Haha, god, I had planned to cram so much in this morning, and then I managed to sleep through two alarms so now I guess that's not happening. Fuck everything, I am a mess. Off to work it is!
There's a lot to get through here today, so strap in.
The guard sees you and flurries into action. Raising its head in the air, it lets out a shrill whistle. Seconds later you look up to see that you are surrounded by alien guards, all with weapons pointed at you. You decide it best to surrender to them.
You are escorted into the castle towards a central keep, apparently the nerve centre of the castle. You explain that you wish to meet the Rain Lord. One of your guards goes off to the keep and comes back some moments later. Another group of guards comes over to take you inside the keep.
As you enter, your eyes widen. You are not in the great hall, or perhaps stateroom, you had been expecting, but in a large computer complex. The walls are lined with sophisticated control panels covered in gauges, dials and indicator lights. In the centre of the room, behind a large screen flanked with a number of keyboards, sits a human figure. As you approach, this figure turns round on his chair.
'Aha - our intruders!' chuckles the small man sitting at the controls. 'Perhaps they may be able to help with our little problem.'
The man calls himself Bran-Sel. You introduce yourselves and tell him your story. 'I may be able to help,' says Bran-Sel, 'if you are able to help me first.' He goes on to explain that, many years ago, he was an interstellar trader, carrying a cargo of sophisticated planet control computers to Gleena-3 in another sector of the galaxy. His warp drive failed and he was forced into orbit round this planet. He was able to contact Gleena-3 to explain the delay, but they would take no excuses and cancelled the order. Thus he was left with his cargo and no buyer. Facing financial ruin if he returned home, he decided to settle on the planet. Through his advanced knowledge, he was quickly hailed as a sort of god by the inhabitants, who built him a castle in which he could set up his planet control equipment. Since then he has indeed acted as a god and, by his own account, a benevolent one at that. However, some time ago he discovered a malfunction in the weather planning system which meant that he no longer had control over the weather. As the climate was normally very damp, the years of fine weather he had provided for the benefit of the inhabitants' crops had resulted in huge reserves of rain being stored in the planet's clouds. As soon as control was lost, a torrential downpour started.
'If you have a knowledge of planet control systems, and can help me get back control of the weather, I am sure the computer's knowledge of astronomy will be able to help you get back to your own universe,' promises the little man. You decide to call in your Science Officer.
Skill roll for Science Officer Spaceman!
Your Science Officer takes a clump of the weather control program back to the ship to try to analyse it on the ship's computer. It has been written in a strange language, but the computer is able to give some insight into its logic patterns. Your SO alters it slightly and runs the modified program. Within a few moments, the rain dies down. Bran-Sel is delighted and offers to use his computer to search for a suitable black hole to transport you back to your own universe. The computer locates several such black holes; unfortunately it cannot distinguish between them, but it is able to tell you that you will have to travel towards it at warp speed 3 to effect the transfer successfully.
You thank Bran-Sel for his help and beam back aboard the ship.
You leave orbit and probe with your scanners for likely destinations. Some 3.3 light years away is a large red planet which you can head towards.
You switch to warp drive and head towards the red planet. As you reduce from warp speed, you approach a small, great planet.
There's a lot to get through here today, so strap in.
The guard sees you and flurries into action. Raising its head in the air, it lets out a shrill whistle. Seconds later you look up to see that you are surrounded by alien guards, all with weapons pointed at you. You decide it best to surrender to them.
You are escorted into the castle towards a central keep, apparently the nerve centre of the castle. You explain that you wish to meet the Rain Lord. One of your guards goes off to the keep and comes back some moments later. Another group of guards comes over to take you inside the keep.
As you enter, your eyes widen. You are not in the great hall, or perhaps stateroom, you had been expecting, but in a large computer complex. The walls are lined with sophisticated control panels covered in gauges, dials and indicator lights. In the centre of the room, behind a large screen flanked with a number of keyboards, sits a human figure. As you approach, this figure turns round on his chair.
'Aha - our intruders!' chuckles the small man sitting at the controls. 'Perhaps they may be able to help with our little problem.'
The man calls himself Bran-Sel. You introduce yourselves and tell him your story. 'I may be able to help,' says Bran-Sel, 'if you are able to help me first.' He goes on to explain that, many years ago, he was an interstellar trader, carrying a cargo of sophisticated planet control computers to Gleena-3 in another sector of the galaxy. His warp drive failed and he was forced into orbit round this planet. He was able to contact Gleena-3 to explain the delay, but they would take no excuses and cancelled the order. Thus he was left with his cargo and no buyer. Facing financial ruin if he returned home, he decided to settle on the planet. Through his advanced knowledge, he was quickly hailed as a sort of god by the inhabitants, who built him a castle in which he could set up his planet control equipment. Since then he has indeed acted as a god and, by his own account, a benevolent one at that. However, some time ago he discovered a malfunction in the weather planning system which meant that he no longer had control over the weather. As the climate was normally very damp, the years of fine weather he had provided for the benefit of the inhabitants' crops had resulted in huge reserves of rain being stored in the planet's clouds. As soon as control was lost, a torrential downpour started.
'If you have a knowledge of planet control systems, and can help me get back control of the weather, I am sure the computer's knowledge of astronomy will be able to help you get back to your own universe,' promises the little man. You decide to call in your Science Officer.
Skill roll for Science Officer Spaceman!
Your Science Officer takes a clump of the weather control program back to the ship to try to analyse it on the ship's computer. It has been written in a strange language, but the computer is able to give some insight into its logic patterns. Your SO alters it slightly and runs the modified program. Within a few moments, the rain dies down. Bran-Sel is delighted and offers to use his computer to search for a suitable black hole to transport you back to your own universe. The computer locates several such black holes; unfortunately it cannot distinguish between them, but it is able to tell you that you will have to travel towards it at warp speed 3 to effect the transfer successfully.
You thank Bran-Sel for his help and beam back aboard the ship.
You leave orbit and probe with your scanners for likely destinations. Some 3.3 light years away is a large red planet which you can head towards.
You switch to warp drive and head towards the red planet. As you reduce from warp speed, you approach a small, great planet.
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