"Nyet, do I look like some Belter douchebag gangster? was spat out in disgust, but the tone got nicer as the large Earther explained. "We killed a few, them ambushed a few others for their weapons." If one looks at the armor Yuri and Van are wearing it looks like the previous owners had bleed a lot, but the armor itself apears to have not taken any rounds.

Kattalin takes in the growing dynamic at a glance and just shakes her head sadly for a moment before she returns her focus to the events ongoing.  ”Probably not a good idea to stand around here congratulating ourselves for our survival skills.  Perhaps we should just use them, and get going.”

In reply to Dr. Abang Kaos (msg # 6):

Van's eyebrow raised as he glanced down at the hastily-cleaned but still bloodstained armour. He forgot he was wearing the liberated CPM gear. He shook his head.

"Not CPM. Am belta, have ship in docking bay.

Yes. We go. Di di mao."

He nodded to Yuri, then started down the access shaft to follow the other group.

Sato listens to all of the conversation had, opting to remain silent so that he can assess the content of what was being discussed.  He didn't necessarily trust these two...but he also knew that there was strength in numbers and if they faced resistance on their way to the docking bay, a couple extra bodies on their side certainly couldn't hurt.  The belter had indicated they had a ship, though he had no intentions of getting on it, they could certainly be of assistance in helping him and those with him get back to the Zhidao.

He offered Yuri a nod of acceptance: "Lead the way."

Van and Yuri lead the crew of the Zhidao back through the cramped passage that leads back to the server room. They then lead the way across the server room to the second vent grill, now open and removed from the wall. A casino beverage cart is now present, (probably brought down from the casino by Van & Yuri) and has been looted of any booze.

The passage beyond the vent grill is cramped like the previous one but after a ways there is an open ventilation grill. This grill opens up to an old mechanical line tunnel that is about 2 meters wide and high. Some dim light bulbs provide some illumination, but not much.

Within this area is a group of people, most wearing Pur’n Kleen jumpsuits. There are patches indicating they are crew of a ship called the Salisbury. Two of the individuals are wearing CPM armor and are armed. Most everyone else is armed, and one individuals is on a stretcher with a bandage across his stomach.

Characters already present (2 PC's, 7 NPC’s)

• Alis Syn (Not wearing a Pur’n Kleen jumpsuit under CPM armor, and armed with an SMG)
• Kala Sui (Wearing a Pur’n Kleen jumpsuit, armed with a pistol)
• Man on stretcher (Wearing a Pur’n Kleen jumpsuit, has bandage across stomach)
• Woman with arm in sling (Wearing a Pur’n Kleen jumpsuit, armed with a pistol)
• Man wearing CPM body armor, and armed with an auto rifle
• Four other individuals (Wearing a Pur’n Kleen jumpsuits, no race/gender identified yet, three armed with pistols)

New arrivals (5 PC's, 3 NPC's)

• Nguyen Van Loc
• Yuri Ivanovich (NPC)
• Shinsato Hirotsugu
• Kattalin Zubiri
• Dr. Abang Kaos
• Asha Blackburn
• Kaeya (NPC, teenage Belter girl)
• Ms. Hirotsugu (NPC, old frail woman)

OOC: OK the seven player characters can all say hi to each other.

Abang wastes no time with pleasantries, he immediately moves to the cart unslinging his EMT bag as he crosses the room.  By the time he's reached the wounded man he's unlocked it and pulled out multiple probe patches that he applies to the man's neck and wrist.  If he's conscious Dr Kaos begins asking him basic questions, if he's not conscious Dr. Kaos question those closest in proximity, "How long ago was he wounded?  Was it a pistol or knife?" and such as he begins triaging him.


OOC:  Do you want an INT+Med roll?

In reply to Dr. Abang Kaos (msg # 12):

Obviously the man was a doctor so Van didn't interfere. Van just shrugged to show he didn't know when the person was injured, as he hadn't entered the Pur'n Kleen offices at the time.

"Let's get moving. Doctor and patient can catch up later. Need volunteers to assist with portage."

