Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Naturegirl1999]

Spoiler: Helene Hestia (click to show/hide)

Name:Helene Hestia
Physical Description:

• 6.2 feet tall.
• Red hair, mowhawk
• Ginger, freckles very prominent.
• Brown eyes.
• Atheletic, toned build.

Background:After a rather unfortunate portal opening incident, she was fired from her previous occupation as a farmhand. A fact she deeply resents, so what if it was one demon summoning! After job-searching and no one wanting to hire her, quite unfairly, she applied to become an Occult Materials and Information management officer. Considering her previous experience and her expendability to Omnitech, she seemed perfect for the job!

May be related to several missing persons cases, investigation inconclusive.

Life:D4,
Attack:D4

Sight:Nothing
Smell:Nothing
Hearing:Nothing
Taste:Nothing
Touch:OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

Stats:
Strength:D6, Real good at hitting things, a talent picked up beating up tresspassers on occasion at the farm.
Dexterity:D4,
Speed:D4,
Endurance:D4,
Will: D6,
Knowledge:D4,
Fate:D8, lucky did not die from demon fortune favors the bold

Skills:
Melee:D6, see strength score, often beats with shovel as preffered asswhoopin tool
Guns:D4,
Explosives:D4,
Implants:D4,
Mechanics:D6,
Technology:D4,
Medical:D4,
Occult:D6,summoned demon enough said
Speech:D4,

Status:Fine/Alive/Not yet gibblets.
Still has no soul doh.
Inventory: 

OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)

OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5

OMNITECH Null-Rod

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Money:BROKE!

Helene is talking as if she where a complete loon on drugs for all we know she very well might be thought she did pass a drug test maybe she is just unstable, she sounds way too enthusiastic about the concept of hitting things, she is smiling eyes darting around the room looking at her new fellow help, with her hand holding a null rod in her twitching palm.

Helene examines her syringe and the waifu bot Ji and covers her eyes when she enters a new room gun at the ready, she looks for pipes if she finds any, she attempts to rip it out and take it or a similar object as long as she thinks it won't kill her.

"Huh so this is the type of work we do dangerous how exhilarating...wait did they mention how much we get paid for this?

I forgot oh no matter, there be money to make I'm sure things to bash and a good time. I still miss the farm was wonderful, damn I heard of corporate goons but damn corporate fanatics I...feel my time here will be interesting and hopefully profitable."

From my experience of 2 missions, we get paid varying amounts based on things we did. Like I was paid a bit more in the first mission for being resourceful and helping fix an elevator. Payment isn’t discussed up front, but survivors will get paid. You mentioned a farm? What kind of things did you do on the farm?

Leslies is simply put standing up straight as a board, with a sickeningly saccharine smile, the corporate drone, dear Leslie lets a small flush cross her face, accepting a syringe, just a bit clumsily, gracelessly. Before turning towards the youngling, towards Tara with a nod of the head, hair swaying about, it certainly seemed as if she was happy to see them! Happy to know that one of Omnitechs youngest was still alive and kicking, serving as a true inspiration to them all, of how child labor laws were pointless and unneeded.

Her lips move, barely breaking the somewhat perhaps unnerving almost slasher-Esque cheery smile, to reveal an old voice that hasn't changed a bit, from the bubbly way too cheerful voice she's always had!

"Beloved Omnitech employee Tara! Our youngest little go-getter! It's been a few standard Omnitech cycles indeed! I've been servicing my betters, helping increase company productivity, the like. It's truly wonderful to see today's youth employed at so tender an age.

Would you perhaps like to as all the kids say, hang out at an Omnitech approved location, to improve and create company bonds together, whether through intoxicating beverages or otherwise?

I think it'd be swell~"

Glad you’re so happy to be here. It’s very dangerous, dealing with Mr. Controller. He can control people who perceive him in any way.

[King Zultan]

"Sorry about fucking up and putting your limbs back in the wrong place."
Have my gun at the ready and follow the rest of the group into the next section.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Billy Bob
Physical Description: One ugly looking bastard.
Background: A hobo that stopped being homeless and got a job.
Class: Combat Engineer
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Personal Sidearm

Sight: Nothing
Smell: Nothing
Hearing: Nothing
Taste: Nothing
Touch: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit

Stats:
 Strength: d6
 Dexterity: d6
 Speed: d4
 Endurance: d4
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d6
 Fate: d6

Skills:
 Melee: d4
 Guns: d6
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d8
 Technology: d4
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: FINE
Inventory:
 OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x5
Money: 0

[Leodanny]

Onward! To the next sector or something!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 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 or d8 tentacle
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d4
Will:d6
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d12
Skills:
Melee:d4
Guns:d8
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Occult: d10
Status: probably maybe a little insane.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
Tentacle thing
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
3 frag grenades
Blindfold
Earbud
Cologne
Cognition copier
Money: 276
Sight:blindfold
Smell:cologne blocking it
Hearing:earbuds
Taste:nope
OMNITECH Concealed Antibio razor
2. Nutrient Paste x10
3.OMNITECH Foam mine  x2
4. OMNITECH Micromissile Marker
5. OMNITECH Voice manipulator
6. OMNITECH military grade laserWill’s got it

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Leslies is simply put standing up straight as a board, with a sickeningly saccharine smile, the corporate drone, dear Leslie lets a small flush cross her face, accepting a syringe, just a bit clumsily, gracelessly. Before turning towards the youngling, towards Tara with a nod of the head, hair swaying about, it certainly seemed as if she was happy to see them! Happy to know that one of Omnitechs youngest was still alive and kicking, serving as a true inspiration to them all, of how child labor laws were pointless and unneeded.

Her lips move, barely breaking the somewhat perhaps unnerving almost slasher-Esque cheery smile, to reveal an old voice that hasn't changed a bit, from the bubbly way too cheerful voice she's always had!

"Beloved Omnitech employee Tara! Our youngest little go-getter! It's been a few standard Omnitech cycles indeed! I've been servicing my betters, helping increase company productivity, the like. It's truly wonderful to see today's youth employed at so tender an age.

Would you perhaps like to as all the kids say, hang out at an Omnitech approved location, to improve and create company bonds together, whether through intoxicating beverages or otherwise?

I think it'd be swell~"

Glad you’re so happy to be here. It’s very dangerous, dealing with Mr. Controller. He can control people who perceive him in any way.

Spoiler: I love you Omnitech! (click to show/hide)

Name:Leslie Omnitech©
Physical Description:

Miss Omnitech stands at a rather tall 6ft0, with brown eyes and light autumn hair. Her skin is a light white and overall she certainly exudes a friendly appearance, when not wearing the signature jumpsuit and boots and gloves of the public relations department of course!

