Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of fifteenth session -- September 20th, 1993

Players:
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent

Transcript:
9/20/93 8:52:13 PM Opening "DG Game 15" for recording.

Pagan Pub:	Okay we're ready to begin.
Agent Starbird:	If the first two don't spontaneously combust or something, I'm going in and
Agent Starbird:	motioning the dozen-or-so agents to follow...
Agent Newcastle:	Wait until you know we can come back.
Agent Newcastle:	No sense putting all our eggs, I mean agents, in one basket.
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle then Nedler steps through. Nedler holds a box containing the crystal.
Agent Starbird:	How are the first two across? They seem OK?
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle hits the floor.
Pagan Pub:	Nedler is okay.
Agent Starbird:	Great. Just great.
Agent Newcastle:	As in unconcious or to avoid bullets?
Pagan Pub:	As in a sack of potatoes.
Agent Newcastle:	oh, my!
Pagan Pub:	Nedler staggers for a moment and goes pale, but straightens up and seems fine. [Although the players didnÕt guess this, Agent Newcastle didnÕt have a high enough POW score to make it through the gate conscious. Nedler just barely did.]
Agent Starbird:	Nedler's holding a crystal ... he also held his breath. Which is responsible, I wonder?
Agent Newcastle:	Crystal, that's my guess.
Agent Fenemore:	Try to reach them on radio
Agent Fenemore:	"Nedler?"
Gary Nedler:	[Nedler looks around, then kneels by Newcastle, slowly getting blue from holding his breath]
Pagan Pub:	No dice on the radio.
Pagan Pub:	You can see each other, of course.
Agent Fenemore:	I wave, does Nedler seem to see me?
Agent Starbird:	I motion for them to come back.
Gary Nedler:	[Nedler holds box with one hand, puts Newcastle's hand on box with other. :: very blue :: ]
Agent Fenemore:	I radio for breathing equipment
Gary Nedler:	[Nedler shakes his head, waves his arms, shouting, you make out the word "man".]
Pagan Pub:	LOL
Agent Fenemore:	"Where is that breathing apparatus?"
Agent Newcastle:	How blue is Gary?
Agent Fenemore:	Do I still have my 'undercover' crystal?
Agent Starbird:	I do my best pantomime, trying to communicate to Nedler that he should drag Newcastle back...
Gary Nedler:	[Gary's breathing heavily, starts beckoning to come on, then holds hand out palm forward ...
Gary Nedler:	... shaking his head.]
Agent Newcastle:	Wouldn't we all have our 'undercover' crystals?
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle: Yes, you and Fenemore are wearing crystals, as is Nedler in addition to the one he
Pagan Pub:	carries.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird is not, unless he has the one recovered originally.
Agent Starbird:	But of course... ;-)
Pagan Pub:	I think you do, Starbird, to be honest. No prob.
Agent Starbird:	Head shake: An up-down "yes" shake? Or a side-side "no" shake?
Gary Nedler:	[(side to side) Gary puts box down, inspects himself, makes okay sign, shoves box ...
Gary Nedler:	... back through portal (but not himself) ]
Agent Newcastle:	Puts down box????????
Pagan Pub:	The box pops through on the Temple side of the gate.
Agent Newcastle:	How's Gary?
Agent Starbird:	Maybe the crystal is like a ticket -- it gets you there, but once there, you don't need it to stay?
Pagan Pub:	The other FBI agents are clearly agitated. To Starbird: "Sir, does that man need medical attention?"
Pagan Pub:	Note that Newcastle IS wearing a crystal.
Gary Nedler:	[Gary points at box, mimes lifting, beckons to come on, points all around him, ...
Gary Nedler:	... beckons to come on again.]
Agent Fenemore:	Sounds like a good idea - we could go over one at a time with the crystal - be careful
Agent Starbird:	One way to find out: I pick up the box and step through.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird steps through the gate.
Agent Newcastle:	Would someone like to help me?
Agent Fenemore:	it may get 'used up' - maybe it give the energy to cross . . .
Agent Fenemore:	so what happens to starbird? [The Keeper informed Newcastle, Nedler and now Starbird of what happened when they crossed through in private.]
Pagan Pub:	Tell them.
Agent Starbird:	[Starbird staggers, much like Nedler did, but recovers quickly.]
Agent Fenemore:	are they paying any attention to newcastle?
Agent Starbird:	Checking out Newcastle ... what's his condition?
Gary Nedler:	"He's out, but okay, man. Check him out."
