"I warn you gentlemen, on this beautiful planet three kinds of metal rule supreme. There is silver, a beautiful and valuable metal found in abundance near these oceans. There is gold, just as beautiful as well as more valuable. The hills are practically made of this stuff. Finally there is lead. Found in abundance in anyone that gets in your way.
You pathetic slaves are hear to collect the metals for your masters. The one who brings back the most valuable load gets off the planet and gets to keep twenty percent of his or her earnings, freedom, and a small homestead on the moon of Earth itself. Those of you who come in second and less will get left here, to die a slow and painful death.
Here is your equipment. A Hephaestus brand mining pick with smelting head. This can be used to dig, if you can use any muscle, and to smelt the ore you manage to bring up into pretty little bricks. A brick of gold is worth a hundred credits, a brick of silver fifty. This is the only one you get. Don't break it.
The second piece of equipment you will receive is a George Smith handgun with five shots. None of you have touched a gun in your life, so you may be surprised that we are arming you. You should know that this gun does not have the ability to fire past our shields or armor. You may use this to defend yourself from some of the....more unruly inhabitants. Yes, that is right, the planet is inhabited. Why do you think we didn't just go into it our self?
You have one month. The drop ship does not come back until then. Have a medical emergency? To bad. We are not changing the deadline for anything. So good luck, pitiful slaves, I am leaving this dirty planet"
The above was the speech your company manager gave to you before he set you off on the mission described... As he said, good luck.
Character Sheet:
Name: Bio(Remember, your a slave!) Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5) Other:
Name: Michael Taylor Bio: Born poor, worked hard, got poorer. Was starving to death when he was approached by the company to join, and at the time, sounded like a good idea. In retrospect, not so much. Status: Slave. Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5) Other: None.
You wave at it and give a friendly hello! It starts to walk toward you, so you walk toward it. When you are in range, the thing greets you with a squeal then a series of clicks. It still holds out the object it was holding, but now that you are closer you have a chance to examine it. It was a fish, or the bones of one, with another bone sticking out of it's head. It somewhat resembled the creature that held it... A doll perhaps? It shakes the doll and makes another set of sequels.
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5) Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
You spend about an hour widening the pit, finding nothing in the sand above the level you are already at, but searching the water you find another two nuggets.
You are about to widen the hole some more, when you drop the pick and cover your ears as an earsplitting siren pierced the night, followed by a guard on loudspeaker yelling "Attention slaves, you have one hour to receive your meal for the day. If you do not get it within the limit, starve"
You pull your hands from your ears and search the water for your pickax, luckily finding it within a minute. One of the advantages of staying close seems to be getting food earlier. You could go get your food now, or you could stay in mine while it is still light out and get your food a little later.
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), Water(2) Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
You head to your left and start digging in a safe place in the sand. You dig for an hour, making a hole two feet deep and ten feet across, but find nothing. You then hear the siren sound with the guards voice calling for the meal, what do you do?
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5) Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
scramble out of the hole, making sure to grab my pick and pistol, and run to get some food.... As i am close, people will be wanting to jump my claim.
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), Water(2) Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
You head into the HQ and are pushed ruffly by a guard into a large cafeteria. You receive a bowl of lump gruel and an aluminum spoon. You sit down at a rather crowded table. While sucking down your gruel, you attempt to recruit someone in several ways. Everyone at the table refused. While returning your silverware and bowl (The guards would literally kill you if you took one out of the building) when a little boy interrupted you. "Please, mista, can I lick your bow?" He didn't seem to be around six or seven years old, he was missing a front tooth with a small one growing in its place. He was wearing a potato sack with one of the pick axes slung across his back and a gun hanging from his waist on some form of rope belt.
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), 4 Silver nuggets Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
You run into the cafeteria being led by a tired old guard, swallowed the bland food, and made it back out in about ten minutes. There was a lean bony man in your hole when you get back, searching threw your water, but as you approach and yell at him he runs away quickly, leaving behind a gold nugget he must have found in your hole. Newly energized you start digging once more, enlarging the bottom of the hole by a whole foot, when two men came up to your hole.
The two men were large, with strong features. One was a blond with a cruel face, smiling sickly, and the other was a brown haired man who seemed numb, like he was not all there. The blond one was holding his gun, pointing at you. "Give us all your silver and no one gets heart!" came off of his tongue in a deep voice, a bellow of sorts.