Background:Leslie was orphaned at a tender young age. Due to an omnitech facility in a "completely unforeseeable accident." Finding the local community had a distinct lack of parents after the completely unforeseeable and not at all completely intentional accident. Leslie grew up given the surname Omnitech©, fed propaganda her whole life, her memories of the incident wiped by mental trauma, otherwise known as The Memory Eradicator. That left her a thoroughly unintelligent and firm loyalist of Omnitech!

Her minuscule brain groomed from a young age, Leslie truly believes that Omnitech is the best corporation, nay the best sovereign entity in the world, and is ready to fight tooth and nail, whether through contracts and verbal negotiations or her more preferred method, physical and ballistic negotiations!

"Hail Omnitech!"

Life:D4, her jumpsuit while very "businessy", doesn't provide any real protection~
Attack:D4 OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon, she thinks it's wicked awesome!

Sight: Blindfold on once she enters the room!
Smell: Nothing
Hearing: Nothing
Taste: Nothing
Touch: Executive Jumpsuit!

Stats:
Strength:D8, Surprisingly strong, perhaps offputtingly so.
Dexterity:D4, A bit of a klutz.
Speed:D4, Her lack of intellect shows in her reactions just as well.
Endurance:D4, Tires easily it seems, a frequenter of colds.
Will: D6, Omnitech gives her strength, hones what tiny intellect she possesses.
Knowledge:D4,High school degree obviously forged.
Fate:D6,Still alive, but still employed at Omnitech.

Skills:
Melee:D6, Likes to pistolwhip people, sometimes likes to punch people who insult omnitech, her surprisingly considerable strength helps with this.
Guns:D6, Has some practice in, several janitorial staff terminated from said practice.
Explosives:D4, Pulled grenade pin once, told a small child to catch, still doesn't understand why they blew up.
Implants:D4, Never touched em, hopes to one day!
Mechanics:D4, Tried to fix local radio, mechanics couldn't figure out how she broke it so badly.
Technology:D4, She...shes got this, totally!
Medical:D4, "Bandages go inside the wound right?"
Occult:D4, "What's an occult?"
Speech:D6, "Why hello! It's great to meet you, I'm Leslie, I've heard you have some problems with Omnitech? Heres how you're mistaken!"

Status:Fit as a fiddle! A Clueless moron and lifelong lover of Omnitech!
Inventory: 

Executive Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon (d4 ranged attack) x3 magazines (use die 4) (Silent)

OMNITECH Memory Eradicator

OMNITECH Contract Notebook

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Money:Just pocket lint.

Leslie's posture faintly slackens, an eyebrow gently raises, a frown flickering across, her tone cheery, but...almost faintly scolding, the pitter-patter of boots growing a bit louder and the grip of black gloves around their weapon just a bit tighter, a glint in brown eyes, as shoulders roll in a jumpsuit masquerading as something proffessional.

"Beloved Omnitech© employee Tara. Do you doubt my ability to listen and consume information that comes in a standard Omnitech© briefing? I am fully aware of the threat this asset of the company is meant to provide and it's refusal to abide.

The Asset known as Mr.Friend shall be seized and brought back to their rightful place and used properly in conjunction with whatever Omnitechs needs are. Despite it's...disrespectful nature shown to Omnitech personnel."

A detached steelyness in the tall drones face as it stares down at something it sees as just potential, as a lifelong new worker, eyes soften and that cheery smile drifts back across.

"Beloved Omnitech© employee Tara, I hope we will be good friends."

[MemesItIs]

From my experience of 2 missions, we get paid varying amounts based on things we did. Like I was paid a bit more in the first mission for being resourceful and helping fix an elevator. Payment isn’t discussed up front, but survivors will get paid. You mentioned a farm? What kind of things did you do on the farm?

Spoiler: Helene Hestia (click to show/hide)

Name:Helene Hestia
Physical Description:

• 6.2 feet tall.
• Red hair, mowhawk
• Ginger, freckles very prominent.
• Brown eyes.
• Atheletic, toned build.

Background:After a rather unfortunate portal opening incident, she was fired from her previous occupation as a farmhand. A fact she deeply resents, so what if it was one demon summoning! After job-searching and no one wanting to hire her, quite unfairly, she applied to become an Occult Materials and Information management officer. Considering her previous experience and her expendability to Omnitech, she seemed perfect for the job!

May be related to several missing persons cases, investigation inconclusive.

Life:D4,
Attack:D4

Sight:Nothing
Smell:Nothing
Hearing:Nothing
Taste:Nothing
Touch:OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

Stats:
Strength:D6, Real good at hitting things, a talent picked up beating up tresspassers on occasion at the farm.
Dexterity:D4,
Speed:D4,
Endurance:D4,
Will: D6,
Knowledge:D4,
Fate:D8, lucky did not die from demon fortune favors the bold

Skills:
Melee:D6, see strength score, often beats with shovel as preffered asswhoopin tool
Guns:D4,
Explosives:D4,
Implants:D4,
Mechanics:D6,
Technology:D4,
Medical:D4,
Occult:D6,summoned demon enough said
Speech:D4,

Status:Fine/Alive/Not yet gibblets.
Still has no soul doh.
Inventory: 

OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)

OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5

OMNITECH Null-Rod

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Money:BROKE!

Helene sounds absolutely over joyed, her face lights up & she is litterly shaking with excitment

"Well it was potatos plus livestock, it's was a huge farm and what I did wel-I fixed things and I helped with the harvest you know farmwork, oh glorious farmwork. It was the life also good place to bury bodys though I would not know that from experienc-flesh makes great fertilizer and ashes from bones. Helps to-I loved the farm, I still love the farm I hope ommnitech is at least half as fun. Oh yeah, I also did the butchery, my favourite part of my job."

One gets the distinct feeling, this person doesn't speak the best english.

[The Canadian kitten]

Spoiler: Gabe Toots (click to show/hide)

Name: Gabe Toots
Physical Description: Tall East Asian man with a stubble. Black hair with brown eyes, also wear glasses (basically a clone of the first Gabe in appearance)
Background: He going to be the mook that fills out the team and add firepower but, will most likely to die before the mission ends
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle (3 mags d6) (Currently lost) and d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: 1d6
Dexterity: 1d6
Speed: 1d4
Endurance: 1d6
Will: 1d4
Knowledge: 1d4
Fate: 1d4
Skills:
Melee: 1d8
Guns: 1d8
Explosives: 1d4
Implants: 1d4
Mechanics: 1d4
Technology: 1d4
Medical: 1d4
Occult: 1d4
Speech: 1d4
Status:
Inventory: OMNITECH electrical behaviour modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Rusty signpost
Money: 0
Sight: An actual blindfold!
Hearing: TTS earplugs
Touch: none
Smell: none
Taste: none
I guess I lived longer than last time!

Onward to the next sector! Also, try to eat the zip tie if I have one.

[Ozarck]

Spawn in. wherever seems like interesting. Bite something. I don't care what.

