A bar of white light greets you as your eyes adjust to the blindingly bright light in front of you. The world is a blur, but after a few moments your vision clears. You find yourself in a cell of some kind, thick steel bars, and an old fashioned lock adorn the steel plated door. The walls of the hallway across from the cell look sterile and white. Your head is spinning, but you think you can hear someone clicking away at a computer just out of view of your cell. Your hands are cuffed, and you're in a white jumpsuit with the numbers '03-118' printed on it. Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you here? Your last memories are fleeting, but you recall something about focusing on objects before everything went black.
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Description:
This is a semi-serious open-world cyber-punk setting. You can use your mind to summon a wide variety of effects, from fire to ice to lightning to temporary confused angry zebras. Your powers aren't infinite or great immediately, and you can switch your powers as needed if you aren't threatened. If you find yourself in a fight, improvise with what you have or hide. Find out your origin, or screw around doing whatever you feel. I'll try to keep it at Borderlands levels of seriousness.
(OOC Thread here (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=153256.0) for power/faction/quest suggestions)
Ohfoor's servos gave a slight grind as he stood up slowly, metallic hands handcuffed in front of him. His AC fans breathed in in pulses as he assessed where he was, looking around the unadorned sterile freshly painted white walls. Looking at his hands, the matte black and grey plastic casing over his chest, then his servo-jointed legs, it all felt strange and new somehow. The processors whirred as it attempted to come to terms with what was happening. After a few moments he calmed himself, starting to properly check his environment.
Around the corner of his cell, just out of sight, he heard the clicking of a keyboard, pressing himself against the cold steel bars he could barely make out a black uniformed guard, maybe 10 feet away. His form was bulky with a bulletproof vest and a riot shielded helmet; a small key ring at his hips. The sides of Ohfoor's cell were cobbled scrap steel, shined, but plated loosely. The sides also had one small barred viewing window. The one closest to the guard was empty, save for a few abandoned cables. The one on the Ohfoor's right seemed to be holding an inactive bipedal digigrade-legged machine; it's arms stripped, and legs visibly disconnected. The sides of the cell seemed loose enough to pry, but with the guard's thick helmet, he might not hear, and the lock in front seems to be well, mechanically locked.
x1 [Unassigned Power]
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list, and to add to it)
The guard cautiously walked up to the cell, hand at his side, cupping the grip of a pistol, "Wha? Excuse me?" He just shook his head, taking his hand off the pistol once he got a good look into Ohfoor's cell. "Geez. What the hell. I thought someone broke in here for a sec." He paused, clearing his throat as he crossed his arms in a slightly irritated fashion, "Look, you aren't even supposed to be working. I'm going to call this in, see what they want done. Stay here. I'll be a minute." The last sentence carried a serious tone as he quickly jogged the short distance to the desk, picking up a radio, his back turned to you. His keyring was still at his side. A quick check of the cuffs reveals they weren't intended for reasonably flat handed robots, and your hand barely catches, with a little more force and time you can remove them as is.
x1 [Unassigned Power]
Chaos (Always Present)
(All powers, except chaos, can be assigned/unassigned at any point, except during immediate danger)
x1 [Unassigned Power]
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list, and to add to it)
The machine's processors hummed, "None. No damage to power sockets. Factory-issue parts use a simple twist lock system."
"Plausibility of recovering corrupted data?"
"None. Primary data drive damaged. Utilizing secondary data drives."
Ohfoor straightened up, adjusting his numbered jumpsuit. "List all operators."
"Sergeant C. Donnavin, Ohfoor." Hmmm? Sergeant? A quick look over the machine showed no numbering or military insignia, nor any signs of fresh paint.
"Any notable sensor data?"
The machine hummed, swiveling it's small dome head partially poking out from the heavy armor plating. "Room temperature high. Echoes suggest a large open structure ahead. Servers in adjacent room are configured for internal use. Distant footsteps suggest at least 2 persons jogging towards. ETA 90 seconds. No data prior to reactivation."
