"Huh."
Do the sensible thing and remotely transmit the command to shut down the energy channel.
Then continue nonchalantly munching on crepes.
If Stiles is still alive, ask him who he thinks won my bet with Oz. I bet things would go horribly wrong on the next experiment while Oz bet it would go horribly wrong in this experiment. Oz says he won because of the dog incident. But I argue that things aren't horribly wrong, they are only somewhat wrong. I'm sure the next experiment will be much worse!
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
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Pathos opens up a new menu and digs through data until he finds the control system that the teleporter is using. Its quite easy to see the error, its flashing bright red, so he tries to force quit the connection. But that doesn't work. The thing throws an error, saying there is some sort of mechanical issue.
Prod people with my gun to clear a nice, clean route between the dog and its crate. Don't say anything, don't want to attract the dog's attention.
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 opens the dog's crate and then starts clearing people out of the way, trying to form a nice clear path between the dog and the crate. However, many people seem to be walking towards the dog which makes clearing them away without also walking towards the dog and attracting its attention quite difficult. Spuds opts to instead wait for those people to move on their own, either under their own power or via dog laser.
Name: Edward Mortan
Physical Description: He's a bit scrawny and unshaven. Never opens his eyes more than halfway.
Background: Edward can replace a lightbulb without too much difficulty, and he watches a lot of youtube videos. Edward endeavours to do as little as possible in his life and so far has performed admirably.
Life: d4 (OMNITECH White Jumpsuit)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Money: 0
Edward joins the party? Maybe he crawls out from under the break room sink.
"Huh? Did I just hear something?"
Edward runs into the room, apparently having slept through the earlier alarm and everyone leaving. He leans down, resting his hands on his knees and gasping for air.
"What I miss? Anything important? Whats with the dog? And the hole in the wall? And that crispy guy?"
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
"That's a new one...
Can we just foam it and use the foam kind of like a crate that he can't bark in until somebody can muzzle him?"
Nevermind, everyone's insisting on touching the dog. Just stay away from where it's pointing its mouth, warn everyone if my scanner indicates another "high energy event".
Harry hangs back and keeps his scanner pointed at the dog, waiting for the opportunity to tell everyone to duck.
Put some food from the former fridge (hopefully the guys who took some out will lend me some) inside the cage so that the dog will go in voluntarily. Maybe calm it down with some food first, but don't go near it, just throw it from a distance. Or give it to the guy who is going in to pet it. Either way, once food is placed/given stand weeeeell back, and urge the npc's to stand back as well. Don't wanna make the dog feel cornered.
If at any moment my scanner indicates another high energy event, get out of the dog's line of sight and duck 'n cover!
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 runs into the breakroom and grabs what remains of the meatloaf from Jon. Thus armed, Jion returns to the teleporter room and dumps half the meatloaf into the dog carrier and hands the other half to Mildred, who seems intent on going to pet the dog. With everything set up, he hightails it back into a corner and points his scanner at the dog with the other hand attempting to cover his face.
"Aww, poor widdle guy," Mildred coos, her foul mood, broken teeth and general mystique forgotten as her soul overflows with concern for this adorable-yet-volatile critter.
She frowns worriedly, standing up from her spot in the corner.
"His throat chakra must be so blocked. It's obvious. C'mere you little scamp."
Get up and cautiously approach the pupper, ready to dive to the side if it so much as looks at me.
Attempt to scoop him/her up for some calming, cleansing pats (pets?) and cuddles whilst continuing to coo reassuringly at the little cutie.
Be sure to keep its head and mouth pointed away from me, just in case my attempts at dispelling the pup's obvious spiritual anguish are somehow ineffective.
Then plonk 'em down in front of the open cage once they're calm. Try and keep the business end pointed away from my colleagues in the process, too, without relinquishing control over its head movements to the point that it might be able to direct a borkblast at me. Priorities.
Edit:
If anyone fetches me a treat to give the dog, I will jam it onto the edge of my Null-Rod and carefully hold it at arm's length, keeping it out at a diagonal between myself and the dog - as in, out to one side, so that if it opens its mouth sooner than expected any potential blasts will be directed that way instead of straight at me.
Try and gesture my colleagues to shuffle to the other side of the room if possible, too.