Spoiler: Can We Fix It? (click to show/hide)

Name: Bob the Biter
Physical Description: Your basic primal swamp dinosaur. With a yellow hard hat.
Background: Who knows? The Company discovered that he has a knack for fixing ... things, and he hasn't eaten anyone important enough to care about yet. Somehow, some joker from the sanitation department got him on the payroll. He was there for quite a while before the beaurocrats found out and moved him to the engineering payroll.

Life: d4
Attack: d4 (Bite)

Stats:
Strength: d4 (d10)
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6 (d10)
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4


Status: Bitey
Inventory:OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit. Shredded bits of this are found in various points around Al's body.
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die) strapped to the end of his tail 
OMNITECH Tool kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a repair or modify roll) strapped in a harness around his torso
Box of 5 high visibility flares. Ironically, tehse are very inconspicuously stored, somewhere.
Money: 0

[syvarris]

I didn't realize Ji gave Wil her rifle, but sure, she can have it back.  As long as it isn't Wil's.

Before I forget, loot that guy who had his circulatory system punched out.  It was just a pistol, toolbox, and some flares.  Then drop the corpse and follow along with the group.  Continue to shoot anything suspicious, continue to mutter about torturing Derp.  Maybe by injecting things into his long bones?

...Mentally debate whether or not the corporate drone that appeared suddenly might be compromised.  If so, emergency cranial lead supplements might need to be administered.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilfred Seven
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, Wil 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.
Class: Senior Xeno-Ambassador (+150 omni per mission)

Life: d6 Riot suit.
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, d4 secubaton melee

Stats:

Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d6
End d4
Wil d8
Kno d4
Fte d4

Skills:

Mel d6
Gun d12
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d10
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4

Status:

Inventory:
Advanced Cleaning Apparatus (4d4 ranged attack) and 3 magazines (d6,d6,d6) (Left at home)
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 10 magazines (d8 (loaded), d8*9, d4, d0*3 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Reasonable pair of Handcuffs

Toby's Military-grade laser (d6 ranged attack, chargable up to d20) with one depleted battery.
Maybe looted from Burt:
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x4
 tiny mug with a flower on the side
 A dwarf bobblehead

Cognition Copier (equipped)

Cat-sized woodlouse named "Rolly-Polly" (Left at home)

Money: -303, owed to loan shark.

Helpful (?) things done on mission:
Shot up some screens and a speaker in the server room.  And probably a bunch of other rooms.
Killed a bunch of thralls who were assaulting teammates.
Maybe helped finish off the psychic that ambushed the team.
Reactivated Sector Q's power, then locked all the exits just before realizing Q's Hell Portal was left active, just without power.
Shot some of the demons that were released in sector Q.
Melted a giant statue of the company founder that was being telekinetically flung at the team, before it could even kill anyone!  Will leave out who the statue depicted when he reports this.

Code: [Select]

Sight: Functioning (blindfold readied)
Smell: Nose plugs.
Hearing: Pathos' text-to-speech earplugs
Taste: Cutting out one's tongue seems like too much.  How are we gonna taste him without touching him, anyway?
Touch: Riot armor

[Naturegirl1999]

Leslie's posture faintly slackens, an eyebrow gently raises, a frown flickering across, her tone cheery, but...almost faintly scolding, the pitter-patter of boots growing a bit louder and the grip of black gloves around their weapon just a bit tighter, a glint in brown eyes, as shoulders roll in a jumpsuit masquerading as something proffessional.

"Beloved Omnitech© employee Tara. Do you doubt my ability to listen and consume information that comes in a standard Omnitech© briefing? I am fully aware of the threat this asset of the company is meant to provide and it's refusal to abide.

The Asset known as Mr.Friend shall be seized and brought back to their rightful place and used properly in conjunction with whatever Omnitechs needs are. Despite it's...disrespectful nature shown to Omnitech personnel."

A detached steelyness in the tall drones face as it stares down at something it sees as just potential, as a lifelong new worker, eyes soften and that cheery smile drifts back across.

"Beloved Omnitech© employee Tara, I hope we will be good friends."

I'm sure we will be friends, so long as we remain in control of our bodies

Helene sounds absolutely over joyed, her face lights up & she is litterly shaking with excitment

"Well it was potatos plus livestock, it's was a huge farm and what I did wel-I fixed things and I helped with the harvest you know farmwork, oh glorious farmwork. It was the life also good place to bury bodys though I would not know that from experienc-flesh makes great fertilizer and ashes from bones. Helps to-I loved the farm, I still love the farm I hope ommnitech is at least half as fun. Oh yeah, I also did the butchery, my favourite part of my job."

One gets the distinct feeling, this person doesn't speak the best english.

Oh, butchery, interesting. Part of fixing the elevator was having to use stomach acid to dissolve the corpse in the elevator gears. It's not butchery but it is dealing with carcasses. After this mission, you could buy axes or knives. Onto sector Q, I think?

[Pancaek]

Use maggot demon to check how manifesting a layer of armour over my squishy parts would work.
Also follow Yagyu.

Spoiler: Richter (click to show/hide)

Class: Cultist

Name: Richter
Physical Description: Your average 30-something millenial geek. Unkempt, looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Hair's a mess, eyes are bloodshot and red.
Background: Used to work in a fast food restaurant, until he dropped a box of fries on the floor and they fell into an eldritch pattern. Since then, he's convinced that some dark force is out to get him. Has recurring dreams about drowning in a vast sea of purple, running from a two headed snake through a sea of yoghurt, and something very faint about a sheep. Blinks with one eye at a time so as to minimize the time with his eyes closed.
Life: d4.
Attack: d4 (pistol)

Stats
Strength: d4
Dexterity:  d4
Speed:  d4
Endurance: d6
Will:  d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate:  d6

Skills
Melee:  d4
Guns:  d4
Explosives: d4
Implants:  d8
Mechanics:  d4
Technology: d4
Medical:  d4
Occult:  d8


Status:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
OMNITECH Transient Psychokinetic stimulant (single use. When used, roll occult. Roll is equal to number of turns it will function. Allows direct ranged and melee attack with Will as damage. Roll occult afterwards for side effects)
Demon Symbiote thing: Crocodemon d12, Teeth Elemental d12, Icon of Butchery d4, maggot demon d8
Money:  0

[/b]

[piecewise]

"Well done gang, that should hold them for a while. Now, let's get out of this godforsaken sector. Oh, and Ji, nice to have you back in one pie-... Well, nice to have you back."

To the next sector! Close the door behind us just in case so no demons can follow us (don't weld it, just regular closing). Make sure to walk in a wide arc around the stranded monster fish, just in case they have some fight left in them.

If I get a chance, try to craft that signal jammer I collected the parts for before, use a toolkit charge. Do not yet enable it so paris can have his bants.

