Name: Tara
Physical Description: A 4 foot 6 in tall female human with pale skin, brunette hair, and blue eyes who weighs 110 pounds. She is 15 years old.
Background: She was Lucy's younger sister. She would watch Lyra perform her experiments until she went to OMNITECH. When she learned of the deaths of her sisters, she joined here hoping to make the place safer
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]
Head to the remote controlled shuttle, which is now near mining level? Assuming pathos intended to land it on top of the elevator car so that we can just climb out the top of the elevator car, and into the shuttle without being cooked. If so, do that. Otherwise, improvise how to get in without getting cooked / crushed / impaled / trapped in a vacuum.
Name: Fred Williams
Physical Description: A tall and lanky engineer. Light skin, dark hair, blue eyes. Younger, mid 20's.
Background: A computer engineer who decided that his first job out of college - programming microcontrollers to be 5% more time efficient - was boring. The possibility of combat -- Like Call of Duty but more realistic (according to the recruiter) -- was all Fred needed to decide that this was the career move of a lifetime. Well... that and it came with a class 3 weapons permit. (In the US, a class 3 is the extraordinarily hard to get collector permit (read: takes years and thousands of dollars and lots of training) that allows you to own fully automatic weapons made before 1970.)
Note: despite being a computer engineer, has an inexplicable lack of tech skills, yet can easily fix almost any mechanical problem. He has no idea why.
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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: d4
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Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d12
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
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Status: Slightly disoriented, lacks memory of past several hours.
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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
Some stuff for a refill
High Viz. Flares x4
Containment canister with digital lock
Alien shard x2
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Money: 0
[3]
Both Tara and Fred make it up to the shuttle. Tara actually makes it straight up to the shuttle and straight into the wall of the shuttle, bouncing off with a bloody nose. But hey, beats hard vacuum.
Sit tight
Name: Woldo Stuart
Physical Description: Tall, Skinny, Pale, Gaunt. Almost bald even though he can’t be older than 30. Patchy and scruffy stubble that goes all the way down his neck. His eyes aren’t soulless per se, but they have unnaturally white irises, and are filled with a certain, determination.
Background: He was always an odd child. He wanted to be skilled at killing people even as a small child. His parents were very wealthy, and very overprotective of him. Instead of getting him karate lessons or into sports, they got him the most state-of-the-art simulation entertainment system money could buy. He got good at what he did. By the time he was 10, he was the number one Waifu Assassins Guild IX player in the world. However, once he got old enough, it was time to get a job. And since he’s literally good for nothing else, and he fancies himself a killer, he decided to join the Omni-tech security crew.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/Baton
Ammo:
Rifle (use d6)(3 magazines)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d10
Guns: d12
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Inventory:
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Money: zilch
There probably is some puckering involved right now, yes.
”hey, who’s flying that thing!”
wait for Elen to pull me up, then Get on the shuttle, I guess
Name: Toby Jackson
Physical Description:a normal looking guy with short black hair. 5 foot 5, has no muscles.
Background: need money. No skills. Omnitech good.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 Generic pistol
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d4
Endurance:d4
Will:d4
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d12
Skills:
Melee:d4
Guns:d4
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Occult: d10
Status: probably maybe a little insane. Also knocked out.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
Money: 80
"Keep still, I'm going to pull you up."
Pull up Toby, then proceed to escort everyone to the shuttle.
Name: Elen Farley
Physical Description: Short with long brown hair and green eyes, she seems unnaturally cheerful.
Background: Elen showed up shortly after an incident in one of the OMNITECH labs, she decided to work for OMNITECH mostly out of convenience of already being there.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d12
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Bandaged head
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
5 gallon container of extremely flammable fuel
4 gallon container of water
Money: 0
Luckily for both Elen and Toby, the low gravity means that pulling him up is so easy that it doesn't even require the help of a random outcome to determine. She just yanks him up and drags his blind ass into the shuttle.
Invent a song called 'hail to the shuttle pilot' to the tune of 'hail to the busdriver', then sing it. Have the lyrics reference horrible crashing and drunk pilots screwing the stewardesses, but in a subtle way.
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: [ERROR: DATA NOT FOUND]
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d8
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: okie dokie
Inventory:
cognition copier
Cutting/welding torch
1 unit of useful metal bits
computing cube
red and green key
a few mining explosives
a large spool of synthetic cable
Money: 235
This is the point where I might like...invent a few bars of this song and post them here in italics for the amusement of all (or just myself). But when you go and say something like "In a subtle way" you should already know I'm completely out of my depth. The only time I can do subtle is when its a warning for everyone about future problems and then I'm too subtle and no one notices. Aw what the hell, lets give it a shot.
Hail to the shuttle pilot,
shuttle pilot, shuttle pilot,
Hail to the shuttle pilot,
shuttle pilot Robo-man.
He haxs and relaxes,
Crashes and smacks asses.
Hail to the shuttle pilot,
shuttle pilot robo-man. Its the best I got. I'm chained to a radiator, cut me some slack.
Say in the shuttle and hide under the seat.
Name: Harold Goldstine
Physical Description: A short balding man with a mustache.
Background: He was tired of a boring life so he decided to join OMNITECH as a security guard.
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: 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
OMNITECH Handcuffs
Cutting/welding torch
Demolition charge
3 oxygen pellets
Music drive
Movie drive
TV drive
Book drive
Magazine drive
Manual drive
Audiobook drive
Wrench (d4 melee attack)
Antique revolver (d4 ranged) 4 bullets remaining.