Agent Fenemore:	I tell the agant with the biggest gun to come over after me - I motion for the box
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle is alive and breathing.
Pagan Pub:	But unconscious.
Agent Starbird:	How nice.
Agent Starbird:	Time to push the box back across to the other side, I guess...
Agent Fenemore:	(those gates just eat up magic points don't they!)
Agent Starbird:	Tell me about my new surroundings -- anything that wasn't apparent from the other side?
Agent Fenemore:	I take it and jump across - push it back for the next agent
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore jumps through.
Gary Nedler:	Nedler tries to stop him from jumping across "Wait Man!"
Pagan Pub:	He staggers a bit and feels weak.
Pagan Pub:	All four of you are now on the other side of the gate.
Agent Starbird:	"Wait? Why? What's going on?"
Gary Nedler:	"Whoa, man, flashing, thought you were on this side man."
Agent Fenemore:	Gary, what's the matter?
Gary Nedler:	"I'm cool, just a little disoriented is all. No problem, man."
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore pushes the box back through for another agent to use.
Pagan Pub:	The four of you are breathing and alive, although Newcastle is unconscious.
Agent Fenemore:	I push the box back for a big-gunned agent
Agent Starbird:	Any chance of reviving Newcastle?
Agent Fenemore:	"He looks to be in good helth - I think he'll come around"
Pagan Pub:	You're standing in a large open area within some sort of high-tech (but not human-tech) structure.
Agent Newcastle:	Not in this life time.
Agent Starbird:	C'mon, this is the big finish! The GM wouldn't let you lie unconscious for the duration, would he?
Gary Nedler:	"Man, try some first aid."
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 60
Gary Nedler:	(no good)
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 100
Agent Newcastle:	Thanks Shiny!!!!
Gary Nedler:	(Good fumble, Shiny!)
Agent Fenemore:	I accidentally cut off his head
Agent Starbird:	Fenemore! What are you doing?!?
Agent Fenemore:	"Gee, I thought that would help!"
Gary Nedler:	"Man, it's cool, let him wake up naturally, Kyle."
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 45
Agent Starbird:	Starbird made his roll by 25
Pagan Pub:	Well, you guys fuss about but he has no physical injuries. Starbird treats Newcastle for shock,
Pagan Pub:	and Fenemore un-treats him for shock, and the end result is 0.
Pagan Pub:	Zilch, that is.
Agent Starbird:	Let's keep him comfortable, and see if he's any better by the time the rest of the agents
Agent Starbird:	make their way across.
Pagan Pub:	Okay.
Pagan Pub:	The other FBI agents begin coming through.
Pagan Pub:	Two of them drop unconscious.
Pagan Pub:	The rest are tired but okay.
Agent Starbird:	Even with the crystal?
Pagan Pub:	Yep, remember that Newcastle had a crystal too.
Agent Starbird:	Yeah, but he didn't have *the* crystal that we found in the room... I thought that one
Agent Starbird:	might be special in some way.
Gary Nedler:	Gary makes a closer inspection of room, but doesn't touch anything ...
Gary Nedler:	... looking for doors, buttons that say "Destroy Earth", that kind of thing.
Pagan Pub:	The chamber is about 40'x40'. One side is all transparent, through which you can see the massive
Pagan Pub:	red planet and the ring of structures/satellites like this one that reaches around the planet.
Agent Starbird:	Cool.
Pagan Pub:	There are panels in the wall that pulse with color.
Pagan Pub:	A strange throbbing vibration reverberates through the satellite.
Pagan Pub:	(the vibration isn't new, it's been here since you arrived)
Pagan Pub:	There are two wall sections about 8' off the ground that have a strange gelatin-like translucence.
Pagan Pub:	They're about 12' in diameter.
Pagan Pub:	On opposite walls
Gary Nedler:	"Trippy, man."
Gary Nedler:	The transparent section -- does it seem to be glass, or a portal like we just came through?
Pagan Pub:	Translucent, not transparent. Dimly glowing, can't see through it to any real extent.
Gary Nedler:	I meant the transparent section that looks down on the planet.
Pagan Pub:	Oh, that. No, you can see where it is attached to the main part of the structure.
Pagan Pub:	Your basic big window, or Star Trek viewscreen, or whatever.
Pagan Pub:	POWx3 rolls from Nedler and Fenemore, please.
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 34
Gary Nedler:	That makes it by 11 (whew)
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 47
Agent Fenemore:	made it
Agent Starbird:	Is Newcastle or the other two unconscious agents up and about yet?
