Name: Tara
Physical Description: A 4 foot 6 in tall female human with pale skin, brunette hair, and blue eyes who weighs 110 pounds. She is 15 years old.
Background: She was Lucy's younger sister. She would watch Lyra perform her experiments until she went to OMNITECH. When she learned of the deaths of her sisters, she joined here hoping to make the place safer
Life: d4
Attack: OMNITECH Foam Gun d4 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target.multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d8
Status: No Injuries
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector
Money: 0
“What if we went upwards? Out of the canyon?”
Get foam gun out to shoot st something if it breaks through the windoe
Tara gets out her foam gun and gets ready to use it in a way probably more congruent with its original intent than its common usage.
"Oh god, there's so many of them."
Crawl under my seat and hide.
Name: Harold Goldstine
Physical Description: A short balding man with a mustache.
Background: He was tired of a boring life so he decided to join OMNITECH as a security guard.
Class: Security
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, mag d6/ d4 Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Handcuffs
Money: 0
Harold assumes the standard OMNI security adversity response position.
Rummage through the rest of the underseats and try and snag the additional ink bombs.
Name: Charon Pu
Physical Description: A sickly pale Italian man with bloodshot eyes. He frowns constantly.
Background:
[Redacted]Class:
Emergency Technician
Life:
d2Attack:
d4 Personal Sidearm (d4 use)
Stats:Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed:d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d8
Skills:Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: D6
Status: Fine. Got a bit of paint on my face.
Money: Nada
Inventory:- OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
- OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines(d4 use die)
- OMNITECH Override Fob
- OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
[4]
Charon manages to safely scavenge several ink bombs from the undersides of other chairs.
do these eels count as occult? If so, remember everything I know about them. Also, turn of any lights near me, to set the mood.and we're back! Toby will stand there and wait for something to go wrong.
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Name: Toby Jackson
Physical Description:a normal looking guy with short black hair. 5 foot 5, has no muscles.
Background: need money. No skills. Omnitech good.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 Generic pistol
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d4
Endurance:d4
Will:d4
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d12
Skills:
Melee:d4
Guns:d4
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Occult: d10
Status: (Any injuries you've sustained this mission. Resets each new mission)
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
Money: 0
Toby considers the fishy things.
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He decides that they are not occult, just alien. Probably.
Shoot, if I can.
Doot, if I cannot.
Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: Slightly smaller than average, tanned, sideburns.
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d4
Attack: [ERROR: DATA NOT FOUND]
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d8
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: okie dokie
Inventory:
cognition copier
Money: 175
Porque no los dos?"I HAVE A PLAN!!!"
Give one of the bystanders a flare to eject backwards from the ship if possible. Yell for Pathos to kill the lights once the flare is outside of the ship. Hope the fish follow the flare and not us. Be ready to shoot fish with turret if this fails. "The creatures are after our lights! This ought to confuse them."
((This requires three things: At least one bystander to eject the flare (read: Harold, Charon, or Pike), Pathos's cooperation, and a method of ejecting the flare in a direction away from us without ejecting us or flooding the ship with the gas.))
((Also, Pathos... are you sure we were in a canyon?))
The ship is moving through a canyon of sorts it seems like, ragged stone walls like stalagmite teeth rising up around them.
((I might be freaking out a little bit, but I'm getting a very definite star wars "This is no cave" feeling.))
Name: Fred Williams
Physical Description: A tall and lanky engineer. Light skin, dark hair, blue eyes. Younger, mid 20's.
Background: A computer engineer who decided that his first job out of college - programming microcontrollers to be 5% more time efficient - was boring. The possibility of combat -- Like Call of Duty but more realistic (according to the recruiter) -- was all Fred needed to decide that this was the career move of a lifetime. Well... that and it came with a class 3 weapons permit. (In the US, a class 3 is the extraordinarily hard to get collector permit (read: takes years and thousands of dollars and lots of training) that allows you to own fully automatic weapons made before 1970.)
Note: despite being a computer engineer, has an inexplicable lack of tech skills, yet can easily fix almost any mechanical problem. He has no idea why.
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Life: d2
Attack: d4 - Omnitech Generic Personal Sidearm
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Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d4
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Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d12
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
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Status: N/A
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Inventory:
Omnitech Red Jumpsuit
Omnitech Generic Personal Sidearm d4 using Magazine d4
Additional Magazines x2 d4
Omnitech Tool Kit - advantage on rep/mod.
Uses x3
High Viz. Flares x5
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Money: 0
Turn off the lamps and fly a bit higher to throw them off our trail. Also stop firing the thrusters if they emit a lot of light and just coast forward if that's a thing that would make sense. Otherwise just keep flying towards our destination and Dodge anything bright coming our way.
((Too bad nobody has night vision.))
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: A literal crash test dummy.
Background: Delusions of grandeur. Took this job as a way to rapidly advance the ranks and see cool things. And because it would give him plenty of opportunities to set things on fire without his superiors being close enough to yell at him. Lost his original body in a freak shuttle accident.
Class: Senior Emergency Technician (+100 OMNI per mission)
Life: d4: crash test dummy
Attack: d2: unarmed
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d8
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Blank stare
Inventory:
nothing
Money: -270
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[4]
Pathos kills all the lights in the craft, inside and out, and reduces the engines to the point that they shouldn't be visible. Meanwhile Fred attempts to get literally anyone to listen to his plan with the flare, however the rest of the team either didn't listen or didn't feel like doing it or just got caught up in bystander syndrome and assumed someone else would handle it. So no one comes forth. This leaves Fred with exactly one recourse: He has to do it himself. He runs to the rear of the ship and attempts to open the back just a bit. This of course goes poorly and the entire back hatch ends up slamming open, exposing interior of the ship to the exterior gaseous world. The thick, opaque gasses start flowing in like fluid, the pressure of the outside world overcoming even the tremendous speed of the craft. Fred hurls the flare off into the darkness and to his satisfaction watches as indefinite shapes and shimmering lights flow in towards it.
[4]
He punches the hatch controls and the door closes and locks right about as the hatch controls crunch under his fist and are rendered inoperable. The opaque gas settles in the bottom of the ship at roughly hip height, keeping the breathable atmosphere compressed up on the top of the ship. The alien gases are cold but not lethally so.
Maybe 30 seconds later there is a curious sound, like metal tearing, and an intense feeling of vertigo and freefall. Then the darkness of the gaseous alien phasespace vanishes in an instant, replaced with the equally vast, but far more familiar, darkness of space. The shuttle has popped back into real space slightly off target due to the lowered engine output in the last seconds of their flight, but it is still close enough to easily make out their target. The asteroid looks like a potato, a big lumpy oblong thing spattered with small impact craters. It is quite large, several miles in with and two or three times that in length, but outwardly completely uninteresting, save for two things. The first is what everyone expected: The glowing metallic nub of a docking station squatting at the apex of the asteroid, evidence of human habitation and no doubt larger structures within. The second thing, which no one expected, is a metal spike that has skewered through the entire asteroid on a diagonal, its sharp tip pointing out one end and its flat tip pointing out the other. What kind of metal it is, its origin, its nature, they cannot tell from here. But it feels to all of them like an ominous portent; a harbinger of doom.