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[Zako]

Dude! You passed up the rocket launcher! BLASPHEMY!!! *slap*

As for my character, I'm thinking either a dex based medic that uses uncon weapons, a techie that uses aux stuff (technican seems a bit useless actually since what are the odds of being able to hack alien computers, let alone understand what programming language they use.) or a merc that uses exotic weapons.

Opinions?

[Caellath]

Milno shrugs.

"I'll check if I am fine for another one then."

Nevermind.

((If you want a medic, unconventional weapons are mostly melee, and a medic going too deep into the fray is not always a good idea. As for aux, you can always try to hack Steve.))

[Tiruin]

((We need more people that can survive a hit or two. 

Most weapons [conventional anyways] need a lot of strength. Only two, or as I've counted, need dexterity. The others need Intelligence and Willpower respectively.

@Caellath: Heading off, sadly.))

Wait, no spar. Return to checking Diary, inconspicuously.

"Erm, wait. Maybe later, if you're wounded. If not...then, um, in a while."

Edit:

...you can always try to hack Steve.))

((The joy of hacking the mainframe  ))

[Spinal_Taper]

Am I gonna pop back up like Jim?

[Caellath]

Am I gonna pop back up like Jim?

((You are dead, no turning back. Adrian still has his head to be retrieved, but you can not be ressurrected.))

[Spinal_Taper]

Oh well. At least I actually hit the thing.

[Spinal_Taper]

Would creating another character be acceptable?

[piecewise]

Elisaz picks up the Gauss Gun and the Kiloton charge before jumping back up to No-Man's-Land.

You grab the gauss gun and the kiloton charge before jumping out of the trench and making your way toward the next trench. In the distance one of the massive shadows falls and the ground bucks beneath your feet. Something to the east of you breaks from a crowd and charges, a wall of bone and powerful antelope like legs, bounding toward you. [Dex roll:6-1] You wait till the last second and then dodge out of its way; the former human thunders by and digs its hooves into the bloodsoaked earth, turning to face you.

((We need more people that can survive a hit or two. 

Most weapons [conventional anyways] need a lot of strength. Only two, or as I've counted, need dexterity. The others need Intelligence and Willpower respectively.

@Caellath: Heading off, sadly.))

Wait, no spar. Return to checking Diary, inconspicuously.

"Erm, wait. Maybe later, if you're wounded. If not...then, um, in a while."

Edit:

...you can always try to hack Steve.))

((The joy of hacking the mainframe  ))

You return to writing (you can pretty much do that as a free action without posting to tell me to do it.)

Am I gonna pop back up like Jim?

No, sorry. Brain gone means no revival. Ya caught a bad break with that 1. But, since it's your first mission it's not like you're actually losing any tokens or equipment or anything, and you can create a new character and get right back in the game. Hopefully the RNG's bless the next one with better luck   

Would creating another character be acceptable?

Totally, go for it. You can even just make a copy of the current one if you really want that build. You can't return to the mission in progress, but you can volunteer for the next one when the time comes.

[IronyOwl]

Faith breathed another massive sigh of relief. Everything was okay. Everything was okay.

Of course, she still needed to get away from that headache.

Return to shuttle. Rest for a bit, ideally until head stops hurting.

"Can anyone hear me?" she asked wearily over the radio. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but maybe... Ivan, at least, she had last seen in the same place she had fallen prey to after a while. Maybe she could run in, grab him, and run back out? That was how he got there in the first place, after all...

[Spinal_Taper]

I'm gonna try a different build this time. I also think that if this guy dies too I'll just clone Adrian. Call him Adrian 2, make him literally a clone.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Thomas Harrison

Age: 25

Gender:Male

Appearance:Black hair, with one scar on his right cheek. He is obviously of Caucasian descent, but his skin is tanned by spending time out in the sun and heat.

Personal information: Thomas was born a mercenary, and he stayed a mercenary. His parents were bandits, but to him that didn't have the same appeal, so he set out and using the skills he gained, became a gun for hire. He was a sharpshooter back with his parents, so that's what he specialized in, but he thought that sharpshooter wasn't impressive enough, so he went with "Thomas Harrison, Sniper for Hire". While he had a rough enough start, eventually the contracts started rolling in, and he took all the jobs he could. Unfortunately, one of the said jobs was for the HMRC. They were so impressed, they arrested him explicitly to hire him again.