Pagan Pub:	Nope, not yet.
Agent Newcastle:	That explains why I went down. My Pow is very low, only 9.
Agent Newcastle:	You guys are POW monsters. [Newcastle guesses right!]
Agent Starbird:	What else is here? Doorways? Openings? Corridors?
Pagan Pub:	Nothing else besides the glowing color panels (six of them, about four feet in diameter on one wall)
Pagan Pub:	and the two translucent 12' diameter panels on opposite walls. [Since Fenemore & Nedler have been established as psychically sensitive somehow, the Keeper informs them in private that they can feel a tremendous amount of magical energy flowing from the orbiting station theyÕre in down into the planet.]
Agent Fenemore:	There's a lot of power building up here, folks
Agent Fenemore:	- I point to the spot where its coming from
Gary Nedler:	"Man, feel the major vibes coming from this wall. Gives me a headache, man."
Gary Nedler:	"Well, maybe not a headache exactly, but it's a strong psychic force, man ...
Gary Nedler:	... sort of like a mantra only way more powerful."
Agent Fenemore:	ItÕs a constant flow into the planet
Agent Fenemore:	"They must be channelling the collected energy to the planet - I think we need to destroy
Agent Fenemore:	these satellites
Agent Fenemore:	but how?"
Agent Newcastle:	We are out here in space. This is their ballgame. I don't think we can.
Agent Fenemore:	"Maybe if we take out those panels . . ."
Gary Nedler:	"Destroy this, man? Think of the applications. No automobiles, no pollution."
Agent Starbird:	Wait a minute. What do we have to base any of this on?
Agent Fenemore:	"I can feel it"
Agent Newcastle:	Ohhh. What hit me?
Agent Newcastle:	::wiggle wiggle::
Agent Starbird:	Newcastle! How do you feel?
Agent Newcastle:	Low down and beaten.
Agent Fenemore:	"Oh, Newcastle - you had a rough trip"
Agent Starbird:	Well, we could empty our weapons into anything that looks remotely vital and see what happens...
Agent Starbird:	... just a thought
Agent Newcastle:	And we could die like dogs in a vacuum.
Agent Starbird:	No, no, we jump back through the gate just before it blows up...
Gary Nedler:	"We need a better plan of attack than that."
Agent Newcastle:	I've had enough of this lying on the ground, motionless. I say we take it easy. Be careful
Gary Nedler:	"If we just blow this thing up, we can't get back, and the planet's still out here ...
Gary Nedler:	... coming towards earth, man."
Pagan Pub:	[enjoying this debate tremendously]
Agent Starbird:	OK, a more careful approach. We toss a couple of inanimate objects into the gelatinous
Agent Starbird:	panels and see what happens.
Agent Fenemore:	"We need to disable the flow of power"
Agent Starbird:	"What flow of power? For all I know, this could be a bad soundtrack."
Gary Nedler:	Pagan, were there any obvious doors?
Pagan Pub:	No openings per se, no.
Agent Newcastle:	How many of these satelites/energy pods can we see?
Pagan Pub:	Six, including yours, but they apparently circle the planet and you're pretty close. Maybe 12, 18
Pagan Pub:	altogether?
Gary Nedler:	"Man, if you want to get all these satellites, we need some serious artillery ...
Gary Nedler:	... Nothing like these tiny guns."
Agent Newcastle:	There should be an exit. That thing probably came through here. Or it's still on the loose
Gary Nedler:	"Could those gelatinous panels be alien doors, man?"
Agent Newcastle:	Hey, I thought these were bad enough for your cosmic vibe, man!
Agent Newcastle:	Now you want big guns?
Gary Nedler:	"Feel that planet. It's not friendly."
Agent Starbird:	"Here's an idea. We leave. We get a *really* big bomb. We set the timer. We push it through the gate.
Agent Starbird:	Goodbye sattelite."
Agent Newcastle:	I'll bet they can fly. Like a big mosquito that lives in robot heads.
Agent Newcastle:	Like a nuke? How are we going to justify that?
Agent Starbird:	Nope. Not a nuke. But a large conventional explosive should do it.
Agent Fenemore:	"Well, there's only one way to find out. Agent, get me up on your shoulder." to nameless
Agent Fenemore:	agent
Pagan Pub:	Agent Frederick hoists Fenemore up to....where?
Agent Fenemore:	over to the gelatanous panel Frederick"
Gary Nedler:	Hmm. Pagan, any _small_ openings of any kind?
