((Looks like the reusable test subject is still functional.))
Charles gazes outside, aghast, before promptly dismissing it as yet another hallucination.
This action seems self defeating.
Check on the important things: Namely, the felafel ingredients and status of the kitchen.
((...You are an IDIOT. Okay, maybe that's a bit harsh, but your statement grates so much with reality.
Three Mile Island--the incident I referred to, and a decent parallel since the AM is quarantining this pretty well--was not a meltdown, it was merely close to one. As for nuclear power in general, it does not "kill tons of people". All the deaths from nuclear power plants have been from the two, count them two, meltdowns, which were both caused in part by outdated designs and either a rather stupid experiment (Chernobyl) or absolutely everything going wrong that could (Fukishima). It's safer than coal mining, oil drilling, or really any other practical power source we have. The only competitors either require fairly substantial amounts of space and capital (wind, solar) or are only possible in a few areas (geothermal, hydroelectric).))
(( 2Ecofriendly4You.
W0t mate? U madd brah.))
The felafel is fine. Unfortunately the oven has a big hole in it.
((Well, that would be a last resort, we could just give it to the AM and have her screen its use.))
As long as Grate remembers the incident, there's no chance of him doing idiot stuff again.
((They are other people than Grate. Such as Mr. Calculator-Overdose over here.))
((Well, we'd need to improve locker security. Or, if it's good enough already, sleep easily.))
NinGM:
Oh, and GWG, there were other fatalities from nuclear power. Remind me to tell you about the grave in Arlington National Cemetery that you aren't allowed to be around for more then a few minutes at a time and the lead sarcophagus that lies there.
((...
News to me.))
Wake up. Try to remember what went on so I don't forget.
You wake up. The last thing you remember is that amp specialist and a big rock falling on...oh dear. You're pretty sure you died there.
((Well, we'd need to improve locker security. Or, if it's good enough already, sleep easily.))
((Or give it to the AM and have her regulate it. I don't see why that would be so much of a problem.))
((In my last turn, I was going to let Miya confiscate that machine until he knew what to do with it. Decided against it because I wanted to know if GWG would be revived or not, but now that I think about it again, there's no way in hell he'd witness something like this and not take action.))
Miyamoto turns to Pancaek, holding the unconscious child.
"Hey, would you hand him over to me? I wanna get to the bottom of this.
Also, while you're at it, could you please go get that 'pill machine' he apparently used? Before he, or someone else, tries something like that again."
Take Grate from Pancaek. See if he wakes up, and hold him down if he does (don't hurt him of course, just keep him from moving).
Also take that pill machine if Pancaek manages to get it this turn.
If that thing Xan spawned happens to move into view, burn it away completely with manip.
((I see you gave Miya a +1 to int in his last turn. Shouldn't that be +2 (one from stats, one from avatar?) and if yes, would that impact the quality of the C4?))
You pluck grate out of pancaek's arms and hold him down with one finger. That pill machine is still in the locker room, at least thats where it was last seen.
Xan's demon spawn is no where to be seen.
wake up, look around, and ask.
"mrow?"
You wake up in the infirmary, laying in a bed. Your chest hurts and there are flesh stitches running from your collarbone and down maybe 5 inches. You are very confused.
Pan stiffens as the AM pats him on the shoulder.
"She just up and went and got him out of the maws of oblivion....astonishing"
"That's all good and well, but what the hell are we gonna do with the brat?"
"I don't rightly kn-"
"Hey, would you hand him over to me? I wanna get to the bottom of this.
Also, while you're at it, could you please go get that 'pill machine' he apparently used? Before he, or someone else, tries something like that again."
"Whelp, there you have it"
"We get to go and retrieve our WMD before the psychopathic magpies get to it. Sorry, your allies get to it."
"Sure thing chief, try not to break him, would you."
