"Right. I'll take a large golden heptagon with a diagonal line."
Order mystery container.
((Forget Schrodingers Cat, we have Nyars Box.))
He hands you a box with some difficulty.
((Almost. Just lemme check on my bet. 
))
"Well, would you accept a wager on myself not dying, permanently or otherwise? I guess permanently would kind of be cheating since if I lose, uh..."
Ask.
((By the way, PW, how come you never play any other forum games? Nothing catch your eye?))
(Oh, I'm busy enough building worlds here to be happy.)
>Wager on yourself not dying? Hmm. No, because they you can influence it unduly.
(use pm to work out a bet, we're starting)
Fix. Ask around and see if anyone knows where he went.
[handi:2]
You yell at them to self assemble. They do not
"He's in the back, working" a nurse advises you."
Finish putting the armor on. and attempt to fix the laser rifle and generator.
((Too cruel, man.))
You put the glove of your armor on. It clicks into place with an electrical hum. You jump when you hear something clatter on the ground and look down to see the broken laser rifle. You reach down to pick it up and your hand passes right through it. You look at your hand, blink, and then try and pick it up again. It comes up like normal.
Thats odd.
((Actually, I'm not going to be available for the next hour.))
To the pod!
good enough.
(Tiruin's in the Philippines, so Feyri's not likely to have an action before the mission starts. Maybe you could let the far timezone guys retroactively buy stuff?)
Yeah, we can go retroactive if we need to, but she has no money so whatever.
>Yoink
Just assume your character knows it.
The away team, massive at 20 people, filters into the pods one by one, closing their lids and slipping into the dark and dreamless sleep of stasis. They wake seemingly only moments after falling asleep, dumped cold and shivering onto the floor, covered in goo. They struggle up, grab their gear, cough the fluid from their lungs and head for the shuttles. A brand new battle suit, slimmer then the ones most the crew had seen before and packing two rockets on the back that look more like someone strapped ICBM's to the thing with a dozen smaller maneuvering rockets over the rest of the suit. Miyamoto can't help but smile a bit as he straps himself into the cockpit and the machine closes up, encircling him in a solid cocoon of high tech armor and systems.
Miyamoto gets himself strapped on a lifter shuttle while the rest of the crew boards 3 standard shuttles and together the entire flotilla lifts off and vanishes into the dark of space as the hanger closes behind them.
They drift through space for a long while. Quiet. Some listen to music in their helmets, some tap feet. One couple holds hands. Quiet. Gravity comes in slowly as they descend, blind in their shuttles. Until they land. They dawn helmets and and grab rifles from under chairs and wall racks before walking out onto the cold, blinding and desolate gray soil of a dead planet. The gravity is lower then 1 g, but not terribly so and foot steps are light as the team moves across the dusty surface, Miyamoto unclamping and thudding silently to the ground before following after.
They wander toward a the only landmark around them, a large, metallic facility perched on the horizon. Not far from the facility lies a semicircle of large ships. They're swollen, bulky, made for passengers, not fighting. Their doors are closed, but what look like modified APC's, stripped of armor, designed to carry more at the expense of protecting, sit around the base of the ships. In the center of the semi-circle is a different ship, smaller, thinner. A first responder ship, a living quarters wrapped around a rocket with enough thrust to get it up to jump speed. A man in a long coat is standing outside it. His longcoat is partially covering a spacesuit; not the gray mass production type of the HMRC, but the light armored black and silver of a UWM military man. He directs the team into the ship, motioning Miyamoto and his massive suit to stay outside.
They follow the man through the ship and into a small communications room, clearly not made to house 20 men, let alone giant lukas robots and Milno rocket pods. The man steps in after everyone else and turns on the screen as he begins talking.
"You were told you were here to back us up. This is untrue. You are here to do a job and then we are here to clean up afterwards."
The screen activates, spilling out text and information.
"The buildings you saw were the upper level of a colony. It is self sufficient and for the most part was self governing with very little UWM oversight. Approximately 3 months ago it's citizens began to fall ill. At time of last transmission 60% of the populace was dead and open riots had broken out. The government asked us for assistance. That was two weeks ago."
The screen goes dead for a moment before showing a map
"This is the first level. The map is not to scale. You and your teammates will clear this level of any hostiles, subdue any non-combatants and confirm the area is safe before me and my men enter. From there you will do the same on each level, in each sector all the way down. One of the Personnel Carriers you saw earlier will always be nearby. Place all noncombatants in it. When full tell the driver to return to the surface and it will unload it's cargo into one of the carrier ships before returning to you."
He pauses for a moment.
"We do not know what you will find down there. We do not know the levels of hostility you can expect. Do not let down your guard. If someone tries to fight or to run, you are authorized to use any force you deem necessary."
"There are 20 of you so break up into 4 teams of five each. Elect a leader for each team. When that is done I will assign each team a name and then we may begin in earnest."
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