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ATTENTION ALL EMPLOYEES There have been 3 important changes to the rules. First, Speech has been added as a skill. Second, Sanitation Officers have been added as a class, and third, Public Relations Representatives have been added as a class. If you would like to change your class or skills, please do so now before we get into any real actions. Thank you))
Get up, ready gear, glare at other security team members until they get ready. Move out.
Name: "Clem"
Physical Description: Extremely scarred and mutilated, with numerous life-support implants jutting out of its flesh at strange angles. Most of its head is replaced by what appears to be a generic gas mask combined with random technological scraps. Does not speak.
Background: "Clem" is apparently what remains of an employee after extensive trauma and extranatural influence. Details are classified. It seems to want to keep working for omnitech, so its contract has been renewed.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d12
Status: "Healthy"
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
Money: 0
Clem wanders about the room, staring intently at various people. This would already be awkward enough, but most people are in the midst of dressing which makes Clem seem not only rude but borderline perverse. This does not seem to stop...Him?
Assemble. Test flashlight.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Background: Signed up for two-year tour after washing out of professional combat-cycling league for poor performance, and discovering complete lack of life skills.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats
Str d4
Dex d4
Speed d6
End d6
Will d4
Kno d4
Fate d4
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d6
Exp d6
Imp d4
Mec d4
Status:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Spuds tests his flashlight. He tests it by looking directly into it and then turning it on. A few moments and swear words later, he is covering his eyes with one arm and making a mental note not to test is weapon in the same way.
Name: HAZMAT Harry
Physical Description: He walked in wearing a HAZMAT suit, and walked out of his job interview wearing an Isolation Suit with a reflective dome.
Background: We're pretty sure he served in the military in a NBC warfare cleanup team. He doesn't talk about it much nowadays. He definitely knows his stuff, though, and has seen enough to bit just a little more resilient than most.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 OMNITECH Foam Gun
Stats:
Strength: d4Lifting stuff, carrying stuff, wielding big ass weapons.
Dexterity: d4 Balance, coordination, not falling off stuff.
Speed: d4 Outrunning and reacting in time not to die.
Endurance: d6Sustaining action and staving off things like sickness.
Will: d6 Concentration, staving off fear, insanity, etc
Knowledge: d8 Knowing things. Roll to know things.
Fate: d6 How things generally work out for you. Low fate means things will probably go bad more often.
Skills:
Melee: d4 Includes fists and any standard melee weapon. Doesn’t include Occult, and the like.
Guns: d6 Pistols, SMGs, Plasma cannons, foam guns, Drill rifles, basically any tube or tube like object that propels hurtful things out of it. Doesn’t cover anything too weird.
Explosives: d4 Bombs, grenades, demolition charges, etc. Also covers things like Bazookas, grenade launchers, etc.
Implants: d4 For using implanted devices. Some implants, such as guns or blades, are covered by their respective skills, while this skill tends to handle implants that don’t fall under other skills. Bionic vision, motion tracking, auto healing, etc.
Mechanics: d4 Covers building, repair, modification, and similar actions.
Technology: d4 Covers using technology and scientific gear.
Medical: d4 Covers basically anything involved fixing or modifying a person.
Occult: d4 Covers the use of occult items and tech.
Status: No injuries yet.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Environmental protection)
OMNITECH Foam Gun[/b] (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack, ie three people using foam guns at once would be 3d4. Some targets immune.) Foam tank, d8 use die.
The OMNITECH foam gun began life as a fire extinguisher, eventually being souped up into a sort of anti-flamethrower. Basically a sprayer attached to a large pressurized tank of chemicals, the gun fires a foam that is highly sticky, expansive, and hardens quickly. Designed to douse fires, control spills and leaks, and to contain dangerous substances. Painted high visibility Yellow and Red with a stenciled black “HMRC” on the tank.
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
A modified welding torch with a built in gas tank. Has an attached nozzle that focuses the flame to either side and directs the metal down into a center trough of sorts. Designed specifically for sealing metal bulkhead doors.
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
The OMNITECH environmental scanner is an all purpose environmental hazard identification suite. Roughly the size of a PDA, it can analyze dozens of environmental hazards including radiation levels, temperature, pathogen load in air or fluid samples, gravity, toxins, oxygen levels, and many more. Usually only functions with mundane dangers.
Money: 0
Check gear, check environment scanner functionality, double-check environment scanner batteries, follow the uselessly squishy meatshield cultist occult materials officer stuck-up sack of probably-demonic flesh. Wait no, this is his first day on the job. Stuck-up sack of probably-soon-to-be-demonic flesh.
Harry turns on the scanner, squints at the display, shakes it, hits it with the heel of his hand, and then squints at it again. The Scanner reads an all clear other than a mildly elevated level of methane in the air.
Try to use my OPCC to find a place where I could take some free breakfast to go that is conveniently on the way to the labs. If successful, make a detour to acquire breakfast.
Regardless, leisurely make my way to the labs.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: Scrawny. Has trouble changing his expression to anything that isn't concentration, boredom or smug superiority.
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.
Class:
Emergency TechnicianLife: d4
Attack: d4 ranged: Generic Personal Sidearm. x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Bored
Inventory:
OMNITECH White JumpsuitOMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapterMoney: 0
[2] Pathos presses the power button on his OPCC and then grimaces mightily when the holoscreen projects a picture of a battery with a line through it and the message "CHARGE ME, IDIOT".
