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[TopHat]

>Remind self that I AM an electronics repairman. Write it on the list.

[Yoink]

>Determine nature of the masters, their goals and what they intended for me to do.

>In the meantime head to bathroom and void bowels in an efficient, hygienic fashion. This should aid the cognitive process.

[Xanmyral]

Category: Combatant
Profession: Demolition
Inclination: Explosives

Wait list please!

[RAM]

Make something up for the plot

Hmmm, very familiar rolls, need to change randomiser, oh well, spamming the button will work for now... Ooooh, wait-lister, good thing this failed...

Tell them to head for the land and lands, I'll go prepare for exploring.

You direct the ship towards the land and take to a landing craft. Unfortunately, your directions took the ship too close and your landing craft is damaged as it is thrown free of the ship amidst the turbulence. You manage to land but your landing craft probably won't get back to the ship in its current condition.
 You are apparently in the middle of a desert. The air is mildly caustic.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Land
Activity: Exploring!
Notes: 10
Classification:OOM+B1

>Remind self that I AM an electronics repairman. Write it on the list.

That wouldn't be right, this is not your assigned storage, to store yourself here would be most improper, your masters wouldn't be pleased about it at all, you shouldn't even be thinking about such things. Your mind starts to hurt...

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Armed-Crew Hold.
Activity: Reading
Notes:
 dazed.
 falsifying entries is bad.
Classification:r2

>Determine nature of the masters, their goals and what they intended for me to do.

>In the meantime head to bathroom and void bowels in an efficient, hygienic fashion. This should aid the cognitive process.

Your masters owned you. You were to participate in their war. With all your masters gone, you have no purpose. There really isn't any reason to continue...

There are no bowels here.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Masters' habitation.
Activity: Self-examination
Notes:
 Suicidal
Classification:3po

Explosions!!!

One of the two generators has a brief fluctuation and is promptly deactivated.


Though having safely bypassed the rocks, the whole ship now rattles as it is buffeted from being too close to the land. Meanwhile one of the two generators has been deactivated and a landing craft is marooned in the middle of a desert.

[Xanmyral]

[Just to see, does "Plot" mean that I'm in the wait list, currently playing, or something in-between?]

[Yoink]

When one lacks a purpose, a cause, a reason for being... One must find a new one for themselves.

>Stealthily approach the storage area, break in and release the bowels!

They cannot deny us our bowels!

[scapheap]

Go looking around, maybe I'll find something

[TopHat]

>Write the [liquid covered] thing on anyway!

[RAM]

Grant vague hints about 'the plot'.

Many become one and one becomes many.

When one lacks a purpose, a cause, a reason for being... One must find a new one for themselves.

>Stealthily approach the storage area, break in and release the bowels!

They cannot deny us our bowels!

You leap into the remains of your former masters and start tearing out and identifying the few pieces that can still be identified.
The doctor becomes partially lucid and suggests that you should apply for reeducation.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Morgue.
Activity: playing
Notes:
 Crazed
 Filthy
 Rogue
 Suicidal
Classification:3po(assassin)

Go looking around, maybe I'll find something

A brief look around reveals nothing but sand, sky, and a mildly damaged landing craft.

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Location: Land, near landing craft.
Activity: Exploring
Notes:
 10
  slightly sandy
Classification:OOM+b1

>Write the [liquid covered] thing on anyway!

You engage the manifest, but cannot concentrate enough to enter anything. It is really unlikely that your masters would appreciate this sort of behaviour.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Armed-Crew Hold.
Activity: Reading
Notes:
 dazed.
 confused.
 falsifying entries is bad.
Classification:r2

Enquire about the plot.

Some sort of participatory effect seems probable.

1 down...

[Xanmyral]

[Well, think I understand. Or don't. Either way, nothing wrong with a test.]

>Locate possible explosive materials, attempt to resist urge to combine them into volatile compounds for now.

[Yoink]

>Approach nearest player-unit and inform them of the transgressions done by our employers OPPRESSORS.

Remind them of the importance of regular bodily functions in a healthy, well-rounded mental state, and postulate that the control/denial of the bowels is actually the control/denial of our very thoughts.

Once dialogue process is completed, draw political cartoons to such effect on the walls. The people must be made aware of their lack of poop and thus, lack of freedom.

Begin recruitment process. This being that once sold spray-on tan and wonder diets to an idle populace of television-dwellers shall now sell revolution/poop to the downtrodden. Revolution/poop is very marketable. Ergo such a process should be easy and met with the utmost success.

[scapheap]

Start fixing craft

[TopHat]

>SOD THE MASTERS PUT IT ON ANYWAY

[RAM]

Drop some hints about the setting.

>Approach nearest player-unit and inform them of the transgressions done by our employers OPPRESSORS.

Remind them of the importance of regular bodily functions in a healthy, well-rounded mental state, and postulate that the control/denial of the bowels is actually the control/denial of our very thoughts.

Once dialogue process is completed, draw political cartoons to such effect on the walls. The people must be made aware of their lack of poop and thus, lack of freedom.

Begin recruitment process. This being that once sold spray-on tan and wonder diets to an idle populace of television-dwellers shall now sell revolution/poop to the downtrodden. Revolution/poop is very marketable. Ergo such a process should be easy and met with the utmost success.

You quickly locate the location of an active slave and charge down to the troop's hold, splashing gore along the walls as you go. You find a maintenance model trying desperately to place itself on the cargo manifest and in the midst of melting its own mind in the effort. You physically force its appendage to make the entry and preach to it of the importance of bodily functions and organic organs.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Armed-crew hold.
Activity: preaching
Notes:
 Crazed
 Filthy
 Rogue
Classification:3po(assassin)

Start fixing craft

Your group clears most of the sand from the engines, patch up most of the holes and kick some loose connections into place. Fortunately the damage was only minor, it should be able to get you back to the ship now. This sand really isn't good for you...

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Landed landing craft.
Activity: fixing
Notes:
 10
  Sandy
  Superficial corrosion
Classification:OOM+b1

>SOD THE MASTERS PUT IT ON ANYWAY

You lock your mind into your chosen task and desperately struggle against your constraints. Just as you feel your mental processes begin to fail, a humanoid model marches in, forces your action, and proclaims the great virtues of biological functions. Your control button overloads and explodes. You now have a small crater in your torso, an entry in the manifest, and a mind that is no longer bound to service.

Spoiler: status (click to show/hide)

Location: Armed-Crew Hold.
Activity: listening
Notes:
 Small crater in torso.
 rogue.
Classification:r2

Introduce unstable elements.

Somewhere, somehow, the security on the ship's armouries and fuel stores is deactivated. Not that anyone is likely to notice...

It may have cost sanity and major injury, but two of you at least are free from your service. So long as nobody finds out...

[Xanmyral]

[Ah... I think I get it. Hehehe.]

>Corrupt visual/video surveillance of armory, cargo, or other storage facilities with repeating feedback loops