This blog will record the progress (or otherwise) of the Space 1889 Red Sands campaign running on the first Saturday of each month at Legendary Realms' store in Lindenhurst, LI.
The team has previously survived the ordeal of the crazed, diseased legionaries in Fort Oublié in the heart of the Libyan desert, recovering pages of the commanding officer's diary and a fragment of a scroll case with curious hieroglyphs incised on it. The scroll case itself has been spirited away by the fiendish couple calling themselves Mme and Msr Bourgeois, suspected in the poisoning of the unfortunate legionaries of Fort Oublié.
Professor Bottoms tasked the team to accompany his daughter Esmeralda to Mars, where she will compare the strange hieroglyphs on the fragment of scroll case with writing on sundry tombs and relics.
The trip was tediously uneventful until, with scant few miles to go before the ship would put into port at Syrtis Major - the hub of British influence on Mars - their aethership was attacked, crippled and boarded by dastardly Space Pirates! The pirates boarded in force, subduing all passengers whom they met and dealing violently with the crew.
The player characters rallied the remainder of the passengers and led them in a brave frontal counter-attack, which was successful in killing all the pirates except for the four on the bridge, who the players corralled by means of a Weird Science entanglement gun before themselves boarding the pirate vessel to recover the kidnapped Esmeralda.
No sooner was the poor girl in safe hands than the pirate ship started to break away, threatening to decompress the PC's vessel and kill all aboard. Luckily, Wilhelm was able to rapidly instruct the passengers in the improvisation of a patch from whatever was to hand - beds, carpet and the like - and the departure of the pirate vessel was not accompanied by a grisly display of floating corpses.
But trouble was still at hand as the vessel had no aether propeller thanks to the pirates' opening shot, and no crew thanks to the boarding party's savage bloodthirst. Thus, the trapped pirates were forced to assume the duties of helmsman and trimsman as the ship plunged into Mars' atmosphere. The pirate at the helm was able to control the ship's direction, but the man at the trimsman console was in a blue funk and fumbled at every opportunity, resulting in the ship striking Mars' surface at great speed, breaking up on impact.
The PC's found themselves battered and sporting numerous minor wounds, as did the surviving pirates who immediately attacked. The PCs were eventually able to kill them all, but were aghast at what they were able to see once the battle was over.
They were standing in the matchwood remains of their ship, passengers lying pitifully on the wreckage, somewhere on the steppes of Mars.
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