"Oh, that's not good."
Raise my rifle and back away to the door into Lab 2, ready to close it if needed. If something hostile comes through the door, blast it with the rifle.
ame: 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
A small ceramic bobblehead statue of a pug
Money: 0
Jack carefully backs all the way up to the main door to lab 2. He then places his hand on the close button to the door before shouting some encouragement to the rest of the group. Its a bit underwhelming considering his position, peeking around the doorframe with his gun bobbing around as he semi-blind aims in the rough direction of the Admin door.
Go see whats going on in lab 2 if anything hostile appears shoot it, other wise loot some dead people.
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
red keycard
2 blue keycards
green keycard
Medkit
2 wedding rings
3 calculator watches
2 FoF transponders
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
Benny wanders straight into lab 2 and does a salute to everyone he sees. He then kicks over a desk..or at least tries to and finds it bolted to the floor. Hopping on one foot now, he takes cover behind the still upright desk and aims at the admin door.
Help prevent friendly incineration if it’s still needed. Afterwards/otherwise, run to lab 2 and help them with whatever comes through the admin door.
“You are officers of OMNItech. No matter what comes through those doors, you will stand your ground!”
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
Help prevent friendly incineration if it’s still needed. Afterwards/otherwise, run to lab 2 and help them with whatever comes through the admin door.
“You are officers of OMNItech. No matter what comes through those doors, you will stand your ground!”
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
Go over to the admin door area, and take cover behind this man, gun trained on the admin door. Fill it with lead the moment it opens, and if after a couple seconds of that whatever was in there is still standing or otherwise intimidating, flee immediately.
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
Lance and Rezel come traipsing into lab 2 just in time to steal some glory...I mean aid their fellow teammates in the challenge ahead. Yeah, that's what I meant.
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
Well, this isn't exactly HMRC work either, but sadly you don't get hazard pay without being exposed to hazards. Stand off to the other side of the doorway from Rezel and his human shield, and prepare to foam up the entire doorway as soon as it opens.
Oh, and before the door is opened give Rezel a nudge and tell him not to fire unless whatever is knocking bursts out of the foam. If it's human, they'll be stuck in goo and probably fine. If it's not, then we need to shoot it and it'll be impeded by the foam.
Harry takes up position opposite to Lance and Rezel...no not standing IN the doorway, off to the side a bit. Thank you.
"Hey, various trigger happy man-monkeys, can you do me a favor and not immediately open fire on whatever comes out of there? I'm gonna shoot my sticky white goo all over it first and you'll really interrupt my rhythm if you butt in and start busting loads all over it. Nothing against you guys or anything, I'm just not into that kind thing. Much love. "
Take a stimulant. Then, turn on my Omni-light, as bright as it goes, and put it down facing the door from some distance. Then stand to the side of the door, fifteen or so feet away from the direct line of fire. Wait for the thing to break the door down, and then shoot it in the back of the head after it clears the doorway.
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 (1 with d6 use die, one with d4.) Loaded with a d6 use die magazine.
Generic Security Baton (d4)
electrical behavior modification implant
Omni-light
Box of six stims
Money: 550
Spuds takes a stimulant, screams, hits his helmet with his baton, screams again, and then bounces up and down a few times. That done he goes and sets his light down with a good view of the door and then waits. After a few minutes the upper half of the door screeches and bends outward under the weight of a particularly good blow and the creature within starts to come out.
Its an ape, an Orangutan by the look of it, albeit with silvery white hair instead of orange and roughly twice the size. Its two long limbs extend out, grasp the upper part of the bent out doorway and start pulling itself out. As it does, everyone notices the rather obvious mechanical implants studded through it, including some sort of brain interface crown and strength enhancing exoframe. It sticks its head out and lets out an oddly muted screech which is mostly drowned out by a robotic voice with a thick British English accent that seems to be coming from the crown.
"BY JOVE! WHAT HO! I SAY! ITS A RIGHT FRIGHT IN THERE! MRS MARY HAS GONE OFF HER ROCKER! SHE'S UTTERLY MAD I SAY!"He gets this far before he gets a face full of sticky goo.
"I've never done this to a monkey before!" Harry says, voice distressingly husky.
"Ape, actually." Spuds says, "Also why?"
"I consider it a challenge. They said I couldn't do it..."
"Who? Who ever said you couldn't do this."
"They called me mad!"
"I'm inclined to agree."
"BUT WHO IS MAD NOW?! I'VE SUCCESSFULLY CREAMED THIS MONKEY IN FRONT OF ALL THESE WITNESSES!"
"Magical. Moving on."
"Hey, stop disposing of teammates before I've verified whether they're dead or not."
Rescue Kerberos from getting disposed of. Verify whether he's dead or not and then administer appropriate treatment.
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) x5 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (2 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
Unidentified implant
FoF marker
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Spare generic personal sidearm
Money: 500
"Hey, stop disposing of teammates before I've verified whether they're dead or not."
"I already poked him. Pretty sure he's dead. lookit 'im, just lying there all corpsy and all."((And once again an attempt to perform a barely-justified teamkilling in MOOK is thwarted...))
