"Nah, they haven't cleared the other labs yet. Those guys just started chasing the first thing they found, which led them in here. On the bright side, that means you can just go and wait in the break room instead of this depressing place. Snacks?"
Offer information. Offer snacks.
EDIT: Also, escort him out of here before someone does anything stupid.
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: d2: 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 running FoF program
6 OMNITECH brand Chocolate snack bars "ENJOYABLE WINTER SEASON" edition
Money: 495
Bill nods "Ah so you came right to my aid before anything else eh? If either of us survive the next few minutes I shall have to give you a positive performance review. Though..." He cranes his head to look down the break room rapidly disgorging smoke, "I think I'll have to decline your beverage suggestions."
Pathos offers instead to bring him straight to the exit and he happily agrees. He follows Pathos out, carefully stepping over body parts as he goes. "Ah, that was Sam Wilkenson I think." he stoops down and begins rifling the upper half of a human body, eventually pulling a gold watch from the single remaining arm. "We had a bet going about what the next major accident here would be."
"You won?" Pathos guesses, pointing at the watch.
"Hm? Oh no, lost completely. But a corpse doesn't need a watch, now does it?" He carefully affixes the watch to his own wrist. "They can't read analog displays after all."
Pathos takes him the rest of the way to the door only to find it barred by someone else's credentials.
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: d4 (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: d2
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 2 (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.
Personal Computing Cube.
Map of Laboratories.
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
False Alarm Clem is still alive still I will take his containment pods and null rod also pass Clem gun to Yagyu d'Aubigny that wanted it.
Open a medical Kit to help in saving Jengo life
[7,6]
A sewn lung, a patched pneumothorax, a squeeze of the spleen and a small vial of concentrated artificial blood and Jengo is about as fixed as he can be. Steve rubs the blood off on his on his jumpsuit and nods approvingly.
Now that I have scanned a sample of the dogmonster, wave the scanner around to try and see if there are any traces in the air of other monsters that have a similar but distinct scanner signature. Walk around the general area we already secured for this scan.
In case scan turns up negative, check if any goodies at all remained in lab one.
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: d2
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 Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
universal communicator
Money: 450
The scanner seems far too overwhelmed with the scissor head and its...fumes...to get anything more from around here.
[1][4v1]
Yagyu, thus free from scanning, wanders over to the debris and starts digging. Moments later there is a terrific bang and spray of sparks and electricity as an apparently loose and damaged high voltage cable connects with some metal and unloads itself most vigorously. Luckily Yagyu's isolated suit protects him completely and he gets away with nothing more than a rather girly shriek and bruised pride.
Okay I like how you've made Clem not dead yet but oh wait no I fucking hate it please make up your fucking mind already because nobody is making any effort to make Clem be alive and I'd like to be able to play the fucking game again. ❤
Name: Egan
Race: angery raccoon
Class: dumbass barbarian
HP: fucking enough of them
MP: burning passionate hatred if that counts
I, as the humble narrator, would suggest that you harass the others, particularly the one who locked that door out of this place. If you could only be dragged to an infirmary this might all be fixed.
Name: Kerberos Pu
Physical Description: A pale Asian man with white hair and a flat expression on their face.
Background:
[Redacted]Class:
SecurityLife:
d6Attack:
dzip Security Rifle (use die dnothing since I just unloaded a clip into scissor head),
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 a magazines(d6 use die)
- OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
- OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
- OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
"Oh yeah. Good point."
Kerberos is gonna to aim his rifle directly at Jengo head, and unload his entire magazine into him.
"He's stable, but he's not going anywhere. His equipment would be better used by me, I'm not sitting in a pool of my own blood."
"Oh yeah. Good point."
Kerberos is gonna to aim his rifle directly at Jengo head, and unload his entire magazine into him.
The hell do you think you're doing? You're NOT going to kill my patient!
Don't shoot him, tackle him instead.
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: d2
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) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
Money: 500
"You numbskulls should stay the fuck away from each other. Don't be such fucking dumbasses."
If possible, get Kerberos shocked before he executes Jengo. If anyone else is going to try a summary execution, or to loot the not-dead, use force to disarm people or prevent that from occuring. Yes, that includes pulling Heather Reed off the body, or if necessary, whacking her or someone else with my baton.
