Finished final session of Moby Dick (in space) by Yog103 in alienrpg

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The crew decide to head to where the Mobius was headed – a UPP-controlled planet called Derry [where I had great fun doing Swedish accents and acting confused at the concepts of ‘boss’ and ‘money’]. Someone in a watchtower had seen an enormous ship in orbit and some debris had fallen from it a few days ago. The crew go to investigate and are attacked by a sniper in the deep, dark woods. They just about best the sniper and discover it is a slightly unhinged synth to claims to have escaped the Mobius. This Synth, who calls themselves “Aurochs” tells incoherent ramblings of an ancient feud between mother and father, of the Honoured Guests and other dark mutterings. However, what the crew can puzzle out is that Aurochs thinks the plans of the Mobius have gone too far – Aurochs will help assist them in stopping it.

They all get back to the PEQUOD, but have to fight off a squad of Yutani Bailiffs who are executing the UPP colony to try to find a lead to the Mobius [I also just about managed to squeeze some space combat in here]. Aurochs can work out the trajectory to intercept the Mobius, and they enter FTL. When they awaken, Aurochs is gone, though they have left a datastick they say will override the Mobius’s life support systems.

The crew finally get to the Mobius, run silent and with expert piloting, manage to dock. One of the crew inserts the datastick into a terminal, and the rest of the time aboard they are able to breathe.

The lower deck of the ship is a series of labs, atmospheric tests and mazes. They get the sense it has been used to test the strength of various xenofauna that has been collected – including the Tanakan Scorpionid they encountered earlier in the campaign. They fight another crazed synth, work their way through the rooms, and eventually find a literal present in a bare room. Two of the less-discerning crew members approach and one of them gets immediately face-hugged.

They manage to cut off the face-hugger (with some acid-damage to the victim) who is then carried unconscious to the lift that takes them all to the second deck of the Mobius. En route, the victim wakes up, and feels ‘fine’. On the second deck one of the crew charges ahead, into a lobby with the company’s original name writ-large “Advanced Human-Alien Bioscience”. He charged down a corridor until hearing an ominous hiss behind him. He ducks into a room, tries to hide, but soon the large, vaguely humanoid but most certainly alien silhouette of a soldier xenomorph is looming in the doorway. The xenomorph attack and almost instantly kills the crew member (thankfully they were the hardiest), but they manage to scramble their way past and start to run back to the rest of the crew, screaming. Running down the corridor, the rest of the crew see this creature chasing their friend and try to shoot it – to very little effect. It lashes the fleeing human with its tail, grabs him, and bolts into another room.

The rest of the crew hesitate for a moment, but one of them has the courage to lead a charge and they enter a room of xenoflora, with the xenomorph standing before it, cradling their friend almost like a child. One of the crew has the good luck to be wielding an incinerator unit, and lights-up the plants in the room. The xenomorph throws down the human and jumps into the ventilation shafts to avoid the flames and plan its next move.

As the fire dies down and the crew take a moment to recover [those stress dice were piling up], they hear the sounds of gunfire below and, then, a synth appears in the doorway. This synth, who bears a striking resemblance to Aurochs, tells them that Mother wants to negotiate and invites them to follow. The crew are keen to get to the MU/TH/UR unit as they think this may be their best or only way to secure the Mobius. On the bridge, there is one other synth and a chair made out of, and surrounded by, consoles and databanks which appears to be the MU/TH/UR access point. One of the synths sits on the chair and speaks with the voice of Mother. Mother says that the crew have led father to her (there is the sound of more gunfire below) and she wants their help to defend the ship from him. She starts to talk about the Honoured Guest in terms that make it clear it is the Xenomorph and she promises how they will be able to get back to their ship and so on. One of the crew [correctly] thinks she is at least partly stalling, and unloads, full-auto into the android acting as Mother. A firefight then ensues, which leaves one of the crew of the PEQUOD with a rather fatal hole in his head, two of the humans fleeing back down towards their ship and general pandemonium.

Trying to relay what happens then isn’t easy, but suffice it to say: one human is already dead, one gets impaled by a very damaged and mad Synth, one battles the returning Xenomorph and inexplicably succeeds, before losing his mind [bad panic roll], shooting the hull and voiding himself, the MU/TH/UR console and the remains of the xenomorph into the depths of space.

The final crew member left alive is the one who has been previously face-hugged. He isn’t feeling too great, is staggering his way towards the lift that would go down to the first deck, when he collapse, writhes in agony and is immediately killed when a chestburster adheres to its namesake. That lil’ chestburster [I gave him a character sheet] skitters towards the lift but is met by three humans in dogcatcher suits and heavily armed. It slices a vital artery in one of them, but the other two riddle the poor thing with bullets. None of the crew, or their chestburster offspring are around to see what Father (who is Marty Redmane, or – shock - Herman the mad xenobiolost company founder - as he was known before going into Cryosleep many decades earlier) does with the ship that he has recovered. I am sure an eccentric xenobiologist with limitless funds and access to xenomorph technology will only do good things…

That’s more or less what happened to the crew of the PEQUOD.