5. Considered building a wall plug for a military laser. Calculated charge times as somewhere in the "several months" range and decided instead to investigate alternative fuels; an adaptor is a more likely solution.

To build this adaptor, what would we need to scavenge? And where could we find these parts? (assume we'd use a toolkit charge to try and build it)

Spoiler: Yagyu d'Aubigny (click to show/hide)

MOOK MAP CLICK HERE

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: d8

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: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4

Sight: reduced refresh rate
Smell: no smell
Hearing: text to speech
Taste: no taste (hah!)
Touch: no touch beyond what's needed to stay upright I suppose


Status: partially caved in metal head and malfunctioning  arm

Inventory:
Modified goop thrower. Has 2 firing modes. Does no damage: if successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack. Some targets immune. d8 use die
   Standard [not in use]: d4 attack, regular use die usage.
   OVERDRIVE [currently selected]: higher attack at the cost of increased use die usage. For every more powerful use, use die is rolled at disadvantage.
   Current overdrive: d8
   current goop tank: d8/d8 use die

2 spare goop tanks (all full)
1 empty goop tank
a few mining explosives (1 used for killing the psychic)
Cutting/welding torch
1 unit of useful metal bits
Toolkit (3/3 charges)
computing cube
a large spool of synthetic cable
environment scanner
syringe with a bit of mystery fluid
full syringes with viruses
2x earpiece of thrall
bodyparts, enough for full body (to be collected at the end of the mission)
signal jammer parts
syringe with tranquilizer

cognition copier
Money: 945


Elen's stuff:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (1 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
5 gallon container of extremely flammable fuel, currently has 4 gallons
4 gallon container of water
Lighter => maybe destroyed?
OMNITECH Cognition Copier
Blindfold
OMNITECH Mental Purgant
Money: 200

Burt's stuff
 blindfold
 ear plugs
 Silly trashcan helmet
 Pathos' text-to-speed earbuds
 OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (2 / 3)
 High visibility flares x4
 tiny mug with a flower on the side
 A dwarf bobblehead
Money: 6

Anya's stuff
OMNITECH red jumpsuit
Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged)
GPS magazine ×3 (d4)
Omnitech Tool kit (2/3)
High visibility flares ×5
monkey wrench (d4)
Cognition copier
Glowspray paint
Earplugs (upgraded with TTS)
Blindfold
Noseplugs
Box O'socks
Box O'tacks
Bunch O'smart drugs
Pneumatic Cable Cutter
Money: 89

[5]Yagyu creates his signal jammer out of various garbage! Good for him.
[1] He considers what he would need to create the power adapter. Hmmm. Gallon of milk, loaf of bread, dozen eggs...

@Yagyu: "Note that the signal jammer will only disable micromanagement of enemy units in its radius. Our opponent can still send vague directions to his thralls even without a direct line of communication. Before activating the jammer, would you be willing to attempt to triangulate his position? Though he has shown no indication of lying so far, it is best to be certain we are going the right way. Just because he is a psychopath and a narcissist who thinks he is so much better than us, it doesn't mean he'll keep his word."

Speak to the guy we're supposed to capture some more.
"We are approaching your sector now. Assuming you were truthful in your statement. Will you honor your word and return with us without trouble should we reach you? If not, perhaps you would be open to the discussion of... alternatives?"

Do we have the equipment necessary to track him down based on his transmissions? Just to make sure he is where he says he is. Maybe with a computing cube? Or would we need to find/build specialized tracking equipment?

Spoiler: Pathos: Senior Tech Officer (click to show/hide)

Name: Pathos
Physical Description: A Chihuahua-sized robotic spider. It's entirely mechanical but has a very organic design to it. The mechanics are hidden inside an smooth exoskeleton of metal painted with a matte thin rubber that hides the joints and insulates it. Essentially imagine a giant tarantula but apparently made of hard rubber, a camera instead of a head, and mechanical manipulators instead of mandibles.  It is painted a very dark grey, almost black, blending with the shadows.
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 Tech Officer (+200 OMNI per mission, built in computing cube)
Lead Demolitions Tech (+150 OMNI per mission, repairs will be deducted from paycheck)


Life: d4: Chihuahua-sized robospider
Attack: d4: Needle gun

Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d8
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4

Status: *excited spider noises*

Sight: 0.2 FPS
Smell: N/A is robot
Hearing: Speech-to-text-to-speech
Taste: N/A is robot
Touch: N/A is robot
Extra: Motion Sensor, Limited Omniscience

Inventory:
Universal connector (embedded in body)
Computing cube (embedded in rank)
    -Text-to-speech earplug control
OMNITECH Thermite cutting charge (3d10 damage but concentrated, no splash, single use. Cuts through metal)
Glowspray paint
OMNITECH Motion sensor
OMNITECH “Limited Omniscience” Sensor
Power cord

Money: 475

[11]
Pathos checks the origin of the transmissions. It seems to be coming from where Mr.Friend says he is, at least as close as is possible to tell.

Code: [Select]

I am a man of my word. Though you interest me as to your alternative; what is it you purpose?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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 d3 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target. multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
OMNITECH “Porcelain” Ceramic knife(d6, breaks on 1)
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d8
Status: a few cuts, holding breath underwater
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector, OMNITECH “Porcelain” Ceramic knife(d6, breaks on 1), Earplugs, Cognition Copier, a plate of barbecue ribs
Money: 347 OMNI
Sight:blindfold
Smell: Isolation Suit
Hearing: Earplugs
Taste: Isolation Suit
Touch: Human Flesh Gloves, Isolation Suit

Follow Yagyu to the sector
Tara noticed one recruit she’s seen before, and one new one
Hi Leslie, it’s been a while. Hi to the new ones too. My name’s Tara
She turns to the guy who helped her
Thank you for helping heal Ji, I don’t think I got your name. If we find any corpses, I might be able to make blindfolds for you
She then puts on her blindfold for the new sector

Spoiler: I love you Omnitech! (click to show/hide)

Name:Leslie Omnitech©
Physical Description:

Miss Omnitech stands at a rather tall 6ft0, with brown eyes and light autumn hair. Her skin is a light white and overall she certainly exudes a friendly appearance, when not wearing the signature jumpsuit and boots and gloves of the public relations department of course!

Background:Leslie was orphaned at a tender young age. Due to an omnitech facility in a "completely unforeseeable accident." Finding the local community had a distinct lack of parents after the completely unforeseeable and not at all completely intentional accident. Leslie grew up given the surname Omnitech©, fed propaganda her whole life, her memories of the incident wiped by mental trauma, otherwise known as The Memory Eradicator. That left her a thoroughly unintelligent and firm loyalist of Omnitech!

Her minuscule brain groomed from a young age, Leslie truly believes that Omnitech is the best corporation, nay the best sovereign entity in the world, and is ready to fight tooth and nail, whether through contracts and verbal negotiations or her more preferred method, physical and ballistic negotiations!

