Jim puts on the vest.
You but on the vest. It sort of shivers and morphs to fit you, growing two extra arm holes. The plates shiver and twitch a bit, deforming slightly, as though something is pushing out from the inside of each plate.
((...Don't know whether to kill guy. Xan's motivation will lead him to do it, but I feel bad about killing him without even letting his player react.))
Does it count as killing him if I reduce him to just a head? I have a feeling the armory master would come after me if I killed him outright.
Or that 4-armed robot guy.
I don't really want to fight either.
(You could just wait for him to come back. Send him a PM if you're really worried.)
Then challenge him to an honorable dual or something.
((did you give it worm style regen or mesk style regen?
cos if its mesk style we stand a chance.))
Worm style. Mesk style isn't really that much of regen unless you have 30 sandwiches.
You want something like Worm but slower and less physics defying?
STEPHEN HAWKING opens this new black case. Hopefully he has not gone into debt to by a Matroyshka Doll (I think that's how you spell it)
Inside the box is what looks like an extremely ornate amputation knife. It appears to be quite old, an antique really, and it's decorations are very unique. You've never seen anything quite like them.
((Anton is just there to give the Gungnir prototype to Auron and brief him on its usage. He doesn't rightly know what he's getting into with that VR fight. 
Also the electricity might help at least slow it down.))
"Hey, Auron. Brought you the prototype. Who's the monster of the week?"
Fire full stream at the monster as soon as Auron starts the simulation.
"Engaging murder protocols. Target isn't moving. Engaging waiting protocols. Waiting."
((...Don't know whether to kill guy. Xan's motivation will lead him to do it, but I feel bad about killing him without even letting his player react.))
Does it count as killing him if I reduce him to just a head? I have a feeling the armory master would come after me if I killed him outright.
Or that 4-armed robot guy.
I don't really want to fight either.
((yeah I get that it fits the DOKTORs personality, but it still seems like a bit of a dick move on PWs part to have people who have been on missions hunting down those of us who are late to the party.
And I am completely unbiased on that >.>))
Xan's only been on a single mission. And Pat is genetically enhanced. He can shoot electricity like a fishman zeus. Really, I just want to limit the number of freebie mutants running around so either I'm gonna have doc charge or you're gonna have to take out another mutant to free up space for your own crazy changes.
Fuck man, I'll just give you a banjo.
Have a banjo.
Banjo.
Get two banjos, play duet with scout-eye
Do you even know how to play the banjo? What roll do I even use for that? Maybe Aux? Probably aux.
You get another banjo and head to the rec room with your scout eye and pair of banjos. You set your drone and the banjo. Now, which song to play...What banjo song accurately captures the feeling of rebellion?
Ah ive been dying to get a look at that... Oh him? That's crawler, hes the biological heavy weapons platform i was thinking of getting the doc to make for me instead of buying this exo-suit, hes tailored specifically to medics that have issues with the Hippocratic oath.
If all goes well it should murder us quickly and profusely even without the spinal weapon mounts, if it doesn't... well ill have an idea on what to get the doc to change.
hang my/wolfchilds mkII suit over the side of the VR machine and leave a note on it saying "property of astra" then get back into the machine and start the simulation.
try to flank crawler, fire an overcharged dual emitter pulse at his throat whilst maintaining a safe distance.
((yeah this isn't about testing conventional weapons, its about testing biological weapons.
also first action is for flavor seeing as wolfchild apparently hasn't physically received the suit IC yet...))
(This version of the crawler wouldn't exist in the real world, but as a VR simulation, it works)
[aux:5+1]
Your turret mount whips around 360 degrees, pulsing a beam across the crawler as well as Anton. The Crawler doesn't seem terribly bothered by this, weathering it with nothing more then a deep gash that immediately begins to bubble and steam as it heals. Anton reacts to an inch deep burn cash much worse. Mostly via screaming. Lots of screaming.
And Bleeding.
Oh well, thanks anyway
Astra heads off to the infirmary
Hello, is Auron here?, I have a transaction to complete with him
He's in the Rec room. We'll just assume you found him and made the transaction because I think I already changed it in your sheets.
>Exist
Name: Jobasio Hootzal
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Of middling height, pale-skinned and lean to the point of gauntness, Jobasio's only major similarities to his unknown half-brother Charro are his jet-black hair, piercing green eyes and a certain resemblance of facial features.
Where Charro was overbearing and prideful in manner, Jobasio is far more reserved, furtive and wary in his expressions. He still has the smug self-assurance of the Hootzal line, however...
Personal information: When then-governor Garlack Hootzal (at that time lacking any legitimate children) discovered one of his many good-looking serving maids had become pregant from his illicit, extramarital romping, he simply took his usual course of action and had her sent away to one of the outlying worlds in the sector, supplied with some menial job and enough money to supposedly support her child.
Jobasio was born into a hard life on an industrial world, and spent his childhood in a shoddy metal shack with his mother in the sprawling shanty town around the walls of a factory. He was put to work there, same as any other, manning the machines used to assemble vehicles and press jam jars due to his lack of physical strength.
His mother, Lyllen, who was losing her eyesight to her own job at a sewing bench, fully intended to keep the boy's origins a secret from him until one fateful day when she began drowning her sorrows in liquor.
As she descended into alchoholism, she couldn't help but spill the beans to the shocked Jobasio, who swiftly developed a dark hatred for those who had stolen his legacy from him. He had always known he was meant for better things than this life of slavery at the factory.
He didn't see any possible means to change his fate, though, and so he settled into his miserable life. He grew more and more distant from his fellow workers, becoming introverted and amusing himself by crafting small gadgets and basic robots from the spare parts discarded from the factory machines. He also wrote several cheap datapads worth of sappy poetry and violent, cathartic re-writes of classic children's tales, signing them as Jobasio von Hootzal. In fact, he adopted the name exclusively from then on, abandoning his mother's surname of Elm.
When he was three years of age, his mother learned of the birth of Garlack Hootzal's first legitimate heir- Charro. Years later, Jobasio would come to understand this and hated the half-brother he had never met with a passion. When, around his 21st birthday, he saw the broadcast of his father's execution and his brother's unusual fate, the hate-filled young man rejoiced. Yes! Now he was the heir to his cruel father's fortunes!
He would finally get out of here! He composed several long-winded messages to the Magisters to this effect, and borrowed his mother's meagre savings to fund his trip to planet Hootzal. On his way to the spaceport, however, he was confronted by agents of the Magistration. They didn't want another Hootzal maniac ruling a sector.
They decided to deal with this illegitemate upstart in the same way they had the ex-Governor's true heir- chuck 'em in the HMRC and forget about him. He was dragged, kicking and screaming useless threats, into a stasis pod...
Reason assigned to HMRC: Attempting to claim inheritance of his father's(Garlack Hootzal's) empire upon the latter's execution.
Stats:
Str: 0 (-1)
Dex: 15 (+1)
End: 1 (-1)
Cha: 2 (-1)
Int: 6 (1/3)
Wil: 1 (-1)
Skills:
Speech: 0 (-1)
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 0 (-1)
Conventional Weapons: 6 (2/3)
Unconventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Exotic Weapons: 0 (-1) (-1 to rolls)
Auxillary Systems: 1 (+1 to rolls)
Medical Tech: 0 (-1)
Profession: Grunt (+1 to Aux, -1 to Exotic Weapons)
3 token
Gauss rifle.
((I'm guessing that's the correct sheet, but I'm not really sure anymore. ))
Yoink's back. Hi yoink!
You know whats going on here? Because it's kinda different. Stuff has happened.
Feyri died again, too. It happens.
Guess it's random.
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