Tarran Smith"See, here, there are multiple problems with your offer.
1: You are not telling me what is behind the door. It could be a horrible monster, a very hazardous material, or a bunch of your friends. What is in that room?
2: I have no way to tell if you're lying about the truce or not. I do not expect you to convince me on this point, but I expect you to at least come up with a reasonable excuse.
3: You are not telling me anything about your leader. I don't care how damn far away an understandable comparison is, I want a damn comparison."
If he doesn't at least try to answer 1 or 3, fire a round from my Chimera pistol into him/it and walk away back into the room where the rest of the deadheads are. If he does at least try, then continue listening.
The deadhead nods as you outline your three most grievous reservations with its deal.
"I understand your misgivings, and I will try to accommodate them as I can. It is my purpose." He smiles at you in an oddly benign way.
"To your first point, it is not some creature or a toxic material, our inability to open the door is posed by its locking mechanism, not through any particular hazard raised by the door or the contents of the room itself. As to what exactly is in the room..." He shrugs
"It is a data storage device, I know no more than that. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you what I myself do not know." He taps his finger against his chin as he considers your second point.
"Now, this is an interesting one... You don't believe we'll refrain from shooting you in the back, yet you personally were the one who cut off diplomatic paths from the beginning were you not? We have no more reason to trust you than you have to trust us."It sighs on your third point however.
"You are asking me to approximate something that which philosophers have tried and failed to describe for millennia... I shall try. Imagine the hydrologic cycle of Earth, The Father is everything at once, the clouds, the ocean, the groundwater, the icecaps, everything, infinite and eternal in its complexity." He chuckles slightly.
"I suppose by this analogy I must be a raindrop then, one tiny component in the vastness of the sky, briefly separated from the perfect unity so that I may effect the world." He shakes his head as he finishes, looking at you straight in the eyes.
"He is a living God."[Detect lie 4 Vs ?] You don't think he's trying to lie to you, he either actually believes all this -Possible considering that he's a program running in a deadhead's meat suit-, or you are way the fuck out of your league.
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Dominique Wakeman & Taric Sizier"Alright, Lead on!" Follow Dom.
"All right. Well, if you're up for it, I just came from a hallway back this way that has a door I haven't tried yet. Wanna go check it out?"
Taric is fortunately saved from almost certain peril by Dominique who, against all sane reason, prevents Ashley from slapping the bejeezus out of him. Taric does however show his gratitude by not making a lude or insane comment and actually showing a legendary modicum of cooperation, allowing Dominique to lead the pair of them back to the corridor from whence she came without making jokes about how they were going back to 'her place'. The pair of them squeeze through the bent door with only a little difficulty, Dominique guiding the good as blind Taric through the dark corridor.
[Primal fear enables roll, Empathetics 4] As they pass in front of the door to the room with the melted deadhead however Taric stops, his brow furrowing suddenly. Dominique turns back and starts to edge him on with her hand, thinking that he merely caught the smell of melting flesh and armor.
"It's nothing, I just had to melt some prick. Come on.Taric doesn't move however and continues staring into the dark room.
"Are you scared Dom?"She raises an eyebrow at him.
"Not really, a little pissed maybe, but scared doesn't enter it."Taric looks at you, his eyes missing yours by a couple of inches in the darkness.
"Someone in there is."(You may pursue your original course or choose a new action as a free action.)
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Ashley FeyGo look at some unexplored rooms
Muttering under your breath about Taric's idiocy you walk away from Taric and his mamabear, he had that and more coming. Hell, you got shot twice because of his dickery. You pick up the light in the Hall and head north, Jordan and Harry falling in with you as you walk back to the doors that the others left unopened, rummaging around in clear rooms might not be exciting, but it should let you cool off.
[Quickshot 4+1+2] [Confirm Critical 2 Vs Ashley Armor 3+1] The sniper hits you in the side as cross the intersection with the east/west corridor, the high velocity round striking your armor like a sledgehammer and staggering you a step to the side. (Armor -19 HP -19) [Reflex 1,6,2+1] Stunned by the impact and the unexpected attack you just stare down the hall in disbelief, nothing however is visible beyond the rough sphere of illumination cast by your light, Harry however curses proficiently and throws both you and Jordan bodily out of the hallway.
[Quickshot 4+1+1, 3+1+1] With a series of thunderous reports another pair of bullets hit Harry while he's still in the intersection after hurling the two of you, [Armor -16 -13 HP -27 -23] drawing a bright flare of blood from his right arm as he staggers back under the cover of the hall.
"Snipers," he growls through clenched teeth.
"I. Hate. Snipers." (Harry Is Very badly damaged)
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James Evans"I didn't ask for you to be "hit by the gender-bender rail" either so stop trying to beat me up like an insane person. It'll help noone. The only thing you could possibly do is harm to both of us, and will that help you? No. Do you think I want my mind screwed up? No. You're an idiot!"