"For fucks sake, if he lives he needs his stuff. Don't be an asshole."
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 2 magazines (d6 use die) Loaded with a d4 use die magazine.
Generic Security Baton (d4)
electrical behavior modification implant
Omni-light
Money: 550
Incinerate, in order of priority: Teammate corpses and almost corpses, other corpses, bloodsoaked items, large to small. Then mop up all the blood. Be sure to stack ash cubes in the box stacking area. If I finish these tasks in lab 1, move out to the anteroom and repeat this process.
"You guys aren't gonna use that torso anymore, right?"
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
Unarmed Life: d2
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
Hypodermic Spear + (6?) ammo (mystery goo-greenish liquid in vials)
Money: 150 (+5 from Pathos.)
"Alright Mr shoot yourself, get up and lead the charge then."
"G-gimme a minute... Just... Resting..."
Wow. Teach me to get injured in a pool of effin piranhas.
"Yeah, Heather! I'd rather be alive and broke than dead and also broke!"
[1v5,1,4v6]
Kerberos points his gun at Jengo but before he can do anything that breaks the OMNI code of employee interpersonal conduct Heather sweeps his legs out of under him and tackles him to the ground, shouting something about the "Hypocrites Oath" or something along those lines. Spuds runs in a moment later and unceremoniously lurches into the dog pile, adding his flailing limbs to the mix. As this is going on Jon stealthily sneaks up towards Jengo, dragging his incinerator behind him and grinning in a way most cruel. The Janitor grabs the injured man and attempts to drag him into the incinerator but Jengo, newly tended, slaps and kicks and struggles, eventually putting a boot straight into Jon's face amid cries of protest.
"I'm not dead!"
"You will be soon, you're very injured!" Jon says, trying to put Jengo in the patented (and copyrighted) "Garbageman Garotte" choke-hold.
"I'm getting better!" Jengo says, pushing his hands into Jon's face and accidentally putting a finger up his nose.
"Why hello there. I'll just be taking that."
Store the arm somewhere on my body then go up to Kerberos and Reid
"Now what do we have here?"
Name: Jack Hansan
Physical Description: Tall, rather thin looking man with black hair and brown eyes.
Background: His father was a security guard as was his father's father, so it was tradition by now to be one too. Of course, Jack would come to regret this path as soon as he arrived. Though, he does seem to know more than he is sometimes letting on...
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: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d6
Speech: d6
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 2 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Artificial Right Arm
Money: 0
Jack stores the arm away and then walks over to the wriggling mass that includes Kerberos.
"This looks extremely stupid."
[4]
He pokes at the pile with his boot.
"Hey uh...whatcha up to? Is this that orgy I keep hearing about? Because I think you're doing it wrong. Also one guy, one girl is romance. Two guys one girl is teamwork. Three guys one girl is a logistics problem. "
"Not the coffee machine! Nooooooooo!
Run to a somewhat safe distance away from the fire. Then see about hacking a cieling sprinkler or two to put out the fire.
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: d2 (OMNITECH White Jumpsuit, disposable space suit)
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: Not very competent.
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
[6]
Ed runs out of the break room and immediately plugs his computing cube into the nearest wall socket. He scrolls through the available suppression methods in the break room. He's rather impatient however so he just hits the first one that is labeled as "Fire retardant". This turns out to be "Fast setting resin infusion". Nozzles extend from the walls and begin pumping out a constant flow of red resin. It begins to fill the room and harden, though a good bit of it flows out into the hall.
Murphy crosses his arms as he looks to the coffee machine with a mix of surprise and horror before looking to the others in the room
"Alright, who am I giving a talking to about inappropriate and appropriate use of company propery and beverage preparation and consumption devices?"
Find something to shove the coffee machine into a sink, or failing to find something, just poke it with the barrel of the OMNITECH™ Guass Mini canon.
Name: Murphy Isadora Mays
Physical Description: A man with a bit of a slicked back neatly trimmed and groomed hair cut, well shaven, and with an over whelming sense of smugness.