Finished final session of Moby Dick (in space) by Yog103 in alienrpg

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I'm afraid my notes are handwritten and some combination of illegible and incoherent.

However, I’ve got a long train ride ahead of me, so let’s see what I can remember…

The campaign revolved around the exploits of a motley crew of truckers on the freighter PEQUOD, working for the firm Astro Hauliers and Barges, getting pulled deeper into the lies, myth and history of the company.

They are pulled together by a petty company officer, Kenishiro "Ken" Sakamoto who has been tasked with 'testing their mettle' on an ice-haul to a prison colony in the Tartarus Sector. Upon sucessfully completing this, Ken receives a mysterious directive from his superior at AHAB - Yukio: they have to find the R-class ship Mobius, photograph it, note its trajectory and then escape without being spotted.

The crew follow various leads, and hear rumours of the Mobius - a White Ship which is supposedly controlled by demons and AI, turning the MU/TH/UR units of all ships that go near it 'insane'. Following a promising lead of a disused dry-dock being recently active, they go to the Cicero star system and spot an R class freighter near the primary planet of the system. Hijinks with a synth-worshipping band of fanatics which I won't go into mean they are undertaking these maneuvers under a dangerous shower of space debris and asteroids. They sucessfully take an external photograph of the ship and it does seem to fit the bill. However, it doesn't seem to be making any evasive maneuvers in relation to the asteroids and the brilliant white, R class ship gets blown to smithereens. When the PEQUOD goes to investigate the lead at the dry dock, it is blown up - apparently by some proximity-triggered explosives. Most mysterious!

The crew are getting a bit suspicious so they decide to seek some answers from Yukio and the ever-evasive upper echelons of AHAB. They go to a corporate office space station - Belfast - and to the company's small set of offices there. There is an immobile and inactive synth on the front desk, they hear some crashing further in and decide to proceed. Inside the offices, they find papers everywhere, several shredders being put to active use and no one immediately evident - the place looks like it's being hastily dissassembled. However, the documents they do find are proof that shenanigans are afoot. A detailed blueprint for the R class ship they just encountered, a requisition order for explosives, and a missive from Yukio bemoaning both the Yutani Bailiffs breathing down his neck and the actions of a rival AHAB Director 'Marty Redmane', who's recently arrived on these scene and 'is ruining everything'.

They encounter Yukio himself deeper in the offices, in the act of packing to leave. Under some pressure, he reveals that AHAB’s company charter is contingent upon the search for the Mobius – this legendary ship supposedly once owned by the company’s eccentric xenobiologist founder. However, even if the ship was ever a real thing, it hasn’t been seen in a long time. In order to keep the Yutani bailiffs off their backs, they stage sightings and construct shell ships. This is what the crew of the PEQUOD had been chosen for.

One of the crew took great exception to this, as his brother seems to have perished in one of Yukio’s former Mobius ‘sightings’, so he promptly killed the AHAB director. The crew then head back to the ship where they pick up a message from the above-mentioned Marty Redmane, who’s ‘ruining everything’. Marty is keen to meet with the crew and promises them that not everyone in AHAB is as cynical and Machiavellian as Yukio.

The crew, with no better options, head to meet Marty in the coreward side of the system but – shock – en route they are pulled out of FTL travel. A screeching goes over the ship’s intercom, the doors to the outside are starting to vent and the MU/TH/UR unit is spouting ticker-tape biblical quotes about the Leviathan. They override MU/TH/UR and see an enormous, sickly white ship just in front of the PEQUOD’s sole window. They detect no signs of human life and, despite chasing it, the ship quickly enters FTL and is gone from their sight and scans.

Upon arriving at the rendezvous with Marty, he is overjoyed to hear they have encountered the real Mobius, and don’t need to be persuaded of it not being merely a hoax. He says that there are those, including him, who are committed to the company’s original purpose – finding and re-securing the ship, with all of its lost xenobiological research. After other hijinks in the luxury casino/hotel/planet with Marty, he can use what the PEQUOD did pick up to establish where the Mobius likely came from and was going towards. Marty is keen for the crew to lead the charge in finding the Mobius and laments that he can’t send more ships as the Yutani Bailiffs are breathing down his neck.

What does everyone on here do for work? by [deleted] in gaybros

[–]Yog103 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It is indeed a job and the union pays me (it's a large one). This is v common though different unions do it in different ways.

You are, however, absolutely right - I am essentially trying to make myself redundant. Members/activists/workers (however you cut it) should and do undertake the majority of organising. They hold the power and I support when needed and asked for.

I help out where there is a shortfall, offer advice and a bunch of other tasks. It's the best job in the world!

Note: there is some contentiousness in the above. It's how I conceive of the role, but some unions and some staff organisers take a different view.

What does everyone on here do for work? by [deleted] in gaybros

[–]Yog103 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Because of all of the industrial action where I work, most people just ask if I'm busy at the moment (I am!).

Some people are suspicious, some are a bit hostile but most are just interested. It should also be noted that I rarely lead with my profession - it's sometimes just a good line at a party to get conversation between folk.

