Everyone is at the north end of the room. The room is 75 Feet long, and 65 feet wide, the ceiling is twelve feet up. Tokens of a sort should be up next turn.
The middle of the room is dark. (-1 to visual rolls)
The south end is very dark. (-2 to visual rolls)
Taric has spotted a door in the south end
Taric has identified the room as a Chapel of the Virgin World
After Ashley and Dom have finished making sure that nobody is going to be shooting anybody immediately Ash hits the mechanical disengage for the door. Fifty-six explosive bolts fire and the harnesses around you snap off, the smoking hatch falls off the side of the ship and into the slurry of muck, gel, and... real hardwood flooring? That's a new one.
"Honestly, what the hell." Jordan mutters to you as you start to get out of the ship.
"We just happen to land within spitting distance of a group of breathers? This isn't right. Something is very frickin' not right."Honestly you can't say he's wrong.
You make sure all of your gear is in place and hop the short distance off the side of the small pod to the ground, Jordan dropping beside you, followed closely by Harry. The group in front of you is dirty, torn, bloody in more than one place, and armed to the teeth.
After a moments pause there is a bit of light conversation. It all feels very surreal, talking about your achievements in the past while the four of them seem more than willing to tell you who they are. Your two companions seem somewhat taken aback by the sudden sharing session.
"Yeah, and I probably used to make little origami pianos out of napkins!" Jordan interjects after you and Taric finish talking about guns.
"Now that we've gotten these amazing details of our lives out of the way how about you tell us how the hell you came to be out here in the... the middle of a... a" Jordan waved the hand not holding a gun around to indicate most of the dark and slime coated room while he searched for the right word.
Taric Sizier[Intuition 5, Observation 6-2 darkness]
"Chapel of the Virgin World." you supply helpfully to the sputtering man. Everyone turns to look at you. You point to a half crushed altar poking out from beneath the ship.
"Symbols of Terra and the colonized planets, you turn and point to the floor where there is a lack of detritus.
"real wood from Earth, leather kneeling pads." finally you turn and point to the double doors that are almost lost in shadow at the south end of the room.
"Bigass metal doors engraved with the cliffnotes history of the church. It's really pretty obvious if you think about it." You shrug once and go back to looking around the room. The light is coming in from the hole the pod punched as it came down, widened courtesy of the expanding impact Gel. It's a good twenty or thirty feet back to the surface, not to mention that a good portion of that is swarming with panicked ants. Judging by the lack of lighting and lack of alarms the power to... wherever this chapel is connected to is out.
Tarran Smith[Luck 2]You are interrupted from your wonderful lesson on the composition of Technocrat Chapels courtesy of the radio.
"It's all wrong, I told you, I TOLD YOU! What have you done? I wanted to give you a chance, a wanted you to be a part of perfection, wasp, scorpion, spider, treacherous SNAKE! YOU'LL DIE FOR THIS!" The voice on the radio seems a mite upset.
Everyone is staring at you while your radio continues to hurl insults regarding your hygiene, sexual preference for species, and your heritage. The larger of the two men with Ashley speaks this time. "
Foolish as he may be Jordan is right. I think Captain Smith, that you should tell us why you're here."James EvanYou pull your head out of your ooze with shlucking sound, taking a deep breath of stagnant air that smells like it's been molding. Regardless of the fungus content you refill your depleted lungs gratefully, slogging you way to the group. You realize that there are more people than there should be standing over there. In lieu of more loquacious inquiry you simply demand to know the names of the newcomers, this is slightly a bad time considering Tarran's swearing radio and the brewing tension. [Luck 4] The big man relaxes slightly, and nods without taking is eyes off Tarran.
"I'm Harry, that's Ashley, the sqawky one beside her is Jordan."Health: 100/100
Charge: 150/150
Carried Weight: 94/200 (-25%)
Attire: Plain gray under-armor padding. [10lbs] Heavy Combat Armor, 150/150. [45lbs]
Inv:
Leanashe Assault Rifle [30/30 18lbs]
4.73 mm Caseless box mags x2
Cirri Light pistol [20/20 8lbs]
Energy cell x5
Mechanical Bypass kit 5/5 [3lbs]
Arc implants, Planerian Implants
Stormcrow implants
Javelin Implants, Deulist Implants
Status: Chapel of the Virgin World
Harry Nakamuno
Health: Unharmed
Charge: Full
Description: 6'3", weighing three-hundred and fifty pounds Harry is the frontline muscle. Generally calm but a man who dislikes doing nothing, slow to anger he's been friends with Jordan since the Conclave gained their freedom.
