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Sweet. Well, take a picture to prove I saved him, and then find the engineering bay. Explain that my plasmapick has been a little weak recently and could they do some kind of improvement?

You take a picture with your holo-pager, he seems to stir from his slumber, so cute!
[3] You ae not sure how to get to the engineering bulge from here, you'd need to take a lift or two.

Wake up harder.

[5] You are up.
You seem to have been fully restrained with zip ties and left on the floor.
What seems unexplainable however, is that your hands seem to have slipped their bindings.

Again, I didn't want to hurt him... just scare him.... I wonder what would happen if I really did want to to hurt him.

Tie up his legs and the drag him to the security room via maintenance tunnels and other ways besides the lift. Tell my boss I brought him in and tell him about the holes in security in the maintenance tunnels. Maybe that's how he even got into the vault without authorization. If he asks why he's beat up, just say he was resisting.

[6]And again you live up to the reputation of police and security forces eerywhere, you restain his ankles with zip ties, before proceeding to stamp on his kneecaps.
[6]He seems more alert now.
[4] You manage to drag him through the tunnels and link up to the lift near the medical post. 
[1] You toss the perp into the open doors...you hear a continuous scream.
 It doesn't appear the lift is actually there. You'll have to have a few words with the engineers later.
[?] The screams fade out, but not abruptly. You soon see the figure of the intruder slowly rising up the shaft, tumbling slowly...weird.

Quote from: Innsmothe on March 25, 2013, 10:24:26 am

don't be so flipping cheeky.

Note to self: GM does NOT appreciate my sense of humor.

Continue dreaming.
Attempt to determine identity of angel and if she has sufficient security clearance to be here.

[3] Your reboot processes start as programmed, gently syncing your psuedo-mind with the time scale of the physical world.
The woman takes a photo of you.

Goddammit, that's not the floor I want! Now go back and get to the food floor!

[3]The lift doesn't respond.You seem trapped in this apparent crazy dream world. This really isn't your day.
The Valkyrie then bathes the Huskarl in an instantaneous bright light, is she taking his soul?

Um.... that's not what I wanted to do.... well my boss probably won't care. After all he gave me a bonus after thinking I purposefully killed the guy.

Call my boss and tell him that the stowaway survived the atmosphere removal of the vault using an oxygen tank and a breathing mask. Afterwards do some question of the man by asking, "What are you doing in a restricted area? This place is impossible to just reach accidentally so i know you didn't just wonder in here," with my gun in his face.

[?][?] You call you boss about your perp.
-beep-
"Pity the scum is still alive, still breathing the air we work so hard to purify. Though I wonder what devilish means he used to survive the most painful effects of his exposure to hard vacuum. I will think on this.
However, your duty is to bring him back for interrogation. There has been an act of terrorism on this ship and he may be a part of it. Either to occupy our forces, or he was to benefit from the 'distraction' that was the nuclear fuelled fire in our factory complex.
 Though I will have to give you only half pay, as our budget will probably end up being slashed by ways of collateral damage in the wake of this scandal." -beep-

[2] You pale.
[2] You turn to the intruder mouth open and gun trained, before slamming for foot into his occipital bone.
[2] He really doesn't feel like replying to your 'interrogation', he's too busy talking to the floor.

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250cr get.

Wake up, socking someone in the face at the same time.

[1] That's some dream man! You wish you could participate in it forever! Well...you just may if this continues.
[5][3] Something happens.

Wield the plasmapick in a steady circular motion all around me - both keeping back the heat and creating an easy to see light source that will attract all the survivors I don't seem to be able to make out. Sing more, and possibly louder. We can't just leave them all to die.

[6][5] You swing your pick around in a gliding pirouette, your volume reaching new heights.
[1][5][1] Your blade glides over the frantically diving security force and blazes across the poor robotscicle near the N₂ inlet valves.
[5] The ice melts around him. You have saved another lost soul!
[?] You can discerner no signs of life apart from you and the security crew.

Uh....Step out?

[?][?]You step out and come immediately to the realisation that you may be trapped in a coma after receiving severe head trauma from the falling lift, for the sight you gaze upon is completely alien.