Pagan Pub:	Nedler: Nope.
Gary Nedler:	"Nuking just this one satellite probably isn't enough, man. How do we know ...
Gary Nedler:	... they can't open a portal from any of them?"
Agent Newcastle:	But there are 10 or so more that we can see.
Agent Fenemore:	"But if this satellite is channeling energy, what are the others doing?"
Agent Newcastle:	The same thing probably. All these Cthulhu baddies have nothing better to do than destroy
Agent Newcastle:	us humans.
Agent Starbird:	Maybe it's a network -- take down one, and the whole thing collapses.
Gary Nedler:	"Pretty lame network, man."
Pagan Pub:	Frederick hoists Fenemore up to one of the two translucent panels. Fenemore, you're at the right
Pagan Pub:	height. Now what?
Agent Newcastle:	I stand back
Gary Nedler:	Gary covers his ears.
Agent Fenemore:	I take my crystal and prod it into the membrane or whatever
Agent Starbird:	Starbird holds his breath.
Agent Newcastle:	Oh my.
Agent Newcastle:	Prodding into membranes is never a good idea.
Agent Starbird:	I know I don't like it when *my* membranes get prodded into...
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore vanishes.
Agent Newcastle:	Ye-ow!
Agent Starbird:	Great. Just great.
Pagan Pub:	The membrane glows briefly as this occurs.
Agent Fenemore:	bye!
Agent Newcastle:	I told ya, I told ya. Never prod another man's membrane!
Agent Starbird:	Define vanishes: Fade out? Sucked into membrane? Folded in on himself? Gone in a flash?
Agent Starbird:	And what about Frederick?
Pagan Pub:	Frederick is here, he's fine. Scared, but fine.
Gary Nedler:	"Fenemore might be passed out on the other side, man."
Agent Starbird:	Is Fenemore still wearing that one-way wire? If so, what do I hear?
Gary Nedler:	(smart, Gamer!)
Agent Fenemore:	"I think I'm on the next satellite - I'm ok"
Agent Fenemore:	(over radio)
Gary Nedler:	"Whoa, man, 90 second delay."
Agent Newcastle:	Alllllriiiight! This explosives idea might work after all!
Agent Starbird:	"Fenemore says he's OK -- those things are portals to other satellites, apparently."
Gary Nedler:	How many agents are there, Pagan?
Agent Starbird:	16 total, I think, right?
Pagan Pub:	Yep.
Gary Nedler:	Be awfully convenient if that amounted to one per satellite. Just kidding.
Agent Fenemore:	"We could take all these out if we got enough remote detonators - we could send the agent
Agent Fenemore:	who made the trip the easiest back for them."
Gary Nedler:	Hmm, Pagan, did Fenemore remember to take a 2-way radio?
Pagan Pub:	Yes, he did.
Agent Fenemore:	(Pagan - there is no gate to earth in this satellite, is there?)
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore: Nope.
Gary Nedler:	"Kyle, man, how tough was it stepping through this portal? You okay?"
Agent Starbird:	I'll try to call Fenemore, then...
Agent Starbird:	"Kyle? Are you OK?"
Agent Fenemore:	"I'm fine - its much like where you are - nothing unpleasant at all."
Pagan Pub:	The other membrane pulses. Something comes through.
Pagan Pub:	SAN rolls, please.
Gary Nedler:	[oh, s**t]
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 24
Gary Nedler:	Cool, made it!
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 21
Agent Newcastle:	Got it!
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 57
Agent Starbird:	Made it!
Agent Fenemore:	me too?
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore: Nope, nothing evil where you are! ;-)
Agent Starbird:	"Is there a portal like the one we came through?"
Agent Starbird:	Did our new friend come in on the same side that Fenemore left through, or the other one?
Gary Nedler:	Other one, I think.
Pagan Pub:	Other one, yes.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird recognizes it.
Pagan Pub:	It's a massive glistening roll of spongy flesh, with a huge brain-like appendage at the "front."
Agent Starbird:	Great. Kind of a flying brain sac, lots of pulsing colors, big gun?
Pagan Pub:	There are numerous hideous appendages, some moving as if to keep it aloft although aerodynamically
Pagan Pub:	it ain't possible.
Gary Nedler:	"Yuck, man, that's disgusting.
Pagan Pub:	The brain is pulsing different colors very quickly. The thing makes a bizarre chittering noise and
Pagan Pub:	levels some sort of metal tube in your direction. It's about 9' in diameter, including appendages.
