(Holy shit.)
"Jim... you... how could you... you just... I mean..."
Mesk pauses for a second, staring in absolute horror at the carnage.
"You broke the goddamn VR machines again!"
Let loose a primal howl of hideous anguish.
"Meow."
(Well. Sorry Pyro. Wish I had the better decompensator. >.<)
Jim gathers Simus's remains and takes her to the infirmary to be resurrected.
(Also, @ninja edit Remalle: There's probably still a few working.
Almost forgot.)
Anyone who attempts to loot Simus's body before Jim can take it to the infirmary will get punched very, very hard.
You carry half-simus to the Doctor and turn her in for treatment.
"Deary me." he doctor says, holding he body up by it's remaining arm to examine, "Seems someone got overzealous with their amps." He tosses the body onto his shoulder and walks off.
((Damn. I saw the '4' in the title and assumed Travis & Buckler would have at least gotten a shot off, but no. Disappointing.))
"...Missions?" Jobasio raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"And, well... What can I have? I feel some sort of weapon would be appropriate."
>Request clarification!
>Also request some form of armament!
"We tell you to go somewhere and do something and then you go there and do it. You'll see what I mean eventually. If you do 10 of them you get out of here. Or you die. Simple as that. You got 5 tokens. If you want something, you buy it with those."
She points at the armory list sign behind her.
((Do full prostheticize me, Jim. Full robot body.))
>Everyone in the Rec Room.
You get a good, solid look at where the now-missing portion of Simus' body was, and now you can see the full degree of internal cyborgization. Everything, from the heart, to the lungs, to the spleen, is synthetic, not a single trace of an organic organ remains.
You wake up in a standing position, seemingly propped up against the wall in the infirmary. You look down. Robot hands. Normal. Robot legs. Normal. Robot body...not normal. Vaguely feminine robot body? Definitely not normal. You still have that Coupon in one hand though. Huh. You do not have your wristblade though. Aw.
((That was...anti-climatic. Oh well. Now to make a new character or use this time to restart Roll to X-Com. I really have been putting that off too long. Hm))
Unfortunately you did tell buckler only to fire if he was injured. And you both were more atomized then injured so he didn't really have the time. Blame Jim's massive roll and bonuses.
May looks around. "Thanks for foodies Thomas. But did people just die again? Jeez." She stands up and clears her throat.
Sing dis'.
You sing dat.
((Taking a nap in an isolated area has never been so rewarding!))
He'll come back. They always come back.
Become the stone. Become the planet sailing effortlessly in an orbit around a greater system.
(You might be best hiding in the vents with victor at this point. God knows what will happen next in this tantrum spiral.)
You become the pebble. It's kinda lack luster, just lots of being at the bottom of a pond.
'And how much for the Exoskeleton itself? Or do I just have to buy a MKIII?"
Ask
((And that is why you do not fuck with the Vets.))
"9." She points at the armory price board.
Lars picks himself up off the floor, still clutching the book like a mother clutches her child. This is clearly a dangerous divine being- even reading about him is enough to cause death and destruction. He'd have to be careful invoking him... though he is clearly very effective.
He sits back down, requests the others be quiet, and resumes reading.
Tell everyone else to be quiet and quit murdering each other, and keep reading!
((Congrats on your prize- I saw the 10k coming but didn't think too hard about it.))
"SHADDAP! Or I swear I'll invoke the god of death on you all!"
You flip a table back up and sit down to continue reading.
“Vo-nos: God of Blades:Vo-nos the Cutter, Vo-nos of the Melee, Vo-nos the Silver Club.”
The image on the opposing page shows what looks like a man wearing a shining, silvery mask and a red robe. In one hand he holds a Gleaming, blood flecked club, in the other a large curved knife. Behind him looms a monstrous aura of shadowy fangs, flesh, madly rolling eyes and convulsing limbs. The symbol at the bottom of the page is a sword.
“Vo-nos is the god of the melee, Patron of the blade and the cudgel, and fastest of the gods. Those who would join battle with knife or club or spear or sword or any weapon of close death fight and die with him at their side. Inscribe his mark upon your weapons and brand it across your soles to move as he does and bring effortless death to all who oppose you.”
((Oh yay. I go away for a single day to see SIMUS dead of all people, and miss the fun on TRAVIS.
Edit: Overreaction again. Simus lives with that head. ))
((And that is why you do not fuck with the Vets.))
((Correction: Vets with amps...))
"So having a monoatomic sword is better, in general, than any other sword with a slicing power. Ever? Along with that, how much is it?"
Ask Steve both of that. Get answers.
Hiya Jim! =)
So I've heard lately...from an omnipresent source...
You're blowing up the ship? Did it have anything to do with Travis? Are you OK??
>Pretty much. I believe they're 6 tokens.
Name: Bruce Thomson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, Brown hair, brown eyes, short hair which is Barley past his eyes, to shift his body around a lot, uncomfortable on his feet, above average weight.
Personal information: Born on a less than famous planet, he was never destined for much, but even that was taken from him when his friend, who he had known for years, got into drug dealing, unfortanatly for Bruce he had been trying to get his friend out of the buisness when the H.M.R.C. found them, and he had been sent to cut down on unfortunate problems.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Wrong place, wrong time.
Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6
Willpower: 6
Skills:
Speech:0 (-1)
Intuition: 1 (+/- 0)
Handiwork: 0 (-1)
Conventional Weapons: 1 (+/- 0)
Unconventional Weapons: 1 (+/- 0)
Exotic weapons: 1 (+/- 0)
Auxiliary systems: 0 (-1)
Medical tech: 1 (+/- 0)
Profession: Grunt (+1 to medical Tech/ -1 to exotic weapons)
Got it.
Gorat stands near the door, jaw hanging down. "I... wh... I'll be going. Far away. Right now."
Dive out the door. Ask Steve for the farthest place from any teammate that's accessible to me.
>People tend not to hang around in the hanger, or the locker room.Milno scratches behind his head, noticing some commotion.
"Well, I already expected that, but is there any way of compensating for that bit of weakness from the human body?"
Ask then go check on wtf happened.
"Getting a robot one?"
You sigh and nod before heading to the Rec room, narrowly missing Jim as he jogs out, holding what looks like about 60% of simus, and makes for the infirmary. The scene in the Rec room is one of toppled furniture, destroyed VR machines and a molten crater in the center of it. Someone has been having a good time.
May looks around. "Thanks for foodies Thomas. But did people just die again? Jeez." She stands up and clears her throat.
Sing dis'.
Thomas tries to remain calm, but his hands fidget, spilling some of his food.
"Y-Yup. This place is more dangerous than I thought."
Snack with May. Appreciate her singing.
You retrieve your food from where you dropped it on the ground in the shockwave of Jim's team murder. It's remarkably unspilled. You eat a bit while May sings dat.