Life: d4 (Executive jump suit)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon), d2 melee (punch)
Stats
Str d4
Dex d4
Speed d4
End d4
Will d4
Kno d6
Fate d8 (2)
Skills:
Mel d4
Gun d4
Exp d4
Imp d4
Tech d4
Mech d4
Mec d4
Occ d4
Spe d12 (3)
Status:
Inventory:
Executive jump suit
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon (d4 ranged attack) x3 magazines (use die 4) (Silent)
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
OMNITECH Contract Notebook
Money: 0
[3]
Murphy runs out of the breakroom, only lightly coated in resin, chunks of it crumbling off his jumpsuit and sticking to his hair.
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: d2
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: Absolutely terrified.
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
Let the little fight go on, check the murderous mutant's corpse with my scanner to figure out what's up with the thing, if possible.
Harry starts poking the critter with his scanner but Yagyu, still smoldering slightly, helpfully tells him that it is a Scissor head, it is a demon, it comes from H.E.L.L. and it isn't very friendly.
Join Jon in further cleaning up Lab 1. Since he's starting with corpses, start with the other filthyness instead.
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: D2
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
Folded piece of paper with "Erica ?" written on it.
3x some sort of little sphere of metal with a blinking red LED embedded in it
Red Keycard
OMNITECH personal music player + wireless earbuds
Pack of gum
6 condoms
Piece of paper with user name and password on it
5 ash cubes from corpses
Money: 150
Edd carefully edges around the still sparking and smoldering rubble and instead busies himself sopping up some...well he doesn't know the name of it but its that green goo they were holding all the limbs and organs and stuff in. Limb goo. He'll call it limb goo.
Walk towards lab 1, enter just in time to see multiple assholes squabbling over looting one of my fellow security members who was Heroically Wounded in Action. Upon seeing one of said assholes aim a gun at another and pull the trigger, take cover and shoot said asshole until said asshole is incapable of aiming at allies.
Yes, I'm aware his gun is empty. Aiming and pretend firing an empty gun at a person is a horrible horrible violation of proper gun handling, and so he deserves a demonstration of competent gun handling.
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.
FoF Thingamajig
Money: 300
Rezel, coming from all the way over by lab 3, comes upon the situation rather late, but is still in time to see Jon trying to wrestle Jengo into the incinerator.
[3]
[6][1v1]
Rezel holsters his rifle, pulls out his baton, walks over to Jon, and proceeds to beat on him with extreme enthusiasm but little in the way of effective force. Still, poorly aimed as the blows are, a truncheon upside the head is enough to distract even Jon's janitorial zeal.
”Hey guys, sharing is caring and all that.”
Ask the Science Guy what the situation in lab 3 is.
Give Bob my security baton and proceed to lab 3. I’ll stay with those other two guys (Redshirt and Rezel I think?) and go where they go. Shoot anything that tries to eat them.
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/ d6 Fire-axe
Ammo:
Rifle (2 magazines)
Mini-cannon (3 magazines)
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 Mini-cannon (d4 attack/use)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Health Insurance Policy
Money: 300
"The situation is Fubar, as I believe you delightful murderous types say. But its not my department, so I know very little of substance other than that its packed to bursting with demons and men with unnatural attraction to tentacles. Good luck!" Bill says as he disappears round the corner with a wave.
Lance throws his baton to Bob -whomever that is, I've rather lost track in the midst of all this excitement- and then hurries off to join up with the cluster of brave young people and people like objects currently thrusting themselves into the maw of lab 03.
Name: "Redshirt"
Description: He is generic in every sense of the word. Unremarkable, not bad to look at but not good either, he's just... An extra. But, although people rarely recall his features... They always seem to change. It's always Redshirt, you know that, but he looks different, has a different skin tone, eye color, hair color... No one notices unless they pay attention to him. Which they don't.
Background: He's always been here. Even when he dies and is stricken from the records, he shows up again. His real name is unknown, they all call him Redshirt because of his habit of being cannon fodder. Also, his riot gear is stained a dark red with his own blood. He retains his memories, but not his items, every time he "respawns."