"Hail Omnitech!"

Life:D4, her jumpsuit while very "businessy", doesn't provide any real protection~
Attack:D4 OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon, she thinks it's wicked awesome!

Sight: Blindfold on once she enters the room!
Smell: Nothing
Hearing: Nothing
Taste: Nothing
Touch: Executive Jumpsuit!

Stats:
Strength:D8, Surprisingly strong, perhaps offputtingly so.
Dexterity:D4, A bit of a klutz.
Speed:D4, Her lack of intellect shows in her reactions just as well.
Endurance:D4, Tires easily it seems, a frequenter of colds.
Will: D6, Omnitech gives her strength, hones what tiny intellect she possesses.
Knowledge:D4,High school degree obviously forged.
Fate:D6,Still alive, but still employed at Omnitech.

Skills:
Melee:D6, Likes to pistolwhip people, sometimes likes to punch people who insult omnitech, her surprisingly considerable strength helps with this.
Guns:D6, Has some practice in, several janitorial staff terminated from said practice.
Explosives:D4, Pulled grenade pin once, told a small child to catch, still doesn't understand why they blew up.
Implants:D4, Never touched em, hopes to one day!
Mechanics:D4, Tried to fix local radio, mechanics couldn't figure out how she broke it so badly.
Technology:D4, She...shes got this, totally!
Medical:D4, "Bandages go inside the wound right?"
Occult:D4, "What's an occult?"
Speech:D6, "Why hello! It's great to meet you, I'm Leslie, I've heard you have some problems with Omnitech? Heres how you're mistaken!"

Status:Fit as a fiddle! A Clueless moron and lifelong lover of Omnitech!
Inventory: 

Executive Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon (d4 ranged attack) x3 magazines (use die 4) (Silent)

OMNITECH Memory Eradicator

OMNITECH Contract Notebook

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Money:Just pocket lint.

Leslies is simply put standing up straight as a board, with a sickeningly saccharine smile, the corporate drone, dear Leslie lets a small flush cross her face, accepting a syringe, just a bit clumsily, gracelessly. Before turning towards the youngling, towards Tara with a nod of the head, hair swaying about, it certainly seemed as if she was happy to see them! Happy to know that one of Omnitechs youngest was still alive and kicking, serving as a true inspiration to them all, of how child labor laws were pointless and unneeded.

Her lips move, barely breaking the somewhat perhaps unnerving almost slasher-Esque cheery smile, to reveal an old voice that hasn't changed a bit, from the bubbly way too cheerful voice she's always had!

"Beloved Omnitech employee Tara! Our youngest little go-getter! It's been a few standard Omnitech cycles indeed! I've been servicing my betters, helping increase company productivity, the like. It's truly wonderful to see today's youth employed at so tender an age.

Would you perhaps like to as all the kids say, hang out at an Omnitech approved location, to improve and create company bonds together, whether through intoxicating beverages or otherwise?

I think it'd be swell~"

Leslie will generally follow along, trying to fill out paperwork, she'll make sure to keep her gun handy and when they enter the room, put her computer away to indeed put on her blindfold, she'll make sure to steal some earplugs off a corpse/hopefully get some from teammate's who are good people if none on corpses and put them in as well, steal some organs off said corpses if easily done.

((And it feels good to be back))

We shall assume that Yagyu gives Leslie a pair of earplugs. Mostly because if he doesn't she'll probably stuff organs in her ears or something similar and that might sent a very dangerous precedent about the use of company property for personal reasons.

[2] Leslie attempts to repossess company property in the form of the organs of currently deceased employees. However, her lack of suitable tools...and knowledge...and time mean that the best she can do is grab a chunk of exposed circulatory system and pop it like a water balloon. She jogs after Yagyu, wiping gore from her hands as she does.

Spoiler: Helene Hestia (click to show/hide)

Name:Helene Hestia
Physical Description:

• 6.2 feet tall.
• Red hair, mowhawk
• Ginger, freckles very prominent.
• Brown eyes.
• Atheletic, toned build.

Background:After a rather unfortunate portal opening incident, she was fired from her previous occupation as a farmhand. A fact she deeply resents, so what if it was one demon summoning! After job-searching and no one wanting to hire her, quite unfairly, she applied to become an Occult Materials and Information management officer. Considering her previous experience and her expendability to Omnitech, she seemed perfect for the job!

May be related to several missing persons cases, investigation inconclusive.

Life:D4,
Attack:D4

Sight:Nothing
Smell:Nothing
Hearing:Nothing
Taste:Nothing
Touch:OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

Stats:
Strength:D6, Real good at hitting things, a talent picked up beating up tresspassers on occasion at the farm.
Dexterity:D4,
Speed:D4,
Endurance:D4,
Will: D6,
Knowledge:D4,
Fate:D8, lucky did not die from demon fortune favors the bold

Skills:
Melee:D6, see strength score, often beats with shovel as preffered asswhoopin tool
Guns:D4,
Explosives:D4,
Implants:D4,
Mechanics:D6,
Technology:D4,
Medical:D4,
Occult:D6,summoned demon enough said
Speech:D4,

Status:Fine/Alive/Not yet gibblets.
Still has no soul doh.
Inventory: 

OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)

OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5

OMNITECH Null-Rod

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Money:BROKE!

Helene is talking as if she where a complete loon on drugs for all we know she very well might be thought she did pass a drug test maybe she is just unstable, she sounds way too enthusiastic about the concept of hitting things, she is smiling eyes darting around the room looking at her new fellow help, with her hand holding a null rod in her twitching palm.

Helene examines her syringe and the waifu bot Ji and covers her eyes when she enters a new room gun at the ready, she looks for pipes if she finds any, she attempts to rip it out and take it or a similar object as long as she thinks it won't kill her.

"Huh so this is the type of work we do dangerous how exhilarating...wait did they mention how much we get paid for this?

I forgot oh no matter, there be money to make I'm sure things to bash and a good time. I still miss the farm was wonderful, damn I heard of corporate goons but damn corporate fanatics I...feel my time here will be interesting and hopefully profitable."

Helene examines her syringe. It is...a syringe. It is a small plastic tube with plunger that is used to inject whatever substance is in here into someone. Likely against their will. She has been told it is a tranquilizer. She reflects on the fact that a bullet to the head is also a tranquilizer, of sorts.

[6] She comes across a metal conduit piece that works for her definition of "Pipe". Its about 2 feet long and made of what seems to be tin? Shiny silver metal, like so many others.

Welp, it could be worse.

Pass out zip ties to everyone, get my rifle back from Wilfred, and proceed forward with the rest of the team.

EDIT- It was actually Yagyu who borrowed the rifle, I think.