Agent Newcastle:	Drop to ground and open fire, asap.
Agent Starbird:	If that tube is pointed *anywhere* near me, I duck and roll.
Agent Starbird:	And fire, of course.
Gary Nedler:	Gary fires first thing at hand. BF gun? Or taser?
Pagan Pub:	Nedler: Taser, not close enough.
Gary Nedler:	BF gun, and hit floor.
Pagan Pub:	The other FBI agents who were with Starbird respond with a hail of automatic weapons fire.
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle: roll, please. Full auto? Single shot?
Agent Newcastle:	Full auto
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 88
Agent Newcastle:	Well, at close range?
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle: this room is 40' in diameter and you're clustered by the far wall where Fenemore went
Pagan Pub:	through the membrane. No dice.
Gary Nedler:	Oh, if we're that far away BF gun is no good. Just drop to ground.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird: you're doing some funky stuff on the floor.
Agent Fenemore:	"Hello?"
Agent Starbird:	"We got company, Kyle. Stand by."
Agent Fenemore:	"Ok - you need help?"
Agent Starbird:	"Yeah. Get back here if you can."
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 53
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 68
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 12
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 13
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 19
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 62
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 99
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 90
Agent Newcastle:	Oh, my
Pagan Pub:	Eight agents get their weapons brought to bear and open up this round.
Pagan Pub:	Three of them get solid hits, with bursts splatting into the thing.
Pagan Pub:	Four others are slow to respond for various reasons.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 56
Agent Fenemore:	missed my jump - no footstools nearby?
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 80
Pagan Pub:	The bursts throw the creature off balance. It spins in space for a moment, as a green beam bursts
Pagan Pub:	from the tube and lacerates a section of the wall. God forbid it should hit the window -- or your
Pagan Pub:	bullets, for that matter. You don't know how strong the window is.
Agent Fenemore:	let me know when I can try jumping again
Agent Starbird:	Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird:	Maybe we should bring flamethrowers next time...
Pagan Pub:	New round.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird can fire. Newcastle can fire.
Pagan Pub:	The same 8 agents open up again.
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 71
Agent Newcastle:	Darn.
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 24
Agent Starbird:	Nailed it.
Pagan Pub:	How many shots -- a burst, Starbird?
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 2 100-sided dice: 93 32
Agent Starbird:	Actually, hit it twice out of three shots with a 9mm
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 2 10-sided dice: 3 5
Agent Starbird:	8 points damage
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 8 100-sided dice: 58 18 39 54 51 60 34 61
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 38
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 95
Agent Fenemore:	oof! white men can't jump!
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 12-sided die: 10
Pagan Pub:	The thing makes a horrific piercing screech as the beam sweeps across the group.
Agent Starbird:	When we come back with our little "sow bombs throughout the network" plan, let's remember
Agent Starbird:	to bring ladders...
Pagan Pub:	Eight agents go down. Three are obviously toast. Luck rolls from the three of you, please.
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 86
Agent Newcastle:	No, sir.
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 63
Agent Starbird:	Made it, but not by much...
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 63
Pagan Pub:	Misses Newcastle, Starbird.
Agent Starbird:	I hope there aren't too many more of these. (*None* would be a good number...)
Agent Starbird:	It seems like one is about all we can handle.
Agent Newcastle:	True.
Pagan Pub:	Whilst we wait, Idea rolls please.
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 66
Agent Starbird:	Made it.
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 59
Agent Newcastle:	Yes.
Gary Nedler:	Luck first, then Idea.
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 2 100-sided dice: 91 91
Gary Nedler:	Gong! x 2
Pagan Pub:	That's the wind-up, here's the pitch...
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die: 100
Pagan Pub:	Oh shit! [The beam weapon carried by the Mi-Go explodes due to the fumbled roll.]
Agent Newcastle:	ha-ha
Agent Newcastle:	Gun blow up, go BOOM
Pagan Pub:	No shit!
Agent Starbird:	Whatta break! You're living right, Nedler...
Pagan Pub:	Damn shame you're in the blast radius.
Agent Newcastle:	oh, no.
Agent Starbird:	Oops. Check that...
Pagan Pub:	Someone shot up the ray gun and it erupts in a tremendous burst of force.
Gary Nedler:	Wouldn't it be cool if our crystals helped us? Not for the agents, though.
Agent Newcastle:	Cool, but unlikely.
Pagan Pub:	The creature is incinerated.
Pagan Pub:	The window by which it was floating suddenly bulges outward.
