Turn 16
PCs Turn!
Stand uncomfortably close to Anderson. Should he spin-kick me; take it like a Kat and harvest my own blood.
[4] You get all up close to Anderson. You stand very near. Smelling of blood and old rags and god knows when the last time you bathed was. Frederick is saying stuff, but it's not even remotely about blood, so you don't give a damn. (Continued below)
"Dammit, this is the THIRD TIME I broke this hand!" I suck up the pain and look for something to help my hand, and if Katsuun comes near me again, I Spin-kick Kat.
[4-1] You feel like shit. Your are nauseous, your hand hurts, and everything generally sucks. Plus, you are naked. This bothers you less than the lack of a weapon. The thing you swung at appears to actual be human. Ish. And probably not a threat right now. Still, you are not willing to give it any chances You stand and start looking around for something that looks like a weapon. There's a guy who looks like some sort of scientist who has seen better times standing at some sort of holographic display. You hear him calling aout about 'watch this!'. screw that. You head of down a corridor, looking for a weapon, but the whole area is pretty featureless, except endless rows of creatures frozen in suspended animation. And still, still, Kat stays close to you. Creeping you the hell out.
3 You barely resist spin-kicking the hell out of it, but decide it's probably a waste.
Head over to this complex.
Follow Daniel.
Get the dust off me nd go towards the sound with care and weapon at standby
Do nothing
I head to the complex Nirir found.
(Auto-Rolling would just be tedious and drag shit out when one of you inevitable fails to walk in a straight line)
You all work together, and start moving through the woods. The hole is soon approached, with Jets at the bottom of the hole. He helps everyone down. As you wander down the corridor, gaping at the sights before you, you hear something ahead. You approach closer, still looking at the various...things, trapped in this place. Frederick is playing with a holographic device, and you see a plant emerge from a cylindrical chamber.. (Continued below)
"Hey, keep it down. Uh, please. I think this is some sort of genetics tampering/cloning device ... Watch this." I attempt to splice plant DNA together to get a bush that grows a large amount of sweet orange berries. I'll then look for some sort of "accept" feature.
[6] They ignore you, mostly. Freaking typical. You decide to show them. You grab a holographic image of a man and throw it, and suddenly other forms spin across your field of vision. It lands on a bush of some sort. It has some sort of berries growing on it. With continued attempts you finally get it to grow in size before your eyes, but you are not sure how you did that. It has berries on it, sure. There are symbols all over, and you grope at them, twisting and manipulating them every way you can. Leaves disappear, branches form,. other...parts occur. You are pretty sure you do something wrong and see a furry creature. Something loks like it moves across the plant but you are not sure. You get back to the plant, and start messing with it some more. At one point it looks like something furry and disquieting. Finally you veer back to something that looks like a bush, and the berries on it look huge. 'Good enough' you think, and fumble through a large bar at the bottom. Something else appears, glowing and green. You grab it and it flashes to an brownish color that flashes a moment before disappearing. You hear a noise, and see the chamber fill with a plant. Before you can get a good look at it, it starts...changing. It twists on itself, and its leaves shrink into its branches. The berries on it swell, and start pulsating. After some time, its form seems to stabilize and the door opens. The plant falls over, and out, overburdened by the overripe fruits that hang off it. As it hits the ground, they burst open, Horrific abominations emerge, trailing roots and crawling on truncated paws, wailing in pain, leaves coming out of their heads. Their lives are mercifully short, and you barely resist throwing up, seeing the horrors you have created. As you look up, you notice the others, standing behind you, looking horrified.
NPC's Turn!
All dead.
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, Pointy Aerodynamic Stick, A Crappy Compass
Skills: Adequate Mechanical Engineering, Adequate Electrical Engineering, Novice Woodcutting, Dabbling Woodcutting, Dabbling Understanding of Old Ones Computer System
Status:
Location: Underground Alien Facility
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:Pistol, Medikit, Plant Samples, Creature Chunks [2], Warm Clothing
Skills: Adequate Genetic Engineering, Adequate Biology, Dabbling First Aid, Novice Pistols Training, Novice Stealth
Status: Healthy
Location: Base Camp
Name: Jets
Gender: Male
Profession: Meatshield 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, Semi-Portable Rail Gun, Improved Shock Spear
Skills: Adequate Personal Combat, Adequate Rifle Training, Dabbling Weapon smith,Dabbling Fire Starter, Dabbling Cook
Status: Soiled
Location: In a hole, in a hole
Name: Markus
Gender: Male
Profession: Forge worker
General appearance: A burly man, Markus came on the transport ship to haul goods on and off the ship.
