Get out of my seat. Somehow. Take a tarp and wrap all of our clothes and blankets in one. Inspect the contents of the mechanical toolbox.
[3] You unbuckle your safety harness and stand up, stretching. Everything is much calmer, and more serene now, except for the occasional moans and groans from those who fared worse than you. You quickly decide that the cabin should eb more tiday, and you grab a tarp, and start piling clothes and blankets into it. You tie the edges of the tarp up and sling it over your shoulder, like some sort of demented Santa Claus.
Gained: Santa Bag o' Clothes and BlanketsI get out of the pod and begin collecting samples of the various plants in the area, being careful to observe proper safety protocols, EG: don't touch anything suspicious directly.
[4-1] Knowing damn well what kind of freakish things plants can be, especially some of the more odd alien ones, you take safety precautions. Goggle, gloves, and the like acquired from a medikit. Especially after that one guy discovered the 'invasive spiked tentacle plant', you have been careful as hell. Moving around slowly, and with cheeks clenched, The majority that you see seem like fairly standard plants. They have broadened section of trunk that contain chlorophyll-like stuff that lets the absorb sunlight for energy, tube-like structures that sink into the ground and absorb nutrients, that sort of thing. What's not so normal is something that looks very much like a plant, but seems to be some sort of animal. It's immobile, or, at least, you haven't seen them move. They have greenish areas that probably contain chlorophyll, or something like it, but from what you know, they probably require more energy than normal plants.
Try to wake up and if successful follow the others but act like I have some authority.
[2-1] Lost in unconsciousness, you have grandiose dreams about convincing the others of your power and authority. They worship you, they love you!Ha! And your parents said you were a loser! Your classmates, too! They all were wrong! So wrong! You'll show them! You'll show them ALL!
Gained: Delusions of GrandeurClean off blood and store it for future usage.
O.o
[3] Kat licks it's lips as it looks over the slumbering and bloody form of Daniel Carrion. Oh, this should be good. You carefully gather a few vials from a medikit, because everyone's too scared to stop you. You carefully gather a vial of his blood, and grin. Oh yes, his blood is yours, and now, now THAT will come in handy.
Gained: Vial of Daniel Carrion's BloodTry to find some more isolating material and upgrade my shock spear with it and go outside checking whats there
[2] Jets, grinning from ear to ear with his new acquisitions, wanders outside of the Pod, intent on insulating his new weapon that he himself made. You grab a random vine you see, and start wrapping it around the haft of the spear, again and again, stripping off leaves. As you go. This is gonna be awesome! As you finish wrapping it, you give your new and 'improved' weapon a few test swings. The vine unwraps and dangles from the shaft, very limply. Aww.
I assess the damage to the escape pod. How difficult would it be to re-launch? How much fuel is left? Are the scanners and computer systems still operational?
[6] You look over the control panel, and start running various diagnostic tests and error reports. Before long, you have a list of statistics about the craft. It was never meant to be able to achieve escape velocity, but with some skill (and luck) you might be able to get it airborne again. However, it was designed to float around in space, and only crash land on planets as a last resort. Flying in an atmosphere is really expensive, fuel-wise. You have maybe a third of a 'tank' of fuel left, but the batteries seem to be holding up fine. Having learned all you can about the pod from the inside, you hop out and start surveying the damage. There are damaged panels, yes, but what does it look like UNDER the panels? To find out, you start pulling them off, and discard parts of the ship in a pile as you try to find out exactly how deep the wounds go.
Get out of the pod and assay the damage done to it. Then go and find something edible nearby on this world.
[6] The damage isn't horrible, as Frederick is quickly discovering. Leaving the ship in his, uh, capable hands, you head out into the Jungle, stomach rumbling. After all, watching several crewmembers being torn up from the inside out makes a girl hunger. That's rater disturbing, actually, but you ignore that and continue on. After getting a few dozen meters inside the underbrush, you hear a low, deep rumbling. Looking around, you manage to spot a creature. It's large...very large, with an indistinct form and a green color, the same shade as most of the plants in the Jungle. The only things that are not are the large, brown eyes, shaped like a goats, and the drooling fangs. It looks like it probably tastes delicious. Oddly enough, it thinks the same about you.
Name: Frederick XVI
Gender: Male
Profession: Engineer
General appearance: I am fairly short, but keep myself in good physical shape in the ship's gym. I like to read about a variety of topics in my off-duty hours.
Equipment: Normal Clothes, Mechanical Tool Kit, Electrical Tool Kit
Skills: Adequate Mechanical Engineering, Adequate Electrical Engineering
Status:
Location: Inside the escape pod.
Name: Kenton
Gender: Male
Profession: Geneticist
General appearance: A weedy little man, not actually short, just thin and pale from too much time in the lab. Sits off in a corner, nervously fiddling with his bags. He clearly does not enjoy spaceflight.
Equipment: Normal Clothes, Pistol, Medikit
Skills: Genetic Engineering, Biology
Status: Bruised and Battered
Location: In the copilots chair of Escape pod #3
Name: Jets
Gender: Male
Profession: Meathshield Marine Forces, Assault group 1
General appearance: A Marine with his fatigues, he comes to the colony to protect it from alien scum or other weird shit.
Equipment: Flak Jacket, Personal Computer, Knife, Medikit, Sem-Portable Rail Gun, Shock Spear
Skills: Personal Combat, Rifle Training, Dabbling Weaponsmith
Status: Soiled, Prone
Location: In the escape pod
Name: Markus
Gender: Male
Profession: Forgeworker
General appearance: A burly man, Markus came on the transport ship to haul goods on and off the ship.
Skills: Strong, Forgeworking
Equipment: Tough Workman's Clothing, Back Brace, Money, Navigation of Mysterious Blue/Green Planet, Warm Clothes (5), Blankets (5), Large, Blue Tarp
Status: Nightmares
Location: In the escape pod
Name: Jess Brown
Gender: Female
Profession: Pilot/vehicle operator
General Appearance: A lithe, fit woman with brown hair (worn pulled back) and green eyes. She spurns the usual uniform in favor of jeans, casual shirt, and her old flight jacket, but was granted a dispensation because of her skill with vehicles.
Skills: Piloting, Gunner, Novice Knowledge of Smaliens
Equipment: Jeans, TShirt and Flight Jacket, Backpack, Shock Pistol
Location: The pilots cabin of the transport ship.
Name: Kat
Gender: Indeterminable
Profession: Cabin boy/girl/thing
General Description: Weedy, buried underneath piles of ragged clothing that obscure face and hair. The voice is androgynous, and all mannerisms are ordinary. Nothing unusual stands out about Kat beyond his/her clothing.
Skills:Strong, Tough, Dabbling Hiding
Equipment: Raggety Clothes, Vial of Daniel Carrion's Blood
Status:
Location: In the escape pod.
Name: Daniel Carrion
Gender: Male
Profession: Con Man
General description: A tall lean well groomed man who had snuck onto the transport.
Skills:Adequate Persuader[/acronym(0/8 Exp)], Adequate Liar, Enchanting
Equipment: Styling Clothes
Status: Unconscious, Bruised and Battered, SO[/b] awesome.]Delusions of Grandeaur
Description: It's greenish, with brown eyes and large fangs. Other than that, it's hard to tell.
Status: Healthy
Abilities: Unknown
You've crash-landed somewhere in the Jungle. The plants are odd, the colors are...strange. There's no animals around that you can see; they were probably frightened off by the giant hunk of metal crashing through the trees and splintering them like they were toothpicks.
Observations: [1] Huh? Jungle? What Jungle?
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Topic: RTD: Space. Turn 17: Well, that's not good. (Read 12242 times)