Tarran Smith"First, tell me why your friends were smacking around my friends."
"Second, do you have any knowledge of what's happening in this entire facility? Everything appears to be going to hell."
Say the above, keep gun pointed in his general direction. Doesn't have to be at him, just in his direction.
You keep your rifle up and ready to fire as you question the seemingly friendly deadhead.
"First, tell me why your friends were smacking around my friends."The clone smiles and spreads hands.
"I am the contingency. The other was the primary. Our Father will not allow you to leave before you serve the purpose. I am a mediator and negotiator." Huh. Well it can happily negotiate with you after you're done with your questions.
"Okay. That's great. Now second, do you have any knowledge of what's happening in this entire facility? Everything appears to be going to hell."The deadhead shrugs.
"I know only what I am given, the history of the conversion was not deemed necessary for me to know." It taps its head twice.
"Only so much the He can give us to work with. Now, to business." It says, smoothing the dark suit of the security guard's body.
"He is willing to extend a deal. One small service from you and you may leave this place freely, you may even take the ship you arrived in. Interested?"---
Taric Sizier"Damn, This like the good old days in the academy. Better get on with it though... So, what're you here for?"
You yawn yourself awake, massaging your temples in agitation. The difference between here and the academy is the fact that there isn't a hangover remedy that you can cook up in ten minutes in the other room. Grumbling you look at the person sitting beside you, they look to be in similar shape to yourself...
"So, what're you here for?" You ask them, gesturing expansively at the rest of the room. Curiously they mimic the gesture. Odd. Hmm. [int 4+1] Ah yes. That's because it's your own shadow. Damn.
---
Dominique WakemanDom closed the door, took three steps back towards the way she had just came from, and kept her pistol focused on the area. If something were to come through the door now, at least she would have the drop on it. If nothing happened after about a minute or so, she would assume the area to be semi-safe and enter the room.
You close the door quickly and step away, if anything was inside it would definitely have noticed by now... You keep your gun focused on the door at about chest height, but a minute passes without incident and halfway through the next you drop your pistol into a half guard and walk back towards the door. When nothing else hideous happens you open the door fully in one quick motion and enter, pistol leading. [Observation 4+1]
The room is clear and neatly organized with a pleasing deficit of bodies, alive or dead. There are a couple of shelves on one wall, a small meal table packed into a corning, and largest of all in the room, an immersion chair. [Observation 4, 3 Intuition 5, 3+1 Luck 3 19/30. Above average result] You run a speed search through the shelves, mostly they contain a statuettes and awards but you also find a couple of energy cells in a box at one end. The rest of the room however seems devoid of objects that are useful to you.
---
James EvanJames didn't push off the dream- he wanted to talk to his shadow. Why had it eaten his ORientation, and why had he been able to pull those blades from nowhere?
You allow yourself to sink deeper into sleep, falling further into the recesses of your mind until the normal flickering dreams of half-sleep coalesce into the construct of the shadow. It takes you time to realize when you there though... things have changed a little. It isn't pretty.
The room is a bizarre fusion of the familiar apartment where it met you before and... a place you've never seen before. Impossible shapes and infinite angles seem to propagate where the ever shifting edges meet and twist. For a moment you fear that somehow the remnants of whatever the technocracy grew inside have grown out of control. Then you see him. You. Except it doesn't bear much resemblance to you now.
She stands an inch shorter than you, blond hair cut to her shoulders and a face that is a strange and not unpleasant fusion of your own face and Dominique's. There's something cold about her though, Dominique may be an engine of destruction and feminine violence personified, but she's anything but cold. This thing is... a weapon.
And it looks pretty pissed at you.
[Shadow Dex 2 Vs James Reflex 3] It charges at you, both hands grabbing for your collar in attempt to lift you off your feet. You're quick to grab her wrists however and keep the insane woman, thing, you, it, whatever, at arms length.
"What did you do to me?!" It screams at you, its dual toned voice hoarse and somehow ragged in the dream.
Uh. Well... This could take some explaining.
---
Ashley FeyAsh drags tarric out of the room with the tempting computors
"And now he's talking to his own shadow." Jordan observed as he watched Taric's progress towards consciousness, his voice deadpan.
"You said something about giving him a gun Harry?"You roll your eyes and walk over to Taric, [Str 5 Vs End 1] grabbing him by the back of the collar and hauling him bodily out of the room and back out into the light of the hall. The last thing you need now is to have him think he's a great hacker while he's still trying to sort out whether his fingers are edible or not.
Absently you wonder whether slapping him vigorously would help.
Relevant ItemsMemory Stick (Dom)
Broken Pad (Taric)
Ident Badge -Pyotr Ivanov- (Taric)
Ident Badge -Kira Masse- (Tarran)
Unpowered Pad (Tarran)
Health: 67/100
Charge: 125/150
Carried Weight: 96/200 (-25%)
Attire: Plain gray under-armor padding. [10lbs] Heavy Combat Armor, 93/150. [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: 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 81/150, 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. Exhausted.
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