The PCs are powerful sorcerers, but with automatic weapons and kung fu. They work for the spirit of the Egyptian god Thoth, who they killed (twice). They are empowered by the principle of ma'at, the cosmic "truth" that binds reality together. In the campaign, Earth is on the brink of Apocalypse; the conditions for Ragnarok have been met, and most of the major powers in the universe are entrenched in their respective corners, waiting for the end of the world to "officially" begin. The PCs are the only living beings who understand what's really going to happen at Armageddon, and their job is nothing less than to save the multiverse from near-total annihilation. Okay, that's the scoop. In our last session, the PCs caught up with a long-time enemy, an alien lord of chaos and "contagiomancer" who uses advanced biotech to engineer diseases and plagues, which he then looses on populations to divine "truths" out of the vectors of the contagion spreading, death rates, etc.. This villain was holed up in a starship in Earth orbit, but was inaccessible because of an experimental tl16+ "single-point wormhole-generator" that effectively allowed the ship to conceal itself *inside* an artificial wormhole, which like a 'bag of holding' meant the ship didn't exist in realspace. The PCs, however, found a way to get on board; they tracked the villain down, and killed him. They then got off the ship as quickly as possible, afraid it would be set to self-destruct. But the ship did not self-destruct. Instead, it shut down the wormhole and returned to realspace. It then entered the atmosphere and followed a pre-plotted course. Without getting into the obscenely complicated backstory, suffice it to say: the ship's course was to fly to New York City and crash into a building there. In real-life, this building is the Plaza Hotel, at the southeast corner of Manhattan's Central Park. In my campaign, it is actually the "Hotel Sortilège", and houses the extradimensional gateway to the multi-dimensional palace of Earth's most powerful sorcerer. The dead contagiomancer's contingency plan was to crash his starship into the Hotel Sortilège, in an attempt to destroy the gateway and by extension damage the multi-dimensional palace. In quite a few ways, that would be a Bad Thing. This ship, btw, is a *behemoth*. Little more than a massive flying brick, it is 400 yards wide, more than 1200 yards long and its 20 interior decks make it 200 yards tall (the equivalent of about 60 storeys). The ship interior is a total of 2.5 billion cubic feet, and it masses a total of 48 million tons. Most of its power comes from a bank of anti-matter reactors putting out 16 terawatts, and some advanced power cells capable of storing several hundred petawatts of juice. It was equipped with powerful offencive and defencive components, and in the wake of the contagiomancer's death, the ship was pilotted by an ai housed in a gestalt DNA computer comprised of several hundred thousand genetically-engineered super-minds, all functioning together as a complexity-11 computer with 6 exabytes of memory... A big, nasty starship. The PCs figured out what the ship was going to do, but were unable (for many irrelevant reasons) to stop its descent. About twelve hours before the crash, they informed the New York authorities, who began preparations for an evacuation. Two hours later, however - before the evacuation was underway - the weather was responsible for a power-outage (related, but not important) that put the entire metropolitan area (New York City, Long Island, northern New Jersey, parts of New York state and Connecticut) in a blackout. The city was in a state of chaos, then, when the ship crashed in midtown at 6.00 p.M. On a Friday. The starship struck Manhattan's west side, flying almost sideways and coming in on a 10-15 degree angle. The starship's aft port corner touched down first, at the 79th street entrance to the Henry Hudson Parkway. The force of the impact absorbed by shields, screens and thick armour, the starship slid in a roughly south-by-southeast direction. As it went, the tail end slowed down a bit, such that the ship was travelling almost nose-first by the time it reached Columbus Circle at the southwest corner of Central Park. The ship ground east across Central Park South until it hit its target, the Hotel Sortilège. The enchantments protecting the hotel proved their worth, and withstood the collision; the hotel was not damaged. Because the starship had hit the hotel square on, its remaining momentum carried the back end of the ship around in a clockwise west-to-east arc, grinding across the lower third of Central Park and much of the east side. Also at this time, the heat exhaust from the reactionless thrusters was doing additional damage. When the starship finally stopped moving, its nose was pointing west-by-northwest and its body stretched all the way to First Avenue, pushing debris onto the FDR drive, the Queensboro Bridge and into the East River... BACK TO DISASTER IN MANHATTAN