Gravity Shift
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
The military-grade machine adjusted it's legs, doing small movements of all joints, a test of sorts. "No logistics data available for building. Hacking suite and connectors required to access data." There went the follow-up questions.
Through the door on the far left the sound of footsteps could be heard, only for them to stop abruptly. A shout from the doorway called out, "CLEAR!" as a can emitting pale grey smoke slid in, small arcs of energy flew from the edges of the cloud. The smoke creeped hallway down what was Ohfoor's original cell.
The mysterious miniature tank beeped as it took in the new information. The floor underneath it cracked as metal spikes popped free from it's feet as it called out, "Electrical cloud detected, electrical grounding active. Orders?"
Gravity Shift
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
Effect: BEEEEEEEEEEEES!
Result: [5] Minor success
The gas was thin enough that through the electricity arcs, Ohfoor could see the guards. He stared them down for a moment before an odd feeling swept over him. The sounds of popping filled the air as small objects dropped within the electrical smoke and a loud buzzing just beyond began. The mobile tank chimed in flatly, "Swarm of insects detected nearby, caution advised." The guards in the hallway let loose screams as they flailed in a panic. There were two options to escape, ride the electrically grounded quadruped tank to pass the smoke and the distracted guards, or pass the server-laden corner ahead.
Gravity Shift
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
Ohfoor unmounted the tank on the elevator platform, walking up to the turnkey to get the platform moving. Which direction though... After a moment, he flicked the key to go downward and the elevator roared to life, descending as the motors on each side blared. The descent went further and further down as the walls closed in around the elevator, obscuring any view of the floor below that might have been there.
When the walls gave way to the open air, Ohfoor saw what was before him, awaiting a floor down. The walls were a bare steel structure. The floor was a steel grating covering the entirety of the level with three walled buildings down the center of the level, each with stairways and windows lining the sides. Down the center of the floor at the far wall was a large metal warehouse that was quickly obscured by the central building as the elevator neared the landing. There were people wandering back and forth from building to building, but they seemed to be few and far between. Wooden boxes, mostly 4 feet wide cubes, rested on palettes in the open spots in front of the buildings in large rectangles three or four boxes wide. Most of the boxes were unmarked and closed, but there were a few exceptions. Some in white coats, but most in the armor that the guard watching your cell wore. The elevator clicked into place, locking into the ground. No one seems to have noticed Ohfoor or the unarmed tank yet.
Gravity Shift
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
Gravity Shift
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
Fire
Chaos (Always Present)
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He returned to the elevator, taking his time to focus closely on the camera just inside the scratched up elevator. It sizzled and sparked, finally creating a loud popping sound before it's red light went out. With no more reason to be worried about being seen inside the elevator he stepped in, hitting the only button lit up, upwards. The elevator shook as it revved into motion as the cables visible on the sides pulled tight. The support struts flicked by one after the other for a few minutes until he arrived at the top.
As he stepped off the elevator, he was greeted by a thick layer of dust shaking itself free from the shoddy looking chandelier in what appeared to be another storage room lined with cheap brown tile flooring. A plethora of random metal parts with price tags lined the shelves. There was a lanky brown-haired man with a beaten baseball cap tapping at a keyboard. He called over his shoulder, "Hey Jon, I thought we were good for parts. Let's not mess up our agreement. And when did you go for parts anyways?" The man turned his head to the side, waiting for a reply, showing his pointed ears.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
The man with the pointy-ears sprang up from his chair, nearly knocking down the chair in the process from the sheer speed of the motion. He shouted out the door to the neighboring room, "What the fu-... JON! Did you let someone back here?!" The man's long narrow face looked over Ohfoor with a profound confusion. His hand was behind his back level with his waistline, but tensely waited for a reply. He let his guard down for a second, "What the hell are you even?"
