I'll go to the rec room and read up
You grab the book from the armory master and return to the rec room, stretching out on the sofa to read. You figure it will take a while. You skip through the first couple chapters detailing ancient history, and up to the chapter titled "Colonization of the solar system", and start reading.
The chapter talks about how mankind spread to various planets within the solar system, mostly a lot of moons and the occasional asteroid. For several hundred years they basically were stuck within the solar system until the discovery of something called the Hensbeck effect which allowed ships to move instantaneously from certain places in space to others. This allowed for the colonization of the stars.
"Ahh. I see how it works." Thomas grumbled, annoyed "Oh, I'm lightning immune look at me!" He mocked the bull creature mercilessly, then shot it with a coilgun.
[Dex:1+1] You raise your hand to fire when the bull charges, slamming into you. [end roll:2+1] You can feel your armor strain and bend beneath the dozen horns of creature, its great legs straining to push it forward. [strength:1+2] You grab the creature's head and dig your feet in; you both struggle in brutal stalemate, trying to push the other away.
"You're getting rather annoying." You mutter as you shift your hand to the center of the creature's head, laying the barrel of the coil gun directly on the boney hide and firing. [1+2] The creature grunts and shutters as you fire several rounds into it, blood pouring out of under your crushing grip, but never stops pushing.
Try to assess the damage done to the head.
... Now that was quite a shock. Good to know these neural implants work as intended (and, perhaps, even better than that). Hmmm, it seems I've got some idea lingering from before passing out - ah, yes.
By the way, Steve - how old are the 'Corps (absolute time if possible)? How old are you, Steve (subjective time would be okay)? And how many comrades have already survived through ten missions and safely resigned?
And how many poor souls have not made through these ten circles of hell?
Oh, and also, concerning that old piece of text: is it, by any chance, you who is waiting for us as the tenth circle of hazardousness? *a bit nervous, but nevertheless ironic chuckle*
Go to the armory and ask for the video about armor/spacesuits. Also, inquire if there are any videos about the known alien species.
One more thing, Steve - is it possible to get (yeah, spawn) test subjects in the tinker setting of VR? Such as animals, humans wearing suits, or... the xenos?
((Also, some time ago I've watched the video about general history and you mentioned there being the usual propaganda - could you give some examples? It might really help to RP my character to know such stuff and be able to use in arguements.
Well, yes, I understand, 'our regime is the best', 'the magisters care about the people' and 'only the magisters stand between the society and its certain doom by the hands of aliens and mutants' - but, perhaps, there are some more specific things to mention? Such as 'magisters personally fighting the xenos from the front' or 'magister X saved the sick child by paying for the operation' or something like that))
You rub your forehead. You'll have a welt, but you'll be alright.
You head to the armory and get the video about suits. You ask about something with information on aliens.
"I got stuff but it's all way out of date; 120 years, give or take. Time dilation and all. Check the net, it's much more up to date."> The corps itself is roughly 800 years old, along with most of the current military organizations. All left overs from the Altered wars and the creation of the Magistars system. As per how old I am, oh, about 150 years old, objective time. As per how many people survive and die, I can't tell you exactly, but the average survival rate per mission is 20%. So, on average, 1 of the 5 members of a team will survive. Now, extrapolate that up through ten missions and I believe you have a 1.024 chance in 10,000,000 of surviving to the end. A few have beaten the odds but you would have had better odds if you just played the lottery.
> Sure, you can spawn them in there. But you'd be better off testing things on each other in duel or the other programs. Target dummies don't fight back.
((As per the propaganda, it would be more focused on how the Magistars brought order to the scattered nations and planets of man, united them against the altered threat and saved humanity; and how they'll continue to do the same thing against any xeno or internal enemy force.They're a bit to aloof to stoop to the normal politician antics.))
((@Nikitian: Your character may be killed in his sleep for all that praise to a totalitarian government.))
Milno frowns and tries a substitute to the gel for something able to prevent the heat from igniting the fuel in the same way as the metal protection. If unsucessful, which is almost certainly what will happen, just try to create a fast and automatic ejection system.
[intelligence roll:5] Hmm. It would be possible to use some sort of automated field manipulator to snuff out any sort of dangerous heat or kinetic energy. Combine that with the gel and the pods would be as safe as giant tanks of fuel can be. Of course, such things wouldn't be cheap...
Elisaz looked around, smiling slightly. He could already feel excitement and tension coursing through his veins like back in the old days. He stuck low to the ground, crawling over to the furniture.
See if I can break any of the legs off of the furniture to use as tools.
You look for the tallest piece of furniture and select an end table perched on 5 metal legs. You quietly turn the end table over and examine how the legs are put on. Welded, but cheaply. [strength:2] You struggle to wrench one of the table legs free but fail to get it off.
Feyri exits her trance, and tries to learn something from all that time.
Afterwards, she proceeds to the Briefing room and gets that blue pill, which she left there earlier.
And then, goes off to the briefing room, to check on the status of those below, in the mission.
[Feyri General silliness roll:5] Your meditation has granted you the ability to always win at prize grabber machines.
You head to the briefing room and grab the pill you left there. You then spin in circles a bit before taking a look at the holoscreen. It shows a 404 error. Oh dear.
Scratching his chin, Bishop decided to try out two methods: Have the winders activate when the filament has been tugged to release a catch on the winders, or have a manual trigger on the weapon which would send a wireless signal to the winders, like a detonator.
Try both methods and see what works better. Try using an auto-release catch which triggers when the filament is pulled to a certain extent and activates the winders. If that doesn't work, install a wireless activator on the winches and a trigger for it on the weapon in a suitable place so you won't accidentally press it easily. Try to think about some fallback safeties that I could install for this nasty thing. Then give this thing a test run!
You fiddle with the winching mechanisms, installing a release mechanism to start the winch when the filament is tugged with sufficient force. You take shot with the new round. It works just fine, winding tightly. You fire again and this time the winches activate almost immediately after firing, triggered by the force of the halves separating. You fire a few more times. It seems hit and miss, random at best, if the winches work correctly. You fiddle with the force needed to activate them but the results remain unstable. The force it too variable.
You scrap the automatic trigger and install a radio controlled one, putting the activation and deactivation buttons on the top of the gun where they wouldn't accidentally be wacked while aiming or firing. Hmm what kind of safety features should it have...