"It's a mutiny! Eject, Murder Pot, eject!
If the preceding clusterfuck doesn't kill Jon before he gets a chance to act, and hostilities are still evident: hang on to my meatshields dear teammates, keeping them between me and the more aggressive fellas in the back while calling for Murder Pot to dump everyone else out of the ship.
If instead, hostilities are ceased and nobody is shooting or stabbing or fire axing him, Jon will chillax and is willing to be persuaded out of the pilot seat by the catgirl waifu for headpats. In that case, ignore the green text above.
((Ozack, no hard feelings, I get that the current situation is mostly the result of a 2 followed by a 1 on a critical job, not anything you did. But IC your actions look near on suicidal for everyone.))
((no hard feelings at all. This is all well within expectations and is pretty funny, at least to me.))
((Ozarck, I totes have hard feelings. Only reason I didn't shoot ya last turn was your d12 fate~))
((You can always be counted on to point the gun at me. You're like a shittier version of Batman to my more glorious Superman~))
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!)
As everyone in the ship seems to turn their guns on Jon, he just gives an exaggerated shit eating grin. And then he shoves the two hostages out of his grip and onto the ground before hopping out of his seat and swaggering out of the cockpit.
"Was just a prank bro, just a prank. Lighten up." He says in a clearly mocking voice before taking a seat in the middle of the shuttle and giggling to himself.
Just try to get away from Jon.
If I'm somehow still alive when the violence is over, try to drive us where we need to be or back to where we started, whichever is easiest. Hopefully the ship knows where it is and where it isn't. If someone with better skill is willing to do so, then provide instructions instead and work on fixing computer problems.
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
Pathos, freed from his embarrassing situation, scrambles to the controls and tries to fix things.
[1]
We'll put a pin in that for a moment. See what other people have to say. Last requests and all.
"My threat analysis has analyzed the situation and... it's asking us if we filled out our wills yet. I hope you all brought space suits." Heather says with a cheerful smile on her face.
"There is one more significant threat, and that's our pilot. Jon, give up your pilot seat or I will have to forcibly remove you from that seat."
Forcibly remove Jon from the pilot's seat if he refuses to give up the seat willingly. Give cheerful commentary as the situation develops.
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
"Jon has left the pilot seat and is currently eating handfuls of snacks while making rude gestures. Lets go in for an interview. Jon, you probably just killed us all, including yourself. What are you gonna do next?""Release the murderpot into the space station's computers, if I'm lucky."
"Fascinating. Is there a reason you seek the death of all of us and yourself?""Its funny."
"I got it guys. Get out of the way, give me room and work on fixing the ship. My tools are over there, feel free to use them."
Turn on my Omni-light.
Simplify things by getting up, and shivving Jon with a ceramic knife. Aim to kill.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Class: Senior Security. (base pay, 600)
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d8 stimmed!
Attack: d6 rifle, d10 use die, d8 melee, ceramic knife
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
One stimpack.
Money: 860
[7v4]
[1v2]
Spuds turns on the Omni-light and calmly sets it down for maximum illumination. He then turns to Jon and jams his ceramic knife straight into Jon's sternum. However, he must have stabbed it in at just the wrong angle because as the blade hits the rubber of jon's suit it snaps off like it was made of styrofoam.
"See?" Jon says, still talking to Heather, "That's fucking hilarious."
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
[6][1v2]
Lucy sprays a burst of foam at Jon, who casually leans back in his chair and lets it fly past him.
"I was hoping to keep my tool kit intact, but it doesn't do me much good if I'm dead or a few hundred thousand miles from nowhere in space."
Attempt to re-enable life support and navigation. Use a tool kit charge if needed/applicable. What skill or stat is most useful for piloting?
"Rezel... I never thought I would say this... But if you can let that turret not be 'MINE' for a second, your skill-set is needed to subdue an uncooperative maniac janitor turned suicidal pilot before he kills us all. Try not to shoot him if he relinquishes control of the ship. Not poking holes in the ship is also preferred, since most of us don't have space suits.
((Ozack, no hard feelings, I get that the current situation is mostly the result of a 2 followed by a 1 on a critical job, not anything you did. But IC your actions look near on suicidal for everyone.))
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
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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
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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
[3/3] [-1 repair kit charge]
Tom attempts to get the ship back up and life supporting by directly digging into the walls and routing around whatever Jon did. He manages to get the lights on and thats about it.
Rezel is already most of the way out of his seat by the time Tom speaks to him, and the terrified man pauses to give him a look that that... well, a look that's entirely undecipherable under the armored space helmet he's wearing. Still, he nods vigorously, and his screams have quieted back down to a nervous giggle, so that's probably a good sign
Make way over to the cockpit. Stand a ways back, not getting in the way of the seething crowd of flesh already intent on murdering Jon, and aim at the cockpit. If a clear shot presents itself, and he isn't already dead, put a nice little bullet cleanly between the Janitor's eyes.
