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Its dead jim...

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NO! IT LIVES!!!

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-below are new one options-

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Yes, exactly the same idea but with more action sooner!

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No, burn the heritic!

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yes, but new style (post below)

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Whats this thing again?

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Total Members Voted: 6

[BadLemonsXI]

Give Tom his launcher back.
"Sorry just wanted to send the purple suits a present"
Then shoot the explosives. If they haven't already gone off.

[flame99]

Oi! That's mine! Could I have it back?

"One second."
FIRE!
"YOU DOWN THERE! WITH THE UGLY-ASS FACE! FUCK YOU! YOU LOT KILLED ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP I DON'T HATE!"
Hand the launcher back to Eava.
"Fire quickly, they're dumb, but they're going to figure out what the two syllable words mean in that sentence soon enough. You should have a few minutes before that happens, though."


((We're gonna have waaay too much fun with that thing.))

[Aseaheru]

Yah, that first one went off.

[Aseaheru]

Fuck, time for another one?

Well, ones inbound today.

[Aseaheru]

Lean over and fire into the pit once the explosive goes off to mop up stragglers.

Noting what is going on down there Mason starts hosing down the area with his LMG, which while not hitting any of the live baddies procedes to keep the rest inside the training area.

Anyways, I'm feeling petty. Look through the contact numbers in the phone, and call one that looks to be a close or beloved family member, optimally wife/husband or mother/father.
"I've killed your [insert likely relation here]. I know who and where you are. I'm coming for you. Don't bother with locks, honey; I'm already inside."
Turn off the phone, load it into the launcher, and fire down at the purple suited person down the shaft.

Oi! That's mine! Could I have it back?

"One second."
FIRE!
"YOU DOWN THERE! WITH THE UGLY-ASS FACE! FUCK YOU! YOU LOT KILLED ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP I DON'T HATE!"
Hand the launcher back to Eava.
"Fire quickly, they're dumb, but they're going to figure out what the two syllable words mean in that sentence soon enough. You should have a few minutes before that happens, though."

Give Tom his launcher back.
"Sorry just wanted to send the purple suits a present"
Then shoot the explosives. If they haven't already gone off.

  Meanwhile, Jon decides to be nasty and call up someone on the phone, which seems to mostly have the contact numbers of verious whores on it. However, spotting one that reads 'Grandma' he calls it, spewing hatered into the ears of what is either a perticually kinky hooker or some old birdie.
  He then decides to shoot it at the training room and spew verbal abuse at them, which his suit happily runs accross his faceplate, since the atmosphere is getting thin for sound. He then gives it back to Eava, who then gives it back to Tom and procedes to empty her clip into the region, allowing Mason to reload.

  Oh, and Jon starts to note a pair of pulsating icons on his helmets HUD (Which powered up in the chaos). One seems to be from the hauller's command area, the second is a medical notification drawing attention to Tom's leg, and the fact that his sut says its broke.

Spoiler:  Thomas Flynn,Engie(GentlemanRaptor) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-511, three clips (8/10, 10/10, 10/10)
E-31
Purple Carbine (34/40)(Unusable)
Training chip
Wound, right leg (painkillers applied, area sealed, broken bone detected)
76/90 lb

Spoiler:  Eava Lee, Grunt(BadlemonsXI) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-512, four clips (0/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
A-513
E-971
Training chip
97/100 lb

Spoiler:  Jonathan Pendle, Medic(Flameboy99) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-512, Four clips (24/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
Porno mag
Cellphone
Training chip
73/80 lb

Spoiler:  Mason Caldwell, Gunner(Beirus) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
"Heavy" A-512, one belt (100/100)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
Training chip
Purple carbine (34/40)(UNUSABLE)
100/100 lb
Load limit!

[flame99]

"Dammit. Tom, can you fight, at least for the moment?"

[GentlemanRaptor]

Lookit, I just got my railgun back!

If possible, grab explosives, load railgun, and fire on closest target.

[flame99]

"Taking that as a yes."
Click(?) on the command area icon, and assuming nothing super important or distracting comes up, begin firing from above.

[Beirus]

Try to shoot them with a bit more accuracy this time if the purple suits come out of the training area.

[BadLemonsXI]

(Wait are there even any purple suits left alive in the hall it hasn't said they are dead but no one has shot back at us.)

