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
Run the scanner again, check that mouse for hazards, then tell people whether it's safe or not. If it is, remove it if it's safe let someone else remove it.
Then ask what the next creature they're bringing through is.
Harry walks over to the tube but shrinks back a bit as the tube lifts, retracting into the ceiling enough to allow him to get at the mouse. He sticks the scanner towards the critter and checks it. Ozone, mild temperature elevation, some quickly diminishing radiation and heavy hydrogen. Trace amounts of burnt organic matter, probably hair. Seems safe enough.
"A variety. I believe a dog is up next. Then an ape, then a man. Then two men." Stiles replies to Harry's question of whats up next.
Name: Dave
Physical Description: Generic caucasian male
Background: Dave passing his university exams Dave just grabbed the first job that came his way.
Class: Combat Medic.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d10
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Healthy
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3 (DO NOT DOUBLE DOSE)
Money: 0
If HAZMAT guy and occult guy says it's safe go to pick the mouse to check for physical irregularities.
Harry gives Dave a thumbs up, so Dave walks over and picks the mouse up by the tail. He inspects it for a good hard moment before placing it in the palm of his hand. He's not a vet or anything but the creature looks pretty much fine; bit of burnt hair and the exposed skin looks like it might have been sunburnt a bit but otherwise its fine. No extra heads or leaking fluids but without an autopsy or at least some imaging he can't be totally sure.
Stiles gestures and Dave comes over to him. Stiles produces a Standard containment pod and opens the top, holding it so Dave can deposit the mouse inside. The mouse safely stored, he places the pod down by the base of the panel and starts poking at the controls.
Sit on the metal crate and wait for the next teleportation.
Name: Heather Reid
Physical Description: Tall and lean. Her violet hair is tied into a ponytail.
Background: Heather signed up after her license was revoked due to unethical conduct, she may enjoy seeing blood and being able to shoot others a little too much.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d8
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3 (DO NOT DOUBLE DOSE)
Money: 0
Heather gets out of the Coward Conga Line and sits on the crate, feeling slightly let down by the lack of terror.
Stand off to the side of Dave, keeping the 'foam gun' at the ready (try not to stand in anyone's line of fire, and if possible keep my back towards the room's exit). If the mouse attacks him or otherwise poses a threat, immediately try to stick it to the floor (preferably without hitting Dave or any other teammate/ally!)
If possible, ask the good doctor a list of the creatures they are planning to send through, as well as if they know about any variance in the position of teleported subjects in addition to the time variance we just witnessed. Also ask them to delay the sending of the next sample until this one is well and fully processed.
"Ok then Harry, if you grab it, I'll keep the foam ready in case it gets any funny ideas.
Oh, and by the way fellas, apparently that fancy timer they have is more a suggestion than an actual countdown, so be ready for possible unexpected teleportation events."
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
Foam seems unnecessary at the moment so Jion listens in about the list of critters coming through. When Stiles finishes, Jion asks about the timer.
"The timer is an approximation." Stiles says, "Due to the natural time delay between transmissions and responses, we're running things off a standard time table in which we have just enough time to send in a response to let them know we're ready before they automatically send the next specimen. We're running off the time table but there's a chance that we get slightly out of alignment.
No, I'm afraid we can't stop now."
Just has he says this, the Clock begins displaying numbers again.
Use my OMNITECH Contract Notebook's Omnilawayer Suite to make up the papers for the inevitable `Excessive Use of Force on Potential Future Samples of Omnitech`. Lawsuit.
Also a waiver for disassociating Omnitech and it's PR employees from any backlash caused by `Un-associated Companies' Products & Promised Samples.`
((Character sheet please))
This guy, whoever they are, shows excellent imitative and starts preemptively printing out legal paperwork.
"Guess we'll alternate. I'll pull the next one."
Remain ready. Keep looking at the teleporter while the mates pick up the mouse.. there might be more on the way already.
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 stays behind the crate. Cowardly or not, he has faith the crate will protect him. He says a little prayer to the crate.
Clem shrugs and pushes past anyone trying to contain the specimen using improper procedure such as "bare hands".
What risk factors are associated with data loss in transferral of living organisms?
Once the tube is open, contain the sample using an OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod. If an employee manages to rush to the tube before me and grasp the specimen without any protection or containment, clasp the OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod down on the sample while it remains in the employee's hands, and subsequently strike the employee in the head with my OMNITECH® Null-Rod.
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
Speech: d4
Status: "Healthy"
Inventory:
OMNITECH® Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 OMNITECH® Generic™ Sidearm Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
Money: 0
Clem remembers that there are many risk factors for data loss. Solar winds. High energy particles. Imprecisely formed plasma envelope around the matter. Interception of background radiation that isn't filtered out. Unforeseen quantum decay. Lots of things really. As per the results of the loss...oh could be just about anything. Probably a dead test subject is most likely.
The mouse has been contained already so Clem wacks Dave upside the head with its null-rod and proceeds to angrily mime not to pick up things without gloves. Dave seems confused and a bit dazed. Maybe give head trauma AFTER the explanation next time.
