Lee Adama lived to be 98 years old, and when
he finally croaked, he was the very last of the “non-natives” to be buried. But
of course he had had ample time to teach his sons how to maintain and pilot the
Colonial Raptor: that last remaining ship could prove very useful someday if
there was a big flood or some other natural disaster and lots of helpless villagers
needed quick evacuation.
It is now eighty-three years after the
arrival of the Galactica crew on
Earth, and a ruthless tribe comes to kill the last surviving Son of Adama. Evil
Warleader Kuhm takes the Raptor and then tortures two of Lee’s grandsons until
they teach him how to fly the Raptor... Let’s say generator life on these
things is more than eighty years, right? Just play along.
So, Warleader Kuhm uses the Raptor to subdue
many, many other tribes, and becomes some sort of cruel Caveman God-King.
The PCs are a bunch of great-grandsons and
great-granddaughters of other Galactica
crew members (they can choose which ones), and with the help of their
domesticated saber-toothed cat named Gaius, they decide to go and steal back
the Raptor that’s rightfully theirs. It’s a perilous mission indeed; when not
airborne, the ship is constantly guarded by a hundred warriors of Kuhm’s own
tribe. But at least the Raptor’s guns and Gatling cannons cannot be fired anymore
(those ran out of ammo years ago)...
Other
plot hook: Cylons come back! They have laser blasters. PCs have spears. Stay
positive, guys – and good luck!!!
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