"LAAAAAAYZAAAAAAR!"
Ragequit by ways of turning the bar into a sun.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 10; Int 6; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 4; Unc 0; Exo 12; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle (fired once); 7 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me); white skin-tight node-covered black-shell stasis suit worn under Mk II.
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. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.
You Grimace and then spam your Amp with thoughts of "BURN IT ALL!" and a continuous string of 9's like Yoko Ono on crystal meth. You get to see the room start to melt like something out of Dali's nightmares before the simulation kicks you out as you summon a sun into the center of your skull.
"What is in kits? Will you show? Or maybe tell if can't show? Better if you show, I do not know terms so good."
Ask about the contents of the kits. Hopefully get a demonstration.
After that, inquire as to the prices for basic tools - screwdrivers, hammers, crowbars, knives, files, wrenches, paints, brushes, awls. If free, obtain along with box.
And then, a question:
"How can get tokens?"
"The basic kit is a portable hammer space with anything you need to fix minor problems, but with a limited number of uses. Thats what the card says, not sure what it means, but there you go."
You buy it and get the tools from your list for free.
"I'll give you a token if you stop talking like that." She says, rubbing her temples.
Jim will just bullrush the group right back, hoping to scatter and down them with his own charge. If successful, it's time to be Bully Demise.
The group and you just sort of slam into each other; three of them go down and one of those three is stomped on as you run over him, breaking his arm and jaw. The other two you manage to unwittingly scoop up and carry with you, bugs pressed to the windshield of your arms and shoulders. There's a building just ahead, wall of plate glass leading into a lobby with some superflous decorative columns and a low metal sign in desk.
Ulrich Leland. Location: Hangar --> Rec room
Crew of this place have a rather pessimistic view of future...
Happily confirming new possible sources of income and totally ignoring the giant robot he leaves hangar and heads to armory to check available equipment.
Lasers, gauss cannons, LESHO rifles, megaton charges... Ok, this is definitely not the labor camp I was supposed to go, more like a specialized military branch. Although there is some really sweet pieces of equipment.
"Hey. This doesn't seem to be the labor camp I was supposed to go. Could you tell me where this is?"
Ask AM.
Head to Rec room and see two easy targets (Jim and Chin I think). Pickpocket 1 token from Chin and 2 from Jim if it seems safe. If intended victims notice, claim I was admiring their relevant bodypart.
Regardless of the result, go watch TV, perhaps some security related show? It's never good to fall behind times.
Name: Ulrich Leland
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short dark brown hair. Brown eyes. Lightly tanned. 174 cm height, slender, built more for dexterity than raw strength. Missing two front teeth.
Personal information: Thief. That's what he is. Driven by his desire for wealth (of others), he started his trade early as a pickpocket. Soon he moved on to easy burglaries and eventually to high value heists. His demise was to join a group of thieves, successful but short-lived.
In wake of their success the group became too proud and careless and started to make mistakes, such as failing to notice hidden security cameras. The last mistake was attempt to steal jewelry from a one of richest men in the city. Security had noticed their scouts eyeballing the mansion and prepared a trap to caught group in action.
Normally such criminal activity would be punished by 15 years of forced labor, but the victim happened to have connections with judges and law-enforcement and arranged much worse punishment for the thieves: the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Multiple robberies
Stats
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 5 (+1/3)
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 0 (-1)
Willpower: 5 (+1/3)
Skills
Speech: 0 (-1)
Intuition: 2 (+1)
Handiwork: 0 (-2)
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 1 (+1)
Exotic weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech: 0 (-1)
Profession: Mercenary (Unconventional)
Carried (Hammerspace)
- HMRC standard clothes
- 5 tokens
| Locker |
"ARM. Formerly HMRC. This machine kills Empires.
Your rec-room antics have...problems. Chin appears to be ending his sim in the VR machine, so he's too mobile and Jim...Jim is naked. You nave no idea where he's keeping his tokens and you're rather reluctant to just start jamming your hands into orifices in search of them. Especially since he has the type of
buttocks which could casually tear your hand off.
So instead of plumbing the depths of Jim's...spaces, you head over to the tv and sit down. Security related shows huh? Like FBI's most wanted or something talking about security systems? Because that second one is probably gonna be harder to find.
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