Catch and eat a concrete weevil
Ah. Here comes one now. Nothing hasty- didn't see him come in.
Observe for a bit. Assuming it's a worker and not something else, wait for him to be distracted by looting food, then approach silently. When either I am noticed or at 15 feet away, point gun at him and demand his surrender.
You lean out of behind the checkout stand, peeking out into the dull red haze of the morning and the shimmering orange of sunlight on the shattered glass that litters the ground like fallen leaves. Standing at the front, gathering cube after cube of food, is a worker. He's a big one, probably a special breed, built like a bull with bulging musculature and long, heavy arms. He's got a fair handful of scars, not just the normal ones either. A fighter, maybe in the betting pits, maybe his breed just has aggression problems, hard to say. Regardless, he's not gonna go down easy.
[dex:5]
You slip silently out of behind the register, moving in a crouch as your feet find patches of clear ground between the glass fragments. You slip up behind the man like a shadow on greased ice and level you gun on the area between his shoulder blades.
[speech:4]
"Alright big guy," you say "Don't be stupid. Just put your hands up."
The man turns to look at you, head tilted slightly on a neck like bundled steel cable and a slight grin on his lips. "But I've got all this food." he says, lifting the armful of food up a bit.
Check for life signs on Mr. Pillow. If there aren't any, pick him up and show him to Bishop and Kyle anyway.
"Poor Mr. Pillow. He seems to have died or something. It's kind of sad really - first lifeform I've made and it doesn't last half an hour before kicking the bucket. Still makes a serviceable pillow, though."
After my audience is done marveling at my exquisite genius, place Mr. Pillow back in place of the pillow I took and disintegrated.
[med:4-2 for unfamiliar anatomy] You poke at Mr.pillow a bit but he's gone cold. Aw, thats no fun. You scoop him up, blood and bile running across your arms and chest and down your legs, coating you in the smell of vomit and murder, and walk back out to the door. You proudly present what, for all intents and purposes, looks like a big slab of human flesh to Bishop and Kyle with a giant, some would say psychotic, grin.
"Yeah, that seems good."
Get the civil defence long coat.
The armory master takes 3 of your tokens and gives you a hard look over before heading into the back and coming out with a shrink wrapped package.
"That should fit you. Bring it back if it doesn't though."
Stroll in confidently into the armoury, ask for a 1/8th kiloton bomb and a kinetic amplifier (5 tokens in total, 0 tokens left for requisitions)
You stroll into the armory buck ass naked and buy yourself a 1/8th kiloton charge and a kinetic amplifier. The armory master doesn't give you a second look.
"So basically his sanity level is somewhat lower than usual on this ship? Got it. Was he crazy before touching this artifact you're talking about, or is this a recent development?
By the way Steve, just why aren't there any on-ship safeties for these weapons of mass destructions? I'm surprised nobody's managed to blow up the ship yet."
Maybe I should have gotten a replacement microwave manipulator or a tesla saber already... I didn't really think I'd need it on-ship.
Watch from a distance. Be prepared to run, just in case.
>How odd that you assume there aren't safeties.