Tarran Smith*To self, silently* "Huh, this carpet must be made of funky stuff."
Feel the carpeting, then open the next door.
Treading experimentally a couple times on the vibrant carpet you kneel down and run your free hand across it. [Intuition 3] It's not synthetic weave or anything that you're used to... It's familiar though. Try as you might though you just can't attach a specific feeling to the blue and purple whorled carpet. Not that it really matters what the carpet feels like in the long run.
Advancing forwards cautiously you slide the north door open. The biggest shock here is that the abominable carpet ends, giving way to a stone-like material and simple tiled walls. The room is a bathroom, most of the room is occupied by a large inset tub with a sink and cabinet duet off to its right. Less notably there is a toilet in the south west corner of the room, though you feel no particular need to avail yourself of the facilities at this time. [Observation 3+1] A quick search of the cabinet beneath the sink reveals standard set of personal grooming supplies as well as a first aid kit.
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Taric SizierSteal some of the jewelry, take the Holo then attept to start up the terminal. "Fuckin' hell james! You idiot!"
Considering the previous owner won't be able to use them you grab a few of the watches, cufflinks, and rings for your personal collection. The lack of light makes it a bit more difficult to find which ones are the most valuable and you spare a moment to swear at James from over your shoulder. Surprisingly one of the new men, Jordan perhaps, growls something back at you equally foully. Shrugging you grab the holo from the stack of items you assembled and use the light still streaming in from the door way to find our way over to the emitter without killing yourself on a chair. [Auto-Success through earlier roll] You stroke your fingers across the key points to bring up the interface, and after a moment a faint glowing screen unfolds in front of you and demands a password.
Uh...
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James EvanJames frantically attempted to fight the pain and figure out what it was... it was in his head, could it be a remnant from thaat dream torture? Yes... that was very likely, and James had felt similar pain to it during the western showdown... oh god no. It was still there... What could he do to fight it? He suspected that it would take control if he succumbed to the pain, so he redoubled his efforts to fight the pain, and hoping the ththing could read his thoughts, he thought as clearly as he could (without saying it): "I'm with a band of Unchained, openly fighting the Technocracy. What else do you want?"
You try to breathe regularly and focus on something other than the blinding red pain that seems to be seeping into your bones. Goddamnit it wasn't supposed to be like this... [Shadow 4 Vs Will 4] [End 2, tie breaker failed.] Despite your best efforts you fall the rest of the way backwards and slump against the wall.
...
Your eyes open onto the painfully bright light of your home, the small but comfortable tower suite the technocracy wage afforded you is just as you remembered it. Well with the exception of yourself, sitting in your reading chair and thumbing through a pad with lightning proficiency. Oh heavens above, not this again. You rise into a sitting position and rub slightly at your temples where a phantom of the previous pain still lingers. The shadow of you sets down the pad after a moment and looks at you, he seems almost... apologetic. The raggedness that was there when you last saw it is gone, you look good, surprisingly good actually considering the beating you've been through while you were awake.
"I told this wasn't over before... I was right, unfortunately." The shadow says without preamble.
This doesn't make any sense at all...
"I'm with a band of Unchained, openly fighting the Technocracy. What else do you want?" you protest at your somber self.
The shadow winces
"Ah, yes I can see you this might look as if I was trying to take control... I'm not. I just can't talk to you unless you're in a particular state of sleep. I'm here to give you a warning, not to hurt you." It sighs and flicks across the pad again before speaking.
"The control organism that created... me... the thing they used to subjugate me isn't exactly dead. It's gone dormant inside your head. I've been adjusting our brain chemistry and neural pathing as much as I can without dropping our I.Q fifty points but... all I can do is slow it down."You just sort of stare at you for a minute.
"You've been playing with my brain?A smile quirks at the edge of the shadow's face.
"Well technically you've been playing with yourself, but yes. I've been isolating it as well as we can but it isn't receiving orders anymore. It's growing without a purpose, just fulfilling its biological imperative" He shrugs and tosses the Pad to you.
"Sorry old friend, but we've got brain cancer.".
You look down at the pad, displayed is a web of glowing black lines crisscrossing a plain white rendering of a brain. You're pretty sure the black lines are bad.
