Five Parsecs From Home

While I am waiting for a box of models to arrive to make my enemies for the next campaign turn, I’ve been reflecting on the game so far. I’ll play some more turns before writing a formal review but as I was lucky enough to get featured on Community Spotlight this week I thought it might help anyone who was interested and deciding whether to jump in to the game.

Five Parecs is the brainchild of Ivan Sorensen of Nordic Weasel Games and he’s also done a fantasy version and a post apocalyptic version, but Parsecs is the first to receive a proper print copy published by Modiphius.

[I am actually really interested in the post apocalyptic version (Five Clicks from the Zone) because I am a huge Fallout fan and when I picked up Five Parsecs I immediately thought a Fallout reskin would be amazing. Much as I love Fallout Wasteland Warfare, what it is really missing is a procedurally generated solo campaign system. It already has a detailed AI system and all the factions and models you would need, and I really enjoy the mechanics. I am trying not to be distracted by it just yet though!]

This first published version is actually the game’s third edition, so it has been played and polished for some time and that is evident in the quality of the book and the rules. It has also been quickly followed by a PDF expansion which adds some optional variety to the games. For example, seasoned players tend to find the encounters can get a bit easier as their crew levels up, so the expansion adds ways to mix up the enemy behaviours and add more challenge to the battles. As I understand it when a couple more such expansions have been added, they may be treated to another glossy volume by Modiphius.

For me the real fun in the game are the RPG elements and the storytelling. As a solo game you can really immerse yourself in these aspects. The tabletop gameplay is really simple – nothing overly complex to learn – and the games play out pretty quickly. I have also really enjoyed putting thought into the miniatures for my crew, and sourcing models for the enemies. The book gives a brief description of the enemies which is just enough inspiration to go model shopping, without being so prescriptive as to make that job impossible without a dedicated model range. Travelling to new planets affords the opportunity to build thematic tables and create distinctive battlescapes. In this way it is a solo gamers dream. You could play it cooperatively of course but you would probably have to enjoy storytelling with your accomplices and be of a similar mind in that regard.

The missions are probably not going to offer a deep intellectual puzzle for gamers who are that way inclined, the objectives are relatively simple as is the AI, but the enemies are dangerous. One shot kills are a real threat. There are no multiple wound profiles. When you’re out you’re out. There are a couple of ways to avoid casualties – luck points and stimm packs – but if the dice go against you, you can get routed, and that will set you back as you pay medical costs or have to do without crew members for a number of missions. I’ve found that with a story-first approach the table top battles are fun, engaging and can be really tense right up to the end. Equally, in the pre- and post-battle sequences there are myriad dangers awaiting your crew. Also myriad rewards. These processes are, for me, as fun as the tabletop battles themselves.

The other thing I have really enjoyed is writing up the campaign story-style. Like most of us who dream of writing a novel one day, the moment we try to put pen to paper we get stuck after a clever opening paragraph, never to complete even one chapter. However, with the procedural generation of the campaign giving you the “what”, you can to decide the “why” and the stories then write themselves.

I’m guessing people who don’t like reading won’t have reached this paragraph so I won’t apologise for the wordy nature of the project!! I’m keen to keep on writing even if it’s only me that reads it!

All in all I am loving Five Parsecs so far, and I am still heavily motivated to continue. And for me that’s the highest praise I can give the game – anything that can hold my attention past the 4 game mark is doing something very right!

The crew returned to camp at the Enlightenment, weary from the mission and ready to sleep. The fight was intense, but it was the journey that caused the fatigue. The consequences of keeping a low profile meant travelling overnight, mostly on foot. So it was to their complete dismay that they arrived at camp to find the fire lit and three figures casting long flickering shadows across the grass.

“Shit”, sighed Jaryk, “Petev’s here.”

As they approached, Petev turned and spread his arms wide. “Jaryk, my friend, welcome back! Your mission was successful – well done!”

“Yes. The upload was made as directed. Wait, I was planning to visit you in the morning, how do you know already? And to what to I owe the ‘pleasure’ of another personal visit?”

