See if my hazard scanner picks up anything in the static
Name: Lucy
Physical Description: A 5 foot tall female human with pale skin, brunette hair, and blue eyes who weighs 110 pounds. She is 20 years old.
Background: She was Lyra's older sister. She would watch Lyra perform her experiments until she went to OMNITECH. When she learned of Lyra's death, she asked to join, hoping she could help in her sister's absence
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: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d8
Status: No Injuries
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector
Money: 0
[4]
The Hazard detector is reading nothing particularly dangerous in terms of emissions or particulate or anything, but it does say that the current motions could cause nausea.
"Would of been nice to have had things be fine for at least 5 minutes."
Stay in seat while making a technical assessment of the ship so far.
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: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d6
Speech: d6
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 4 magazines (3 d8 use die, 1 d4 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Artificial Right Arm (Installed)
A small ceramic bobblehead statue of a pug
FoF Marker
Money: 570
[2]
Jack sits in his chair and nods to no one in particular before speaking up, again to no one in particular.
"This is just some turbulence, I'm sure the captain knows what he's doing."
"Great, at this rate we're gonna get stuck in the fucking Twilight Zone."
Keep sitting in my seat, its not like I can help with anything.
Name: Burt Smith
Physical Description: A large bald man covered in tattoos.
Background: Just out of prison with no were else to turn he got a job at OMNITECH.
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
"THERE'S SOMETHING ON THE WING! SOME....THING! Ahhh just joking, there's no wing out there anymore! Ha ha ha..ha."
Comfort KitKat when she gets scared. Keep an eye out for external threats. Shoot at anything that looks nasty.
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/ d8 Fire-axe
Ammo:
Rifle (use d6)(3 magazines)
Mini-cannon (3 magazines)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d12
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
KitKat the waifu-bot (d6 stats)
- armed with mini-cannon
Loot:
Nil
Money: 0
Kitkat is giggling and holding her arms up as though this is just a big roller coaster, seemingly completely unafraid. Lance does his best to keep an eye out, though its hard given the circumstances.
The situation is hard.
Don't misrepresent me.
Scream and cry and shoot the turret at everything outside that so much as moves, shifts, exists, or allows itself to be perceived. Also shoot everything else.
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: d8
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats:
Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d8
End d6
Wil d8
Kno d4
Fte d6
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d12
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d4
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4
Status:
Inventory:
Armored Spacesuit (d8 life, protection from most environments)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d8 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Reasonable pair of Handcuffs
Health insurance card.
FoF Thingamajig
Money: 450
Rezel screams incoherently and holds the trigger on his gun down, whipping it around erratically and spraying rounds off into the static void with no real target other than his own fear.
"Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that? You gonna throw coffee beans at me?"
Keep arguing with the pot.
See if there's a copilot seat or similar I can use with some sort of computer or multi-function-display, then use it to recalibrate the thrust output and vectors in a manner that compensates for the uneven thrust.
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: Senior Emergency Technician (+100 OMNI per mission)
Life: d6: OMNITECH Riot suit
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: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Bored
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
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
OMNI-scient Network observer
Universal Communicator running FoF program
6 OMNITECH brand Chocolate snack bars "ENJOYABLE WINTER SEASON" edition
Murder-Hate Turret AI (in coffee maker a.k.a. Murder Pot)
4 Hellfire bombs
2 OMNITECH Thermite cutting charge (3d10 damage but concentrated, no splash, single use. Cuts through metal)
2 OMNITECH Foam Grenade (d12, single use. Functions like foam gun)
a bottle of the finest Martian Fields ale
OMNITECH Cognition Copier
Money: 30
"Ah, good. this is going better than I'd hoped. Let's see ... DID ANYONE GET DIRECTIONS TO THE NEXT UNIVERSE? Never mind, I'll just take a left. I'm sure we can ask for directions at the next rest stop."
Turn off the lights again. Take a left. Find a rest stop, or a universe or something. Look for some eject buttons, in case the passengers get crankier than the Murder Pot.
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:
Sanitation Engine
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
d10 Strength
d4 Dexterity
d4 Speed
d6 Endurance
d6 Will
d4 Knowledge
d12 Fate
d4 Melee
d4 Guns
d4 Explosives
d8 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: 818 (AKA not Enough for an Advanced Cleaning Apparatus!)
