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[Caellath]

((Now I feel like I should have posted this earlier. First of all, I have no idea what you guys are doing here, Piecewise told you to go to the ship's thread.

Second, I've posted your inventory and stats several hours ago, so you didn't actually need to research them. Lol.))

((Decided to answer this question:))

>Not a lot to say here, really. I assume you got debriefed by someone in charge over there. Or maybe not. I'm not really sure what to pay you though, since I'm not sure what happened over there. Anyone care to clue me in?

((In the same thread it was made. Also, I'm currently using a computer with an outdated browser incapable of supporting google docs. Lol.))

[Thearpox]

((I took as "Here's a question, now answer it in another thread."

And thats not lol. That's just horrible. Sorry.))

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Caelath:
Milno Enedrasi
Age: 17
Male

Appearance: Very long black hair tied in a long braid at the back of his back. Fiery yellow eyes and youthful face, pale skin. Average bodied, although a bit more agile than most, around 5' 10"

Personal information: Milno was a generic person living a generic life, but his uncle was a far more interesting person. Each and every time his uncle paid visits to young Milno, the former would be amused by the incredible stories told by the old wolf. As the boy grew, the old man taught him some basic weapons handling and minor survival skills, but Milno was still a common idiot in every other aspect. The teenager was very surprised when a patrol invaded his humble house and took him to justice. It seems his uncle was a wanted criminal for comitting some very nasty crimes, and he was indicted as the old man's partner in crime! Oh shi-

Interested in not dying, if possible. He wants his boring life back! Unless the new one proves exciting, that is.

Reason assigned to HMRC: Being friends with the wrong people.


Strength: 5
(+1/3)
Dexterity: 15
(+1)
Endurance: 5
(+1/3)
Charisma: 3
(0)
Intelligence: 7
(+1/3)
Willpower: 15
(+1)


Speech:      0   (-1)
Intuition: 1   (0)
Conventional Weapons:     9 (+1)
Exotic Weapons: 1   (0)
Handiwork: 1   (0)
Medical: 1   (0)
Unconventional Weapons: 9 (+1)
Auxiliary Tech:     1   (0)


Profession: Grunt (Nothing)

(+1 to handiwork related to suits.)
(Bonus: +1 to rolls when modifying or repairing weapons)
(learn secrets of weapons by examining them and passing an intelligence roll)

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Milno
MkIII suit(+1 str, end, dex for dodging)Armored on chest,back, pelvis and head. On rocketpods. Extra fuel pods, also armored)
Grav-shells for gauss rifle. 2/3
chem-off paint
Fitted Avatar Cloak
Shrink wrapped thing of pills.

Gauss powered rocket rifle prototype.(20/75) Assume that it has a minus at melee range bonuses at +2 for short, +1 medium and 0, -1, -2 for the other ranges or so.
MK II suit.
Metal club
Gauss rifle (10/10)
10 token




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SeriousConcentrate:
Jim/Subject 19-3
Age: [Classified] but estimated to be between 20 and 40
Male

Appearance: A male usually hidden in the shadows of a very bulky olive-drab longcoat. Under it are black pants and matching shirt, with a brown load-bearing vest over the shirt. His hands are covered in brown gloves, his feet in brown boots. His head is obscured by a gas mask with mirrored lenses.  Now a synthflesh body with 4 arms.

Personal information: [Classified] (But totally present, and was revealed during a date between Feyri and Jim. If only somebody could find it/link it....)

Reason assigned to HMRC: Prototype; No longer needed for research.