Petev motioned to his entourage to wait by the fire while he approached Jaryk.

“Friend”, started Petev, “things have escalated quicker than I had hoped. I need you to start the final part of the job immediately. As a token of goodwill, here is your pay for the first job, and there is more where that came from on completion of the second.”

Petev handed Jaryk a stack of credit chips and eyed each of the crew members in turn to look for any signs of hostility. All he saw was tiredness. Jaryk pocketed the credits. “Look,” whispered Jaryk in a low voice, “I don’t need to know why we just walked the soles of our shoes off and spent nearly all of our ammunition shooting our way through a nest of giant insects just to insert an obsolete disk into a relic of a computer. Heck, I don’t want to know. But asking my crew to turn on their heels and hike again without any rest? Why?”

Petev looked to the night sky for a good few moments, before sighing and nodding twice. “Ok. You are leaving this world after this job, and by my reckoning you have no desire to return any time soon. So there is little risk to me in sharing the nature of our predicament. I know I promised you information about the government shipment, and I will keep my word, but that will come AFTER the next mission. The two things are unrelated…mostly..”

Petev then proceeded to explain that he knew the previous mission had been successful because he had received an immediate encoded response from the recipient of the data. Before Jaryk could open his mouth to ask the obvious question, Petev continued to explain that he personally could not send such a data-heavy transmission off-world. The traffic would be noticed even if the content of the data was secure, and discretion in this matter was absolutely critical. Literal life and death. In every outward appearance, Petev was a legitimate and successful businessman, one of New Pallas’ social elite, but he also played another role, a vital but unofficial one, outside of the constraints and the bureaucracy of government. You see Petev, and a cabal of the world’s other wealthy elite, took it upon themselves to ensure the continued prosperity of New Pallas. Governments come and go, and they only serve themselves. There are myriad risks to the fragile ecosystem of commerce, and government simply was not agile enough to manage them, let alone the fact they rarely looked beyond their own pockets.

Petev and his associates had become aware of the biggest threat to their livelihood that they had ever encountered. The planet was being targeted for invasion, and the invaders were the Converted, a cyborg race that replenishes their ranks through captives and corpses, adding circuitry and machine parts to assimilate the conquered into their legions. Jaryk had heard of the Converted of course, they were one of the galaxy’s biggest threats, but to hear that they were so close was deeply disturbing. The data packet that Jaryk’s crew had uploaded was a full dossier of evidence of this fact, sent to Petev’s off-world contacts to perform analysis and ensure the government and military were informed through ‘official’ Unity channels. In the meantime, there was an immediate on-world threat that needed to be dealt with.

The source of the evidence came via one of Petev’s spies staking out an old freight hub. She had observed that an organised group of thugs had moved in and were displaying odd patterns of behaviour. At first glance they just seemed to be vagrants or nomads, looking to make the compound their home. However, their movements and actions were far too regimented and procedural for that to be the case. Further observation led to the only viable conclusion. Converted Infiltrators. Members of a world’s own population, taken and partially assimilated without altering their external features. Just enough cyberware to take control of the host to use them to make preparations for the invading forces, without alerting the locals. As far as Petev knew, these were currently the only Converted operatives in the area, and they now must be destroyed. The Converted must be delayed for long enough for the official channels to get their act together, otherwise New Pallas would be overrun before the bureaucrats had even assembled a planning committee.

This is why the next mission is important, and this is why there could be no delay. Petev suggested two hours rest and then head out, fully armed and ready for a proper fight. No wildlife this time!

As Petev and his goons headed off into the distance, Jaryk’s crew formed around him, and he filled them in on the details.

“But why us?” Asked Jase. “Ok we can handle ourselves, but there must be much better fighting forces around here who could obliterate that compound in no time at all? It doesn’t make sense.”