I WILL SCALD YOU SO BADLY YOUR FLESH MELTS OFF AND THEN YOU WILL BE MADE FUN OF BY NEWS SHOWS AND RADIO HOSTS BECAUSE THEY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE SEVERITY OF THE BURNS AND WILL INSTEAD MOCK WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS A MINOR INJURY!"Yeah yeah yeah."
Pathos attempts to get into the single seat cockpit and wrestle Jon out of the way.
[4v8]
Jon successfully fends off the attempts of the anemic nerd to man handle him out of his chair.
[1]
Jon gets on the PA and screams to be heard over the static.
"GREETINGS EVERYONE THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. LET ME JUST GET A QUICK DRINK OF BOURBON...ALRIGHT SO WE ARE CURRENTLY CRUISING IN A SORT OF CIRCULAR MANNER THROUGH WHAT I THINK IS SOME SORT OF BLACK AND WHITE NIGHTMARE DIMENSION. HOLD ON."
He presses his foot against Pathos' face and shoves him back.
"APOLOGIES, WE HAVE HIJACKERS UP HERE WITH TINY BABY ARMS. WE'VE REACHED WHAT I GUESS IS NORMAL ALTITUDE FOR THIS SO I'M JUST GONNA TURN OFF THE LIGHTS, OXYGEN, AND...WELL WHATEVER THESE SWITCHES OVER HERE DO. THE HIJACKER WILL BE SERVING DRINKS AND SNACKS JUST AS SOON AS I STOP STEALING ALL OF THEM. SO NEVER. SIT BACK, RELAX, DIE OF HYPOXIA, AND ENJOY THE FLIGHT UNTIL I FIND THE BUTTON THAT EJECTS YOU INTO THE SCREAMING VOID. THIS ONE LOOKS PROMISING~"
Lets say 5.
Oki, getting 2 then, ya grok?
Use earplugs if interference is loud enough to damage/disorient.
If there is damage to the ship that is reachable/fixable from the inside and that hampers progress, try to fix it.
If not, use scanner to see if I can pick up anything in this mess that might point us in the right direction.
Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: Slightly smaller than average, tanned, sideburns.
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d10
Endurance: d6
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: okie dokie
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.) goop tank, d8 use die
2 spare goop tanks (d8)
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
universal communicator
cognition copier
toolkit
2 nutrient paste
ear plugs
Money: 875
I grok it.
All things considered "Problems that can be fixed inside the ship" can probably be interpreted to include Jon.
[4v10]
Jon puts both Pathos and Yagyu in a headlock and starts piloting with his feet.
"THE WEAK SHOULD FEAR THE STRONG!"
"I think we might need an actual pilot."
Pop a stim, because this looks bad.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Class: Senior Security. (base pay, 600)
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d10 use die, d4 melee, bayonet
Stats
Str d6
Dex d6
Speed d6
End d6
Will d4
Kno d4
Fate d4
Skills:
Mel d8
Gun d6
Exp d6
Imp d4
Mec d6
Spe d4
Status:
Inventory:
Riot suit (d6 Life)
Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and two d10 extended magazines. Loaded with a third d10 extended magazine.
Generic Security Baton (d4)
Bayonet. (d4)
Ceramic Knife (d8, breaks on 1)
EMP grenade, (d20, affects electronics)
Flashbang (d8, Stun)
Thermite Cutting Charge (3d10)
Toolkit, 2 uses.
electrical behavior modification implant
Omni-light
Two stimpacks.
Money: 860
Spuds watches everything unfold. He blinks once, slowly. Then he pops a stim, so that he has a better chance of surviving...whatever is coming next.
"Okay, okay, it's yours. I'm not touching it. You shoot stuff ... and where on earth did that pilot learn to fly?"
Assist Yagyu with any repairs I can safely help with. I don't have a space suit, and I'm not sure there's an airlock anyway, so anything outside would qualify as an unsafe repair. Consider whether the phase space interface we hit was necessary for us to get back out of this dimension.
((Just a suggestion, but someone should probably check for life support issues / pressurization leaks. Might be totally unnecessary, but better to know now rather than when the half of the crew not wearing space suits suffocates. I would do it, but I'd like to make sure the ship doesn't blow up first))
Name: Tom Hershey
Physical Description: A tall and lanky engineer. Light skin, dark hair, blue eyes. Younger, mid 20's.
