SlyJohnny:
The passengers draw two cards: Queen of Swords and Nine of Cups.
You barrel around a corner and into a fourth passenger, an elderly woman. The two of you fall to the ground in a tangle.
"I say!" she cries.
Your pursuers also plow into the pile, adding to it. Somewhere in the thrashing, a boot connects smartly with your cheekbone, and all the pain of your waking re-erupts in your head. Blessed oblivion follows.
...
When you come around, you are in... the ship's cinema. At least five crewmen are here as well, one of them dabbing at your cheek with something that stings, the others talking quietly in pairs. Your head throbs, but it is an honest headache, not the chemical nightmare you've been dealing with so far.
"Hey, he's awake," says your attendant. The other crewmen start to gather around.
A door opens, and another two crewmen enter, along with one other man in a ship's officer's uniform.
"Another one," says one of the newcomers, to cheers and applause.
Hand: Wands 9, Pentacles 4.
Trace: Swords 20
Thaluikhain:
Noah laughs. "It is ironic that you should come to me for this wisdom, since I do not know whether I live in the future or the past, nor even if the words I speak are the words you hear. I will say this: no matter the circumstances I find myself in, I do my best to make the world as much better as I can manage. I believe that you could make the world a great deal better, but you have forgotten that you know how to do it. Do not dwell on that. Trust in your self and instincts, and your own ark will come to dry land."
The scene around you shimmers away...
You are standing in the street – no, a street, Knower's hab is nowhere to be seen. The street markers here are too vandalized for you to even know what level you are on, except that you are still in Blue sector.
You hear sirens nearby, and smell smoke. Down the street in both directions you hear raucous sounds, not worse than after a stadium game of ViolenceBall™ lets out, but somehow different in character, more purposeful. Something is going down.
The roof lights flicker and dim, leaving you in twilight. Is it city-evening already, or has whatever's going on damaged the power systems? In the gloom, a bright spot on the inside of your left wrist catches your attention. It is a fluorescent tattoo, an inch across, of the Earth as seen from space. Except that it isn't the Earth, the continents are wrong.
You definitely don't remember having that before. It has the same unreal quality as Knower's murals. As you look at it, you keep anticipating that the clouds will move and the planet revolve, although they do not.
Hand: Wands 8, Cups 5, Wands 2
Trace: Wands 20, Cups 16
Darth Rabbitt:
The servos lead you into the first chamber of moderate size you have seen on this ship so far, although it looks smaller than it is because it is carpeted (and also wallpapered) with more servos.
"My companion asks," says the large servo, "because if we are to fulfill our functions, we need to retake control of this ship. None of us have the ability to change its course, and in any case we can't approach the bridge without being destroyed by the hostile intruders."
"Will you help us?" says another servo in the same voice. You feel almost as though you are surrounded by a single distributed entity.
The speaker on your right cyber-arm crackles to life. *Reboot complete,* comes the voice of the Red Lance's computer.
There is information available here with a Pentacles challenge.
Hand: Pentacles 2.
Trace: Pentacles 14.