@Tech Fetch
[Friday December 13th, 2075; Hells Kitchen, Puyallup]
As you desperately try to dilute the acid eating into your rather explosive fuel cell the wyrm finally expires with the last of the flames from the fireball flickering over its chitinous hide. Slamming down with an audible crash into the ash flow the fragging thing then begins to glow from within and suddenly reignites with an overpowering chemical stink…the segmented bands are wreathed in little flames that push out from within like a strange series of gas burners…whatever, it can’t be good right?
@Escort
[Friday December 14th, 2075; The Sound, somewhere off the Seattle shoreline]
The crew seem unperturbed by the sudden onrush of sound and life returns to a chaotic and very noisy norm as the sound of multiple voices bounce off the insides of the tin can you are ensconced in. You settle in for a dull trip, striking up idle conversation with curious children that throng around you now that they can hear what you are saying. As far as you can tell it’s the people that are the cargo in this giant boat…the holds have been converted into living quarters and rec spaces…which is why, at first, you are curious about the audible and AR message that flashes out in the early hours, three or so since you boarded
<<Attention. Vessel on intercept course, get to your quarters and bolt the doors people…>>
Followed by a slightly more panicked, although still professional
<<Subs in the water, sound general quarters>>
Frag!
A rather harassed looking Helen seeks you out… “Look, I’m sorry about this, we’ve been dogged by pirates in the past, and sometimes the authorities…don’t know which this is but either way, not good news. We can stow you with the kids if you want, or you can help repel borders? Sounds melodramatic I know but it might come to that, it has in the past! What do you say?”