Lars examined his workmanship.
"Perfect."
If any remnants of the old couch are still there, fashion them into a Shrine to Steve.
((That font's oddly appropriate for this lot.))
[handi:5]
You fashion a lovely shrine in the corner of the room, but you're not sure what to put as the center piece. Normally you'd have some sort of statue of the god in question, but steve isn't exactly known for his physical form.
"Thank you for this fine manipulator. Hm, may I have a carton of blue-smoke cigarettes? They help me focus. Oh, and some alcohol. I haven't had that in ages, plus the doctors said it would help manage unfortunate deviations, whatever that means. Finally, some cleaning supplies, please. I find this place to be somewhat too dirty for my tastes. Oh wait, almost forgot. A lighter, please."
Receive stuff (get both Xeno Spit and the regular stuff), thank Armory Master, clean off unsightly handprints from the outside of the kiosk. Look for other places full of filth (not moral decay or anything like that, that would take too long to clean up, just dirt and trash and stuff). Clean up any messes I see.
You get your cleaning supplies, booze and cigs from the armory master. You give the Kiosk a good cleaning and then wander to the rec room and begin scrubbing up any blood or other bodily fluids you find.
((Do these failures spend Milno's Mindscrew HP?))
Milno shook his head, trying to bat away the thoughts as they took control of his mind. Damned alien artifacts, there was a reason he hated them so profoundly. It seemed aliens had some perverse joy in creating things that tried to screw with your mind one way or another.
Still, he was fully aware that the gauntlet could be used successfully in the future, even if only as a last-ditch option. And so he decided to keep on trying while gritting his teeth. Flesh was frail and weak, and he knew it, but he suspected repeated failure while using the gauntlet could bring worse consequences than just empathy for metal and systems over flesh.
Touch it once again.
[will:1+1]
You touch the arm again but feel nothing this time. hmm
After seeing another person come out of stasis, get dressed and leave, she decided to follow suite.
Get dressed and follow the other person to the armory
To the green voice: "Fine. I'm assuming you're our handler?"
Wait for other person to finish their purchase.
> My name is Steve. I'm the computer in charge of this ship and your no doubt short life. You follow the other person to the armory and find a kiosk built into the wall with a woman inside. She's reading a book and doesn't seem terribly interested in you.
"Hrmm, screws eh? Interesting. Or not. I need some tools. Oh Steve? I have some questions. One, where does this vent go, and two, why are you letting me do this?
Search for something to remove the screws.
>Those vents circulate air inside the prisoner section of the ship. I'm letting you do this because you can't actually get anywhere through those vents. You're not the first one to go in there. Hell, if you went in there right now you wouldn't even be alone.
You find a medical tool of some kind with a nice flat bit you can use to unscrew the screws.
"Game called on account of naked chick. You okay Faith?"
"Yeah, fine," Faith groused, getting up and covering up her chest. "Thanks for asking," she added, less grouchily.
She then trotted off to get a new shirt. Once she had one, she decided to search for the Doctor again, scowling when he couldn't be found.
"Hey Steve, where's the Doctor? Also was that just May being May, or is there a specific reason this time?"
While she was doing that, she also fetched her advanced medical kit and brought it over to the AM.
"Excuse me, would replacing this cost as much as a new one, or would I get some kind of discount for already owning the empty box?" she asked, showing off the bare interior.
Get new shirt. Pester both AM and Steve.
You head to the Barracks and get yourself a new shirt.
>May stuffed a handful of pills in her mouth. Expect hilarity and or death to ensue. Clothed and informed you head to the armory and ask the armory master about a frequent medic discount.
"Box isn't worth anything really. But hell, I'll let you have another for a token off."
Of course, that would be most considerate of you. Just asking, but thank you nonetheless.
Look up and see if there has already been developed the cure-all (or some kind of equivalent, coming sufficiently close). Also, search for a 'medication' that can offset the revival time limit.
