Suddenly, you all find yourselves in a small, pentagon-shaped room. Inset in each of the five walls is an automatic sliding door. The walls themselves are lined with whirring machinery and important-looking pipes. Above your heads are a series of catwalks, and above that is a glass roof, through which you can see space, and a familiar red planet; Mars.
In the center of the room, there is a great pile of corpses, all wearing what appear to be maintenance uniforms. Your hands are bound in front of you with electronic handcuffs, on which a display counts down from 5 seconds.
Ollie:Clutched in your left hand is a rather massive and ornate handgun. [Adaptability: 3] You notice that on the side of the gun is a picture of a rather angry man in a nice... sailor cap or something?
Misha:You appear to be wearing either a large backpack or a parachute. [Adaptability: 6] Before you can react, metal tendrils emerge from holes in the backpack, and tear apart your restraints. [Toughness: 2] This understandably freaks you out, and you fall right on your fat ass. You're now free, but laying on the ground.
Sir Jorge:In one of you hands, you're carrying a small dagger, inscribed with glowing arcane symbols. Not a sword, but you can work with this. [Adaptability: 3] You get the feeling you could open things up with this.
Buster:You would appear to be holding a small one-handed hammer, with a massive stone head. [Adaptability: 2] It feels too heavy to use effectively as a weapon.
Jürgen:You have a small electronic device strapped to your chest, which glows with an internal green light. [Adaptability: 6] A small green bubble appears around you (which only you can see, though you might not realize) that appears to move with your thoughts. Neato.
A few of the corpses in the center of the room being to shudder and move.
1 is Ollie
2 is Misha
3 is Sir Jorge
4 is Buster
5 is Jürgen
black squiggly lines are the corpsepile
Red lines are doors