((I'm going to go hang out with a friend and then work on the trait list hard-core, try to keep it to RP so I can concentrate on that))
Then look for some type of flammable substance to put in them once I have some of that head back to the base and build them
(( If this succeds I will draw plans on how to build them and call them Flares ))
You buy some liquid Vespane and head back to base. Now where can you build these things with nobody looking >.> <.<
Fine, lets go to something that would be influenced a little more by my 'perk'. Find a poker table. That is, if my skills would affect that more.
((I believe it would, I figured the gambling thing was him getting a kind of psionic que for certain stuff. So he can tell when someone is bluffing or anything else))
There are no other games here, and this is the only gambling joint in town. Darn, they got your number.
Quickly search John and put on some battle dressings on his wound.
"Look, he didn't take anything. I'll ask you one more time to drop your weapon.
Turning to the policemen:"Arrest this men. He is guilty of shooting a Marine for no reasons."
You tear off one of John's sleeves from his shirt wrap it around his leg. Is it supposed to be turning blue?
"I'll drop my weapon when the cops get here and take him away." says the store-owner.
When the cops arrive moments later, they listen to both sides of the story and load John up onto one of the Vulture bikes and take him back to the station. At least they'll get somebody to look at his leg there before it gets any worse.
"It's because your shop had so much CRAP! Back in Mar Sara there were shops that sold Goliaths for 200 credits! You think I stole something? I wouldn't do anything like that in my goddamn life! I'll fucking strip down to my goddamn underwear to show you!" He yells towards the shopkeeper.
John thanks ((I think it was Emily.)).
You verbally assault the shopkeeper and police officers from the ground. Much of your speech slurred from the pain. The cops load you up onto one of the bikes and take you back to the station. When you arrive, an emergency medical personnel is waiting and gives you a shot that calms you down and relieves the pain.
"Somebody messed up his leg bad. We'll probably have to grow a new one for him using one of the tanks." she says. Taking a sample of DNA she walks off, undoubtedly to grow you a new leg. The police dump you unceremoniously in one of the holding cells.
"Why are they recruiting drunks into the marines anyhow. It's the first time they've been out in weeks and the first thing they do is start breaking windows for no damn reason. Ah well, we got work to do." says one of the cops, going back to work on a terminal filling out reports, probably about this latest arrest.