Hand grate over to Miyamoto. Go to Grate's locker and see if the machine is somewhere over there. If the locker is locked, use amps to open it up. If I still have not found it by then, ask Steve to the machine's location. Also, resend email to AM professing my admiration and humble request for apprenticeship
You search around the locker room for a while before finding the pill machine. It appears slightly damaged, the screen is cracked and the casing looks like it was stepped on. You hand it over to miyamoto regardless.
The user you are trying to reach has set their pad to sleep mode.
Stacy dances in Nyars' direction.
"Say, good sir, did you notice that there's a dead fellow in that kiosk over there? I would assume he asked too many questions, being a scientist or boffin of some description. Perhaps you saw who eliminated the poor bugger? Or maybe how I could get into the science lab? I'd be glad to corroborate whatever story you came up with."
Ask decidedly too many questions of Nyars.
((I secretly hoped the AM would get killed or something. That would have been an interesting twist.))
Nyars looks like he's about to speak, then sighs. Without looking at you he indicates a hole in the far wall and the trajectory of the debris that caused it, straight through into Kiosk.
Then he shakes his head in dismay about having to point such things out.
make sure i still have dynamic bonus, attach cameras.
If successful, charge scalp attachment bonus.
If unsuccessful, rage.
[4+1]
You attach your cameras and begin considering how to attach the scalp of another person without any medical tools or anti-rejection drugs.
((Hey, if Simus gets the job of Hephaestus Administrator but also gets to do it remotely from the Sword, she might be able to arrange such an Engineering Corps and Workshop area (and keep the latter fully stocked).))
(( As a potential member of the medical tech portion of any engineering corps, I support this motion 
))
At this point, I think the missions of old have been replaced by "Survey damage", "Find survivors", and "Silence witnesses".
(( Two of those sound suspiciously conflicting
Also....))
You shrug and jitter bug over to the labs. The massive blast doors are still sealed, though they're pot-marked with damage. The guy at the kiosk near the doors is dead. Or at least you would assume so; sort of hard to see into the booth with all that blood and brain matter splattered over the inside of the glass.
Nyars is standing around nearby, trying to look like he wasn't complicit in any of this.
(( Wat. ))
Right. Well, tell us what needs doing, Steve. I'm up for some diagnostic work, just say the word.
Chat at Steve, head off to do what he says needs doing
>My control of the facility is fairly damaged at this point. We'll have to send in people on foot to document it and get the repair crews running. We'll probably have to use the crew of the sword in this as well. Wait a moment, I'll get the rest of the team briefed. Lars looked dumbstruck at the arm. A holy relic! Here, in his arms! Cameras, whatever, what about a hermetically sealed box?
"Thy will be done, Most Glorious Steve! I will do as you command!"
Take pictures of arm with suit camera in suitably dramatic backgrounds.
The guy at the kiosk near the doors is dead. Or at least you would assume so; sort of hard to see into the booth with all that blood and brain matter splattered over the inside of the glass.
((Nooooooo! He was cool.))
How the fuck did Auburn manage to get a 109-yard touchdown?))
((By Alabama getting complacent on a FG kick.))
At this point, I think the missions of old have been replaced by "Survey damage", "Find survivors", and "Silence witnesses".
(( Two of those sound suspiciously conflicting
((You mean "complimentary" right?))
Hard to find any more dramatic of a back ground then a damaged starship full of injured soldiers!
You take plenty of pictures, including some of injured crewmen holding it. YAY!
((Oops.))
Shift into a form more suited for battle. A dragon would be nice.
A part of me just gained sentience before scuttling off somewhere. We should go hunt it down before it gets to some flesh reserves and starts growing.
Someone should shut down the food intake thing for now.
[will:3+1]
Beginning transformation.
((Oops.))
Shift into a form more suited for battle. A dragon would be nice.
A part of me just gained sentience before scuttling off somewhere. We should go hunt it down before it gets to some flesh reserves and starts growing.
Someone should shut down the food intake thing for now.
Find this thing. Burn it until it is dead. Use molotovs.
You chase the thing down the hall and light a molotov.