Pagan Pub:	The membrane behind it ruptures.
Agent Newcastle:	oh, my
Pagan Pub:	The walls around it shatter.
Agent Starbird:	Great. Just great.
Pagan Pub:	Idea rolls, all.
Gary Nedler:	I hate it when this happens.
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 23
Gary Nedler:	Made it!
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 42
Agent Starbird:	Made it.
Agent Newcastle:	Run for the gate to earth. Run away.
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle is excused from making his Idea roll.
Pagan Pub:	Your Idea roll tells you: get the fuck out. Get the fuck out right now.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 1
Agent Fenemore:	whamp! there it is!
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore: your Idea roll of 1 entitles you to the realization that there is a massive red line
Pagan Pub:	forming across the surface of the planet, and that it is in fact a massive eye that is opening. [The 10th planet is in fact the living planet Nemesis, first described in ChaosiumÕs SPAWN OF AZATHOTH campaign.]
Gary Nedler:	"Man, it's gonna blow! Run for the gate or it's early karmic payback, man!"
Agent Starbird:	I yell into the radio, "Decompression! We're bailing!" and run for the gate.
Pagan Pub:	It is, in short, alive and sentient.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 54
Agent Fenemore:	missed my damn jump!
Agent Starbird:	"Agents! We are leaving!"
Agent Fenemore:	"Throw a rope!"
Pagan Pub:	DEXx5 rolls, please, except for Fenemore.
Agent Fenemore:	(jump again?)
Pagan Pub:	SAN roll, Fenemore.
OnlineHost:	Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die: 25
Gary Nedler:	Made it.
Pagan Pub:	Nedler is through the gate.
OnlineHost:	Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die: 33
Agent Starbird:	Made it.
Pagan Pub:	Starbird is through the gate.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 72
Agent Newcastle:	Goodbye Fenemore. We'll miss you
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 76
Agent Newcastle:	No, not quite.
Gary Nedler:	"Wait, isn't Fenemore coming? Don't leave Kyle, man."
Pagan Pub:	Two agents have their wits about them and aren't wounded/unconscious and they go through as well.
Agent Fenemore:	do I maybe take san anyway?
OnlineHost:	Pagan Pub rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Pagan Pub:	3 points.
Agent Starbird:	Two? The other 10 are in deep space kimchee?
Pagan Pub:	Three agents were killed, seven were wounded/unconscious from the beam, two were insane.
Agent Fenemore:	jump again?
Pagan Pub:	Jump again.
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle: Luck roll, for real.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 97
Agent Fenemore:	tsz 56kleoufytdiys7xsitu5
Agent Fenemore:	"Guys?"
OnlineHost:	Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die: 86
Agent Newcastle:	crap
Pagan Pub:	On the other side of the big gate, Starbird, Nedler, and two agents see the window buckle and erupt.
Gary Nedler:	"Bummer, man, we should have gone through to get him."
Pagan Pub:	Newcastle is stumbling towards the gate.
Pagan Pub:	Suddenly it looks like he's running into the wind -- pumping his legs but getting nowhere.
Pagan Pub:	For a moment you see him lifted off the ground, an expression of pure horror on his face.
Agent Starbird:	Oh, man...
Pagan Pub:	Then the wall of the gate buckles and it goes dark.
Pagan Pub:	You can no longer see into the satellite. It's very quiet.
Agent Newcastle:	Waaaa, I died!
Agent Fenemore:	well - I am still alive - someday astronauts will discover my remains
Agent Newcastle:	ha-ha, at least I'm dead now
Agent Starbird:	Yeah, but it was a *great* death -- explosive decompression millions of miles from home!
Agent Newcastle:	True, a fine end for Newcastle
Agent Fenemore:	I spend all my remaining time and ammunition jumping from one satellite to the next and
Agent Fenemore:	killing Mi-go - try to blow it all up
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore: the membrane is no longer translucent. It dims and hardens.
Pagan Pub:	The other one, of course, is fine.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 97
Agent Fenemore:	I STILL CAN'T MAKE THAT FUCKING JUMP!!!!
Gary Nedler:	"Well, Newcastle and Fenemore and the other agents did a good job ...
Gary Nedler:	... tell their families they died saving the earth, man."
Agent Newcastle:	No, tell them they got hit by a bus.
Agent Starbird:	So the satellite is destroyed, and our gate to that system gone with it...
Gary Nedler:	What system? The planet is still coming towards earth, I think.