Reason assigned to HMRC: Murder, Being a Mercenary

Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 5

Skills:
Speech: 0

Intuition: 1

Handiwork: 0

Conventional Weapons: 2

Unconventional Weapons: 1

Exotic weapons: 1

Auxiliary systems: 0

Medical tech: 0

Profession:Mercenary (Conventional)

[TCM]

Gauss Rifle blast to the face, and if that is not sufficient, moar-face punchin'.

[piecewise]

Faith breathed another massive sigh of relief. Everything was okay. Everything was okay.

Of course, she still needed to get away from that headache.

Return to shuttle. Rest for a bit, ideally until head stops hurting.

"Can anyone hear me?" she asked wearily over the radio. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but maybe... Ivan, at least, she had last seen in the same place she had fallen prey to after a while. Maybe she could run in, grab him, and run back out? That was how he got there in the first place, after all...

(( So lets see here. Ivan is unconscious and has had his arms dislocated. Adrian's head is chunky salsa. Victor is pretty much just a left arm  and head laying in a field, Mason is staring at a wall and Faith is cowering in the ship. Good job team, good job.))

You scramble back to the shuttle and hide behind it, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as the pain in your head goes away.

"Can anyone hear me?" you ask over the radio.

I'm gonna try a different build this time. I also think that if this guy dies too I'll just clone Adrian. Call him Adrian 2, make him literally a clone.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Thomas Harrison

Age: 25

Gender:Male

Appearance:Black hair, with one scar on his right cheek. He is obviously of Caucasian descent, but his skin is tanned by spending time out in the sun and heat.

Personal information: Thomas was born a mercenary, and he stayed a mercenary. His parents were bandits, but to him that didn't have the same appeal, so he set out and using the skills he gained, became a gun for hire. He was a sharpshooter back with his parents, so that's what he specialized in, but he thought that sharpshooter wasn't impressive enough, so he went with "Thomas Harrison, Sniper for Hire". While he had a rough enough start, eventually the contracts started rolling in, and he took all the jobs he could. Unfortunately, one of the said jobs was for the HMRC. They were so impressed, they arrested him explicitly to hire him again.

Reason assigned to HMRC: Murder, Being a Mercenary

Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 5

Skills:
Speech: 0

Intuition: 2

Handiwork: 1

Conventional Weapons: 3

Unconventional Weapons: 1

Exotic weapons: 1

Auxiliary systems: 1

Medical tech: 0

Profession:Mercenary (Conventional)

Got it. Feel free to faff about the ship and wait for another chance to get yourself killed.

Gauss Rifle blast to the face, and if that is not sufficient, moar-face punchin'.

[Con wep roll:3-1+1] You line the gauss rifle up and fire stumbling back under the force of the massive recoil. A small section of the creature's massive, boney headdress explodes as the hypersonic round smashes through it, but the beast's only response is a guttural roar and charge. [Dex roll:6-1] You step to the side like a professional Matador and bring your fist down on the creature's spine as it charges by. [Uncon wep roll:4+1] Your fist connects and a sound like thunder rolls out from the blow as the creature's midsection is turned into a fine slurry, the massive horned head crashing to the ground and digging a short trench as the beast skids to a stop, flails weakly and dies.

(You're really owning it up on these rolls right now.)

[Spinal_Taper]

Thomas heads to the barracks, hopefully to the shooting range.

[piecewise]

Thomas heads to the barracks, hopefully to the shooting range.

There isn't a shooting range, at least not a real one. The VR machines in the Rec room are the closest equivalent.

[IronyOwl]

(( So lets see here. Ivan is unconscious and has had his arms dislocated. Adrian's head is chunky salsa. Victor is pretty much just a left arm  and head laying in a field, Mason is staring at a wall and Faith is cowering in the ship. Good job team, good job.))

((You forgot "and is being dragged into the jaws of madness by an insane Greek/Hindu god."

On the bright side, one of the two survivors has -1 in Willpower and no weapons or weapon skill!

Though to be fair, she could actually probably fix Ivan up pretty well if she had any way to reach him without going insane and being rendered into paste.))


Dash back to the clearings, glancing around frantically for Ivan (or anyone else). Watch out for headaches, and try not to stay too long.