- Dude helped build the particle accelerator at Fermilab.
- His second career is as a sci-fi author.
- He was among the original Traveller playtester and ran a campaign back in the seventies.
- He's on a first-name basis with most of the principals involved at good ol' GDW.
So the BTS Leviathan visited two more solar systems and encountered one other starship. The first planet they encountered was another slowship colony set down on a Marslike world with a a thin, tainted atmosphere. The locals live a Road Warrior-like existence, raiding each other in custom dunebuggies and landcruisers and whatnot. Peaceful contact was made with the dome city closest to the dilapidated starport, where they entered into a trade agreement with Boss Udag, the fat bastard running the dome. At first Udag wasn't sure if he wanted to do business with these soft outworlders, but Jo's grunt PC Malachi turned him around. Malachi ended up in a duel with one of Udag's warriors, over a misunderstanding at a banquet. Not only did the starhopper trounce one of his best men, Malachi put a cherry on top of the affair by gratuitously beheading the mofo. That's why the party decided to name the joint Vegas. What happens there, stays there.
While the away team was enjoying this little scene, the bridge crew were dealing with an issue of their own, in the form of a bogey burning through space towards them at 4 or 5gs. The vessel turns out to be the Shoji, another Levathan-class merchant explorer owned by rival corporation MacLellan Factors. The Shoji hails them: "Marcucci, stand down and prepare to be boarded!"
At this point I almost started a third action sequence. The shuttlecraft was at the northern polar region cutting ice for fuel (no gas giant in system and the poles are the only standing water on the surface). With no stats prepared and no PCs present for this operation, I decided on the spot to roll a 7 or less on 2d6 for the shuttlecraft to be jumped by yetis. That's not in the module, I was just being a dick. But for most of the night my dice were going the way of the party.
Case in point: the Shoji incident. The bridge crew did the smart and totally not-PC thing of not immediately going for the space combat rules. They figured out that the Shoji had misidentified them as the Marcucci, a vessel of their same class that had been hijacked and turned pirate a few years back. What neither party knew was that the boys back at MacLellan corporate HQ had altered the Identify Friend or Foe software on all their vessels in the subsector, intentionally misidentifying the Leviathan as the pirate vessel, in hopes of provoking an incident. With the PC's catching me by surprise by actually exercising restraint, I gave Captain Zadek of the Shoji a 10+ to figure out what was going on.
Dice came up a five and a six, so instead of a shoot-out Tom's PC and Zadek talked things out like civilized men, over a bottle of wine. Their gentleman's agreement included a non-aggression pact, respect for prior claims, and splitting part of the unexplored subsector between them. As this was happening the party hothead was racking his brain as to how to get onboard the Shoji and seize the vessel, bomb them or at least steal their stardata, but this general belligerence never made it out of the planning stage.
So both vessels zoomed out of Vegas with no space shooting. Boo hiss. For their efforts the PCs come away with a trade agreement with a local tinpot, knowledge that at least one vessel in the subsector won't shoot them on site, some ornate hand-crafted lowtech weapons, and quite a bit of local booze, which the party has yet to discover is actually a byproduct of the dome's waste recycle system. Good times.
The next system is a dense blue giant that captured a brown dwarf and one of its satellites during a close pass a few million years ago. The brown dwarf got so close to the main star that all that is left of it nowadays is a spiral of gaseous material. The one world is another Mars-type in an orbit highly eccentric to the star's plane of rotation. This planet sports a series of wicked scars in the form of multiple parallel Valles Marineris style super-canyons. Near the bottom of one of these mega-rifts, close to the canyon wall, is a beacon emitting a nav signal on an old imperial frequency.
The landing party puts the pinnace down on a small landing pad near the beacon, which is mounted atop a fairly large building of cheap corrugated prefab metal slabs leaning right up against canyon wall. No one is out and about, so they hoof it to the front door and pull the rope, ringing some bell with a nice, satisfying low-register bong. The front door opens and they are greeted by a human in a monk's robe, wearing a holy symbol-type amulet depicting a seven-pointed star. End of session.
*"Are we playing the standard Traveller rules?" "Yeah, the original three books, roll 2d6 for most stuff and hope for a high number, etc." "No, I mean the jump drive and interstellar communication rules. Those are what make a game Traveller." That dude is smart.