Singularity Cruise game

Referee: RooK

Player(s): Dave, Bonnie, Ulrich, Amy

Character Creation

The characters have some rules:

• Standard 30-point being creation.
• Only combat occupations to start.
• Everybody is either 1 stage with maxxed-out stats, or 2 stages normally rolled.

Amy's character

Name: HELTU
Species: Orbodun
Occupation: Aggressor

Dave's character

Name: SANSAT ACTICONGUN PRAMORG
Species: Mavvice
Occupation: Defender

Bonnie's character

Name: OLIVER
Species: Equidon
Occupation: Striker

Ulrich's character

Name: SHEOG
Species: Takolee
Occupation: Munitionist

2025-11-07 - Origin

The characters spring traumatically into existence (complete with 2 stress points), with their bodies having been rapidly grown with seemingly ancient medical systems and implanted with Nastidyne Emergency Integration Protocol stages of combatant harvested from tortured humans. They barely have time to register the fluffy bunny beings arrayed before them and the fact that they are restrained before a fifth constructed being starts screaming with violent insanity.

In the resulting fracas, one fluffy bunny was beheaded and another had its leg ripped off and used as a flail. The fluffy bunnies were largely incapable of using the ancient blasters they carried, due to the recoil being too great to handle with their small frames. With some frantic work and negotiation, the characters were able to free themselves and deal with the human driven insane by the integration and implantation. ("deal with" being a euphemism for "kill")

Some limited questions were answered by the fluffy bunnies, but with an obvious limitation of their own knowledge. More importantly, 4 1D blasters, one 1D laser pistol, and numerous improvised 1/2D edged weapons.

The large room their find themselves in was perhaps originally some sort of high-tech facility, but in recent generations been merely a storage warehouse of sorts. Large crates covered with tarps fill most of the edges of the 25x35 meter asymmetric room, and a single 5-meter wide, 5-meter tall door.

2025-11-13 - Getting Bearings

The adventurers started noticing some odd aspects of their current circumstances. The first and most obvious piece was the immense etheric "smear" in one direction that made etheric comms and sensing very difficult other than for immediate surroundings. Following on from that they also noticed an almost total lack of EM transmissions including no data networks. Except, cryptically, a faint automated distress signal from about 1km away.

The small fluffy bunnies themselves have some surprising traits. They present as oddly racist, referring to only themselves as "people". Then, in an weird twist, also turn out to be cannibals. Which coupled awkwardly with noticing that they also appeared to be extremely delicious.

The racism itself led the adventurers to discover that they are not purely biological, but actually have robotic endoskeletons. The main upshot of this being that they don't suffer from mortal wounds.

The team decides to use the ancient Nastidyne medical beds to heal their wounds from the previous battle, Pramorg goes to listen at the massive bay door while Heltu and Sheog search the crates. Pramorg notices wind rattling the upper portion of the massive roll-up door, so climbs the 5m-high wall with grip pads to investigate more carefully. When he reaches the ceiling, he discovers that gravity has a sudden shift in direction to being horizontal, and is approximately 5 times greater. He gets slammed into a wall, and isn't strong enough to free himself. Heltu has to climb, stopping below the gravity field change, and pulls Pramorg out.

Digging under the tarps, knicknacks, and old furniture, the team exposes and inspects several large ancient crates. Most hold items of dubious providence. Some crates hold some simple robotic parts of indeterminate nature, but deemed to be potentially of value - especially by the Munitionist Sheog. But they also find ancient Nastidyne relics - emergency packs containing a large repository of med kits, tool kits, grip pads, and cables. And, in an incredibly lucky find (clearly god had expected this crate to be found in a different building, but the dice were generous) there was a Nastidyne feedstock machine that could create various microscopic and nanoscopic robot sources, including patches. After 20 technician hours of assembly are accomplished.

Partway through Pramorg healing on the 5D/h Nastidyne medical beds, the door suddenly sprung open with some different people there. Also rabbit-like, but much larger, more purposeful and probably not fluffy under their light armour. They attacked with heavy blast rifles after balking at the presence of a couple very large combatants. At first they held their own well, dancing away from the towering Equidon striker with their hypernormal speed. But then Oliver was able to close on one and send them sailing into the massive gravity zone shift, which snatched the limp corpse and sucked it away down the corridor in a manner suited for horror movie special effects. The other was brought down in a hail of blaster fire.