>Dr. Winston Arran, chief of staff--KEY NOT ACQUIRED
>Dr. Alice Walker, head of Astronomy--KEY NOT ACQUIRED
>Researcher Yorick Bentley, head of Biology--KEY ACQUIRED
>Researcher Samuel Ashcroft, Nanotech researcher--KEY NOT ACQUIRED
>Researcher Eveline Joyce, Nanotech researcher--KEY NOT ACQUIRED
CNR Laboratory, Ceres
Feb 2nd, 2398
15:30 GMT
The Froggy Ninja AKA David "Dave" SteelInventor (2)[spoiler=Skills]
Cloud Combat (1) [2] You walk up to the scientists and innocently ask what their situation is:
"Greetings! What is it that you three are discussing? Is there something wrong with the tank?"Your voice comes out obviously synthesized, disrupting the tone of their conversation with the technician entirely. Nevertheless, they respond to your normally, although your credibility as another genuine human being has completely gone out the window.
"Um," moans the first scientist. "We had Jacob come and examine this storage tank here. Ever since the incident inside the testing chamber the nanites have all started acting strangely... releasing sudden sparks and arcs of electricity. Our stock is running out because of it, as they're slowly burning themselves to a crisp."
"I'm not sure what's going on," the technician responds.
"I'm not trained to deal with these kinds of malfunctions.""Well then, let's replace the cover, shall we? I'll call up the Colonel when she's done with her current work."
The glass appears very thick. Thick enough that it would be difficult to break even with a heavy blunt object. The technician reaches for the controls on the metal cover.
Avis-Mergulus AKA Anton "Tosha" TeremnoiPiloting (2)Engineering Technician (1)Acrobat (1) Nothing unusual seems to have happened yet, though one of the scientists at the tank is leaving the others. He is now coming for the door, the one you are stationed at.
Samarkand AKA Felicia HastingMedic (1)Botanist (2)Chemist (1)Saboteur (1)Scavenger (1) Cloud Health: 0%
Nanofabrication [1/3][5] Using your computer-enhanced vision, you peek at the documents Yorick has laid out on the lab bench. To your amazement, you spot a very familiar title on one of the sheets: "Inorganic Polymers with Structures that Encourage Root Growth." It's an entry to an academic journal you sent in decades ago! Most likely, the doctor was conducting an experiment involving plant growth--which means that he might actually try to acquire some anhydrous ammonia from the tank in the near future. You decide to sabotage the dispenser so that it sprays it all over his face. After examining the setup, you twist a few lengths of tubing and orient the tears toward the place the user is most likely to be located.
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[5] As you predicted, your target soon begins to make his way to the tank in order to retrieve a sample of the toxic chemical. Your trap springs as soon as he twists the handle, spraying him head-to-toe with the corrosive substance, prompting him to scream loudly and immediately start running toward the nearest emergency shower, fairly close to where you are currently standing. You grab the nearby medical kit to make it seem as though you are helping, and snatch the keys from his discarded lab coat as he tears it off and activates the shower.
Yorick Bentley's name shrinks on your display, and the words KEY ACQUIRED pops up in red next to it. The poor doctor is still at the shower, trying to scrub every last bit of ammonia from himself. Other scientists abandon their work and rush to the scene, trying to help in any way they can.
Comrade P. AKA Hamilton TeromoSidearms (2)Swordsman (1) Now inside the psyche ward, you hear the faint sound of screaming and moaning from within the inner rooms. You shudder at the thought that the project you are a part of could very well have reduced you to a bumbling idiot if something went wrong.
You manage not to draw any attention to yourself as you look for supplies. There are numerous packs scattered around the area filled with medical supplies and tools in case they are needed, although they are mainly for first aid and you probably won't find anything serious in here. Perhaps if you could sneak into one of the patient rooms you could access the more potent sedatives and anesthetics?
darkpaladin109 AKA David "Pirate Dave" SmithCloud Health: 0%
Defender [1/3]You ask your group through the radio:
"Guys? Where are you all? I can't see--"A robot in the distance turns its head to face you. You realize, then, that the robot is of a similar design to your own current body. Since you haven't been paying attention, you forgot that your whole group is using these kinds of bodies and that you all started in the same room.
Despite David Steel's expression being buried under layers of steel, circuitry, and radio transmissions, you feel the disappointment in his eyes as if you were looking at a human.
Your heads up display fully engages, painting five names in the corner of your vision. A simple objective pops up next to each: RETRIEVE KEYS.
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