"Just like I thought. Either of you bring a light source, or d'you want a glowstick?"
Turn on flashlight and take the lead.
If either of my non-blind teammates want a glowstick, crack one and give it to them.
Ben lived on a small colony, specialized in mining. Crime was rampant, so Ben took a few self-defense classes. Then he starting buffing up. Like, really buffing up. More than once, he was accused of steroid abuse. His muscles were put to good use in the mines, helping to pay for his family's apartment and food costs, until one day a family member won the Corporate lottery. Ben seemed like the most likely family member to survive whatever dangerous scenarios the Corporation would put him through, so he quit his job in the mines, claimed the "prize", and was soon on his way to the Crossroads.
50 Credits
Boons:
- Buff (+2 to rolls involving physical strength)
- CQC Basics (+1 to melee combat rolls)
Flaw:
- Distracted (-1 to rolls involving understanding or examining things)
Inventory:
Mercenary Suit
Backpack
- Rocket Launcher
- Box of Glowsticks [30]
- Synthetic Rope
- Grappling Hook
- Cutting Torch
- Bottle of Painkillers
- Bottle of Tranquilizers
- Radio Headset
Flashlight (on)
Luminous Marking Pen
Combat Knife
Stun Club
Pain: 1
Sanity: 1
Weight: 6/7
You dig the flashlight out of your pack and click it on. The beam, harsh and white from a bundle of LED's, cuts out into the darkness and illuminates a hazy world, dull with fog. A thick grayish fog clings to the stairs and, as you lean out over the rail and shine the light down, it obscures your view of whats below. You can see at least 3 or 4 more stories of stairs, and nothing out on either side. You can, however, now see your way down, at least.
"Only had enough for Snapper and Merc Suit."
Continue leading everyone down.
There is no light for me.
O-16ə "Oswald Synte", Male
Beautiful Blind Human Lie Detector with 6th Sense
Credits:370
Pain:1
Sanity:1
Inventory:
Merc Suit
2 First Aid Kits
5 Medifoams
Cauterizing Rod
Bioscaner
Suture Gun
Weight:3
((Counts against weight limit? Damn, my weight is already maxes out. I knew I should a grabbed a backpack.))
Follow the others while writing a data pad program to map our progress through this place, or at least to measure our elevation, direction, and distance from the shuttle.
Berius:
Name: Alec Badel
Background: An employee for a digital security company, he learned how to twist electronics to his purposes. He might have made it far in the company, but he had a couple of problems. Of he didn't succeed at something on the first try, he gave up on it and moved on, no matter how important the project. The even bigger problem was that being hurt often caused him to flip out and start trashing workstations, whether if was from slamming his finger in a door or accidentally putting a staple in his hand. The higher-ups did some final in with the lottery to have him win and "politely suggested" he go to the Crossroads. At gunpoint.
Boons
21:Berserker
14:Techie
Flaw
20:Defeatist
Credits
130
Pain:1
Sanity:1
Weight:4
Inventory: Talon Gauntlet, Data-pad with Adapter kit, Merc Suit
(Did you leave something on the shuttle that you can receive a signal from to map distance? Does the pad have sensors for that sort of thing? You could use it to keep a map yourself, but there's nothing automated here to do that.)
The stairs lead down, down for over an hour. The cold air slowly becomes warmer, until it is downright humid and the smell of sea water, brine and hot oil is hanging so thick in the air it stings your eyes, even for those of you that have Merc suit helmets. Finally, the stairs end, at what seems to be a metal platform, a square about 20 feet on each side with the stairs in the center. Water, which is a strange, brilliant, Anti-freeze green color, laps at the edges of the platform and splashes up across it every now and again. Attached to the platform is what looks like a metal pier, which stretches out into the darkness. When Ben shines his light in that direction, he can't see anything within its beam. However, there is a sound coming from that direction, one that has been steadily growing louder as the group has climbed down. It's a bubbling, gassy, rushing noise, and it's coming from the direction the pier extends towards.
((Edited to include char sheet))
Hrm...
See if I can rig up some very basic communications between the datapad and the shuttle, so I can find my way back. Rough directional headings, distance, anything at all.
Start trudging towards the pyramid with equipment. If I start to lose sight of the shuttle, and the above was unsuccessful, immediately turn back.
Inventory:
Chrome Perforater
Extra Mags (2)
CS Space Suit
Flashlight
Tool Box
Cutting Torch
Knife
Luminous Marking Pen (2)
Automated Translation Headset
Datapad w/ Adapter set
Backpack
Cigs + Lighter
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26:Rationalist
29:Death Rage
Flaw
25: Dangerous Honor
Credit:180
Pain:1
Sanity:1
Weight:4
You set your translator headset down in the shuttle and work on it for a few minutes. It shorts a few times, but you manage to get it to produce a stable signal you can lock onto with your pad. You're not sure it will work as a translator anymore, but it will at least work as a homing beacon. You set it on the pilot seat and close the shuttle.
You set out toward the pyramid. The combination of low g and the unsteady footing makes going difficult. At one point, maybe 10 minutes into your trip, you stumble and fall to your hands and knees, your head coming close to the ground. You realize, suddenly, as you stare at what you thought was loose gravel fields, that you are walking on top of bones. Not human bones, not the bones of any sort of creature you recognize, hell, maybe not even actual bones at all, but something very much organic, at some past time. You're standing on something like a coral bed, but made of the bones of countless larger creatures. You feel an immediate and near paralyzing sense of wrongness about this place, about that pyramid, about those dead stars looking down at you.
+1 Sanity point (Yes I rolled twice for Rationalist)
You stand up, trying not to look at the ground and instead look toward the pyramid. It is definitely closer then when you left, looming up far larger then it should for having moved such a short distance. It seems like you'll reach it soon, but...looking back, it seems like the shuttle is a great deal farther away then it should be for having only walked 10 minutes. Maybe this low g movement is playing tricks on you? You don't know.
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