What amount of radiation are we talking here?
Inquiry! Then go do alterations.
"The sort that would be dangerous to living things. Your cells will be reproducing in new, strange and very quick ways. Possibility of strange cancers and malignant growths. Dangerous. Now then, I'm gonna disconnect you and go see an old friend of ours for some biomass."
Everything goes dark.
still pretty damn cool honestly, so what does it go on, does it change to a few presets or does the person just think about the shirt or clothing they want to wear? (I just going to take it as I unloaded my laser rifle now) also, if any of you two hear me loading my gun without saying anything, just go ahead and tackle me"
keep walking along, but look at the contents of my medkit or whatever
The cloak's control system is mostly mental. You can change it via thought.
As per your medkit, it's sort of a big amalgamation of fairly simple health care things, like sutures, bandages, splints, tourniquets and the like. A well stocked first aid kit with some medicine and such included.
Thanks, Steve. Enjoy your conversation with ARES.
Alright everyone, buckle up. This could end poorly, but here's hoping it doesn't. Hansen, thanks for not making it worse, but leave it alone while I put this thing down.
Deploy the landing pylons, take her in and land next to the cage.
[aux:2+1+1+1]
You very carefully and completely manually guide the ship in for a landing on the bare dirt plains around the cage. You can't help but sigh with relief when you feel the ship settle onto it's pylons and you can drop the throttle to zero.
"Thank you for flying Skylar's Skyways."
((Forgot my entirely useless wandering around aiding nonexistent civilians again, PW. 
))
Steve directs you back toward the blast site, past The robo samurai and the cat girl and their human tagalong. You turn the corner they were hiding behind and have a pretty good view of the crater through the shattered windows of the building.
Much of the shipyards has collapsed or is twisted and broken beyond use. Like a wire mesh held over a blowtorch, it has slumped in to the pit and is still glowing hot on it's edges. The pit is slag and little else, a smoldering hole in the ground throwing out smoke and radiation.
"Well, there's your problem."
"Oo...kay. Eighth kiloton bomb damage scale: established. Steve, do you have a map of this place, and can you overlay a simulated damage pattern from this explosion on it and send it to me? I want to try and determine where there may have still been people, that might still be alive right now."
"Feyri, if you're following, look through any structures around the shipyard for civilians who may need treatment. I'll have a look around here and see if I can find a path to the lower levels."
Ask Steve for map of the shipyards. Try to determine where there may have been people. Look around the current level and, if possible, find a way into the lower ones, searching for any civilians that might need help. In the meantime, direct Feyri to look over any nearby buildings that may have had people in them, who may have been injured or irradiated. Keep watch for dangerous radiation levels.
Keep doing that. Beats standing around guarding against nothing in particular.
Steve seems to be quiet, so you assume he's doing the ARES stuff now. Regardless, your search of the shipyard area is fairly uneventful. You don't find any civilians, alive, injured or otherwise, and the pit itself is too radioactive for you to want to get into for now.
((The fact they don't give civilians or trade-workers amps explains a lot to me. I mean, they'd be hardly as repressed with it, but if I were a chef, I would want a microwave amp.))
pass x2. I guess if Kriellya succesfully lands next turn and I'm unloaded and taken to Doc, I wake up?
You wake up in the infirmary, with Maurice looking down at you.
"On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you feel like lighting something on fire?" he asks, reading the question from a datapad.
"Yes! Exactly! If I had, say, a vehicle form and a person form, that would essentially double my versatility! Isn't that interesting? I mean, there's no reason I should stick to purely human forms now that I've got a robot body, yes? So I'm thinking about getting various interesting parts attached, tools built in over time, turn myself into something slightly more useful than before."
"Also, one question - can you tell me what's inside a field manipulator now? I mean, what reason is there to keep it a secret, anyway?"
A suggestion and a question!
"I guess something like that would be possible, though it's more the science boys you'd need to talk to for that."