"Ooh, brownies! Gimme one, eh?"
Assist Pathos in brownie consumption. Root through refrigerator for additional snacks. Incinerate anything unappetizing.
CLASS: Sanitation Engineer
Name: Jonathan "Jon" I. Tor
Physical Description:A bit overweight, sallow complexion, surly expression. Thick black eyebrows. Mole under left ear.
Background: Born and raised poor. Stuck in a dead end job for who knows how long. But hey, at least he carries a thermonuclear incinerator on his back!
Life: d4.
Attack: d2 for punches.
Stats
d6 Strength: spent 1 point here
d4 Dexterity:
d4 Speed:
d6 Endurance: Spent 1 point here
d6 Will: Spent 1 point here
d4 Knowledge:
d12 Fate: d8 from class, spent 2 points here
Skills
d4 Melee:
d4 Guns:
d4 Explosives:
d4 Implants:
d4 Mechanics:
d4 Technology:
d4 Medical:
d4 Occult:
d4 Speech:
Status: (nominal)
Inventory:
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
The rubberized jumpsuit is effectively identical to that worn by the HMRC but lacking its sophisticated breathing apparatus. Its a puke green color that is universally reviled and is for some reason far squeakier than the HMRC suit, complete with boots that squeal and squeak and whine constantly. SANITATION is written across the chest in big letters and the Officer's name on the back.
OMNITECH Incinerator
A backpack portable, high temperature, thermonuclear incinerator. Burns up almost any organic material and many inorganic ones, depositing the resulting tightly compressed ash blocks on the ground like smoldering rabbit droppings. Has both a large hatch for loading in bulky waste and a vacuum hose for sucking up small debris. Can also be set to spray flame, though doing so is technically against regulations and highly dangerous. Has "SANITATION" stenciled on one side of the main body.
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
A sort of laser squeegee, a metal handle that splits into two wide set prongs, between which a high energy arc of electricity flows. Used to burn up and reduce to ash stubborn waste clinging to metal. The Rubber jumpsuit of the Sanitation Tech protects them against possible arcing, but teammates should make sure to stand clear of anything metal that is being cleaned with the scraper, lest they become something else that must be cleaned up. Has at least 8 warning stickers on it.
OMNITECH Automop
A marvel of cleaning technology, the OMNITECH automop is one of OMNIHOME line's flagship products. It is essentially a circular scrubbing head affixed to a handle, which rotates and scrubs automatically, dispensing soap and water from an internal reservoir as needed. The Automop cleans with precision engineered efficiency and ease, leaving sparkling floors and a fresh pine scent behind it. So efficient are they that many have argued that Sanitation Officers could be replaced by nothing but a fleet of Automop drones. Those suggesting this tend to end up in an ash cube and as such the suggestion is never taken too seriously.
Money: 0
Jon takes a brownie and munches on it while continuing to search the fridge. Hmm. There's a lot of stuff in here; sandwiches, pie, cookies, meatloaf, reconstituted nutrient paste, pizza, pasta, etc. Jon sets the incinerator down and opens the large top hatch. He begins liberally tossing food into the incinerator; anything he doesn't like. That done, he carries an armful of the remaining goods to the table and sits down, spoiled for choice.
"Hm? Sure, sure."
While absent-mindedly munching on one of the 'free' muffins, try to remotely connect to any recording devices or other sensors in the lab.
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
Pathos continues to eat his brownie, which he insists on calling a muffin for some reason. With the cube charging, he activates the holo screen and keyboard and tries to connect to the Teleporter lab.
[8]
He manages to get in and connect to the security minicams that are spread throughout the room. He even links them together to form a little 3d hologram model of the room with little people walking around and arguing about mice.
Murine teleportation, Qualt states.
Keep my distance. Let the security teams do their jobs. Analyze the rest of this laboratory space.
Name: Qualt
Physical Description: Somehow apparently completely made of wood, even its (his? her?) hair, yet it all reacts as if Qualt were human. Hair flows, cuts bleed, and teeth chomp. Appearing to be some sort of dark wood, perhaps mahogany, they have an inquisitive look in their eyes whenever they study another living creature. Their voice, when heard, also sounds hollow as if through a speaker though their throat vibrates and mouth moves like a normal human being's.
Background: Qualt appeared one day, in front of the OMNITECH hiring agency. Qualt does not remember much of their past life, but they must have practiced medicine as it seems to be the one thing they are good at.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged [Generic Sidearm]
Stats:
- Strength: d4
- Dexterity: d6
- Speed: d4
- Endurance: d4
- Will: d6
- Knowledge: d4
- Fate: d6
Skills:
- Melee: d4
- Guns: d6
- Explosives: d4
- Implants: d4
- Mechanics: d4
- Technology: d4
- Medical: d10
- Occult: d4
Status: Squeaky Clean
Inventory:
- OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
- OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
- OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3
Money: Zilch!
Qualt wanders about, scanning the rest of the room, but there's very little more to see. He waves in at the scientists behind the security windows but they mostly frown or ignore him. No fun.