A voice bellowed back, "No? Why?" The owner of the deep voice entered the room, slouching to get into the doorframe. Jon was at least 7 feet tall with a thickset muscular build, a pair of small horns adorned his head and portions of his upper body were lined, if not outright replaced with metal prosthetics. He paused upon seeing Ohfoor, "Oh... The hell-?... What brings you here? Particularly our backroom." Ohfoor backed up slightly in shock of Jon's appearance. Not because of the cybernetics, but the completely unfamiliar horns and build.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
Ohfoor unzipped and removed his jumpsuit, as Rick gave him a quick once over. "It looks like a lot of old parts. Different manufacturers, different years. Except the torso and leg connectors. That looks new, and pretty flexible in connector types. You should be able to find or buy new arms and legs and still have them work." Rick started to unscrew the cover on the torso, "If I'm right, this'll all be new, and you won't have to worry about your internals for at least five to ten years. Won't even reach in, so don't worry about it." The cover popped off with a small amount of force, Rick looked a confused, then was holding his hand in front of his mouth as if a sour air hit his nose. He finally managed to spit out the words, "Holy shit. Yep. Internals are new... Except what isn't. Have you seen this? Your insides I mean." Ohfoor shook his head confused as his processors hummed within the now open chest cavity. Rick stood up, rifling through some cloth covered items in the corner of the room. He held a mirror out and angled it.
Ohfoor gazed into the mirror staring into the half-lit chest cavity. Inside, was a human skull covered in etchings occasionally glowing as electricity arched between it and his processors. Wait. The fuck? "...What?" was the only word that escaped his speakers. It took him half a minute of staring at the skull before he added, "Are you serious?" Rick just raised his hands into the air and furrowed his lip as if to say, 'how the fuck should I know'.
Rick raised a finger into the air, "Mind if I close that up? First time I've seen something like that and all, but the smell isn't exactly great." Not waiting for a reply he just grabbed the panel and screwed it back into place. "Anyways, Jon is setting you up with some people we used to know. If you want to make some money to get parts, ask to run errands." He tossed the white numbered jumpsuit back to Ohfoor, who quickly got dressed. "Right, how many credits are we working with for parts?" Ohfoor grabbed the cred stick and pressed down the button to show the amount. Rick just scratched at his head, "For that, we have some old manipulator arms. Pretty old, roughly as old as your current ones, but you'd have three fingers and a thumb instead of your old open/close flat hand. I can swing it for... 1,800c?"
Jon stepped into the room cutting the conversation short, "Rick, I set it up with the hotel down the block. They were a little hesitant to accept something that might be corporate tech. They want him to run a task before they'll even let him in the door." Rick just rolled his eyes, as Jon held out a massive mechanical hand gripping a small piece of paper with a phone number to Ohfoor, "They set up a line for instructions. Give them a call if you want a place to stay." Ohfoor took the paper and put it in one of the pockets of his jumpsuit.
Rick piped up, still wanting to do business, "So does that price sound reasonable?"
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
- White Jumpsuit
- 2,000c Cred Stick
Rick went over a room, opening up a display case up front, coming back with a decently worn pair of mechanical arms. It was exactly as advertised, 3 slender fingers and a thumb and the same kind of spindly arms he already had. Likely wouldn't carry much weight, but then again the ones he had now wouldn't be much better for that kind of thing. "We don't normally switch out parts, but luckily it's old enough to not need specialized tools. Just a wrench should be fine." He nudged his head over towards the desk in the corner, "Come on. I need a flat surface to place your arms onto." He tapped his hands on the swivel chair. "Sit down. I'll make it quick." He tossed something towards Jon, "Hey Jon, take 1,800c off this when you have a sec." Jon silently nodded as he walked out with a cred stick. Ohfoor checked his pockets as he sat down, sure enough, there was no cred stick. When did he? What kind of work did he do before this? Rick piped up as he saw him check his pockets, "Don't sweat the details. This'll be quick." He unzipped a little of the jumpsuit, just to get the arms free of it.