“It makes perfect sense”, chimed Leela, realisation dawning as she spoke. “This isn’t about making sure the job goes right. It’s protecting the downside if it all goes wrong. We are mercs, unaffiliated with any official body. That gives Petev two advantages. One, if we get beat, the Converted will likely just assume we are chancers looking to take the compound for ourselves, no reason for them to suspect they have been discovered. Two, well, we are expendable. If we die, no-one cares…”

The crew stalked up to the compound early the next morning. Two hours sleep and a 4 hour hike after last night’s uplifting conversation. A little observation revealed two details. Firstly, there were 4 men working in the compound. They were armed and were indeed moving in an oddly procedural manner. Second, there was a woman watching the group from a nearby building, keeping out of sight of the Infiltrators, but clearly visible from their approach. A spy. Likely Petev’s operative, still hunkered down and making reports. Leela suggested that she make for the spy in an effort to speak to her and see if she could glean any helpful information. Jaryk agreed and asked Leela to see if she could persuade the spy to lend her gun to the fight. A long shot, but you never know.

As Leela made for the spy’s location, the rest of the crew moved in, silently until their weapons were in range whereupon they opened fire. It seemed their shooting skills were impacted by their lack of rest and most shots fired wide. Jaryk managed to hit and stun one of the Infiltrators, but failed to do material damage. The enemy, alerted to their presence, drew their weapons and made for the nearest cover. Their shots on the move were also wild but they had adopted strong firing positions from within cover. [The enemies have the “aggressive” AI traits. One of the features is that they will not willingly enter a brawl against characters with a higher combat skill. As their skill is +0, versus the crew all having +1, they would not seek a brawl, so I chose to move them to optimise weapon range and cover, but not advance just for the sake of it].

Jase, consistently the best shooter of the crew [nothing to do with his stats – his dice have been by far the best] stunned another Infiltrator. Again, no lasting damage but it limited their ability to fire back. But fire back they did, and with a crack of a rifle, followed by the bang of bullet on metal, Patrol Bot Jim fell in slow motion to the ground. The crew were shocked. This fight was real.

Leela reached the spy, who by this time was very well aware of the crew’s presence, allowed Leela to approach, and they had a short conversation. Yes she knew Petev, yes she knew who they were and why they were here, and no, she would absolutely not be leaving her position, raising her weapon, or in any other way alerting the Infiltrators to her presence, If the crew were defeated, her work needed to continue. [The “Notable Interest” rolled for this battle was “Person of Interest”, placed 2D6+2 in a random direction from the centre of the battlefield. Forgoing a combat action whilst in contact earns you 1 Story Point. So this is why this encounter was worked in. Story Point obtained.]

[At the end of Turn 2 I chose to roll on the optional Battle Event table. The result was “Renewed Effort”. Not good for me. At the end of each enemy turn, a random enemy gets to go again!]

Beyond the wall of the spy’s building was open ground, so Leela bided her time before stepping out. The rest of the crew, fuelled by adrenaline following Jim’s departure, allowed their full military training to kick in. They worked the available cover, firing from as secure positions as possible. But the cyber-enhanced thugs were equally cunning. One of them stepped up, and fired both barrels of his shotgun into Jaryk. His aim was true, and a shell pierced Jaryk’s armour. His vision went grainy, and the colour started to drain from the world. As he fell, he fumbled for the stimm pack on his belt, and just managed to inject it as he hit the ground. The drug worked immediately [wow, I was really lucky to acquire stimms last campaign turn!!], and Jaryk rolled to his feet, groggy but the pain feeling somewhat distant as he raised his hand cannon and returned fire on his assailant. Bullseye! Right between the eyes before the Infiltrator could duck back into cover. Jaryk sank back to his knees as the world swam around him. He would live.

The infiltrators seemed momentarily confused, perhaps the cyborg implants not entirely able to override the human emotion at the loss of a comrade. The opening was all the crew needed. Jeff immediately drilled the enemy lieutenant in the chest and he sank to the ground, and Jase levelled a third enemy with his trusty shotgun. The fourth managed to snap an ineffectual shot back before Jase blasted him out of cover, the shotgun once again doing the work [Jase’s rolls continued to be devastating!]. None of the enemies showed any signs of life. Job done.

