Look slightly confused at everyone and then introduce myself. "Hi guys. My name is Daineal, I'm new -if that's a good word to use- here."
Stuff like this doesn't really need to be bolded because there's not a lot I can do with that post. Besides fuck it up and make your character look silly.
You forgot me.
Ulrich Leland. Location: Rec room. Mission 5 replay, between houses 5 & 6
"Damn it!" Ulrich doesn't like being suprised. Whoever did that is going down!
Mow 4 seconds worth of laser at the general direction of assailant. If the enemy is still alive, finish it with Kinetic Amp. ((Should be nice blast with synthflesh arms.))
Get into "safety" behind my teammates.
Ask.
"Let's put it this way: is here any laws or rules? Or is it just plain anarchy? I could expect latter from ex-HMRC."
Stats | Value | Roll mods |
Strength | 5 | +1/3 |
Dexterity | 5 | +1/3 |
Endurance | 5 | +1/3 |
Charisma | 8 | +1/3 |
Intelligence | 0 | -1 |
Willpower | 12 | +2/3 |
What eyes can't see... |
Skills |
Speech | 0 | -1 |
Intuition | 2 | (+1) |
Handiwork | 0 | -1 (-1) |
Conventional weapons | 3 | +1/3 |
Unconventional weapons | 3 | +1/3 |
Exotic weapons | 3 | +1/3 (+1) |
Auxiliary systems | 3 | +1/3 |
Medical tech | 0 | -1 (-1) |
Profession: Mercenary (Exotic)
Inventory:
- Neural Amp
- Kinetic Amp
- Monoatomic Razor
- Laser Rifle (30/30), 1 extra battery
- Synthflesh arms (left & right)
- CamEyes (Left eye set to x-ray)
- MK II
Your assailant turns out to be thrak, who takes the laser with an amused grin on his skinned and re-fleshed face. He side steps your punch, letting the shockwave blast the windows out of a house across the street.
"Woah, bro! You wanna throw down?" He takes up a comical boxing stance "Because we can throw all or at least most of the down."
>You can do as you like for the most part. Though if you threaten the ship I will probably have to kill you."Interesting smokes. Thank you."
Light up a bluesmoke, huff some mind-altering substance and head over to the rec room. Notice man with free tokens and laser rifle to fix.
"Hey, is anyone here any good at fiddling with weapons and crap? Better than just gaffer taping parts onto 'em? I'm gonna chuck a generator on this laser rifle if I can. Anyone wanna help? I'll get the parts we need, you do the mucking around. Might be something in it for you if you don't fuck it up."
"You need help?" the Chief asks, her eyes lighting up as she notices the fellow with the rifle.
You take a lungful of blue tinged smoke and hold it for a few seconds before breathing out. The smoke drifts away, twitching slightly in a way not entirely natural.
That done, you head to the rec room for the purposes of making bank.
These people and I - Maurice made a circle with his right, fleshy arm - would like to visit your equivalent of Rec Room to meet the crew people of the Sword and learn more about you and other areas of the ship. We would also like to have a tour of the Sword on our way there, if possible.
Just what would be reasonable for us to see, Steve. I am really curious, and I think I'm not alone on this. I hope that would not be much?
Talk to the guy. And Steve.
>You're in good enough standing that I don't think there's really anything beyond my chambers and maybe the control room that I'd want to keep you out of. Though I also doubt you'd find the engine rooms or mass storage that interesting. What about a tour of the living areas, weapon control and maybe even the innards of a cannon? Grab all of them with the manip and just start bashing them into the alleyway's walls.
You manage to grab them all, but thats over a thousand pounds of separated and struggling meat to hold on to and it's tiring enough that your smashing attempts are a bit underpowered. You kill a few, injure others, but those that were near the center of the mass were shielded by the soft flesh of their cohorts. In all, five men are left charging toward you, and you're getting a pretty bad headache.
Exit vr.
"Hey Steve, do you have a shooting range on this ship where I can test this strange gun? Cause the only way I can test it with a vr machine is by shooting it at one."
Way to test Nyars gun?
Testing the gun can wait. Heph people want more data on the rapier. Sorry PW.
?
Look up to the Chief and nod.
"Yeah. It's not broken or anything, I just want it to not need batteries anymore. Thinking of whacking a generator on the damn thing. You reckon you could bung something like that together?"
Sambo looks at the Chief a little more closely.
"Actually, you know what a fucking generator is don't you?"
Sambo reloads the two bullets back into the civilian gauss sniper rifle while waiting for an answer
Reloading intensifies
"Yeah, fair enough then. Come with me and we'll see if the AM has all the stuff we need."
Sambo takes the laser rifle and the rest of his stuff and walks off to the AM's shop without waiting to see if the Chief follows.
To the shop you go.
"Yeah, fair enough then. Come with me and we'll see if the AM has all the stuff we need."
Sambo takes the laser rifle and walks off to the AM's shop without waiting to see if the Chief follows.
Follow while continuing to smoke. How do my feelings change as I go through 1-2 smokes?
You're feeling very calm, very collected, sort of disconnected from the current situation. Your objectives don't change, you just feel not much of anything about them anymore.
These people and I - Maurice made a circle with his right, fleshy arm - would like to visit your equivalent of Rec Room to meet the crew people of the Sword and learn more about you and other areas of the ship. We would also like to have a tour of the Sword on our way there, if possible.
Just what would be reasonable for us to see, Steve. I am really curious, and I think I'm not alone on this. I hope that would not be much?
Talk to the guy. And Steve.
I take a single step forward, and nod.
"mrow."
If/When he invites us to follow him, I will follow.
That draws a raised eyebrow and a confused look from the guy with the gun, but thats all.
Join the party going to the crew quarters. Han is very curious.
Aren't you already part of that group?
"I dunno. The Shackle just says I need to amputate a limb. I figure an arm would be a safe bet if it isn't too much trouble. Maybe we could see if the Armory Master has some painkillers and something sharp to cut it with. I could try it with a kitchen knife, but that might be a bit messy."
"Eh. No problem. Let's try the elbow down first, then from the shoulder if you need more."
Chop off my left arm just below the elbow.
I'll save you time and remind you that he needs to be the one to chop.
Ask Steve whether I got tokens from the mission where is shot at sods, got bombed and went vacant. Head to the armory.
"Hey, there. I'd like to requisition a roll of duct tape, A red marker pen and a megaphone."
I think you got paid, but I'm not sure if they were added to your total. Did you drop out halfway through that mission or something?
>Graciously thank Mesk retroactively for the token.
>Repeat my request of one cam eye from the Armoury Master, again offer her two tokens for it. Become distressed if she refuses. Either way, also ask for a tin lunchbox filled with various drugs.
Well whatever, eyeball for you.
And box of drugs
This just means I'll be aiming to shoot out one eye instead of two.
Join everyone.
"Hello, my name is Bartholomew Markov. I'm new here."
Who be everyone? Maurice and his group going for a field trip? Or just the people in the rec room?