Hey all. I'm going to be running a play-by post game of Fantastic Worlds over on the Rattrap Productions boards.
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*fuzz-crackle* "Orbital 1, this is Shuttlecraft Shackleton reporting, come in Orbital 1."
"This is Orbital 1. Go ahead, Shackleton. Are those your dulcet tones of annoyance, Ensign Ladric?"
"Save it for later, Max. We've completed our recon of the falls, and found nothing. Looks like whatever took out the base did it pretty cleanly."
"Roger. Thanks, Kyr, my thanks to your crewmates. Now get out of there. Star Command is writing off this iceball and pulling out. We're waiting just long enough to pick you up, then we're out too."
"Last one out, roll up the snow and turn out the lights, huh, Max?"
"Pretty much. Hey, watch your flight path Kyr. Fly low till you're out of potential hostile radar, but not that low."
"Max, you believe the stories? Relax, I can handle it, there's nothing here but some HOLY CR--"
"Kyr! Report! What happened?"
There came no response, only a brief crunch, the suggestion of a scream, then dead air.
"Shackleton, come in! Do you read? Come in! Damnit Kyr, don't do this, we're not staffed for a rescue..."
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The polar regions of Thraxt are renowned, both for their icy frigid beauty and for their deadly cold. Icy rivers, treacherous cravasses, blinding blizards: these are only a few of the hazards facing potential explorers and rescuers, to say nothing of the flora and fauna that have somehow eked out a foothold. Thraxt's wintertime beauty is best experienced from within a heated shuttlecraft in low orbit. Sadly, that is not possible here.
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The Star Command shuttle S.C.S. Shackleton has gone down with its four crew under mysterious circumstances in the snowfields of Thraxt. Characters will be members of a rescue team cobbled together from whatever ships happened to be near the system at the time. Time is running out, and the crew must be rescued, or their bodies recovered if it's too late.