“I can hardly fit in here myself,” exclaimed Harrison, his portly alien form hanging over the bucket seat next to Ranger.
“Frak him!”
The pod had no shields. Ranger hit go. Cyborg and alien were pushed back in their seats as the escape pod blasted forward. Was that energy bolt sound the firing of the green-skinned man’s electro-phaser? Did it damage the pod?
Ranger and Harrison were rattled inside the pod as it hurtled through the chute. Only seconds passed then they popped out the side of the
Odyssey. The vessel was riddled with holes, smoking and lurching. It did not have long left. There were dozens of escape pods in the area, arcing toward a nearby planet that provided the only salvation.
Space here was polluted with strands of silvery death. They varied in length, from shorter 5’ threads to cables 20’ long. In the freefall of space they were weaving and undulating in every direction. Ranger saw pods hit left and right by the stuff, likely killing the passengers in such tight confines. Pods were exploding as thread bored through the engines. Others keeled about, their maneveurability disabled, floating coffins in the black expanse.
Suddenly two 8’ strands of silvery thread passed in front Ranger and Harrison’s pod! Ranger slammed the controls to avoid the thread (
average your Int. and Dex., then roll 3d6 against that.)
Harrison heard a sparking noise behind him. That didn’t sound good. He arched his neck to see back, but the angles of the pod prevented a view.