[As the crew held the field they completed the mission and were able to explore the battlefield. They acquired some starship parts. A roll on the invasion table resulted in the planet not being invaded at this time. Perfect for the narrative! The crew also picked up a Rattle Gun from the Loot Table (decent!). A roll for Patrol Bot Jim’s injury resulted in “no lasting damage” which helpfully means no missed turns in repairs. I will narrative in that Petev had him fixed at his own expense as a reward. We rolled 6 credits as the reward, and spent two giving blades to Jaryk and Jase. For one credit, a basic melee weapon is fantastic value. The Campaign Event resulted in damaged Life Support on the ship (again!! On a D100 table that’s amazing. Clearly the Enlightenment has a weakness there. Luckily only one credit to fix this time. And the character event went to Jaryk (again!! The randomised D4 has rolled him every time!). This time his event gave him 2 extra XP which makes up for last round when he couldn’t earn any. He used all the XP earned this round to add a point of toughness.]

“Leaving so soon?”

Jaryk turned slowly and placed the crate he was carrying carefully on the floor. He cursed under his breath. Another half an hour and New Pallas would have been a shrinking sphere in the rear viewports of the Enlightenment. This was bad timing.

“Petev! I was just coming to see you!” Jaryk lied.
“Sure, sure you were. Well I saved you the walk then don’t you think?” Petev grinned with a pearly white smile that only money could buy.

Petev Liamson was a patron that Jaryk had met upon his arrival at New Pallas, and he had been systematically deprioritising his jobs ever since. Call him paranoid but whenever someone can work the word “dangerous” three times into one sentence you tend not to get overly excited about the “opportunity” being sold to you.

“Look,” Petev continued, “ I know how it is. I know more than you think I know. You want to be on that old ship of yours, away from New Pallas, and as far as you can get from your responsibilities. Am I right? I think I am close, yes? I understand and I can help you. I am a busy man. I have two small jobs that need doing. Do them for me and I will pay you well AND give you some information. That crate you were holding? The one that, shall we say, ‘fell off’ of a government convoy? Something doesn’t sit right with you does it? I have some detail on that particular cargo. After the job, before you leave, I will tell you what I know. Come talk to me tomorrow.”

Jaryk met Petev’s eye with a cool gaze of his own, desperately trying not to appear as surprised as he felt inside. He simply nodded and returned to loading the crates.

After a disturbed nights sleep, Jaryk met with Petev to get the job detail. Get into an old communications outpost, insert a disk into the mainframe, and initiate the file upload. The system would then beam the data off-world. Jaryk knew better than to ask what was on the disk, or where the upload was going, better not to know. They key detail of concern was that the outpost was infested with giant bugs. Of course it was…

[This is the last of the initial patron jobs that we picked up at the beginning of the campaign, and this was the last campaign turn in which we could complete it. Additionally, this patron is “busy” meaning we can do another job for them in the following campaign turn. So two jobs for Petev! This one is a “Deliver” mission]

The crew set about their work. Jase and Leela hit the training rooms whilst Jeff and Jim were sent to explore the markets, using their scanners to record anything of note. Jim heard word of another patron looking for a mercenary crew to undertake work for them, but Jaryk wasn’t looking for any more reasons to extend their stay. Jeff reported seeing the same stranger that gave them the tip-off about the raid on the corp compound, but couldn’t determine what he was up to. Jaryk and K’Vani went out to see what they could trade. They picked up a shotgun (useful against the bugs they would soon be facing) and also some high class food and drink which could be used to impress a guest should they need to.

Geared up, the crew made for the communications outpost ready for a fight. Upon arrival, the mainframe and transmitter were clearly visible atop a building in the centre of the compound. Jaryk set in motion a plan similar to the one that worked well against the Krorg. He would dash for the transmitter, with K’Vani watching his back. The others spreading out to separate the enemy. The next few minutes were a cacophony of gunfire. As the bugs charged in, they were met with a hail of bullets. Large and easy to target, the crew were able to force them back repeatedly but putting them down proved difficult. They were tough! Patrol Bot Jeff was the first to kill one of the giant bugs and that hardened the crew’s resolve. These things were killable!

