Friday, February 27, 2015


Operation: Rescue the Koreshi Prisoners, part 2! The op went about as well as anyone could have hoped: we saved all the Koreshi test subjects, we destroyed the computers and samples while managing to steal at least a little for ourselves, and we blew the entire thing to kingdom come. On the downside, several of us were wounded, Bearden may or may not have escaped, and Jonas has been captured by forces that mean him no good. Ah, well. That’s a problem for next session.

Saturday, February 21, 2015


Operation: Rescue the Koreshi Prisoners, part 1! This week we raided the secret Creighton-1 facility in the hopes of saving experimental test subjects and generally causing mayhem and destruction. So far, so good.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles – Chapter VIII: Birthday Wishes

25 Autumn, 1927

The moon was bright overhead as they walked across the desert sands. Lyta could barely hear the sounds of the Askar camp anymore, the boastful talk on the eve of combat. It was good to be back among Koreshi, and even better to have Jonas with her again. She wondered if Ti knew how special he was for the Sand Riders to have accepted him at their fire, to have shared their food with him.

They had laughed easily while they sat side by side amongst the Koreshi warriors, Lyta translating when the conversation slipped into the secret language that Ti had not been taught. But as they walked further from the camp, the banter faded. Despite their enthusiastic reunion earlier in the afternoon, Lyta found herself falling into old patterns of awkward silence. She glanced over at the man she had thought was dead, that she had begged God and the Prophet to bring back to her, to give her one more chance to tell him how she felt, and she said nothing.

Friday, February 13, 2015


Reunion time! When Ti Corovan comes back into the picture, you know it’s time for one thing: exposition. (What, you thought I was gonna say something else?)

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Of Family Ties and Strange Territories

25 Autumn, 1927

Esmé shook her head free of the towel and peered into the tiny mirror of the cabin bathroom. She tilted her head one way, then the other, taking stock of her new hair. Short... dark... and yet somehow still a mess. She chewed on the corner of her lip, and huffed. Clearly she'd have to find a barber once they hit Port Arthur. The smell of the hair dye burned her nostrils, but after cleaning up for so many jobs in the HA, at least her skin didn't sting after showering anymore.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Making New Friends (And Lying To Others)

38.AU.23 - Carbon Hill, Western Desert, Badlands

Esmé was a little nervous, which was unusual. Meeting new people was what she and Fatty did, but typically it was for a deal of some kind. This was different, this time she was going to be introduced to one of her aunt’s old war contacts.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Choices of the Heart

25 Autumn, 1927

The first rays of dawn poked over the horizon as the Gamma Maglev hurtled northwest. Lyta sat on her pull-out bed, her knees drawn up towards her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She had finally given up on sleep. What little shut-eye she’d managed had been fitful and full of nightmares. It was only natural, she supposed.

Fennec and Todd were still sleeping. She could hear Fennec’s deep and even breathing on the bunk above her, and Todd lay quiet on the top bunk of the opposite side of the cabin. Lukas’ and Radsley’s bunks were conspicuously empty.


The great fracturing! This week, everything comes to a head and the team finally falls apart, with potentially disastrous consequences…

Session Log - 4 February 2015

A bunch of secrets are revealed.  Fennec destroys the family.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: That Sinking Feeling

Okran Radsley plugged into the terminal reluctantly, a sinking feeling settling in. His computer immediately set up a local dampening field that played havoc on any device more sophisticated than a bottle opener. It only took a few seconds for the secure link to Nightingale to connect. He was prepared for the worst. In 18 cycles of operations he had never had one go so badly.

It wasn’t the death toll in and of itself -- that was always a black stain on any covert op in the Alliance -- it was where it had happened and with whom and when. A public battle with fatalities in a secure transportation terminal with Republican forces during a week of diplomatic discussion at the heart of the HARPF command center. It was truly and epicly disastrous.

Sunday, February 1, 2015


This week, Our Heroes (tm) discover that they may have bitten off more than they could chew as they run afoul of the MILICIA, the SRID, the VDSS, and no doubt another few acronym-based organizations we haven’t encountered yet. Also, nearly a cycle of careful work in the Humanist Alliance is destroyed in one fell swoop as we finally engage in a real-bullet shootout in the middle of a crowded airport terminal. Because why mess things up a little when you can mess them up a lot?

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