This is an in-character update between sessions by one of the party, Travis Drevil: ex-scout, merchant captain and frustrated pirate:
“I’ll take a phased plasma rifle with the 40 watt range.”
“I’ve just got what you see here pal,” replied the less-than-reputable gun merchant that this corporate dick from Sternmetal Horizons had sent to them. Hell they can’t even silence revolvers on this god forsaken planet!
It had been a wild time since wakening up on that crashed ship. Moving from one crisis to another had kept him on his toes and his mind away from that ever nagging need for anagathics. Even now he was struggling to pass a mirror without looking for a new wrinkle or two. Still, he had managed to grab a decent supply which would hopefully keep him going until he got back to civilised space again.
It was great to get back into a trade ship and the routine that had seen him happy for most of his life. Getting to start over with his friends seemed a huge gift even if they were all looking a bit grey around the edges.
Between crab scorpions and secret foreign government agents it was a miracke they’d gotten this far. Still, we’ve managed to get ourselves in a position where a bit of hard work would see us get enough resources together to survive this backwater cluster of planets and get back to our ship where the real adventure will begin.
The weapons dealer was giving me a wierd look when I came out of my daydream. “Let me have a closer look at that edged glove you have over there.”
Well, I thought to myself, between deals gone bad, boarding by pirates and the occasional smash and grab, you’ve been in enough scraps in your time Travis. What’s one more?