((Well, I had to hope to see personal space, even though I did know about the whole 'Barracks'...))
Shift my bed to one of the upper ones, preferably any bed near 2 corners of walls, or near any port window.
Begin coding my Diary and ignoring everyone else. Unless it is important. Look busy.
You think about moving bunks and then realize that the bunks were chosen and claimed by other people, so attempting to take one might end in an argument or worse. You could do it but you'd probably tick off the person whose bunk it is.
>Input password.
"Fuck this"
Draw pistol, fire a ten second, slicing across the figures. Try and get the razor guy and the rifle guy especially.
Radio: "I said, HELP"
You quickly sling your rifle over your shoulder and raise your hand in a gun shape, the hand laser glove powering on as you do. [con wep roll: 6+1] You aim for chest height and sweep the beam across the crowd, stopping for a few seconds on the rifleman and the razor wielding man in particular. The beam leaves a molten red line where it slices across their suits. The rifle man, his suit venting pressure, crumbles as blood pours from the gaping gash carved in his chest. The Razor wielding man manages a few more steps with the contents of his abdomen spilling out and, with his last effort, hurls the razor at you. [Dex roll: 6] You hurl yourself out of the way, rolling awkwardly and finally coming to a rest on your back. The rest of the horde, the laser fire apparently not powerful enough to breach their suits, continues to charge. The first one is already on you.
[Ivan dex roll:6]
[Hostile man dex roll:1]
The man grabs at you misses as you hurl yourself away in a half roll, half leap. You land on your back a half dozen feet away, free but in no better of a position then you started.
Guessing that faith is the closest person to me, even though I dont know where she is. . . . . .
Move here and try to calm down. . . . . . using my crackers. Then look around for anything that looks familiar.
You scurry farther north, still staying as far from the very angry looking statue man and his temple as possible. After you think you've made it far enough and your vision begins to stabilize you sit down and pull out your crackers. You take one from the box and try to eat it, but end up just smashing it against your faceplate. You feel like you're gonna cry. After you compose yourself a bit you look around. To the north north west you can see Ivan and a group of people standing in a clearing. They don't seem to be doing much of anything but...two of them just fell down. Strange.
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