((Oh. Well then. No decision making needed.))
Oh.....my memory. I won't even know what I lost. Price to pay for being alive...I guess.
Milno must have my weapons. It was nice of him to disable me in such a clean fashion.
Travis sends Milno a message via wristpad: Hey...Travis here. Sorry for uh, flipping out. Assassin messing with your brain can do that to yah. Heh. Anyway, could I have my weapon back? You can just hand it to me in the briefing room. Thanks.
"I guess I'll volunteer for the next mission"
Travis starts to head to the Armory
Oh wait. My face...right. Do I even want to know?....
Travis finds a mirror, and examines his reflection. He then heads to the armory, requests an MKII suit for the mission and heads to the briefing room. He collects his Crystalline Projector
You walk to the barracks and look at your refection. They appear to have replaced your face with something similar to Jim's emoticon mask thing. Weird. You buy a MK II and head to the briefing room. Milno gives you back your weapon.
((The...scope? ))
"What are the differences between each? Transparency and weight, including possibility to wield along with a weapon?"
Ask, then see if my proposed Modded Gauss Rifle has been approved. And if it was possible to paint it - including my Tesla Sabre.
"Metal is more protective but heavier and not see through. You could use both of them with a weapon though."
Is that scope the computer assisted one or just a normal scope?
"We-ell... How about the one most likely to work? I'm guessing that would be the detachable-brim idea, but I think I'll leave it up to you."
Charro inwardly braces himself for the Armoury Master's no-doubt-harsh assessment of his designs, adding, "Personally I think the hat-launcher was rather handy, but then I don't have anything to launch, so that one's out."
>Say the above, then engage Milno/anyone else waiting at the counter in light conversation whilst waiting.
>Be sure to use simple words they'll understand.
((And I don't want to hold this up too long, so in-case I'm not around to post:))
>Oh, and if it all goes smoothly and the hat is completed, I should probably hurry over to the briefing. Thank the AM first, of course.
Is the detachable brim one the throwing weapon one?
"Well, shit. If only my spine was in the spine-place, I could, do, medical stuff, to make her feel better. 'Scuse me, doctor, other doctor, I need a favour, please, just one robot arm... and some lysergic acid diethylamide for the patient?
"...fine, you all just attend to your stupid bets. I'll make this girl better with just my voice, you'll see! Uh... look, I'm sorry about what happened to your parents, but if it makes you feel any better, the, cremation, is free of charge!"
Ah, progress! Now her eyes are filled with intense hate as opposed to dull nothingness. Thats good, right?
Damnation!
Note to self: If I survive the mission, find a better way to do this, or at least some kind of armor I could use while doing it so I don't have to worry... Unless I only need to do it for the prototype... that'd be nice.
Recollect my wits, attempt to pour the stuff again, but instead of trying to pour from one hand to another, set the beaker/funnel on the floor, kneel on the floor myself, and pour using both hands so the container can't slip from them again.
[handi:1]
You don't drop the bottle this time. Nope. You just pour half the contents out on the floor. You freeze as the yellowish green liquid puddles on the ground. You hold your breath and wait for the inevitable explosion and horrible burning death. Nothing happens. Guess it's not hypergolic with the floor...
"What about pregnancies? Though I doubt it really applies much here, what with the bodies being torn to little pieces. And uhh, what exactly happened last mission? Can you give me a video?"
>Don't worry, stasis pods cause sterility. Or was it cancer? I'm not entirely sure, but either way, no long term problems there. Besides, your girlfriend there is about as anatomically capable of pregnancy as I am of love or compassion. And I'd rather destroy evidence of that mission then spread it, frankly. ((I think there's still a spot in the mission? If so))
Save the sim, log out, volunteer, go to the briefing room.
Hmmm problematic. Orb took the last spot, but you've never been on a mission and you're pretty active which is always a plus. Ah whatever, you can tagalong anyways. We'll need a cameraman.
(( Dang, I want to have a bet on this fight! Steve, where are you when your snarky comments on the current events are so badly needed?
Oh, and by the way, was this
Congratulations. You failed. You all get minimum pay and do not get a mission added to your total. You can still level up though. You are now back on the ship. Check the other thread.
a short version of the debriefing we implicitly had, or was that whole business skipped because there wasn't much else to say in the first place? Asking because it seemed a good time for my character to learn the team members' 'kill counts' and some specific circumstances of those kills. ))
(There's no real debrief when you fail, beyond being told you failed. though you could ask for specific info. I think the top three murders were Jim, Ivan and Mesk. Team killing award goes to Milno for hacking up two crazed squadies though. )
>ATTENTION ALL CREW MEMBERS: Thrak and Lukas are fighting to the death. Place your bets. Level up:
Stats: Charisma: +2
Intelligence: +1
Willpower: +2
Skills:Exotic weapons: +2
Intuition: +1
((How many tokens does Renen have?))
5 tokens.
Examine robot body, see if the level of pain will permit me to get up.
((Also, can I see Mesk and that poor girl from here?))
(you can)
Your body looks a lot like Jim's used to before he got his synth-arms: Black cord-like muscles over silvery metal bones.
You sit up in bed and turn, dangling your feet over the edge.
((@GM: After the briefing, will you give us some time to sort our things out? I need to remember checking the MkIII suit in the VR.))
Milno scratches the back of his head after failing in finding a proper wish (refer to last post). Maybe finding that killer and finally capturing him.
"Oh yeah, one of the murderers of my team violently killed a small girl's parents in front of her and then brought the kid here. Can't any of the ship's staff take care of the girl? She'll need a lot of therapy."
Do and ask the above, move to the briefing room if the briefing starts or just watch it through the wristpad.
He completely ignores Charro's monologue and stares at the message from Travis, smirking before sending a message back.
"Sure I'll return your weapon, just remember that the next time you decide to stay away from the team and leave specific instructions about killing you if you approach, I'll gladly follow them."
You'll have some time, yeah.
The armory master raises an eyebrow. "Where is she?"
"May the best bro win!"
Bob, weave, and charge while waving the cleaver about. When in range, slice and dice.
Lukas releases a swarm of drones and raises his arm while Thrak does the same.
[Lukas con:bullseye:5]
[Drone con:6]
[Thrak con:4-1]
Thrak's rocket slug clips of Lukas' shoulder as both Lukas and his drones open up. A spray of hypersonic rounds slam into Thrak's chest and lasers crisscross his body, cutting a glowing lattice of random gashes across him. Thrak collapses backwards, knocked to the ground by the force of the Gatling gun, his chest armor badly torn, revealing the machinery beneath.
Lukas picks up his semi-auto rifle and aims for Thrak's head. "I am truly sorry about this." Lukas opens fire.
[Drone con:3]
[thrak dex:4+1]
[Lukas dex:3-2]
[thrak str:6+1]
[lukas end:5+2]
Lukas bends to get his rifle as Thrak leaps to his feet and charges, flickering in a serpentine path toward the metal giant, ignoring the lasers digging shallow gashes in his armor as he speeds forward. He reaches Lukas before he can reach his weapon and unleashes a flurry of seemingly random blows, the blade's onslaught raising a shower of sparks as it carves deep but over all harmless wounds all over Lukas' heavy armor.
((5 stat points and 3 skill points, right?))
STR +2
DEX +3
Conventional weapons: +3'
Visit the doctor.
You head to the infirmary but the doctor is nowhere to be seen.
Wake up from hibernation, late and confused.
You look around. Have you really been standing here, mouth agape, this whole time?