Oh come on, I posted earlier and everything. Can I at least get an initiative roll or something to stop that bastard from stealing my k-
...
Run.
Name: "Clem"
Physical Description: Extremely scarred and mutilated, with numerous life-support implants jutting out of its flesh at strange angles. It's entire lower body has been replaced with new machinery, which is oddly orderly compared to the mess of flesh and metal making up its upper body. 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: Perfectly "Intact"
Inventory:
OMNITECH® Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack)
OMNITECH® Generic™ Sidearm Magazines x3 (d4 use die)
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x4
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod CONTAINING inert H.E.L.L. orb remnants
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
Bionic Eyes
FoF Thingie
Money: -500
[2][3]
These particles would be cool to experiment with, large concentrations of the stuff can create HELL creatures, maybe the creatures can be trained?
Find and collect a handful of HELL particles, then run as fast as I can toward the exit
Name: Lyra
Physical Description: A 5 foot tall female human with pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes who weighs 110 pounds. She is 18 years old.
Background: She spent nearly every waking hour on learning as much as she can about diseases, mostly by taking the blood of a diseased animal, and putting it in a healthy animal of a different species to figure out if symptoms changed. Eventually she asked a person about a job, and it turned out that person works for OMNITECH, and she got hired as a Reclaimer
Life: d4
Attack: OMNITECH Foam Gun d4 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target.multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d8
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: No Injuries
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector
Money: 0
[1]
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Run like hell out of the lab.
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 (d4 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
FoF Marker
Money: 0
[2][3]
Run, don’t stop running.
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 (3 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 (not on person)
Health Insurance Policy
FoF marker
Money: 300
[3] !
"Well. I'd say our job here is done. Now, who's up for drinks at the flesh bar?"
"Not this guy, apparently." Jon says, waving idly at the goo'd beast.
"He wasn't much help in my pursuit of bowtied beauty, either. Let's go."
To the titty bar with Pathos! Wave and grin at the barkeep, and order a 'dirty mop bucket' (the drink) if they have them.
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)
Snacks:
OMNI-Munch bar
OMNIGUM
Valuable:
Gold ring
Silver Necklace
OMNI currency card
Curiosity:
Stress ball
Small bag of what look like mouse bones
business card for "OMNI-FLESH Bar" (hole in the wall illicit titty bar)
Blackmail:
Nothing.
Money: 148 (+5 from Pathos.)
[2][6]
Run away from the impending disaster.
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: On aspirin
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x4 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
[7]
Name: Steve
Physical Description: Generic caucasian male
Background: Steve passed his university exams, Steve 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) x2 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)
2 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.
remote control
schematics for the MR. HANDY.
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) X3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Handcuffs
Universal Communicator
red keycard
2 blue keycards
green keycard
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
Run Towards the Barracks and don't look back is everyone for themselves right now.
[8]
Run Run Run. Out of the lab. Yell at people to shut the power down while running.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d8 Stimmed! Bruised
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:
Black Keycard
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: 470
[4]
"What the hell's going on here?"
Run, just run and don't stop.
Name: Jimmy Johnson
Physical Description: A short and balding man with mustache.
Background: Got tired of being homeless he decided to get a job.
Class: Security
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, mag d6/ d4 Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: Pistols, d6
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
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
[1]
Make like Sir Robin and bravely run away.
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 (now d4)
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
Riot suit (d6 Life) (not worn)
universal communicator
pack of gum, wallet with an omni-card and some children's photos
Money: 450
[5]
"one down, 0 more to... that doesn't sound good."
Blake, after a job well done, immediately starts running. also, he
wonders if his behavior chip was fried or not.
Physical Description:a normal looking guy with short black hair. 5 foot 5, has no muscles.
Background: need money. No skills. Omnitech good.
Life: d6 Omnitech riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic security rifle
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d8
Will:d4
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d6
Skills:
Melee:d6
Guns:d8
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Status: blake's alright.
Inventory:
Omnilight
Omnitech Riot suit
Omnitech Generic security rifle
3 magazines of generic ammo
Omnitech security baton
Omnitech electrical behavior modification chip
Omnicuffs
Money: 0
[6]
"Wow. It's like you guys don't trust me or something. Oh well."
Try to pull the proverbial plug by shutting down the phase thingy or its power source, if doing so would stop this thing.
If that fails, use my massive intellect combined with my superb computer skills to create a second phase change on top of the first one that will cancel it out, at least partially. Or maybe send it somewhere else. Like Venus labs.
If that fails/is impossible, then just say "Whoops." and join the others in running away. Preferably to the flesh bar.
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, no helmet
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 (no helmet)
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
Strange worm thing
Murder-Hate Turret AI (in coffee maker)
4 Hellfire bombs
a bottle of the finest Martian Fields ale
Money: 370
[8][4]
The walls are torn free and expose the expanding phase space breach. Whatever random coordinates Pathos put in must have lead to one of the countless incompatible phase spaces where minor changes to events in the deep past had far reaching consequences. Because in the center of what was once the final room is an expanding orb of darkness and fire; distant stars and one far too close, overlooking a blasted and molten planetary surface. The atmosphere in the room escapes through the phase space breech with tremendous speed and force, ripping everything around it into the hole in reality while the heat of the unshielded sun and the colossal gravitational tidal forces begins to melt it.
Everyone, well almost everyone, turns tail and runs. Lance, Heather, Steve, Spuds and Yagyu manage to get out the door, escape the suction of the growing convergence event, and make it to relative safety.
Jimmy and Lyra are both sucked directly into the tear in reality and obliterated while everyone else struggles to avoid a similar fate. Clem, Jack, and Jon all cling desperately to anything that is bolted to the ground and seek shelter. Meanwhile Pathos appears to have been somewhat sobered up by the events occuring and regained enough of his facilties to immediately start trying to fix the problem. He manages to cut power to the Phase interface just before it reaches the point of becoming self sustaining and initiating a true convergence event. The phase breach stops its rapid expansion and after a few moments begins to reduce in size, bleeding off energy in bolts of purple lightning and random gravitational distortions. Within maybe 20 seconds the phase space is complete gone, leaving nothing but a massive spherical hole, a lot of still molten metal, and high radiation exposure for everyone still hanging around.
"TOLD YOU I GOT THIS!" Pathos yells, his hearing temporarily lost in the cacophony of the near convergence event.
You know the drill. Level ups, lemme know what you did this mission, hit bar for drinks, etc.
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