Stop, drop and roll, then run away(sneakily).
You are on fire and standing in an area where the very air is undergoing combustion and sections of the floor are bubbling like a hot spring, so naturally you deicide to try and roll on said floor to put yourself out.
[2] Look at that, you are somehow still surprised that you are still on fire, must be the stress.
[6][6][6] It really must have gotten to you, because in a rare fit of unholy genius (c wut I did thar?) you tear every inch of flammable material from your body (i.e all of your clothing) and run towards the lift. Stragnley it survived the blast and upon entry rockets away from the carnage.
[1] Unfortunately for you, the ships computers seem to have noted your involvement, and possibly hold grudges, as the lift doors open to the main security barracks and a team of armoured, armed and very angry grunts.
You are naked.
You are no longer on fire.
I was reading the update and saw:
Suddenly a distant rumble can be heard and sirens blare up throughout the deck and your holo-pager beeps with abandon.
My thought was: OH GODS WHAT DID I DO?
But it wasn't me. Good, I still can't think of anything I've dermed.
Instead: SCAPHEAP! WHAT DID YOU DO?
Send message to the HE requesting permission to flee the ship and preserve the assets contained on my chassis.
[2] You get a negative monosyllabic audio reply.
[3] In fact, in addendum, you get updated orders to be the 'trailblazer' for the security team and the stations emergency response units by making sure all access points are accessible and free of debris.
[4]You feel that you could ignore these orders, but the thought makes you hesitate to do anything..
Whilst remaining resolutely dressed, wave arms in air, panic wildly, and run to the nearest secure area. Check pager and head to the site of the emergency in a desperate attempt to make amends for my terrible performance thus far.
[6] You panic, you panic hard. you panic so hard that [5] all the engineering staff also panic and head to the airlock on this deck that is attacked to the umbilical to the station.
You are now, secure in a deserted deck close to a clear exit.
[6] Wanting to help with whatever is going on, you tap the flashing warning coming from your holo-pager and get a report on the accident, down to the last atom displaced.
[2] You don't react well to large, all consuming explosive death, and lose all thought of helpfulness
[5] However your general mental and physical health isn't affected. You are just a self-absorbed, amoral coward. Good for you.
IGNORE IT. PEOPLE MUST GET THEIR FOOD.
[2] You lift reroutes itself as you prepared to exit.
[3] You can't override the controls, but you avoid negatively affecting vehicular safety.
[3]You also decide that going through the emergency hatch whilst the vehicle is moving is a bad Idea.
The lift erupts with an unholy wailing noise and starts moving at some speed.
((The first thought that came to mind was that the lift was malfunctioning and I'm moving at way beyond safety speeds. Also I'm assuming I don't hear any alarms since my you never wrote in my turn that alarms was going of or my pager was going off.))
Stop the lift with my secruity override and make it stop at the vault. Just wait there until the atmosphere comes back.
[4]It accepts your override, however it decide to come to a dead stop instead of returning.
[2]An error display appears when you try to renter the override, apparently it was single use, ironically for security reasons.
You pop the dorsal emergency exit to see if you can access one of the decks [1]Through as you climb up on top the lift shakes and starts moving.
[6] You fall back inside through the emergency hatch and [5][1] get caught by the right foot as the hatch closes. It is completely crushed and jellied.
[1]You hang there screaming [1] your mouth catching the dripping blood running down your body from the hatch...[3] however, you manage to keep yourself from fading into unconsciousness...eventually becoming numb to the pain.
You are Numb.
You are missing your right foot.
...
[Destruction roll 1:] No secondary damage is being reported, the ship was made well,
[2] The evacuation teams have been delayed by damage from the explosion.
[6] The station response teams were informed of the panicking crowds coming from one of the umbilical and decided to proceed into the ship early. Meeting with the evacuation team, they left behind some [6] very essential gear for dealing with the accident.
Scapheap:Janitor
Gender:Male
Assignment: Janitor
Here’s a mop I guess Mysterious Birthday SuitAccount: 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 Berserker Numb CrippleAccount: 0cr
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