"Your call is very important to us. Please hold."
Mute my mic (or hold my finger over the mic if it lacks a mute function).
Direct teammates to the Head scientist. He's the one writing out review, which means he's the one paying us. Rescuing, killing or taking him hostage should be our first priority. He might also be able to give us information, but really, who cares about that?
What do I know about these biofeedback events?
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 Technician
Life: d4: Disposable Spacesuit
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: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Bored
Inventory:
Disposable Spacesuit
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation/unlocking of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Universal Communicator
6 OMNITECH brand Chocolate snack bars "ENJOYABLE WINTER SEASON" edition
Money: 495
Pathos carefully places his entire hand over the communicator to block out the mic and the video feed. He tells everyone where the scientist is and suggests that they rescue him for the sake of bonuses, raises, promotions, kudos, attaboys, and various monetary and non-monetary rewards.
[4]
Pathos remembers that Biofeedback can refer to just about any event in which the intended input cycle of a biological device accidentally runs backwards. For instance, if a prosthetic limb begins feeding electrical information back into the nerves instead of simply accepting it. The results can be minor (most prostetic limbs have a small amount of feedback which manifests as tingling or discomfort along the attachment site) but in this case the feed back seems like it had some more...pronounced effects.
Biofeedback?
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: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d8
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
Bionic Eyes
Money: 0
[8] From an occult standpoint, clem knows that biofeedback tends to mean that when the scientists tried to mix a weird thing with a living thing, the weird bled over into the living thing and made it a weird living thing. Not exactly a technical definition, but it does work.
Check whether the body is still alive, give him medical treatment if he is. Try to determine what caused the puncture wound.
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: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d10
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
Money: 500
[1]
Heather walks over to the body and proceeds to check its condition. She does this by unholstering her regulation side arm and proceeding to put several rounds into the body's head. [3] After a moment she reholsters the weapon and carefully pokes the body with the tip of her boot. Yep, condition confirmed: Dead.
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: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d8
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
[b]Occult: d4[/b]
Status: Infinitely disappointed.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Environmental protection)
OMNITECH Foam Gun[/b] (d4 attack, foam tank, d8 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
OMNITECH Grapple gun
Money: 200
Continue thinking nonhazardous thoughts. Roll knowledge of what kinds of biohazards this lab was developing. Move up with Heather, keep the man covered and prepare to spray him to the floor in case he shows a suddenly desire to chew Heather's face off or starts growing extra appendages or fangs or whatever.
[5]
Hmmm this lab was doing something with implants wasn't it? Symbiotic if you remember right.
Name: Steve
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: d6 (Reactive Skin)
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
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)
Omni-eye: 50 Omni (A cheap camera designed to wirelessly connect to any universal communicator or Personal Computing Cube.)
Money: 0 omni.
Go to help Heather with the healing.
Also check his pockets for a map, keycar or minicomputer with a map. I feel like we don't want to be completely lost inside there.
Steve looks at the newly ventilated body. Steve shrugs. Steve looks back and forth a few times and then starts rifling through the corpse's pockets. There's a keycard (red) and a personal computing cube. He checks the personal computing cube and discovers the following map of the labs.
"What a mess. Science sure is a filthy thing."
Approach the corpse. Let the medic check if its alive. If it is, let them have it. If it isn't, nick whatever stuff he's got on him, them stuff him straight into the incinerator.
Also clean the area around the door of blood and garbage using the automap and laser squeegee as necessary.
Name: Eddrick E. Slant, esq.
Physical Description: Prefers wearing his rubberized suit with the hazmat helmet. Underneath he's a young man in his late 20's. He has an unkempt mop of hair, some serious stubble, and the perpetualy tired look of someone who is both overworked and enjoys staying up way too late.
Background: Eddrick, like every boy in his family, was forced to become a lawyer. Though he passed his bar exam, he would quickly change jobs to a janitor at a local high school. The drudgery of too many divorce cases just got to him, man. After a freak incidend with genetically modified frogs forced to school to close down, Eddrick took a job with OMNITECH. He originally applied for a position as Public Relations Representative, but they made him a janitor due to his prior experience.
Life: D4
Attack: D2 punches
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: (all systems nominal)
Inventory:
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
OMNITECH contract notebook
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
OMNITECH health insurance
Universal communicator
Money: 150
Edd walks in after Steve has already riffled the man's pockets and gets started on his sloppy seconds of grave robbing. As he searches, he wonders idly if its grave robbing if the body is unburied? Hmm.
