Wrapped and delivered with care...
Here is the next, and last part of the first serialized tale from our role play group "The Messdeck".
You can start from the beginning here.
Previously Lt Cmdr(E) Maxwell MacDonald-Smythe and his crew in the aged airship HMAS Doris have been enjoying the hospitality of their shipmate Doctor Christine Pearse, who is also the Duchess of Argylle. As the evening progressed in companionable warmth and fellowship after their cold journey north in the winter skies of Northern England and Scotland, they discover that they have been tracked by small mechanical automatons. The bugs are controlled by a nearby cloaked Royal Navy airship.
The crew succeed in disabling the devices and Sgt Fraser warns the cloaked airship off with a flare rocket from his Sgt Major's private stash of exotic weapons. As the airship leaves it drops a package.
Frozen Sky
A serial story from The Messdeck.
Part IX
Collected and edited by Kevin Jepson
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What follows is a slightly edited transcript of the role playing we did for our visit to the Manor at Davaar.
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Max calls up to Watkins, "Find anything aboard?"
"No Sir, all shipshape."
"You checked in the cabin?"
"Aye Sir, were nothing Sir. Unless they are in the gas bags it looks clean."
"Very good get down and go back inside with Simpson and see if you an Cooke can make out what these things are!"
"Aye aye Sir!"
Miss BB standing in her grey bloomers, with her heavy skirt in a heap by her feet, says, "Did you check in the box of warm clothes? I hope they are not in there."
*Iveta checks her holster and its pistol and then heads for the gate.*
*Beyond the walls of the Manor Sgt Fraser slowly moves around the trees near the edge of the property, his rifle ready as he scans the area for what fell from the airship as it left. It is full dark now but the snow on the ground seems abnormally bright, as often happens during a winter night in these latitudes.*
*The shadows of the trees are like black holes against the snow.*
"Blasted thing was around here somewhere..."
He chuckles to himself, "Can't believe I had to use the flare round already." He turns a small bend on the trail and sees the package sitting in the middle of the trail up ahead. It is a wooden crate precariously balanced on one corner in the snow.
"OVER HERE!" He yells.
Miss BB says, "Darn, now I have to run. Coming!"
Iveta turns around and smiles at BB. "Without that skirt, you may even find it fun!"
*The two officers jog briskly through the gate following the sound of Sgt Fraser's voice at the edge of the treeline.*
*After a last check of the outside of the control car Max heads back into the Manor to join Watkins, Simpson, Cooke, and the Doctor in the parlour.*
"It's a frosty clear night and no mistake." Max shivers. "Was almost getting used to being warm again too."
"Well Commander if that ship has moved off perhaps we can return to being warm."
"I apologize for the turmoil Ma'am."
"So far nobody has punched any holes in my walls so we are way ahead of last time." She says with a rueful grin.
Cpl Cooke is munching on a meat pie while looking over one of the captured bugs.
"Well Cpl, these things all down now?"
Cooke swallows and sits up straighter. "Aye sir! I'll leave my gear on as long as we are here just in case though."
"Well done Cpl, let Watkins and Simpson take a look at one of them things."
Cooke holds one up. "Here you go lads."
*Simpson gingerly takes the critter and moves over to the side table under the fancy electric lamp and soon he and Watkins are looking at it through their pocket magnifiers and muttering quietly to themselves.*
Max watches for a second then shakes his head with a smile. "That'll keep em busy for a bit."
As Iveta and Miss BB move across the open space surrounding the manor they see the dark bulk of Sgt Fraser waving from the edge of the trees. Coming up to him Miss BB says, "Good shooting". She smooths her bloomers and asks "What have you found?"
Fraser nods at the two lady airship officers and then points to the crate lying further along the trail. "That's what it dropped Ma'am, but I wouldn't touch it yet. Maybe the doctor has a cart we can borrow to bring it back?"
Iveta eyes the crate, and the size of the depression it made in the snow as it landed, trying to guess its weight. "I'll go see if there is anything at the house. Shall I bring a few more hands?"
Fraser nods. "Yes Ma'am. If you please, maybe that Mr'Gears fellow?"
Nodding, Iveta takes off toward the house at a nimble run.
BB yells, "Pony, bring the pony! Everyone loves a pony."
Miss BB and Sgt Fraser stand watching the crate. Miss BB, hands on her hips says, "It's a box. Can we lift it ourselves?"
Fraser looks to BB. "Best not to touch it yet Ma.am, don't know what it is."
"Can I kick it?" she asks.
Fraser starts. "NO! What if it's an explosive?"
"Hmpf. Maybe the pony will kick it." says Miss BB.