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[Spinal_Taper]

"HA HA HA! I am an avatar of war itself! How can one like you dare to fight me?" Create a gravity field within its stomach, pulling it's comrades into it, and compressing it.

OOC: Does my avatar have any advanced movement abilities, like flying or jump jets or something?

[Remalle]

(I was going to wait for the next mission to join the game, but I guess now is as good a time as any.  Also I vote for the shipside activity to be moved to a different thread.)

With a slight jolt, Mesk Vraite awakens from stasis.
As usual he takes a while to regain full possession of his thoughts.  A glance at the nearest chronometer confirms he's been asleep for a few weeks longer than he should have been.
"...probably some bureaucrat's idea of a joke..."
He heads along the vaguely familiar corridors of Paracelsus' Sword, following the general flow of people.  He'd never actually seen the interior of the ship, having been in stasis when they brought him aboard, but he might have seen pictures or schematics at some point, online.  Eventually he ended up at the cafeteria.
"I'm hungry.  Strange, I wasn't just a few minutes ago... but I suppose that was months, or years ago, objectively.  With any luck the food here isn't crap, which almost certainly means the food here is crap."
Awkwardly, Mesk speaks, almost more to the air than to the man ordering in front of him.  "So, you look like you know what's going on.  Mind getting a newb up to speed?"
Get behind Charro in line for the cafeteria.  After checking the menu, order "Meat 1" and head for a table.

[Zako]

For my character, hopefully this will be cool, since I cannot resist the call of those awesome conventional weapons. Cutting lazers ftw! Also, I am willing to explore the viability of technicans, and see what shenanigans I can get up to. Steve better watch out...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Bishop Willis
Age: 24
Gender: male
Appearance: Bishop has a somewhat gaunt face, pale skin with the odd scar here and there, dark grey hair from some kind of technical accident and oddly coloured eyes, one blue and the other hazel.
Personal information: Bishop is a genius, technically, when it comes to machines and how they work but is otherwise quite average except for having worked for the army once as a professional hacker. He is capable of doing amazing things with a simple datapad and a small set of tools, from rigging up a interface for a broken door to hacking into a mainframe. Unfortunately for Bishop, he fell into the wrong crowd and got sold out after he hacked into the security system for a highly secured installation for a 'unpleasant group of people' as bishop likes to refer to them. Rumors say that he's even created a rogue AI once or twice but noone has found any evidence to this yet.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Terrorism, Danger to National Security, Illegal use of Military software and hardware.
Stats:
strength - 5
dexterity - 3
endurance - 3
charisma - 0
intelligence -  5
willpower - 4
Skills:
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 2
Conventional Weapons: 1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Profession: Technican

[piecewise]

"HA HA HA! I am an avatar of war itself! How can one like you dare to fight me?" Create a gravity field within its stomach, pulling it's comrades into it, and compressing it.

OOC: Does my avatar have any advanced movement abilities, like flying or jump jets or something?

Point 1. Ya don't have the willpower to use that amp. Needs 12.
Point 2: Avatar of war can be equipped with jump or flight rockets (though it's never gonna be a fast flyer, too heavy, too big) but yours isn't. Then again, it has a 30 meter vertical leap so...does it need them?

(I was going to wait for the next mission to join the game, but I guess now is as good a time as any.  Also I vote for the shipside activity to be moved to a different thread.)

With a slight jolt, Mesk Vraite awakens from stasis.
As usual he takes a while to regain full possession of his thoughts.  A glance at the nearest chronometer confirms he's been asleep for a few weeks longer than he should have been.
"...probably some bureaucrat's idea of a joke..."
He heads along the vaguely familiar corridors of Paracelsus' Sword, following the general flow of people.  He'd never actually seen the interior of the ship, having been in stasis when they brought him aboard, but he might have seen pictures or schematics at some point, online.  Eventually he ended up at the cafeteria.
"I'm hungry.  Strange, I wasn't just a few minutes ago... but I suppose that was months, or years ago, objectively.  With any luck the food here isn't crap, which almost certainly means the food here is crap."
Awkwardly, Mesk speaks, almost more to the air than to the man ordering in front of him.  "So, you look like you know what's going on.  Mind getting a newb up to speed?"
Get behind Charro in line for the cafeteria.  After checking the menu, order "Meat 1" and head for a table.