Well, it certainly doesn't look like there is any sort of magical cure all around here...though the medical bio-gel they use in the infirmary is close. Too bad it needs a very specific set of circumstances to work and is difficult to use. As per medications to extend revival time, there are no medications however there are procedures and devices.
"I could..." Gorat trails off as Faith has walked off already, then shrugs. His shirt would have been too large for her anyway, and nobody would want him to run about topless.
"We'll try that game another time. Enjoy the show, I guess." he then says to Floki.
Go into VR, select Tinker. Try to get a basic grasp of the program, and find a list of smart fabrics or however they're currently called.
You head to the vr and hop into Tinker. It looks like you have a work table and various floating displays you can use to search for things.
As per smart fabrics, what kind? What do you want to do with em?
Search for an alternative entrance, then besiege the blasphemers!
"Your walls are mighty, but the forces of Tyrut-Angra are far mightier!"
You slap at the wall like a spaz, while the chipmunks eat your feet.
Use a base sabot, with a shell base and separate shell sides held on loosely enough to allow them to separate as it leaves the barrel.
Also, look into options of changing the power settings on demand, for different types of shell, for example, upping power to impart more velocity to these razors.
Look into who all is logged into Tinker, and any currently running personality simulations.
((VR Nick still hasn't been shut off by anyone...))
Oh, yeah, I knew generally what you wanted to do mechanically, but what do you want to make it out of?
Also, you can make it so you can change the power on those rifles, but if you want to have it be able to be more powerful on command you're gonna need either a longer charge time or more generators. You'll also need to redo the wiring and electronics to work with higher powers and, if you get it up to double, have to start worrying about wear and tear on the coils.
And yeah, you find the simulation of your former self/relation.
Get some kitchen supplies, and do this.
"AH ANOTHER PARTNER FOR MY INSATIABLE SEXUAL APPETITES!"
And then You kick that mother fucker in the teeth.
"I... what..."
Blink.
"Just... another normal day in the HMRC... yeah... dammit."
Head to the medical wing, find a doctor who doesn't look busy.
"Um, would you mind if I follow you around and watch what you do? Try to learn something?"
You get up and head for the door when the naked woman leaps off the pingpong table and does a flying kick into your skull. This is hardly helpful.
Feyri was annoyed by how she worked with the blade. Apparently, it wasn't just swish-and-fling as she read them as.
And to spite her onwards, it seemed Jim was...playing with her.
Feint with sword, fist to his emoticon-emblazoned face.
"Left! Left!"
Jim grinned with the appropriate 
emoticon and circled Feyri. His intention this time was to let her get a hit in, although he'd 'attempt' to block the attack by 'mistaking' it for a feint.
^
[feyri dex:6]
[Jim dex:1]
[feyri str:6]
Feyri leaps onto Jim, shoving him to the ground, And proceeds to rain blows down on his head with the handle of her sword.
"THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE IT UNLESS YOU BUY ME DINNER FIRST!"
Name: Arthur Wieler
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 Ft 9 In, Blonde Well Kept Hair, Light Green Eyes, A Charming Face, A Rather slim, and charming man to behold in most cases.
Personal information:
Arthur was raised by his Mother, his father had died after being sent to the HMRC, his death occurred when he was one mission away from freedom and since he was young Arthur always blamed the government for his death. This led him to study hard, and he quickly became a graduate of a prestigious college, his major didn't really matter much as it was a law degree, Arthur always preferred to make things with his hands, and use his words to influence things to the way they needed to be.
After graduation he began to organize various riots and speeches against the government making him an enemy of the state, he managed to elude capture for two months during witch he incited three riots and held dozens of anti-*insert government name here* speeches.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Treason, more specifically trying to incite riots and political rallies against the Government
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 3
Skills:
Speech: 2
Handiwork: 3
Profession: Technician
Got it. Feel free to fall out of a stasis pod in the barracks.
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