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[Caellath]

((@GM: One of the voices should be Feyri's. That would get Jim disturbed.

Either that or he would discover he is the one crazy, since Feyri is too much in love with him to even consider shooting his back. Also, I would like to note something here, but I forgot. Maybe that the current team is probably losing half its members this mission.))

[IronyOwl]

((Still too early to predict casualties, I think. There's plenty of room for complete and pointless annihilation, relatively flawless victory, and just about everything in between.

That said, I'm leaning slightly away from flawless victory. ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I knew those fuckers were acting too apologetic. Wonder why they re-activated me, then... not to be more sporting if they're planning on shooting me in the back. Probably just more fun if I'm awake when they do it."

Grumbling to himself, Jim searched the Rec Room for anything that might be useful or relevant.

[Zako]

"Locks, maaaan... Why do they have to be so stubborn?"

Slice this sucker open!

[piecewise]

"I knew those fuckers were acting too apologetic. Wonder why they re-activated me, then... not to be more sporting if they're planning on shooting me in the back. Probably just more fun if I'm awake when they do it."

Grumbling to himself, Jim searched the Rec Room for anything that might be useful or relevant.

You look around for something of relevance, poking idly at computers,digging through pocket, checking under the seat cushions of the couch and generally ransacking the place. You find exactly one datapad, with a broken screen. 

"Locks, maaaan... Why do they have to be so stubborn?"

Slice this sucker open!

[Aux:2] You slice and dice and cut and gouge randomly with your torch, hacking a half dozen molten slits in the door but failing to open it.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Jim chucked the datapad into the corner. "Nothing of worth there," he reported to Feyri and Bishop as he went to Storage. He trusted Feyri, and Bishop... seemed all right, although he didn't know enough about him to make a call. Charro and Mesk, though... those two were clearly plotting against him. They had been from the start. Why else would Mesk ask Steve to leave him defenseless in a hostile zone?

[piecewise]

Jim chucked the datapad into the corner. "Nothing of worth there," he reported to Feyri and Bishop as he went to Storage. He trusted Feyri, and Bishop... seemed all right, although he didn't know enough about him to make a call. Charro and Mesk, though... those two were clearly plotting against him. They had been from the start. Why else would Mesk ask Steve to leave him defenseless in a hostile zone?

You leave the rec room and head over to the storage room, or at least the door. You watch as Bishop spazs out and hacks up the door randomly. Yeah, that seems to really be helping.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Allow me." Jim attempted to melt the door like he had done earlier, to allow passage.

[Zako]

"The colours man... Woooow... Look, I think I made a picture. Cool."

Bishop stands up and backs off to stand next to Jim.

"You find anything?"

[piecewise]

"Allow me." Jim attempted to melt the door like he had done earlier, to allow passage.

[Exotic:1+1+1]
You concentrate and manage to heat it red hot but it doesn't melt away.

[Remalle]

(I knew it!  I knew it all along!  I knew Jim was crazy!  They said I was mad, mad!  Who's mad now!)

Mesk took a long look at the supplies.  "Could probably use some of that to refill my kit... there might be records here, too."
Search the medical supplies for anything I can use before looking for medical records.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Pretty much nothing. The metal's about to melt, just give me another moment to concentrate." Jim continued to heat the metal. He almost had it, he knew it.

[piecewise]

(I knew it!  I knew it all along!  I knew Jim was crazy!  They said I was mad, mad!  Who's mad now!)

Mesk took a long look at the supplies.  "Could probably use some of that to refill my kit... there might be records here, too."
Search the medical supplies for anything I can use before looking for medical records.

You search around the room, finding enough supplies to restock your advanced kit as well as medical records. The records detail a disease which had been effecting many of the men at the base, mostly the scientists and men working on data from the experiments taking place. It apparently begins with delusions and hallucinations, followed by paranoia and feelings of persecution, and then uncontrollable violence. The Record seems incomplete, as though whoever was compiling it left it aside for later, to fill in as more symptoms appeared.

"Pretty much nothing. The metal's about to melt, just give me another moment to concentrate." Jim continued to heat the metal. He almost had it, he knew it.

[exotic:1+1+1]
You manage to keep it red hot but nothing else. As you concentrate on melting the door you swear you see Feyri reaching for her sabre behind you.

[Powder Miner]

Spoiler: sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Neil Slenom
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Neil is a tall man with messy jet black hair. His hands are calloused and he has a rather obsessive gleam in his amber eyes.
Personal information: Neil is absolutely obsessed with hand lasers. Most of his effort goes towards obtaining more, and he will rage if you try to take them. Most of the time though, he's sedate and lax, kind of just passing along in life. That is until either an opportunity for more hand lasers comes along, or someone takes his hand lasers.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Illegal possession of weapons, namely a room half-full of hand lasers. The Magister figured he shouldn't waste good kill, and plopped Neil in the HMRC.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills: Conventional Weapons 5
Profession: Mercenary (He's not one but he's good with hand lasers as he lived his life around them): +1 to conventional weapons and intuition, -1 to medical and handiwork.
Items: Two hand lasers and three extra hand laser batteries.

[Remalle]

Mesk's eyes widened at the mention of unstoppable violence.  He hurried back to the rest of the team, and pulled Feyri aside.
"Hey, uh, you know Jim best, right?  Does he seem... paranoid, or persecuted, to you?  Because I found this medical report.  It says the next symptom after paranoia is violence.  And, well... you know.  Just keep an eye out, ok, and be ready to have to shut him down again.  You can use the panel on his back for that, right?
"I'm going back to the medical wing for now, let me know if his, condition, worsens."
Return to the medical wing and take a copy of the medical records.  Open the far door a crack and send my scouteye through.