"Nope. You don't give the plans to a nuclear bomb to people who have just enough knowledge to seriously hurt themselves and others."
Nod once, then Go take a long shower, shivering occasionally, my teeth clenched for most of the time, but still doing it. scrub very thoroughly, and make sure not to get any of this stuff into my eyes, mouth, nose, etc. wash my wrist-comp off as well. discard my irradiated clothing.
Afterwards, dry off, and look at myself. look down at my forepaws. slowly lift my right forepaw up and flip it over. extend and retract the claws on it. flip it back over. Extend and retract my claws again. then set it down and look over at my ruined clothes. put my wrist-comp on, and walk over to my bed in the barracks. hop on top of it and curl up on it. then slowly type out a message on my wrist-comp.
I just messaged Grate and he says he's ok. What happened?
You go take a long shower. You really are not a fan of it and you come out looking like a wet mop. A very grumpy wet mop.
Everyone else finds it adorable.
((Hmm....well I WAS originally planning to have the other people pick which character I played from my little pool of them based solely on name, but since it seems to rely on them knowing I'll reveal the char who the grunt thing was planned for.
His name is Brick-Brick.
Brick Brickton, or Brick-Brick, which is what he calls himself given his inability to comprehend the vast majority of words; was from the moment his mother gave birth to him quite simply slower then the other infants. When the doctor first slapped his behind it took 10 minutes before it registered and he started crying.
Brick-Brick spent the vast majority of his life giving extremely tight hugs that began causing injuries around his 12th birthday.
It was one such incident that took the lives of both of his parents, their spines snapped in twain. A nearby criminal noticed the display and immediately presented Brick-Brick to the local head of organized crime, and shortly thereafter perished when Brick-Brick became excited at the prospect of new friends.
This deeply impressed the Don, and Brick-Brick spent the years leading up to his 20th birthday as an unknowing enforcer, the most feared henchman on the planet. Eventually he was captured by law enforcement and sentenced to the HMRC when he spent 40 minutes cuddling the unlucky canine that had just taught him "tooth hugs"
Reason assigned to HMRC: 4000 counts of murder in hug-related incidents
Endurance:20
Uncon: +2
Intuition and Speech: -1
Or hell if that seems unbalanced Uncon+2 and EVERYTHING ELSE -1))
That is certainly an interesting thing. Man, I forgot how funny those old cartoons were.
((People still accepted hugs from him after the first couple hundred fatalities?))
Grate stares at the hole, thinking.
Try to look for a stick. If found, use it to poke in the hole to try and drive the animals out. Be ready to run if they turn out to be spacescorpionbadgers or something.
(they couldn't resist his girth.)
Strangely there are no sticks just randomly lying around on this barren desert like planet. Huh.
"Just normal AP ones, some explosive, some casing for shrapnel I'd guess. Don't see why it wouldn't work."
"I thought amps didn't need line of sight if you know exactly where you're aiming for."
"They don't need line of sight, but using them is harder without it. The armory master's course I mentioned even ecommended crushing someone's chest over crushing someone's heart, for instance, though that's the mass one, obviously."
Explore the nearest few offices with Leo to make sure they're empty.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 5; Int 4; Wil 12//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 8; Aux 1 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with Jack for this mission)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm.
The nearest offices are empty...well for the most part. You find a single secretary cowering under her desk. When you approach her she just cowers farther into the corner of the little space.
"Well. I'm terribly sorry to be bothering you, and I just remembered I need to go find some sods to shoot."
Suddenly find the need to be out in the building lobby. Search about for cameras, and I there are, try and find a hiding spot in a blind spot. Keep watch for anything suspicious.
((.......... She wouldn't even need to blink.))
You spin on your heel and make a beeline for the lobby. Once there, you do a quick search for cameras and then hunker down in a corner, behind an information terminal. You shiver a bit. Having your existence quantized into a number of objects is rather unsettling...
just sit down.
You sit down.
You accidentally override the chair's balance protocols and tumble back onto the ground. You decide to just lay there.
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