Session One: Crash!
From the logs of M'K'Splswap
A commission on the pirate spelljammer Lip-Lip-Smakntime, now a wreck, proved less uneventful. Distrust of technology turned into a vehicle phobia when boarders and mines destroyed the LLST. (Managed to loo- recover a really sweet stilling-cloak-spear-rod, though. By Vectron's Glory!)
Crashlanded on some backwater planet with two officers, two enlisted, and an erstwhile boarder. First tasted combat when attacked by local warlards. Rather enjoyed spearing a leg straight off. Wounded while capturing hostages to learn more about said warlords. Did not enjoy being shot. (Vectron opposes shooting supporters of Vectron, the wisdom of which never seemed more clear.)