”All this fuss over one little mouse? You eggheads really are a jumpy bunch, aren’t you? Will you be calling us in to squash spiders and chase moths out of your rooms?”
Take note of everyone’s positions around the room. Is anyone standing in anyone else’s crossfire? If so, try to arrange everyone so that they’re not in danger of shooting each other.
Name: Lance Bradley
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale. He had his eyes, hair, and fingernails permeable died purple.
Background: comes from a troubled past, that lead to crime, that then lead to lucrative crime, that lead to prison, that lead to a guy with a certain set of skills looking for a job.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/ d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: (Any injuries you've sustained this mission. Resets each new mission)
Inventory:
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Lance goes around, checking firing angles, but finds things are pretty much ok.
Inspect the readouts to see if anything's happening/get a baseline for future trials.
Wait I didn't read everything.
Okay there.
Name: Patrick Edmundson
Physical Description: Red hair, green eyes, clean-shaven, but otherwise nothing of note.
Background: Never got an engineering degree (thought it took too much time), but his good performance in the interview and a recommendation from an uncle about to retire from OMNITECH got him a job.
Life: d4
Attack: d2, d4 Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: No injuries
Inventory: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit, OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die), OMNITECH Tool kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a repair or modify roll), Box of 5 high visibility flares
Money: 0
Same as everyone else who has done this action.
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: knocked out front teeth. Bruised dignity.
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
Sulk in a corner, giving the occasional theatrical groan of pain as I probe at the cotton stuffed in my mouth with my tongue.
Should probably get my sidearm out too, I guess, and put it somewhere handy.
((Why so much OOC? Good grief.))
Mildred sits in the corner, holding her mouth shut and rubbling idly at the blood staining her lips and chin. She draws her side arm and sets it beside her, but mostly seems focused on her teeth or lack there of.
Edge around the room while facing the teleporter and keeping the rifle ready. If the mouse detonates into demons, or demons otherwise appear, shoot the demons. If the mouse doesn't become something exceptionally harmful, continue around to the crate Spuds is behind, and take cover with him. Watch behind him, just in case a demon teleports into a flanking position.
Name: Rezel Revel
Physical Description: Small, unassuming, twitchy, and nervous. Giggles quietly when scared.
Background: Signed up because he was told that security guards were given P90-like weapons, and basically went "Oh, cool, I love P90s!" He regrets this decision.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats:
Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d8
End d6
Wil d6
Kno d4
Fte d4
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d8
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d4
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc 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
Rezel circles the room and then joins the coward conga line. Tactically, of course.
Great, looks like we've been called out for nothing. Slouch against a handy console and just observe the overly dramatic attempts of my teammates to move a mouse from point A to point B.
Name: Roald Baccam
Physical Description: Short and sturdily built, though surprisingly delicate with his hands when working on machinery. His long, somewhat stringy hair is usually tied back in a ponytail when at work.
Background: A former spaceship mechanic, he lost his job after hospitalizing one of his colleagues in a fit of anger. Fortunately, OMNITECH were willing to overlook this and offer him this job.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d8
Dexterity: d6
Speed:d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: A-OK
Inventory: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
3x Sidearm Magazines (d4 Use die)
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Money: 0
Roald looks for some exposed buttons and switches to lean against but sadly the only ones around are currently occupied by Stiles. So he instead leans against a wall with his arms folded and laughs quietly to himself.
Sip some coffee and observe what the team does to this mouse.
Name: Edward F. Slant esq.
Physical Description:A rather plain looking man, with his hair neatly parted to the side, a curly moustache on his upper lip and a 5' o clock shadow on his chin. He wears an easy-going expression at all times.
Background: After concluding his studies to be a lawyer, Ed was quite displeased to get one divorce case after another. Really, it almost seems like all people do is get divorced, or bitch about the fence of a neighbours lawn being an inch too much to the right, or fight about grandma's inheritance. So when OMNITECH started hiring, Ed immediatly jumped at the chance to do some real work for once.
Life: d4
Attack: OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon (d4 ranged attack) (d4 use die) (Silent)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d8
Status:
Inventory:
Executive Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon (d4 ranged attack) (d4 use die) (Silent) (3 magazines)
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
OMNITECH Contract Notebook
Money: 0
Ed returns from the break room and idly sips coffee while watching the mouse dance. Which isn't to say the mouse is dancing but the silly actions of his team which could be called a dance of sorts. The mouse dance.
He stops thinking along these lines because it isn't funny.
Get some coffee while everyone else keeps messing around with the mouse.
Name: Benny Benson
Physical Description: He looks like the most generic man ever with the most generic mustache ever.
Background: After being homeless for several years he finally decided to be a normal person and get a job, unluckily for him he got a job as a security guard for OMNITECH.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack:d6 Security Rifle / d4 Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
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) X3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Benny asks Ed where he got the coffee and follows Ed's directions to the break room, getting some for himself.
The clock displays
2:35:25
And the tube returns to its closed position with a hiss. As this is happening, Stiles waves his hand at the security team.
"There's a cage out in the hall for this dog. Please go get it."
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