A PYRRHIG THRONE Situation Report »» Your bounty board updates with 3 high priority target (dead or alive}: Uziah Mott, eccentric venture capitalist ‘and power broker believed ‘board his ultra-yacht, the Aphelion You reach the Aphelion's last known location in 1 hour at max speed The Aphelion runs on minimum power. No gravity but rooms pressurized GM Information »» Preempting unseemly capture, Mott igged the ‘Aphelon with booby traps nd took his own life. His Corpse oats near oeated Yin tracking signal in Command. >» Desperate and well armed bounty hunters arrive at the Aphelion in 1d10 hours. Aphelion Modules Antechamber »» Big game hunting trophies Tine the walls. CRTs mounted on floating taxidermy activate upon entry. >» An asynchronous cacophony blares from tinny speakers, Mott's fleshy mouth working venomously to taunt intruders from the screens. Engine Room »»» Soundproofed with purple velvet paneling. Bright yellow sticky note with Treasure Room safe code (1991) visible at the back of the room [illegible at distance). »m Reactor core leaking. Direct ‘exposure >1 minute causes acute radiation poisoning Certain death after 10 mins. Treasure Room Labyrinth of inlaid wood tratdrobes and chests, Full of Shattered crystal and porcelain dust »» Searing ane suring crystal atte» poorly: Hidden wall safe. »» Saf: Simple combination lock The safe opens nto space-a thief stretches through the narow space, bones shattered Pool Room >» Vacant mosaic pool. 5m wide sphere of brackish water and continental surface moss drifts lazily through jungle- ruins décor, absorbing sparse dried shrimp. »» Sphere inhabited by a half- Starved Giant Squid. Long tentacles grasp and drown, beak crushes helmets Bedroom >» Fraught with glinting monofilament wire, »» Touching any line triggers the rotating bed, tightening. the wire web and eviscerating trespassers. Hallway >» Lined with holographically augmented trompe l'oeil paintings of historical Earth metropoles obscuring ive ‘wiring. If touched: death in BOs unless separated »» A1920s Parisian street is real, leading to Command. ‘Command >» Celling- mounted auto-turret fires solid gold bullets (enough for 1 minute sustained fire, full damage) >» Computer memory scrambled except for basic routines. In mountains of onsense data, coordinates track Mott's encoded signal. The Aphelion Following the Signal »» A vacuum-mummified Mott tumbles in space. He clutches a drive with blackmail info, secret accounts, and a repulsive ppersonal manifesto in his frozen right hand. In his left, 2 dead man switch runs to ‘ample explosives beneath his robe.