Standard Lab tech jumpsuit. Trashed.
Handful of pens and pencils. Trashed.
Folded piece of paper with "Erica ❤" written on it...kept.
Half eaten OMNI-SNAK bar. Totally kept.
Thus scavenged, Edd dumps the body into the incinerator and mops up the gore.
”Jeez, looks like the party’s already started!”
Point rifle at the guy and don’t un-point it until he’s either proven alive, or disposed of. If he does anything agressive, shoot him.
Name: Lance Bradley
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale. He had his eyes, hair, and fingernails permanently 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: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d10
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Inventory:
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Health Insurance Policy
Money: 300
Lance finally relaxes a bit as the body disappears, head first, into the incinerator.
”Jeez, looks like the party’s already started!”
Point rifle at the guy and don’t un-point it until he’s either proven alive, or disposed of. If he does anything agressive, shoot him.
Name: Lance Bradley
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale. He had his eyes, hair, and fingernails permanently 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: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d10
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Inventory:
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Health Insurance Policy
Money: 300
This guy has the right idea. Follow his lead. Preferably from behind him, so that if the corpse explodes into demons he'll get hit first.
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 d6
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d10
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
Health insurance card.
Money: 300
Rezel, from behind Lance, finally relaxes when Lance does. In actuality he's still scared as heck but he realizes that a nice relaxed position puts him in better cowering position behind Lance.
"It's definitely gonna be zombies."
Hang back. No reason to risk myself when other people can risk themselves.
I guess I'll see if I can set my omni-eye to dark spooky grainy found footage mode and start filming the zombiepocalypse.
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)
d4 melee (hammer)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
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: d6
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
Universal Communicator (Broken)
Disposable Spacesuit
Omni-eye
Omni-health insurance policy
Hammer (1d4 melee)
Money: 0
[4]
Ed somehow figures out how to make his camera equivalent to that of an early 2000's VHS camera. No one, not even I, the humble disembodied narrator, can tell you why the hell he'd want to do that. But he did.
"It's definitely gonna be zombies."
"Unless it's chestbursters." "How about on a you techie guys go look at the alerts to see what's up? And the rest of ya, stand back."
Shoot the body in the head. Yes, even though the medics want to save the person. They can take samples and find out after things are secure. Then re-aim to the back area around the puncture wound and unload a full burst as soon as the medics back away.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats
Str d6
Dex d4
Speed d6
End d6
Will d4
Kno d4
Fate d4
Skills:
Mel d8
Gun d6
Exp d6
Imp d4
Mec d4
Spe d4
Status:
Inventory:
Riot suit (d6 Life)
Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
Generic Security Baton (d4)
electrical behavior modification implant
Omni-light
Money: 550
Spuds pats Heather on the shoulder, nodding his head approvingly. "Yes, a most wise action. Couldn't have done it better myself. Well, MAYBE I could of with this rifle...but you did good either way!"
Look through the garbage that's on the ground near the door, and grab anything that's interesting or valuable.
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: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Bandaged
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) X6 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Universal Communicator
Omni-eye
Money: 180
[4]
"Papework, smashed mug, contents of a waste paper basket, human tooth, AH!" Benny picks up a scrap of paper that has a heading of "SUBLAB 3" on it. He scans through the text. Expenditure report by the look of it. Hmm. Mostly normal but there's a rather expensive entry here. Partially cut off but it reads "-ical contamination quarantine auto-can-"
"Dammit, Eddie is gonna get all the good gibbets!"
I have two choices: One stupid and the other suicidal. Imma do both.
Get on the trolley, back up as far as I can in the supply closet and rev the engine. point my incinerator nozzle at the door and crank it to max, then charge!
"Fuck you Montresor!"
One betting pool for team deaths, buy in is 10 OmniFunds
One betting pool for type of disaster/ mission. buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
One betting pool for scale of disaster, by order of magnitude. Buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
Current bets: Pathos: 10 on 4 team deaths
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
d8 Strength
d4 Dexterity
d4 Speed
d6 Endurance
d6 Will
d4 Knowledge
d12 Fate
Skills
d4 Melee
d4 Guns
d4 Explosives
d6 Implants
d4 Mechanics
d4 Technology
d4 Medical
d4 Occult
d4 Speech
Status: (nominal)
Inventory
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
Disposable space suit
Grapple hook
Money: 150 (+5 from Pathos.)
[2][4]
Jon points his incinerator at the door, cranks the nozzle to max - which results in a small puff of smoke -and then drives the trolley straight into the door. The hit causes him to be flung forward, slam into the door along with the trolley, and then fall off onto the ground, is feet still sitting up on the trolley.
