, the kind of garment chosen by someone who prefers to be invisible until she decides otherwise.

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She steps into the quieter administrative wing of Ironhand’s Glisten offices. The corporate sigil—matte plasteel, understated but unmistakable—rests above a reinforced entryway. A holodisplay cycles through support contracts and protective-service postings until one line catches her eye:

NOW HIRING – COVERT OPERATIONS & PENETRATION SPECIALISTS
Clearance Level: High
Assignments Available: Immediate

Chaala smiles under her breath.

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She heads five floors down into the maintenance substructure and finds what she was looking for, a maintenance access point to starport communication node. She approaches the console to jack in force an appointment slot into Ironhand’s scheduling system. Her fingers work with the silent confidence of a Scout tech and an intelligence operative—one hand in the interface, the other checking her surroundings.

Then her encrypted comm blinks.

Once.

She stops instantly.

No one should be able to reach this device.
Not without her permission.

The message is short:

IRONHAND SECURITY SOLUTIONS – PHASE ONE INTERVIEW
Assistant Human Resources Adjunct Braal’huu-Kirees
Suite 72-K (Secure Wing)
Appointment in: 10 minutes

Chaala exhales softly. This really peaks her curiosity. She finds this frustrating and interesting at the same time.

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THE IRONHAND INTERVIEW –
BWAP HR ADJUNCT BRAAL’HUU-KIREES

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The secure wing is quiet, pristine, and clearly designed to impress without revealing anything sensitive. As she approaches the door, it slides open the moment her foot touches the sensor—precisely timed, as if she was expected the second she stepped off the lift.

Inside sits Assistant Human Resources Adjunct Braal’huu-Kirees, behind a low desk meticulously arranged in perfect geometric patterns. His large amphibian eyes raise to meet hers.

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"Candidate Angushlii," he croaks.
"Sit."

Chaala takes the chair. Calm. Alert. Measuring.

The Bwap taps his terminal.
Green clearance lights flash instantly—several in rapid succession.

"…Hmm."

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"Scout Service—Detached Duty.
Navy Intelligence—temporary attachment.
Multiple covert operational postings across various theaters."

Another tap.
A deeper croak.

"You attempted to manually insert an appointment request moments before receiving an automated appointment message."Braal’huu-Kirees blinks slowly.

"Ironhand does not discourage initiative."

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He taps one final line.
A soft chime confirms the entry.

"Your file is pre-marked.
Designation: High-value prospect."

Pause.

"Does not matter."

---

The Bwap slides a sleek black Mid-Passage chit across the desk—the Ironhand sigil shimmering faintly under the office lights.

"Proceed to to Phase Two interviews in 20 minutes, upstairs in the conference room.
Do not be late."

He extends his webbed hand.

"Candidate Angushlii.
Welcome—provisionally—to Ironhand."

---

Does Chaala proceed to the appointed location at the appointed time?

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Short Narrative:

Short by Interstellar War standards, the latest in the series of Frontier conflicts between the Imperium and the Zhodies finally came to a close. Bohdie was glad for it. His most recent term of service to the Emperor had been extended, doubled, really. And he was ready to leave his deep cover legend and return to a normal life. After a months-long debrief at Efate, he was finally able to put Hrut Stepansava Comescu to bed and go home to the mountains of Sey on his Homeworld of Wardn. But after 6 months of travel, how would Sey, and Wardn as a whole, changed.

Well, it wouldn’t be long now. His shuttle was just completing its atmospheric interface and was scheduled to set down in Strellen in a few minutes. Bohdie was looking forward to meeting his old friend, Ryak Nijholdt for the flight home. The shuttle’s landing was far more gentle than he had gotten used to. Combat landings had been the norm during the war. This slow approach and "comfortably" soft landing stuff made him nervous. As a Field Agent, he was required to go to the front lines and beyond. Indeed, as Hrut Comescu, his primary residence was almost always on the wrong side of the Forward Line of Battle. But now he was home, his real home.

