Character:TarranLook around for any positions that would allow me to fire on the Deadheads without anyone seeing me.
The room you are in is large and covered in stacks of greenery, unfortunately since it is a Hydroponics section all of it is arranged so that the light from the Sunlights in the ceiling can touch the all of the plants. [Intuition roll 4] Still, on the ceiling you can just barely make out a set of Ancient built-in shelves from back when this room was three one story floors instead of a series of three story tall bays. They'd provide excellent cover if you could get to them, you don't know how you would reach them though...
Health: 75/75
Stamina: 75/75
Carried Weight:25/150
Inv:
Worn Clothing: Fashionable, fairly clean, solid shoes.
Renfield SMG, Concealed (30 Rounds)
2 .115 spike clips (30 each)
Concealed Knife
Fake Biometrics tag
Fake work order
Guest ID to Hydroponics
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Character: Taric SizierFix the power problem and then find this "Technocrat"
You set out towards the main bay with great feats in mind, you should be done with this and checking out that nosy Technocrat in a minute. A pity it rarely works that way. You begin scanning all of the electronics you can find, chasing their circuits back as far as you can reach, [Mechanics Roll 3+1], [Intuition roll 3] you don't find anything conclusive. It's a big room though and there is still plenty left to scan. (If you don't take any action next turn you will automatically continue scanning the room.)
Health: 70/70
Stamina: 60/70
Carried Weight:7/170
Inv:
Worn clothing: Normal, comfortable snappy casual clothing, fine condition, Dress shoes.
Scanner
Customized Datapad
Hydroponics access badge
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Character: Dominique Wakeman
Dominique checked the equipment they had given her without actually tweaking anything; she understood how it worked just enough to know what it should look like for normal use and didn't want to screw around with it. Once she was satisfied she made sure everything was secure, then headed towards the elevator. No one had better give me any shit on the way there. I'm not in the mood, she thought, glaring around her surroundings through the visor of the unfamiliar helmet. She pressed the elevator call button and cracked her knuckles.
After a few seconds, Dom sighed and punched the wall by the controls impatiently. Frickin' dumbass. I wonder how much surgery that punk's gonna have to go through to get his face looking normal again. Someone was always trying to ruin her day, whether it was an inappropriate comment, a funny look, or trying to shove her around because she was just 'a stupid grunt maintenance worker.' Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone did try to start something. She had a bit of stress to work out anyway... Nah, save it for later. After working a red shift, beating someone's face in will be a frickin' walk in the park.
The elevator appeared to have a driving need to visit every single level on the way up before it reaches you, you swear at it. The elevator is unfazed. Once it manages to reach your floor though the doors grudgingly open, only to spit a trio of Maintenance team workers with the telltale red shoulder-marks on their suits at your feet. [Agility Roll 2-1 encumbering clothing] One of them is mostly unconscious and has had half of his suit burned open by a fizzing chemical that seems to be eating parts his body as well. As his body spills forward his arm slaps against yours, depositing a good dollop of bubbling silver goo. You try to get it off but only smear it across part of your chest as well. [Luck roll 5] Luckily for you the silvery chemical had already run most of its course and becomes inert after doing only superficial damage to your suit. The second is supporting the first, he mumbles an apology for his friend and doesn't ask for your help as he shoulders his buddy and drags him down the hall. The third steps out wearily, his suit seems to have been subject to the same chemical that was on the first, albeit to a lesser degree. He looks at you as if he hadn't noticed you at first.
"Hey, you're the one they sent down as our relief?" your assent brings only a sympathetic murmur and a
"Tough shit." out of him. You start to get a bad feeling about this job.
You get into the elevator, it lurches more than a little but somehow is able to take you down four stories to the second level of water processing without exploding. You exit the elevator and swipe your Red maintenance card in the lock of an imposing door. Nothing Happens. You swipe it again. Still nothing. You try your other card. Nothing continues to happen with great vengeance. You feel like hitting something.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 150/210
Inv:
Worn clothing: Heavy Duty Maintenance worksuit, sealed with helmet. Superficially damaged.
Chemical thrower (Linked to canisters)
Backpack canisters (Linked to thrower)
Maintenance work card, Red
Maintenance work card, standard
Repair scrap
Maintenance Welder, Plasma and Arc. (Fully Charged)
Spare Energy Cell (Fully Charged)
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Character: Trol GraneIf luck is a lady then she's a humorless ice queen. It's generally considered bad practice to gamble at the casino's you work at but... you just can't help yourself. It's been a bad day, you are 800 more creds down to the house. Bringing your total debt up to almost 8K, not the kind of money that you can toss around. You have nice rooms provided by the Seventh World casino, free of charge, it feels a lot like a very glitzy prison some days. It's been awhile since but you still remember the days when you were up, you did enforcement strictly on your own terms and the information dealing you did was as much for a good cause as you could manage. Now you've become dangerously close to a bottom feeder, you have to take whatever you can get or have your legs broken by someone who doesn't have you moral scruples. A slippery slope which you seem to be hunched under for protection.
When the call you're expecting comes in you answer immediately, it doesn't matter if you seem desperate -You are desperate- and to act like you aren't isn't the kind of lie your employer Mr. Kahy takes kindly too. As the line patches through the expected voice of Mr. Kahy is on the other end, a light and cheerful voice.
"Trol, it's been a while since we've spoken about your rather, shall we say, unfortunate financial standing with us." The older man clicked his tongue as though at a particularly exasperating grandchild.
"You've helped us out with some of our more stubborn clients, but we may find it necessary to have someone replace you if an arrangement of sorts can't be made." You perk up at the word arrangement, that was generally the lead in to a job not a death sentence.
"There is a woman who has not made good on her debts, and attempted to liberate some of our own funds to pay off her debt with." Mr. Kahy's voice gains an icy edge.
"She won't be able to pay her debts, what we ask is that you make an example of those who would make fools of us. In return we are willing to forgive all but a token 10% of your debt. If you reconsider I'm afraid you'll have to consider alternative employment. You have eight hours to complete, after that she will have left. Lorenzo will handle any further questions. I look forward to a long and mutually profitable partnership." With that Mr. Kahy dropped the line. This wasn't what you signed up for, still, short of doing the noble thing and dying you don't see much of a way out of it. The darker side of you is already on board with this plan, having 90% of your debt forgiven would get nearly all of the pressure off of you. Lorenzo is downstairs on the vaults level of the casino, he'll have most of the gear for your "jobs" in storage.
Health 100/100
Stamina 100/100
Carried Weight: 12/230
Inv:
Worn clothing: Formal wear, Pristine.
Knucklers (Concealed)
"Lucky" poker chip.