Frank had long been the laughing stock of the colony, after a simple misstep at a social gathering landed him in a very awkward position. The reason didn't matter; over time, people made it out to be a bigger and bigger accident, until he was basically ostracized by the community. His only break from the satire poured upon him was when he hid in his little fort of old boxes and pretended to not exist. Eventually, he wondered what was contained in the boxes. When he searched them the drone was the first thing he found; and the last, as he was adequately distracted by the message. One would think he would turn the drone immediately towards the goal of saving the station; yet Frank was a petty person. The abuses he had suffered... He didn't care about helping the people on this station. Instead, in a split second, he decided to make them feel the same sadness and fear that had plagued his life. And he would take advantage of this situation to do so.
For now, he did a quick one-over on the machine to make sure it still worked. Then, he grabbed any extra equipment he could find, and sought out a map to refresh his memory of the station's layout.
(2)
The drone was currently broken, but the repairs looked simple enough.
(6)
He grabbed the items he had scavenged over the years. His trusty laser pistol, his repair kit, his emergency rations, and his map.
With the current shortages on, well, everything, hoarding food was technically illegal, but since when did Frank care about rules?
One issue was that the datapad holding his map was currently dead.
Honk looks over the troubling reports, and activates the station's PA system with his massive foot. A loud trumpeting issues from his horn and is translated for your convenience.
"Attention, crew. There is no need to panic. Repairs to the field will begin shortly. Please comply with further orders from the administration in the interest of public safety."
Work on issuing new uniforms to the crew. I understand humans require clothing.
(See leadership move)
Subject 601 was bored.
Find someone to fight with.
(3)
Subject 601 was bored, and so looked for someone to fight with. Luckily, the person who had just released him was still nearby!
(4+1 vs 4-1)
S601 lashed out with his tentacles, biting the person many times as the person turned around, startled. Even as they were bitten close to death, their hand moved towards their hip.
((Corrected))
Remember how I got the news about how the field failed. That's a pretty important detail.
(6)
You first got the news from the loudspeaker you were eating. (So
that's what that was)
You then got the news from the disgruntled guard who requested you cease eating the communication system.
Strudel had been babbling about, trying to pinpoint a glitch with his vocalizer subroutines, when the containment field flickered. Suddenly, not being able to speak properly didn't seem quite that important anymore.
At least, that's what his programming told him. Personally, he really didn't care much for silly things like air and food. But he is bound to attempt to help out, even if this entire facility is pretty much falling apart at the seems. These young whippersnappers don't even know how to maintain their stuff anymore. Just look at the sorry state he himself is in.
This unit is fairly certain that the containment field is supposed to be on at all times. Don't tell me that you young whippersnappers have forgotten how to maintain such a vital piece of this facility as well?
Message the person in charge of the containment field for information
((Didn't even need to roll for this one, as it was already rolled for in the leadership report))
You attempt to message the person in charge of the containment field. Turns out there is no such person. In fact, there are no official repairmen whatsoever currently.
Dredging up something from your memmory banks, you remember that the inhabitants didn't mess with the field as it was built by the Architects, people whose technology was far above that of the people placed on the Sphere. All they could do was just hope it kept working.
"Yes, as my co-leader has stated, these things happen from time to time, and we'll have it all fixed up soon. Everything on this planet gets fixed some time or another, and we have had plans for what to do in this exact situation for decades. We are monitoring the situation, and appreciate your calmness and cooperation. As you all know, I am a leader because I can fix the things that need to be fixed, so do not worry, do not panic, and most importantly, don't miss lunch.
Thank you, that is all."
Search the office for diagrams, technical reports, anything that might explain how the containment system works.
(5)
You search the office for anything that might help explain the mysteries of the containment field. You managed to find a book titled "A history of our colony" buried on the bottom of a box filled with administration pages from seven hundred years ago. Man you should really have a team organice your office.
Anyways, do you want to read the book?
Leadership:
(2)
In an attempt to correct the issue of having very little non radioactive clothing, an order was sent out to search for any working 3d printers, which could print synthetic clothing.
Only one was found, and it was broken.
Name: Frank (Coolrune)
Appearance: Think of a guy called Frank. Yep. That's what he looks like.
Special Skill: The ability to know every function of an object or system by touching it.
Inventory: Repair drone (Broken, simple fix)
Laser pistol (1/6 charges remaining)
Repair kit (+1 to attempting simple or moderate repairs)
Emergency rations (2 meals worth)
Datapad (0/10 charges remaining, contains map)
Name: Azzepehpeh (OceanSoul)
Appearance: Lime green humanoid made out of fluid corrosive slime
Special Skill: Dissolving materials he is in contact with, as sustenance.
Inventory:
Name: Subject 601 (Puppyguard)
Appearance: A greyish blob with many tentacles, each with a mouth and eyes.
Special Skill: Combat.
Inventory:
Name: Unit 57R-UD31 "Strudel" (Pancaek)
Appearance: A humanoid android build for exploration, think K-2SO from rogue one.
Special Skill: Synthetic Durability (Does not need oxygen, food, or water to survive. Immune to physical pain, but needs energy to run and can still have synthetic nerves severed.)
Inventory:
Name:Honk (Enemy Post)
Appearance:A Parasaurolophus.
Special skill:Strength. Not particularly skilled with combat and precision, but good at moving huge objects or other similar tasks.
Inventory:
Name: Ainur (Madman)
Appearance: Human. Think "stereotypical fantasy-world smith".
Ability: Construction. (Capable of building things out of other things, even if the other things don't appear to be really related to the things he builds.)
Inventory:
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Topic: The End of a Cycle IC - Turn 2 (Read 1738 times)