Chapter 1, Part 8: Krenshawz

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Chapter 1

Part 8

Krenshawz

Zernov, back aboard the Deimos, is setup in CIC speaking directly to the teams has always felt better to him. Team work has to be one of the most inspiring things about humanity. We're not hive insects with no free-will. Everyone is here because their paths brought them here, and they're on this bridge because they were good enough to be. Akai Aneh is a team too. they have people that are good at what they do. The Deimos is a team, and it comes with a lot of infrastructure. What the Akai Aneh possess in total wealth would barely feed the Deimos for a month. But the small can be fierce and they can surprise you.

He follows up with HUMINT on Banks' and the Akai Aneh one more time. This Banks person doesn't fit the pirate story. He took over Akai Aneh and it just doesn't compute. Well trained in weapons and recon, Banks became an officer in the security team for Krenshawz. He protected them. Their retreats where they'd work out legislation, when they hosted ambassadors his team was involved with even foiling a few assignation attempts. In the report he credits his team but its clear he's a leader, and a good one.

HUMINT Rolls 2d6 + 2 investigation
/r 2d6+2
2d6+2 = (4+4)+2 = 10

He's 44 biological years old, spent 4 days in cryostasis after a stupid career ending accident with a grav bike, discharged on medical... 1 year later he resurfaces at Akai Aneh and quickly 're-organizes' them so he's in charge, with possibly 3 people in the void, falling down the gas giant's gravity well for the next 5 years presuming they don't get encased in metallic hydrogen on the way down.

HUMINT Rolls 2d6+2 admin
/r 2d6+2
2d6+2 = (6+3)+2 = 11

What's this? He still draws a hell of a pension... wow his mustering benefits are directed to his family's account, not him. Yeah, he's under someone's thumb alright. Not sure who he pissed off but they have him, by the balls.

Zernov messages the commander and Ambassador with his findings. "Priority, your eyes only. Our opponent is working against his will."

After visiting the injured crewman, Slat Verbiv, and ensuring he would make a full recovery, Lero walks to the bridge and confers with Lieutenant Dramon, who had had the last watch on the bridge. All systems are a go, all crew have reported back to the ship, and stores are back to capacity. The commander announces they will leave orbit in two hours.

His tablet beeps. Message from Zernov. Lero scrolls through the report. Well, what is going on? He sits back in the captain’s chair. He instructs Ensign Damon Beale to plot a course for the dwarf planet, Segma X. Something triggers in his memory. Beale had once been a pirate himself before turning against his former crew and going legit. Lero doubts Beale knows of either Kopan or Akai Aneh, but he asks.

roll Difficult (10+) Streetwise + INT to see if Beale knows
/r 2d6 -1
2d6 -1 = (1+3) -1 = 3

“No sir,” says Beale. “But they’re probably like all pirates basically. Tiny group easily demoralized or ready to flee at the sight of a cruiser.”

Lero sighs and twists his lips. “Okay, plot a course but keep us a good ways off. I want to get some SIGINT and maybe hit up one of their havens.”

“Aye, sir.”

Scene en route to Segma X recon. We have 3 days to RP with each other. These are conversations and actions to gather intel.

The outbound journey to Segma X is 27.6 standard hours. He has commanded getting within 49,000 klicks of Segma X for the team to conduct sensor checks before determining the next course of action. He also ensured the ship is on Ready status, a notch below Red Alert or battle stations.

After ten hours on the bridge, Lero goes to his quarters, where his aide, Lieutenant Reddic Arzulam, brings him his meal from the mess. Lero eats his meal while listening to his favorite Dlan opera, The End of All Times, by Jaquay and now three centuries old. Later, he falls asleep during Act III.

The three trill tone wakes Lero. He says, ”Lero here.”

“Arzulam, sir. The we’ve arrived at the far sensor range ordered.”

”Okay. I’ll be right out. Have the staff in the briefing room in 10.” Lero stands. ”And—“

“Have it for you right here, sir.” Arzulam.

What would I do without him? thinks Lero. He pulls on a pair of pants and opens the door. Arzulam hands him a coffee and then turns to rouse the rest of the staff. The door slides closed, and Lero listens to the filed ops reports during his slumber as he showers. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Roll CEI of Aneh Akai, 2D6
/r 2d6
2d6 = (2+4) = 6
ECEI = 6 and DM of -1
Roll for initial sensors check, opposed Average (8+) Electronics (Sensors) v Stealth
Deimos roll
/r 2d6 -1
2d6 -1 = (5+6) -1 = 10

Aneh Akai roll
/r 2d6-1+1
2d6-1+1 = (6+2)-1+1 = 8Result, our effect is greater and thus succeeds. Missed the +1 for our better sensors as well.

Lero listens to Sublieutenant Perez, heading the Intel section, give her initial analysis. Lero still does not know how Perez ended up in this position at the young age of 29. Perez’s files are heavily redacted, but she served in her home planet’s intelligence service before joining the Imperial Navy. Did she piss someone off, or is she that good? And if she’s that good, what’s she doing on this mission? 
Perez says, “We’re too far out to make use of most of our sensor suite and limited to passive scanning—“

Lero sighs audibly.

Perez pauses, looks down at her pad, and then continues. “We have a good indication of their location. Their drive signatures aren’t in our databases, which is no surprise. They don’t seem to have operated in Imperial space at least. We’ve monitored two ships coming heading to what we believe is a hollowed put asteroid, which we’re calling Python. The two ships are small traders, both Marava class. Don’t know the armaments, but they’re unlikely to be significant. I recommend we proceed to closer range to bring up additional sensors.” 

Lero nods. ”Still passive.”

“Aye, sir.”

Lero returns to the bridge and the pilot begins maneuvering the Deimos closer to the Aneh Akai base. The combined sensors and telescopes give the commander a view of the grey, iron-nickel, peanut shaped asteroid. He watches a ship, which now compared to the Krenshawz intelligence is identified as Typhoon Strike—a 200-ton Far Trader. Lero asks, ”They’ve carved out a docking bay.”
Perez, turns from her station and says, “They took over an old, abandoned asteroid. The bay was already there. The Reclamation Mining Company, HQ’d on Krenshawz, abandoned it twenty years ago.”

Lero nods his acknowledgment. ”XO, can you give me any more run down on the leaders of Aneh Akai?”