Spoiler: Ji (click to show/hide)

Name: Ji Fuchikoma
Physical Description:

A Short, Athletic, and Absolutely Stacked Girl, who has an uncanny resemblance to an anime character. She has pale freckled skin and, fiery red hair, and large ember green eyes. She as a pair of fox ears and a fox tail.
She is a Waifu-Bot based on a player avatar from the Waifu Assassins Guild series.

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:

Once known as Woldo, a gamer who replaced his physical body with a android based on his famous video game avatar.

 Stuart. 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: d4 sidearm x2mags

(Loaned out)d6 Generic Security Rifle/Baton

Ammo:
Rifle (use d6)(3 magazines)
2 pistol mags (use d4)

Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6

Skills:
Melee: d12
Guns: d12
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4

Status: Right arm and both legs are arms, left arm is a leg.
Sight: 0.2 FPS
Smell:Deactivated-Robot
Hearing:Deactivated-Robot
Taste:Deactivated-Robot
Touch:Germ Suit

Inventory:
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Brain Backup
Toot’s shock control
Tranquilizer syringe
Germ suit
Large Zip-ties
Cafeteria Gift card


Money: 67
-400 debt

Ji passes zipties out to everyone. She doesn't specifically state why...so who knows what everyone is gonna make of this weird hand foot robo-lady handing them packing supplies.

Spoiler: Gabe Toots (click to show/hide)

Name: Gabe Toots
Physical Description: Tall East Asian man with a stubble. Black hair with brown eyes, also wear glasses (basically a clone of the first Gabe in appearance)
Background: He going to be the mook that fills out the team and add firepower but, will most likely to die before the mission ends
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle (3 mags d6) (Currently lost) and d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: 1d6
Dexterity: 1d6
Speed: 1d4
Endurance: 1d6
Will: 1d4
Knowledge: 1d4
Fate: 1d4
Skills:
Melee: 1d8
Guns: 1d8
Explosives: 1d4
Implants: 1d4
Mechanics: 1d4
Technology: 1d4
Medical: 1d4
Occult: 1d4
Speech: 1d4
Status:
Inventory: OMNITECH electrical behaviour modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Rusty signpost
Money: 0
Sight: An actual blindfold!
Hearing: TTS earplugs
Touch: none
Smell: none
Taste: none
I guess I lived longer than last time!

Onward to the next sector! Also, try to eat the zip tie if I have one.

[1]...Gabe apparently takes the gift of a ziptie as some sort of invitation to dinner as he immediately attempts to eat it.  And immediately drops to the ground and starts turning blue as he chokes to death.

I didn't realize Ji gave Wil her rifle, but sure, she can have it back.  As long as it isn't Wil's.

Before I forget, loot that guy who had his circulatory system punched out.  It was just a pistol, toolbox, and some flares.  Then drop the corpse and follow along with the group.  Continue to shoot anything suspicious, continue to mutter about torturing Derp.  Maybe by injecting things into his long bones?

...Mentally debate whether or not the corporate drone that appeared suddenly might be compromised.  If so, emergency cranial lead supplements might need to be administered.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilfred Seven
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, Wil 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.
Class: Senior Xeno-Ambassador (+150 omni per mission)

Life: d6 Riot suit.
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, d4 secubaton melee

Stats:

Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d6
End d4
Wil d8
Kno d4
Fte d4

Skills:

Mel d6
Gun d12
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d10
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4

Status:

Inventory:
Advanced Cleaning Apparatus (4d4 ranged attack) and 3 magazines (d6,d6,d6) (Left at home)
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 10 magazines (d8 (loaded), d8*9, d4, d0*3 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Reasonable pair of Handcuffs

Toby's Military-grade laser (d6 ranged attack, chargable up to d20) with one depleted battery.
Maybe looted from Burt:
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x4
 tiny mug with a flower on the side
 A dwarf bobblehead

Cognition Copier (equipped)

Cat-sized woodlouse named "Rolly-Polly" (Left at home)

Money: -303, owed to loan shark.

Helpful (?) things done on mission:
Shot up some screens and a speaker in the server room.  And probably a bunch of other rooms.
Killed a bunch of thralls who were assaulting teammates.
Maybe helped finish off the psychic that ambushed the team.
Reactivated Sector Q's power, then locked all the exits just before realizing Q's Hell Portal was left active, just without power.
Shot some of the demons that were released in sector Q.
Melted a giant statue of the company founder that was being telekinetically flung at the team, before it could even kill anyone!  Will leave out who the statue depicted when he reports this.

Code: [Select]

Sight: Functioning (blindfold readied)
Smell: Nose plugs.
Hearing: Pathos' text-to-speech earplugs
Taste: Cutting out one's tongue seems like too much.  How are we gonna taste him without touching him, anyway?
Touch: Riot armor

Yagyu appears to have already looted that body, if memory serves. He seems to have deputized himself as the unofficial storage locker for all the stuff that corpses happen to drop.

[1] Wilfred, without warning, spins on his heel and shouts "DOPPLEGANGER!" at Leslie before opening fire on her for some reason. [10,2v4][1] (reduce use die). Leslie drops into a crouch as the rifle comes to bear and the rounds tear through the space where her head used to be.

"THIS IS GOING ON YOUR PERMANENT DISCIPLINARY RECORD!" She shouts, already typing away on her pad as she commando rolls into cover.

Use maggot demon to check how manifesting a layer of armour over my squishy parts would work.
Also follow Yagyu.

Spoiler: Richter (click to show/hide)

Class: Cultist

Name: Richter
Physical Description: Your average 30-something millenial geek. Unkempt, looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Hair's a mess, eyes are bloodshot and red.
Background: Used to work in a fast food restaurant, until he dropped a box of fries on the floor and they fell into an eldritch pattern. Since then, he's convinced that some dark force is out to get him. Has recurring dreams about drowning in a vast sea of purple, running from a two headed snake through a sea of yoghurt, and something very faint about a sheep. Blinks with one eye at a time so as to minimize the time with his eyes closed.
Life: d4.
Attack: d4 (pistol)

Stats
Strength: d4
Dexterity:  d4
Speed:  d4
Endurance: d6
Will:  d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate:  d6

Skills
Melee:  d4
Guns:  d4
Explosives: d4
Implants:  d8
Mechanics:  d4
Technology: d4
Medical:  d4
Occult:  d8


Status:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
OMNITECH Transient Psychokinetic stimulant (single use. When used, roll occult. Roll is equal to number of turns it will function. Allows direct ranged and melee attack with Will as damage. Roll occult afterwards for side effects)
Demon Symbiote thing: Crocodemon d12, Teeth Elemental d12, Icon of Butchery d4, maggot demon d8
Money:  0

[/b]

