Take the sergeant clothes.
[1 v 6]: You make a grab towards the sergeant with the intent to look semi-decent for a change. However, he easily evades you.
[4][5] He Grabs your outstretched arm and twists it behind your back, he isn't pressuring you yet though.
[6 v 4][3] He overcomes your meek little body and forces you to your knees.
"Surrender terrorist scum! Forfeit your struggle now and there will be less pain in your immediate future!"
[intent roll: 3]The other two lazily aim their rifles at you.
Oh. Cool. Try to get to the hub thingy. Fix the elevator.
[5] You manage to pry off the wall panelling, revealing the main interface to the lift by the ships computer network.
[4] You look up the on-line engineers manual and misuse your holo-interface to produce electrical pulses in the circuitry to manipulate the lifts systems to release the clamps holding on the jammed door panels. You feel that the lift can now transport itself, though it will be without a door and also quite slow due to the buckling damage you caused.
Scuttle through the hole that one guy with the plasma-bladed Hullcutter-x2240 cut and lead the team to wherever it is they're going.
If my assumptions are incorrect, locate the security team.
[4] You look at your map and notice that their is one section of the level below that is remarkably stable, you suppose that the teams would have or will use that as a safe entry point.
You scuttle off toward the lift, but are intercepted by that scary engineer with the big plasma tool you saw earlier.
She seems...enthusiastic...in her interest in you, her hands can't keep off the extremities of your current shell.
Rescue the maintenance robot and get to safety. Befriend the robot.
[5] The robot look towards the lift and starts moving oddly towards it...like a crab...but not soat the same time. Weird. You decide to grab it so it doesn't hurt itself in this unstable and risk brimming environment.
[6] You attempt to befriend it...nothing says friendship like full body contact and a slow sensual stroking of it's limbs right?
'Damn robots...'
Try to wake up, then try to figure out why the medical robots was in such a unusual rush. The stowaway is more then likely dead so I can worry about that later.
[1] The pain, and possibly the severe life threatening blood loss, hamper your attempts to fathom why they were so urgent in their care for you and your pale near lifeless body.
[5] You feel like you can function normally now.
...
The damage has reached its peak potential, however their is enough fuel to keep the fires buring for weeks. Those trapped and dying can only exclaim why hasn't anyone done anything?
[3] The station staff are convinced there isn't time to fetch their tools, and start trying to clear the wreckage blocking them with their hands. They soon give up on that front.
[6] The station staff sigh in frustration and decide to show the idiots aside and use grenades and makeshift timed charges.
[4]Loosening the wreckage that had been welded together by the accident, thus making it possible for manual clearance.
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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