(Damn straight. XD)
Jim decides not to vaporize pen-boy just yet and see if his teammates can handle something without him. It's still break-time, and he can't even drink any damn coffee.
♬do dodo do♪ do dodooley do♬
Stacy, Team C DJ, In Possession Of Inter-Resting Data.
"Good news, everyone! The plague spreads in an artificial, geometric pattern, apparently! How absolutely exciting! Unless you have it, of course. Then it's just plain terrihorribad. Doubleplusungood and stuff. My condolences and shit, you know. Sending it over to everyone so you too can take a wild ride inside the wonder that is the human body."
Send everyone all the fun and less fun as well as the interesting and perplexing pics. Look around Imaging for anything eminently lootable aside from funny pictures of lungs.
You email everyone on the team candid pictures of various body parts. Mostly you email them to the girls.
That done, you go look for any sort of bags of gold or giant sapphires embedded in the eyes of statues. You find neither.
Thomas gently took Mays hand from his "stick" and dropped his arm to his side, between the two of them.
"Geometric patterns? I don't know much about diseases, but that does not sound like a natural virus."
He sat in thought for a moment, then, suddenly looking worried, began heading for imaging, taking May with him.
"May, let's go get you checked up real quick. How are you feeling?"
Recall Mays usual appearence and compare it to how she looks now. Is anything distressing different?
You grab May and drag her over to imaging while taking a good look at her. She doesn't seem to look any different from her normal hypersexualized albino, vaguely alien, formerly tiger raping, sing song voiced, normal self.
Oh wow, that is the first time you have ever said all that out to yourself. Oh dear.
(Damn straight. XD)
Jim decides not to vaporize pen-boy just yet and see if his teammates can handle something without him. It's still break-time, and he can't even drink any damn coffee.
((Maybe if Jim waited half a millisecond before murderthrowing office supplies (with gusto), then his teammates might actually get the chance to do something. Or at least rack up some kills ourselves.))
Hold up hands, back away slowly.
"Hey now, easy there. Nobody else has to die here, okay? Just listen to what I have to say, that's all I'm asking.
We came here to extract you people. The upper floors have already been evacuated, and precautions were made to prevent the disease from spreading beyond the colony. We know what happend, what you people did to the colonists, and it doesn't matter. Nobody will be held accountable. Just lay down your weapons and I promise none of you will get hurt."
If he looks like activating whatever it is he's holding, dash away with rocket boosters.
"No..No" the man says, still holding whatever is in his hand out in front of him, "If you're here then they're purging. But this is insurance. Now get the hell out of here. "
"Good news, everyone! The plague spreads in an artificial, geometric pattern, apparently! How absolutely exciting! Unless you have it, of course. Then it's just plain terrihorribad. Doubleplusungood and stuff. My condolences and shit, you know. Sending it over to everyone so you too can take a wild ride inside the wonder that is the human body."
"Yeah, I can feel that... definitely strange. I wonder if it's even a virus or bacteria as we know it? This is almost like... I don't know, nano-builders or something.
...hmmmm..."
Examine Stacy's pictures, see if I can figure out what's going on.
Also contemplate the feasibility of cutting out the infected areas.
Stacy's pictures seem to show what could best be described as a sierpinski curve being eaten out of the flesh of the infected.
And as per cutting out the infected areas it would probably be easier to just cut off the head and be done with it, since you'd basically be gutting them alive to cut out the infection.
Name:Flint/Deeper Scum - Team C - Hospital, Administration
I'm starting to feel a bit useless. "Got some more computers here for you. Hopefully they'll give you some info about whatever is killing people here if you tell them the password." Whatever is killing people here besides the HMRC.
Move to the morgue. Look around. Any computers in here? Or any interesting bodies?
(To be fair, I didn't actually want to use my amps to destroy everyone. 
I was just planning on manually - as in, with the gorilla arms - chucking in a desk or something to knock a few down and getting to a safe distance, but I'm not exactly complaining on the outcome. I'd prefer a whole lot of dead NPCs to dead PCs.)
((I bet Jim just couldn't resist the chance to troll these people. Hehe. Get it? Troll? Because Jim killed one with a troll doll? Okay, that's not as funny as it sounded in my head.))
The door to the morgue is locked. Locked in a way that makes it hard to open even for someone like you in a big old robo suit.
"Hmmm, cop a feel of some insane murderous convict, sounds like a bad idea. DO IT" "n-no.." "wussy"
Grab a piece of rubble to act as a crutch, stay in the relative safety of my current position
"You know, by the way they've been ignoring our every atempt to help them, you'd almost think they were deaf. Maybe those suits are soundproof?"
You grab a nice big piece of debris-the remains of a desk top you think- and use it to stand up. Your leg is dangling off of you in a rather grotesque manner, but hey, least you can walk.
"A disease that spreads in a geometric pattern? That's definately not natural and just STINKS of alien bullshit. Also, he's got a detonator, probably a suicide vest too, so don't shoot him or you might set it off."
Bishop shakes his head slowly, never taking his eyes off the wounded doctor. Death by explosion would be a quick and definately painless way to go, painless for him that is, but he had no intention of dying so soon.
"Listen to the man in the robot suit! We aren't looking for trouble, we're just trying to get you guys out of here! Look at our gear if you don't believe us, noone has anything like what we have on this colony! Just put down the detonator and we can get you some help, ok?"
Keep pointing my gun at the man but look around slowly from where I am for possible explosives or signs of them. Try to stay in cover as much as possible incase he snaps and triggers the bombs.
You don't see anything that particularly looks like a bomb sitting around out in the open, but there's plenty of places one could be hidden around here.
Team D - Lukas
Keep mouth shut and try to look friendly.
You attempt to look as friendly as a giant robotic death machine with a human skull for a head can. You go about this by striking non-threatening poses; the kind of poses an 8 year old beauty queen might strike.
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
"Stupid Mk.II suits, stealing my thunder. They'll put the noble medical profession entirely out of business, you mark my words, and then where will we be?"
Can't I practice medicine on him a little? Just a bit? For old times' sake?
Failing that, take a look at the diseasy scans.
You sigh and dejectedly sweep the legs out of under pancaek as he stands up.
"Its not the same."
As per the disease scans, you see pretty much what faith saw.
((Sorry for being useless...))
Team C ; Feyri Nirel - Armored Mercenary - Laundry.
Feyri turned around at the sound of gunfire, and practically stood behind the corner as she heard the comm chatter, letting her teammates handle the event before remembering some pertinent information regarding whatever was killing anyone wounded.
"If a pathogen spreads by open contact...then whatever the disease is uses blood as its culture medium. Meaning it thrives in blood.
"...Great, that was directly from that book." Feyri sighed as her memories of hospital duty and the many, many books she had to endure passed through her mind like an old sponge. Still filled with its payload, but ready to be renewed.
"And when you mean geometric pattern...err, could you explain that more? I'm thinking some kind of-...err, shape?"
Feyri moved to the corridor outside the Lab, checking for any documents//papers or sheets which are related to any findings of diseases or any medical history papers around.
Also, circuit boxes.
=+=Private Channel: James Kelly=+=
"Sorry for disturbing you but...what just happened there- and is something up with Faith and/or Milno?"
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
C
Miyamoto
Pancaek - Asymptomatic ; probably infected.
Flint
Stacy
Feyri
You find no papers. Come to think of it, you haven't seen any papers around anywhere here; its all been paperless. How environmentally minded.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"Meh."
Walk away and prepare to escape ensuring explosion.
You slowly fading back, easing yourself away from the probable detonation zone.
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