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 75
Agent Fenemore:	shit
OnlineHost:	Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die: 44
Agent Fenemore:	yes yes yes yes
Agent Fenemore:	I'm into the next satellite
Pagan Pub:	Fenemore is in the next satellite.
Agent Starbird:	"If they did... you said yourself, Gary, that if knocking out one satellite killed the network,
Agent Starbird:	it wasn't much of a network."
Gary Nedler:	"Yeah, but don't tell them they got hit by a bus. It's ignoble, man."
Agent Newcastle:	I don't want my relatives involved in this.
Agent Starbird:	Eventually, one of those flying brain/tentacle things with the big gun is going to find poor Kyle...
Agent Fenemore:	same thing?
Pagan Pub:	Yep.
Pagan Pub:	Essentially, Starbird is right. You're going to meet up with a number of people who will
Pagan Pub:	toast you after some chunky combat.
Gary Nedler:	Hmm. Any orbital viewing equipment in control room?
Pagan Pub:	Nope, no viewing equipment.
Agent Newcastle:	Don't tell my family anything! At least let them stay ignorent of the Mythos.
Agent Fenemore:	of course - our curtain falls on poor kyle, jumping and shooting, jumping and shooting
Pagan Pub:	God, what a bummer.
Gary Nedler:	Go outside and look towards planet. "Kyle's up there, man."
Agent Newcastle:	And my corpse!
Agent Starbird:	What's the latest from old Gaston about the 10th planet?
Agent Starbird:	And how's mop-up operations here at Enolsis?
Agent Newcastle:	Am I the first human to die out of our solar system?
Pagan Pub:	Enolsis is being mopped up still.
Pagan Pub:	It's clear to you guys that it was a set-up. They were expecting a raid and planted explosives to
Pagan Pub:	kill off women and kids, and subsequently blame the Feds ala Waco.
Gary Nedler:	What were the men going to do?
Pagan Pub:	Not all the men. And not just men. Just the higher-ups.
Pagan Pub:	"Women and kids" is more metaphorical than literal.
Gary Nedler:	Ah, "weaklings and underlings" then.
Agent Starbird:	The Living Power is long gone?
Pagan Pub:	No sign of him.
Pagan Pub:	In the next day or so, it's a big mess.
Pagan Pub:	People think the FBI is reacting to the LP's press conference that suggested he knew about the
Pagan Pub:	planet. It reinforces the popular suspicion that this thing is moving to Earth.
Agent Starbird:	Well? Is it?
Pagan Pub:	Of course. About 7 months and all life on Earth is gone.
Pagan Pub:	The question is, what are you guys going to do about this?
Agent Starbird:	I guess that means we failed...
Gary Nedler:	What? All life? "Bad scene, man."
Agent Starbird:	We make our report... but without gate access to the satellite net, there isn't
Agent Starbird:	much we can do...
Pagan Pub:	Sure there is.
Agent Newcastle:	like what?
Agent Starbird:	We've got missiles; we've got nukes. Tell 'em what's coming...
Gary Nedler:	Gary recommends Newcastle, Fenemore, and the other agents get ...
Gary Nedler:	... non-specific commendations for valor.
Agent Newcastle:	Thanks from beyond the grave, Gary.
Pagan Pub:	The best chance (heh heh) is a suicide space mission. One way only, with lots of fuel to get there
Pagan Pub:	quick and stop in time.
Pagan Pub:	You guys know enough about the set-up there to provide the info needed to pull it off. A bunch
Pagan Pub:	of nukes could take out the satellites.
Pagan Pub:	IF they're still needed and haven't already served their purpose by the time you get there.
Gary Nedler:	Obviously, we volunteer as experts with past experience. Or we curl in fetal position .
Agent Starbird:	Got to blow up the satellites before the beastie gets too close?
Agent Newcastle:	Give Nemesis a big poke in the membrane for me!
Pagan Pub:	But, that's academic.
Agent Starbird:	Couldn't we wait for it to get closer so that there would be enough fuel to get back?
Pagan Pub:	Possibly. But the approach of such a large body is going to do weird stuff to the other planets.
Pagan Pub:	Okay, campaign's over. Earth is saved but not without great cost - riots and stuff as people
Pagan Pub:	freak out. Solar system is wonked out pretty hard from the passage of Nemesis. [A question & answer session followed]
Agent Starbird:	OK, the satellites channel power to Nemesis? And the Enolsis/crystal scam
Agent Starbird:	was to drain power from humans to do what? power the satellites? Or are
Agent Starbird:	the satellites a focusing device?
