A Traveller Adventure for Warpcon 2006.
You wake up. You are lying on a cold, hard surface.
You ache all over, bruised in many places, but you
don’t think anything is broken. The darkness is
punctuated by the hissing flare of sparks,
illuminating the bridge of the Endevour. Bodies lie
strewn like chaff, slumped in crash couches still
strapped in, thrown against bulkheads, lying limp
like dolls where they have fallen. Tendrils of smoke
stalk through the air, leaving only their ozone scent
in evidence when the sparks die out. How did this
happen?
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