Money: 40
Harold inserts himself under a row of chairs and starts mumbling something about wanting to upgrade to an overhead luggage rack.Then he mumbles about uptown rent prices and a living wage. Honestly I'm not paying much attention to him.
Hurry to the shuttle! Bring our 3d printed cat along. Sit next to Pathos and pat the catbomination on the head.
Jon, still glowing like a condensed star, floats in through the floor of the shuttle.
"Hey! Thanks for letting me out of that wack-ass ghost prison. Now I can follow you all Foreverrrrr. Hey Pathos, did you know there's a ghost of you in here? Pretty weird huh? Like, which one is the real Pathos and which is just a copy? EXISTENTIAL DREAAAAD!"He wiggles his incandescent fingers in Pathos' face.
Board the shuttle. Once onboard, wave the security baton around in the air while screaming "I FUCKED UP AN ALIEN GAAWWWD!", then collapse in a seat or corner and focus intently on not bleeding to death from the eyes.
Name: He insists that it's "Wilfred Seven", and most definitely not "Wil" or "William"
Physical Description: He looks identical to Wil Wheaton. That's because he's an identical clone of Wil Wheaton; he actually can't even shave, or even change his hair or anything, it always grows back to the default form within a day. Scarrification might let Wilfred change his appearance, but he's not really up for that.
Background: He was batch manufactured along with nine other Wheaton clones, for use in some film that he's never heard of and was never involved with; only the three "best" clones were actually selected for use in the film, while the other seven--really, the other four, three survived less than a week--were sold to OMNITECH as cheap labor. Somehow, OMNITECH decided to hire Seven, rather than just enslave him, although he's not really sure what the difference is. Notably, Wilfred's flaw that disqualified him from being selected is that his mind is nothing like the famous actor, and he actually hates being compared to the man.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d8 axe
Stats:
Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d6
End d4
Wil d4, and he STILL fucked up an alien god! Yeah!
Kno d4
Fte d4
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d12
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d6
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4
Status:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d8 (loaded), d4, d0 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Reasonable pair of Handcuffs
Money: 0...
[4]
Wilfred eventually meanders into the waiting shuttle and collapses into a corner after shouting something about killing alien gods.
”hey, who’s flying that thing!”
: Alien ghosts. From coast to coast. Now come on board so we can GTFO. : came the reply from the remote controlled shuttle's speakers.
Once everyone from the mining level is aboard, fly the remote controlled shuttle back to our shuttle, then wait for everyone to come aboard. Then go through the portal. Unless things are going very badly, in which case just GTFO, the others can pilot their own damn shuttle.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: A literal crash test dummy.
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. Lost his original body in a freak shuttle accident.
Class: Senior Emergency Technician (+100 OMNI per mission)
Life: d4: crash test dummy
Attack: d2: unarmed
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d8
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Blank stare
Inventory:
2 demo charges
Money: -270
[10]
The remote controlled shuttle rises up out of the shaft with a scream of engine exhaust and grinding metal. It flies rather dangerously but ultimately successfully over to the primary shuttle and the occupants quickly run, walk, or hobble in. Pathos sends the remote controlled ship away and then, after doing a quick head count to make sure everyone is in, he punches it towards the portal.
They pass the phase interface surface and find themselves in what seems to be a perfectly circular hall created by rows upon rows of rounded pillars that stretch off infinitely in front of them. Looking to either side shows that this pattern repeats; a grid of intersecting tunnels created by rows of pillars. The pillars themselves are also filled with circular holes mirroring the one they are flying through: an infinite fractal tunnel network. As they watch, these pillars and holes and everything around them begins to shift colors and finally shift shapes, some of the holes solidifying into walls, new cube or box shaped material seemingly appearing out of thin air, the pattern of the world re-configuring fluidly around them. Boxes elongate into graceful curved pyramids and Pathos has to swerve in order to avoid their growth.
[4]
The shuttle brushes against one of the edges and it sheers off a small part of the wing; the edges of those pyramids are mono-atomically (perhaps even subatomically) sharp and cleave the hardened titanium alloy like butter. The world shifts and the tunnels seem to wilt and curl, breaking up into curving yellow structures.
[11]
Pathos weaves through these more easily thanks to the greater amount of open space between them, keeping the shuttle on its forward path. Finally the structures shift into something not unlike the head of a piece of broccoli or cauliflower: knobby walls of infinitely recursive lumps in vaguely drill like spirals. The structures fade out and solidify until these masses have formed two impenetrable walls, one above and one below with an infinite hazy space stretching out towards the horizon between them. The lumps extend, like stalactites and stalactites growing into columns in time lapse.
[6]
One last time Pathos dives and swerves through, watching the clock and his heading. As the timer ticks down he aligns himself towards the optimal exit vector- which happens to coincide with a path straight into one of the expanding pillars. The timer ticks down, the pillar grows closer. Tick. It looms up in the viewscreen. Tick. The infinite recursive detail of the grinding masses becomes terrifyingly clear. Tick. The glow of the nose lights is visible against its alien matter surface. And then they are in empty space, just outside the atmosphere of the earth.
Congrats everyone, you made it back! Do your level ups, I'll amend comments and payments to each one and we'll do a nice debrief when you are done.
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