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You know you're going to have a bad day when...

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You know you're going to have a bad day when your Aslan Navigator walks out of the fresher looking like this:

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How do you Travellers know when you're going to have a bad day?
 
You know you are going to have a bad day when...

Your Broadsword precipitates in Bowman system in the middle of a freak meteor swarm and your hotshot/maverick Pilot-Astrogator, an ethnic Vargr, is whimpering and getting the controls slathered with his sweaty claws trying to dodge rocks.


This happened to us.
 
You know you are going to have a bad day when...

As the maître d' at a five-star restaurant, you turned away a group of rough looking mercenaries in battledress because they didn't meet the black tie dress code, and now they've returned with their armor re-painted as tuxedos.

This happened to us.
 
You know you are going to have a bad day when...

You wake up.

And have to spend hours a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year going through job listings.

Job listings -- posted, with virtually no exception, by Imperial contracting companies -- where the only way to get the positions is to be a native-speaker of Gvegh, and be able to prove that you were born and raised to adulthood on the Vargr homeworld of "Lair", and have parents who also were born and raised there. The applicant's parents must also be native-speakers of that language.

In addition, the Imperial contractors mandate that all applicants have a current Imperial Top Secret clearance, having previously passed a rigorous Voight-Kampff polygraph test and background checks.

No exceptions.

Applications from Humaniti are unceremoniously discarded.



A Traveller's life is meant for better things.

:mad::nonono:
 
You know you are going to have a bad day when ...

... your Aslan crewmate challenges you a duel over who gets the top bunk.

... you are revived from a low berth with no memory of how you got in there.

... the chief engineer kicks your door open and says, "You! Captain's Cabin! NOW!"

... you suddenly remember that your Navy-issue vacc suit was manufactured by the lowest bidder, just as you begin emergency repairs.

... there is an "Eyewitness Action News Team" waiting for you on the other side of the docking port.

... a pop-up ad appears in the middle of your turret's targeting display during combat.

... a Hiver points to you and asks one of your friends "Are you going to eat that?"

... the Zho Noble sent to interrogate you giggles every time he looks at you.

... you find out the hard way that the diversion you've been ignoring turns out to be the main attack.
 
You know it's a bad day when...

You go to the store to buy beach blankets, and the Vargr Corsairs you nearly blew away find you, while you're in beach attire...

I did this to a party once. Sigrid got an AT in Combat Frisbee...
 
You know it's a bad day when...

You find your ship thrusting directly at the local sun, and all command inputs trigger the response, "Unable to comply".

There's a reason I'm not fond of The New Era.
 
You know it's a bad day when...

your jump clock says its 185 hours since jump entry....and it still ticking...

This just happened in my SOLO campaign ;-)

Your engineer knows its going to be a bad day when...
You hit the Jdrive button and feel the odd and unfamiliar sensation of Jumping sideways... it was a tense 233hrs in Jspace.

You know it's going to be a bad day as a Captain when...
You're outside Imperial space experiencing "true freedom" and the independent starport refuses you docking privileges because your Jdrive just malfunctioned. A full diagnostic is required, approach no closer than 200diameters.

Of course, your shuttle can certainly dock at the Downport... Right up until they run your secured credit line, used for independent space, and they can't authenticate your banking credentials and require payment up front in goods/cargo. Unfortunately, to get a "jump" on your bounty target, you decided to run empty so the only thing you have is... oxygen.

(Not to mention, your entire crew wants OFF because they just spend 233 hours in Jspace.)
 
You know it's a bad day when...

the response you get to the question "captain, what do we do now?" is "perhaps today IS a good day to die! FULL THRUST! RAMMING SPEED"
 
When you're a crew member of the redd-ish shirt persuasion on a routine mission to support a remote research base, and you overhear the captain on the comms ...

"The scientists brought What on board?"

"How the hell did it get out of the force field?"

"What do you mean 'It's just impregnated Yeoman Rand?'"

"The air ducts! Why is it always the bloody air ducts?"
 
You know it's a bad day when...

your branch of service uniform is a plain red shirt of a cheap, easy to replace material.

your not required to mark up said shirt with name tags, despite a marked disinclination by senior staff members to remember, or use your name.

when the first document you sign, after your enlistment contact, is your last will and testament.

when your family gets a KIA notification.... the day your ship leaves port.
 
"Good morning, citizen. We're from the Imperial Interstellar Trades Commission, and we'd like to ask you a few questions."

"It's nothing that a yearly overhaul won't fix."

"Captain, these stars ain't where they oughta be ..."

"By order of the Imperial Moot ..."

"Don't worry! These look like friendly Vargr ..."

"Identicard, please."

"That's him, daddy! That's the one!"
 
The local noble asks you to take a meeting for him.

Said meeting starts with a business card that starts with "Imperial Ministry of"...

Especially if said branch is "Ministry of Finance, Office of Accounts Receivable"
 
the 20 year veteran, who has travelled half the sector and seen more crazy things than you have had hot meals, says "huh, never seen that before".....
 
You know it is going to be a bad day when:

You walk into your battalion commander's office and say that because your predecessor as personnel officer had been misreporting your officer status, no replacement officers have been programmed in for 15 months.

Your supply officer calls you up and says that you have an overage of 3 vacc suits to account for.

When you open up the emergency survival instruction book and discover that it is written in Sword World Icelandic, using Norse runes for higher accuracy for representing the Icelandic.
 
Your supply officer calls you up and says that you have an overage of 3 vacc suits to account for.

Your Supply officer informs you of his troubles with three words "Eye-Gee Inspection"

Your CO, who has been writing glowing OERs, just got arrested by the IG for falsification of documents.

Your CO informs you Division never saw your promotion paperwork.
 
Your Supply officer informs you of his troubles with three words "Eye-Gee Inspection"

Your CO, who has been writing glowing OERs, just got arrested by the IG for falsification of documents.

Your CO informs you Division never saw your promotion paperwork.

You do not understand on how difficult it is to account for an overage of any item of equipment.

As for IG inspections, those happen on a regular basis. They painstakingly go through your paperwork and make sure that all of it is in order. The big headache is making sure that the Standard Operating Procedures plan in the event of deployment has been updated. They may ask for verification that the items on your unit property book are, in fact, there, but not often. If they are not, then the supply officer who signed for all of the items on the property book is toast.
 
when the warrant officer you work for is told by his replacement he wants to see every serial number item on the equipment list.

And about $50,000 of test equipment cannot be located.

So the E-8 decides that it was lost overboard, and they put your name down as the person who dropped it overboard.
 
when the warrant officer you work for is told by his replacement he wants to see every serial number item on the equipment list.

And about $50,000 of test equipment cannot be located.

So the E-8 decides that it was lost overboard, and they put your name down as the person who dropped it overboard.


when the words "it's a rank slide, not a gum shield" are uttered.....
 
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