If nothing goes wrong thus far, shake the treat/meat/whatever off the rod onto the floor, then crouch behind the dog as it starts to eat to calm it down with pats and soothing noises. It's a pet, so hopefully it isn't too protective of its food... Pick it up once it's done eating and take it to the cage, as described.
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
[5]
Mildred slowly approaches the dog with a lump of cold meatloaf balanced at the end of a null-rod. She moves very slowly with small and smooth motions so that when the dog eventually does notice her, it doesn't bark. It backs into a corner and growls at first, which unleashes a torrent of arcing electricity and spurts of plasma, but that light display startles it more than it scares Mildred. Cornered, it begins to whine and attempt to keep backing up, at least until Mildred has carefully placed the meatloaf in front of it and then remained still and non-threatening for several seconds. The dog cautiously advances, one nervous step at a time, and gives the meatloaf an exploratory lick. When it decides that the loaf is indeed good food and isn't poison or a trap, it immediately begins eating with gusto, forgetting all about the other issues of the day.
Mildred smoothly scoops both the dog and its food up into her arms and carries them both over to the carrier, petting the dog the whole way. She places them both down outside the carrier and then scoots the food bit by bit into the box. The dog follows and settles down inside the carrier.
Name: Lisa Aethair
Physical Description: 4'4, long brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. Don't ask why she looks like a child, it's Omnitech after all.
Background: Lisa has been around a while, though given she ended up stuck in her current form though [Redacted]. She's been assigned to make sure the new recruits don't go breaking Omnitech's 'Humanity Rules'. Those that do will be summarily fired out the nearest dock/cannon/paraphernalia with their severance check.
Life: (d4)
Attack: (d4 ranged attack) (d4 use die) OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon;
Attack: (d4 use die) OMNITECH Memory Eradicator, Full Erasure
Stats:
Strength: Lifting stuff, carrying stuff, wielding big ass weapons. (d4)
Dexterity: Balance, coordination, not falling off stuff. (d6)
Speed: Outrunning and reacting in time not to die. (d6)
Endurance: Sustaining action and staving off things like sickness. (d4)
Will: Concentration, staving off fear, insanity, etc (d6)
Knowledge: Knowing things. Roll to know things. (d8)
Fate: How things generally work out for you. Low fate means things will probably go bad more often. (d6)
Skills:
Melee: Includes fists and any standard melee weapon. Doesn’t include Occult, and the like. (d4)
Guns: 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. (d4)
Explosives: Bombs, grenades, demolition charges, etc. Also covers things like Bazookas, grenade launchers, etc. (d4)
Implants: 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. (d4)
Mechanics: Covers building, repair, modification, and similar actions. (d4)
Technology: Covers using technology and scientific gear. (d4)
Medical: Covers basically anything involved fixing or modifying a person. (d4)
Occult: Covers the use of occult items and tech. (d4)
Speech: Covers the use of your words to convince someone of a thing. (d6)
Status: (Any injuries you've sustained this mission. Resets each new mission)
Inventory: (All Items you're carrying.)
Executive Jumpsuit
The Executive jumpsuit is, in construction, completely identical to any other standard OMNITECH jumpsuit. The only difference between this and the others is that instead of a solid color, this jumpsuit has been printed with an image such that it looks (Sort of) like the wearer is wearing an expensive 3 piece business suit. Unlike the other suits, it has no names or designations printed on it and comes with a pair of oddly disconcerting black gloves and shoes that lack any distinctive footprint impressions.
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon (d4 ranged attack) (d4 use die) (Silent)
Despite the name, the Gauss Minicannon is nothing but a magnetically driven pistol. Its no stronger than the standard "Generic" brand pistol, far more expensive, and requires ferromagnetic rounds. Its only positive point, aside from being a mini Gauss cannon and thus a great conversation starter, is that it is almost totally silent. Its subsonic and uses no propellant so the only sound it makes is a slight puff and then, usually, the muffled thud of a whistle blower hitting the ground.
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
The Memory Eradicator is a portable version of the much touted OMNITECH Instant Criminal Rehabilitation Helmet and works the same way. Through the directed use of electrical current, sections of the brain are stimulated and memories are destroyed. Unlike the Rehabilitation helmet, the Memory eradicator -which is only about the size and shape of your average stun gun- has far less sophistication in terms of its specificity. It has only three settings for memory erasure: 1 day, 3 days, and Complete. It also has a worrying failure rate and a not insignificant chance of causing a long list of side effects including seizures, mania, brain damage, permanent personality alterations, and death. As such, OMNITECH has made sure to place a small yellow danger sticker on it.