Strength: 3
(0)
Dexterity: 5
(+1/3)
Endurance: 3
(0)
Charisma: 8
(-2/3)
Intelligence: 5
(+1/3)
Willpower: 20
(+1.3)


Speech:      0   (-2)
Intuition: 6   (+2/3)
Conventional Weapons:     2 (0)
Exotic Weapons: 8   (+1.6)
Handiwork: 0   (-1)
Medical: 1   (0)
Unconventional Weapons: 2 (0)
Auxiliary Tech:     1   (0)


Profession: Transhuman (+1 to exotic weapons. -1 to speech and charisma)


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Clever
Matter manipulator Amp
Microwave Psychokinetic Amplifier
Full synth body, 4 arms.
Decompensator(1/3 chance to make a 6 or higher a 5)exo

3 token

Locker:
90 lb metal

Unnamed reiterpallasch (almost 2 feet too long. Need 8 dex or -1 dex. If 8 dex, +1 str for stab)

X2
cutlass
Longsword
Dagger
Mace
Two-Handed Sword
Spear
Knuckledusters




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Nikitian:
Maurice Sanctor
Age: 34
Male

Appearance: Curly short dirty blonde hair, warm and kind hazel eyes, light skin. Average build, 5' 9".


Personal information: A retired military pilot and surgeon, Maurice was beginning to enjoy the slow pace of life of a country doctor when a pro-bioresearch (which was mostly prohibited on the planet, to a far greater extent than in other regions of UWM) riot took place, and he found several wounded people at his place. He couldn't deny medical aid to the wounded, and for that sole reason he was later charged with treason and conducting illegal biological research, for the people he saved turned out to be the rebels. In the end, dr. Sanctor was sentenced to serving in the HMR Corps.
Kind and gentle person, Maurice prefers to avoid conflicts when possible, but takes his gloves off in presence of a threat to his patients. Calm under pressure.


Reason assigned to HMRC: Aiding the Enemy, Treason, Illegal Biological Research (saving the life of a pro-bioresearch rebel, really)


Strength: 5
(+1/3)
Dexterity: 5
(+1/3)
Endurance: 5
(+1/3)
Charisma: 5
(+1/3)
Intelligence: 5
(+1/3)
Willpower: 5
(+1/3)


Speech:      0   (-1)
Intuition: 0   (-1)
Conventional Weapons:     0 (-2)
Exotic Weapons: 0   (-1)
Handiwork: 0   (-1)
Medical: 1   (+1)
Unconventional Weapons: 9 (+1)
Auxiliary Tech:     1   (+1)


Profession: Fleshtech (+1 to med and aux. -1 to con weapons)

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"scalpel" knife
emergency kit 1/3
5 token
The Glaive (?)
small gold triangle vertical line (bag of people)





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Knight Otu:
Gorat "Chin" Ivanos
Age: 32
Male

Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname.



Personal information: Gorat is a man from an industrial world who officially used to work in programming labor robots. Unofficially, his boss also used him as a sort of hit man, through blackmail. He is a casual smoker. Now as part of the corps he puts forth a rather calm demeanor, on the basis that he is already dead, and is just waiting for the reaper to collect him. That calm demeanor is fake.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Gorat would claim that the reasons are smoking in public and being able to read. His files say that the reasons are being able to read delicate documents on his local magistrate, exploding a smoke grenade in public, and that hit man business.



Strength: 3
(0)
Dexterity: 3
(0)
Endurance: 3
(0)
Charisma: 4
(0)
Intelligence: 4
(0)
Willpower: 8
(+1/3)


Speech:      0   (-1)
Intuition: 1   (0)
Conventional Weapons:     1 (0)
Exotic Weapons: 5   (+1/3)
Handiwork: 0   (-2)
Medical: 0   (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary Tech:     1   (+1)


Profession: Grunt (+1 Aux, -1 Handiwork)

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Microwave Amp
little black ball with button. says "The flesh is weak, what do you desire" and gives a pill in response to wish
Flask with a "soul" that when opened will invade opener. Ghosts of formed HMRC members.






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Pancaek:
Pancaek Nilys
Age: 19
Male

Appearance: A rather normal looking guy who walks with a slight slouch. Nothing about him really stands out. He has messy hair and a slight stubble on his chin. He's a bit shy, but always up for a good conversation, just don't start about hobo's.


