That was actually a mini-roll. But here goes something.
Roll 34Name: Russano Neskratt
Race: Aldros II, Unknown Origin
Abilities: (Active)
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Breeze of Life -
Flash Portal -
Lightning Bolt -
Twisted Transistor - -
Spell Flux [1/2] -
Universal Clock II -
I Like These Odds (Toggle)Traits: -
Diplomat -
Ironmind -
Warlock -
PsiboundInventory: x
Torque x
Ceremonial Battle Robe +
Old Century Royal Guard Suit -
Black Clothing +
Bandages (clothing) (8/8) -
Holo-President -
Lesser Warp Crystal +
Corsair Rapier +
NightfallConditions:Miniquests:New Power: Cleanse all debuffs (1/5 successful casts)
Name: Russano Neskratt Kenjaro
Race: Cyrian
Abilities: -
Cellular Regeneration -
Martial TranceTraits: -
Bloodlust -
Martial Focus -
Rifles are for CowardsInventory: -
Ultrasonic Axe +
Nanosteel Combat Armor - 1x Shotgun Magazine
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"Devourer" Rock Drill +
NametagConditions:Miniquests:None
Name: Davis Theul
Race: Edgeworlds, Sirian Father
Abilities: -
Telepathy [0/3] - -
Interference Wave[/color]
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Tagging (Passive)Traits: -
Military Training -
Electrician -
Chemist (1/3) -
Tactician -
Never Bring a Knife to a GunfightInventory: +
Marktan Combat Armor -
TR4 Assault Rifle (30/30) (Plasma Rounds) (3x Plasma Spray Loaded) -
2x 30 Round Plasma Cartidge Magazine -
1x 20 Round Plasma Spray Cartidge Magazine -
R341 Rocket Gun (2/2) -
Handyman's Tools -
S1200 (15/15) -
2x Pistol Magazine - Cryogenics Bay Keys
Miniquests:Experience Trait: Directed Energy Weapons (1/5 4+ rolls or practice turns)
Name: Ryan
Race: Unknown
Abilities: -
Pyrokinesis [0/3] -
Technopathic [0/3] -
Healing -
BurnoutTraits: -
Backtrack -
Perception -
Instant Reflexes -
Lack of Common Sense -
AmnesiaInventory: +
Old Century Royal Guard Suit +
Modern ClothesConditions:Miniquests:Discover Power: Ra---o--
Name: Dominic Zoshan
Race: Ross/Polarian
Abilities (Human Form): -
Geokinesis [1/3] - -
Discipline of FormTraits (Human Form): -
Gentleman (1 Gentleman Points) -
Duelist -
PoliteAbilities (Myslef Form): -
Metallokinesis [0/3] --
Seismic Slam --
Bladestorm -
Entropy LeechTraits (Myslef Form): -
Epicenter of Rage (0 Fury)Inventory: +
Gunberd - 20x Gunberd Round
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Armored Trenchcoat and Top Hat -
Repair Kit - 3x Large Paper Cup
-- Popcorn
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=Granite Dagger= - Cryogenics Bay Keys
Conditions:Miniquests:None
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HEN, AKA Dominic ZoshanZoshan watched as the miners conducted emergency procedures, deactivating the mining equipment and lining up like schoolchildren. The miners were not following orders directly from guards over their shoulders--rather, the presence of a few heavily armed soldiers with quad-miniguns compelled them to follow their orders. Dominic noted that the workers were heading up to the ground floor (the floor he was on) and that a small group of guards were coming in from behind him.
One guard turned and shouted to Dominic:
"Security breach! Nobody's allowed outside of the lobby without escort. Please head back inside."--
Unholy_Pariah, AKA KenjaroKenjaro was one of the first to drop his drill and look up when he heard the blasts. He was worried about what this could mean for him and his coworkers.
The day he was captured and brought here he witnessed the guards executing all non-valuable personnel following the destruction of a tug attempting to undock with the station. He heard from rumors and chatter that this what what happened every time the station couldn't find a probable cause for the sabotage. He wasn't about to let his quest end here though. Not without a fight, at least.
"Attention miners!" he heard over the intercom.
"Please assemble in the training room this time around. We will begin questioning in five minutes." Kenjaro dusted himself off and lined up with the rest of the workers. The enforcers closed in on the floors where the blasts occured, so maybe, he thought, he could slip away unnoticed. He saw that he could stand behind a cart full of ore in one of the deeper mining shafts. Alternatively, he could hide in one of the empty ore carts or in the seat of one of the cranes, provided nobody saw him and drew attention to him.
If he followed the crowd, he feared he would be killed like the rest of his workers would be if there was no conclusive evidence. Perhaps someone would take the blame so that the others would be spared.
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superBlast, AKA RyanHaving stumbled over to Russano's table to keep up the drunk act, Ryan leaned against the wall and watched the doors, eager to get moving. He didn't know whether or not Dominic knew what he was doing, despite his act being impeccable.
A suited man and his escort entered from the barracks. They looked around, stopping when they saw Ryan and Russano in their armor. The man came up to the table and introduced himself.
"Greetings. I am James Wallace, overseer of this facility. I presume you are our dear visitor Azobos?" he said to Russano based on the decorations Russano had placed on his suit.
Russano merely nodded.
"Very well. Follow me to the conference room. There will be gravity there, so you may want to take your armor off before it becomes difficult to."The escort held out an arm toward the barracks entrance.
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Maxinum McDreich, AKA Davis Theul"Just in time," Davis said out loud.
Davis wasn't really sure what was going on. He thought at first that Dominic had gotten himself into a bad situation, so he decided he should probably listen to the guard's radio chatter to see what they're occupied with. Mr. Wallace's escort seemed like a good candidate, but with the current state of his powers he could only tell that there was, in fact, a lot of radio chatter going on as the escort was listening, but not really paying attention to most of it.
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Caellath, AKA Russano NeskrattRussano got up. He immediately noticed a guard captain escorting a journalist back to the docks.
"You don't understand! Humanity deserves to know what's going on here!""I've had enough of these PERNICIOUS DEPRECATIONS!"The captain slowed down and punched the reporter in the chest, launching him across the floor and into a table. The captain stopped and examined her gloves, which were lightly splattered with blood from the journalist's nose.
"Overseer, I will be wiping the security tapes shortly. I hope you don't mind, we have had far too many leaks recently and I have been thinking about doing it for a while. They're not encrypted like the central database." she said to Mr. Wallace.
"How long will it take?""About thirty minutes." she replied, before walking over to the crippled journalist and dragging him into the barracks where the infirmary probably was.
"Alright, I am looking into upgrading our hardware soon so that it doesn't take as long in the future." the overseer said as the captain left.