SHIP'S LOG:

ol' big balloon

Ecto-Hermetic Inc. - 3/27/2018 8:46pm

Job claimed by Pilot Gabe 2018-03-29 15:35:32

Is your ship equipped to handle Ectoplasmic Transport Curse Hazard Level III material? Ecto-Hermetic Inc., is looking for regular scheduled pickup from our ghost processing facility in Doomstown, HL, to our distribution facilities in the Five Points region. Full certification required, with no history of demonic possession in the crew. Please send legitimate requests only to Hector Hernandez, Human Resources Flight Attendant, Ecto-Hermetic Inc, Doomstown.

Pilot Gabe 3/29/2018 3:24pm

its 3/29/2018 and I have figured that I have nothing better to do
so ill be accepting jobs here and doing them

Pilot Gabe 3/29/2018 3:35pm

So I figured that my ship is equipped to handle Ectoplasmic Transport Curse Hazard Level III material.
I see that Ecto-Hermetic Inc. Is expecting a pick up anytime soon, so I figured I'll do it.

I gave them my full certification, and flew off.

After a few hours of flight I brought the Ectoplasmic to Hector Hernandez in doomstown
he seemed fine and looked happy with the package

this went well considering that it was my first job.

Pumpkin Pete - 3/29/2018 8:21pm

Job claimed by Pilot Gabe 2018-03-30 09:31:07

We grow pumpkins all year long in our underground pumpkin grow facility, because the atmosphere on the surface isn't quite right. Those surface dwellers, always chomping on their big cigars and expelling noxious gases... they don't believe in pumpkins! But I'm determined to grow the finest underground pumpkins in the land. The genetics are second to none, and through our hybridization programs we're growing some of the most sophisticated, proto-aware pumpkins you can find anywhere on the market.

We have 12 bushels of quasi-sentient, proto-aware pumpkins ready for transport to a Naval intelligence depot in Keguran. Because of our underground nature, you'll need to pick up the pumpkins in Shytoc under cover of darkness. Radio ahead and we'll meet you where our freight elevators open up in the parking lot.

Pilot Gabe 3/30/2018 9:31am

A new day a new mission.
I got into my Zephyr and flew to Shytoc to pick up some quasi-sentient, proto-aware pumpkins

I picked them up and flew to freight and dropped off the pumpkins

the boss seemed to be happy with my delivery

Hector Hernandez 4/2/2018 8:56am

Dear Pilot Gabe,

I’m really sorry, but on closer inspection I see that three of the Ecto-plasmic shards did not arrive in my shipment. We maintain ghost-blockchain authoritative control of the manifests (because of the potential danger) and while 27 shards were shipped, only 23 arrived. This means that there are three of them still on your ship, either inhabiting your machinery or piggybacking on one or more crew members.

Could you run a Level III Haunting Diagnostic on your ship and crew and see if you can isolate them? We can supply a spiritual extraction team to facilitate removal.

Thanks for your help!

Pumpkin Pete 4/15/2018 12:36pm

TO: Captain Pilot of the Ol' Big Balloon

RE: Pumpkin Head Mix-up

Yeah so they just got through processing the bushels y'all dropped off at the ONI depot in Keguran and turns out they're four quasi-sentient, proto-aware pumpkins short. And, er, to complicate matters, they've found four, fully-sentient human heads in their place.

Just a "heads up" (ha ha get it?) that you might want to take a headcount of your crew (ha ha again!) and make sure they've all got the right tops. Also likely that the fine folks from ONI might be dropping by to make their own appraisal.

Pete the Pumpkin Man

Eduardo Gross 5/2/2018 6:12pm

chhhhhhk! *^^* Er, ah, come in Ol’ Big Balloon, over.

chhhhhhk! *^^* Hailing the crew of the Ol’ Big Balloon, do you copy? Over.

chhhhhhk! *^^* Er, ah, this is Captain Eduardo Gross of the Office of Naval Intelligence. We’re, ah, floating just off your starboard bow and are requesting permission to board. Do you copy? Over.

Sgt. Rico 5/20/2018 7:22pm

*Alright, Red Team, get those headlights on. We can't see a thing through your cams, over.*

*Uh, copy that, Sarge. Lamps on. Over.*

*Tell us what we're seeing here, Corporal. Over.*

*Well, Sarge, It's like a garden. In the dark. We followed those tendrils from the bridge, down through all the decks, and they seem to be sprouting out from the hold. We blasted the lock off the door and went in. It' humid, sir, with kind of a rotting smell to it. Like compost. There's vines growin' up over everything, but hangin' upside down from the ceiling, uh... see that? Blaine, get your headlamp up on this. You too Nickels.*

*My god, it's the crew of the Ol' Big Balloon! Cut 'em down from there, Corporal.*

*I don't think that'd be a good idea, sir. I don't know if you can see it though the cams, but some of those vines, they're growing right into their bodies. They're throbbing too, like they're pumpin' some kinda green juice right into 'em, through their backs. An their faces, sir, can you see their faces? Over.*

*Well, they're pretty swollen. The resolution's not so good on these black & white feeds.*

*They're orange, sir. Their heads are big, and orange.*

*Get out of there now, Corporal. That's an order.*

*Yes sir. Blaine, Nickles, Keep your lamps on those pumpkin heads, and let's back up real slow to the door.*

SLAM!

*What is it Corporal? You feed's breaking up!*

*CRRRRRRRRKKkkkkkk! BAM BAM BAM BAM*

*Corporal, come in! Status! Over!*

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Eduardo Gross 6/8/2018 4:32pm

"No Sergeant Rico. And that's an order!"

"Captain, I believe there could be survivors on that ship."

"We've both seen the footage, Sergeant. Whatever might be "surviving" on that ship isn't human."

"They may only be infected, sir."

"It's too great a risk, Sergeant. I'm sorry. You lost good men there, but you know as well as I do just how dangerous those pumpkin heads are. And we've never dealt with the Haunted Type. There's strict protocol for this. We'll tow it out over the sea..."

"And light it up with incendiaries. I know the routine, Captain."

AROOOOGAH! AROOOOGAH!!

"Helsman! What's going on?!"

"It's the Ol' Big Balloon, sir. She's locking her weapons on us!"