The problem is that are a damned lot of them.
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Dominique WakemanDom nodded to Ash. "Good work with that, whatever it was. Looks like you'll be all right here. I'll try the next room over." She headed into the corridor and tried the third room on the southern wall, Abassy ready just in case.
Okay, note to self, when the room is dark just yell nonsense at it until it works. It probably isn't that easy but it's something to try. You walk out of the room and hang a left until you come to the next door down in sequence. You grip the handle firmly and pull it to the side. Nothing happens. You grunt and try again to an equal amount of success. Yet another perky automated voice comes online as you throw your weight against the door.
"Lieutenant Colonel Adam has chosen to lock his door, and is unable to come to the door to unlock it at this time. He is currently extremely busy being... ... ... Deceased." The system pauses for a moment and then adds the formula addition.
"Would you like to leave a message for Lieutenant Colonel Adam that he may listen to when he is less busy?" All the miracles of modern technology...
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Ashley FeyExplore the room for useful/interesting stuff
Now that the lights are on you take closer stock of the room, [Observation 2] you don't really note anything else special about the room. Bare floors, two chairs, unlit moodlamp, wall painting, desk and terminal in the back. Lacking anything else to do you sit down at the terminal and run a system boot, surprisingly it responds rapidly and loads it's entry screen.
"When is a raven like a writing desk?" [Int 2] You stare at the screen blankly.
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Jordan Grey and Harry NakamunoHarry keeps his hand on James' shoulder to stabilize him as he as he shudders.
"Whoah easy big guy, hang in there." Jordan says as he presses a hand against James' neck to check his pulse.
"Hang in the-" It goes fine right up until the point that James collapses backwards into the wall.
"Shit on a shingle..." Jordan whispers as he powers on the medical diagnostic implants.
"HEY crazy people! You've got a man down!" He yells back out into the hall as he starts scanning James from the head down.
Relevant ItemsMemory Stick (Dom)
Broken Pad (Taric)
Ident Badge (Taric)
Health: 83/100
Charge: 130/150
Carried Weight: 94/200 (-25%)
Attire: Plain gray under-armor padding. [10lbs] Heavy Combat Armor, 116/150. [45lbs]
Inv:
Leanashe Assault Rifle [22/30 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, Duelist Implants
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.
Harry Nakamuno
Health: Damaged
Charge: Half 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 111/150, Wolfkin SMG 15/18, .50 cal drum clips x3, HE grenades (2), Thermal Paste (2), 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 10/12 (15lbs), energy cell x5, Field Surgery kit 1/5, Advanced medical kit [4/5], basic medical supplies [3/5] , ORS pack 3/3.
Health: 110/115
Stamina: 87/115
Carried Weight: 99/200 (-25%)
Attire: Arbiter dress Uniform, pristine [10lbs] Standard Body Armor, 74/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Abassy Heavy pistol -laser sight- [3, 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 (A30, E65, 16lbs,)
.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, North Wing.,
Health: 27/70
Stamina: 65/70
Carried Weight: 134/170 (-25%)
Attire: Technocrat Commander Dress uniform [11lbs] Standard Body armor, 66/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x8 (3 lbs)
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A34, E69, 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 (Partially Full of ants) (3lbs)
Box of terrible scrap components (20lbs)
Short Range Radio, (Off)
Memory Foam centerfold
colonist rations x5 (5lbs)
Tripwire emitter
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.
Health: 35/75
Stamina: 68/75
Carried Weight: 133/150 (-25%)
Attire: High-prelate Uniform [8lbs] Standard Body Armor 60/100. [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 (A10, E40 9lbs,)
Sleipnir SMG (A10, E40 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, North Wing.,
Health: 38/75
Stamina: 52/75
Carried weight: 115/200 (-25%)
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10, 10lbs, in hand)
Orb Lightstand (35 lbs 1/20)
Riot shield (10lbs 30/30)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Dybbuk Flechette Canister Rifle (1/2 35 lbs)
20 mm flechette canisters (x2, 1 lb)
Energy cell
Status:Primary Staff quarters, North Wing., Drying out, incredibly Smelly. The Devil inside (unknown effect)
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