Or
Big Trouble in Tokyo Municipal Space Port
The
Prologue
This is Victorian
Science Fiction, right? Now lets suppose that the Japanese had
adopted a slightly different path. During the Sino-Russian War the
Chinese and Korean labourers were happy to serve the Japanese, as
they paid them a decent wage, good food and better conditions than
their own countrymen. The Japanese also built roads, hospitals and
schools. If they had carried on in this manner, it's possible that
large chunks of Manchuria, China and Korea could have come over to
Japanese control without any real conflict. German prisoners in WW1
found the Japanese gracious hosts, many stayed on and German marching
bands were invited to tour. Let us embrace this spirit.
Technology is another
matter. Chinese papier mache armour was capable of stopping musket
rounds. Light silk and bamboo are the ideal building materials for
dirigibles. Standardisation and mass production started in Bronze
Age China.
Lets consider a
different weapon technology, a low powered gun using a mixture of
clockwork and compressed air. A wide bore handle will accept a range
of different weapon pods, the gearing giving the weapon its required
air power. So we have a weapon that can deliver a net, a stream of
blowpipe-like needles or a heavier bean-bag style. All silent, all
ideal for use aboard a space craft.
Ideal weapons for use
by customs staff boarding party (usually) based on a cutter or
similar, or working within range of passengers. These are Peter
Pig's old SF range. He was a bit (20 years) ahead of his time.
There's a good mix of figures that fit in well with todays 18mm.
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As well as customs
staff there is the local militia. You can think of this lot as being
corporate troops (well the East India company had them-) or militia
raised by the local mayor or feudal lord.
All these are from
15mm.co.uk – being used as steampunk as opposed to cyberpunk. The
mix takes into consideration their main tasks of crowd control, guard
duty and policing.
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To oppose these
stalwarts we have the dreaded Chou family. Their aim is to capture
Godzillasaurus and the Dominar. Quite what use they will make of
the three girls does not bear scrutiny, them being yer actual
feendish orientals like.
Foo Han Chou the tazer
does for hypno-ray, etc. Sprinter and Stealth for ability to
get out fast.
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Su Chou, his daughter
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Kut Chou and Hak Chou
- dirty great swords come under superior weapons
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Aristu "Aka Aka" Chou
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Bit Chou, Chu Chou, Dog Chou,
Eet Chou, Gou Chou, Mat Chou, Noh Chou, Out Chou
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Lin Chou,
an anti-hero with a sabre
Points 89
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Quality 4+
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Combat 3
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-Pistol, Acrobat, Combat Fiend, Hero
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Dominar
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Minders 3
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Godzillasaurus
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The forces
The Good Grand total 1,265 The Bad Grand total 1,252
Imperial Customs
Team 8 Inquisitors 504, 2 Seniors 120 1 Collector 71 Total 504
Militia 4 Militia 188, 1 Grenadier 57, 8 Swordsmen 400 NCO 54 Officer 62 Total 819
Chou Family Foo Han Chou 128 Su Chou, his daughter 95 Kut Chou and Hak Chou 150 Aristu "Aka Aka" Chou 74 Bit
Chou, Chu Chou, Dog Chou, Eet Chou,
Gou
Chou, Mat Chou, Noh Chou, Out Chou 448 Total 905
Those with hangover Dominar 86, Minders 213 Godzillasaurus 48 Total 347
The Game. Here
is the goods yard of said Tokyo Municipal Spaceport. When the
manifest of the Kabyashu Maru is presented, it is obvious that there
is one major discrepancy. To wit the absence of a party who had
joined at Mos Edo but disappeared during the journey. This matter is
a police one, rather than customs. The command decide to flood the
lander (the interplanetary merchant ships are bricks of the aether,
incapable of landing) with gas (used for decontamination) and hold
all parties for questioning. But the Godzillasaurus, freed from
control and towering above the gas is able to make its escape.
The customs party sent in to (dark, smoke filled narrow interior) take prisoners runs at the first roar and crunching of bulkheads (wouldn't you?).
The customs party sent in to (dark, smoke filled narrow interior) take prisoners runs at the first roar and crunching of bulkheads (wouldn't you?).
The start.
Customs
are spread out from the landing bay entrance but means of dropped
dice – any going off-table can be presumed to have met their fate.
Civilians (mobile scenery) are added in the same manner. This sets up
several “stories” - the pile of customs by the lander shed door
plus the loss of a Senior suggests that his squad was going in, the
stalwart NCO in the lead. So the scene is set, a pile of running
officers being pursued by the beast. Over near the goods entrance
another officer is questioning a porter near his court while two more
officers are near a door at the lockups.
Everyone
else will start to enter on a “6”:
The
Dominar and the girls will wake up. Objective, get Godzillasaurus
and run.
Chou
family will gain the side entrance. Objective, get the Dominar and
Godzillasaurus then run.
Militia
will enter via main entrance. Objective, (plus customs) stop
everyone else achieving theirs.