You wander to the mess hall, following the convenient signs painted on the corridor walls, and take up a spot behind another man. This other man stares at the menu for several slack jawed minutes before you decide to scoot by him and select "Meat 1" on the menu. The food system deposits a steak shaped slab of dark, slightly green meat on your tray. Eyebrow slightly cocked you walk to a table and sit down.

For my character, hopefully this will be cool, since I cannot resist the call of those awesome conventional weapons. Cutting lazers ftw! Also, I am willing to explore the viability of technicans, and see what shenanigans I can get up to. Steve better watch out...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Bishop Willis
Age: 24
Gender: male
Appearance: Bishop has a somewhat gaunt face, pale skin with the odd scar here and there, dark grey hair from some kind of technical accident and oddly coloured eyes, one blue and the other hazel.
Personal information: Bishop is a genius, technically, when it comes to machines and how they work but is otherwise quite average except for having worked for the army once as a professional hacker. He is capable of doing amazing things with a simple datapad and a small set of tools, from rigging up a interface for a broken door to hacking into a mainframe. Unfortunately for Bishop, he fell into the wrong crowd and got sold out after he hacked into the security system for a highly secured installation for a 'unpleasant group of people' as bishop likes to refer to them. Rumors say that he's even created a rogue AI once or twice but noone has found any evidence to this yet.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Terrorism, Danger to National Security, Illegal use of Military software and hardware.
Stats:
strength - 5
dexterity - 3
endurance - 3
charisma - 0
intelligence -  5
willpower - 4
Skills:
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 2
Conventional Weapons: 1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Profession: Technican

Got it.

[Spinal_Taper]

"That didn't work! However, you will be filled with naught but terror after this!"

Thomas leaps 30 feet into the air, stabs the colossus in the head with his Tesla sword, then he fires the coil gun directly into it's head.

[TCM]

Shoot it in the face, then follow-up with Kinetic backhand.

[Yoink]

Charro wasn't really in the mood for chit-chat. He had a decision to make here. This was important. Finally, he made up his mind and stepped fowards, holding out his tray and jabbing a finger at each of the dessert buttons to see what happens. Then, he will press each of the buttons again and carry the resultant delicious mixture/disgusting mess over to the table with the man who just spoke to him.

"Er, sorry about that. I just... Woke up. Well, I still am waking up, really. I don't really know what's going on either, if that's what you're asking. Just that we're in the famed Hazardous Materials Requisition Corps, get to wear these daggy jumpsuits, eat food that appears to be pooped out of a machine, and that apparently we have a life expectancy measured in minutes, once a mission starts at least."
He shrugs and picks up a spoon. "I'm Charro, anyway."
>Get stuck in. Hopefully at least the food here is good.

[Nikitian]

After awakening, Nikitian felt his head ringing and his sight swaying; however, in a couple of minutes the ache died away - well, mostly. As his mind cleared, he nearly jumped at the spot - he was deemed worthy! It felt like his birthday, his entering the service and the day his family finally accepted him combined together!
He thought that it might be the happiest day of his life - especially so since he was probably not going to live another month (of subjective time).
Well. It didn't matter. To die for the sake of the Magisters and the People of ... o-oh ... was an honour itself, much bigger than a lifetime (of normal life expectancy) of an ordinary military career.
Still, the head was a bit... unstable. Hopefully it will be okay by the time his next assignment - a mission of HMR Corps! - come.


Ah - Steve, if I recall it correctly?
Oh, and by the way, where did I learn that name?.. Well, not that it matters much.
Steve, I must say I am honoured to be chosen - to be allowed to enter the Corps. These valiant men and women, who chose to devote the rest of their lives to the protection of humanity, their noble sacrifice... I am both humbled and exalted by the fact the Magisters - Long live the Magisters! - deemed me worthy and entrusted me, among others, with this great resonsibility of recovering hazardous materials - vital to our victory against the innumerous aliens, mutants and just abominations intent on total genocide or subjugation and eternal enslavement of the human race. But it is also a reward in itself, and I thank you and, through you, the Magisters for this honour, and I shall not fail you. I shall not fail the Magisters.
Now, Steve, where can I find everybody so that I can properly greet them?

