Player’s Information:

The players stuck are on a balkanized world awaiting repatriation at the poor-quality starport after their contract is fulfilled in yet another of the planet’s wars between two rival factions. While imbibing the swill that passes for whiskey at the starport’s only bar, a party member spots an old friend, and sometimes rival, named Kellan. Years of merc work have left Kellan a shaking shell of the young Marine Officer of 20 years ago. A disastrous mission during this ticket saw Kellan busted to Private for dereliction of duty. Furthermore, Kellan has been severely wounded in both legs. He should survive, but his days of run-and-gun are clearly over. He calls one of the party closer (the one he knows the best), and the two converse in hushed tones in a corner alcove of the dark and stinking bar.

Kellan has stored the coordinates of a hidden Aurum module, an advanced sensor pod which his unit was using during the conflict. As it would happen, Kellan relates sullenly, he was the only survivor when his unit was overrun. Kellan planned on returning and recovering the pod, but had not planned on being injured. He is willing to share the coordinates with the group if they recover the pod. Oh, and by the way, the pod is nearly 1000 km behind enemy lines, and the fighting continues. Kellan’s offer is as follows: he will exchange the coordinates of the sensor pod for one-quarter of the total shares of profit once the group assembles, recovers the pod, and the pod is sold. He requests to hang on to the group’s repatriation bonds to insure he is not cut out of the deal.

Kellan has hidden two Air/Rafts about 1 km from the starport, and will even provide his personal “Merc Roladex” should the players feel they need to beef up their party.

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The end of the Subsidized Merchant County Wexford proved tragic for its crew and passengers. Not only did the ship misjump by nearly 13 parsecs, but there was also a horrible accident upon entry into the destination system. The ship exited jump space within .75 planetary radii of the major planet of the system, and the Type R starship collided with a local small craft almost instantaneously. The local craft was destroyed, with all hands aboard being lost. The County Wexford nearly broke in two. Injured crew and passengers scrambled for rescue balls and the County Wexford’s Ship’s Boat, while the pilot gave her life in exchange for buying time for the others as she struggled to control the crippled starship.

In view of the tense local situation, the unfortunate and unavoidable accident was perceived as an attack, or even an act of terrorism by the locals on the dying colony. Several rescue balls touched down safely, albeit with injured crew. The Ship’s Boat landed intact some distance away, but the only crewman aboard died of his injuries shortly after landing, leaving only 6 severely injured passengers aboard. The crew attempted to regroup using their survival radio equipment, but it quickly became clear they were wanted by the locals for perpetrating a “heinous act of terrorism”. There are virtually no government or laws on the planet, which should be cause for concern among the crew.

The crew agreed to meet at a specified location, switch off their own beacons to avoid detection, and proceed onward as a group toward the beacon of the Ship’s Boat, which repeatedly transmitted “GK GK GK from Papa Tango One-Niner” on the voice and data emergency frequencies for a few minutes until going silent. The rest of the crew has a fairly certain fix on the Ship’s Boat at that time. To further complicate matters, several crew members are injured, and a small sea separates the players from their destination.

From there they might be able to make their way to the Scout Base in the Ship’s Boat, (provided it is still functioning…) where they might plead their case to the Imperials. It can be assumed that the inhabitants are also monitoring the distress frequencies. Hopefully the players can reach the small craft before the locals do.

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Player’s Information:

Location:

Any A,B,or C star port with another inhabited system one jump away.

The Job:

One of the party members is contacted by former marine intelligence type, now working security for Charlings United Ventures, a local sector wide mega corporation.

A courier carrying sensitive material in a pouch, has been hospitalized, in a private hospital. The courier is in a coma, due to a vehicle accident. This has occurred on a planet one jump away from the party’s current location.

The courier’s employer, Charlings United Ventures, has an ongoing dispute with the planetary government of the world the courier is on. Within the last month, the planet has put down a rebellion that the planetary government feels may have ties to Charlings United Ventures. Therefore Charlings can’t send a representative itself.

The government in question doesn’t know that the courier works for the corp. Charlings United Ventures would prefer that they never find out. Your contact wants you to collect and transport the courier off planet, back to the party’s current location.

Local Planetary Problems:

The attempted rebellion that occurred one month ago was started by a group that wanted greater off world investment and immigration. As the rebellion was not widely supported by the general populace and only had backing from businesses and families that were involved in off world trade, it failed.

The extreme violence that the rebels used has caused a popular backlash by the planetary government. In the month following the rebellion anyone with suspected connections has been brought in for questioning. Many are still being held incommunicado. The cities have checkpoints set up by all government and civic buildings, including hospitals.

The players will find that, while off world trade is not forbidden, off-worlders at this juncture are viewed with suspicion, if not outright hostility. The hostility is starting to cool down, but the outbreak of a riot is not beyond question.

Due to the recent political instability on the planet, it has been marked as an Amber Zone.

The Pouch:

The courier doesn’t have the key. The pouch’s lock is biometric. Also, if the courier dies, a dead-man device will destroy the contents and render them unrecoverable. If they accept the job, the players must agree to get the courier back alive, along with the intact pouch, with the planetary government none the wiser.

The Payoff:

Charlings United Ventures will pay the players a Cr 100,000 per player involved in the attempt to recover the courier and his pouch. Cr 25,000 will be paid upfront to cover expenses. If the courier dies this will be their only compensation. They must return the courier and his pouch regardless.

If the players recover the courier alive, with the pouch intact and without alerting the government of the planet the courier, Charlings United Ventures will pay the party Cr 5,000,000 upon completion of the job.

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Players’ Information:

This port may have been a corporate paradise back in the day, but those days are gone. The whole place has a rundown, dingy feel. A SuSAG company town, the area is dominated by old drug processing factories, many of them closed. The market collapsed for products from this world decades ago, and nothing has taken its place. The streets are filled with unemployed locals earning Credits as street entertainers, or selling unusual plants, animals and illicit goods to starport visitors.

The plants and animals are native to the world, but apparently not common to the starport area. All are very interesting, obviously the products of billions of years of evolution. Among the illicit goods are the usual services, some old model weapons, and a standard assortment of recreational drugs. One vendor, Mr. Linebarger, who goes to great lengths to be sure the players are not law enforcement, has a few very expensive, and very powerful, psi drugs. Only persistent players can even find this vendor, let alone buy from him.

Just as the group is settling in at a bar the star port alarms sound. Frantic and confused evacuation orders are announced; a shuttle is on a suicide course, aimed at the port. The port defenses are able to destroy the ship, but chunks of flaming debris rain down over the town.

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