Tony
won the initiative and (diced) Godzillasaurus to the right. He
minced two of mine before taking a stroll around the area. That gave
my Collector to gather a couple of chaps to put up a resistance. He
gave his life so that the public could get clear. The Senior then
gathered the stragglers back to the exchange.
Where is everyone?
Why can we roll no 6's?
Where is everyone?
Why can we roll no 6's?
With a defiant “Whoot” the lorry comes crawling out. He remembers that lorry. He attacks it head on. Crunch! Flesh beats steel. Crunch! He goes to the side and pushes the lorry over. So dies the Sword girl. The Dominars party retire to cover. As with sharks, the safest place is just behind.
Now
the brute is heading for the main gate. Panic! I hadn't considered
the possibility of him wandering out onto the road. Fortunately I
then roll a six! Cheers, mention in dispatches. In come those
oriental sons of fun the militia! The officer gets a poor roll and
sends in the first squad of his section, the gun bearers. A round of
ineffectual gunfire followed by a Roar! Their morale breaks and they
go hurtling back. I name the officer Wupert-san. The sergeant is
more effective and the swordsmen prove more than willing. The first
squad go into combat and it's a standoff. The second squad form up
on the flank ready to drive the wee beasty back.
At
this stage poor Tony has rolled about 15x on the same D6 hoping for a
6. We did not roll another 12 or so to get a 6, cos that would be
cheating and not cricket! Still, as a result of said 6 in come the
steaming Chous!
First comes the brake with the machine gun crew, careering across the yard they stop, the gun opens up on the long line of militia waggling swords. Troopers go flying, but only the sergeant (at the end of the line) crumples, riven through with flying lead.
First comes the brake with the machine gun crew, careering across the yard they stop, the gun opens up on the long line of militia waggling swords. Troopers go flying, but only the sergeant (at the end of the line) crumples, riven through with flying lead.
The
lorry's next, a few snap shots and the old advancing behavior.
Wupert-sama has regained some composure and orders his scattered
shooters and the grenadier forward.
More ineffectual firing then the grenadier. Now this area is full, any miss- but no! First time ever a grenade lands where directed! Up goes the brake and all inside her. Meanstwhile the brave swordsmen have slashed Godzillasaurus to the ground for the loss of only 1.
More ineffectual firing then the grenadier. Now this area is full, any miss- but no! First time ever a grenade lands where directed! Up goes the brake and all inside her. Meanstwhile the brave swordsmen have slashed Godzillasaurus to the ground for the loss of only 1.
The
Model T next, troops get organised. In response the brave custom
lads come out and yell the traditional chant of “You can't park
that there”! They take on the advancing yellow peril, the
sergeant uses his net gun to good effect (counted as a shotgun, a hit
means entangled) and yet more ineffective shooting from everyone
else.
Now Lin Chou proves his worth, charging towards the sergeant
he shoots the first lad deaded and then cuts down the sergeant.
But,
I hear you cry, what of the famed Dominar? Fear not, he plots away.
Sending his young ladies in sneak mode, they edge ever closer. At
the imperial wave, the longbow goes twang, the militia officer goes
Aaaaarg-U and falls to ground in a crash of expensive armour.
General alarms then its the longbow again, taking the poor chaps life
as he lies bleeding.
The
militia, now at a loss, retreat (by chance) four gather around their
fallen leader and start to remove him. Godzillasaurus now relieved
of the flashy things starts to stalk the fleeing. The Chou family
are victorious of the customs and organised. Now negotiations start
and the new partnership makes haste in the motors with a recaptured
Godzillasaurus poking his head through the roof.
Alas what fate awaits? To be shown off in some seedy backstreet circus? Used as a fiendish instrument of extortion? Here we must draw a suitably sized veil.
Well
I hope you enjoyed this series – it had started as an interesting
game and grew of its own accordion. No doubt we shall see more of the
Dominar and the Chous. But Godzillasaurus?
One
last footnote. Our cultists have had a schism. As you know their
sacred text was found hidden in a 17c book on horticulture unearthed
from a sacred book show in Much Binding In The March (the one next to
the chip shop, not the one by the railway station with the adult
section in the back – so they claim). One veritable scribe going
about his labours of transcribing every fifth world. In an
ecumenical flash he realises that the Standard Reference Number is in
fact a coded reference to the name of the divine and as such must be
included in the count.
Here we see a verenable scholar with a version of the divine work assisted by a lay poking member admonishing Mrs Ethel Quatts, her hatchlings and pet, of Pewter Lodge, Mons. Of course if they had bothered to ask they would have realised that she is a proud (if naturalised) citizen of the British Empire by gad.
Here we see a verenable scholar with a version of the divine work assisted by a lay poking member admonishing Mrs Ethel Quatts, her hatchlings and pet, of Pewter Lodge, Mons. Of course if they had bothered to ask they would have realised that she is a proud (if naturalised) citizen of the British Empire by gad.
Painting tip - his teeth show up so well because they are made of luminous plastic - metallic white as undercoat works. |
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