Jaryk climbed up to the communications mainframe and inserted the disk. The transmitter clicked into life and the antenna turned to face a specific point in the sky. It took only seconds. As the nearest target, the bugs had closed on Jaryk’s position. As he retreated, a blast from his hand cannon put another one of the bugs down. K’Vani, in a rare display of firearm prowess, aimed and fired her pistol, killing another bug. It was going well. Jaryk gave the order to remain and clear out all of the bugs. No running away this time.

K’Vani felt the rush of blood she had been waiting for. She set her sights on the nearest bug, drew her blade, and prepared her charge. No crude guns for this fight – it was time for hand to hand. Then, to her complete dismay, her target exploded in front of her eyes. She turned to see Jase, still staring down the barrel of his shotgun, smoke pouring from its barrels. K’Vani glared furiously at him. But Jase simply shrugged and moved on.

The fight ended quite quickly after that. The bugs, tough as they were, not able to withstand the barrage of fire, and not intelligent enough to seek cover. The crew were free to loot the area unhindered before reporting back to Petev.

[The crew found 3 credits worth of scrap, some stimm packs and a couple of guns. The stimm packs could certainly come in useful as they can stave off death if a character would otherwise be downed as a casualty. 5 credits in total from Petev as well. He was true to his word after all!]

After the dust had settled on the first mission, Jaryk remained keen to leave the world and put distance between himself and the army. However, while the crew were in town to pick up supplies they overheard an interesting conversation. A government supply convoy had run into trouble in the wastes just outside town. Apparently they had been set upon by a pack of Krorg – vicious bear-like creatures – and in the panic to escape they had lost one of the supply crates. The last they saw of it, it was being pawed around by the giant creatures, presumably trying to determine if it contained food.

By the sounds of it, the couriers were very keen to retrieve the lost container, but it would take a while to requisition the gear and military personnel who could do the job. If it was worth enlisting the military then the gear was definitely worth having – Jaryk saw an opportunity! Get straight out there and grab the container for himself before the New Pallas bureaucracy could even find the right forms and sharpen their pencils.

Before setting out the crew decided it would be worthwhile finding out a bit more about these Krorg beasts.  After asking around the local market area, it turns out that the beasts used to belong to a nomad warlord who kept them as a personal indulgence and status symbol. When he died, the new leader had no interest in the food bill and the daily damage they caused, and released them into the wild. There they now roam, scavenging for food and worrying any travellers who came within half a mile of them. They were not to be underestimated!

The crew prepared quickly but thoroughly. Bots Jeff and Jim made their repair protocols useful and managed to successfully fix both the damaged shotgun they had acquired and also Leela’s damaged cyber hand. Jase grabbed the shotgun as he immediately saw it’s value against large animals. Jase also managed to trade a single frakk grenade for a “boosted arm” implant in the markets. Leela picked up some ship repair parts, which would come in useful in the future whilst Jaryk and K’Vani spent some time in training.

The crew travelled on foot, overnight, to avoid any notice from the authorities and also to scope the area and try not to alert the Krorg before they really needed to. Jase spotted the crate using a long scope and Jaryk led the crew in as daylight broke on the wasteland. The Krorg could be seen in the distance, just waking up by the looks of it. With any luck they could get a bit closer to the crate before the animals’ noses clicked into gear.

The plan worked [successful seize the initiative roll] and the crew fanned out and got themselves closer to the crate than were the Krorg.

Sensing K’Vani’s anxiousness to blood her weapons, Jaryk assigned her as his personal bodyguard. He persuaded her that there could be no glory in dying in battle at the claws of these feral beasts. She wanted a noble death, and there was no such thing to be had here. He also knew that whilst her enthusiasm was great, and her skills true, her weapons would likely break upon the armour of these savages. Reluctantly she agreed to stay on plan and not charge in.

