Tarran SmithTarran kept the gun on him.
"What kind of deal? Don't try bullshitting me because I've had enough being fooled for a lifetime and I'm not afraid to pump you full of bullets if I notice even a slight lie or absence of details."
"Also, who or what is your... 'Father'?"
Say the above.
"What kind of deal?" You growl at the clone
"Don't try bullshitting me because I've had enough being fooled for a lifetime and I'm not afraid to pump you full of bullets if I notice even a slight lie or absence of details." In all honesty shooting it would probably vent some stress, you've had just about enough of holier-than-thou's foisting grand plans on you, the Technocracy, the Matriarch, the Father, and now this joker.
[Intimidate Auto-fail] The clone doesn't even blink as you threaten its life.
"Killing me would do you no good, I would merely be brought back to serve again. I have defeated death, I am immortal." It says, looking at you through the same dead eyes as the rest of the security guard.
"Besides," It adds with the first trace of humor you've heard from it yet
"you've already killed me once." He shakes his head wryly.
"But that was not the nature of your question, the task you were offered... How to explain it to you... There are many rooms in this facility, and more information than one pair of eyes could see in a lifetime. Each room and each piece of information however has a door that must be opened before it can be accessed." He says, looking at you intently.
"There is a door that we cannot open. Some of you however, can. Open the door and we will let you and the fallen take what is yours and leave amicably. We will not follow or lay any trace on you. If you accept your way will be shown to you under truce, and you will leave under truce. These are our terms."Well that's interesting... Now way to know he doesn't plan on calling a dozen of those bio-armored soldiers out on you from behind if you accept and wander around under 'truce' though.
"I need a moment to consider, in the meantime who or what is your... 'Father'?" [Tarran Gather information 3 Vs Will 4] The deadhead shrugs.
"He merely is. Describing him to you would be as impossible as describing the concept of gravity to a tachyon, even assuming it could understand." ---
Dominique WakemanDom took the energy cells. If one of her guns couldn't use them, maybe someone else could. Looks like this place is cashed. Maybe I should rejoin the rest, a girl could get herself in trouble out here alone. A bar fight? Yeah, she could handle herself. Squad-based gunplay? Might be nice to have boss and the others watching her back. She left the room and headed back towards where she thought Tarran had went to save Taric.
You grab the cells, you could never, ever have too many of these things lying around. Looking around the rest of the room you decide to leave its remaining door unopened and head back to the others, you're confident you can handle yourself out here but... Your sore reminds of what would happen if you
couldn't handle something by yourself for a moment, and heaven help you if there had been another of those things. The others probably need your help anyway, twenty on Taric spectacularly getting what he richly deserved.
Your exodus from the room is uneventful and your lithe form is able to squeeze through the bent door without incident. The corridor is much the same is it was, except for Ashley dragging Taric out from the adjoining room by the scruff of his neck...
---
Taric Sizier"Bloody hell, leggo of me!"
[Diplomacy 2 Vs Ashley will 3+1] You complain vigorously as Ash drags you out out of the room by the back of your gorget, despite your intelligent and reasonable argument she adamantly refuses to leggo your necko.
---
Ashley FeyYes, it would help
[Strength 4, 4, 3, 2, 4]
"Stop! Being! Such! A! Dumbass!" You snarl at Taric, punctuating each word with a blow from the back or front of your palm alternately. Your blows land with enough force to set his ears ringing and to put red imprints of your gauntleted hand on both of his cheeks.
You feel much better.
(Taric Reputation with Motherless sons -1, Taric Reputation with conclave -1)
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James EvanJames's... Mind in his avatar in his mind whirled and he realized something. "Hey, wait a minute, this is YOUR fault. Dom had been orienting me when YOU absorbed it and now that I see it, you absorbed some of her personality or what. I didn't do anything. YOU did."
"The fuck it's my fault!" She yells at you furiously, struggling to free her wrists from your hands. [Shadow Strength 5+1 Vs Str 5] She breaks one free and promptly attempts to slug you in the head with it. [Shadow Melee 2+1 Vs dodge 5] You promptly duck out of the way and use the momentum to lock her arm behind her. Normally you'd feel bad about doing this to a girl, but considering that she's both you AND trying to beat you up you decide to make an exception.
"I wasn't the one who asked for this!" She yells back over her shoulder at you, trying to break free.
"It was like being run over by the fucking gender-bender rail!""Shut up, let me think, and stop swearing!" You yell back at yourself as she struggles.
The situation however strikes you as oddly funny, you're in a dream, yelling at yourself to shut up and stop cussing, and your psyche is a girl. In retrospect you're pretty sure that if you'd just decided to have a normal career like cat-juggler or something then you would have had a much saner life right now.
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. Asleep.