Agent Starbird:	Would the "seed the satellite network with bombs" idea have worked?
Agent Starbird:	And the glowing panels -- were they controls? Would fooling with them accomplished anything?
Agent Starbird:	It's post-mortem time -- lay it out for us...
Pagan Pub:	Okay.
Pagan Pub:	Glowing panels could be messed with and open the wall to reveal banks of crystals.
Agent Newcastle:	Oooo!
Pagan Pub:	Ideally, you guys jump satellite to satellite planting bombs. Meet Enolsis guys & mi-go along
Pagan Pub:	the way, installing the last batch of crystals and hose them.
Pagan Pub:	Blow up the last satellite through the gate.
Gary Nedler:	Did the mi-go come because of something we did, or was it a random appearance?
Gary Nedler:	The one whose laser blew up, I mean.
Pagan Pub:	It just cruised through. A couple satellites behind it were the rest of the enolsis folks.
Agent Starbird:	"Installing" crystals? You lost me...
Agent Newcastle:	Crystals with Magic points in them, used to power satellites.
Pagan Pub:	Okay, this is a big pyramid scheme like Amway.
Pagan Pub:	Joe Enolsis' crystal siphons a magic point a day from him without him noticing.
Pagan Pub:	Each week he meditates and it gives him 3 back in a burst -- so he feels great about it.
Pagan Pub:	Each month at the regular meetings the local leader's big crystal sucks all the magic points
Pagan Pub:	from the little ones.
Gary Nedler:	Psychic cocaine.
Pagan Pub:	Every quarter the local leaders meet in regional groups and their big crystals are sucked dry.
Pagan Pub:	Finally, the regional leaders go to Tulsa and all the magic poins they've gained are sent to Yuggoth.
Pagan Pub:	There, the Mi-Go have constructed a ring of satellites with massive batteries of crystals
Pagan Pub:	holding magical energy -- thousands of points' worth every MONTH. They've been doing this for
Pagan Pub:	several years -- it takes a massive amount to awaken Nemesis from its slumber.
Agent Newcastle:	And they would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for us meddlesome kids!
Agent Fenemore:	So Yuggoth is Nemesis? (btw - the 10th planet 'Nemesis' theory is legit - Spawn is one of
Agent Fenemore:	few C of C modules I don't own!!)
Pagan Pub:	No, Yuggoth is not Nemesis. Yuggoth is Pluto. Nemesis is the big threat from SPAWN OF AZATHOTH,
Pagan Pub:	it's one of these seed-things that spin out from Azathoth every so often.
Pagan Pub:	This one is fated to destroy Earth.
Gary Nedler:	How did the Mi-Go summon Nemesis? Was he just out there in the cometary halo?
Pagan Pub:	He's orbiting the solar system, inert and invisible. Has been for eons.
Pagan Pub:	He isn't destined to wake up for a long time, but the Mi-Go figured they could jump-start the
Pagan Pub:	process. This would destroy Cthulhu and many of the Great Old Ones on Earth, leaving the Mi-Go free
Pagan Pub:	to go about their business without all these massive powers hosing them all the time.
Agent Starbird:	So destroying the satellites would have stopped the awakening process...
Pagan Pub:	Yes, blowing up the satellites sends Nemesis back into hibernation and he vanishes again.
Gary Nedler:	It must be tough to be a Mi-Go.
Pagan Pub:	It's a living.
Agent Starbird:	And The Living Power was just a Mi-Go in a mechanical suit?
Pagan Pub:	Starbird: You got it.
Pagan Pub:	Biomechanical suit, really.
Gary Nedler:	I thought the Mi-Go were bigger than that?
Agent Fenemore:	Nedler - they've been known to remove parts of there bodies to fit in such disguises
Agent Newcastle:	Wow, pretty cool.
Pagan Pub:	If you look at the old adventure "Temple of the Moon" (1920s) there are android-style bodies there
Pagan Pub:	that the Mi-Go are experimenting with. That's where the idea came from. By now they can do much more.
Pagan Pub:	Several of the higher-ups were like that. They used the colored lights in the fountains to broadcast
Pagan Pub:	messages at the Enolsis compound - silent alarms of a sort.
Agent Starbird:	Did the Enolsis folks know our undercover agents inside were feds? What were they planning for them?
Pagan Pub:	Gamer: they would just be drugged and put it incriminating positions during the explosions --
Pagan Pub:	shot with detonators in their hands, bogus orders, etc.