"Not much point to me taking the seasick pills.  Until I get tight again, preferably on something Russian, I'll feel like a dog who got his head stuck to the railroad tracks."

In reply to Meir Galinski (msg # 138):

The skipper laughs.

"We don't have oars, but we do have a small electric motor capable of 4 knots, with a small steam generator for times of total becalment. But not worth firing it up just yet."

[Private to Meir Galinski: Lol, yeah neither option that realistic!]
[Private to Tanya Weaver: You still should make a couple of Ht checks to see if you were sick, and a Dx check...]

Kat looks around "Well, I am fine sitting still for now. Its nice to just float around."

"Well in that case I'd better get on with my own work."
A short time later he'd unpacked a small portable laboratory and set about taking air and water samples. A few strange and very alien looking animal specimens also found their way under his microscope before being returned to the sea or released back to the skies.

In reply to Meir Galinski (msg # 142):

The day is quiet, but the crew are not concerned.

"The wind will pick up this afternoon. Lets do some fishing in the meantime."

They pull out a number of rods and hand them around.

[OOC: fishing roll for any who try, defaults to Perception -4]

Cyril Tries to fish without much luck...



[Private to GM:
12:06, Today: Cyril Zotmund rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 4,5,3.  Fishing at default. 13-4 = 9]

Kat tries some fishing but doesn't catch anything.

[Private to GM: Katherine 'Kat' Steele rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 6,4,2.  Per .]

In reply to Katherine 'Kat' Steele (msg # 145):

A couple of the crew pull in some fish which are almost normal. Then one of them gets something odd. It seems like a very large octupii, and it is not happy!

Much to your surprise, the crew apologize to it and release it!

[Secret to Meir Galinski: You have heard of rumours of some sea creatures of greater than normal intelligence, but never seen one. They are said to have an intelligence of around 6 in GURPs terms.]

Kat watches and then ask "So, was that thing intelligent?"

No Calimari tonight .... which is fine by me!

In reply to Cyril Zotmund (msg # 148):

"I believe they have very low intelligence for a sapient species, or high intelligence for an animal. They seem to understand our speech."

"Yes," Meir agreed.
"About the same intelligence as a dog or even some apes, and smarter than almost any football player in human history."

"Are there any other intelligent life here you know of. We should document it so we don't disturb it" 

"They would be the most intelligent creatures we know of."

"Don't forget though there's just a few of us who've actually been looking, and we've only had a few short years."
"Basically, don't take unnecessary risks, and keep an open mind about everything you see. Some things like the fish I caught a few days ago are perfectly safe and harmless to human life, but others, are extremely deadly."
The insect infestation they'd very nearly stumbled into was a case in point. Although at first glance they seemed harmless enough, and perhaps were individually, they were almost always fatal to those who encountered them.
"Myself and the other Expeditionaries have only covered a small percentage of the planet's surface so far, and barely scratched the surface with regards to the biology."
He sighed sadly, thinking back over the events of the last week.
"I suppose I'm the only one left now."
[Private to GM: Slowly working on justification for leaving the planet]

In reply to Meir Galinski (msg # 153):

"Yeah, there are not a lot of us who know the planet, and none who are familiar with what is obviously modern Earth Technology. We really need to send one of the scouts back to civilization to report on what we have found here, and to get more immigrants if possible."

Meir grimaced as realisation sunk in.
"You mean me, don't you?"
The Expeditionaries were based in a timber shed near the edge of the destroyed settlement. As they made up the majority of those trained with the rifles, they'd constituted the only recognisable defence the colonists had, and of course been the first targeted by the Labrysians. It seemed extremely unlikely anyone he knew and worked with survived the onslaught.

The skipper smiled what seemed to be an attempt at a comforting smile.

" Not my call to name folk, but with tech, the burden for exploration by us has been lifted somewhat."

"No, you're right. My expertise isn't going to be in much demand for a while, not with the loss of life and skills. Focus has to go on rebuilding what's lost and consolidation of what's left. Exploration and expansion has to stop."

Perhaps in the short term, but I suspect you'll have more settlers when your existence becomes known... say in the next one to three years.

"Oh I am sure we will...led by specialist expedition teams that have new technology they have been training with for years."

Not exactly ... You will be the source of most knowledge to start... then you can work together to increase it.

In reply to Cyril Zotmund (msg # 160):

"Ah, our knowledge has been cataloged and stored on computers. Much of the rest was lost when his group was destroyed in the attack. Fortunately, we regularly synchronized the database of all the Bases, so not so much data was lost. But expertise and personal largely lost."

I understand that... But you have more knowledge than you think.

In reply to Cyril Zotmund (msg # 162):

The skipper politely thanks you, and continues sailing the ship...slowly.