These sessions are using my Firefly: Hurtlin’ Through the ‘Verse Rules based on AGE: Here’s the document if you are interested:
Part one- here.
Angie– Raina Patel
John– Justin Dodge
Elmer– John Salem
Chad– Derek Cyan (Not Present)
Drew– Max Power
Omar– Oscar Jennings
Liam– Nadicus Manners
Aside 1 – This adventure was inspired by the Mass Effect 2 DLC Katsumi: Lost Memories. I thought it would be quite a bit of fun set in the Firefly universe. I wasn’t wrong (although I’ll give all credit of the enjoyment to my players)
Aside 2- I gave the players the better part of an hour and a half to come up with a plan on how they wanted to do this. I gave them a rough floor plan (Mansion Estate Map more of a flow chart) of the manor, so they could decide where everyone wanted to operate.
For the purpose of speeding through this session recap without having to type all this up, I will summarize the final plan here.
Nadicus, Max, and John would walk around the gala as servants offering appetizers to the guests. Justin, having some cooking experience, would be in the kitchen ready to create a grease fire as a distraction if need be.
Max planned on starting a fight with one of the guests.
Raina and Oscar would schmooze Mr. Turrin into a tour of the vault to case it so Raina knew what she was up against when she hacked the system.
All in all it was a good plan after many debates, offered opinions, and considerations.. What could go wrong right?
A Night at the Ball
Everyone made it past security and into position at the gala without any incident. Everyone played their part of servant or guest well for over an hour. The first snag happened when a drunk and haggard looking noble approached Nadicus and mistook him for a servant who had been in her employee and in her bed many years past.
Not wanting to cause a scene Nadicus agreed to be carted off to the bathroom where he was subjected to all sorts of horrendous sights, sounds, and textures.
Eventually the fornicating couple was caught and escorted from the ballroom.
Oscar and Raina
The two quickly found their way to Yelum Turrin and began to inquire about his art collections and his knowledge about art and history from the Earth-That-Was. Oscar flubbed and partially made an ass of himself, but Raina was quick to act and glossed things over with a quick bat of the eyes and a winning smile.
She guided Yelum over to another piece of art and inquired about it. “This piece is magnificent! Where is it from?”
Yelum sighed tragically, “Sadly it is believed that this piece is destroyed. This is only a replica that I had made, at great cost, from images of it that still survive.” Yelum smiled at Raina, “if you like art, I would be honored to take you on a tour of my vault, under guard you understand. I can’t be too careful. You’re, um.. friend can come too, of course.”
With a polite bow from Yelum the duo were headed, accompanied by an armed guard, to the art vault.
Justin, John, and Max
John, being a man of god, was not comfortable with the plan at all. He decided the best way to stay out of trouble was to remain hidden in the bar, located in a room off the main hall. There he spied a guard coveting drinks from a flask he had hidden in his armor.
“Good day sir. Can you believe these rich idiots?” John grumbled.
“I know. They make more in a ruttin day than we do in our lifetime! And I have to protect them!” The guard murmured, the smell of gin wafting off his breath.
John’s eyes watered from the guard’s breath, “Well the job could be worse, you know. We could be stuck down in Beylix in the heaps hoping to God not to get methane poisoning.”
“Well if those gorram elites have their way and bust up the union, then we will be rutting well down there, won’t we?!”
“The unions having trouble?!” John asked, injecting as much shock into his voice as possible.
“You didn’t hear? Where you been? These rutting crooked UR thieves want to do away with our union. They’d rob us hand over gorram fist if they could get away with it!”
“Interesting…” John mused.
In the kitchen Justin grumpily finished off a difficult recipe of Canard a l’orange. “I’ve never even EATEN a ruttin duck! Yet these gluttons are snacking on it as if it’s nothing!” John flipped on his short range comlink, “Please tell me I can start a fire! What the ruttin hell is going on now?! I’m stuck in this kitchen!”
Max was the one who choose to answer, “You don’t need to start a fire just yet. Raina and Oscar just went down to the vault. I have a better idea.”
“You’ll see.” Max walked near the kitchen and accidentally bumped into a patron, spilling the tray all over him.
“You clumsy fool!” Cried the patron, looking horrified at his tuxedo.
“Who you callin’ a fool? You bumped into me!”
“Please tell me you’re not starting a fight!!” Justin whispered fiercely into his comlink.
“Oh my, a fight! You’d better go break it up my good man,” John’s calm voice wafted over the frequency.
“I bumped into no one you uneducated bumpkin! Do you even know who I am?!” The patron continued to rage.
“I don’t give a good gorram damn who you are! You think you could take me? You think you got what it takes?” Max roared starting forward.
The patron went calm, “I have something you will never have.”
“Yeah, what’s that?!”
“Honor!” Without another word the patron smacked Max straight in the face. Max rounded about, picking up the food tray and lobbing it at the patron, missing, and sending it careening into the back of a woman’s head, knocking her over and sending food all over other guests.
“Oh dear me. A big fight.” John’s voice came nervously over the frequency.
To be Concluded Tomorrow