You see a terrifying Valkyrie gliding upon a icy landscape, all the warriors prostrate themselves before her and beg for their lives as her flaming blade arcs above them. The magical flames strike an armour clad huskarl trapped in the magical ice, brought about by her enchanting tune, both freeing him from the ice and most likely bringing his final end.

"The liquid explodes into a gas and quickly the fire and molten metal"? Thank Ford the fire was quicklied!

Nothing.

[5][?] You spend your aeons imprisonment thinking about that lady, your angel. You feel yourself heat up and your shell flush at the thought of her fin- Wait...this seems rather wrong, and not just in a sense of impropriety.

...
[5] The Sec team, now recovered delves into the fog to both search for life and assess damage.
[3] The Station team is taking it easy now on their way back.

Jump right before it hits the floor. Maybe stab the ground when we land, to look cool.

[3] After trying, You realise that this is physically impossible, and you wobble into a crouch, [4v 2] stabbing your knife deep into the floor panelling. You feel badass. You hear a melodic singing beyond the doors, mixed in with the blazing of flames.

be unconscious

[4][4] You Go from unconsciousness into a gentle sleep, your dreams are peaceful and you feel  comfortable, happy and shielded from the pain of the waking world.

Rush into the hellfire and rescue more poor young men! Sing! Also take each of their names so I can claim some kind of reward later.

[3] You drop through the melted floor into the inferno below,and quickly come to the realisation that  youare surrounded by molten and vaporised metal.
[2] You see no survivors.
[6] Like a Siren from tales ancient, you open your mouth and light a signal to all those that can listen. You don't hear the loud metallic clunk, or the steam that starts to hiss around you.

File the footage of me trying to lead them to a survivor-ridden area and them ignoring me for later.

Find something to fix./b]

[3] Though there may be some corruption, you feel that you managed to store away the footage.
[6] Seeing the lady techophiliac dive into the inferno below, you follow with great enthusiasm she starts crooning a sweet melody, the deep heart rendering song inspiring you to work beyond the limitations of your shell.You risk your A.I and extremities for her, your fore limbs latching on an undamaged N₂ line and wrench it in two. The liquid explodes into a gas and quickly extinguishes the fire and molten metal. There are groans, cracks, hisses, squeals and an assortment of other noises as materials go from one extreme to the other.
[2]Your take the brunt of the leak. As your system goes into emergency hibernation as your circuits shield themselves from the spreading cold, you look upon the angel singing in the low lying mist and feel that all is well in the world, your CPU is all a flutter and in the comparative eons your consciousness will spend in your processor waiting for re-boot, that image will be at the fore front of your memory.

You are 'unconscious'

What? He had an Oxygen tank? Well glad I didn't accidentally cause a murder at least. Anyways, "Freeze! Hands in the air! I'm with security! No sudden movements or you will know what it'll feel like to have a bullet or two go through you!"

Pull out my pistol and aim it at the collapsed man while saying the above. Shoot him if he makes any possibly hostile actions. Slowly walk up to him and then pat him down for weapons and restrain him. After that check his condition to see if he needs medical attention.

[5] The man is in no condition to resist. He did spend some time in total vacuum, with nothing but a breathing mask.
[?] You don't believe he has any other weapons.
[6v 3-1][1][5] If there was a dictionary entry for excessive force, your name would be the example. You dislocate both his shoulders and break his thumbs with your boots, before wrapping his wrists with several zip ties. He stays conscious.

...
[5]The security team follows the robot and the Female engineer
[1]The Station team gives up and heads back, hopefully they will return better equipped..

"Anyway, there was a leak on manfufactory level, maybe that caught fire. It seem like it to me because I was stand nearby and caught fire myself."

[6] "Well if you  are that stupid, you can't be a terrorist...you are just a terror and a liability to the ships safety and the well being of it's passengers."
[1] One of the grunts walks stabs you in the ear with the barrel of his rifle.

Hello there. Where would you like to go?

[6] "To the source of the nuclear fire, ship-quakes, and possible survivors!" One of the men yells.

