Tarran Smith"Ashley, Harry, Jordan, stand down, I worked out a 'Truce' with a deadhead that should take five minutes to get through. Stop shooting, and wait, so we can see if he was lying or not."
Wait for five minutes.
Also, I just realized I forgot to where the room they wanted to be opened was. Derp. I'll have to go back there and ask.
[charisma 5+1-1] You yell for Ashley and her men to stand down as you approach, despite not being their CO or even anything more than an ally of circumstance all three of them duck out of firing positions instantaneously, obeying the order before they even realize where it's from. Eat that Sizier, you were born to lead.
Ashley is of course rightfully inquisitive (to put it mildly) as to why you just ordered her men to stop shooting. Telling her that you just negotiated a truce does nothing to improve her mood. The conversation goes sharply downhill from there.
(Ashley will have to make a charisma check (difficulty 3) to override Tarran's order on her own men.)
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Ashley FeyReload, "A truce? with whom? If you mean who i think you mean you had better have a REAL GOOD explanation"
You stare disbelievingly at Captain Smith as he explains how he just decided to negotiated a truce with the most insane and dangerous thing you've ever heard of with a single deadhead, alone, in back room, where no one could see him. The man doesn't even know what he's fighting against and he's willing to talk to the damn thing as if it were a reasonable being.
You express you chagrin with his complete idiocy as politely as you're able, in the end he refuses to apologize for the truce and ends up blaming you for not being present. You resist the urge to punch him in the throat by reloading your rifle as slowly and precisely as possible.
The snipers in the hall are quiet, whether because they don't see anything worth putting a hole in or whether Tarran's 'truce' is good remains to be seen.
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Taric Sizier"It's coming from the walls themselves. You think you can get a bead on it? bloody thing is blanketing me out..."
You stare in Dominique's direction blankly when she informs you that she left her power-tools with some mites, this is probably one of those things that makes sense in context or it's a joke that you don't get. Either way it's irrelevant, she doesn't have the tools to break the wall down without crushing whoever is inside and you're having trouble narrowing it down to anything specific... [P.Empathetics 3] Listening psychically to every little nuance in the current of terror in the room you're able to narrow it down to the far wall, where on the far wall however is a matter of some mental debate.
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Dominique WakemanDom looked around. "Sorry, left all my power tools in the tunnels under a tower with some mites. I might could knock 'em down with my mind but anybody in 'em will be flattened." She shrugged. "Uh, anywhere, like, specific you feel this shit coming from? Maybe I could just break that part open or somethin'..."
Knocking down wall randomly might be possible with your growing abilities, but it certainly wouldn't help whoever was inside said walls when you started tearing them apart. Taric is however able to give you a specific wall after a moment of thinking and you step carefully around the mostly liquified deadhead and inspect the wall. [Observation 3+1] It is roughly eight feet tall, quite solid looking, and it meets with the floor and ceiling at right angles, all good traits for a wall to have. As with back on the unchained base the solid metal blocks your senses of whatever lies on the other side, making your best method of finding unseen objects useless. [intuition 3+2, profession] You're about to walk away when you notice a pair of slim metal gouges etched into the wall at about knee height, squatting down you run your fingers over them in recognition. Maintenance marks... Technocrats wouldn't want their workers to be using the main halls and getting seen by people who lived in rooms like these, they'd want them out of sight and out of mind.
[Str 3+1] You smash your boot into the mark, bringing a strained pop from the hatch's hidden lock and knocking it in enough that you see the near invisible seam where the door meets the wall.
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James EvanJames started to get suspicious, attempting to see if there was any problem with modifying the dream.
In light of the fact that you're having trouble recognizing places from your own memory you decide it might be a good plan to see how much control you still have. You grunt as if lifting a heavy weight, straining to make this something more familiar, something you know. [Will 2-1] The room doesn't even blur a little around the edges. Granted sometimes this was hard to do before you had extra people in your head, but this still can't be a good sign.
You're somewhat surprised by the sound of breaking glass from behind you, making you whip back around to find the picture of Dominique on the desk broken, the screen leaking iridescent liquid from a massive crack on its face. Of slightly more concern however is the black tendril that did the breaking, it's about as thick as your wrist and tens of feet long, its trunk disappearing back into the floor on the other side of the desk. A dozen smaller tendrils sprout from it, growing and splitting as you watch like some kind of bizarre vine.
You feel a little cold inside just looking at it.
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BlightJame's body followed Tarran out of the room, he'd wanted to be followed. He'd asked using a system of body language indicating friendship or at least camaraderie between them. [E/O 4] He'd die first, friends were weakness, they got you hurt and worse. You'd become this because of trust, but now you were strong enough that you didn't need trust anymore. They'd locked you away for years and years, testing, twisting, burning. Now it was time to burn back.
Footsteps quiet and precise the thing that was not James followed Tarran, freedom was in it's grasp.
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 [30/30 18lbs]
4.73 mm Caseless box mags x1
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: Half Charge 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 x3
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. Controlled.
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Topic: Deviation-22. The End of All Things. (Read 528945 times)