Sunday, December 20, 2015

An End and a Beginning

I mentioned last week that I have a hankering for some post-apocalyptic RPGing. However, I am still in the middle of a sci-fi adventure. I'm trying to finish it first before moving on to the shattered world of Elysium. To that end, I present the next episode of the Tales of the Space Templars.

A Fly in the Ointment

Episode 6 of Plans Go Awry

Last episode, our heroes made their way to the A Wing Docks. Tee punched a code into the hatch's control panel and the door slid open.

Looking into the dock's passageway, Rugen could see about a dozen humans and humanoid sitting on the floor. Their hands were bound and they wore a defeated look on their faces. They turned toward the opening door. Puzzled looks crossed their faces.

"Don't worry, we're here to help." stated Rugen as he approached one of the captives.

A man at the far end of the line of prisoners shook his head. "Run while you can. We're lost already."

Before Rugen could respond, an airlock to a docked ship opened. Two laser-armed "bugs entered the passageway. Upon spotting Rugen and Tee, they leveled their rifles and fired. A glancing shot hit Tee in the opening fusillade; he stumbled backward. Rugen rushed forward, using his power sword to deflect the enemy' shots. He lunged and struck one of the bugs, stunning it. He then engaged the other. It used its rifle like a club, swinging wildly and forcing Rugen to duck and dodge.

Recovered, Tee began to shoot at the bugs. Regaining its senses, the first bug squeezed off a shot. It struck Tee in the chest, sparking a series of short circuits. Tee had to pause to perform repairs on his systems. This left Rugen fending off the attacks of two bugs. He sidestepped, spun, and thrust home. The sparking blade found a gap in a bug's chitin. It collapsed in a heap.

Tee returned to the action. His shot hit the bug. It staggered away, stunned. Rugen leaped in, and with a powerful slice, cut off its head.

Our heroes stood on the passageway, Rugen panting with his exertions. Suddenly, there was an ear-shattering roar. A massive bug, standing nearly twice the height of the others, rushed into the passageway. Instead of a rifle, it was armed with a long staff, each end glowing with power.

The monster bug rushed forward with amazing speed. It performed two quick slashes with its staff. Rugen was able to block one end of the staff, but then the other whipped around and struck him in the leg. With a cry of pain, Rugen fell to the ground. The acrid smell of seared flesh filled the room. The bug lifted its blade above its head and then slashed down. Rugen rolled out of the way and the staff cracked against the ground. Tee rushed forward and body slammed the bug. It staggered backward a few paces. Tee then blasted it a point-blank range. The bug howled in pain.

Rugen regained his feet. Favoring his wounded leg, Rugen managed a thrust that penetrated deeply into the bug. Yet it did not fall. In a rage, it swiped Rugen with one of its arms. Rugen fell backward into a heap, his power sword clattering to the floor.

The bug rushed the fallen Rugen but Tee unleashed another salvo of shots that sent the bug reeling. Rugen scrambled to his feet, grapped his sword, and lunged upward at the creature. The blade cut into the beast's neck and penetrated all the way into the brain. The bug collapsed to the ground.

As Rugen regained his feet, Tee nodded in approval.

"Let's get these people out of here," Rugen stated

Will our heroes escape from the station? And will they find the missing plans?
Find out next episode.

Sunday, December 13, 2015


Gone. All gone. In just seconds.

That's what happened to our world of Elysium. We thought we had the perfect world. For centuries, we witnessed unrivaled progress. Our world's finest minds applied themselves to improving the human condition. We learned to eradicate disease and lengthen our lifespans. We developed new technologies that eased our burdens. Machines and robots performed routine physical labor. Automated vehicles and aircraft allowed us to travel the world at breakneck speeds. We had even been exploring the other planets of our solar system. The world was truly our oyster.

We thought our world was perfect but we ignored the warning signs. The Temple tried to warn us, but we turned deaf ears to their admonishments. They were living in the past,we thought. Yet there were parts of Elysium that did not enjoy our unprecedented prosperity. The Enemy took advantage of the cracks in the facade.

The Enemy was what we called him but his followers called him Savior. The Temple roundly denounced him but we preferred to ignore him. That is, until he organized the derelict masses, filled them with anger and a desire for revenge, and then unleashed them on the world. Their jihad wreaked havoc. We fought back, and our superior technology seemed to sway the tide of battle. We broke the Enemy's armies and surrounded him in his capital. That's when he released his doomsday devices.

Now, 200 years later, only remnants of our civilization remain.

I have been playing a lot of Fallout lately and have been in a mood for post-apocalyptic adventure. On a whim, I decided to do some solo pen-and-paper post-apocalyptic gaming so I decided to jot down some backstory.