Oh, and also - it seems my memory is still dizzy after awakening - Steve, could you remind me the name of our beloved (for it truly cares) State? It feels shameful and hollow not to be able to recall it.

[Zako]

((Guess I can do some RP actions I suppose. Hope you don't mind?))

Bishop's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light overhead. He rose out of the pod, feeling that familiar ache and drowsiness after effects of stasis. It seemed that they had arrived at their location, and he was free to roam once again. Free... Riiiiight. As he got to his feet and started to walk off the stasis, he heard some idiot raving about how great it was to be 'selected' to 'serve' in this joint. As Bishop walked past, his hand slapped the back of the idiot's head as he went past.

"Your an idiot. You weren't chosen to protect humanity, the magisters sent you here to die for their profit. There is nothing noble about it, its a death sentence and noone has the common courtesy to say so to your face. If you want to do all that you were raving about, you might as well have been in the army or some shit, and STILL have died worthlessly and without mention. So don't praise the people who just sent you out here to die in a most likely horrible fashion for their benefit."

Bishop shook his head as he walked onwards, following the signs to the cafeteria while stretching out his muscles and doing the odd simple coding problem in his mind to get things back up to the speed where they should be.

He had a feeling that it was going to be a long cycle...

Slap that raving idiot upside the back of the head then head to the cafeteria and check out who else is here, and what's for lunch.

[Nikitian]

((oh, RPing right from the start    ))

Oh, finally a living person here.
Ahoy! ... Comrade, I should probably say?.. Well, unlike you, who, I guess, were given the privilege of choosing (to die the simple or the hard way), I volunteered - and, as you see, was chosen.
Now, I've been in the army - it's where I got this nice haircut. Still, as you see, they kept me fairly intact (despite doing their best to do the opposite, I made it sure) - healthy, able-bodied, no prosthetics of any kind. More than that, serving the army was not nearly as intense and important as this assignment is going to be. So I transferred here to benefit the Magisters and the People most - and, as it might be, make the difference (of what I could not even dream back in the army).
Oh, and one more thing: it's no simple death sentence - the executions these days are pretty fast and not quite painful as they used to be. This, however... By serving on this assignment you agree to be subjected to the worst possible nightmares this Universe has in its sleeve. It might be lifelong (centuries of subjective time!) agony, or total mental destruction, or mutation - grrr! - oh, and you might still live. Just a little more time. Not that being able to live guarantees that you'd be able to enjoy this life - quite on the contrary.
But you still decided to play along - otherwise you'd probably not be here, or would attempt a suicide as soon as you got control over your body. See that wall? You could've bashed your head at it till you crack open the skull or just waited until you bleed out, as well as a dozen other ways of accomplishing the task. But, as it seems, you chose to live - well, for now.
From your attitude it's easy to deduce that you're quite intelligent and rational person, so do you really want me to believe that you believe in surviving through it? Nah, I don't think so. To live as long as possible? Well, that might be closer to the truth. But still, I do believe that you - perhaps unconsciously - undestand how important the task HMR Corps are up to - and that is what, along other things, make you stay alive right now and give no try to escape the inevitably most gruesome end which lies ahead of us on this path - to escape by dying the way you choose, I mean.
And that's why I admire you all, my comrades - you've chosen perhaps the hardest way possible so that (at least, as a part of your reasoning) you could serve the humanity in its darkest hour.

Never mind the slap(s) and follow the comrade to the cafeteria, to seek other comrades.

[Caellath]

Milno goes once more to examine the "maintenance" doors. He also giggles while passing through the door where the recently-awaken men are sharing a moment of sexual tension.

He turns towards Feyri:
"I am busy at the moment, go eat something, take a nap or lick Jim's face."

[Tiruin]

Milno goes once more to examine the "maintenance" doors. He also giggles while passing through the door where the recently-awaken men are sharing a moment of sexual tension.

"...And done!

"Alright Milno, ready for a spar now?"

Feyri turned around and stood up from her seat in the Mess Hall. He wasn't there.

