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"Farewell and adieu to you fine Spanish ladies…"
It is October 14th, 1934. A motor launch, 'The Hoy', growls over welling waves towards a dark shape on the horizon. The shape is a ship, The Wilhelmina. Half a mile behind the launch, LexCorps Flagship Pandora waits, Acacia Lexington watching from the bridge through field glasses. Driving the launch is a grizzled Irishman by the name of Seamus H Wylde O' Syde, a man in his early fifties with crinkly eyes and a mocking smile. In the back of the launch, eight figures sit, grimly anticipating the battle to come…
"Right, " I say, "You've had 6 months of training and preparation for this, with Lexington and all her resources behind you. You've got 150 points each to spread around any skills you like. Including Cthulhu Mythos, at the rate of 2 for 1. Any new skills you care to devise, go for it. Any weapons or armour you want, fill your boots."
Mucho scribbling ensues.
"Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain…" The Irishman kills the speed as the launch approaches the vessel. The ship sits in the water, a thin curl of smoke wisps from a smokestack. There is no sign of life on its deck.
"Do your stuff, Dr Black." says Wylde O' Syde
Dr Black and his colleagues join hands, as the Parapsychologist mumbles a phrase. They feel their senses join with his as his vision soars out over the water, up over the ships prow, above its deck, into its empty hollow corridors, deep into the dripping echo of the engine room. There, atop the still warm boiler, squats a fat black shape, writhing darkly, human faces momentarily bubbling up under its oily surface. It is as large as an elephant seal. And it is waiting for them.
The eights sight snaps back into them, and they look from one to another.
"Well, whats the plan?" asks Wylde O' Syde.
Lawrence Stanley sniffs. "Lets steam in then."
The Irishman nods, grinning, and guns the throttle. The motor launch surges towards the ship.
Cue Credits.
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