Well. I'm off!

[1] No,no you are not. The HC may be happy with sending an nderling to a disaster zone, but you are definatley not.
To you the bloody sirens and warnings in the rest of the ship spell out 'Abandon hope ye who inhabit here.'   

The lift or cramped maintenance tunnels. Yeah let's go with the tunnels.

Head to the vault via maintenance tunnels. Then start searching for the body of the stowaway.

((Question, where is the disaster happening and how much of the ship is it affecting?))

[6] The tunnels surprisingly travel right to the vault, with no secured points or identity requirements. Some logic there. 
[4] Though, as you 'pop the hatch' as it were, you realise the air is rather thin.

Well, try out my plasmarycutter a bit by helping the crew clear the debris with it, I need to get back in somebody's good books...

[3v5] Swing and a miss, though, the meter deep scoring in the nearby wall prevents the guys from working up the courage to criticise your procedure.

Let's show 'er 'ow it's done lads!

[2v1] They lazy clear the last few loose remnants of the blockage. And pose proudly after proving the superiority of their gender.

Let's just get on with it!

[2]They stare dumb founded at the idiots, their own muscles aching from doing most of the work.
 

"If I was the terrorist, why would I be naked?"

Break away and run

You pose the question to the sergeant, "If I was the terrorist, why would I be naked?"
[2v3] You struggle ineffectually.
[2] "After seeing your pathetic lack of competence so far, I would come to the conclusion that you didn't know how to dress yourself."
[4] The two grunts relax.

Cool. Now to wait...When I get out, find them ingredients!

[2][?][?] You finally head into the kitchen, you are quickly intercepted by the head chef. A large man whoo, by his proportions, likes the comfort of a kitchen. 
Fortunately for you, instead of being angry at your lateness, he just thinks that you are an idiot foreigner from one colony or another, slowly getting more and more obnoxious in his manner of speaking to you as time passes.
"You! Froggy! Next time call if you are gonna be late or get a map and learn to read en-ge-lisch.
Anyway I need a small traditional clay oven fabbed for one of the guests, he;s very peculiar about how flat his flat bread are made, did you get that? OV-EN! ." He begins to gesticulate crudely, and putting on an exaggerated accent .
"Apparently there's been a mishap." More wild gesticulations towards the sirens on the wall, most of which seem to be have been smashed. "But if they try and stop you getting through just tell them that they won't be fed tonight!" He stuffs his finger down his throat.
"Awe River!" He shouts as he shoves you back into the lift.

"Well whatever... Guess back to work. But no more lifts... don't trust those things any more."

Find some pain killers and take a few and then save some for later in case the effects where off too early. Then go back to my job dealing with the stowaway... except take as many stairs as I can to the vault rather then use a lift.

((Man... when am is my character gonna figure out the ship is on fire and being destroyed?))

[3] You find no painkillers in the open, you also avoid the robots like the pox/plague/etc.
[6]However, tucked away in a recession outside and along the hall, you find a cart used to ferry emergency patients or annoying hypochondriacs.
[3] You take a ramp here and there, but you find that to get to the vault that you will need to either get another lift, enter the exhausting and claustrophobic maintenance tunnels or take the ship apart.

"Sup, boet... let's get outta here... Lead on, dude."

Take the lift and get er... wherever the robot was headed. Try not to stroke it.

[5][3] You stop molesting the poor thing. However, you do escort it like a young child into the lift and manage, through painfully blunt language to the on board network, to find the section where the two rescue and containment teams are. A factory deck two floors above the devastation.
It seems to be clear apart from debris from the shockwave, which collapsed with part of the floor into the deck below, and what appears to be the aftermath of a small localised explosion.
The floor below could possibly be accessed if it wasn;t for the piled debris, the two teams are know clearing it manually.

What are you doing to me?

Struggle halfheartedly.

She stops feeling you up and leads you into the lift by one of your 'legs'
[4]You struggle against her grip like you had just risen from a forced reboot and recharge cycle.
You come to where the two teams are clearing an access route to the floor below.