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), Water(2), 3 Silver Nuggets Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
You hand the child a bowl and he replied with a simple "Tank yew mista" as you turned away and left the building. You returned to your hole to find it exactly as you have left it.
Though you had not succeed in getting any assistance, one of the men suggested that the silver would be found deeper underground than you have been digging, so you change tactics and make a deep, shallow hole. After going about six feet down, having a foot of ground water under you, you find two silver nuggets. You put them in your pocket and extend the hole for a little wile, when a second alarm sounds. "Lights out in one hour, everyone not in the compound at that time will be left to the creatures!".
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), 4 Silver nuggets Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
start sobbing and gloating to spare me, while slowly reaching for my pistol (taking advantage of his superiority complex)
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(9), 4 Silver nuggets Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
His smile became more cruel, and he put his hand out expecting you were reaching for your silver, turned into surprise as you pull out your gun. He quickly jerks his hand to remotely in your direction and fires, sending a bit of dirt flying right next to your right arm. He yelled after the bullet was fired, his partner flinched. You take a look at him. He dropped his gun and was holding his shoulder. He had never fired a gun before, and was not expecting any kick. He recovered from the shock and attempted to grab his gun, but you point your gun at him and he leaves it while running away.
You look back at the HQ. There were several guards watching, a few of them laughing, but none of them had any thoughts of helping you whatsoever.
You look to were he was. There was his gun, and four bullets that must have fallen when he bent down. You grab the bullets and put them with yours, though you need to decide what to do with the gun. After expanding your hole a bit more, the familiar siren blasted and a guard called for you to return to the base in an hour.
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5), Water(2), 3 Silver Nuggets Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
You return to the HQ and look for the kid. You find him laying down in a ragged bed. You wake him up and ask him to come to your hole with you. He agrees. Once you reach the hole, you ask him if he wants to escape with you.
"Escape?" He says running the word in his mouth. "My mommy always wanted me to escape. Will I get to see my mommy again?"
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(9), 4 Silver nuggets Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
stash the gun in my clothing, search in the water a bit more for silver or gold nuggets, then go back to the base.
Name:Rashnat Bio: He was born poor to an alien Slave family, extremely similar to Humans but slightly less intelligent (say the intelligence of a human Young adult is the maximum). Working hard in the mines on a Colony, he slowly worked his way up the job ladder, starting at the age of 5 as a sorter and by 15 becoming a Miner just like his Pa and older Brother, both unnamed due to unity concerns by the Seers. Apparently the Seers didn't like him too much, even though being young he was one of the most productive, and 1 night after single-handedly digging through 50 feet of rock on his own (very hard-working, dumb but driven), He was ripped from his family by the Company and sent to this strange planet... Status: Refreshed! Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(9), 4 Silver nuggets Other:Soles of feet+hands are very rough+leathery from barefeet work in the Mines
You do as you said, finding nothing more. As you head back to base you notice that it gets dark early here, you could barley see even with the help of the HQ's lights. You manage to enter the base and find a decent bed, falling asleep quickly. As you wake up, you feel extremely refreshed! You feel like you could work twice as fast. Its a new day with the sun bright once more.
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(10), Water(2), 3 Silver Nuggets, George Smith pistol (10) Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
"Den I will go wit you!" he says as he hands you his gun with all its bullets. "Wat do you want me to do mista? I am gewd wit my hands. I can hewp!"
Name: Johnny Bio: Fell off a waterfall when merly 7 years old thought to be dead but just lost my memory. Don't remember my last name but I've named myself Johnny. I was captured and put to work as a slave while hunting in the woods Status:Slave Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(10), Water(2), 3 Silver Nuggets, George Smith pistol (10) Other: I Love swords and Sniper Rifles
"Yes mistah, I can!" He said while un-slinging his pickax. "I awso have dis" he said while pulling out a plasma lantern. "Now I can see in d dawk"
Name: Michael Taylor Bio: Born poor, worked hard, got poorer. Was starving to death when he was approached by the company to join, and at the time, sounded like a good idea. In retrospect, not so much. Status: Slave. Equipment: Hephaestus pick axe, George Smith pistol(5) Other: None.
