Round 1-2w

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World – Round 1, Turn 2

Tableau
Use 8S - Survivor in a space suit
[Moderate Impact]

Inside the cramped cargo container, the frustrated saboteur roughly smacked his radio transmitter, getting nothing but static.  Eventually he threw the noisy hunk of junk against the metal wall where it cracked in half and clattered to the floor in a mess of parts.  Behind him, the caged Ithri emitted a snarling, gurgling sound.

"I know, right?" the space pirate said, looking back at the captive alien.  "Leave me stranded for three days in this freezing, drifting coffin… you'd think Baal could at least spring for a working goddamn radio."

The Ithri snarled again, pacing back and forth within the limited confines of its prison, emitting strange, low-pitched clicking noises.  The pirate frowned.  He couldn't make heads or tails of the alien's weird vocalization, but the clicking was new.  He shrugged.  The gravity was back on now, which probably meant atmo and heat.  Time to go collect his payment and get off this floating junk heap.

Picking up his plasma pistol, he released the latches on the panel covering the end of the cargo pod and pushed the heavy door outward.  It crashed down loudly into the darkened cargo bay beyond, bringing with it a wave of dank, partially scrubbed atmo.  The ship's auxiliary power was back on and the dimly flashing emergency lights illuminated everything with a weak, pulsating glow. Unsurprisingly, there was someone else standing in the bay.

The saboteur emerged from the pod with his weapon drawn and immediately lowered the plasma thrower at Jericho.  "Bout damn time you showed up.  No funny business, compadre.  I did my part, now you do yours.  Take me to Baal and no one gets hurt.  Otherwise…" he held up a trigger switch in his other hand.  "… I'll release our friend here and we'll all be fucked."  He motioned with his weapon to the cargo bay exit.  "Let's go."

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Round 1-2w

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