Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho...

21 September 2009-

We started by wrapping up the details of our last adventure, with our PCs returning the bag of biotech goodies to our superiors, and eBill's arm getting re-attached to the rest of his body (gotta love duct-tape).

We had just recuperated when we got another call from Mr. Anderson, who had another rescue mission for us. One more of his numerous "associates" had gotten himself in trouble, this time with the Drazi. Although we're not sure what he did, it seems that he was found guilty, and he's been sent to mine Quantium-40 on a penal colony located on an asteroid in the Tirrith Free State (TFS), a neutral space located in between the space claimed by several major powers, and loosely run by a confederation of pirates and free traders. Our employers want us to break him out- which doesn't sound completely impossible, although it has little else to recommend it.

Since we're trying to ingratiate ourselves with Anderson, though, we accepted the mission- although there were many doubts expressed about the likelihood of breaking into a prison with no support, no intel, and few resources. There's also more than a little concern about explosive decompression if we get into a firefight in a vaccuum, but we'll have to see how it goes. At least in space, no one will hear us screaming! In the meantime, Mr. Anderson has booked our passage on an unusually heavily-armed "merchant ship" called the Veil of Tears, and we're en route to the TFS station called Freedom.