Then, without warning, the Krorg stirred. As one their heads turned in the crew’s direction. The race was on! Jaryk, comfortably the fleetest of foot (as slippery devils often are!) made a run for the crate, covering the ground quickly. K’Vani kept pace as best she could. The others kept a wide fan to present multiple targets to confuse the Krorg and unloaded their weapons, albeit to little effect. The Krorg were big, tough, and heavily armoured.

Jaryk managed to grab the crate before the Krorg could reach it and turned tail, firing wildly behind him. His shots never endangering their target, all military training out of the window as he ran for his life. The rest of the crew kept the wide gun line, retreat, fire, retreat, fire. Jase was the only successful shooter. His military discipline (and his new shotgun!) kept a steady hand, managing to down two of the Krorg during the retreat. [I forgot that Krorg are +1 to hit because of their size, so I might have missed a few hits for the crew, but with mostly 5 or 6 to wound a Krorg and their 5+ save I don’t think it mattered much!] During the retreat it became clear that there would be no chance of destroying the remaining Krorg before they reached brawling range (and allowing that to happen would have been suicide) and therefore there was no chance of holding the field and searching the area for any other salvage – no time for heroics – the crew had their prize and they ran for safety.

Back at Enlightenment, Jaryk expectantly prised open the crate. It was indeed worth the effort. A prototype gadget called an Insta-wall (an emergency force field) and some neural optimisation implants [wearer is immune to stun] would be incredibly useful!

Jaryk hoped there would be some clues in the crate as to the location of the source of the gear, or where it was ultimately headed, but sadly not. A dead end. [This was a “quest” mission but no quest rumours were found, so no progress in the quest]

Unfortunately on their return to the ship, the crew discovered that the life support system was failing and needed repair. That would have to be paid for immediately in case they had to make a swift exit. [The 3 credits earned from the mission didn’t last long!]

Also, a strange melancholy had come over Jaryk [His character event was “melancholy”  – meaning no xp for him next turn]. Something wasn’t right but he just couldn’t put his finger on it….

For the second campaign turn, I don’t need to worry about any more crew models as everyone survived and I didn’t want to pay in game for the upkeep of extra crew.

I did roll up a new enemy for the next encounter though. 6 of them (eek!). The enemy are called Krorg which are described as “These beasts resemble a bear from Old Earth, but with huge claws and a surly demeanour”. Their stats are pretty scary!

A bit of Googling later and Firestorm Games seemed to have the ideal models.

It turns out that the models were the ideal size, and looked the part. I can narrative in the armour etc. The only trouble was that the models were a bit of a pain. One piece, yes, but each model had about 20 resin injection points which was a nightmare to clean up. So I did a half assed job under the guise of “battle damage” and got on with it!

Following their successful escape from the Pallas 3 military outpost, the crew jumped into the battered Enlightenment and made the short hop to the main planet in the sector, New Pallas. Between them the crew had three potential contacts [in game: patrons] who could offer them work. The plan was to make a few quick credits and then head further into fringe space and away from the clutches of the Unity army.

All three patrons offered work of some form or another, two that needed to be completed quickly [this campaign turn] and one not quite so urgent [within 2 campaign turns].

Jaryk chose a corporate job, working for Orbital Operations. A corp should be good for the money at least. And the job sounded simple. Break into Dynamic Aggregates (a bitter rival of Orbital’s) compound, make a mess and then leave. Don’t steal anything – just send them a message – then leave through the back door. When exploring the town before the mission, the crew was stopped by a hooded stranger who claimed to work for Orbital Operations, and said that there would be an extra 2 credits added to the job if “making a mess” would include killing a particular target. The stranger also informed the crew that the security at the compound were Black Ops [elite hired muscle] and highly dangerous, but if they performed the job at a particular time the stranger could arrange for only the special target to be on the Dynamic Aggregates site, alone. This all sounded too good to be true, but it seemed within the realms of shady corporates using mercs to do their dirty work, so Jaryk decided to believe the stranger and proceed with caution. If they got there and were confronted by a full squad of Black Ops they could always turn tail! [After an initial panic at rolling for black ops as my first opponents, relief quickly followed when the roll for the number of enemies was snake eyes, meaning only 1 enemy (you take the highest result on 2 D6 rolls).  I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth whilst learning the rules etc, so decided to narrative the situation in, and let it be (hopefully) easy!]

