Prehistorica: Day 2After a night's rest, the bridge crew returned to the same spot of the planet for another day's hunting. "I want those targ" exclaimed captain Mor'tah. "Nobody is to scare them off this time!"
"Hah, I thought so!" he shouted as a huge creature lurched slowly from the trees just ahead of him. Sira just gaped, stunned at the size of the animal, but Mor'tah was quick to react. He took careful aim and fired once, hitting the creature directly in the brain. With a tremendous crash of breaking branches, it collapsed to the ground and expired.
Only Sira, the medical officer was muted in her praise. She had her suspicions that despite its fearsome appearance, the anatomy of the creature suggested it to be a slow-moving and dim-witted herbivore. It would only be dangerous if you got close enough for it to stand on you accidentally. However, she kept her thoughts to herself - now wasn't the right time.
Mor'tah thumbed his communicator. "Transporter chief, I have a job for you!" He turned to the rest of the hunters. "I think we'll get a big enough pelt from this to cover the entire command deck with fur rugs!"
Amazingly as the hunters ran up to the corpse, Leyra was clearly conscious. Indeed, she was trying to struggle out from beneath the bird's body, more embarrassed and angry than hurt [that 'resilient' attribute was handy!]. She had barely a scratch; just a small trickle of blood flowed from her shoulder.
"Right, back to the ship, everyone!" ordered Mor'tah. "Leyra, you will report directly to sickbay".
"But captain! It's just a scratch - I'm OK really."
"No arguments! I want a proper checkup done. And let's all think about what just happened. P'rang - beam us up!"
Prehistorica: Day 3On the 3rd day of their holiday, the captain ordered Leyra to stay on board the P'Rang and catch up on some paperwork. The rest of the hunters left the sullen ensign and returned to Prehistorica for some more trophies.
The three Klingons approached the strangers. "Tell them to leave. This is our hunting ground" hissed N'Kara to her captain.
Mor'tah called out "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Kion vi faras?" responded the strangers' leader. "Ĉu vi komprenas?"
"I don't think our automatic translators are working on this dialect" muttered Mor'tah. He paused and thought for a moment. "Klingons. We are Klingon" he said, as slowly and clearly as he could.
The strangers' leader had obviously lost patience. He reached for his gun...
N'Kara approached the wounded man. "What was that about? Answer!" she shouted, as she shook him roughly. The wounded man made a bubbling sound and expired. "Weakling!" she muttered as she dropped the corpse.
When captain Mor'tah returned and saw this, he called out "Leave it be! This animal is not dangerous and I see no honour in shooting it at point-blank range. We are Klingons!"
With that, the hunting holiday ended; any other game in the area must have been scared off by the noises of the fight. Most of the crew were very satisfied with the 3 days of sport, though Leyra was mortified to have missed out on the big fight at the end. Both Maal and Mor'tah had impressive trophies and all had plenty of tall tales to tell!
ConclusionI was hoping that these games would be a good test run for my "Attributes for Animals" amendments to the basic Lost Lands rules. However, these games weren't really a very fair test. Here are some observations about how they worked:
- The hunters were so heavily armed (and comparatively numerous) that the first reaction test for many of the animals was "Received Wound". This isn't a test that was altered by my amendments; wounded animals will typically flee in the base rules.
- Even when the animals reacted ahead of the Klingons, most contact occurred at fairly short range. This meant that they had only a small range of reactions (typically "charge" or "flee"); some of the more interesting middle-distance possibilities of a predator stalking its prey or a herbivore backing off slowly didn't come into play.
- The glyptodon ("armadillo") had the ARMOURED attribute; this was surprisingly effective against gunfire, though by no means did it make the creature invulnerable.