Team D
"Mmh, yes." Jobasio thoughtfully eyed the doors ahead. "Looks like quite a killing field. Who knows whether the killers are still lying in wait on the other side, but it is always best to be safe."
He hefted his rifle and glanced about the surroundings, stepping smartly to one side.
>Find cover in the hall (or if there is none simply crouch to one side), aim gauss rifle at the doors to the Food Production area.
"Sounds like the start of a plan, so ok then. I'll go get the others and see if I can reseal the doors to oxygen production so noone messes anything up in there when we leave it alone."
Head back to oxygen production and direct everyone to Faith. Make sure everyone leaves then shut the doors and see if I can seal them off somehow, possibly by sabotaging the opening computer/mechanism.
Team B - Lukas - Oxygen production
Lukas makes his way to Food production after Bishop returns to seal the doors to Oxygen production. He stares at the bodies scattered at the base of the door for a moment before turning to Faith. "You want me to go in first? I can take a punch better than you do."
If Faith gives permission, enter the food production area (avoid stepping on bodies and take cover the best I can), while saying "Hello, anyone there? We come in peace, but I will return fire if necessary." Activate laser droids if someone attacks.
"Sounds good," Faith responded to the robot man. "And thanks."
Okay robot man's plan, start inspecting bodies if there's no reply when he walks in.
Bishop heads back to Oxygen production and shoves Sambo out of the room and Toward Faith before using the control panel to shut the doors. They don't close very well thanks to Lukas' abuse, but they close enough that it would be very hard to squeeze through. He shrugs and smashes the panel with the butt of his rifle.
Meanwhile, back at farming and food production, Jack covers Lukas and Faith as the pair move up and check on the room. Lukas continues in while faith stops to check the bodies near the door. The room is massive, far larger then anything they've seen in this place before, dwarfing even the hanger. Artificial sunlamps shine blindingly overhead, baking the ashy, barren soil that makes up the farming areas. Irrigation ditches crisscross the fire scorched land, a shallow layer of fetid brown fluid where water should be running. Automated farming equipment, blackened, lay quiet, scattered across the field. Near the door itself is what looks like the remains of some sort of desk or distribution center, smashed to pieces. High overhead, amongst the sunlamps and arching supports that keep the roof from collapsing in are hovering black shapes, silent beings dangling from shadowy thread, limp human shapes only vaguely recognizable in the glare of the lights. There are dozens of them.
Far to the south are several large buildings and ruins of buildings, some scorched and crumbling, others intact.
Faith examines the bodies near the door. Their wounds are many, and varied; stabbing, bludgeoning, strangling, bruising on necks and faces, Fingers broken and arms slashed as they tried to protect themselves. Some have horribly dislocated joints, limbs almost torn off.
Team C
Wait for team to catch up, then enter Trading Storage. Examine room and scan with thermal vision once entered.
'Okay, let's keep moving, halfway through this level already.'
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Door to Trading Storage
"You know, I actually did not expect an open door. Fancy that."
Once the team gets to the door, follow behind Miyamoto inside the trading storage. Makes sure to watch out for any potential traps or living people.
"Any time now, any moment, we're going to run across some kind of alien abomination and his army of mind controlled miners with heavy-duty lasers. I feel it in me wee pinky toe. That, or another empty room."
"Hey, I just got an idea. If we meet any other survivors, you can open your faceplates for the duration of the negotiations. I'm sure that seeing a face is much more pleasant than seeing a boring helmet."
"Yeah, let's have miyamoto様 keep his on shall we, there's a reason he's also called chompers"
Follow behind Miyamoto, Look out for important...stuff (people, weapons, valuables, traps, oh my!)
Name:Flint/Bloody Miner - Team C - Water production
"I sense a great disturbance in the fourth wall. As if a million bricks screamed and then vanished in an instant."
Follow the team but keep my distance. See how quietly I can move.
"Hey, I just got an idea. If we meet any other survivors, you can open your faceplates for the duration of the negotiations. I'm sure that seeing a face is much more pleasant than seeing a boring helmet."
(@flint: Moving quietly is a dex roll. With a 5 you can move pretty dang silently, though that suit isn't helping you)
The Team moves into Trading storage, another room very much like the Temporary storage above, except this one has been raided far more thoroughly. Cargo containers and empty packaging has been piled in the corners or stacked in uneven mounds around the room, walking among them is like walking through a series of enormous anthills. There doesn't look to be a single unopened canister or so much as a scrap of edible material around. Some things have been left behind, machine parts for the most part, and other odds and ends. Nothing of value by the look of it.
Team B
((@GM: Wasn't any space left open for spewing the gas out?))
[Team B Leader=Milno=Entertainment District]
"Next person to try diplomacy will be Kyle. We should keep a rotation so we may discover which one is best for this situation. I'm sure he'll do better than in his last mission."
Keep on waiting. And waiting.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
(If you read back I believe she said she had to remove that stuff to coat it in armor.)
You tap your fingers on the barrel of your rifle.
Team A
Over PA: We haven't been given any specific targets for extraction, just any civilians we can find.
Continue diplomacy.
"Well good. Wouldn't find'em anyways." He grins in a strange way, "At least not all of them."
He walks away, heading down the street and shouting for others to come out. Almost immediately a scattered line of pale and obviously starved survivors begins staggering out onto the street and walking toward the team. Some are armed, most aren't, but none seem aggressive. Most seem barely able to stay on their feet.
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