Personality Complication: Just cause. Harry Believes in the work he does, and he believes hard. He won't hesitate to put a hole through anything in the way of his duty.
Skills: Melee 2, Soak 2, Brawling 2, Marksman 1
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 6
Dexterity (Dex): 3
Endurance (End): 6
Charisma (Char): 3
Intelligence (Int): 3
Willpower: (Will): 3
Staggershock implants,
Aegis implants, Lazarus implants
Samson Implants, Deulist Implants
Equipment: Heavy Combat Armor 150/150, Wolfkin SMG 18/18, .50 cal drum clips x3, HE grenades (2), Thermal Paste (3), energy cell x2
Jordan Grey
Health: Unharmed
Charge: Full
Description: 5'9'' Jordan is a slender blond man with the red scraggle of beard perpetually encroaching on his chin. Part of his memories were lost during translation, and all hope of recovering them lost in the second battle. His name is a combination of earth history and the book Grey's anatomy. His medical expertise remains intact along with his sarcasm and combat skills, but most of the rest of his life is hazy.
Personality complication: Hatred, he might not show it much of the time but Jordan holds a grudge against the... thing that robbed of the chance to ever recover his memories. He is determined to kill it, if it's the last thing he ever does.
Skills: Mechanics 2, Marksman 2, Dodging 3,
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 1
Dexterity (Dex): 6
Endurance (End): 1
Charisma (Char): 3
Intelligence (Int): 6
Willpower: (Will): 6
Javelin implants,
Spider implants, MD. Ande Suite
Toxicology and hazard recog, Arc implants
Equipment: Combat Armor 100/100, Laelaps Laser rifle 12/12 (15lbs), energy cell x5, Field Surgery kit 5/5, Advanced medical kit [5/5], basic medecal supplies x5, ORS pack 3/3.
Health: 115/115
Stamina: 94/115
Carried Weight: 139/200 (-25%)
Attire: Arbiter dress Uniform, pristine [10lbs] Standard Body Armor, 67/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Abassy Heavy pistol -laser sight- [5, 8lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Fuath Riot suppression carbine [7, 13lbs, Caustic load]
.50 caliber pistol clips x8 (7, 2lbs)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A35, E70, 16lbs,)
.220 gauss slugs x2 (35)
Smoke Grenades x1 (neg)
Field rations x2
Data storage drive [Romance novels]
Status: Chapel of the Virgin World
Health: 70/70
Stamina: 70/70
Carried Weight: 138/170 (-25%)
Attire: Technocrat Commander Dress uniform [11lbs] Standard Body armor, 100/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x8 (3 lbs)
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A5, E40, 31lbs, in hand,)
.220 gauss clip x4
Basilisk pulse rifle 4/5 (13 lbs)
Piru Gauss Rifle (4/5 4/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slugs x2 (5)
Saun's Helmet (2lbs)
Basic medical kit (5lbs)
Box of terrible scrap components (20lbs)
Short Range Radio, (?)
Memory Foam centerfold
colonist rations x5 (5lbs)
Tripwire emitter
Status: Chapel of the Virgin World
Health: 75/75
Stamina: 75/75
Carried Weight: 148/150 (-25%)
Attire: High-prelate Uniform [8lbs] Standard Body Armor 88/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Ichneumon Anti-Armor Rifle -Scope- (1, 20lbs, 1 rounds in speed loader)
1' sabot packs x3 (2)
Chimera pistol (0, 5lbs)
Chimera pistol (0, 5lbs)
Chimera pistol (15, 5lbs)
Combat Knife (1lb)
Basic Medkit (1/5 5lbs)
Sleipnir SMG (A10, E40 9lbs,)
Sleipnir SMG (A10, E40 9lbs,)
1 half power energy cell
3 energy cells
High power handlight [10lbs]
6 .220 gauss clips (35)
1 .220 gauss clip (20)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A30, E65, 16lbs, in hand)
Status: Chapel of the Virgin World
Health: 39/75
Stamina: 52/75
Carried weight: 44/200 (-25%)
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (20, 10lbs, in hand)
1 .115 spike clips (30, neg.)
Riot shield (10lbs 30/30)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Energy cell
Status: Chapel of the Virgin World
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