He addressed the new group. "Whoever you are, you should know there are mercenaries in docking bay. Are thoroughly destroying ships. So those will not be available. But they have own ship. Our plan is to navigate via tunnels. Create distraction, ambush them and take their ship. I have my own vessel, Svetlana Savitskaya, if can connect remotely then might be able to use thrusters or weapons."

As the newcomers arrive, Kala will ask each in turn if they know the whereabouts of her girlfriend, Naomi Cooper. About 1.85 meters, Earther. Red-head. Good looking.

When the doctor asks about the wound, she speaks up.

"Pistol, I think. It was all pretty crazy, back in the office, but  I don't remember any knives and ZI do remember a lot of gunshots."

She glances at the 9mm in her hand and puts it away inside her jacket. Out of sight, but easy to reach.

Still holding the pistol she had in her hand when the drone first encountered her Kattalin doesn't make any effort to put it away, although she lacks a jacket, proper shirt, or really any kind of pockets, to put it in so that may be part of why.

As the others focus on various forms of comparing of notes she starts looking around the space they find themselves in, inspecting it and occasionally poking at a door or latching mechanism on one.
[Private to GM:
Kattalin Zubiri rolled 16 using 3d6+4 with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 4, 6.  perception]

Alis turns towards the sound of the new arrivals and begins to raise her weapon until she see's that it is Van and Yuri leading them.

"She lets her SMG rest on it's sling and waves to them. "Welcome back, made some friends I see." She remarks, adjusting her one size to big CPM helmet.

She regards the newcomers with a mixture of suspicion and relief. She waves again to them. "Hey."

Abang looks over the man on the stretcher who is breathing shallow, unresponsive, and is gut shot. Whomever put the bandage on did so in the proper manner, but that seemed to be the extent of their medical knowledge. It is quite clear that the man could have easily been left behind, but was not. Instead, people carried him up to this point.

[Private to Dr. Abang Kaos:

After an initial assessment you realize that you will need to act fast to find the bullet, remove it and cauterize any damage done to internal organs. The wounded man will need either plasma (if you have a bag), or a blood transfusion. Somebody in the group will have the same blood type or be a universal donor.

You can make a INT+ MED check TN 16 now. Your character sheet gives you two chances to make a successful roll. Pass on the first roll and it is a flawless surgery. Fair one roll and it’s a dicey operation. Fail both and it’s just a case of you not getting to the man in time to save his life, and all you can do is make him comfortable or euthanize him.]

"This man is dying and will die if moved, Hope, stand here, you'll hold the emt duffel open for me," he sets in her arms, slips his hands into self shrinking latex gloves, slaps an anesthetic patch on the man's neck, and begins removing his bandages...


OOC:  23:01, Today: Dr. Abang Kaos rolled 20 using 3d6+7 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System (({5}, 4, 4)).
Spend the stunts on Speed and not depleting medical supplies.
Let me know how long it takes, I'll write up a descriptive post at the appropriate point...

In reply to Dr. Abang Kaos (msg # 18):

Van nodded in understandiung, definitely a medic.

"Understood. Can anyone network our personal hand terminals to provide comms? Network is down or locked out. But can still function as radio in local mode, I think.

"Yuri, Alis, please guard back-trail. Replace grill if possible.

"Will scout our route using drone."

Using the HUD he started to send the drone on ahead, using the sensors to examine the passage for the smuggler's route markings as before.

Having satisfied herself that their aren't any zombies sneaking up on them at the moment Kattalin turns her attention back to the group just as the doctor starts his work, but answers the other question.  ”I can reconfigure your devices as needed, and probably assist in whatever it is you plan to do with the ship, but I no longer have my own to work from so I will need to borrow someone else's or one that has been recovered.”
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Kala will pass her comm unit over to Kattalin.

"Do your best," she smiles, still uncertain and nervous, but feeling a whole lot better now that there are several of them, somewhat armed and with a purpose and possible route off the rock.

Alis holds he hand out with a hand terminal to Kat.

