[Crowd impatience roll: 2] They look ready to kill, shift it. O.o
Check my pager
[?][?][Co-worker relationship roll: 1]
A holographic image of the Head Janitor matirialises.
A metalic voice plays as it forms "This is a recording."
The head Janitor is squat, mishapen and generally ugly.
" 'This the %£($*£ that cre'tivley sigh-nz iz ney-me az 'janitor'?
Well you be a twat and prolly a right little pooff.
Since you be such a waste o' lard, I'll see you off right quick, theres a spill o' flammable liquids somewhere in the man-ooo-factory, clean it up."
He flicks you off as he fades away.
Go on ahead and find a spot that's not in the way of everyone else. Then check my pager.
[5] You manage to find a spot free of potential angry crewmen.
[?][?][Co-worker relationship roll:5]
"This is a recording."
A gruff man, decked out in buckytube lined trans-newtonian liquid armour, fit similiarly like kevlar.* forms before you.
* (liquids that go spongey/semi-solid when hit, think of custard)
"Right miss, we have word that a impatient raffle winner or general stowaway has hidden himself somewhere in the ship. He is possibly armed and caution is advised. I appologise for lack of reliable information. Good luck"
”Blasting feckery,” thinks Gubbins, shooting a nasty look at the nearest person to visibly crinkle their nose at her, ”All these shiny suited eejits shouting and bustling… wonder if I’ll be able to make any spare credits busking on my off-shifts…”
Head down to a deck where something may need fixing and check pager on the way.
[5] Before you enter the ship you notice that the airlock has been vandalised rather crudley and will not be able to fuction,meaning that if the ship were to take off, it would very slowly oose out it's atmospere.
You flick on your pager.
"This is a recording"
[?][?][Co-worker relationship roll:6]
A very scantily clad and obiously drunk woman with long blond hair tied into two pony tails and wearing a pair of painsfully sheer stilletos forms before you.
"Heyo cutie *suggestive wiggle* I took alook at your profile when you joined up. Tasty!
Welp, there's been a report that one of the several hundred airlocks isn't working, can you fix it for me? *blow kiss*.
Byeeeeeee~!"
She fades out, leaving you consciously aware that three male crewmembers are gawking over your shoulder, drooling copiously.
You look towards the airlock. Huh, that was handy.
MAKE MY FAMOUS DISH. HEUR DE LA BLEUR.
[1]You set off deep into the ship, without taking one of the handy 'universal computer uplink' chips that were at the entrance, and without the map and voice guidence by the computer systems you get hopelessly lost in this megacity sized vessal.
[2] Looking around, you would guess that the dark, echoing hall a short elevator ride has brought you would be a storage bay of some sort. After turning a corner you come to a Fabrication Unit*. Hmmm, it seems to be leaking. You walk closer and slip on a oily substance.
*Fabbrication Units aka Fabbers, assemble the raw matirials produced by replicators into useful and wanted items.
[6]
You manage to grab one of the hoses nearby and catch yourself, unfortunatley, the person or machine responisble for loading this thing on seems to have accidently left the welder it's attached to alight. Probably to light a cig or something, typical.
In any case, the puddle catches.
[4] However, the stuff seems incredibly viscous, and the flame is spreading rather slowly.
Sorry, forgot I was in this.
Enter ship. Wonder why a robot has a pager--why anyone has a pager, actually, you'd think they'd be replaced by comm units or something. Regardless, check the pager once inside.
You wonder why you have a pager. [Knowlege:5+1] Why, it's built into you silly. <_<;
And calling a holographic mailing system a communicator wouldn't bee too accurate, especially untill you get the expected computer uplink chip at the entrance. Until then all you will be able to do is recieve transmistions .
You internally will the pager to activate.
[?][?][Co-worker relationship roll:2]
"This is a recording"
The scantalliy clad Chief Engineer appears once again.
However this time, she doesn't seem so jolly
"Oi, bolt face. Since you don't have a soul, can't love and %&*£, I'm giving you the nasty jobs.
One of the idiots that assembled this thing didn't wire up the navigation lights up correctley, and since you are a non-human, non- breathing and non-feeling husk, go fix 'em."
She promptly fades out.
Edit spellin' stuffs.
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 Account: 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 BerserkerAccount; 0cr
...Man all those low rolls.
I will be introducing a monetary sytem. Genral non-specific credit system for jobs and random good/bad crap done on the station.
Since there'll most likley a Fabber warden with a need of cash or an apathetic Armourer or two, it works out.
Of course, you coooould always steal shit. Who knows. Hehheh.
The starter missions, are to let you dive in, rest of the turns may not be this fast paced.
And man, bad rolls all round. Co-worker relationship is not turn variable, it needs to be worked at.
...Good luck.
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