Requisition the placement of one Omni-Incinerator to be placed in the main area of lab t-113. push trash receptacle and mop bucket toward the entrance hall of lab t-113. Stop when she encounters foot traffic in the opposite direction and wait at the side of the hall.
Class: Janitor
Name: Nau T'alloud
Physical Description: embarrasing
Background: Occasionally found in restricted areas, in spite of clear warning signs and immanent danger to life, limb, and paycheck.
Life: d4.
Attack: d2
Stats
d6 Strength:
d4 Dexterity:
d4 Speed:
d8 Endurance:
d8 Will:
d4 Knowledge:
d4 Fate:
Skills
d4 Melee:
d4 Guns:
d4 Explosives:
d4 Implants:
d4 Mechanics:
d4 Technology:
d4 Medical:
d4 Occult:
Status:
Inventory:
Omnitech Isolation suit
Omnitech flashlight
Omnitech mop
Omnitech mop bucket
Omnitech trash disposal bin
Omnitech Incinerator (too large to be carried. [7ft tall x 4 wide x 6 long] To be placed on site by someone capable of transporting such a thing.)
Omnitech personal computing cube Mk J. most functions disabled. provides a list of work duties and known hazards, and the option to record data on corpses, damages, and work activities. includes pre-filled requisition forms for mops, buckets, and trash bins.
Money: 0
IGNORING YOU. CHANGE YOUR CLASS.
Name: Mildred Hootzal
Physical Description: A tall, angular woman just slightly past the prime of her life. Her dark hair has a very subtle sprinkling of grey starting to appear, and when she isn't actively either scowling haughtily or trying to look wise (which she is most of the time) she has one of the most severe cases of resting bitch face ever seen. Sports a septum piercing forged from some dark metal, probably in flagrant disregard of any normal workplace's OH&S procedures.
Almost always smells faintly of incense and/or herbs.
Background: Mildred, or "Mildread" as she has sometimes been known to spell it, the mother of a handful of more-or-less grown children (who will carry the family name down through history for an unprecedented number of millennia), is really far too old for this on-fleek, trendy witchery BS.
She refuses to accept that, though, and jumped at the chance to join the OMI branch of OMNITECH and pretend to be all mystical and shit whilst actually getting paid for it - well, paid better than her half-arsed Etsy store does, anyway.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 personal sidearm.
Stats: Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d8
Skills: Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d6
Status:
Inventory: OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
Money: 0
"Uggh. What time is it!?"
Mildred, for all her wokeness, is not especially pleased at being literally woken up. She waves a hand imperiously at the nearest schmuck in a different, less-imposing jumpsuit.
"You there, go and fetch me a breakfast smoothie."
Order an underling to bring me a low GI, gluten-free breakfast smoothie of some description, then do a brief, abridged version of my usual morning yoga routine before equipping whatever gear is not already on my person and reluctantly following the others.
Mildred marches over to Spuds and begins yelling at him, demanding extremely specific breakfast foods. In his blinded confusion, Spuds springs up and whips around, his flashlight swinging like a mace directly into her face.
[2v4] The blow lays her out flat on her back with both front teeth missing and a slow but steady trickle of blood filling her mouth.
"Well then, let's go earn our keep eh fellas. Let's hope we can grab some chow beforehand!"
Let's try out that scanner!
Name: Jion Maupin
Physical Description: Slightly taller than average, skinny, permanent stubble.
Background: Jion always wanted to go to space and make something out of himself somewhere out there on the new frontier.
Unfortunately, tickets to space are expensive. Luckily, lives for OMNITECH are cheap.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: All good! So far...
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
OMNITECH Foam Gun (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack, ie three people using foam guns at once would be 3d4. Some targets immune.) Foam tank, d8 use die.
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
Money: 0
Jion also checks his environmental scanner and gets a similar response: safe on all levels besides a mildly elevated methane level and a trace of human blood somewhere nearby.
Everyone walks -or is dragged, bleeding and semiconscious- down a series of complex and seemingly needlessly spiraling halls until they find the one marked T-113. The door to it is the same solid, automated bulkhead as every other door around here and it opens as soon as the group reaches it. Through the door is a large room, roughly square, with windows on the left and right. These windows are into the room and everyone can see maybe 2 dozen men and women in lab coats staring in at them. In the Square room there were other men and women in labcoats, though far fewer and generally younger. They were gathered roughly around a machine sitting in the middle of the room, a sort of tube maybe 4 feed in diameter and stretching from the floor to the ceiling, where it disappears into a mad cluster of electronics, metal, wires, and tubing that looks like the remains of a dozen ritualistically vivisected computers. There's a large digital display built onto this wirenest that currently displays
6:43:76
And is rapidly counting down, with the first 6 clearly being the minutes left. Near the tube is a panel and a man in a lab coat who greets the team. His name tag says "STILES" and he is an utterly uninteresting brown haired man in early thirties with glasses and a rather pathetic mustache and goatee combo.
"Ah, the security team. Welcome. We're just about to get started. This is one of the prototype teleportation machines...but I'm sure you've already been briefed on all that." he waves his hand dismissively and turns back to the panel, continuing to talk. "Our sister site on Venus has sent us the first data package containing living organisms. We're waiting for it to reach us now. We wanted to have security on hand, just in case."
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