This is the engineering section right? Why is there nothing here?
Go and try the kitchen next I guess.
(4) you stumble your way through the dark for a while until you discover a kitchenette, complete with microwave and mini-fridge. The sink is full of dirty dishes and roaches. The room is lit only by the small light mounted under the microwave.
this calls for celebration for preventing everything from being sucked out into the void! Zygomuc goes to find something organic to sink their mycelium into for nutrients and mass.
(3) you find some mold, some old insect chitin, and a suspicious glob of slime. The slime at least is edible, apparently.
Crewbot
Find a place with lots of chemicals, and mix some together hopefully producing ammonia
(2) You wander around for a while without a clue what you are looking for. You don't find it. After some blind flailing in the dark, you stumble back into the light, none the wiser., nor any more ammoniated than you were before. You wonder if there might be a better way. Surely these space vessels had contingencies for this kind of thing. if only there were someone who might know.
"Yes yes, nice protein factory. Not now, must find a way to avoid suffocation."
Pet the yowling butthole and try to find an engineering section or the like. If there's no formal place to pump ammonia into the vents, I'll have to make do with synthesizing or harvesting it from somewhere else in the ship.
Take kitty and its prize with me, of course.
Name: Sirirx
Species: Vetan
Turns of Ammonia Left: (3)
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...
(2) The path to engineering disappears into the darkness. After some blind flailing in the dark, you stumble back into the light, none the wiser., nor any more ammoniated than you were before. You wonder if there might be a better way. Surely these space vessels had contingencies for this kind of thing. if only there were someone who might know.
Knowledge check:
Rosomio growing up in a space station gives him a general knowledge on how a space station should work. Rosomio will try to identify which of the doors in around him leads to power generator and try to get the power up and running again.
(2) Rosomio knows that the power supply for the ship lies in it's complex gravitational drive system, and that if the power supply is off, the gravity also would be off, and everyone would be dead - not just on the ship, but in a 10,000 kilometer radius around the point of failure. Knowing this, Rosomio encounters a mystery: why, if the power is functional, are all the blasted lights out?
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.
”Ah, good, you’re talking now, shiny translucent projection. You might be somewhat happy to know that I have managed to get the navigation up and running. However, I have to admit I think this place is generally dull and nasty. Perhaps you have some knowledge of the issue?”
Speak with the hologram, indirectly asking for a task
"Navigation? Fantastic! Wonderful! Now we can finally sell all this cargo. We're dreadfully late. late indeed. But I am sure the nascent harvest worlds of the Omi cluster won't mind if our wares are a little on the dirty side. They need these to survive the colonization process, after all!"The A.I. beams at her brilliance, then blinks at you.
"What's this about dirt? Well, you can hardly blame me, now can you? I don't even have hands, How would I weild a mop?" (2) the A.I. seems to have missed your hint about a task.
"Oh god I'm gonna die here."
Try to find a way to ether unplug or turn off the smoking and sparking things.
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.
Inventory:
Phone
(6) You grab the panel covering the sparking wiring and are immediately blown across the hall into the other alcove, unconscious. You aren't aware ofit, but this apparently trips a breaker or blows a fuse and the whole workstation goes dark. Smoke still rises lazily, but it is dying out without a source.
Your alcove alights, however, fully and brightly, not that you can see that. Another hologram appears. this one is a lab coat wearing a stethoscope and carrying a very large hypodermic needle.
"Greetings. Please state the nature of your visit to the AID station. For your convenienecf while you wait, a nurse will be by momentarily to administer some hallucinogenics."Be the parrot-cat! Shoulder is the best place to perch. I'm sure that will upgrade the bundle of eels to the rank of captain.
However, if I do smell the scent of urine (i.e. ammonia), go investigate, especially if it is unnaturally strong. And meow for the eel thing to follow me. For it's scent to be that strong it must be some gigantic rat. ((Perhaps a bit flimsy justification, but if we find some tank of ammonia it might keep Irony and the rest of our ammonia breathers from suffocating.))
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.
(4) you perch on the eelsuit's shoulder.
"Welcome aboard, Captain Andre. your dry cleaning is in your cabin. A tin of tuna has been prepared for Mr. Big Boi. Please consult your secretary for your schedule and state of the ship review." (2) sadly, Chief of Staff Big Boi doesn't find anything to save our poor ammoniates from their imminent asphyxiation. If only there were some standard delivery system for space suit atmosphere, located in convenient dispenser systems throughout the ship, brightly colored yellow with dedicated sockets for ammonia ports. If only. Not that you care. You are just disappointed that you cannot hunt the legendary Really Big And Mean Rat. Curse you, Really Big And Mean Rat, for your absence. Curse yooooooouuuuuuu!
"Excellent, thank you for your tasks, green level user!
I am unsure wether this apron comes in other colours, because I may or may not have picked it up off of a corpse some time in the past!"
Start doing the tasks Friend Computer gave me. Just go top to bottom, because surely Friend Computer has already sorted them by importance!
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".
(1) task one is to give a progress report to the quartermaster. You query the system for the name and location of the quartermaster and receive a FILE NOT FOUND error.
Life Support: UNKNOWN. Oxygen seems okayish, if a bit thin
Engines: UNKNOWN. presumed functional, as gravity works. Also, power is functional, because if it weren't you and about half the planet you are allegedly orbiting would be vapor
Gravity: currently functional. you stick to the floor, somehow.
Life Support: UNKNOWN
Navigation: Functional.
Communications: UNKNOWN
Sensors: UNKNOWN
Weaponry: UNKNOWN
A.I: irritable. snarky.
Medical: UNKNOWN
crew quarters: UNKNOWN
Cargo: UNKNOWN
Captain: Sirix "Andre" 3000. Eelsuit
Vice Captain/Chief of Staff: Mr. "Big Boi" Koff. Cat
First Officer: UNFILLED
Chief of Medicine: UNFILLED
Quartermaster: UNFILLED
Master Engineer: UNFILLED
Navigator: "David Freeman." Currently in the guise of Tamatoa, a large crab.
Janitor: UNFILLED
Financial Officer: UNFILLED
Communications Officer: UNFILLED
Sensor Tech: UNFILLED
Ship's Dentist: Unit 37
Other: UNSPECIFIED
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