"Uh, hello? Are you friendly?"
Speak to the ape, but keep my gun aimed for now.
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
A small ceramic bobblehead statue of a pug
Money: 0
The ape currently has a face full of sticky goo. This makes it hard for it to hear or respond, though its brain helmet is yelling things like
"HELL!" and
"BLAST!" and
"GO TO THE DEVIL!" Its almost as though you overlooked Harry's actions in the last few seconds. And his long speech about shooting goo in an ape's face. And Spuds mentally disassociating himself from the rest of the team because of the quantity of goo sprayed in the ape's face and the joy with which it was done.
Admittedly I wouldn't blame you for forgetting about it, consciously or not. I only remember it because the laughing skull who keeps me hostage demands I remember everything you people do.
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
Piecewise I just want you to know that I hate you so much right now.
"None of that talking was me, it's all the disembodied narrator's fault."
Harry shakes his head to readjust his brain and deletes the last few seconds of awkward from memory. Then prepares to hit the primate with more FOAM if necessary.
((I hurt you because I love you. And also it amuses me greatly~))"I meant every word of that. If anything, I meant
MORE " Harry says, though he looks extremely angry while doing so and then immediately looks around in an agitated way. It is as though seeking some unseen menace to beat mercilessly, just like he beats his wife, children, pets, and occasionally strangers on the street who he believes are agents of the one world order.
"Listen...I'll just stand here on standby ready to use my tool...use this containment device to...contain the...subject." He says these things very slowly and carefully, as though choosing his words very particularly so that they can't be used against him. Like in those custody hearings or during that human trafficking case he was in.
Scream like a small girl and fill the orangutan with bullets. Run away if it doesn't stop moving.
"Not agaaaaain!"
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
Knock Twitchy's gun away, this time the ape looks friendly.
If it comes to it, help the ape out of the door.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d8 Stimmed!
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 five stims
Money: 550
[8v2]
[5][5v2]
Rezel makes an interesting noise. Somewhere between a train whistle or a boiling teapot and the sound made when someone stubs their toe really hard. He continues making this noise as he brings his gun to bear on the stuck ape. Spuds, ever diplomatic when it comes to primates, moves to stop him but Rezel kicks Spuds square in the testicles and the hip checks him out of the way before opening up on the ape. Shots tear through hardened foam and the creature jerks and spasms before going mostly limp, blood staining the white foam pink.
"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come" comes the weak and increasingly tinny voice from the brain helmet.
What is an omni-card again, like a credit card or like a keycard?
Goop the ape to the floor if it acts hostile, if it doesn't tell it to get away from the door and to move to the other end of the chamber (to free our lines of fire).
If another hostile monster comes out the door, goop it, goop it good.
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
pack of gum, wallet with an omni-card and some children's photos
Money: 450
An omni-card is akin to a giftcard with a certain amount of omni loaded onto it. Its as close to loose money as you'll get.
The Ape is acting non-hostile at the minute. Increasingly non-hostile. You decide not to try and steal Rezel's thunder. You saw what happened to the last guy who did.
Keep my rifle pointed at the ape, just in case it decides to become hostile.
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
FoF transponder
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
Ya think they got him handled. Unless he explodes upon death. In which case things are probably gonna get very loud here in the next minute or two.
Check for vital signs, if he's alive, disinfect and bandage what remains of his feet and then transport him to the infirmary.
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
[2]
Heather checks for vital signs but can't find any. She squints at the body, which is apparently still breathing, in confusion.
"That ain't right."
Toss some door nobs at the stumps of the guy missing his feet
Name: Murphy Isadora Mays Neegeghs?
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
Heather is still considering the apparent medical mystery of the breathing corpse when a crazed man runs over to her and spikes a metal doorknob into the body's shin. The body lets out a rather stifled groan.
"Now that is defintely not right. Corpses don't breath and they defintely don't complain. I know. The malpractice board was VERY specific on that point."
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.
Go with the guys pass the turrets is not like I have something to do here.
Steve apparently got drunk at some point because he's seeing phantom teammates that are going into lab 3. No one is going into lab 3 this turn Steve ol' boy. They're mostly commiting various kinds of animal cruelty.
(I’m going to assume Benny’s offer is still on the table and add the FoF market to my inventory)
Stand by, confused, but ready to respond to any threat that makes itself evident.
”Are orarangutans a thing around here?”
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
FoF marker
Money: 300
Lance considers for several long seconds if Rezel is a threat.
Hmmm.
Probably not.
He gets the FOF marker from Benny.
Well, shit. Does it the terminal boot at all anymore? If not, incinerate all the hardware to hide my mountain dew soaked fuckup.
Then find another computer I can access to check out the contents of the USB stick in my inventory that I picked up earlier.
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
Edd sniffs, looks around a bit self conciously, and then seeps the keyboard into his incincerator. He moves on to the next terminal and sticks the USB drive into it.
The usb contains a good amount of what look like MP3 files, documents, images, even a few executables. They look personal in nature, like this is some's private USB. They've got DOOM on here. And some folder with "ShindoL" as the name.
"Nothing to worry about. This is basic cat behavior. When you knock on the side of a box they always strike the offender with their paw. I just didn't expect this box to be so weak."
The solution to this problem is obvious. Remove my spacesuit's helmet. Let the cat have it. Better than it having my head.
Preferably do so before an overzealous teammate shoots me in the head or shoves me in an incinerator.
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: Concentrating
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
[4]
Pathos fumbles and undoes the helmet, dropping out of it and scrambling back on his butt as it gets yanked through the hole in the printer. There's a sound of crushing metal and glass inside the printer and a moment later the helmet comes back out, this time as a rough lump that catches Pathos in the chest and flattens him to the ground.
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
Oh son of a... I guess I have to try to save you, huh? I'm going to keep my distance still but shoot at the big hand and NOT Pathos do not shoot Pathos shoot the hand instead. Run, buddy! If something starts to come OUT of the thing, though... Run like hell! But keep shooting it also.
[4][2v1]
Jengo peaks back around the corner and fires a burst into the printer. A howling screech comes from it and a spray of blood and lint and the printer rocks back and forth violently.
Wander off to find Pathos and see how my kitty printing request is coming along. If I witness the current struggle, saunter over and spray some cream cheese into the printer for the kittything. If that doesn't calm it down, poke it idly with my automop.
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.)
Jon wanders in as Jengo unloads rounds into the printer. He observes the situation for a moment before shrugging and walking towards the printer. He's about halfway there when something the rough size of a tiger lurches out through the hole. It looks something like a tiger as well, though also something like a very bloody coat. In either case its only half formed, two massive front legs and a half molten face of teeth and too many eyes trailing a partial lower body and spine, the stringy remnants from the printer's current "line" still trailing behind it.
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