Stepping off the loading ramp, he looked around the Strellen Downport. Home, indeed. Nothing seemed to have changed. He walked over to Starport Customs and made his declarations. Once he cleared Customs, he grabbed his bags and headed toward the "Arrivals" lounge and exit area. Ryak was leaning on a pillar next to the lounge entrance. Spotting Bohdie in the crowd, she smiles and waves him over.
"All hail the conquering hero," she teases playfully. Throwing her arms around his neck, she whispers, "Welcome home hero" and playfully kisses him on the cheek. Ryak Nijholdt was a solid young woman. From hardy Sword Worlder stock, she could hold her own in any bar fight but made her main living as a Grav Bike Mechanic. Bohdie remembered that she worked in her uncle’s shop before he left. Ryak stepped back to take in Bohdie’s full height of 2.15 meters and 12 Stone or 76.2kg.

"Damn, Bohd. We need to put some meat on those bones, don’t we! I think you are skinnier now than before you left!" Ryak teases again.
"You know damn well that my Darrian side rules my metabolism. I could no more ‘put meat on my bones’ than a ‘leopard could change its stripes’ as the ancient Terrans used to say," Bohdie teases back with a straight face, slowly letting his face crack into a large grin! "Where ya parked?"

"Out front, of course. Here, gimme that bag, yer too skinny to try ‘n carry that thing." Bohdie tries to hand over both his carry-on and his duffel. "I’ll carry this one," Ryak says, taking the heavier bag. "But you need to carry the other one. Otherwise, you might blow away."

Bohdie laughs and follows her to Downport Parking. Dropping his bag in the back of the beat-up air/raft, he gracefully leaps up and slides into the seat. "Alrighty, let’s go get something to eat and get me home!"

"Ahhhh, Bohdie… I’ve got a little bad news for ya," Ryak says, working the controls to lift the Grav vehicle into the sky. "Well, two things, really. First, Yo Palits went out of business a few years ago, so it’ll have to be burgers from Sam’s." The air/raft turns toward Sey for the trip home. "The other thing is that your parents’ place burned down shortly after you left last time."

If there was emotion, it didn’t really register on Bohdie’s face. The two flew on in silence for a time. It was Ryak who broke the silence. "Hey, cheer up. You can come stay with me until you can find a place."

"I thought you said two pieces of bad news. That makes three," Bohdie said, laughing. "Just kidding Ryak. I really do appreciate it!"

And so it went. Week after week, it seemed to be two pieces of bad news for every piece of good news. Funny thing is that Sey hadn’t really changed. That went double for the mountain villages overlooking the city. Bohdie and Ryak hiked the old trails through the foothills. They camped. They fished. They even hunted. Bohdie looked for work, but the nature of his work during the war left significant unexplained gaps which deterred many perspective employers. He even tried rebuilding the old Hokuanokada homestead. But his heart just wasn’t in it. Wardn hadn’t changed. Sey hadn’t changed. Some of the people hadn’t changed. But Bohdie had. Bohdie had been changed. And then there’s the sons and daughters of Wardn who’d gone to fight in the war. Many hadn’t returned. Some, Bohdie knew were dead. Their families had gotten the "Thanks of a grateful Emperor" letter, but everyone missed their presence. Some, Bohdie knew were alive. They’d gotten a taste of adventure and danger and had chosen not to return home but to seek their fates in the Black. Either way, it made his world, his Wardn, a bit less colorful. Add to that the fact that he no longer felt the satisfaction of his old life.

Ryak watched Bohdie try to work through his troubles. They’d grown quite close since his return. It was hard to see him go through the disconnect with his old way of life. She’d often try to distract him from the downward spiral. But she knew she couldn’t fix things by herself.

One day, a man wearing a uniform, not from the government, but of a contractor. On the man’s tunic was a logo, a patch depicting a metal gauntlet holding the Imperial Sunburst. Needing some work done quickly on his grav bike, he’d pulled into Ryak’s Garage for some quick retuning. Ryak told him he was welcome to wait in the waiting area while she fixed the machine. Half an hour later, payment rendered plus a promptness gratuity, the man was on his way. As she was cleaning up the waiting area, she saw a flyer with an advert for a job with Ironhand. Recognizing both the company and the opportunity, she took it home and showed Bohdie. They spent the rest of the night discussing the pros and cons and, kaffe in hand watching the sunrise, they were locked in an embrace, decision made. Later that day, Bohdie called the contact number on the flyer.

So I have a very basic idea of a character from a low-tech world that went out into the universe, but it's very early days, and she's still cooking. With so many really good apps, should I carry on, or maybe just keep things as a possible backup?

