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 d3 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target.multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d8
Status: a few cuts
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector, OMNITECH “Porcelain” Ceramic knife(d6, breaks on 1) x2, Earplugs, Cognition Copier
Money: 347 OMNI
Sight:blindfold
Smell:
Hearing:Earplugs
Taste:
Touch:
[5]
Tara would have to say that it certainly feels and smells like she fell into a corpse!
Commence machine-to-machine Interface, yes... Pathos states while excitedly wiggling his manipulator arms.
Connect to the server. First order of business is to find a map or at least a rough layout of the area. If I'm successful, use my limited Omniscience to direct people around the complex, if anybody asks for directions. This is going to be like a strategy game, except all my units are blind and drunk.
Ask Mr. Omni to regale me with tales of the chocolate land and sing of its people while I work. Count myself lucky for not actually being able to hear his unfiltered voice.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: A Chihuahua-sized robotic spider. It's entirely mechanical but has a very organic design to it. The mechanics are hidden inside an smooth exoskeleton of metal painted with a matte thin rubber that hides the joints and insulates it. Essentially imagine a giant tarantula but apparently made of hard rubber, a camera instead of a head, and mechanical manipulators instead of mandibles. It is painted a very dark grey, almost black, blending with the shadows.
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 Tech Officer (+200 OMNI per mission, built in computing cube)
Lead Demolitions Tech (+150 OMNI per mission, repairs will be deducted from paycheck)
Life: d4: Chihuahua-sized robospider
Attack: d4: Needle gun
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: *excited spider noises*
Sight: 0.2 FPS
Smell: N/A is robot
Hearing: Speech-to-text-to-speech
Taste: N/A is robot
Touch: N/A is robot
Extra: Motion Sensor, Limited Omniscience
Inventory:
Universal connector (embedded in body)
Computing cube (embedded in rank)
-Text-to-speech earplug control
OMNITECH Thermite cutting charge (3d10 damage but concentrated, no splash, single use. Cuts through metal)
1 demo charge
Glowspray paint
OMNITECH Motion sensor
OMNITECH “Limited Omniscience” Sensor
Money: 475
[5] Pathos connects himself to the server and, after bypassing some rather distressingly rudimentary security, finds a map of the area. It is sadly too large to easily show:spanning dozens of levels and several square miles, but it does allow him to overlay his Omniscience tags and get further information on the state of the area. There appears to be a large fire burning in one section and a fair amount of destruction scattered about. The subject is either enjoying his free time or is trying to get out. Maybe both. There are time stamps associated with the damage, and there are still functioning live feeds from cameras in large sections of the facility. As he looks through these, Pathos notices that someone is accessing another console elsewhere in the restricted zone. They seem to be trying to get to the PA system.
Mr. Omni begins listing the ingredients of a OMNI brand chocolovely bar. It is roughly around "Tetramethylenedisulfotetramine" that pathos begins to feel relieved that he no longer eats.
Lock the door, then search the room for other entrances. Lock/block all of them. If successful in that, sit down next to Pathos, and equip blindfold. Tell Pathos that Wil is going into wait mode, and is disabling his eyesight, then give the psychorant a rest. Just wait for Pathos to find something of interest that we can aim for.
If all entrances can't be locked/blocked, then crouch in a corner with cover and line of sight to Pathos, while maintaining the psychorant. Have a solo debate about the merits of presumably more painful destructive tortures, versus the merits of nondestructive tortures that can be maintained in perpetuity.
Name: Wilfred Seven
Physical Description: He looks identical to Wil Wheaton. That's because he's an identical clone of Wil Wheaton; he actually can't even shave, or even change his hair or anything, it always grows back to the default form within a day. Scarrification might let Wilfred change his appearance, but he's not really up for that.
Background: He was batch manufactured along with nine other Wheaton clones, for use in some film that he's never heard of and was never involved with; only the three "best" clones were actually selected for use in the film, while the other seven--really, the other four, Wil Three survived less than a week--were sold to OMNITECH as cheap labor. Somehow, OMNITECH decided to hire Seven, rather than just enslave him, although he's not really sure what the difference is. Notably, Wilfred's flaw that disqualified him from being selected is that his mind is nothing like the famous actor, and he actually hates being compared to the man.
