[Page XX] Article

Gregor Hutton's picture

So, I'm working on a quick hack/mod for 3:16 to be published in Pelgrane Press' "See Page XX".

It's NOT going to be a Fantasy hack, as that is well in hand with Carnage Amongst The Tribes. I'll post here again next week when I should have something together (at the moment it's the most rudimentary of notes).

I'll then ship it around a few interested parties to see if there are any comments before turning it in to Simon.

Ah, the best laid plans...

Gregor Hutton's picture

Anyway, it is turned in and hopefully it will be good enough for Simon.

Here's the intro bit...

Beneath A Blackened Field Alight With Stars
On Planet Warhol it was night and Daxor gazed at the sky above. It was clear, save for a black streak of acrid cloud trailing high into the atmosphere like a drunken arm, flailing. The inky blot ran from the far eastern horizon, which was orange and glowing, bleeding high and to the north. Daxor could see Corporal Acron's grin reflecting the far tangerine fire that his Flame-Gun had helped start. Acron should enjoy the sight, he was lucky to still be alive. The whole squad had fought hard for days burning the wretched natives from their homes, and yet still they resisted on the ground, in the air and further above. Those of the squad that endured were due this reward: some rest and a chance to look up and marvel at the stars. The stars were glowing white, blue and red, like sprays of diamonds, sapphires and rubies on a field of black velvet. It was enthralling. One of the lights out there, surely, was Terra.

Amidst the stars, to the west, there were streaking runs of light, flickering beams and bursts of flame, all higher than the loftiest blot of cloud. Acron spoke, his voice low and rasping, "Daxor, you're a man of the world, what's that, then? I've never seen such a thing. It's like space itself is alive." Daxor had seen the lights before and once had asked the same question of a veteran many years before. "They", said Daxor giving weight to his pronouncement with a pause, "are The Few."

Daxor could feel the squad cock their ears towards him, while turning their heads to the battle raging far in the Cosmos above. "Up there," he continued "are the brave pilots of the Terran Navy. If it weren't for them I dare say we'd be dead already. We’d be shelled and burnt, bombed and shot to pieces." He stopped speaking and they all watched the spectacle above play out in magnificent silence. Hours later the flickering lights stopped and soon afterwards dawn came. The squad was still alive and it could only mean that the battle above had been won.

Introduction
This is the story of those Few. Players will take on the roles of pilots in the Terran Navy on duty with the 16th Brigade of the 3rd Army of the Expeditionary Force. The rules and information here will allow you to use 3:16 to enjoy space combat using its tried and tested system...

We've had some good fun with

Steve Dempsey's picture

We've had some good fun with 3:16 at Simon's so I'm looking forward to the article.

Thanks Steve

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The article is online now in the April issue.

So Few in See Page XX from Pelgrane Press.