[reduce maggot to d6][7]
Richter succeeds on producing thick layers of rubbery maggot flesh over his body by layering the skin of the creature dozens of times and compressing it. It ends up with a consistancy like that of a tire. Its not exactly super great armor, but its definitely better than bare human skin.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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 d3 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target.multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
OMNITECH “Porcelain” Ceramic knife(d6, breaks on 1)
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d8
Status: a few cuts, holding breath underwater
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector, OMNITECH “Porcelain” Ceramic knife(d6, breaks on 1), Earplugs, Cognition Copier, plate of barbecue ribs, Tranquilizer syringe
Money: 347 OMNI
Sight:blindfold
Smell: Isolation Suit
Hearing:Earplugs
Taste:Isolation Suit
Touch:Human Flesh Gloves, Isolation Suit

Follow Yagyu to the sector
Tara noticed one recruit she’s seen before, and one new one
Hi Leslie, it’s been a while. Hi to the new ones too. My name’s Tara
She turns to the guy who helped her
Thank you for helping heal Ji, I don’t think I got your name. If we find any corpses, I might be able to make blindfolds for you
She then puts on her blindfold for the new sector

Kenneth prepares to repeat the maneuver he used to defeat the Founder as he enters the next sector, Kenneth will call it the Kenneth Underhanded Maneuver.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Kenneth
Physical Description: A 6'4 man always seen wearing his trusty OMNITECH riot guard helmet, no one knows what lies beneath it due to him using it for twenty-four hours, not even things like showering or cleaning off the accumulated blood from beating protestors property invaders and workers in the sweatshops facilities that are totally up to snuff will make him remove his trusty friend.

Background: Kenneth dreamed of being a tool for the establishment since he was in the womb, every day from dawn till dusk he would prepare himself by beating up his brother with jumper cables for not doing all chores, while in college he arrested his entire class for not standing up to the pledge, he even turned his father over to the McPolice for violating the NAP by stepping 0.6 centimeters into the property of the glorious Megacorp chain of restaurants.

Needless to say, he was pretty flipping happy as frick when he joined the heckish monster of a corporation known as Omnitech.

Life:d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/ d4 OMNITECH generic security baton

Stats:
Strength: d8
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d8
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4

Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4

Status: Heck Yeah!
Inventory:
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Sight: Nope
Hearing: Nada
Touch: none
Smell: none
Taste: none

"Sorry about fucking up and putting your limbs back in the wrong place."
Have my gun at the ready and follow the rest of the group into the next section.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Billy Bob
Physical Description: One ugly looking bastard.
Background: A hobo that stopped being homeless and got a job.
Class: Combat Engineer
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Personal Sidearm

Sight: Nothing
Smell: Nothing
Hearing: Nothing
Taste: Nothing
Touch: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit

Stats:
 Strength: d6
 Dexterity: d6
 Speed: d4
 Endurance: d4
 Will: d4
 Knowledge: d6
 Fate: d6

Skills:
 Melee: d4
 Guns: d6
 Explosives: d4
 Implants: d4
 Mechanics: d8
 Technology: d4
 Medical: d4
 Occult: d4
 Speech: d4

Status: FINE
Inventory:
 OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
 OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
 OMNITECH Tool kit (3 / 3)
 High visibility flares x5
Money: 0

Onward! To the next sector or something!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 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 or d8 tentacle
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d4
Will:d6
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d12
Skills:
Melee:d4
Guns:d8
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Occult: d10
Status: probably maybe a little insane.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
Tentacle thing
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
3 frag grenades
Blindfold
Earbud
Cologne
Cognition copier
Money: 276
Sight:blindfold
Smell:cologne blocking it
Hearing:earbuds
Taste:nope
OMNITECH Concealed Antibio razor
2. Nutrient Paste x10
3.OMNITECH Foam mine  x2
4. OMNITECH Micromissile Marker
5. OMNITECH Voice manipulator
6. OMNITECH military grade laserWill’s got it

Spawn in. wherever seems like interesting. Bite something. I don't care what.

Spoiler: Can We Fix It? (click to show/hide)

Name: Bob the Biter
Physical Description: Your basic primal swamp dinosaur. With a yellow hard hat.
Background: Who knows? The Company discovered that he has a knack for fixing ... things, and he hasn't eaten anyone important enough to care about yet. Somehow, some joker from the sanitation department got him on the payroll. He was there for quite a while before the beaurocrats found out and moved him to the engineering payroll.

Life: d4
Attack: d4 (Bite)

Stats:
Strength: d4 (d10)
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4

Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6 (d10)
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4


Status: Bitey
Inventory:OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit. Shredded bits of this are found in various points around Al's body.
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die) strapped to the end of his tail 
OMNITECH Tool kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a repair or modify roll) strapped in a harness around his torso
Box of 5 high visibility flares. Ironically, tehse are very inconspicuously stored, somewhere.
Money: 0

The venerable murderball rolls into the next section, presumably leaving behind the man choking to death on packing material and the two teammates attempting to murder each other because of paranoid delusions.  Immediately past the door is something that the murderball almost immediately opens fire on. Its an Aligator; not an uplifted humanoid aligator or something along those lines. Just an aligator. An aligator in the remains of a jump suit, wearing a name tag on his nose that signifies him as "Bob the Biter".  Someone has also helpfully attached a laminated note to his back explaining that this aligator is apparently a liscened mechanic and that his favorite food is raw chicken. Bob the Biter makes some sort of gutteral noise and starts slowly walking off into the sector. The murderball follows, somewhat confused.

This sector appears to have been some kind of aquatic research labratory. All the water that used to be filling it up came from giant tanks that have been smashed open and allowed to flow out into the rest of the sector. Everything is completely ruined, waterlogged and thrown about by the currents. The place is an absolute mess. They find 2 corpses, both of which seem to have drowned. They have the ear bud transmitters just like the others, but they've been ruined by the water.  There are a LOT of dead fish around here. Some still squirming.  None of them are familiar, most look like the sort of "Mother nature on acid" crap that you'd get from early earth. Cambrian explosion sort of stuff.  Judging by the tanks, they're also used to much higher pressures and colder temperatures. There's ice on the inside of the tanks and the cooling systems are still running, filling the entire sector with freezing currents of air, layers of frost, and fragments of ice. The water has almost entirely drained at this point, only remaining about ankle high were it was too low to drain into the previous sector.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Spoiler: I love you Omnitech! (click to show/hide)

Name:Leslie Omnitech©
Physical Description:

Miss Omnitech stands at a rather tall 6ft0, with brown eyes and light autumn hair. Her skin is a light white and overall she certainly exudes a friendly appearance, when not wearing the signature jumpsuit and boots and gloves of the public relations department of course!

Her hand is currently bloody and her jumpsuit smeared with blood!

Background:Leslie was orphaned at a tender young age. Due to an omnitech facility in a "completely unforeseeable accident." Finding the local community had a distinct lack of parents after the completely unforeseeable and not at all completely intentional accident. Leslie grew up given the surname Omnitech©, fed propaganda her whole life, her memories of the incident wiped by mental trauma, otherwise known as The Memory Eradicator. That left her a thoroughly unintelligent and firm loyalist of Omnitech!