"Ow." he says, rubbing his head. But after a moment he notices that there is light shining in where before there was none. The door, while not open, has been partially bent outwards clearing maybe 4 inches of space between it and the door frame.
I was gonna try and scan the bloke before people could touch him, but since some are apparently about to go trigger happy, instead try to urge people out of the 'splash zone' of blood and bits of person while the shooting is going on. Stay well away from the line of fire either way. Once coast is clear and he didn't turn into zombies or something, scan for pathogens, and scan his tissue as well to see if anything is off.
If I can't do this for some reason, go search for the lab where the science guy is held up. Don't open his door just yet though.
((Also: pw told me I got 100 schekels for doing that name+fate stat thing a while back. Lup, in case you didn't see the message on discord: if you want some of that due to basically doing the same work, just say so and you have it. Seems only fair.))
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: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d10
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
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
universal communicator
Money: 350 + 100
Yagyu, Cousin of Ragu, lost inheritor of the calzone mines, seems confused. This body he is urging everyone away from is outside the labs proper. That main door is still firmly locked down. He could probably get it open with his security clearance, but neither he nor anyone else has done so yet. Perhaps he means to crack open the box and just walk inside, cocksure and fancy free, but I'm not sure thats actually his intent.
Fork over 20 O-bux and get my teeth fixed.
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: d6
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
Speech: 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
Universal communicator
Omni-eye
Grapple gun
Money: 100
Mildred, who apparently never went with the group, gets her teeth fixed.
Name: Kerberos Pu
Physical Description: A pale Asian man with white hair and a flat expression on their face.
Background:
[Redacted]Class:
SecurityLife: d4
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, d4 Security Baton
Stats:Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed:d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: D6
Status: Functional
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
Money: 0
Since Kerberos was unable to get anyone actually explain what the hell is going on, he's just gonna wander about, moving towards the loudest sounds in the facility. Loudness generally equates to monetarily wealth, right?
Kerberos, of winner of the 232nd annual "Most nerdy name" competition, is definitely confused. And as such, he decided to try and use his security clearance to open the door.
[4]
He manages it without much effort and the door into the labs opens with a sucking hiss. As the door opens several bodies fall out into the hall, from where they were apparently propped up against the inside of the sliding doors. Beyond the door is a small, square room with a single hallway leading off at an angle to the right. The lights are still on, which is promising, though the overwhelming stench of blood and spilt entrails somewhat undermines that. There's blood on the walls, floor, and ceiling, a lot of arterial spray and splatter from cuts and repeated stabbing. The bodies all show signs of punctures and slashes, some of them are in pieces, others still together though hacked repeatedly. Its quiet in there, only the sound of humming lights and the occasional drip of blood from the ceiling.
Step back and let dude riddle the body with bullets.
Determine what caused the hole in the back as best as possible. See if there's any identifying information on the corpse.
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: d6
- Endurance: d4
- Will: d6
- Knowledge: d4
- Fate: d6
Skills:
- Melee: d4
- Guns: d6
- Explosives: d4
- Implants: d4
- Mechanics: d6
- Technology: d4
- Medical: d10
- Occult: d4
- middling understanding of Japanese
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
- External defib. Can rescue people on the verge of death. 1 charge, recharges[\li]
- OMNITECH Communicator. Number tbd[\li]
Omni: 0
[1]
Qualt examines the body just before it is incinerated and quickly comes to the conclusion that the injury was caused by a weapon. A weapon wielded by one of the security team. There's a murderer among them....And it could be anyone, even him!
Flop out of bed and head off to rejoin the team.
"Uggghhhh, it feels like I slept for a week."
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: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d10
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: 500
Arrive? Head down to the crisis point and try my hardest not to get destroyed immediately.
Name: Jengo Prism
Physical Description: A toned, athletic looking dude. Neanderthal features.
Background: Chronic odd-job seeker. Wandered the system looking for cool stuff to do. Being a security guard at a science lab seems kinda cool.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle, d4 OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status:
Inventory: OMNITECH Riot Suit, OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle, OMNITECH Generic Security Baton, OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant, OMNITECH Omni-light,
Money: 0
Also these two mooks show up. Good for them. Read the entire turn. Thats just how we roll around here. I don't like repeating myself. I'm the narrator. I'd shake your hands but I'm disembodied.
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Topic: MOOK: Such sights to see (Read 493310 times)