The man with the pointed ears started unscrewing the connector of Ohfoor's left arm. It was strange sensation, almost a dull distant pain as the wrench spun to remove the nuts holding it in place. Then he carefully removed the power cord and his entire arm with it, leaving a weird empty feeling as he cautiously tried moving it only to feel the nothingness that used to be his limb. The metahuman slowly moved the new part into place, connected the wires and started applying the nuts to hold the new part. Ohfoor flexed his fingers, holding out his arm in front of him. His hand felt a little out of place and clumsy, like an arm that fell asleep. He then started on the second, removing the part with the same dull pain. As he place the second arm on the table a sound resonated at the back of the storeroom. The elevator roared into motion rattling dust from the light fixture. "That can't be good. How long do we have?"
Rick adjusted his worn red baseball cap, "Three minutes for it to go down and back up." He slammed the wrench down on the table. "Shit-" He paused, cursing and slamming his fist onto the wooden desk, "I don't have enough time to do this. You need to get lost right now." Rick pointed to the front room, "Take your arm and a wrench. You'll have to do it yourself. They can't know you went this way or we're all kinda screwed, ya got me?" He called out to Jon, "Yo Jon! Got that cred stick ready? We're kinda fucked for time!"
A deep voice called up from the front, "Jon's a little busy. This is Starway Security. Come to the front with your hands up. You're being charged with illegitimate retail licensing and we're here to bring you in." Leaning forward Ohfoor could see a bald muscular man in a solid navy blue uniform. He was holding a pistol to Jon's head with a foot firmly pressed into Jon's back to hold him against the ground, or at least know if he tried something.
A second male voice called out from just out of sight, "Come on, let's make this simple. You know we're the law around here." The voice let out a hesitating laugh as he lowered his voice to talk to his partner, "Man, I love these charges. Nice and simple." He raised his voice back up, "Hands up, or we'll have to consider it resisting arrest!"
Rick sat down on the desk, drawing a pistol from behind his back, checking the magazine, and cocking the slide. He whispered under his breath, "We're fucked. Elevator or out there, doesn't matter now." He nodded his head to the opposite corner of the room, "There is a hatch with a ladder to the roof on the other side of the room, just past the last shelf. I'll take care of things." He stood up off the desk whispering under his breath, "Sorry Jon." He waited with his pistol at the ready for Ohfoor to take the wrench and arm.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
- White Jumpsuit
NOTE: One working arm
Ohfoor walked into the main area of the scrap store, looking over only to stare down the barrel of a pistol at ten feet, the light shining through the dust caked windows backlighting the gunman. The robot started focusing on the second man as gunfire erupted within the room. One shot hit his hip, fracturing plastic and burning a small hole in his white jumpsuit. The second missed, cracking the glass display case in the corner, dropping glass shards around the base of the display stand. Two shots was all he managed to fire as he too contorted from the sheer amount of electrical energy being forced through his body, and like his partner he collapsed in a twitching pile on the tile floor. A quick check of the two attackers showed they were both alive and breathing, but rendered unconscious.
Rick peeked his head out of the storeroom when the gunfire stopped uttering quietly, "That ain't magic..." He pushed past Ohfoor, rushing to Jon and abandoning his pistol beside him. Jon let out a groan of pain, lying in a small pool of blood with a bullet wound the size of a dime in his shoulder, and his arms still smoking. Rick let out a heavy sigh and smiled, "Geez. Don't scare me like that. Get the fuck up Jon. You can't patch the exit wound with you lyin' on it." No longer greatly concerned Rick picked his pistol back up, and disconnected the first aid kit off the wall just above the granite countertop, rifling through the box to find gauze and disinfectant. Jon grunted as he stood himself up, getting blood on his smoking metal hands in the process. Rick while handing called over to Ohfoor noting the small hole in the jumpsuit, "How about you? Can you still move okay? 'Cause we still need to go right now."
A few quick tests showed no problems moving. He gave a thumbs up, "I'm still doing good."
