Escape from Experimentation
When the alarm bells screamed, they had no idea what they meant — only that they’d been ripped from their Deathrest. As the deck shuddered beneath them, they sat huddled in their cells, half-terrified, half-grateful for the brief reprieve from the endless experiments. Their captors were obsessed with one thing: the secret of their immortality. And no matter how many times they swore they didn’t know, no one ever believed them.
A distant boom shook the cellblock. Lights fluttered and dimmed. Moments later, the containment fields fizzled and died, leaving their cells wide open.
“The ship’s under attack!” someone shouted from across the row, her voice suddenly clear without the walls between them. “Get to the lifepods — now!” She vanished into the smoke-choked corridor without a backward glance, along with the other inmates.
They knew they had to run too. Grabbing a bundle of hemopacks — they’d still need to feed, after all — they made for the door. As they passed an overturned workbench, one of them caught sight of a pair of sealed cases stamped SUBJECT A and SUBJECT B — the names their captors had branded them with. Looking inside, the objects gleamed with high-tech value. Expensive usually meant useful, and useful could mean survival.
The corridor pitched and groaned as they stumbled through it, alarms shrieking in every direction. Most of the crew were stampeding toward the escape pods, but the two found their way to ORE PROCESSING instead. Fools — there were two perfectly-good mining landers still docked. One even had an unused drilling unit still bolted to its deck. Perfect. They exchanged a wordless vow to stick together, then charged — one to each craft.
The landers were bare-boned but equipped with necessities: a standard survival pack with rations they couldn’t stomach, MedPacks they likely wouldn’t need, a long, heavy utility blade that was more sword than knife, and a well-made revolver for when things got ugly. If they survived the descent, they would strip the wreckage for steel and electronics. They didn’t have time to grab more.
Syncing their landing sites, each closed their pods, and triggered the automated launch. A violent tremor rippled through the ship as they detached — a bloom of fire tore the engineering section apart, venting it into the black.
But they were free. At least for now.
And if a stray missile or phase-cannon blast found them before they made planetfall… then at least they would die free.
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Note: Sanguophages have unique strengths and weaknesses, which makes this a difficult scenario.
Your faction will be a New Arrivals.
Start with 2 non-baby sanguophage.
Your people will be between 20 and 30 years old.
Arrive in drop pods.
Start with research: Deathrest
Incident created:
-Space battle
-Orbital debris
-Ship chunk drop
Start with:
-Packaged survival meal x40
-Hemogen pack x50
-Medicine x20
-Component x10
-Steel x300
-Steel gladius x2
-Revolver x2
-Mechlink
-Psylink neuroformer
-Mechanoid: Tunneler
