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Stardate: 2209.04.29

Space, it's big. With the invention of the FLT drive and refinement of metals, space travel has become somewhat common place, and space stations are all over the galaxy. However, a more private space transport is generally rare.

This makes the B.I.G. Ego rather unique.  It's a small privately financed science vessel funded by a playboy philanthropist. Registered with the Galactic Star Accord council, the captain is the only official council presence on the ship as required by the GSA charter. Normally teaming with a large medical science team, the vessel is currently making a simple equipment run and inspection.

The day begins normally, as the captain offers a mid-day ships announcement, but it is interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream.  You all run to the bridge and arrive at the same time, only to find the captain torn to shreds and the ship has dropped out of hyperspace.  Several key systems have been damaged, including navigation and the security system.

With a few key presses, someone pulls up the ship's computer:

"ARAMIS is Online.  I can have the navigation system repaired in about two weeks, but the ship can't go faster than sub-light till then.  It appears some of the crew has been infected by the Wolf retrovirus.  My detection systems are offline, so I am unable to differentiate crew members without auditory confirmation codes.  My database says that the Wolf retrovirus can be killed by being ejected into space, but it will likely kill it's host as well."

With no captain left, and no where to go for a while, you have nothing to do but sit, wait, and hope you're not the next victim.

Players:

Crispen Fry	Pilot	Spaced - Human
JC	Engineer	Slaughtered - Human
Lathander	Playboy Philanthopist
Peter Huntston	Nurse
Rakor	Custodial Service Technican (Janitor)
Raistlin	Cook
Shay21	Lab Assistant
Wulfwynn	Doctor

Special appearance by:
Bront - Ships Computer

The events thus far:
Day 1
The Captain is slain.
Crispen Fry is spaced. He was not a wolf.

Day 2
JC was slaughtered.

Rules:

Why don't you represent your own interests?  We've got killers among us!

I say flying spacecraft at sub light speed is boring.

Raist wait, I like speghetti.

Engineer JC the computer says two weeks.  I need those engines on line in ten minutes.

Lath, give us the password to your safe full of money just incase the wolves eat you next.

Peter, help wolfwynn take with the captain.

Rakor clean up all that blood.

Shay, you Um, *** wondering if we even have a lab for the lab assistant ***  assist.

Wulfwyn You've got the save the captain.  Put him together with that flashy light thing, and then wave that trico reader thingy....

Get a back bone there Peter, this isn't as bad as episode 9: "The trajedy at Alpha Zeta Gamma Reticulon Zulu Rodger five"

Remember it seemed hopless until the Captain tricked the Plazmoid Reticulons into activating the Zeta Gamma device?

Ok, so all we need now is the Captian's plan and we, um, oh wait, the Captian is dead...

Doc how'sit look?

<grumbles about cleaning up more blood> well this certainly is inconvenient, now who am I supposed to get to approve my supply requisitions?

The ship's computer says that the retrovirus can be killed by the vacuum of space.  I guess that means we have to space someone to find out if they have the retrovirus.

Voondie moondie shmoondie vu, BORK!  Bork!  Bork!  I thought some Swedish meatballs would serve better than spaghetti and meatballs, besides, when I do the spaghetti, I always wear the cooks uniform with the red shirt, and something just tells me that that ain't a good idea. 

That sounds like a good idea, I vote space Lathlander, And trust me, you won't be able to open the safe without the code.  Besides, he stole my last girlfriend.  But if he forks over the safe code, I'll promise to switch my vote.  Cooks don't make very much money, and if I make it out of this alive, I'd like to retire, space is just getting to dangerous these days.  Between pirates and space werewolves, how are we supposed to make a living out here.

Wait a minute!  If all you want is money, I can give you plenty of that.  Enough to retire respectably.

And Raist, your last girlfriend, well I hate to tell you this, but she was a tramp.  I was doing you a favor.

Maybe we should space Crispen Fry instead since he is accusing me of dragging you all out here.  I'm paying your salaries by the way.

now who's gonna fly this crate if you space me? 

Running Tally - Day 1

Are we so chaotic as to kill off crew at a whim?  Unless we can figure out for sure who this wolf is I say we stick together and stay strong.  Do we have any weapons or armor?  Shay and JC do you think you can compile some sort of trap to take down or detain this furry beast?

I agree to space Crispen Fry.

We could try some kind of trap, but like Rakor said, one or more of us is a wolf. They would know about the trap. Only someone who is guaranteed not to be a wolf could do something but we have no way of determining that. It's all pretty logical really.

*comes out of sick bay*

I've finished examining the body and getting what data I could from the imprints on his eyes. It was indeed a werewolf, fairly large one at that. He was taken by surprise so the image was blurry, couldn't make out much else.

*looks around at everyone*

Now what's goin on up here?