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[TealNinja]

(Okay, well I wanted to get a post going so I just did the other d100 myself.  Not telling you the result.  It was average.)

Landfall
As your droppod decouples from the ship, you notice that there are 3 other droppods falling from the ship.  You estimate that they'll fall relatively closely to where you'll land.  They become more and more distant from you, making it nearly impossible to follow them with your eyes, though an explosion tells you that at least two of them collided.  Harvey is capable of telling where the crashed droppods are falling in relation to your landing, whereas Selina can tell where the intact one will land.

Your droppod drifts into the atmosphere and begins plummeting.  It crashlands, but the shock absorbers for the drop pod do not fail and everyone is fine.  You open the lever to the droppod, and find yourself in the jungle.

Harvey notices there's a lack of noise in the jungle.  Only the sound of wind in the background.  He figures that the jungle must end a certain ways away, towards the wind.  What does everyone do?

[Taricus]

"Gahh... not the most pleasant of landings." Serina quipped, One of her hands nursing her head as the other held her rifle as she moved about the impromptu clearing.

"Well, it couldn't hurt to check the other pods that came down here, could use the extra supplies and manpower." She said,, the thumping pain in her head subsiding, allowing her to properly grip her weapon with both hands, shifting her stnace into a more combat-ready one.

[TealNinja]

(GM OOC: Man, one of you is named Serina, the other is named Selina.  I'd use your characters' last names, but one of them is bloody annoying to remember.)

[Remuthra]

Hello, people!

I am watching you.

[Patrick Hunt]

" Could have been worse, I've heard stories of pods exploding on impact. "

Follow.

59, 11

[GreatWyrmGold]

Actually, that would be me GWG. You go engineer, you tend to do better in that role. Swap the medic skill out for droid operation, and get a droid and we're off to a decent start, if we don't mind waiting around 80 days for a base

((Something just occurred to me.
What do you mean, I usually do better in that role? Are you questioning my skills as a healer?))

Personal Appearance: Racy latina with red curly hair and an athletic looking body.

Obviously not pure latina.

Would a player like to roll their demise?

I need 2 d100's, and I somewhat want to see what you guys roll.  High numbers are good for ME, bad for you.  It's no problem if you don't roll, as the numbers are only "conceptual" rather than actual data right now.  Haven't decided what I want them to do yet.

random.org: 35, 40


"Urban legend for colony pods. Sometimes happens to military drop pods, if they're carrying enough ordinance. Anyways, talking with the others wouldn't hurt."
Me: Activate drone, then take point in locating the other pods.
Drone: Carry any supplies and such from the drop pod not carried by one of us.

[RangerCado]

"Why is it always me?" Selina groans and gets out of the pod, blinking to adjust to the light.

Gather up all supplie and head towards one of the pod crash sights.

If I'm unable to carry everything whith my armor and weapon equipped, mark a trail somehow.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"It's alright, miss. You should be fine...Is this your first time off-world, or at least backworld?"

[Gamerlord]

(Waitlist please.)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Derry Scriven
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personal Appearance: brown hair, approx 6ft, 78 kg, heavily burnt/scarred face, arms and chest. Prefers to wear a black mask/goggles combo to cover disfiguration. Has a tattoo of a bull's head on back, the eyes have been marred by two small identical scars vertically. Hands are constantly in motion and fiddling, being still only when precision or stealth is required.

Health: 7.5

Stats: Distribute 25 points freely!
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 8
Constitution: 3
Intelligence: 3
Perception: 5

Skill Selection: Choose 2!

Basic Firearms : +2 to hit at range with firearms.
Basic Physical Training : +2 to Constitution checks
Advanced Firearms : +1 to hit and +1 to damage with firearms.
Classic : +2 to hit with Rifles

Equipment

Special Operations Suit:
Cost: 600 credits
Armour: 10
Damage Reduction: 1
Other Bonus: +3 to Perception
Advanced Combat Rifle:
Cost: 900 credits
Damage: 2d8
Attacks per Round: 2
Uses Ammo.

Rations x 10
Magazines: 30 credits.  One full clip for a rifle (25 bullets.) x 30

[GiglameshDespair]

((Waitlist me please))

Spoiler: Application (click to show/hide)

Name:
Age: Ketari Kulminos
Gender: Female
Personal Appearance: Hailing from the genetically-modified peoples of the primitive Vastok System, Ketari is tall, with long, thin limbs, a faint greyish skin, a head with short-shorn black hair, and a mouth full of sharp canines. Mistrusted for her people's reputation for violent crime and higher-than-average cannibalism rate, she has narrow, darting  cold blue eyes and a grim look.

Health: 5 + 1.5 rounded up = 7

Stats: Distribute 25 points freely!
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 5
Constitution: 3
Intelligence: 3
Perception: 7

Skill Selection:

Basic Firearms : +2 to hit at range with firearms.
Basic Physical Training : +2 to Constitution checks
Advanced Firearms : +1 to hit and +1 to damage with firearms.
- classic: +2 to hit with rifles

Equipment:
Special Operations Suit
- Blade attachment
Expanded Combat Rifle
4 x grenade
8 x Magazine
6 x ration

10 credits

[RangerCado]

"It's alright, miss. You should be fine...Is this your first time off-world, or at least backworld?"

"All of the above. Never liked flying in planes on world and now i've just been hurled onto another planet. Just give me a second to adjust..." Selina puts a hand on a tree to steady herself, and her stomach.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Carl removes his arm from the exoskeleton to pat Selina on the back.
"Alright. Just...let me know when you're ready to go on."

[RangerCado]

After a minute or two, Selina nods and gathers her things to travel with the man, her Special Ops. suit already on.

"I'm Selina by the way, pleasure to meet you." Selina holsters her rifle as well.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Carl. Glad to make your acquaintance."
Carl slips his arm back into the exoskeleton and returns to the head of the group.

[TealNinja]

"Why is it always me?" Selina groans and gets out of the pod, blinking to adjust to the light.

Gather up all supplie and head towards one of the pod crash sights.

If I'm unable to carry everything whith my armor and weapon equipped, mark a trail somehow.

(Best to wait for the rest of the party.  If no consensus is made, we will be treating this as splitting up.  Which is good news for the 4 waitlisted people, bad news for you!)