...
[3] The station crew, now realising how ill prepared they are, work lazily and without drive.
[6] The answer by the Ship crew is once again an improvised charge.
[2][5][4] Which bounces up from the wreckage into the middle of the two teams. But it's a dud or otherwise not properly primed.
All parties sigh loudly.

ptw and waitlist

Added, I will need a sheet just in case the current players manage to stop not dying. 

Update: Still going be busy today, so no update. The game is nondescript enough without me having to resort to shorthand or txt speak.

Quote from: Innsmothe on March 13, 2013, 04:19:29 pm

Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on March 13, 2013, 03:07:07 pm

Scuttle through the hole that one guy with the plasma-bladed Hullcutter-x2240 cut and lead the team to wherever it is they're going.

If my assumptions are incorrect, locate the security team.

The hole was on the original deck where you fix the airlock. You went down into the storage/factory area.

Am I or am I not the maintenance robot mentioned a couple of times last turn?

Yes.
I mistook you for the femme fatale engineer in that reply, 'cuz tired >.>
Update later

Run and find clothes.

You think that being ganged up by three armed men whilst you are extremely exposed is a rather big health hazard, thus you try to split.
[2] However, as grossed out as they may be, the two grunts bar your exit, rifles aimed.
[6v 4][3] The sergeant grabs your arm from behind and tries to restrain you [6] however you easily slip out. 
[3v5] You swing you brush around but hit air as he side steps you.

DAMMIT. KICK SOMETHING ELSE.

[3]you kick and the main computer hub to the lift systems [1v3]
[6]you just find satisfaction in the sound of your boot impacting the metal casing.

Go to wherever the security team is supposed to be.

Seeing that foul woman put you off building a drone replacement.You instead head to where you were ordered to.
Taking a separate lift from down the hall you quickly arrive to the entrance of the storage and manufacturies.
[1] You come into one of the worst affected sectors, the teams wouldn't enter via this route, they would have gone in one of the more structurally secure areas for easier handling of evacuees.

Help the security team gain access to the manufacturies by using my plasma pick!

[4] You pick up the Plasma Pick and head to the l nearest lift so you can find the team handling the evacuees. Not out of any philanthropic feeling, but the sheer primal need to try out your new toy.
[1] You enter an area full of heat and fumes. The floor has collapsed and there is no sign of activity bar a maintenance robot.

((o.O Didn't I lose my foot?))

Ugh... I better get my foot checked out before I get back to work... and use the stairs from now on... if they exist.

Still unaware that hell is happening on the rest of the ship, get to the med bay and see if I can get someone to examine my foot.

[6-2] You manage to carry on through the pain and issue emergency medical protocols that forces the lift to breach it's safety limitations on its speed and heads straight to the nearest medical office.
[6] Upon arrival, the doors open and you are immediately greeted by a full swarm of EMA's (Emergency Medical Automatons). These robots, resembling the upper half of a human mounted on a magnetic dish that keeps them in mid air, lift you up and speedily shunt you onto one of the empty beds. You barely have time to be disappointed by the brick hard mattress as the robots pin you down painfully tight.
[4] You feel a needle jam into the base of the bleeding stump where your foot used to be, you scream in agony but the blood seems to slow in it's escape from your severed vessels.
 [3]You see one of the robots bring over an expensive prosthetic, one of the ones that link up to your nerves. Whilst you would no longer have any sense of awareness from the foot, you wouldn't feel as awkward than if it was just a clamp-on.
[2]The next several minutes are what can only be described as on of the most horrendous atrocities to be committed against an injured patient in the name of medical care.You are left screaming, spasming and venting your bowels as their probes and nano-scalples attach the limb to your stump, wiring up the electronics.
[6] The operation was beyond all expectation in actual effectiveness though, the prosthetic is completely integrated, nerves, muscles AND blood vessels.
[2] You don't stay conscious long enough to enjoy the fruits of your pain however.     

You are no longer numb.
You now have a fully integrated prosthetic.

...
[Destruction roll: 3] Muted blasts come from the affected level, rocking the Evacuation team, the Station team, a robot and a stray engineer. However, things seem to be dying down some more.