"Holy fucking shit. I need some help here!" Adrian puts out a general distress call, then shoots at the Cyborg, trying not to hit Ivan.
[Adrian dex roll:4]
You snap your rifle into firing position as the cyborg approaches, aiming for an instant before shooting.
[Con wep roll:4]
The invisible beam cuts across the Cyborg's upper shoulder, slicing deeply into the flesh. It's hard to tell, but you think they cyborg's upper left arm is crippled.
[Erik strength roll:2+3]
Erik, mid stride, draws his arm back and, as his feet hit the ground, hurls the body at you.
[Adrian dex roll:1]
[Adrian end roll:3]
The body slams into you, knocking you several feet back and onto the ground. You push the body up and off of you. Erik is standing above you, his arm already cocked.
[Adrian dex roll:1]
The punch comes down and stops, milometers from your faceplate.
[Erik Uncon wep roll:6+2]
The air distorts around his fist and your helmet screams in protest for only an instant before caving in and releasing the force of a rocketpowered steamroller straight onto your forehead. As your skull caves in you think "Well, at least I got to test the laser once." Dang.
(Adrian is Dead!)
Awaken from my peaceful sleep once more.
Then go out of the Barracks, bringing my 'Diary' along and head to the Mess Hall. Inquire about food served there.
You wake up for what seems like the 5th time in as many minutes and grab your datapad before heading to the mess hall. All the food in the mess hall is prepared and dispensed automatically, but there is a menu that also functions as a selection board. Today the board shows various kinds of meats labeled "Meat 1, meat 2, etc". Sides, drinks and desserts are similarly labeled. Helpful.
((If you hit Ivan, it is just poetic justice.
So a broken nose. Oh wow.))
Go to the mess hall once again. Sixth-sense is tingling.
"Steve, why do you do this, after all? Is your existence or intelligence bound to a hard-coded program?"
You head back to the mess hall, still fingering the bump on your nose, and take a seat at one of the tables. Feyri and Jim are both here. Oh my but thats lovely.
"Steve, why do you do this, after all? Is your existence or intelligence bound to a hard-coded program?"
>Oh, Mostly because it's fun but also because it fulfills a need.