Lost Among The Starlit Wreckage
Lost Among The Starlit Wreckage
Lost Among The Starlit Wreckage
THE STARLIT
WRECKAGE
SEAMUS CONNEELY
LOST AMONG
THE STARLIT
WRECKAGE
GAME DESIGN BY: SEAMUS CONNEELY
Intro 7
Safety Tools 9
Mayday, Mayday 14
Prompts 27
Optional Rules 28
SAFETY TOOLS
The Pilot
The Rescuer
• Family Member
• Mentor
• Battle Partner
• Love
• Archrival
Next, roll 1d6, and draw that many cards from the
deck. Compare these cards to the cards on your
diagnostic board. If the face value matches a card
on the board, remove that card from the board and
discard it - if there are duplicates, you choose which.
This represents the damage that crippled your mecha,
as the blare of warning alarms fade to the ominous
silence of complete system failure. In the example
below a 6, Queen, 3, and 4 (which had no effect) were
drawn. If you only discard one card, then it was a lucky
shot - if you discard six, then your machine is pretty
mangled already. Either way, the damage is spreading
as the mecha’s systems deteriorate.
MAYDAY, MAYDAY
MAKING REPAIRS
TRANSMISSION
Transmission Etiquette
SYSTEM FAILURE
The Rescuer (or the Pilot if playing solo) rolls 1d6, draws
that many cards from the deck, and then compares
them to the cards on the diagnostic board.
In the example on the next page, you can see the Jack
in the upper rightmost position is still connected to the
reactor, following a path horizontally and vertically.
Even the 9 of Diamonds is connected through a
roundabout path. The 8 and King in the lower right
positions are completely cut off, and the Ace in the
lower leftmost position can only follow a diagonal path
to the reactor; all three will be discarded.
21
✓ ✓
X
X X
If the reactor is ever isolated from all of the other
systems - meaning all 24 other cards on the diagnostic
board have been discarded - proceed to Lost to the
Stars.
The Pilot never hears it, and the failed Rescuer never
gets a response.
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PROMPTS
2 How did your mecha get wrecked? Has it ever been this
bad before? What other bad situations have you
survived?
3 Where are you from? Why can’t you go back there?
What did you leave behind? What did you take with you?
4 How did you get caught up in the war? Why did you
stay? Do you think your side won? Is victory worth it?
5 What was becoming an ace mecha pilot like?
Training, fighting, killing?
6 What were your hopes and dreams before becoming
a mecha pilot? Which dreams do you still cling to?
Which dreams have you lost forever?
7 What was the war fought over? What were your
opponents like? What were your allies like? Do
you still think you fought for the right side?
8 Who have you flown with? Who have you flown
against? Aside from pilots, who has hindered and who
has helped you over the course of the war?
9 Who did you lose along the way? Who did you save?
10 Despite everything, what’s a fond memory from
during the war?
J If you don’t make it, what words would you like
to pass on? How would you like to be remembered?
Q How has the war changed you? How have you
managed to stay the same?
K What are your biggest regrets from when you
first stepped into the cockpit to right now? What’s
something you know you’d regret if you hadn’t
stepped into the cockpit?
A What will you do after the war? Where will you go?
Who will you be with?
Joker What gives you hope? For survival? For your
friends and loved ones? For what happens after
the war?
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OPTIONAL RULES
Stable Reactor
Recovered Transmissions
UNLUCKY CLOVER
BY LESLIE TRAUTMAN
PROMPT: 3
PROMPT: 4
PROMPT: ACE
PROMPT: JACK
PROMPT: 9
PROMPT: 7
It’s not that I didn’t care that we were all just numbers
to the higher-ups. It’s not that I didn’t care about the
others, about the people lower-down, the people
stuck in the reactor cage, damned to die at twenty-
seven due to exposure. It’s not that I bought the lies
about the glorious whole of it all, everyone doing their
part and making the Station Chain the shimmering
diamond belt of the galaxy, adorning it with beauty
and progress. I just didn’t see how I could make a
difference...but others did. Someone was pushed too
far down the hole. Someone’s fingers were stepped
on one too many times. Someone looked around at the
shadows cast over us, at those in charge holding all of
the light, and people forgetting they were people like
us and that we were people like them, and someone
stepped up. Stepped out. Punched back. Someone had
to become the voice for everyone lost to the machine.
And with the nature of friction...something ignited.
PROMPT: JACK
PROMPT: 10