Character a Day: Bethlyn, Head of Security
Plugging holes
"Lastly, our latest training exercise began twelve hours ago. At that time trainee Sharpe assisted me in identifying five places in which an intruder might hide aboard this ship. At each location a note has been left describing how the intruder boarded the ship. You have until the end of watch to find all five and give me at least three ways we could have prevented their boarding or located them sooner."
Bethlyn looked around the briefing room and gave them all a smile. "Each team will run through this exercise. The team with the best results will receive an extra day of leave. With the time donated by the others. Dismissed and good hunting."
Dreams
It was the same as every other time. The improvised device was located and then came the wait while the experts examined it. The ones who built it weren't around hadn't survived the last battle to pass through the area but their friends description it seemed was spot on. Another interminable wait while the disrupter was positioned. After that it was anticlimactic. A single sharp bang as the disrupter drove a battering ram of water into the device scattering the parts before it could detonate. All that was left was cleaning up.
Cleaning up and leaving. She still couldn't see why Murphy turned. One moment he was driving down the same street they'd come in on. The next he swerved into the bushes along the side. The same as every other time she couldn't see why he swerved, only the flash as Murphy drove over the unexploded rocket.
She looked across the room to her clock. Bethlyn wasn't sure which was worse. The dreams of the times she couldn't explain or the dreams where she knew exactly what happened and still couldn't stop it. In the end they both stole her rest. Three hours, that was it. Three hours and now she had to try and get back to sleep.
Name: Bethlyn Nichols
High Concept: Tireless head of security for the Silver City
Trouble: Restless ghosts follow me.
Other Aspects:
- What's behind door number two? Another of my men
- I know everyone on this ship.
- We're not even playing the same game.
Approaches:
Careful: +3
Clever: +2
Flashy: +0
Forceful: +1
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +1
Stunts:
Plans, plans, and more plans - Because Bethlyn keeps her people on their toes practicing for every situation she can imagine she gets a +2 when cleverly directing them to defend against attackers. They probably already have a plan...
(two more stunts can be taken before reducing refresh)
Stress Boxes: [_][_][_]
Consequences
Mild (2):
Moderate (4):
Severe (6):
Refresh: 3
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Today's setting aspect: Life is the default
Everywhere the crew turns they're likely to find life. It's lack of life which is the exception. And they just found another planet with intelligent life? Must be Tuesday.
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"Lastly, our latest training exercise began twelve hours ago. At that time trainee Sharpe assisted me in identifying five places in which an intruder might hide aboard this ship. At each location a note has been left describing how the intruder boarded the ship. You have until the end of watch to find all five and give me at least three ways we could have prevented their boarding or located them sooner."
Bethlyn looked around the briefing room and gave them all a smile. "Each team will run through this exercise. The team with the best results will receive an extra day of leave. With the time donated by the others. Dismissed and good hunting."
Dreams
It was the same as every other time. The improvised device was located and then came the wait while the experts examined it. The ones who built it weren't around hadn't survived the last battle to pass through the area but their friends description it seemed was spot on. Another interminable wait while the disrupter was positioned. After that it was anticlimactic. A single sharp bang as the disrupter drove a battering ram of water into the device scattering the parts before it could detonate. All that was left was cleaning up.
Cleaning up and leaving. She still couldn't see why Murphy turned. One moment he was driving down the same street they'd come in on. The next he swerved into the bushes along the side. The same as every other time she couldn't see why he swerved, only the flash as Murphy drove over the unexploded rocket.
She looked across the room to her clock. Bethlyn wasn't sure which was worse. The dreams of the times she couldn't explain or the dreams where she knew exactly what happened and still couldn't stop it. In the end they both stole her rest. Three hours, that was it. Three hours and now she had to try and get back to sleep.
Name: Bethlyn Nichols
High Concept: Tireless head of security for the Silver City
Trouble: Restless ghosts follow me.
Other Aspects:
- What's behind door number two? Another of my men
- I know everyone on this ship.
- We're not even playing the same game.
Approaches:
Careful: +3
Clever: +2
Flashy: +0
Forceful: +1
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +1
Stunts:
Plans, plans, and more plans - Because Bethlyn keeps her people on their toes practicing for every situation she can imagine she gets a +2 when cleverly directing them to defend against attackers. They probably already have a plan...
(two more stunts can be taken before reducing refresh)
Stress Boxes: [_][_][_]
Consequences
Mild (2):
Moderate (4):
Severe (6):
Refresh: 3
___
Today's setting aspect: Life is the default
Everywhere the crew turns they're likely to find life. It's lack of life which is the exception. And they just found another planet with intelligent life? Must be Tuesday.
(This is a crossposting |
replies at the original post on dreamwidth | Comment at dreamwidth | You can comment on DW posts even if you don't have an account there Using OpenID!)