"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.
"Nothing is worse than the nuke," I say quietly. "Believe me. I do not think I can help you people, no matter how much I want to. I'm sorry."