((Ozarck, I totes have hard feelings. Only reason I didn't shoot ya last turn was your d12 fate~))
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
[12][2v2]
Rezel gets off his gun and immediately starts screaming....continues screaming incoherently, but this time with Jon as his target. Jon shrugs.
"Whatcha gonna do about it? Shoot me?"
Rezel promptly attempts to do just that and fires several rounds at Jon. Two puncture straight through the other side of the ship without coming near to Jon while the third clips his ear and draws a bit of blood. Jon doesn't flinch for the whole assault.
If at all possible, send KitKat to “persuade” Jon to get out of his seat. If Jon’s already dead, or it won’t work for whatever reason, then just keep trying to get KitKat to settle down.
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 hops over to Jon and sits on his lap, kicking her feet playfully and running her hands through his hair as she seems to wiggle and squirm to unheard music.
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
Wait for my death while reading Garfield cartoons.
If the others have failed to kill Jon yet, tell the symbiote to stab him with the ceramic knife.
Scan the damaged section of the craft using bionic eyes to determine if there's a breach that'll be exposed to vacuum once we return to realspace. If there is, point it out to someone with a toolbox.
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
Log:Obtained important intel pertaining to the current state of the universe.Ascertained the most likely phase state of the encountered phase, probably.
[1v4]
Clem walks over to be within 10 or so feet of Jon and a tendril of red meat lashes out from his side and swings a ceramic knife at Jon's head. Jon slaps it away without taking his eyes of Kitkat.
Clem makes a rather hard to interpret face before slapping Rezel in the back of the head and pointing out to everyone that there are now three holes in the ship that are letting all the static in.
"Oh shit! We're being hijacked!"
Kerberos rushes to the cockpit and precedes to beat the shit out of anyone who looks like a hijacker with the flat side of his ax. Including the pilot as well, since they obvious had to hijack the plane in the first place in order to fly it.
Name: Kerberos Pu
Physical Description: A pale Asian man with white hair and a flat expression on their face.
Background:
[Redacted]Class:
SecurityLife:
d6Attack:
d6 Security Rifle (d6 use),
d8 Fire Ax
Stats:Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed:d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:Melee: d8
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: D6
Status: Bitchin' ass robo feet for feet.
Inventory:
- OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
- OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 5 magazines(d8 use die)
- OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
- NOT-OMNITECH Fire Ax (d8 melee attack)
- OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
- OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 50
Kerberos finds no one currently hijacking or otherwise piloting the ship without sense.
"As far as I am aware, to the best of my judgement, this may in fact be a problem."
smack Rezel on on the back of his head, telling him to stop wasting bullets, and then go and subdue the crazy hijackers and/or janitor-pilot with my baton.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
There are no hijackers that you see and considering Jon's record of fending off an entire ship of people, Blake decides not to press his luck.
"This kind of shit was why I asked about space suits, so now most of us are going to die because we weren't provided with proper equipment."
Just keep sitting in my chair and watch what happens.
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
Burt considers the situation, the attacks on Jon, what might be imminent death, and then starts laughing.
He has no other recourse.
Look around to see if there is anything inside the shuttle that could be use to provide air, such as an oxygen tank or something. Otherwise, continue sitting in seat.
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 looks around for an oxygen source for a few moments and then promptly gives up when he doesn't immediately see one.
Edd takes out his earbuds for a moment, looking around. The oxygen seems to be depleting. Supposedly they're cruising in a dimension of weird shit. And there's some kind of kerfuffle going on in the cockpit.
He shakes the 888-ball. "Triple-8-chan, is this shit any of my business?"
But deep inside, he already knows the answer. This is above his paygrade, and more importantly, he isn't contractually obliged to help with any of this. So he puts the earbuds back in, closes his eyes, and tries to relax until the time he gets to clean up the aftermath.
Ask question of 888-ball. Regardless of answer, close my eyes, listen to some more tunes, and just let things happen dude.
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: d8
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
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
"FREE RADICAL" Hoverboard
1 Blue Smoke Nootropic Cigar
Magic 888-ball
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 ==> prostethic vending machine key
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
Prostethic arm with several small dome cameras studded along the length of the thing in strategic places like the palm and the elbow. Let go of my arm when asked
Money: 390
Breathe easy, if possible. Edd listens to some apt if a bit obvious tunes. [1]
There is an asteroid in the asteroid belt that is known as 10 Hygiea. It was discovered around 1850 and named in honor of a ruling family at the time. Its the fourth largest of the asteroids in the belt and makes up about 3% of the total mass of the belt. Besides its size, it is relatively uninteresting in the grand scheme of things. The shuttle and its entire crew visit 10 Hygiea for roughly 0.2 microseconds, enjoying the near absolute zero temperatures of the stone 8 miles under its surface before physics catches up with the problem of two sets of matter occupying the same space. The transmutation of 1 shuttle and its crew into energy is visible to astronomers on earth with instruments pointed in the right direction. Their final moment is broadcasted to the universe on a band of high intensity gamma rays, one last screaming obsenity thrown out into the void.
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Topic: MOOK: Such sights to see (Read 490737 times)