Traveller Vignette 013

Space was tight in the mining colony, making personal space an unaffordable luxury for men who'd come to work in the poor conditions because they needed the money. For three months, I occupied - “lived in” would be putting it too strongly – a tiny cabin on one of the lower decks. I shared it with another man I never actually met, since we worked opposite shifts and the cabin would have been far too small for both of us at the same time. Everything I knew about him came from his few personal possessions, a couple of photos he'd tacked to a wall and the occasional brief note. That suited me fine, until they came for him and found me instead.

(Author's note - This is the classic scenario where the PCs are dropped headlong into trouble because of something their roommate knows or has done. Whether it is simple mistaken identity, or whether whoever is after him assumes he has passed the whatever-it-was on to the players is up to the referee)