Her minuscule brain groomed from a young age, Leslie truly believes that Omnitech is the best corporation, nay the best sovereign entity in the world, and is ready to fight tooth and nail, whether through contracts and verbal negotiations or her more preferred method, physical and ballistic negotiations!

"Hail Omnitech!"

Life:D4, her jumpsuit while very "businessy", doesn't provide any real protection~
Attack:D4 OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon, she thinks it's wicked awesome!

Sight: Blindfold on once she enters the room!
Smell: Nothing
Hearing: Nothing
Taste: Nothing
Touch: Executive Jumpsuit!

Stats:
Strength:D8, Surprisingly strong, perhaps offputtingly so.
Dexterity:D4, A bit of a klutz.
Speed:D4, Her lack of intellect shows in her reactions just as well.
Endurance:D4, Tires easily it seems, a frequenter of colds.
Will: D6, Omnitech gives her strength, hones what tiny intellect she possesses.
Knowledge:D4,High school degree obviously forged.
Fate:D6,Still alive, but still employed at Omnitech.

Skills:
Melee:D6, Likes to pistolwhip people, sometimes likes to punch people who insult omnitech, her surprisingly considerable strength helps with this.
Guns:D6, Has some practice in, several janitorial staff terminated from said practice.
Explosives:D4, Pulled grenade pin once, told a small child to catch, still doesn't understand why they blew up.
Implants:D4, Never touched em, hopes to one day!
Mechanics:D4, Tried to fix local radio, mechanics couldn't figure out how she broke it so badly.
Technology:D4, She...shes got this, totally!
Medical:D4, "Bandages go inside the wound right?"
Occult:D4, "What's an occult?"
Speech:D6, "Why hello! It's great to meet you, I'm Leslie, I've heard you have some problems with Omnitech? Heres how you're mistaken!"

Status:Fit as a fiddle! A Clueless moron and lifelong lover of Omnitech who's a bit covered in blood.
Inventory: 

Executive Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon (d4 ranged attack) x3 magazines (use die 4) (Silent)

OMNITECH Memory Eradicator

OMNITECH Contract Notebook

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Ziptie

Clump of circulotory system

Omnitech Earplugs

Money:Just pocket lint.

To Syvarris


Leslie's heart is hammering that of an Omnitech© lovers heart, pressed up against a classical Omnitech© brand wall. Faint beads of sweat gleaming on down, from such a daunting exercise, her three-piece "suit" crumpled and smothered in just a bit of the blood that had been all over one of her hands. That bloody hand messes with her collar, letting her throat take in just a bit of a deeper breath.

Finally, her voice comes forth, Leslie's voice is tense even if cheerful, a little bit of a stunned stammer to that voice.

"B-Beloved Omnitech employee, you are greatly mistaken! I can assure you that indeed, I have not been compromised by the Asset known as Mr.Friend. Leslie Omnitech©under legal guardianship of Omnitech© and faithful go-getter employee is your staunch ally currently and would indeed prefer not to use the patented OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon, which comes in many different colors on demand-different colors may not actually be available.

I hope this was just a misunderstanding, I would not want your record to be grievously stained by the death of an Omnitech Employee unnecessarily! Beyond the confines of your job as security of course."

[The Canadian kitten]

Make choking noises and gestures for help and regret my life choices.

Spoiler: Gabe Toots, fucking choking to death. (click to show/hide)

Name: Gabe Toots
Physical Description: Tall East Asian man with a stubble. Black hair with brown eyes, also wear glasses (basically a clone of the first Gabe in appearance)
Background: He going to be the mook that fills out the team and add firepower but, will most likely to die before the mission ends
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle (3 mags d6) (Currently lost) and d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: 1d6
Dexterity: 1d6
Speed: 1d4
Endurance: 1d6
Will: 1d4
Knowledge: 1d4
Fate: 1d4
Skills:
Melee: 1d8
Guns: 1d8
Explosives: 1d4
Implants: 1d4
Mechanics: 1d4
Technology: 1d4
Medical: 1d4
Occult: 1d4
Speech: 1d4
Status: Fucking choking to death
Inventory: OMNITECH electrical behaviour modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Rusty signpost
Money: 0
Sight: An actual blindfold!
Hearing: TTS earplugs
Touch: none
Smell: none
Taste: none
I guess I lived longer than last time!

[ANGRY_DEMON_NOISES]

"Kenneth does not trust the water, he has seen many horror movies and they tell him a bg thing will jump out and eat one of us. If only there was someone on Kenneth's team who has experience in water environments...BOB!" Kenneth exclaimed in sudden realization and approached Bob (The reptile one, not the lame one) "Bob, do you think the other Bob knows anything about swimming, Kenneth thinks he looks like a swimmer but he's not quite sure."

[MemesItIs]

Spoiler: Helene Hestia (click to show/hide)

Name:Helene Hestia
Physical Description:

• 6.2 feet tall.
• Red hair, mowhawk
• Ginger, freckles very prominent.
• Brown eyes.
• Atheletic, toned build.

Background:After a rather unfortunate portal opening incident, she was fired from her previous occupation as a farmhand. A fact she deeply resents, so what if it was one demon summoning! After job-searching and no one wanting to hire her, quite unfairly, she applied to become an Occult Materials and Information management officer. Considering her previous experience and her expendability to Omnitech, she seemed perfect for the job!

May be related to several missing persons cases, investigation inconclusive.

Life:D4,
Attack:D4

Sight:Nothing
Smell:Nothing
Hearing:Nothing
Taste:Nothing
Touch:OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

Stats:
Strength:D6, Real good at hitting things, a talent picked up beating up tresspassers on occasion at the farm.
Dexterity:D4,
Speed:D4,
Endurance:D4,
Will: D6,
Knowledge:D4,
Fate:D8, lucky did not die from demon fortune favors the bold

Skills:
Melee:D6, see strength score, often beats with shovel as preffered asswhoopin tool
Guns:D4,
Explosives:D4,
Implants:D4,
Mechanics:D6,
Technology:D4,
Medical:D4,
Occult:D6,summoned demon enough said
Speech:D4,

Status:Fine/Alive/Not yet gibblets.
Still has no soul doh.
Inventory: 

OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit

OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)

OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5

OMNITECH Null-Rod

Syringe with Tranqualizer

Blindfold

Ziptie

Money:BROKE!

"Seems pretty solid water pipes usually are, this will work wonders so what's with the alligator-wait you're a mechanic how are you a mechanic when you dont have thumbs or hands? Also, can you understand me, nod if yes."

Heleen seems to be both genuinely curious and outraged in equal measure regards to the alligator.

Helene attempts to rips the pipe out of the wall & double-checks the alligator's name tag.