WARDN STARPORT – PHASE ONE INTERVIEW
Takanamè Tanè Hokuanokada "Bohdie" – Darrian-Human Marine-Agent Veteran

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The Wardn Starport complex feels bigger than it did before the war. New wings, new security layers, new corporate logos plastered over old Imperial signage. Bohdie moves through the filtered lighting and clean corridors with a veteran’s pace—slow, observant, back straight.

Ironhand’s message had been simple:
Suite 19-V, Sub-Regional Office. Phase One Selection.

The door slides open as he approaches.

Inside sits a Bwap he has never met before.

Ssraal’khuri-Taan
Assistant Human Resources Adjunct
Ironhand Security Solutions – Wardn Outreach Division

The Bwap’s hood is drawn back, revealing smooth ridges and large, glassy amphibian eyes.

"Candidate Hokuanokada," Ssraal’khuri-Taan croaks.
"Sit."

Bohdie sits.

The Bwap lifts a transparent TL-12 tablet, tapping it with three webbed fingers.
A green indicator pulses.
Another tap. Another green.

A slow pause.

"…Hmm."

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"Imperial Marine Corps."

A longer pause.
The Bwap tilts his head.

"Strange."

He emits a soft, throaty croak—thoughtful.

"Scout Service detached duty."

More taps.
Scrolling.

"But the bland service record… simply notes ‘Fifth Frontier War veteran.’"

He looks up at Bohdie—longer than expected, unblinking.

"Your service record… is unusually complex."

Another slow blink.

"Usually this indicates deep-cover intelligence operations."

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Tap.
Scroll.
Tap.

More green lights across the display.

"Darrian heritage.
Chronological age thirty-six, biological presentation approximately thirty."

A soft inflation of the throat sac.

"You initiated this appointment via a civilian recruitment flyer."

Bohdie nods.
"Circumstances lined up."

"Ironhand values initiative."

Another tap.
A confirmation tone.

"Application: Approved."

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The Bwap slides a sleek black Mid-Passage chit across the desk.
A faint holo-route flickers:

• Wardn → Grote (Jump-4)
• Grote → Weiss (Jump-4)
• Weiss → Glisten (Jump-3)

"Proceed to Gate 6-A.
Departure in six hours.
At each layover, report to the Ironhand liaison."

A final, webbed hand is offered.

"Candidate Hokuanokada…
Welcome—provisionally—to Ironhand Security Solutions."

---

Bohdie pockets the chit and steps out into Wardn’s filtered station light.
For the first time since the war, the path ahead feels chosen—not assigned.

I had one player drop and there is always a place for you! Your character concept sounds good, please submit the character!

Ruiha O'te'ngahere - Human Scout, intense, curious, not all of her primitive edges shaved off.

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When the nights were long and the sky clear the old Shaman woman would tell tales of how we came to our home. That we came from Yrth (pointing to a faint star in the sky) in a star ship that was cast down onto the planet. The other were not interested in the tale, how we grew tall and tamed the jungle to make this our home. They did not look to the stars, wondering if others looked to the stars, though when I asked the Shaman, she just looked knowingly as keeper of our secrets.

When I came of age, to my surprise, the old woman did not pick me to follow in her footsteps; she told me that the world was too small for the likes of me. Instead, she told me of the secret place where outsiders came to watch our people. Packing up my few possessions, I went to meet these humans from the stars.

I don't know who was more surprised, the scouts, who suddenly met a woman over 2 meters tall, or me, meeting tiny people who spoke a strange form of our language.

Obviously, I managed to convince them to let me join them, becoming a scout and exploring all those stars I could see at home! Whilst I now work with Ironhand I'm still at heart a Scout exploring the universe.

Tiffany,

This is a fantastic character concept. Ruiha O’te’ngahere fits beautifully into this Traveller universe — the mix of mythic origins, cultural mystery, and a Scout’s curiosity is spot on. She’ll add a great dynamic to the group.

One small suggestion as you move from concept to full character creation:

If you keep Ruiha at two or three terms in the Scouts (or possibly the Army before entering the Scouts), she’ll pick up a well-rounded skill set that matches where the rest of the party is landing. It won’t change the tone of her story, but it will give her the abilities she needs to shine once the campaign gets underway.

But truly — great idea, strong intro, and she’ll be a fine addition to the team.
Looking forward to seeing her fully built out!

Was thinking just that! So I think I got this down right:
So apparently, those Scouts she found trusted her enough to let her fly the boat!