Rick walked over to the window with his pistol drawn, peering through the dirty glass, "Thank goodness. Looks like it was just the one patrol car." He turned back to Ohfoor once again with a serious look, "We're going to head to the hotel down the road. That's the 'Blue Sapphire Hotel' to get whatever is left of the bullet out of Jon." He pointed to the door at the back as he tucked his pistol back into his jeans, "Go into the backroom and get your arm and a wench, find a quiet spot out there and finish what I started." As he was about to open the door to the outside he added, "Oh, and ah... Thanks. If you want a weapon you'll find a little shop on 4th and MacGill called 'Vera'. Tell 'em Rick and Jon sent ya. They still owe me a favor." Rick pulled the door open and left, walking down the street.
Jon was about to follow, holding his bleeding shoulder, when he remembered something, "Right. Your cred stick. Catch." He tossed the stick to Ohfoor who caught it with relative ease, well, as much ease as someone with one arm can. "Reminds me, I think I left mine in the basement. I'll have to come back sometime. Not sure what you did back there, but thanks." He waved and walked out the door, trying his hardest not to move his injured shoulder.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
- White Jumpsuit (damaged, bullet hole)
- Cred Stick, 200c
- Hotel Phone Number
NOTE: One working arm
It sounded like the mystery man moved into the next room, forcing a sigh of relief as he unzipped the jumpsuit to get his arm and start connecting it. It didn't take long to wrench the part in place. Took him a few tries to get the wire properly lined up to power the newly connected arm, but he managed it in the end. He walked over the unmaintained cracked surface of the roof to scope out the area. A large black van with blacked out windows rolled up to the front of the building as two larger built men in black and white suits waited on the street with electrified stun batons, as the two Starway members walked out into the streets with their arms held above their heads, blood running from their heavily beaten and broken faces. They were definitely in much worse shape than when he tazed them. There were two collapsible ladders on the roof, one on the side leading down the street adjacent leading to what looked like a crowded neon-lit shopping district. The other led down the back of the building, leading to several bonfires burning in corroded oil drums where people where huddled, some standing, some laying down against the walls. A small building stood past the bonfires in back, nestled in between two other buildings in an alleyway and lit with blue flame lamp posts and purple neon in what looked like an incomprehensible language.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
- White Jumpsuit (damaged, bullet hole)
- Cred Stick, 200c
- Wrench (Old, manual)
- Hotel Phone Number
As he walked towards the people standing around a lady that looked like she was in her mid-20s called out to Ohfoor, "Captain! Welcome back, sir.", saluting with a hand at her chest as if she was a the military of some sort. Another one of them pulled her arm down, seemingly trying to stop her from doing such things, but she struggled to keep her salute going. One of the people huddled around the fire held a pipe, and another grabbed a makeshift blade from broken sheet metal, cloth, and a wooden handle from the ground. There were six of them in all, and they seemed cautious, but more afraid than anything, not willing to make the first move or run away. Ohfoor stopped for a moment, looking at the people standing around the fire. They looked unwell and pale, most of them had unkempt dirty hair dressed in layers of torn, worn-out clothes. A few of them had implants on the side of their heads, including the eccentric female who seemed to have calmed down. At least one of them weren't quite human, one with jutting teeth, an unusual build and pointed ears, and another was bald with lines of glowing blue streaking down his face and neck, but with their hood it was hard to be certain. The man in the hood stared at you with glowing blue eyes, visibly sweating and most definitely the most nervous of the group.
Beside the group of cautious rundown-looking people was a large building, hidden between the two buildings adjacent to it. A phone booth was illuminated in the strange blue flames of the lamp posts adored the far side of the building, next to the door. The purple neon sign above the door was still simply incomprehensible, almost seeming to change with each direct look at the neon light. Something about the place made Ohfoor feel uneasy, but he wasn't sure what.
Lightning
Chaos (Always Present)
(See OOC for list of available powers, and to add to it)
- White Jumpsuit (damaged, bullet hole)
- Cred Stick, 200c
- Wrench (Old, manual)
- Hotel Phone Number