Reason assigned to HMRC: Really, Pancaek has no idea why he's here. It isn't like he did anything wrong. He was just walking home after he posted a package containing some illegally downloaded movies to his best friend Miyamoto De Bergerac. Two blocks from his house, when he rounded the corner, he heard a raspy voice say: “spare some change for a war vet, sir?”. Next thing he knows, his trusty pocket knife was lost forever in the mess that was once a hobo and he's being dragged away by the police.


Strength: 5
(+1/3)
Dexterity: 3
(0)
Endurance: 3
(0)
Charisma: 0
(-2)
Intelligence: 3
(0)
Willpower: 16
(+1)


Speech:      0   (-2)
Intuition: 1   (0)
Conventional Weapons:     1 (0)
Exotic Weapons: 9   (+2)
Handiwork: 0   (-1)
Medical: 0   (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary Tech:     0   (-1)


Profession: Transhuman: +1 to exotic weapons, -1 to speech and charisma


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Pancaek

Mass manipulator amp
Thermite thrower.  (4/10)
MK II
extra canister of thermite
2 cigars
spoons
booze
7 token

[Caellath]

((And thats not lol. That's just horrible. Sorry.))

((No problem. It's a temporary arrangement.))

[Nikitian]

Stretching his back, Maurice smiled as broadly as he could, apparently happy to be able to once again.
And we wouldn't have gone through it without the leadership of Jim and Milno, the selfless courage of one and the cautious rationality of the other. Oh, and originally it was Gorat's theory which we settled on and which turned out so true.
And Pancaek gave us all inspiration. Maurice smiled warmly to him, finishing his own report.
((Awww, we made it just in time. I am finally leaving for the service the day after tomorrow. Thank you all, guys!))

[piecewise]

Stretching his back, Maurice smiled as broadly as he could, apparently happy to be able to once again.
And we wouldn't have gone through it without the leadership of Jim and Milno, the selfless courage of one and the cautious rationality of the other. Oh, and originally it was Gorat's theory which we settled on and which turned out so true.
And Pancaek gave us all inspiration. Maurice smiled warmly to him, finishing his own report.
((Awww, we made it just in time. I am finally leaving for the service the day after tomorrow. Thank you all, guys!))

(got the level ups. Have a...good? Safe? Tolerable? time in the military. We'll look after your meaty bits for the time being. Or should I say the doctor will. God speed, brave Maurice.)

(You with us jim?)

(Sorry, due to weather and irl stuff I've been extremely busy and/or without reliable internet since early Friday. ^^^; Uh, leveling... according to my own records Jim should be:

STR: 3 (+1 Prosthesis)
DEX: 5 (+1/3rd, +1 Prosthesis)
END: 3 (+1 Prosthesis)
CHA: 8 (+1/3rd, -1 Class.)
INT: 5 (+1/3rd)
WIL: 20 (+1 1/3rd)

CON: 2 (+1 Prosthesis)
UNC: 2
EXO: 8 (+2/3rd, +1 Class)
AUX: 1
MED: 1
HAN: 0 (-1)
INT: 6 (+2/3rd)
SPC: 0 (-1, -1 Class)

So give me 5 in Willpower and one each in ExoWep, Handiwork, and Speech.)

Jim shrugged. He'd just let Milno handle the debriefing.

No problem, just making sure you're still alive. The HMRC still has need for your particular brand of violent murder.

((Cheers, we were not turned into tang. Looking back, I think it's interesting how our discussion and exchange of ideas actually managed to change opinions: at first most of the group wanted to delete the "Keyboard" memory, but then the votes shifted to the "Burning World" one... Oh shit. I just noticed something.

@Paris: Could we see that quicktopic now that the mission is over?))

"The ghostship tried to fuck us over with black blobs. Several times. We spent a lot of time escaping everything. I'd say Maurice and Gorat did well." Milno said, rubbing the points where the nerve nodes used to go into his right arm.