"Took this off a CPM goon, I managed to unlocked it but, their network was down as well. Maybe you'll have better luck then I did."


She taps her helmet with one finger near her ear. "I also have their radio net up, but it's jibber jabber at this point. Lots of panic."


She looks over at Van. "On it. I barred the door to the parlour as well." She replies, then makes sure the grate they all came it is back in place.

Kattalin accepts however many hand terminals they want to contribute, taking the information from each one set up and applying it to the next so they can not only communicate with each other, but do so at least semi privately.

[Private to GM:
16:32, Today: Secret Roll: Kattalin Zubiri rolled 17 using 3d6+8 (2 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {2}, 2, 5.  Technology (Hacking)
2 stunt points. SPEED DEMON: You complete your test in half the time it would otherwise take]

In reply to Kattalin Zubiri (msg # 23):

He put the drone in hover mode and handed over his hand terminal.

Hope follows Abang's instructions, helping out as he directs. While doing so she replies to Kala that she doesn't know Naomi Cooper.

Shinsato did not trust easily...and placing his trust in these new folk was not easy.  His guard was up and thus his eyes and ears were alert to all that went on around him.  He still felt it odd that they went out of their way to help them...it seemed more like a bait and follow scheme for some, as of yet, unknown purpose.

He stayed near Abang and instructed Kala to watch over his mother close to where he and the doctor were.  Shinsato offered Abang whatever assistance, if any, the man might need.

Kaeya leads Ms. Hirotsugu head down the tunnel to the left away from the surgery but remains within eyesight. The young teenage girl is still holding a piece rebar in her hand, while the older woman looks thoroughly confused.

Dr. Abang Kaos begins working on the gut shot man, while Kattalin Zubiri begins to network everyone’s hand terminals so at least line of site communication can be carried out. Despite having quite a few hand terminals to update the Martian woman quickly and efficiently links them together.

The man armed with an auto rifle heads down the maintenance tunnel with Nguyen Van Loc’s drone following behind. With the dim lighting he soon disappears from view.

[Private to Drone: Upon getting to a T intersection the man stops. He then man uses Belter hand signals to indicate that they need to go right, but also indicates that he will wait before moving on.]

[Private to Dr. Abang Kaos:
You can describe your surgery and getting the man ready to move again.]

Kala takes the moment of downtime to reassess herself, push away the images of lovely Naomi covered with whatever that glowing . . . stuff was, and evaluate her new companions. It's time to stop panicking and start thinking. Though, for the life of her, she cannot think what to do next.

Maybe they can get to the docks. And maybe they can find a ship that hasn't been destroyed. And maybe they can get aboard, fire it up and blast away, evading anything the security goons shoot at them. Maybe. Lots and lots of maybe's.

She checks the pistol, makes sure the magazine is fully loaded, and then looks around to see if she can help anyone else. Take her mind off the spiral of panic.

That kid with the old lady. She looks like she needs help.

She approaches Kaeya and Mrs. Hirotsugu, speaking to the old woman while nodding encouragement to the girl.

"Sounds like we've got a plan to get out of here," she says, as brightly as she can. "Won't be long now."

Kaela looks up at the Earther. "Hey, what ship did you and everyone else crew?"

Dr. Kaos works quickly and mostly quietly, though he is angrily muttering something in Chinese the whole time.  He ruthlessly cauterizes and plugs bleeders as he opens the gut shot wound further and within a few minutes Dr. Kaos has removed the bullet, with a surprisingly small amount of further blood loss to the patient.   Abang spends a bit more time and caution closing his abdomen up.

Dr. Kaos then simply announces, not loudly, but his voice carries across the remaining group, "He is stable, but I need someone who is blood type A or O or this man might not make it."


[Private to group Chinese: He seems to be both cursing the man his "stupidity for stepping in front of a bullet" and calling upon ancient Chinese gods to "bar him from heaven if he dares die on me", it also sounds like a few times he might have pleaded for the man's life, though his tone is always slightly angry and indignant.]