"If I was the terrorist, why would I be naked?"
Break away and run
You pose the question to the sergeant, "If I was the terrorist, why would I be naked?"
[2v3] You struggle ineffectually.
[2] "After seeing your pathetic lack of competence so far, I would come to the conclusion that you didn't know how to dress yourself."
[4] The two grunts relax.
Cool. Now to wait...When I get out, find them ingredients!
[2][?][?] You finally head into the kitchen, you are quickly intercepted by the head chef. A large man whoo, by his proportions, likes the comfort of a kitchen.
Fortunately for you, instead of being angry at your lateness, he just thinks that you are an idiot foreigner from one colony or another, slowly getting more and more obnoxious in his manner of speaking to you as time passes.
"You! Froggy! Next time call if you are gonna be late or get a map and learn to read en-ge-lisch.
Anyway I need a small traditional clay oven fabbed for one of the guests, he;s very peculiar about how flat his flat bread are made, did you get that? OV-EN! ." He begins to gesticulate crudely, and putting on an exaggerated accent .
"Apparently there's been a mishap." More wild gesticulations towards the sirens on the wall, most of which seem to be have been smashed. "But if they try and stop you getting through just tell them that they won't be fed tonight!" He stuffs his finger down his throat.
"Awe River!" He shouts as he shoves you back into the lift.
"Well whatever... Guess back to work. But no more lifts... don't trust those things any more."
Find some pain killers and take a few and then save some for later in case the effects where off too early. Then go back to my job dealing with the stowaway... except take as many stairs as I can to the vault rather then use a lift.
((Man... when am is my character gonna figure out the ship is on fire and being destroyed?))
[3] You find no painkillers in the open, you also avoid the robots like the pox/plague/etc.
[6]However, tucked away in a recession outside and along the hall, you find a cart used to ferry emergency patients or annoying hypochondriacs.
[3] You take a ramp here and there, but you find that to get to the vault that you will need to either get another lift, enter the exhausting and claustrophobic maintenance tunnels or take the ship apart.
"Sup, boet... let's get outta here... Lead on, dude."
Take the lift and get er... wherever the robot was headed. Try not to stroke it.
[5][3] You stop molesting the poor thing. However, you do escort it like a young child into the lift and manage, through painfully blunt language to the on board network, to find the section where the two rescue and containment teams are. A factory deck two floors above the devastation.
It seems to be clear apart from debris from the shockwave, which collapsed with part of the floor into the deck below, and what appears to be the aftermath of a small localised explosion.
The floor below could possibly be accessed if it wasn;t for the piled debris, the two teams are know clearing it manually.
What are you doing to me?
Struggle halfheartedly.
She stops feeling you up and leads you into the lift by one of your 'legs'
[4]You struggle against her grip like you had just risen from a forced reboot and recharge cycle.
You come to where the two teams are clearing an access route to the floor below.
...
[3] The station crew, now realising how ill prepared they are, work lazily and without drive.
[6] The answer by the Ship crew is once again an improvised charge.
[2][5][4] Which bounces up from the wreckage into the middle of the two teams. But it's a dud or otherwise not properly primed.
All parties sigh loudly.
Scapheap:Janitor
Gender:Male
Assignment: Janitor
Here’s a mop I guess MysteriousAccount: 0c
lawastooshort: Stacey Gubbins
Gender: Female
Assignment: Engineer
tools of the trade,
shock and trauma resistant suit Filthy Specialisation.
Violent Mechanist Heavy Spanner Plasma PickAccount: 0c
GreatWyrmGold: decap-420-J39JS-engin-025
Gender: Robotic; Gender association varies with personality chip and mood
Assignment: Engineer
A.I Robot . Hexopod Four armsAccount: 0cr
Greenstarfanatic:Jacques Fefére
Gender: Male
Assignment: Cook!
Chefs uniform Standard kitchen knife (Sharp) TravellerAccount: 0cr
superBlast: Reina
Gender: Female
Assignment: Security
Intimidating uniform.
Heavy Rail Pistol Casual Berserker Fully integrated prosthetic.
Account: 10cr
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