”Bugger…” mumbled Gubbins, as she tried to work out whether she’d soiled herself before or after ruining the power for everyone else… ”Erm…”
Wander off to find what’s damaged. Fix it!
[3] You try to read the map, but it seems fuzzy for some reason. However, you do make it to the correct deck. There are several engineers rushing about trying to close off the systems connected to the power-drain. There are removed wall and deck panels everywhere as they try to dig deep into the wiring.
You decide to ask one of them for directions to the affected panel.
[1] "You're tha' imbecile that wrecked our operations and caused us all this work?! We prolly ain't going to be paid for this crap!" His face darkens with rage and he lashes out with a laser scalpel!
[2 v.2] By a hairs breadth he misses you!
[5] The other engineers seem content to let the man skin you on his lonesome and continue working.
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Suddenly a distant rumble can be heard and sirens blare up throughout the deck and your holo-pager beeps with abandon.
DAMMIT. UGH. See if I have a photographic memory and remember the map.
Your holo pager powers up it's now activated interface and you pot the map application.
[5]You manage to trace a decent route to the kitchen.
[3] However the lift nearest you can only get you as close to the crew quarters, but it'll be a short walk through the mess from there on.
Though you are suddenly distracted by a distant rumble, before a siren blares into your ear and your holo-pager goes haywire.
Uh... I didn't mean to to kill him... atleast not without a reason.... but extra money for it... well... I'll just forget whole the whole thing once it's over with. Yeah that's the best course of action hahaha...
When the lift finally arrives, use it to go to the vault. Though, check to to see that the atmosphere has returned before going in. After that, start looking for a body.
[2] The lift stops, but as you try to leave a beeps is heard and the doors refuse to open. It seems, that whilst you have access, the atmosphere hasn't been restored.
[2] You try and restore the atmosphere remotely, however it seems very complicated, requiring remote actions needing completed through out the ship.
[2] You decide to have the computer intervene, but it seems distracted.
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The lift erupts with an unholy wailing noise and starts moving at some speed.
"Why do I have to be everything?"
Look up specs of processor. See if we have a more powerful processor free for some reason. If so, uninstall the current processor and install the more powerful one, reminding whatshername of her orders if she complains at any point. If not, return a message of: "ERROR 10107: Processor not found."
[4] They have examples of the processors elsewhere in the ship, but are all currently in use.
You decide to check if you can have one made, [2] the fabbers do not have it programmed in.
You send a quick message to the HE about the problem but are suddenly interrupted by a loud blaring siren, and your holo-pager resets to a frantically beeping red holo-screen with an exclamation mark.
No matter still do it.
[3+1= 4] You have an idea and plug the leak with a dirty cloth, making you able to sweep up the fluids with your mop. It takes a few minutes, but you believe that the remaining stain is acceptable.
Now onto the leak. Whilst you aren't a certified engineer you believe that you have the aptitude for this task, no need to call up engineering or anything and get professional help, that would be way to easy.
You fire up the welder and start working around the dirty rag.
[1]It seems chemical infused cloths are flammable, who knew?
[4] Realising the danger, you barely manage to get into a crouch behind a large recently fabbed ceramic pot when the fabber blows.
[destruction level:6] Sending flaming liquids, fissionable material and shards of ridged metal in an expanding sphere of death, a horizontal shock wave shears machines and crates in two right across the area. The ceiling above is weakened by the almighty heat and collapses inwards, sending hapless factory workers to their deaths and feeding the hungry flames. The general area for half a mile seems to be in flames, the floor panels appear to be actually bubbling.
In your lowered profile you somehow manage to avoid the worst of the shrapnel, suffering only minor lacerations, but you got a small splotch of burning fluid on the upper section of your overalls
[Fire hunger: 5] It spreads like the plague through medieval Europe, the cloth of your overalls sucks up the fluid like a parched sponge, the capillary action spreading the burning death to encompass your entire right arm.
Ooops?
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[Ship attention: 5] Whilst the local sirens have been destroyed, alarms through out the ship are now blaring and the station has been alerted of the disaster on board. Security will begin evacuating the area in 1 turn
[Emergency response: 5] They are mobilising their emergency reaction crews. They will be on the scene in 2 turns.
Scapheap:Janitor
Gender:Male
Assignment: Janitor
Here’s a mop I guess Mysterious Arm.On.Fire!
Account: 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 arms
Account: 0cr
Greenstarfanatic:Jacques Fefére
Gender: Male
Assignment: Cook!
Chefs uniform Standard kitchen knife (Sharp) Traveller
Account: 0cr
superBlast: Reina
Gender: Female
Assignment: Security
Intimidating uniform. Heavy Rail Pistol Casual Berserker
Account: 0cr
Oh come on, you haven't even set off yet, that's my precious ship you philistines. =P
And sorry for the delay, it took me a while to decide how to play this out.
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