Skies wrote: ↑Mon Jul 20, 2026 3:35 pm
Scenario 1:
Crisis! Your rowing system is jammed! Whether it be oars, an engine, or a magical water power, something’s malfunctioning.
What does your crew do?
"What do you mean the damned thing's jammed?!" King Claudius shouted at his underlings in the midst of downing yet another mimosa on the ship's bridge. He was really hoping this 'racing party thing' would be calming his nerves. Engine failure was yet another setback on his plans to get away from Parliament for more than 5 minutes.
"Well, sir, uhhhhh..." his Chamberlain stumbled, "I didn't say
jammed specifically, Your Majesty. Ummm, the engineers, the engineers told me there was a
malfunction with certain parts of the engine due to the rush to service. There was, ummm, an issue with the main piston, something about the scavenge manifold, u-"
"Oh psssh, I'm sure the engineers have their very specific parts or whatever they need fixed. Can't be a boat party race if there's no boat moving, I'm sure they'll figure it out." Claudius dragged Chamberlain Bedard over to the bar he'd managed to install on the bridge. "Come my friend, the engineers will do their part, and we must do ours: get them some drinks ready when they're done fixing the thing and we get underway in a few minutes."
Bedard stepped back, attempting to take a more confident stance with his boss, "Your Majesty, um, the engineers said that repairs would take quite some um, time. They said...... they said lacking the spare parts, something uhhhh trying to fabricate something on the go?"
"Ludacris! That doesn't sound like much fun at all! Against the spirit of this race! Where's Gregory? He'll know what to do!"
What crew was on the bridge cleared way as King Claudius Valhalla III moved swiftly towards the ship's intercom, and Claudius bellowed "Hello? Hello!, Frist Mate Glassner, please report to the bridge immediately! A crisis has descended!"
The tired, retired, untired, and hopefully soon to be retired again politician that was Gregory Glassner stumbled his way up the narrow metal stairs to the ship's bridge, fresh off his afternoon nap. While Claudius could be a strong leader in moments, he could only do so much (or so little, depending on interest) before he needed a hand with direction. Gregory stopped to catch his breath shorly before calmly striding through the Bridge's doors.
Claudius, excited, immediately went in for a hug. "It's good you made it up! Please, I need someone with your mind to solve this little engineer business."
Gregoy"Oh no? Barely started and we already have ship troubles. What's the issue?"
The Chamberlain attempted to start but Claudius swiftly interrupted, "They say the engine won't started, they need spare parts, some of which we seem to not have. Hardly an issue, they're all good lads, they'll figure it out."
"Spare parts you say?" Gregory queried as his memories began to work. He turned towards Bedard, "Tell me, when was this boat built?"
The Chamberlain made swift progress, getting his answer out before he could get interrupted again, "Well sir, um, it was something around 40 years ago?" Bedard double checked his notes and then proclaimed with confidence, "45 years ago sir, decommissioned 10 years ago."
"Hmmm..... I think that just narrowly works out for us." Glassner stated rather plainly, "You ever notice how the torpedo launchers on this boat are too big, almost a little comically big? during the civil war, the government passed a 'cost saving measure' to create interchangeable parts on ships for easy repairs out at sea. All it really did was just make anything that needed a motor that wasn't a ship more expensive. It won't be
exact to scale, but it should be close enough to just maybe work. And then at worst I guess we get the engineers to try and scrap the torpedo launchers themselves to make spares, at least that's something."
Claudius leapt with joy, "Yes! See Gregory, I knew bringing you along on this little getaway was a grand idea! Come, let's go make sure there's something ready in the mess for when those lads get it fixed!"
While being dragged away by his King, Gregory turned to the befuddled Chamberlain and, with a look combining pity and belief, said, "Alex, go let those poor engineers know. Coordinate them, you've got this." The brave last words of the First Mate on this strange vessel before being abducted to coordinate the crew's lunch.
The Resentine crew are going to attempt to fix their engine by scrapping spare parts from their defunct torpedo systems.