[Team B Leader=Milno]
"Found a small datapad here." Milno said before starting to read it before resuming his task.
Read datapad, keep checking the next cells afterwards.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
The datapad has exactly two documents on it. One being a long and very preachy sort of electronic leaflet about the responsibilities of a leader to his people and of the purpose of a government being to provide for the whole, not feed those at the top and etc. The standard popular revolution rhetoric. The second document is just a text doc with lots of notes written on it. There are a list of names with no label to give a hint as to what these people have in common, what you think is an address in the B housing block Mr.Mcdude mentioned, a list times, also unlabeled, and the phrase "Move M&B to C"
You check another 20 cells upstairs but don't find anything except a shrink wrapped capsule of red pills and a sharpened spoon.
Sambo - Team D - Inside admin area, ground floor of prison.
Turn on the computer terminal, see what available options there are on the screen. See if there's a data-storage unit, or if it's just a screen and controller/keyboard. Check for really obvious bits of paper or things that are scribbled down in case incompetant colonial police officers/prison guards forget the password to the terminal.
((Yes, many major organisations have passwords to their mainframes on a post-it note beside the terminal. Or under the desk. Sometimes they even take the security measure of writing the password backwards! I have worked in places like this. ))
"Any of you any good with computers? There might be more on this than any of those data-pads."
You tap on the touch pad they have instead of a mouse and the screen turns on. It looks like it's still logged into someone's account. There are a few folders on the desk top so you skim through them. The first is prisoner records, just a folder with all the records of the different prisoners. You click on a few and gawk at their mugshots before clicking out and checking the folder-and the file inside- which are both named "Admittance record." It's a chronological listing of who is coming in when. For a long time there were very few people here it seemed, a few long timers, a few who were in and out a lot, and a few that showed up once and never again, but never more then a dozen or two.And then, rather suddenly, 20 were being admitted at once and they're throwing several in a cell. Not just men either, men and women, even children if the ages on the records are correct. Most have " Disturbing the public" as their offense, though there are a few "Criminal conspiracies" and even a "Treason" or two. The last files are just things like the daily schedule, guard rotations and hours, laundry information and the like.
((Wait, does this mean Lukas is larger than my exoskeleton, or did I just clamber out of it to get in there?))
Team D Leader Faith, Lockers
"I'm decent with them. I'll come take a look in a minute, but I doubt there'll be anything major."
Examine datapad, compare to the datapads we have back on ship.
Then pry open that third locker and take a looksie. Open up a blank locker or two to double-check they're empty as well.
(your exoskeleton makes you somewhat taller and wider, like 7 foot tall or so. Lukas is, if I remember right, over 10 feet tall and built like a tank. He's a giant.)
You look at the datapad. It looks to be a different brand, more personalized with a sort of little swirly design thing on the back of it and a pretty, if less functional, interface, but over all it seems pretty much the same. You walk over to the third locker and easily tear it open with the aid of your robot suit. It's much the same as the others, though it has two uniforms instead of one. There's another datapad in here, paused in the middle of a video, but nothing much else of interest; unless female nudity interest you, in which case there's a rather nice picture in the corner.
You pry open one of the unmarked lockers and find that it is, indeed, empty.
Name:Flint/Deeper Scum - Team C - Prison, 1st floor
"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore..."
Wear a police armor and pin a badge on it. Then go exploring the other cells. If everything on this floor has been checked, check the second floor.
"I was thinking, the people we're going to see on the lower levels are either civilians, who would probably be happy to see us, miners, who probably wouldn't attack me on sight due to my mining suit or G-men. With this police uniform I may be able to convince them I'm on their side since the police had been doing their dirty job, killing and imprisoning those who opposed them."
((Yes, many major organisations have passwords to their mainframes on a post-it note beside the terminal. Or under the desk. Sometimes they even take the security measure of writing the password backwards! I have worked in places like this. ))
((I unlocked a terminal on the 1st floor hangar by finding the password under the desk. If the same thing happens here we can be sure of what caused the outbreak: some scientist guy left the password for the release of the horrible flesh lung eating virus on a post it somewhere.))
There aren't any police armors or badges left, so you head to look around cells on the lower levels. The most interesting thing you find is an E-Key that seems to be for the locks on the cell doors. It's just laying around near one of the cells down stairs.
Wear it on top, then. Then join up with Jim, wherever he is.
You wear it on top and then join up with jim where he stands, flummoxed as to what to do next.
Feyri Nirel ; Team C Mercenary, First floor - Prison.
"Errn, am I the only one without a faceplate...Its pretty hard to get used to not seeing all your emotions when you speak."
Utilize conventional weaponry knowledge to determine cause of blood spatters - blunt, edged or fist? Stab wound, gunshot...anything.
Then search for any power outlet or circuit box.
Miyamoto ; Radio Controlled
Stacy ; Harry Baldman
Feyri Nirel ; Tiruin
Pancaek ; Pancaek
Flint ; Parisbre56
Faith Valentine ; IronyOwl
Jackinthebox ; Yoink
Bishop ; Zako
lukas ; Prosperus
sambo ; sambojin
"Yeah. The thing about that though is..... Everyone turned on the coppers up here, killed em, took their badges and chucked em on as kill markers. They might go, "Wow, you killed one fucking copper? Loser." Or they might go, "There's a copper! Kill him and take his badge!" Your call. I'll be shooting 'em all the same. "
"Shooting anybody we meet. Yeah, right. Normally I'd say something about morality or ask your team leader to reprimand you, but since killing people first and asking questions later seems to be the norm here I'm just going to quietly curse you and lament about the future of humanity. Is there anyone in the HMRC who isn't a homicidal maniac?"
"There are."
They look like they were caused by a gun, at least judging from past experience in shooting people. As per an electrical outlet, there aren't any around the cells, but there's probably one in the office faith, sambo and the others are exploring.
Lars looked up. "Looks like there was an order to 'purge' the prison at some point. Probably explains the blood, bodies, and rioting."
See if the armor will go on over my suit. If not all of it, at least the chest piece. If so, draw the White Circle of Algis on it. Offer to do the same to anyone else looting armor.
You fit the armor on over your suit and doodle the symbol of Algis on top of it. Done and done.
"Doesn't look like there's anything in the laundry room. I'm checking the kitchen now." Bishop states, strolling around the room, feeling a bit bored.
One last check around the room for anything interesting then investigate the kitchen. See if I can find a map for this place anywhere.
"Somebody really should make up an HMRC looting song. It would make the looting go faster."
Look inside the kitchen. If it looks safe, go in. Search for anything unusual, interesting or informative. Assess quality of appliances and the food that was made here.
These rooms seem pretty thoroughly handled so you just head into the kitchen. It's a pretty small room, clearly made with the intent of making food here to be brought to the cells, rather then letting men out of their cells to come here. There are a few carts for transporting the food and plenty of trays and utensils, none very sharp, in addition to a food prep area with freezers-emptied- and plenty of other things like cooking utensils, pots and pans and what looks like an industrial supply of garlic. It all looks fairly new and high quality, but it's hard to say if the food here was any good. Probably not, from your experience.
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