[Beirus]

(Wait are there even any purple suits left alive in the hall I hasn't said they are dead but no one has shot back at us.)

((They are suppressed inside the training room that the hallway leads to for now.))

[Aseaheru]

Leemons, we are waiting on your sour action.

[BadLemonsXI]

Reload and take aim at the training room entrance. Kill any purple suits. (So basically waiting for orders)

[Aseaheru]

"Dammit. Tom, can you fight, at least for the moment?"

Lookit, I just got my railgun back!
If possible, grab explosives, load railgun, and fire on closest target.

"Taking that as a yes."
Click(?) on the command area icon, and assuming nothing super important or distracting comes up, begin firing from above.

  Pendle inquires as to how Tom is doing, to be met by a wave of drug-induced euphoria. Pendle then decides to check the other thing that is pulsing in his HUD, and is greeted by a message from on high.

Spoiler: Contents of message (click to show/hide)

   "Corporal Pendle, is it? Well, atleast Im not dealing with a Private. Anyways, as you may be aware, the cycler you are aboard is reported to be under assault by an unknown force. We bu=ileve this force is infact the private army of a raval corporation, one who wishes to steal our secreats. This must not happen. You are hearby ordered to regain control of the cycler or to manualy detach the cargo pods now being marked on your HUD. Failure to do either will result in the destruction of the vessel, and on any family you and your little squad may have being forced to pay off the debt thus incurred, as outlined on page 3251, section 6, subclause B in your contract."
  "However, we will send a small force to assist, they should be at your position in six hours."
  "Oh, and any damage you cause will be taken out of your pay."


Well, thats corporate for you.

Try to shoot them with a bit more accuracy this time if the purple suits come out of the training area.

Reload and take aim at the training room entrance. Kill any purple suits. (So basically waiting for orders)

  While this happenes Mason and Eava decide to keep the bastards in the room, still laying down surpressive fire, joined by the remaining explocive pack the Eava snagged.
  Tom, finishing his rearming process, comes accross a pair of interesting crates in the bottom of the munition storage bin.

  Meanwhile, far below in the cargo bay...

 
  "Fucking hell, you idiots havent cleared that fucking ship yet? What do you mean you are under fire? From who? Everyone should have been training."
  "Your missing men? How on Eris did you manage that? Fuckkit, Im sending in Bill. He'll deal with whatever you panzies cant deal with."

  Back up in the room..

(Eava perseption (smarts+1d6)= 1+2=Pass)
  Eava, takeing a break from firing or reloading starts to notice large quanities of shuddering in the pile of debris, which starts to fall twards the "upper" end of the hall at a rather good clip. Eava (agility+smart+luck+GMshanangans+1D6=narrow pass) reacts quickly and shoots the brick of explocive she allready chucked down, causing it to explode and force the debris to go the other way. However, the shockwave has caused herself and Mason to be pushed against the cieling, where they can clearly see the rather angry purple tank-person-thing with BILL inscribed on it.

Cue boss-thing fight
Gravities gone, agility and smarts are your friend.
Orders got!

Spoiler: ORDERS (click to show/hide)

Recapture cycler, or ditch certan pods. Theres a lot of pods tho...

Spoiler:  Thomas Flynn,Engie(GentlemanRaptor) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-511, three clips (8/10, 10/10, 10/10)
E-31
Purple Carbine (34/40)(Unusable)
5 E-971's (10lb)
Training chip
Wound, right leg (painkillers wearing off, area sealed, broken bone detected)
86/90 lb

Spoiler:  Eava Lee, Grunt(BadlemonsXI) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-512, four clips (27/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
A-513
E-971
Training chip
98/100 lb

Spoiler:  Jonathan Pendle, Medic(Flameboy99) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
A-512, Four clips (24/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
Porno mag
Cellphone
Training chip
73/80 lb

Spoiler:  Mason Caldwell, Gunner(Beirus) (click to show/hide)

B-9734
"Heavy" A-512, one belt (100/100)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
Training chip
Purple carbine (34/40)(UNUSABLE)
100/100 lb
Load limit!

No, I cant spell yet. But hey, its better than it was. but now Im dealing with this pos of a keyboard...

[GentlemanRaptor]

Drop the carbine and fire an armed explosive out of the railgun.

Let's get some fire on this asshole, c'mon!