The crew arrived at Dynamic Aggregates’ compound at the time indicated by the stranger and, and after scoping the area for a few minutes  were delighted to find just one Black Ops security guard as promised.

Taking no risks with his own safety (as was Jaryk’s nature) he sent the patrol bots in first, with the rest of the squad following behind. K’Vani protested at being prevented from charging in, but was persuaded that her chance would come. [Due to the extreme fortune leading to me having a huge outnumber advantage, I created a choke point to enter the compound to prevent a one-turn barrage of fire. The enemy would have a chance to do some damage and perhaps make a kill.]

As the bots entered the compound, there was a sudden explosion in a nearby building. Luckily none of the crew were close, so aside from a brief panic, no harm done.
The black ops guard, alerted by the alarm, became aware that something was afoot and moved cautiously towards the compound entrance, staying in cover. He was surprised to suddenly be confronted by an 8 foot tall patrol bot, guns pointed right at him. The bot shot twice, hitting both times, but failing to penetrate the black ops armour. The trooper moved back into cover and shot back, also hitting but failing to damage. Then another patrol bot appeared from behind a stack of crates and the world went black…

Easy. Suspiciously easy. Mission complete, credits received and the crew also salvaged 3 krakk grenades from the compound and found a personal trinket lying on the floor. This could be valuable to its owner if they could find them in the future. Also, in the main office in the compound, Jaryk found a military ID which would allow for easier obtaining of trading licences on new planets. Leela managed to damage her cyber hand, in a non combat incident, so will need to attempt repairs before the next job. [The crew also received their XP, and K’Vani was able to add a point of Toughness. That should placate her following the lack of fighting in the last mission!]

A short time later…

”High Admiral Tarff, this is Leela, do you read?”

”Affirmative Leela. Proceed.”

”The mission went as planned, High Admiral. Your operative posing as an Orbital Ops corpo cleared the compound as promised, and it was a straightforward job. One enemy casualty. None from our side. Neither Orbital Operations, nor Jaryk, suspected a thing.”

”Excellent. Well done. Keep me appraised of what my ungrateful son does next. I can’t keep him out of trouble forever. If he doesn’t come to his senses soon, he’s on his own. For good.”

Meet the crew of repurposed science vessel, The Enlightenment. The group is led by Jaryk Tarff, son of High Admiral Jervis Tarff, who is now a wanted deserter from the Unity army. Turning his back on the family path, seeking fame and fortune as a mercenary, he persuaded another soldier, Jase Rookson to join him and collaborate on their desertion. Next to join was ‘Leela’ (real name unknown), an engineer who for non-disclosed reasons underwent cosmetic surgery to look like a pre-expansion pop culture icon. What Jaryk doesn’t know is that ‘Leela’ is a secret agent, inserted into the military outpost by Jervis to keep an eye on his son and report back should he show any signs of leaving the family path. Angry but curious, Jervis instructed Leela not to interfere with Jaryk’s plans but to continue to follow and report on his activities. Leela was given the job of taking Tarff’s credits into the wastes to buy a ship. The Enlightenment was the best she could do. Old and battered but serviceable. Leela also reprogrammed two Patrol Bots, PB23-GEF and PB23-GIM (Jeff and Jim as they would be known) to obey Jaryk’s commands. It was on their patrol shift that the bots sub-routines would be overridden and facilitate the group’s collective escape. For good measure they also broke a K’Erin alien called K’Vani out of the outpost’s prison. A fearsome warrior, with a berserker-like grudge, she could be useful in a pinch. Outcast from her tribe who forbade female warriors, all she wants is to die a noble death in battle, and for word of her deeds to be returned to her tribe elders. Jaryk happily agreed to these terms. After all, it was free muscle…