[uncon:4]
You hurl the makeshift bomb at the skittering flesh horror, and it lands beside it, exploding in a burst of flame. The thing is engulfed in fire, screeching horribly. Despite being on fire it manages to keep moving, though greatly slowed.
((Nooooooo! He was cool.))
((I'm very disappointed Grate didn't actually die but a friendly random NPC did.))
"About time to begin silencing witnesses, then."
Poke the growth again with the glove and make the skin get back to normal whether it works or not. Put upper arm armor back on and leave the ship to start scanning for witnesses.
If any is found and rapid response is needed, spew forth paralysis gas.
>OI, MILNO, GET IN HERE!Steve shouts down the hall. Hmm. You go join him in the Briefing room.
[will:5+1]
The glove gives you a burst of information too great and too fast to be comprehensible.
[will:4+1]
But you do manage to retract the fin into your body and reseal your suit.
"Dammit legs, why must you betray me? Little help here?"
Rest brain. Try not to get eaten by mini-Xan.
You shout for someone to help you and wait to see if they actually do.
You're getting some feeling back in your legs at least.
Patrol around with a datapad, making a list of all the broken stuff for Steve. Do something useful!
You head to the briefing room instead because...meta senses tingling.
((Grate would have been working on practical stuff if he hadn't been overcome with inferiority!))
((Note to STEPHEN HAWKING, do not let IC shit affect judgement))
"I only promise to try, man behind the curtain."
STEPHEN HAWKING decides he should have picked a better time and tells the doctor "sorry, I'll come back with it when you're not swamped with people who don't know how to not be hit."
He then heads out down the hall, sees Grate in the arms of a Giant Metal Man and resolves to give the child a proper disciplining as soon as he regains consciousness. Which isn't right now, so he instead turns to the guy raiding his locker. "I assume you're here to prevent further episodes?"
You go give grate a good talking to about not breaking the laws of physics too often otherwise the space police will come to get him.
Upon receipt of Xan's message, Simus pulls out her generator-modded laser rifle and stands guard outside the medbay. If the rogue Xantoid approaches, she incinerates it with a high-power, high-diffusion shot.
You sort of half heartedly walk down the hall, see the xannling and proceed to stamp it into a pile of meat before heading off to the briefing room. As you walk away someone runs over and spike a moltov into the remains.
Sean gets up off of the floor in front of the pod and goes looking for something that can explain why there are so many flashing lights.
In the future, make sure to Bold any action you have, otherwise I might miss it.
Also, make sure to delete or strike through any action you don't want to do, don't just post later in the thread about changing it. Because I'll do the first one anyways if not deleted or struck through. This thread is too big for me to be messing with stuff like that.
You wander, naked, into the hall, through darkened passages and flashing red lights. The first person you meet is a man who thrusts a severed arm into your grasp, takes a picture of your confused, mildly frightened expression and then runs off down the hall yelling something about the coming of the space gods.
...Informative...
Upon recieving Xan's message, Denzel goes to the entrance to the hanger and stands guard to keep watch for the mini-xan, monoatomic sword in hand and combi-weapon ready to go. Cycle vision modes.
No sir, you go to the briefing room.
"gained sentience..... wandered off...hungry why? this is ridiculous! once caught and contained then I will have to clean up whatever remains! aghhhh.... oh hello... uh? person I see you have prepared to deal with Mr Jello's "thing", I'll be right back... "
go down the hall and grab mining laser from where I( presumably) left it propped up against a wall nearby, but not in the way of cleanup, drag back to infirmary doors while whistling show-tunes, continue mop up as necessary
You push the laser down the hall with a great deal of difficulty, but eventually end up at the infirmary doors.
Then someone grabs you and takes you to the briefing room.
Teal gave a shrug and went to fix the bodywork on the blackship
NOPE BRIEF
That can get fixed later.
Anton looks around the place, admiring his new extremities. He gets off the bed and stretches a little.
"Well, crisis is a crisis. Limb replacement break over, back to work."
Correlate with, and assist, any active groups performing damage assessment and repair in the ex-HMRC quarters of the Sword.