Continue disposing of Kerberos until/unless Kerberos is rescued from my hands. After that, incinerate other corpses in the anteroom area.
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)
8 mini donuts and a can of creamed cheese.
Money: 150 (+5 from Pathos.)
Heather slaps John away with various scolds of "Get!" and "No, bad janitor!" and "Shoo! SHOO!" before pulling Kerberos -now lacking feet- from the incinerator.
John scampers away and sulks in a corner, idly tossing corpse chunks into the incincerator with loud and obvious sighs.
Fix me or don't, I don't particularly care either way.
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: d2
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: 2/3rds halved
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
-500 Omni
Clem gets...itself a nice new...entire lower body! Luckily it has a built in incinerator to handle waste disposal. Better than the first iteration of the entire lower body prostetic that had a big cholostomy bag trailing behind it.
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 (2 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.
Search for a FoF identifier maybe my companions left something unlooted around.
Hmm.
[4]
Steve gets the FoF program running on his computing cube. It should work fine for work as an FoF transponder however he's not entirely sure HOW he got it to work so if he tries to use the cube for any other function, it will stop the program.
Wander out with the bag of shinies and check out what the noise is
Name: Murphy Isadora Mays HUrgheh?
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
wanders into a room with some kind of human standing over another kind of human, but this last kind of human seems to have no feet. How inefficent for a human. Maybe
can replace that human's lack of feet with door knobs.
"Hah! I can't believe the people who designed this template are such idiots. You don't print a living creature while it's conscious. That probably causes unbearable pain or something similar."
Has printing finished? Why the hell is it making noises if the printing isn't finished? If it's not too late, add some anesthetic to the creature being printed so that it becomes unconscious.
Otherwise... I dunno. See if there's any window I can check to see what misshapen monstrosity I've created and then... Call for a janitor to dispose of it, I guess?
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
Pathos walks over to the printer and knocks on the opaque glass outer wall.
"Hey, you done in there?"
A massive paw, apparently made of about 80% flesh and 20% fabric, smashes out through the glass and clamps itself down onto Pathos' face.
*Muffled* "Well, we always knew this was gonna happen sooner or later" Pathos says before being yanked forwards.
[3]
He manages to get his hands, and feet, out to either side and brace himself against the window and the machine itself, preventing him from being yanked into the steaming, still running, organic printer.
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. Likes money. Disregards danger often. Directionally challenged.
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: Recently treated self inflicted gunshot, just accidentally electrocuted.
Inventory: OMNITECH Riot Suit, OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle, OMNITECH Generic Security Baton, OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant, OMNITECH Omni-light,
Money: 0
How am I feeling? See if I can stand. Don't push things!
"Can I stand?" Jengo wonders to himself.
He then looks over and sees a giant hand grab pathos by the head and try to drag the tech into a running organic printer. He blinks.
"Yeah, I think I can stand."
He immediately starts scrambling for the exit.
"Even the dekstops here are a mess. Come on people, make a decent folder structure."
Go through the random files, is there anything interesting here? If I don't find anything through searching, just open a random file and hope for the best.
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
USB memory stick
Box of OMNI Cigarettes
1 Optical computer mouse
Jeweler's loupe
A box of Q-tips
Notecard with some technical specs written on it
Prostethic limbs: 2 arms and 3 legs
Money: 150
[4]
Edd runs through files quickly, reading and looking over everything he can. Lots of technical stuff about prostetics, lots of stuff about ordering, animal subjects, brainwave interpretation, Graft vs host work arounds, several unopened ethics committee emails, and a handful of poorly scanned garfield comic strips. Most interestingly is an apparent prototype prostetic vending machine in the admin section. Edd attempts to copy all this into the USB memory stick but accidently deletes it instead. Then erases the backup, then empties the recycle bin. And formats the hard drive.
And spills mountain dew onto the keyboard.
"Just letting ya know, but the turrets in lab 3 might be a little tiny bit compromised. They keep quoting Harlan Ellison to me." Ed comms over the comm network.
Edward cowers down in a corner and tries to edit his camcorder footage to make himself appear more competent and heroic, or at least less incompetent and cowardly.
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)
Might have a FoF program loaded on computing cube
Money: 0
[1]
Ed accidently dubs a combination of his own girly screams and a bunch of audio clips explaining his personal and sexual inadequacies over the video.
Assess my mental and physical faculties. If I am decently combat ready, go help goop up the incoming monster, but be sure to not be on the frontlines, get behind one of the unharmed and armored people.
Also, did I get nothing from my looting attempt two turns ago?
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: leg in cast, under some painkillers.
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
Yagyu does a quick self assessement. His mind appears to be fine...a little fuzzy on all this morphine but probably pretty puppies are warm and nice...fine. The leg is gonna slow him down but he assumes he can just stand and shoot and make a mad hobble if he has to. He gets up and hobbles over to lab 2, though he only gets there in time to hear that last bit about shooting goo on a monkey.
"HEY! I TOLD HIM HE COULDN'T DO THAT!"
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You got a pack of gum, a wallet with an omni-card and some children's photos, and a condom that seems to have been punctured by a bullet.
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Topic: MOOK: Such sights to see (Read 495697 times)