Background: An electrical engineer who decided that his first job out of college - programming motor controllers to be 5% more efficient - was boring. Between high combat pay (that's what the recruiter said) and excitement, Ben couldn't pass up the "exclusive opportunity" to join Omnitech. Rarely forgets anything and has a knack for mechanical and electrical problems.
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Life: d2
Attack: d4 - Omnitech Generic Personal Sidearm
-------------------------
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
-------------------------
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
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Status: N/A
-------------------------
Inventory:
Omnitech Red Jumpsuit
Omnitech Generic Personal Sidearm d4 using Magazine d4
Additional Magazines x2 d4
Omnitech Tool Kit - advantage on rep/mod.
Uses x3
High Viz. Flares x5
-------------------------
Money: 0
[4]
Tom considers the situation.
The interface doesn't necessarily have to be actively functioning...The ship was probably given a certain amount of energy so that it will phase back out into normal space within a certain period of time. Normally this is calculated so that the ship will move a certain distance during that time and then reappear a certain distance away in normal space. However the ship is spinning out of control so....if this ship doesn't get course corrected soon it might reappear in an asteroid or worse, hundreds of thousands of miles from anything. The important part now has to be getting it back under control.
[6]
Considering the situation the cockpit, Tom decides to do things the more difficult way. He opens a panel and gets into the control system for the engines. He shifts the thrust so that the two wings on the undamaged side are equal to the damaged one. The ship starts to even out but...there's still no telling what direction is the right way or how much distance is left.
"wait, why did we let a Janitor be pilot? Also, if I remembered correctly, we'll just pop back into our universe in a little bit, so no need for directions."
Blake takes a look at the place where the wing tore off. Is there a hole in the ship? is there an interdimensional alien trying to get in? if there's a hole, put on the space suit and tell the engineers. if not, just keep chillin'
Name: Blake Johnson
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:d6
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d8
Will:d4
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d6
Skills:
Melee:d6
Guns:d10
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
Omnitech ceramic knife
omnitech insurance
Omnitech space suit
Money: 0
Blake yawns.
Not his problem.
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)
Shield: OMNITECH Reactive Personal Shield generator (d8 protection but has d4 use die. Recharges between missions)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d2
Guns: d6
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.)
OMNITECH Ear Plugs
Money: 120 omni.
Personal Computing Cube.
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
calculator watch
FoF transponder
several packs of gum
pocket sized volume of Garfield cartoons
business card for "The Blue Smoke Lounge"
another Universal Communicator
look around shoot anything that gets close to the ship.
Steve remains ready but....nothing comes at him.
Familiarize myself with the threat analyzer, does it work passively or do I need to actively scan for threats?
Check for threats and analyze how threatening the situation is.
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: d8 Armored Space suit
Attack: d4 Generic Personal Sidearm, 2d6/d6 OMNITECH Concealed Antibio razor
Stats:
Strength: d6
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: d12
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x4 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (2 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
FoF marker
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Spare generic personal sidearm
Armored Space suit (d8 life)
OMNITECH Concealed Antibio razor (2d6 against living, d6 against others)
OMNITECH Threat Analyzer
Money: 400
Heather finds that the threat analyzer requires an active scan, so she tests it out.
Currently Jon is rated as a "Significant" in terms of threat while the entire situation is rated as..."We hope you filled out a will."
"Looks like we're ahead of schedule on things going wrong. Good job everyone, keep up the fine work!"
Where are we? Keep an eye out for 'collectables' out in the void.
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: d10
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: d6
Status: Perfectly "Intact"
Inventory:
OMNITECH® Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack)
OMNITECH® Generic™ Sidearm Magazines x3 (d4 use die)
OMNITECH® Porcelain™ Ceramic Knife (d8, breaks on 1)
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
Shrieking Skull
Bionic Eyes
OMNITECH® Voice Manipulator
H.E.L.L. Symbiote
Money: 0
There appears to be nothing solid in this world, but its very hard to tell honestly. Everything is flickering so there might be solid things that just aren't visible easily against the equally flickering background.
The lights in the ship go out and the Oxygen supply suddenly starts decreasing with an audible hiss.
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