A sentient satellite, missile-silo adventure for FIST.

[STATIC, BUSY PUB NOISES]  Me and ma boys salvaged that wee satellite in our trawler. We’ll na’er work for those UltraHealth bastards again, I’ll tell ya that fe free. Swear doon, that thing had eyes, it was watchin’ me all the ways to the docks. Ma decks are stained wi’ts blood. What kind of space ship bleeds? Worse, when I so much as tooch it to clean it, I start seen damned unnatural things I tell ya. Stay away from that place if you value yer pretty hide. [AUDIO ENDS]

3 ACTS / 3 PAGES / 1 CORPORATION
(with dubious ethics)

EMPLOYEES AND EXPERIMENTS

ENCOUNTERS AND INTEL

MISSILE-SILO DUNGEON

Originally submitted to FIST: Jam Ops V.  

---

If you enjoyed BLOOD SILO check out: