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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Kedly]

A little bit of catch up is always nice, but I can "hit the ground running" if I have to, it would probably fit with my character anyways, as I doubt he would really know what is going on? Soo, I should think of bolded actions as dice rolls? Is that a valid way of looking at it?

((The basics of what I have so far is that, overall plot is these missions used to be a way to kill off dissenters and criminals, but person/computer? In charge of assigning these missions has since started up a revolution and is now trying to overthrow the old power. What I have got on the current mission is we are boarding some ships, and since everyone has already been launched out, my character cant actually personally participate, but he can bark orders to clone/child bred soldiers to help finish out the rest of the mission))


Vincent puts on his clothing and wanders out of the room, looking to find someone who knows what is going on.

[Corsair]

((Its a shame that may isn't around to do the usual meet and greet in her own insane way))

[piecewise]

http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=137514.0
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Yoink]

Jobasio stirs, eventually, his eyes flicking open just as he shifts and slides off the edge of his bunk.
His legs tangle in the stained, crusty sheets as he lands heavily on the floor with a thump. "Oof."

Dragging himself to his feet with a somewhat dazed expression, he wipes matted hair out of his eyes and staggers in the direction of the Rec room, making his way to the nearest computer, waking it up and jabbing sluggishly at the keys. In the nude, obviously.

>Regain consciousness, suppress memories, order space-pizza.

Cheese, tomato paste and onion. And some peppers. That's it. Order a few pizzas, actually- and a few loaves of garlic bread.

[piecewise]

Wake up.
Status check.

You've been stored in the barracks until your brain came back. Current situation is we've shot a bunch of silly people out of a cannon and they are now meandering through the enemy ships.

"Must remember to study up on homophones before my next mission. Let's see what else this guy has got."

Jim keeps watching. If the TV remote has a 'Guide' feature, check and see if this is part of a marathon.

It seems this is the 80's action movie network so you're pretty much set.

The end of the movie comes up fairly quickly when the muscle bound hero confronts the generically evil rich badguy at his massive texas ranch. The bad guy, in the middle of a barbeque, is too scared to move as he sees the hero approaching, holding a pair of nunchucks made from the severed heads and spines of the villain's henchmen. The villain similes nervously and asks "How do you like ya ribs?", indicating the meat cooking on the grill.

"Broken." the hero replies, before slamming the man's face down onto the grill and crushing his torso by repeatedly closing the lid on it.

Carry over command of sod team H to Swordsmith's char.

Check if it would be possible to shoot the last two sod teams at another ship (one that hasn't been boarded yet) to try and take another one for ourselves.

Sure, thats possible.

A little bit of catch up is always nice, but I can "hit the ground running" if I have to, it would probably fit with my character anyways, as I doubt he would really know what is going on? Soo, I should think of bolded actions as dice rolls? Is that a valid way of looking at it?

((The basics of what I have so far is that, overall plot is these missions used to be a way to kill off dissenters and criminals, but person/computer? In charge of assigning these missions has since started up a revolution and is now trying to overthrow the old power. What I have got on the current mission is we are boarding some ships, and since everyone has already been launched out, my character cant actually personally participate, but he can bark orders to clone/child bred soldiers to help finish out the rest of the mission))


Vincent puts on his clothing and wanders out of the room, looking to find someone who knows what is going on.

Well, that depends on your idea of what "Someone who knows whats going on" looks like. In your first few minutes of wandering around, you see a lady in a kiosk, a shady looking guy standing against a wall with a box beside him. and a rather scary looking 4 armed alabaster statue of a man watching 80's action movies on tv.

Jobasio stirs, eventually, his eyes flicking open just as he shifts and slides off the edge of his bunk.
His legs tangle in the stained, crusty sheets as he lands heavily on the floor with a thump. "Oof."

Dragging himself to his feet with a somewhat dazed expression, he wipes matted hair out of his eyes and staggers in the direction of the Rec room, making his way to the nearest computer, waking it up and jabbing sluggishly at the keys. In the nude, obviously.

>Regain consciousness, suppress memories, order space-pizza.

Cheese, tomato paste and onion. And some peppers. That's it. Order a few pizzas, actually- and a few loaves of garlic bread.

The estimated time of delivery is 30-50 years, and the cost is...wow thats a lot of zeros. Maybe you should just ask the armory master. She seems willing to give anyone anything they want...to a degree.

[Yoink]

The estimated time of delivery is 30-50 years, and the cost is...wow thats a lot of zeros. Maybe you should just ask the armory master. She seems willing to give anyone anything they want...to a degree.

 
((Good idea. I shall do just that.))

Clothe myself, then stroll over to the Armoury.

"Excuse me, miss, but would it be at all possible for me to quickly re-enter stasis sleep for, say, thirty to fifty years?"

Ask that. Deadpan.

[Radio Controlled]

Of the ships remaining, is there one still in good view of the man-cannon? If yes, aim gauss cannon with sod boarding pods at that ship.

(Gonna launch remaining teams next turn, so people can request backup if they need it instead of taking an extra ship.)

[Kedly]

Yep, deciding to sleep with a magister's daughter was one of the stupidist idea's I have had. After shaking his head at this self realisation/confirmation, Vincent walks up to the woman at the kiosk and asks "Where am I? What is this place?"

[Devastator]

Hmm..

Become a NPC.

It should be better than 'just idle around braindead.'

[Beirus]

So this is where my character sheet was supposed to go.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jason Caldwell
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands at 6 feet in height, with fair skin and a lean frame. He has brown hair and eyes, and a scraggly, brown beard. His default expression is one of determination, although what he is determined to do is anyone’s guess.
Personal information: Jason had a rather normal life growing up. He never did anything extraordinary or had anything extraordinary happen to him, but he always had a desire to see other places and adventure. When he turned 18, he thought that joining a group of mercenaries would be a good way to travel. Luckily, this life choice was not too bad for him, and he managed to get through the next seven years without any serious incident or injury. However, after seven years he managed to make a mistake that changed his life. While drinking with some of his buddies at a bar, he managed to get into a fist-fight with some arrogant punk. He was too drunk to remember anything that was said, but he remembered breaking the guy’s nose and being in jail before he had even sobered up. How was he supposed to know that the punk he fought was a Magister’s son? Well, that little mistake landed him a forced deployment to the HMRC. Or what was once the HMRC, anyways.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Assault Attempted Murder, apparently
Stats
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 3
Willpower: 5
Skills
Speech: 0
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 0
Unconventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech:1
Profession: Mercenary (+1 to intuition and exotic weapons, -1 to medical tech and handiwork)

As for my first action:
Get some clothes on. Because walking around a strange ship nude, while liberating, is also cold.
Wander around and find the shadiest looking person, then ask what they are selling. Because shady people always sell the best stuff.

[Nikitian]

Ohhh, my head. What was that?.. A rather nasty concussion, I guess.
Steve, how has the ground battle has fared? It appears as though it's over. Are any of your defensive installations in need of immediate repairs? What about the wounded?
Ask Steve. Wander through the halls of the Sword towards my footlocker and regain my posessions. Check if the suit have been punctured or damaged.

[piecewise]

The estimated time of delivery is 30-50 years, and the cost is...wow thats a lot of zeros. Maybe you should just ask the armory master. She seems willing to give anyone anything they want...to a degree.

 
((Good idea. I shall do just that.))

Clothe myself, then stroll over to the Armoury.

"Excuse me, miss, but would it be at all possible for me to quickly re-enter stasis sleep for, say, thirty to fifty years?"

Ask that. Deadpan.

"Yes."

She points her finger at you like a gun and pantomimes recoil while saying "Bang." Everything goes black.

Of the ships remaining, is there one still in good view of the man-cannon? If yes, aim gauss cannon with sod boarding pods at that ship.

(Gonna launch remaining teams next turn, so people can request backup if they need it instead of taking an extra ship.)

Just a heads up, there's always the chance that one of these shells might hit a team already in there. Thats a possibility. Also, hitting one of those ships is gonna be a bit harder now that they've pulled back, so there's a higher chance of failure.

Failure in the sense that someone falling off a 12 story building and landing head first on an upturned crowbar.

So...I dunno bro, you still wanna do it? Because there's always the chance you might hit some team. I dunno bro. You want their hypothetical blood on your big synthy hands.

Yep, deciding to sleep with a magister's daughter was one of the stupidist idea's I have had. After shaking his head at this self realisation/confirmation, Vincent walks up to the woman at the kiosk and asks "Where am I? What is this place?"

"A space ship." The woman says. "Hey, would you do me a favor and drag that to the stasis pods in the barracks?" She points to a seemingly dead man laying on the ground.

Well apparently this is happening.

Hmm..

Become a NPC.

It should be better than 'just idle around braindead.'

Understood.

So this is where my character sheet was supposed to go.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jason Caldwell
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands at 6 feet in height, with fair skin and a lean frame. He has brown hair and eyes, and a scraggly, brown beard. His default expression is one of determination, although what he is determined to do is anyone’s guess.
Personal information: Jason had a rather normal life growing up. He never did anything extraordinary or had anything extraordinary happen to him, but he always had a desire to see other places and adventure. When he turned 18, he thought that joining a group of mercenaries would be a good way to travel. Luckily, this life choice was not too bad for him, and he managed to get through the next seven years without any serious incident or injury. However, after seven years he managed to make a mistake that changed his life. While drinking with some of his buddies at a bar, he managed to get into a fist-fight with some arrogant punk. He was too drunk to remember anything that was said, but he remembered breaking the guy’s nose and being in jail before he had even sobered up. How was he supposed to know that the punk he fought was a Magister’s son? Well, that little mistake landed him a forced deployment to the HMRC. Or what was once the HMRC, anyways.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Assault Attempted Murder, apparently
Stats
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 3
Willpower: 5
Skills
Speech: 0
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 0
Unconventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech:1
Profession: Mercenary (+1 to intuition and exotic weapons, -1 to medical tech and handiwork)

As for my first action:
Get some clothes on. Because walking around a strange ship nude, while liberating, is also cold.
Wander around and find the shadiest looking person, then ask what they are selling. Because shady people always sell the best stuff.

You get yourself dressed in the nice gray uniforms available to you and then go talk to the shady looking guy hanging out near a big pair of blast doors. You ask what he's selling.

"Alien shit. Prototypes. Artifacts. Whatevers you wants. Small containers are 3. Medium are 5. Large are 8."

Ohhh, my head. What was that?.. A rather nasty concussion, I guess.
Steve, how has the ground battle has fared? It appears as though it's over. Are any of your defensive installations in need of immediate repairs? What about the wounded?
Ask Steve. Wander through the halls of the Sword towards my footlocker and regain my posessions. Check if the suit have been punctured or damaged.

>Everything is fine for now. Things went pretty well.


You get your stuff back out of the locker. It all seems perfectly intact and not smashed to shit or punctured or anything. Well, that's helpful.

[Grunhill]

((The wiki said to post my character sheet here?))

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Vincent Klart
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average build, Brown Hair, Green Eyes
Personal information: Flirtatious personality
Reason assigned to HMRC: (Caught in bed with a magister's daughter)
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 2
Skills:
Speech: 2
Intuition: 2 (except when it comes to flirting... then it is 0)
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 0
Auxiliary systems: 0
Medical tech: 0
Profession:Mercenary (Conventional Weapons Spec)

((The reason of your char's assignment to the HMRC reminded me of mine's. Gentlemen and, in special, ladies, we have a new perv in the house.  ))

[Nikitian]

Turn in the Mk II, the grenades pack and the MFM at the armory kiosk. Count the tokens I have on hand.

Ask the Armory Master for a bottle of Xeno Spit, a bottle of HMRC Standart and the painting supplies.
The battle is over, me not playing any role in it whatsoever... Time for rest and recollection.

[Beirus]

Ask that shady guy whether all boxes of one size are the same, or if they have other quallities to tell them apart. (Because using meta knowledge to just buy a medium red box with a heptagon and a vertical line would be bad.)