SCARED CREW MINIONS · GROUPS OF 3–4
Deck techs handed stun sticks this morning. Terrified of the burn, the audit, and you — in that order.
| Group pool | 🟩🟩🟩 | Weapons | stun sticks / pistols (6, strain) |
|---|---|---|---|
| Rule | any solid hit drops one; the last one flees or surrenders. Talk is a combat action: Charm/Coercion 🟪🟪 freezes or flips a group. | ||
Named patrol kids (reuse freely): TAM (six months in, wants to have not seen anything, volunteers one true thing if treated kindly) and BAPTISTE (year six of three, bitter, chooses paperwork over pursuit every time). Names in reserve: Osei, Baptiste, Tam, Reyes, Vasquez-9's rookie.
What they know (answer questions, never volunteer): induction = plate scan, crew ramp vs asset ramp · billing is Asset Relations, groundside, there's a queue · "everyone's sold, crew too" · med deck drones only grab the unbadged · pre-docking sweep scans plates on the cryo decks.
Procedure-brains: they obey whoever sounds most like policy. A confident incident report, a supervisor voice from the dark, a badge held at the right height — all beat a gun.
Not a faction: the crew has no agenda beyond surviving the audit with clean names. Their quarters sitting in front of the Lander Bay is geography, not a plot. If the PCs plant the idea of desertion, see Okafor — emergent only, never scripted.