OMNITECH Contract Notebook
The OMNITECH contract notebook is a personal computer roughly the size of a large book which contains only a single program: The OMNITECH Omnilaywer suite. The notebook monitors conversations and situations through its microphone and then analyzes the correct contract required. It then automatically fills in the names of the parties involved and prints the contract, ready for signing. Nondisclosure contracts, waivers of rights, premortem organ donation cars, and so forth are all covered by the suite.
Money: (Start with 0)
Public Relations Representative Although technically not part of the security team, the ubiquitous Public Relations corps are almost always close behind. Where the Sanitation Officers work to clean up any physical evidence of experimental mishaps, the PR corps work to clean up any unfortunate rumors or misgivings among members of the public or the staff. Whether it is cataloging the dead for termination paperwork, obliterating the memory of a traumatized worker, or getting a large group of people to sign away their legal right to pursue a class action lawsuit, the PR corps are there.
Will, Speech; D6
Executive Jumpsuit
The Executive jumpsuit is, in construction, completely identical to any other standard OMNITECH jumpsuit. The only difference between this and the others is that instead of a solid color, this jumpsuit has been printed with an image such that it looks (Sort of) like the wearer is wearing an expensive 3 piece business suit. Unlike the other suits, it has no names or designations printed on it and comes with a pair of oddly disconcerting black gloves and shoes that lack any distinctive footprint impressions.
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon (d4 ranged attack) (d4 use die) (Silent)
Despite the name, the Gauss Minicannon is nothing but a magnetically driven pistol. Its no stronger than the standard "Generic" brand pistol, far more expensive, and requires ferromagnetic rounds. Its only positive point, aside from being a mini Gauss cannon and thus a great conversation starter, is that it is almost totally silent. Its subsonic and uses no propellant so the only sound it makes is a slight puff and then, usually, the muffled thud of a whistle blower hitting the ground.
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
The Memory Eradicator is a portable version of the much touted OMNITECH Instant Criminal Rehabilitation Helmet and works the same way. Through the directed use of electrical current, sections of the brain are stimulated and memories are destroyed. Unlike the Rehabilitation helmet, the Memory eradicator -which is only about the size and shape of your average stun gun- has far less sophistication in terms of its specificity. It has only three settings for memory erasure: 1 day, 3 days, and Complete. It also has a worrying failure rate and a not insignificant chance of causing a long list of side effects including seizures, mania, brain damage, permanent personality alterations, and death. As such, OMNITECH has made sure to place a small yellow danger sticker on it.
OMNITECH Contract Notebook
The OMNITECH contract notebook is a personal computer roughly the size of a large book which contains only a single program: The OMNITECH Omnilaywer suite. The notebook monitors conversations and situations through its microphone and then analyzes the correct contract required. It then automatically fills in the names of the parties involved and prints the contract, ready for signing. Nondisclosure contracts, waivers of rights, premortem organ donation cars, and so forth are all covered by the suite.
Right, Prep all the paperwork for Accidental Workplace Related Death Due to Lack of Caution, and get that done.. Also see about his Will to determine Dave's next of kin.
Read about "Destiny and Fate Clauses" in my Omnilawyer suite as well, afterward.
Lisa finds the proper paperwork for the current situation and prints it out, appending a digital version of Dave's signature where applicable. She has him sign off on his acceptance of death, the acceptance of using his future wages to pay for damages done to the facility as a result of his lack of caution, and a cleaning bill for the smudge that he left behind. Dave has no will so she writes one up and dates it...5 minutes ago, leaving all his pay to OMNITECH, care of Lisa Aethair. That done and stored, she checks over the fate and destiny section and finds that basically anything can be put under there. Turns out that shooting an under-performing employee counts as an act of god if done during a hailstorm. Hmmm.
Apply first aid to Benny's burns.
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
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Heather combat crawls over to Benny, who is crawling away at the same time. She keeps whispering for him to stop and let her do first aid but he must be delirious because he just keeps crawling away. The two form a sort of crawling train straight out into the hallway.
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