Attempt not to fall due to rollerblade feet too much.
BRIEF
Help anyway I can. Or at least stay out of the way and do not harm anybody.
BREEEEIF
((Oops.))
Shift into a form more suited for battle. A dragon would be nice.
A part of me just gained sentience before scuttling off somewhere. We should go hunt it down before it gets to some flesh reserves and starts growing.
Someone should shut down the food intake thing for now.
"You'd think we could go a ####ing hour without ####ing incidents."
Go hunt the abomination of science this Xan created.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 7; Int 4; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 9; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle; 3 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me, right now)
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.
Thank the space gods that someone had molotovs all built and ready.
BREIF
((Whew, just finished reading all the posts that happened in two days I was offline. Speaking of which, my internet availability is going to be quite sporadic for several days, unfortunately. Good thing the original mini-missions went down the sink, I guess.
@GM Did they, really? What is about Jack, is he now lost forever, or will we still launch the rescue mission?
On topic of staying on Hephaestus: Maurice certainly still longs for peaceful days of his retirement, yet the highly-industrialised landscape of the planet doesn't really appeal to him. Sure, green domes and parks are likely available, yet he'd rather wait for a chance of settling on a more rural planet. That and staying with the 'Corps for the moment. That said, he'd be very eager to keep in touch with Simus and do joint research and tinkering from aboard the Paracelsus's Sword.
Oh, and, quite predictably, I support the creation of the Engineering Corps (esp. including the medical branch). Go tinker addicts! ))
Go bug-flesh-abomination hunting, the Instrument and the twitch-star in hand. Make sure to suit up before that, though.
YOU GONNA GET BRIEFED SON
Crawl out of stasis pod. Cough up goo in lungs, put on clothes. Observe surroundings.
I don't have a sheet for you. Did you post one? Can you repost it, if you did? I must have missed it.
((Just reread some of the stuff the AM has done. Anyone else feel like organising a cult centred on her?))
((Well, Brother Lars already considers her an apostle of Steve, so that could count as partway there. You have met Brother Lars, right?))
((No.))((If you keep it G-rated, I doubt she would mind. She had no trouble enabling Lars.))
((Glorious.))
(You've met him now.)
>Alright.Steve is shouting so that everyone, even those not in the room can hear him.
It's time to get down to new business. Grate sorta messed up reality there, not to mention our facility. Luckily it's just the admin building, so there's not too much complex machinery in it. Some stuff connected through the bottom floors, but still. So, New plans.
Simus, If you have no objections, I'm going to make you Overseer of the planet. I need someone technically minded down here to keep things running and make decisions. As such, you're gonna be lead in the survey crew. We need people to out and survey the damage to the building, any other systems and any anomalies that are inhabiting the area now. Grab yourself a few people; preferably those built for mobility and with some capacity to move rubble. I expect you're gonna end up in some rather precarious and dangerous places. Probably no need for soldiers, on your part. Also, start thinking about if you want to keep anyone on planet with you when we go. Don't take too many, but you might want a few people. Hopefully someone to handle PR better then your frigid self, no offense.
Lars, I need you to lead some diplomats into the deep parts of the building to try and bring the survivors out and get them to join us. Might not be easy, considering the state of things. You can take some of Miyamoto and Jim's combat teams if you want, though the sight of them might harm negotiations.
And Milno. A sad fact of what just happened is that we can't let witnesses to the Armory Master go flapping their gums all over the internet. I need at least one member of Joker team with both the other parties, to take care of witnesses, should it come up. Relax, we're gonna be using memory erasing drugs, not bullets.
Jim and Miyamoto, you and your combat teams are gonna be doing a combination sweep of the area and planning offensive positions. This planet is too important for them to just use planet killers to wipe us out. They're gonna try and come in and retake the facilities. We have to make sure they can't do that.
And finally, anyone with good technical skills, we have more then enough stuff that's broken that needs fixing.
Team leaders, choose your teams. We'll equip you once you're ready. 
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