Heh! I'm quite impressed, Pink... we faked a fire, but you actually *did* burn the place down! We haven't managed that much destruction... yet.
Our session wasn't near as exciting; since we're currently not getting shot at or threatened with autodestruct, Ah'Choo and Roy took the time to search the ship for useful supplies while MP-X301 sat on the Bridge monitoring for trouble, playing Solitaire on the main viewscreen, and being generally bored out of his mechanical mind.
We didn't find much of anything useful, other than plenty of beans, kitchen utensils, all-purpose cleanser, water wings, fake seaweed, a rock that looks like Pelvis Brelsford, and toilet paper. (And probably a few other useless things I'm forgetting offhand.)
We did, however, rag mercilessly on poor Captain Richards. (Which is what you missed, Pink, heh.)
First my character broke into his quarters by slicing a hole in the door with a laser torch. Then we rummaged through his underwear drawer. (He wears briefs, I made sure to ask.
) Then we dissed his bell-bottomed uniform trousers. Then we found his personal escape pod (Fat lot of good THAT did him, eh?). Our bounty hunter character is currently lounging on his bed watching inappropriate Pay-Per-View channels. And finally the player of said bounty hunter is convinced that we should duct tape all of Richards', er, damaged bits and carry him around with us as a Cousin Ted character, sort of Weekend At Bernie's style.
So, apparently the lesson to be learned if you're an NPC in our sessions and want to retain your dignity is not to die.
Peace & Luv, Liz