>Ah, is that so. Well then. Lets say standard 5 for you three and  7 for maurice and Gorat. Any further questions?

[Knight Otu]

"Tons, I'm sure. But if we can't find the answers to those online, you wouldn't tell us either, I suspect. Jim, can we talk in a bit?"

With that, Gorat walks off to the On-ship thread.

[Caellath]

"None about the mission." Milno answers Steve before standing up and walking out of the briefing room without further remarks. Anything he wanted to talk about with the other people who had been by his side in the mission could wait for a while.

((Now on to the On-Ship thread. Ooohoo.))

[TCM]

((I'll just bump this so everyone knows where the mission 10 thread is.))

[ragnarok97071]

and I, so that I know when the post comes in <.<

[piecewise]

The Stasis pods reopen not in the comfortable confines of the ship but in the interior of the shuttle. And rather then the clean, sterile walls of the ship, there are strange faces staring back at them. They're masks, that much is immediately obvious, full face masks with exaggeratedly tall foreheads and androgynous but slightly feminine aspects. Their eyes are long, black, thin slits, their noses are sharp sharp and their mouths are black lipped and formed into sly half-grins. The masks are brightly colored and each detailed with a repeating, tiled pattern that covers the area from just above their eyes, all the way up their tall, vaguely rectangular foreheads, as though they're wearing a head scarf.

The masks sit a top bodies cloaked in all obscuring black outfits; loose black longshirts and pants, each decorated with gold fringe. Under that, you can see a something shiny and segmented; like silver fish scales. Armor, no doubt. The only weapon you can see on them is a thin, almost needle like blade on their hip and the handle of a smaller blade poking out of the folds of their shirt.

The strange men are tapping on the stasis pods with metal tipped gloves, their heads turned inquisitively to the side.

The pods open on their own and out the team spills, into an oppressive, humid, tropical heat. The masked men scatter hopping backwards with their hands tight on their blades. As the team pulls themselves up, coughing up stasis fluid and shaking off the numbness from days of sleep, another man steps forward, parting the crowd of masked men. He's dressed in red and purple, his skin a very pale tan, his eyes solid black and his hair coiled into tight, ornate rolls and then pulled back into a crown of sorts using a spiked golden hair ornament.  He holds his hands in front of him and wears an expression of complete serenity.

"Are you the men sent to protect the Radiant One?" he asks with just a hint of an accent. 

[Harry Baldman]

As Stacy gets up and starts to perform a very slow, serene belly dance, he replies to the man.

"Yes, presumably. The Radiant One is the ruler of this planet, right? Need to check beforehand."

Askety ask. Put on MKII suit if available together with equipment. If not available, just keep dancing.

[Lenglon]

cough up the last of the stasis fluid, then
EDITED IN LINE: Retrieve my clothing and put it on in whatever form of privacy I can reasonably locate inside the shuttle, afterwards
lean against the pod I came out of and look from side to side, followed by looking down at the floor near me, my breathing mildly accelerated. clasp my hands behind my back after I think I'm done coughing.
back away if any of the natives approach within six feet of me.

[IronyOwl]

Test out new cameyes and cameye modes on one of the masked men.

[Xantalos]

Xan gets up, focusing on the most forward of the masked men.
Yes, we are here to protect the flesh puppet you call king.

[TCM]

"We are the 11th Regiment of the H.M.R.C. Conscripted Special Forces. I am High Commissioner May Elizas Roxine, taking charge of Diplomatic Relations for my posse. It is an honor to be greeted by those before me."

Introduce myself and the group. Give a cute little curtsey at the end.

Xan gets up, focusing on the most forward of the masked men.
Yes, we are here to protect the flesh puppet you call king.

Hearing Xan makes this statement, May follows it up with "Please forgive Rearguard Sergeant Xan Jujubutt over here. He's a fine soldier, but his wife and children have recently been captured by space pirates, and it is quite hard on his psyche. So attribute any negativity of his speech as haberdashery on account of his PTSD."