"We'll see what we can do with that," the bundle of eels mentions in a disturbingly musical voice, like a chorus of little birds singing around a princess.
Try to find a map of the ship somewhere. Ideally for technical things, power lines and processing locations, but even a simple "crew quarters here, bathrooms there" would be handy.
Name: Sirirx
Species: Vetan
Description: An old-timey space suit filled with eternally writhing eels.
Preferred Gravity: High
Preferred atmosphere: Ammonia
Previous occupation: Marrow Farmer
Miscellaneous: These crewmates look kinda tasty...
(5) you don't find a map in the conference room, but you do find ancient lighted strips along the walls that direct people to various points of interest. Naturally, most of the strips are unlighted, covered in mold, or missing. Fun fact: you know the Ship is a long, fat cylinder, like a lumpy soda can. Gravity pulls everything outward toward the rounded hull, but not due to rotation. somethng about the central, stick shaped engine pushes gravity outward radially.
Your suit has (6) turns of beathable ammonia. this counts as one turn.
Name: Tamatoa
Species: Coconut Crab
Description: A large crab, bluish-purple in color in most places except his back, which is more of an orange...sorta plaid theme. Has two arms with pincers, five legs and one stump where the sixth leg used to be (although I don’t remember if crabs have six or eight legs normally), two swiveling eyestalks with more human-like eyes, and a mouth that also resembles that of a human
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen and water are both acceptable
Previous occupation: Hoarding
Miscellaneous: Loves all things SHINY and has no regard for any inner qualities.
Explore the ship, and put anything shiny I happen to come across on my back
(6) you wander off and find a large, sparkly crystal. you place it on your back securely. It makes a loud, crystally tingling sound. It is very heavy. You move on, slowly dragging yourself through the muck, slipping and sliding as you go.
Name: Rosomio
Species: Space Human
Description:He is a tall skinny human, around 6'5. His skin is gray and has a habit of slouching around. He is a timid fellow and always have a negative view on everything. His long hair is black and unkempt, and his eyes are droopy. He was born in a space station settlement that was once owned by the short lived Iberian Empire. Rosomio has a heavy Iberian accent, and has a monotone voice.
Preferred Gravity:Low
Preferred atmosphere:Oxygen
Previous occupation:Botanist
Miscellaneous:He's really good at sneaking around without people noticing him. He was also taught how to shoot a gun to defend against space raiders back home.
”sigh...I guess this is it for me. Always thought I’ll die in that old amada, but I guess this suits me well. Might as well see if there’s a bar around here“
.”
Explore the Ship in search of a bar or at least a canteen.
(1) you immediately get lost in the darkness. You step in something squishy. there are strange, chittering sounds nearby.
"Well I have no idea what that thing was on about, hope it wasn't important."
Start looking around the ship and try to avoid any weak spots in the floor.
Name: Dr. Bob
Species: Deerman
Description: Average looking for someone of his species.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: oxygen
Previous occupation: Geneticist
Miscellaneous: Would prefer not to be here.
(1) you also nearly immediately get lost in the darkness. Careful as yu are, you still manage to slip in the slime and fall through what is presumably a hole in the floor. There is an acrid smell in this area, like burning rubber.
Name: Crewbot
Species: Flying Sphere
Description: A sphere with wings that has an exoskeleton made of whatever it found to protect itself. Back on its home planet, it was part of a colony with a queen, soldiers, foragers, nurses and builders.
Preferred Gravity: Low
Preferred atmosphere: ammonia
Previous occupation: ForagersphereNonexistant, Queen Sphere is here
Miscellaneous: May have been brainwashed by the AI to think that the AI is the queen so that Crewbot would stop trying to put pieces of the ship onto its exoskeleton
Look for the speakers and try cleaning them somehow
(1) You find the speakers, but your fiddling muffles the sound, which quickly turns into the sound of choking and gagging before falling eerily silent. Your ammonia processor unit has (6) turns of function, including this one.
