Actual Play: Uncharted Worlds

I’ve been a participant in Sean Gomes’ playtesting of Uncharted Worlds since it was developed enough to playtest at all.  The playtest group, in fact, is basically just our weekly group from prior.

My character (this month) is the Declan, a bush pilot from a backwater world who keeps things running with duct tape, WD-40, and a small team of low-rent wrench-monkeys he replaces at practically every port.  The others are:

  • Baptiste, the ship’s owner… and a druglord.
  • Jax, a mercenary brute with a crew of shaven-headed bruisers
  • Kyle, a considerably less brutish former military officer
  • Erstin, an “organ procurement specialist” if we were to be polite about it.

Our ship is called the Fear and Loathing, if that tells you anything.  To let things die down in the last sector we, er, “departed,” we’ve taken a surveying job that’s landed us in the middle of a crazy jungle.

What follows is “Declan’s Log”:

—-Day 15
We’ve been here for too long. The floating mountains, the vines, the mud, the stinking gasses. I’m the pilot, so at least they don’t expect me to come out of the shuttle. Jax’s goon squad takes turns on watch, defending the camp while the surveying continues. At least once an hour, one of those damnable… flying squirrels comes howling out of the canopy at our campfires. A few quick repeater shots and they explode. I haven’t had more’n half an hour of uninterrupted sleep since we touched down on this shit hole. I hope this is over soon.

—-Day 20
I’d really rather the “criminal masterminds” who keep me flying, would learn to sit quietly and color instead of picking fights with everyone who comes across their path.

—-Day 35
If Jax doesn’t get his goon squad under control, we may never make it to the next system alive. Today I came into the cargo hold and they’re all doing pullups on the primary coolant manifold return. We had words. Well, I had words. They rolled their eyes at me. Fuckers just assume the landing ramp’ll still be down when they stumble drunkenly back to the ship at our next stop. We’ll see.

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