<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.wallpapersafari.com/20/22/G8NIdh.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>The Beast of a Billion Backs</strong></em></span></span><br/>I reserve the right to change the title depending on the horror unleashed.<br/>Roleplay with Perpetually Annoyed Cleric<br/>System: Mothership: Scifi Horror RPG (https://tuesdayknightgames.itch.io/mothership-players-survival-guide)<br/><br/>Near the Coreward end of the known galaxy, bathed in the faint, flickering bruise-colored light of the distant Void Dancer's Roil, lies the small and unassuming Forsellis system. Centered on the star, Forsellis, a brilliant blue giant of immense size and power, it was first charted by the UNCE Survey Vessel Dahmer nearly one thousand years ago and named for one of its crew members. It is sparsely inhabited for its size, and has little in way of resources, save as a fueling depot on the way to more lucrative destinations. Around a large gas giant, the one habitable rock, Forsellis IVa, (if it can be called such) is a windswept ice field. It is home to the mining colony that hauls He-3 and radioactives up its space elevator to the massive fueling station of Prospero's Dream. The rest of the system consists mainly of other gas giants, barren rocks with trace atmospheres and the aforementioned ice fields, a treacherous ever-shifting expanse of ice asteroids the size of moons that ring the system like a wall, leaving the interior relatively hazard free.<br/><br/>Near the inside edge of the ice wall, reality flickers as a hole through space-time tears itself into being. As soon as it appears, it is gone as the CS Twilight snapped into reality, taking the place of the tear. It is a medium sized vessel leased from the Dreyr TechnoLogistics Company. A few jumps ago, the ship had taken on its cargo manifests and was on its way through the system. The company atemporal financiers had calculated that if the Twilight were quick, they would be able to reap a sizable profit with only a quick stop over in Forsellis for a fuel pick up. Along the way, the Twilight would be handing over some needed O2 scrubbers and some assorted contraband for the miners to numb the pain of being miners.<br/><br/>With the imminent threat of appearing within another object (and subsequent fusion explosion) over with, the ship's computer began to spool up diagnostics and bring systems back online. First up was the ship's android, Ellie-7. She would bounce protocol back and forth with the computer to reacquire proper chrono-synchronization, (they had been in hyperspace for six days, five hours, and twenty-two minutes, acceptable chrono-varience). Next she would bring up life support to make sure that the air within the ship was breathable to the four sleeping crew members held in stasis in the cryochamber. Even with such a short journey through hyperspace, humans needed, nay required, the use of cryosleep. Staying awake in hyperspace hurt your heart and damaged your soul as hallucinations of evil things and black thoughts invaded your waking dreams, at least... one hoped they were simply hallucinations.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/aY3HaKC.jpg)</div>While the ship hummed towards Prospero's Dream, the four sleeping humans were brought back to the land of the living. Ellie-7 watched over their reanimation with fascination as cold, almost lifeless organic matter began to plump and turn pink with renewed oxygenated blood. Ice cold limbs began to shiver uncontrollably for the few minutes as they were brought back to the more pleasant 98.6F of life. The cryochamber blasted the room with almost too hot air, and the cryofluid that kept the humans from aging now flushed with warmth to help control their ascent back to the living. One particular human, a blond bombshell held Ellie's gaze the longest. Her curves were soft to the touch, but held well toned muscle underneath, with golden strands of hair that were as soft as silk, never damaged from the constant dive and ascent of cryo. The woman's lips were like soft pillows that only needed-<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, Kristina. You are the first crew member to regain consciousness. Please do not move too suddenly or open your eyes just yet. You need to reacclimate from any possible cryosickness that may have occurred." Already, the android began tending to the others as they moved stiffly from being held in place for near a week. "Your clothes are at the foot end of your chamber, where you left them. Please wait for the EKG and bioscanner to green light your health before moving. At the very least, Ellie would be able to admire Kristina's form for a few minutes longer.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Go ahead and roll a Body Save to get things started. just roll 1d100 and get it under your body stat of 30.<br/>You pass, you can remove the 2 stress you started with.<br/>You fail, it stays where it is. <br/>If you roll a critical fail (ie 33, 44, 55, 66,77, etc), add 1d5Stress</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>