Station III again | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Linked to | Station III |
Data ID | 182141 |
Station III again is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Trigger conditions
Station III again is triggered when you dock in Station III and have the following:
- Station III: Trading in Long Boxes ≥ 1 and ≤ 2
Story description
"All is as it was. Machinery still hums behind high steel walls. The lamps, once more, are low."
Interactions
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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Deliver a Long-Box
The only way past the walls is an unimposing, but sturdy-looking, triple-locked gate of silvery metal. A sign beside it reads DELIVERIES |
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Game note: You'll need a Long-Box to enter Station III and explore further. | |
Put a blemmigan ashore
What will it do, in this place of oil and metal? |
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A creeping plague
The blemmigan sidles furtively into a pipe that protrudes from the wall. All is still. You see no more of it. As you turn to go, greasy smoke puffs suddenly from the pipe's end. You smell burning grease. Nevertheless, perhaps, it survived. |
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Search Shed Twelve
A long, low building propped against the wall. Boarded windows. A rusting padlock. |
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Your bo'sun shatters the lock with a ball-pein hammer
Inside, your lamps reveal dust-choked workbenches strewn with discarded tools. Shelves of cardboard boxes filled with rivets and bolts, washers and screws. Blackboards, roughly scrubbed. Here is an old lunchbox - its half-eaten sandwiches encased in successive generations of exciting fungus. In a rusted filing cabinet you find the documents you need: a folder of tea-stained research into zonar. You leave the rotting workshop quietly and return to your ship. The next time you sneeze, your handkerchief comes away black with the workshop dust that crept into your lungs.
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Game note: Return to Port Carnelian to complete your zubmarine research. |
Deliver the Lorn-Fluke and observe the Student's experiment
He is terribly excited, and requests your steadying presence - to ensure he maintains the appropriate scientific detachment. |
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After careful set up
The shed is empty, saving a writing desk and the gigantic mass of needles. The Anxious Student snaps off the tip of one and twirls it between his fingers. "I hypothesise that the flukes have a method of absorbing and storing our lived experiences. It follows, therefore, that there should exist a means of transmitting - reliving! - that experience. Like so!" He stabs the needle through his palm. His eyes dull. "You heard Captain Harris, zailor. Target the Ogedei and fire torpedoes. And if you hit one of the Lorn Flukes then by God and Her Majesty I will put you out of the airlock and let the spiny b_____ds take you!" He awakes from the reverie a moment later, beaming. "That will do, Addressed As. Pass me your notes; I'll carry on the experiment from here."
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