Skills: Strong, Adequate Forge working, Novice Armorsmithing
Equipment: Tough Workman's Clothing, Improved Chitin Back Brace, Money, Navigation of Mysterious Blue/Green Planet,Warm Clothes (5), Blankets (5), Large, Blue Tarp, Club
Status: Nightmares
Location: Base Camp
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: Adequate Piloting, Adequate Gunner, Novice Knowledge of Smaliens,Novice Shock Pistol Expertise, Novice Butchering
Equipment: Jeans, TShirt and Flight Jacket, Backpack, Shock Pistol
Location: The River
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. Coated in blood.
Skills:Strong, Tough, Novice Hiding
Equipment: Raggedy Clothes, Bloody Vial, 4 Vials of Human-like Creature Blood, Pitcher Plant full of blood.
Status: Coated in blood.
Location: Underground Alien Facility
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, Adequate Liar, Enchanting
Equipment: Styling Clothes, 6 small, purple berries, A giant Lobster Claw on a Stick
Status: SO[/b] awesome. Delusions of Grandeur
Name: Anderson
Gender: Male
Profession: First To Fight Orbital Drop Taskforce (FTFODT) gunnery sergeant {retired}
General description: Anderson, retired gunnery sergeant of the 2nd FTFODT, has seen some of the worst encounters in history. He used to be with the 7th marine battalion. Before being moved to the 1st FTFODT due to his excellent performance fighting several rebels on Gliese 581 d.
His first mission, the rebel disaster of dauntless's moon (Alpha Centari b, moon 3), where, as his first combat as a 1st FTFODT private. Watched as four out of his squad of six, including his leader; gunnery sergeant Ivan Batton 'Man hammer', were killed in a matter of a few seconds out of the pods by a M7 battletank. And him and his only remaining teammate; corporal Smith Colt 'Dead eye', who was wounded badly, held off 13 rebels for sixteen minutes until the 3rd Heavy Armored Mech And Vehicular Battalion came to the 1st's rescue, 83% of the 1st were killed, 12% were wounded. He was then transferred to the 2nd, and was then promoted to a corporal, given the Silver Star and the purple heart. For protecting his comrade though under nearly hopeless odds and for getting hit three times in the chest, wounding the lung and severely mangling his stomach.
Then, a few years later, his squad was sent to inspect a 'Tuggerman' super-freighter; the 'Southward Haul', that had been drifting in space for three days, it had top-secret cargo. When his squad first arrived there was no sign of anything, just blood. Then all hell broke loose, half his squad, again including his leader; gunnery sergeant Tommie Baker 'The Duke', were ambushed by unknown aliens. Now known as 'Earth scourge', due to how nasty they are; able to rip though armor, flesh and bone with razor sharp claws, extremely fast, but extremely low health, able to fly and quite stealthy. They killed Duke's squad in a few seconds. Anderson was then the leader of the remainder of his squad. He and his team fought their way to the ship's core and planted a mini-nuke, his teammate; private James Bruth, Was wounded badly with slash to the chest. Anderson then picked James up by the arm, while still shooting his assault rifle at the scourge, got his team to the ship's escape pods, and launched. Then blowing up the ship. That earned him the medal of distinction and the rank of gunnery sergeant, the operation was covered up, Duke and his squad are listed as MIA.
Then he was diagnosed with the 'Black rose' disease, which is caused by the 'Black Rose' plants of Gliese 581 d, which are found in the most extreme of places. like the caverns Anderson was fighting in when his squad was nearly overrun by rebels. The disease has no imitate effects, but in the long run, ~25 years, it can cause internal bleeding in many parts of the body, including the brain, heart, and lungs. And there is currently no known cure. With his lifespan cut severely, Anderson retired to enjoy the remaining years of his life.
Though, obviously his luck is just getting worse. Because his ship (the transport ship everyone else was on) was recently attacked by aliens.
Skills: Adequate Rifle Training, Adequate Unarmed Combat, Tough
Equipment: Your Birthday Suit
Status: Broken Hand
Humanoid Creature Chunks [17]
Description: Human face, goat-like brown eyes, giant fangs, short green hair covering the body, large gorilla uper torso.
Status: Dead, and flat.
Abilities: Excessively Strong
Description: Hard-Shelled, Dark brown or black. Large compound eyes, walks on two legs, nearly bipedal. Two giant claws.
Status: Dead, claws ripped off, Shelled
Abilities: Hard Shell (+2 Toughness against physical damage), Very Strong (+2 Strength)
Base Camp The Escape Pod is covered with a wooden structure and bright blue tarps. There's a normal campfire, a fire made out of small animals, a pounded-flat creature, and signs of woodcutting.
Present:
The River A small river, or large stream, south of Base Camp.
Present:
In/Near a hole to the north:
Underground alien Facility: Jets, Anderson, Kat, Frederick XVI, Jess Brown, Markus, Kenton, Daniel Carrion
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Topic: RTD: Space. Turn 17: Well, that's not good. (Read 12224 times)