Class: Security
Life:d6(Riot Suit)
Attack:d4 Melee(Security Baton), d6 Ranged(Security Rifle)
Stats:
Str:d6
Dex:d4
Spd:d6
End:d6
Will:d6
Kno:d4
Fate:d8
Skills:
Melee:d6
Guns:d6
Explosives:d4
Implants:d6
Mechanics:d4
Tech:d4
Medical:d4
Occult:d4
Speech:d4
Stats: Hasn't died yet! Currently fine.
Death Count: 0
Inventory:
Riot Gear (d6 Life)
Security Rifle (d6 Ranged)
3X Magazine (d6 Use)
Security Baton (d4 Melee)
O.E.B.M.I (Brain shocky thing)
Omni-Light (Flashlight)
Bionic Eyes (Super-Eyes)
Money: 0
WE MUST GO DEEPER. IT CALLS TO US.
A mix of caution and curiosity played out across Roald's face as he stared into - and smelled - the newly unsealed section of the labs.
"Hey, uh, Redshirt? Maybe we should wait for the others before going in here."
Pull out my sidearm, then nervously edge into Lab 3 and look around.
Perhaps unfortunately for him, curiosity won.
Name: Roald Baccam
Physical Description: Short and sturdily built, with both his arms replaced from the shoulder down with mechanical prosthetics, which he is clearly still getting used to. His long, somewhat stringy hair is usually tied back in a ponytail when at work, though these have tended to be somewhat messy since his accident.
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: d2
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d8
Dexterity: d6
Speed:d4
Endurance: d8
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d10
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Two prosthetic arms and various assorted skin grafts. Otherwise okay.
Inventory: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
3x Sidearm Magazines (d4 Use die)
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Money: 100
"Redshirt you better give that keycard back or I'm gonna beat your ass."
Chase Redshirt to Lab 3 and take the red keycard back, if he doesn't give it back willingly smack him with my baton.
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 D8 temp
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
blue keycard
green keycard
Medkit
2 wedding rings
3 calculator watches
several packs of gum
several packs of cigarettes
pocket sized volume of Garfield cartoons
business card for "The Blue Smoke Lounge"
another Universal Communicator
Half eaten OMNI-SNAK bar
Money: 180
And now dear reader, a brief lesson in foreshadowing. Cast your mind back to those halcyon days when noble Benny picked up a sublab 3 expense report with the words
"-ical contamination quarantine auto-can-" on it. And now forward to the FoF trackers, and the good Pathos' words
"Its a FoF marker. Probably for a set of Quarantine turrets." Yes, perhaps you begin to see the pattern. Now very near, remember the sounds as the lab 3 door opened.
"faint mechanical noise, like servos moving"Yes.
And our security team is very brave. So very brave in fact that not one of them has an FoF marker on them. Very brave indeed. Ah but the noble Benny, he has a communicator and Pathos was so good as to send out that program that could turn them into FoF markers. But did he ever turn it on? Not that I saw. Perhaps while I wasn't looking...
[5]
Oh he did! Wonderful. That should make this next part slightly less depressing.
The auto-cannons are up above the first door you see, recessed in little armored holes so that they can happily shred anything that gets through the second door and is likely to escape if not rendered anatomically dissociated. So as our very brave security men walk in and head for that far door, they don't notice them until it is far too late.
Lance[3v1]
Redshirt [2v6]
Roald [2v8]
Benny [6v2]
The two auto-cannons spin up to speed within the span of about 1.2 seconds and the whirrrrrr of their rotating barrels is drowned out by carefully calibrated bursts of high caliber rounds. Lance, through sheer luck, takes a burst of 8 rounds to the back in just such a way that they mostly glance off him and send him sprawling to the ground, shaken but uninjured. Redshirt takes a burst straight in the gap between his back plate and buttplate and it bursts his intestines out of him like a slaughterhouse party popper. Roald, who is near the back, take the burst at a sharp angle and the rounds punch straight down through the back of his head and out somewhere around his belly button, killing him before he can even comprehend whats happening. And though he is not targeted by the guns, Benny does have to contend with the ricochets. Luckily what few there are glance off his suit so harmlessly he hardly notices them.
The cannons cease firing after these initial attacks but they are still moving, the soft whir of servos as they track back and forth between potential targets.
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