So, I was down at Nassau and taking a day off from the standard one or two hour runs. I’d found a nice hotel on the beach and enjoying the spoils of my past employment. In fact, I was watching some beautiful women on the sand, eating my lunch and drinking a rum and coke. Life was good. My cell phone buzzed with a text. A text from my contact in “The Group” to be exact. A job had come up and they were asking if I wanted it. I was to check my email ASAP and then make a quick phone call. I took a long pull from the rum and coke and watched the waves for a few moments.
Then, I checked the email and made the phone call. Afterwards, I ordered another rum and coke. I made sure it was a double.
Cuba. Why did it have to be Cuba?
At least that’s my overly creative imagination pictured as I thought about the next step my pilot would be taking in the FSEconomy virtual world. I was down at Nassau after picking up some tourists (and some agents) from the lower Cays and bringing them back to “civilization.” I wanted to fly another one of my homebrew assignments so I fired up Google Earth, grabbed the 6 x 6 template I talked previously and went to town.
I stretched it out all over lower Florida and the Bahamas.
I wanted the chance for a longer flight. My first roll was a dropout as it put me in the middle of the ocean. What was the point in that? Second roll? The same. The Third roll, however, a 2 and a 4, put me into Cuba. Now, I thought, this is getting interesting!
I zoomed into Cuban area and the initial square was huge so I resized the 6 x 6 grid to match the area I had just rolled and rolled again.
Now, my favorite part, looking around on Google Earth to find something interesting. I saw a few things and I immediately grabbed my percentile dice (2d10’s) and my love of the Mythic solo rules and started asking questions. (Though it did not come up this time I was using the rule that doubles meant a random event!)
Was this going to be a pick-up mission? I had no idea one way or the other so went with 50/50. 34. Yes.
Was it going to be a water pick-up mission? I imagined that it would be far more clandestine to do something like that and so gave it a higher chance. I weighed things out and wrote down 75%. The roll was a 27 so, yes, a water pick-up.
Was I going to have it do it by flying normal assignments through the area? This also made a lot of sense so I assigned it a 85%. The roll = 56. Yes.
And that was all I needed! I got to work looking over FSEconomy and found a run where 2 photographers and a model needed to go a place on the northern coast of Cuba called the Cayos Las Brujas. The Witch’s Cay? Does it get any more pulpy than that?!? I couldn’t let it go and so asked, “Is someone in the group heading to the Cayos Las Brujas for another reason besides a photo shoot?” What if “something else” was going on? I gave it a 40% chance and wah-lah, 32. There WAS something else going on. But what?
I split up the three passengers on a d6 roll, 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 and rolled to see which one was up to something. Of course, it was the model. I realized I was also assuming too much and rolled the gender of the model. 1-3 = male, 4-6 = female. I rolled a 5. A female model up to something and going to a place called Cayos Las Brujas? Truly, the random story gods were smiling on me today! But there was more…
I pulled up my Mythic chart of Random Events and gave it a roll. I wanted to see what the goal was of the model. What did I come up with? 66. Carry and 53:Home. Carry Home. Nice! She was carrying something home. It was obviously something of value or why would she carry it home? So, it was valuable. Was it worth a lot of money? I gave it a 60% and rolled 81. No. Not worth money.
Finally, realizing I had gotten lost in having fun with a story and not flight planning I asked the question that I had to ask. “Was the model actually a witch?” I made it fair and gave it a low chance at 20%. Something was in the air because I then rolled a 03 which meant it was an Exceptional Yes! Sweet!
I couldn’t resist a final roll filled with authentic pulpy, over-the-top goodness. “Was the model/witch the contact for the “Group” my pilot was now working for?” I gave it a modest 40% chance and rolled a 28. I got a good chuckle out of that one! Does she reveal to him that she is, in fact, his contact? 50/50. Roll = 45. Sometimes, the dice love you.
I put it all together like this… The trio were heading to the town in order to do a special photoshoot of the model in her hometown. Rustic shots at the beach and at the market, that sort of thing. Our model, boarding the flight with her photographers, would insist on hanging on to her oversized purse, not allowing it out of her possession. She then, offhandedly, would hand the pilot a business card and on it was a symbol or a drawing or something that would tell him her true identity. Thinking fast, he would allow her to sit up front to “get a good view” and thus wearing headsets so they could possibly talk without being overheard. And that was that! One final question remained, “Was she actually involved in the assignment with the clandestine pick-up?” Given everything so far, I gave it an 85% chance of yes. I rolled a 92! Nope. Just making friendly agent-like contact as she flew home. So be it, then.
I planned out the flight. I would do the first assignment to the Cayos Las Brujas. Then, I would head westward and over fly the pickup area, a large lake, with no passengers. Along the way, I’d dip down, pick up the contact and keep going to my next destination. When I got airborne, I would roll to see if the “authorities” had caught wind of the weird maneuver and would go from there. I would then fly two more assignments and head north to Florida with my “assignment” in the back. Wah-lah! Assignment complete! (Hardly realistic, or perfect, but the goal here was to have fun and revel in my silliness.)
The flight down to Cayos Las Brujas was uneventful and I pulled off a stellar landing. Since I had rolled she had nothing to do with the assignment I was flying, I waved goodbye to my mini-storyline and figured I could come up with another story down the line featuring the character of the model witch. I got things prepped for the big job and aimed the Dehavilland Turbo Beaver westward for the pick-up and rolled into the sky! Weather was holding and I angled for the lake pickup.
It was at this point everything got VERY complicated!
To Be Continued!