Um.... that's not what I wanted to do.... well my boss probably won't care. After all he gave me a bonus after thinking I purposefully killed the guy.
Call my boss and tell him that the stowaway survived the atmosphere removal of the vault using an oxygen tank and a breathing mask. Afterwards do some question of the man by asking, "What are you doing in a restricted area? This place is impossible to just reach accidentally so i know you didn't just wonder in here," with my gun in his face.
[?][?] You call you boss about your perp.
-beep-
"Pity the scum is still alive, still breathing the air we work so hard to purify. Though I wonder what devilish means he used to survive the most painful effects of his exposure to hard vacuum. I will think on this.
However, your duty is to bring him back for interrogation. There has been an act of terrorism on this ship and he may be a part of it. Either to occupy our forces, or he was to benefit from the 'distraction' that was the nuclear fuelled fire in our factory complex.
Though I will have to give you only half pay, as our budget will probably end up being slashed by ways of collateral damage in the wake of this scandal." -beep-
[2] You pale.
[2] You turn to the intruder mouth open and gun trained, before slamming for foot into his occipital bone.
[2] He really doesn't feel like replying to your 'interrogation', he's too busy talking to the floor.
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250cr get.
Wake up, socking someone in the face at the same time.
[1] That's some dream man! You wish you could participate in it forever! Well...you just may if this continues.
[5][3] Something happens.
Wield the plasmapick in a steady circular motion all around me - both keeping back the heat and creating an easy to see light source that will attract all the survivors I don't seem to be able to make out. Sing more, and possibly louder. We can't just leave them all to die.
[6][5] You swing your pick around in a gliding pirouette, your volume reaching new heights.
[1][5][1] Your blade glides over the frantically diving security force and blazes across the poor robotscicle near the N
2 inlet valves.
[5] The ice melts around him. You have saved another lost soul!
[?] You can discerner no signs of life apart from you and the security crew.
Uh....Step out?
[?][?]You step out and come immediately to the realisation that you may be trapped in a coma after receiving severe head trauma from the falling lift, for the sight you gaze upon is completely alien.
You see a terrifying Valkyrie gliding upon a icy landscape, all the warriors prostrate themselves before her and beg for their lives as her flaming blade arcs above them. The magical flames strike an armour clad huskarl trapped in the magical ice, brought about by her enchanting tune, both freeing him from the ice and most likely bringing his final end.
"The liquid explodes into a gas and quickly the fire and molten metal"? Thank Ford the fire was quicklied!
Nothing.
[5][?] You spend your aeons imprisonment thinking about that lady, your angel. You feel yourself heat up and your shell flush at the thought of her fin- Wait...this seems rather wrong, and not just in a sense of impropriety.
...
[5] The Sec team, now recovered delves into the fog to both search for life and assess damage.
[3] The Station team is taking it easy now on their way back.
Scapheap:Janitor
Gender:Male
Assignment: Janitor
Here’s a mop I guess Mysterious Asleep.
Account: 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 arms Needs reboot.
Account: 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: 260cr
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Topic: Adrift on the limitless ocean. (Turn Fifteen. No bodies in the lift please. ) (Read 14773 times)