Class: Senior Xeno-Ambassador (+150 omni per mission)
Life: d6 Riot suit.
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, d4 secubaton melee
Stats:
Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d6
End d4
Wil d8
Kno d4
Fte d4
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d12
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d10
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4
Status:
Inventory:
Advanced Cleaning Apparatus (4d4 ranged attack) and 3 magazines (d6,d6,d6)
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d8 (loaded), d8*11, d4, d0 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Reasonable pair of Handcuffs
Cognition Copier (equipped)
Cat-sized woodlouse named "Rolly-Polly"
Money: -303, owed to loan shark.
Helpful things done on mission:
Shot up some screens and a speaker in the server room.
Sight: Functioning (blindfold readied)
Smell: Nose plugs.
Hearing: Pathos' text-to-speech earbuds.
Taste: Cutting out one's tongue seems like too much. How are we gonna taste him without touching him, anyway?
Touch: Riot armor
Wilfred locks the door, shoves a shelf in front of a small air vent and then curls up under a desk. He lets Wilfred know he's going into inactive mode and then fully shuts himself off from the world.
"Hahahaha. I didn't used to like tihs Wilfram guy, but he's got the spirit. We should totally get him into a coffee pot too, Pathos.
Follow Wilfred around. Assist in colorful vitriol generation for his stream of invectives. Eat any ghosts that aren't properly approved, or happen to be fans of Mr Friend. Cat ghosts are always properly approved, of course. as is anything particularly drippy, gooey, or bitey.
The Ghost of Jon floats into the server room carrying the ghost of the mutant cat they accidentally spawned way back in mission one. The cat is still flailing and growling but Jon keeps holding it by the scruff and whispering baby noises at it.
Go back to the rest of the group and loot one of the that's been checked.
Name: Burt Goldstine
Physical Description: Just like all things at OMNITECH he looks genetic.
Background: Being homeless sucked, so he got the first job he found.
Class: Combat Engineer
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Personal Sidearm
Sight: Blindfold
Smell: Two bullets shoved in nose.
Hearing: Pathos' text-to-speed earbuds
Taste: Silly trashcan helmet?
Touch: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit, Silly trashcan helmet
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: FINE
Inventory:
blindfold
ear plugs
Silly trashcan helmet
Pathos' text-to-speed earbuds
OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
High visibility flares x5
Money: 6
Burt, apparently mid stroke, stumbles back into an already opened room and "Loots" a nice executive style office chair. He proceeds to go wheeling down the hall in it, taunting Mr. Friend and screaming about how he can never die.
Continue exploring and searching for loot. Try to determine the age of any bloodstains I come across.
Name: Elen Farley
Physical Description: Short with long brown hair and green eyes, she seems unnaturally cheerful.
Background: Elen showed up shortly after an incident in one of the OMNITECH labs, she decided to work for OMNITECH mostly out of convenience of already being there.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d10
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d8
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d12
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Completely unprotected against Mr Friend.
Sight:
Smell:
Hearing:
Taste:
Touch:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
5 gallon container of extremely flammable fuel
4 gallon container of water
Lighter
OMNITECH Cognition Copier
Blindfold
OMNITECH Mental Purgant
Money: 200
[4]
Elen continues down the hall, turns a corner, and comes across a body. A young man, a lab tech judging by the clothing. He's dead, though how he died is hard to immediately tell. He's laying face down and there is blood around him and on the walls but not a fatal amount. He died of something other than simple exsanguination. Elen checks the blood that is there and finds it to be very sludgy. Its hours, maybe over a day old, maybe longer depending on the rate of evaporation. He died recently, but not very recently.
Pocket the flash drive. If any of my team REALLY wants to look at what’s in it, I’ll allow it, but I get to keep it.
Otherwise, pocket it and keep my baton handy.
Name: Ji Fuchikoma
Physical Description:
A Short, Athletic, and Absolutely Stacked Girl, who has an uncanny resemblance to an anime character. She has pale freckled skin and, fiery red hair, and large ember green eyes. She as a pair of fox ears and a fox tail.
She is a Waifu-Bot based on a player avatar from the Waifu Assassins Guild series.