Find Milno.

You look around, he's not in the mess hall anymore. You head out into the ship and after searching for a while find him in the docking bay, putting on a very high tech looking suit.
"Ready to spar, if ya want."

 

[Zako]

((Oh this will be FUN!  ))

As Bishop slouched along the corridor, he kept hearing an annoying buzzing sound that, as he focused on it, formed into words. Taking a glance behind him, he moaned mentally as he saw that the raving moron was following him. He was tempted to just bash his brains out on the wall right there and then, but after feeling the slight pressure along his spine which wasn't there before he had been 'enlisted' in this death row program told him that he probably shouldn't. Waiting until the madman was done speaking, he then curtly replied in a bored, slightly monotone voice;

"I never had a choice in the matter, just like almost everyone here. We were forced into this shit unwillingly, and you proudly saying that you joined willingly tempts me to kill you right here and now. But I won't, luckly for you, and I'll tell you why I'm still alive as well.

First, I don't want to die right now. That is simple enough to be its own reason. Second, even if I wanted to bash my brains out on that wall right next to you, I couldn't simply because I would be shocked into submission, which is also why I won't kill you either. Feel along your spine, you should feel small lumps along it. Those are implants that I suspect are for the express purpose of prisoner control. You don't behave, you feel electricity igniting your nervous system.

Furthermore, I would rather be shot than serve this death sentance, because that would at least have some dignity in it. I don't want to serve anyone, because that would mean I'm a slave which I will NOT be. This, this whole program and probably even the government, is a mockery of free will, and you just can't see it, you poor bastard. Still, since I have to work with idiots like you in the future, let me give you some advice so you won't have your neck snapped 'accidently' in a sparing match.

Don't say you joined willingly. Not unless you enjoy pain, and if you do, then whatever floats your jet bike man. Not like I give a shit what you enjoy..."

[Nikitian]

Now this starts to be interesting.
Okay, comrade, I got your point. Now that I do understand and respect - the right of exercising free will. Then, I shall repeat that I joined here out of my free will. You may think of (as well as openly call) me as an idiot or a madman - certainly, most of my superiors back in the army thought that way.
But it's neither actually - it's that my duty called me, it's that for the People to be able to exercise their free will as much as they want someone has to protect them from those abominable aliens - believe me, abominable they are.
That way I joined the army, 'giving up' my free will (actually, just agreeing to follow the orders out of it - willing (and thoughtful) submission, have you heard of it? *grins*) for the sake of the People.
That way I joined the HMR Corps when I understood that the Corps could utilize me to better extent - and thus I would benefit the People more - than the army. After all, here we protect not only the civillians - we also protect the military part of the People by bearing the brunt of hazards of the materials we recover.
You may not think that way, but just by being here and following the Steve's instructions you give the People the opportunity to exercise their free wills - safely away from the threat of being destroyed or dominated be the xenos. So I do find this assignment an honour in itself, even if it doesn't seem that way at the first glance.

However, I feel I should apologize to you for 'attacking' you with all of this stuff this early. Perhaps one day you could see it from my point of view - and then we will proceed with this dialog. As of now, however, feel free to ignore it as much as you like it - just believe I didn't want to angry or confuse you, comrade.

Oh, and one more thing: being a slave is all about the state of mind, not about being property or something. And willingly and thoughtfully serving is no act of becoming a slave, it's that hopelessly giving up and not caring is. And no friggin' device, however painful, can make you give up - it's that you choose to give up because you choose it's too much to bear.
(In no way does this apply to things that directly change your brain/personality; however, in the end, it's not you - it's someone else they created out of you, so the aforementioned still applies)

Smile to cheer up the comrade and continue following him to cafeteria/looking for other comrades.

[Remalle]

Mesk nods at Charro and his slop.  "So, you're as fresh as me, huh?  What are your plans then?  Me, I'm hoping to get my ten missions over with as soon as possible, it can't be as bad as they say, right?  I figure they tell people it's horrible so less people volunteer for the missions, so they have to stick around longer.  Anyway, what are you in for?"
Look around the cafeteria.  Taste "meat 1".  Gag.  Eat it anyway.