"You're an idiot!" She screams back at you cleverly, whipping her head back into your nose. [Shadow Melee 5-2+1 Vs Dodge 2] [Brawl 4]Connecting the difficult blow and sending you reeling into the wall, clutching your broken dream-nose. She twists around delivers snap kick to your chest while you're reeling [Shadow Melee 4 Vs Dodge 3] [Brawl 1] striking a glancing blow to your shoulder. [James melee 5+1 Vs 3] [Confirm critical 3 Vs 1] You twist with the blow, using its momentum to spin your body into roundhouse kick that strikes her rather brutally in the side of the head, knocking her heavily to the floor.
Huh. You just K.O'd your own sub-conscious mind. Your head hurts thinking about the ramifications of that.
Okay. One, things are way the hell messed up down here. Two, your subconscious has become a girl. Three, The passionate go-getter you has disappeared. Four, your subconscious is a girl. Five, you're a stranger in a strange land right now, and if she's any example of what happened to your head when Dom oriented you.... things aren't looking up.
[Intuition 2] You have no idea where to go from here.
Relevant ItemsMemory Stick (Dom)
Broken Pad (Taric)
Ident Badge -Pyotr Ivanov- (Taric)
Ident Badge -Kira Masse- (Tarran)
Unpowered Pad (Tarran)
Health: 48/100
Charge: 125/150
Carried Weight: 96/200 (-25%)
Attire: Plain gray under-armor padding. [10lbs] Heavy Combat Armor, 74/150. [45lbs]
Inv:
Leanashe Assault Rifle [22/30 18lbs]
4.73 mm Caseless box mags x2
Cirri Light pistol [20/20 4lbs]
Energy cell x5
Manticore Pistol [9/10 6lbs]
Mechanical Bypass kit 3/5 [3lbs]
Arc implants, Planerian Implants
Stormcrow implants
Javelin Implants, Duelist Implants
Status: Primary Staff quarters.
Harry Nakamuno
Health: Very Badly Damaged
Charge: Less than a Quarter charge
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, Duelist Implants
Equipment: Heavy Combat Armor 52/150, Wolfkin SMG 12/18, Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs), .50 cal drum clips x3, HE grenades (2), Thermal Paste (1), energy cell x4
Jordan Grey
Health: Damaged
Charge: Almost 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 76/100, Laelaps Laser rifle 7/12 (15lbs), Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs), energy cell x5, Field Surgery kit 1/5, Advanced medical kit [4/5], basic medical supplies [3/5] , ORS pack 3/3.
Health: 91/115
Stamina: 40/115
Carried Weight: 160/200 (-25%)
Attire: Arbiter dress Uniform, pristine [10lbs] Standard Body Armor, 47/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Abassy Heavy pistol -laser sight- [7, 8lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Stun club (50/50 11lbs) x4
Fuath Riot suppression carbine [6, 13lbs, Caustic load]
.50 caliber pistol clips x7 (7, 2lbs)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A30, E65, 16lbs,)
LR Jormungandr Battle Rifle (13/35 A, 8/15 E, Damaged, 17lbs)
.220 gauss slugs x2 (35)
Smoke Grenades x1 (neg)
Field rations x2
Basic medical kit (2/5) (5lbs)
Data storage drive [Romance novels]
Status: Primary Staff quarters, D wing
Health: 27/70
Stamina: 16/70
Carried Weight: 138/170 (-25%)
Attire: Technocrat Commander Dress uniform [11lbs] Standard Body armor, 66/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x8 (3 lbs)
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A4, E32, 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)
Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs)
Saun's Helmet (Quarter full of ants, enclosed.) (3lbs)
Box of terrible scrap components (20lbs)
Short Range Radio, (Off)
Memory Foam centerfold
colonist rations x5 (5lbs)
Tripwire emitter
Status: Security substation november, Exhausted.a
Health: 35/75
Stamina: 71/75
Carried Weight: 133/150 (-25%)
Attire: High-prelate Uniform [8lbs] Standard Body Armor 48/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Ichneumon Anti-Armor Rifle -Scope- (1, 20lbs, 1 rounds in speed loader)
1' sabot packs x3 (2)
Chimera pistol (15, 5lbs)
Combat Knife (1lb)
Sleipnir SMG (A0, E25 9lbs,)
Sleipnir SMG (A0, E25 9lbs,)
3 energy cells
8 .220 gauss clips (35)
Basic First Aid Kit 5/5 (5lbs)
1 .220 gauss clip (25)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A35, E70), 16lbs, in hand)
Status: Primary Staff quarters, Hall.,
Health: 38/75
Stamina: 29/75
Carried weight: 140/200 (-25%)
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs] Light Body armor 32/50 [25lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10, 10lbs, in hand)
Orb Lightstand (35 lbs 17/20)
Riot shield (10lbs 30/30)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Simone's Song (6lbs 4/7 -Frangible Rounds-)
.50 caliber Frangible pistol clips (7) x1
Dybbuk Flechette Canister Rifle (1/2 35 lbs)
20 mm flechette canisters (x2, 1 lb)
Status:Primary Staff quarters, Hall. Incredibly Smelly. Asleep.
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