Tall, Skinny, Pale, Gaunt. Almost bald even though he can’t be older than 30. Patchy and scruffy stubble that goes all the way down his neck. His eyes aren’t soulless per se, but they have unnaturally white irises, and are filled with a certain, determination.
Background:
Once known as Woldo, a gamer who replaced his physical body with a android based on his famous video game avatar.
Stuart. He was always an odd child. He wanted to be skilled at killing people even as a small child. His parents were very wealthy, and very overprotective of him. Instead of getting him karate lessons or into sports, they got him the most state-of-the-art simulation entertainment system money could buy. He got good at what he did. By the time he was 10, he was the number one Waifu Assassins Guild IX player in the world. However, once he got old enough, it was time to get a job. And since he’s literally good for nothing else, and he fancies himself a killer, he decided to join the Omni-tech security crew.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/Baton
Life: d2
Attack: d4 pistol
Ammo:
Rifle (use d6)(3 magazines)
3 pistol mags (d4 use)
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d12
Guns: d12
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Sight:.2fps-Robot
Smell:Deactivated-Robot
Hearing:Deactivated-Robot
Taste:Deactivated-Robot
Touch:All except feet (to sense vibrations) Deactivated
Inventory:
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Brain Backup
Money: 67
-400 debt
I guess check on teammates and loot anything I come across (especially corpses). Go bother Pathos about giving me a map if possible.
Name: Anya Sokolova
Physical Description: Wiry, roughly 6'4/193 cm tall, Anya cuts a striking figure compared to the diminutive height of most women at OMNITECH. Her nearly shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes merely amplifies that affect
Background: born in some rural shithole in Novosibirsk, Anya worked on her parents farm, mainly fixing up their only tractor. She decided to join the Russian engineer troops to make something of herself. One... eventful career later, and she decided it be better to go to OMNITECH than the Hague. Sometimes she wonders if that was the good choice.
Class: Combat Engineer
Unused level points: 0
Life: d4
Attack: d4 generic personal sidearm/d4 monkey wrench
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d12
Tech: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: vertical and breathing
Inventory:
OMNITECH red jumpsuit
Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged)
GPS magazine ×3 (d4)
Omnitech Tool kit (2/3)
High visibility flares ×5
monkey wrench (d4)
Cognition copier
Earplugs (upgraded with TTS)
Blindfold
Noseplugs
Money: 89
Sight: blindfold readied for use
Smell: noseplugs
Hearing: TTS earplugs
Taste: uhhh
Touch: nothing
Follow Tara! Help her out, if need be. 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 or d8 tentacle
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d4
Will:d6
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d12
Skills:
Melee:d4
Guns:d8
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Occult: d10
Status: probably maybe a little insane.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
Tentacle thing
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
3 frag grenades
Blindfold
Earbud
Cologne
Cognition copier
Money: 276
Sight:nah
Smell:cologne blocking it
Hearing:earbuds
Taste:nope
Touch:nuh uh
Name: Gabe Toots
Physical Description: Tall east Asian man with a stubble. Black hair with brown eyes, also wear glasses (basically a clone of the first Gabe in appearance)
Background: He going to be the mook that fills out the team and add firepower but, will most likely to die before the mission ends
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle (3 mags d6) and d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: 1d6
Dexterity: 1d6
Speed: 1d4
Endurance: 1d6
Will: 1d4
Knowledge: 1d4
Fate: 1d4
Skills:
Melee: 1d8
Guns: 1d8
Explosives: 1d4
Implants: 1d4
Mechanics: 1d4
Technology: 1d4
Medical: 1d4
Occult: 1d4
Speech: 1d4
Status: perfectly fine
Inventory: OMNITECH electrical behaviour modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Sight: closed eyes
Hearing: none
Touch: none
Smell: none
Taste: none
I guess I'm basically dead
With the Door to the server room locked, Anya joins Ji, Toots, and Toby as the go to look in on Tara. They find her splayed out in gore, struggling to get her footing. They pull her up and out before taking a moment to look over the room. The body is old, over a day old, and who it used to be is hard to say. There's no skin, the chest and abdominal cavity are open, and the arms have been removed, while the legs remain, splayed out to act as a sort of base to keep the body stable leaning against the wall. Written in blood on the wall above the corpse, now slightly marred by Tara's flailing, are the words
Hide and seek
Ready or not
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