Wander off to see if I can find a plasma torch/thrower. Ships have those right?
(3) you think a ship of this size probably has at least one of those somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. Or engineering. You find markings along a wall that direct you in the general direction of engineering.
"Mrh! Koff koff!" Koff complained and coughed and gagged and shook his head.
Once he found an opening, he scampered out of the annoying room and went exploring, using his ears and nose to search for something to eat and/or stalk and/or play with.
Name: Mr. Koff (pronounced "cough")
Species: Cat
Description: An adult, slightly chubby, short-haired grey cat with green eyes. Has a hoarse, grouchy meow.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Oxygen
Previous occupation: Chief Mouser
Miscellaneous: Humans still take cats with them in their long voyages for company and pest control, though the pests they chase are somewhat more troublesome. This one stuck his head somewhere he wasn't supposed to and ended up here.
(3) you find the smells of one of humanity's oldest companions: mice. You don't locate any immediately, but you know the ship is at least 'alive' somewhat.
"Hello, fellow crew!" the bot says in a rather cheerful, synthesized voice, even as half of the crew are already leaving the room
"I am Unit 37, here to help you with all your cleaning, maintenance and ERROR, INSUFFICIENT USER PRIVILEGES problems! Just give me a holler if anything is awry!"
Check out the hologram emitter on this table. See if I can't clean or repair it a bit so that at least the sound comes through better.
Then go search for the cleaning and/or maintenance supply room on the ship. Try and find some tools and chemicals that will help clean up all these nasty stains and mold
Name: Sanitation And Maintenance Unit 37
Species: Roomba with extreme upgrades
Description: Unit 37 started out as a simple, circular roomba for the workspace of a certain scientist. Said scientist amused himself with upgrading unit 37 piece by piece, to enable it to take on more cleaning duties, and eventually general maintance as well. Now it looks like a bulky humanoid industrial frame, wearing a grey boilersuit with SANITATION in bold letters. It's only distinguising traits from your run of the mill industrial cleaning bot is that it has one flexible, extendible tentacle attached to the back (to clean those hard to reach spots) and that its head is a a recased Roomba with one big glowing camera for an eye. The tentacle has three gripper claws and an nozzle to dispense cleaning fluid.
Preferred Gravity: Medium
Preferred atmosphere: Anything non-corrosive (and clean)
Previous occupation: Maintenance and sanitation bot, Roomba (formerly)
Miscellaneous: Has somehow picked up a rather dainty apron somewhere that it has been wearing while on the ship. It's a dainty shade of light purple and says "Chortle, Cherish, Clean".
(3) the holographic emitters (the ones that are currently active, that is) are located in the ceiling above the table. You manage to smear a bit of the gunk away from them, revealing a third functioning emitter. You look again at the hologram and it resolves itself into a female humanoid form. she is clutching her throat and waving, eyes bugged out, mouth agape. She falls to her knees, two feet above the slanted surface of the table, and holds a hand out, pleadingly.
Life Support: UNKNOWN. Oxygen seems okayish, if a bit thin
Engines: UNKNOWN. presumed functional, as gravity works.
Gravity: currently functional. you stick to the floor, somehow.
Life Support: UNKNOWN
Navigation: UNKNOWN
Communications: UNKNOWN
Sensors: UNKNOWN
Weaponry: UNKNOWN
A.I: irritable. snarky. Currently choking to death?
Medical: UNKNOWN
crew quarters: UNKNOWN
Cargo: UNKNOWN
Captain: UNFILLED
Vice Captain: UNFILLED
First Officer: UNFILLED
Chief of Medicine: UNFILLED
Quartermaster: UNFILLED
Master Engineer: UNFILLED
Navigator: David Freeman - absent
Janitor: UNFILLED
Financial Officer: UNFILLED
Communications Officer: UNFILLED
Sensor Tech: UNFILLED
Other: UNSPECIFIED
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