Use empathetic gland try and look for trouble makers among the crowd hang onto mycrofts leg as tight as possible without harming him.
You're gonna try to get all emphatic into a crowd of several hundred scared, angry people and a few dozen murders/thieves who are preying on them? Yeah, lets see how that goes:
[1+1]
You reach out to the panicked masses, extending an extraphysical hand of understanding and compassion. They accept this hand...and promptly slam it in a car door. Every negative emotion, every exhaustion headache, itchy ass, stuffy nose, nervous butterfly filled stomach, uncertain heart, muscle ache, terrified gut clench at the sight of the horrible demon from beyond the portal, and awkward boner in the crowd gets beamed straight into your limbic system like a ballistic hangover. You tense up, spasm and say "Urp!" before collapsing into a mass of overstimulated meat jelly.
"At least I'm lubed now, instead of later."
Slide down as soon as the order is given! Hopefully this lube will help.
Well someone just decided to fly the shuttle over a several hundred foot drop. So I guess it's appropriate that you're lubed up because if you jumped now you'd be fucked! But seriously, no one is telling you to do jack shit right now. I think they might have completely forgotten you're here. On the wiki cheat sheep your character is under the name "Cheeseface"
It's kinda fucked up. I suggest you assert your rights and status by murdering a teammate.
Instruct the shuttle to swing to the cliff side of the path and to stay oriented so that the turret can still cover the refugees. Stay ready on the drop line.
You order the shuttle to swing around to the side of the pathway and to hover level with the path. As it does so, you get into your best horse stance and take up position behind the turret. You attempt to both keep the turret pointed at the crowd but also not make it look like you're about to open fire. You do this mainly by happily waving one hand while aiming with the other. Fortunately for you, most people seem too busy trying to either elbow their way forward, shove their way back, or just plain not fall off the path to notice you and your questionable escalation of force.
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NOT FUCK IT UP.
Don't tempt me, friend. I have a black dice here and you have a gen knowledge score of zero. Which, judging from the general levels of self preservation exhibited around here, puts you someplace between clinically depressed lemming and lead brick fired straight down by a rail gun in terms of resisting the siren song of gravity.
Electro-Stick the absolute shit out of Elias if they try anything else. Other than that, keep an eye on the crowd. Pop anyone being unruly who's in range with a gauss round if I think I can get them.
Well Elias seems to have be so well behaved that he's CEASED TO FUCKING EXIST. Well good for him.
In any case your action is to murder "Unruly" people. And considering the entire line of people is now on the verge of rioting, I'd call that pretty unruly. However, I'm a benevolent asshole so I'm gonna roll your gen know and see if you have the presence of mind to NOT open fire into a crowd of scared civilians.
[4]
Congrats, you've gone one more day without giving into the voices.
Cover the refugees, if I see anyone threatening another refugee with lethal force shoot them with the turret. Take my time shooting, line up the shot and if I think the chances of hitting an innocent are too high don't shoot.
See, here we go again with this "Anyone" thing. There are so many people who are a current threat to the civies. You coul probably close your eyes, spin in a circle and fire your weapon a few times and kill at least one person who is dangerous to the refugees. Especially if you did it while inside the shuttle. Well, someone else is on the turret currently, but there is at least one mugger visible to you from where you are, so lets have you attempt to shoot him. Lets get some fucking progress here.
Alright halberd-beaver, you've got a gauss rifle. Thats a good choice, thats murdered lots of people, a good 80% of which were actually enemies and not teammates. Admittedly those numbers may be inflated a bit because there is often overlap in those two categories. Never mind, lets just do it. Whats that Con of yours like...+1, great. Now lets roll.
[5]
Praise space jesus it's a goddamn miracle.
You ignore the rampant silliness of your teammates and brace yourself against the wall of the shuttle. You shoulder your rifle and take careful aim, lining your target up with the crudely welded metal sights of the rifle. He's a scruffy man, disheveled and dirty, shoving his way back away from the portal with a knife in one hand and a fist full of stolen goods in another. His head is a ball of black fuzz with wide, panicked eyes and a shining mouth full of bared teeth set in an angry grimace. It bobs up and down in the crowd, disappearing for a moment before reappearing a second later. He looks back and forth, he shoves, he screams and swings his knife. You wait. He punches with the hand holding his ill-gotten gains, kicks and shoulders through the crowd. Then he stops, sets his feet and starts to scream at the people in front of him. Probably something about moving out of his way, or maybe a threat, or simply a curse. He doesn't get more then a sylable in before the round catches him right in the ear and tears the entire top of his head off in a wet pop. The body stands there for a moment, lower jaw limp and hanging down like a talisman around his neck, before it collapses. It falls forward onto a women in a long robe, who screams and pushes it away. It sides, lands hard on one knee and then topples over and off the path. It bounces twice as it rolls down the steep cliff face and then vanishes into the surf below.
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