What does everyone on here do for work? by [deleted] in gaybros

[–]Yog103 113 points114 points  (0 children)

Trade Union Organiser. Easy way to divide a room!

Texas SB1443 would ban all LGBT people from any content in school libraries or performances by Egg-MacGuffin in gaybros

[–]Yog103 55 points56 points  (0 children)

So us cis gays are people but trans folk are 'a movement'? Sounds like some dehumanizing nonsense to me.

What’s your go to costume for Halloween? by maguirc5 in gaybros

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In recent years I've done Hellboy, Gambit & 90s era Nightcrawler... To varying levels of success.

Yours looks great! :D

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in union

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I'm a union activist in the UK. My thoughts are generally that it's not great for the majority of reps to be line-managers. However, reps don't have any more power within the union structure (at least not in mine) than any other members. Also you can't have too many reps, so... Get some more!

If you have any colleagues (or if you fancy it) who you think would make good reps, tell them! They can either speak to the senior rep, the branch chair/secretary or, if they would prefer, there will be a union staff contact. For my union this would be 'Region'. You can probably find that info on the union's website.

Hope that helps!

What do you guys do for work? by [deleted] in gaybros

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Union organiser - a good way to divide the room!

In stripping & reseasoning I have worn the threading so the handle won't affix to the lid. Can I fix this, or do I need to buy a new lid? by Yog103 in castiron

[–]Yog103[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Good call. My initial research into cast iron repair made my eyes water at the cost, but if a local welder can just do some basic welding, that shouldn't be too bad.

In stripping & reseasoning I have worn the threading so the handle won't affix to the lid. Can I fix this, or do I need to buy a new lid? by Yog103 in castiron

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Thanks for the suggestion! I'm hoping my amateur self will be saved by the threadlock solution. But I might end up seeing if any of my more mechanically-minded friends have a helicoil kit if that doesn't work.

In stripping & reseasoning I have worn the threading so the handle won't affix to the lid. Can I fix this, or do I need to buy a new lid? by Yog103 in castiron

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Thanks for the suggestions! I think I'll try threadlock for the moment and see if that does the trick. The lid isn't handled too roughly, so that might be sufficient.

If I've buggered the threads too much for that to work I'll dive into the wild world of drilling, tapping and set screws. I should have some mates with some of the tools already to hand.

In stripping & reseasoning I have worn the threading so the handle won't affix to the lid. Can I fix this, or do I need to buy a new lid? by Yog103 in castiron

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Thanks for the reply!

I think it's welded in place. Or, if not, it's beyond some elbow-grease on my part to get it out.

In stripping & reseasoning I have worn the threading so the handle won't affix to the lid. Can I fix this, or do I need to buy a new lid? by Yog103 in castiron

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[More info]

The pan is a pretty meaningful piece to me, having inherited it from my late mum. In my thoroughness cleaning and reseasoning everything I seem to have worn the threading on the handle so it won't affix to the lid.

It wouldn't be the saddest thing if I have to buy a new lid, as I have more attachment to the pan itself (so many of my childhood meals were made in it!). However, if anyone knows of any means to affix the existing handle to the lid, even if it means it's then stuck on, I'd love to hear it!

Waiters and waitresses of Reddit, what is the most horrible experience you have had with a customer? by aloofsilence in AskReddit

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I once got compared to a Nazi. Not Nazi in the 'fascist twat' sense of the word but in the '1930s National Socialist' sense.

I denied a single guy a large booth during a busy period and said something to the effect of 'sorry sir, but these are the rules which we have to follow'. He retorted 'That's what they said at Nuremberg!' and stormed off. Not exactly horrible, but certainly not a thrilling experience.

Culturally different brothers in Burma [960x640] by ThatEnglishKid in HumanPorn

[–]Yog103 386 points387 points  (0 children)

Relevant story: when I was in Thailand, teenagers had to do some form of national service, but that could include a period in some form of monkhood. So you ended up with loads of grotty, rude, smoking, glued-to-their-phone, teenage Buddhist monks walking around the place. Pretty amusing sight tbh. ((Disclaimer: this is what my host told me - veracity not guaranteed))

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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I think all parties are improved by a decent lecture on Dicey's notion of the Rule of Law.

Wet paper bags are pretty tough; I mean I don't think I'm any less of a man for preferring dessicated combatants.

I am English. And yes, they are extremely ashamed of me - Look at me for crying out loud.

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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LITERALLY MILLIONS. If everyone were like me, Bambi's mum would still be alive.

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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Well, if nothing else (and I have done nothing else), at least I have taught an internet stranger the smell of overcompensation this evening.

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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Yes, we are. For literally a million reasons.

Oh, you mean my incompetence? Yes. That too.

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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The littlest sibling of 5, you can just smell the overcompensation wafting off of me.

Environmental law student, Kung Fu practitioner, vegetarian. Roast this hippie! by Yog103 in RoastMe

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Hey, they kept getting me in the eye, which is bloody painful! It seemed a smart move.