Tarran SmithTarran cried out in pain and further rage as the bronze burnt him. His cries died down slower than they should, as he feels a sense of weakness and coldness from his injuries, which put out his burning rage. That didn't put out his sheer frustration, though. Ashley complaining did not improve his feelings towards Dom, which were already pretty shattered. He turned towards Ashley as he laid against the wall.
"You deal with Dom if you want to get her back, I've had enough of this shitty universe. I can't be bothered. Just... leave me alone."
Lay down and consider how much this universe sucks balls while trying to heal whatever wounds I have as best I can with the medpack.
Clutching your wounded arm you slump back down against the wall. You've never been in worse than this... Before if you screwed up there were wanted bulletins flashing across local newsboards, and peacekeepers patrols beating the proverbial bushes. Now, well now you're going to die in a dark hole where nobody on earth will ever hear or even think your name again.
Still lost in dark thoughts you take out your med-kit and strip off your armored glove, wincing slightly as it peals away from the burned flesh. [Int 2+1, Dex 3+1, Fight 5, Luck 3 Treatment 15/20] You treat the wound mechanically, your mind still lost in a quagmire of self doubt and depression.
[Will 2+1] You could really use a hug.
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Ashley FeyAshley Goes through her head the disposition of the immortals, and how she would have to place the incendiaries to take them all out at once, she talks to her squad about this too so they can tell her if she overlooked anything or if she was being an idiot
Your last frail thread of patience snaps as Smith resigns himself to a pity puddle in the corner.
"That's it," you growl through clenched teeth. You've been patient beyond all reason, you've been accommodating, you've shown an acceptable degree of friendliness. Now it was time for action.
"Congratulations Jordan, it's going to be blood and fire after all." Motioning for Jordan and Harry to step in you call your entire team into a huddle. [Int 1, 4+1, 3+1] You're still too pissed to think straight, but both Jordan and Harry seem to be in good senses.
"Best course of action is to take them in a rush. They've given us an inch with this 'truce', let's take the whole damn mile," Jordan says with a surprisingly wicked gleam in his eye.
"Harry can drop both of his grenades at once before they can take cover. We'll use the corners of the intersection to shield us from the blast, and then we can butcher them while they're still picking their organs off the floor when the blast clears." Harry frowns for a moment and then shakes his head.
"You're not geared for it. You're set for surgery, not butchery." He says, gesturing slightly to Jordan's rifle.
"Point," Jordan says with a grimace. Silence reigns for a moment before Jordan smiles slightly evilly once more.
"Harry, give me the grenades, I'll drop them. Then you and Fey can go full-auto, and I'll pick up the strays. What odds do you give harry?" "Six of them, three of us." Harry says slowly.
"Two grenades, the element of surprise, and Ash and I burning them with everything we've got before they can react?" He shrugs once.
"I give us three chances in five of pulling it off without serious complications, IF we patch up first."(Your regenerate 5hp)
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Dominique Wakeman"All right. Well, if you can't do anything about it, maybe I can just break the fuckin' thing open." Dom also got out a ration and munched on it idly while waiting to see if Jake had anything to say.
You pull out a ration from your pack, and invite Jake to come out of the shaft while Taric continues working. [Stamina 3+1] (1 ration consumed, +12 stamina)
"Well, we got some time to kill while Sizier cracks that thing wide open," you say to Jake as soon as he clambers up into the room.
"Anything else you can tell us about this place to help, or d'you just wanna talk, or something?" Jake peers around the room for minute, wincing slightly even in the pale light of the holographic display.
"I... don't really know what I'd say. Carie would be able to tell you something, but they're all programmed to ignore non-technocrat staff. I really don't know if they'd work for you or not. I'm sorry I can't be mo-" "Woah, stop there," you say quickly.
"Who is Carie?" "Oh, uh," He stammers.
"I can't remember what the acronym actually means, but most of the rooms and labs have one. It controls most of the rooms functions. Lighting, humidity, temperature, that sort of thing." Oh. Well that might be helpful.
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Taric Sizier Taric tries to bypass the the encryption, Dismantling the security slowly but surely.
You stretch your fingers and get to work, digging into the edges of the outermost levels of the blanket security. [Mechanical 5+1 Vs Firewall 5] You severely underestimated this stuff on your first pass. This is not the 'meh' level of generic security present on most basic walls, this is the 'tricky as hell' level that technocrat high-rollers get. It's a good thing you're trickier. After a tense couple of minutes of false leads, dead ends, and close calls you crack the outer layer and slip inside.
The drive is just as sparse as the room outside, not a lot that you can get to from here without breaching additional security. You can access the personnel files for the station, a calendar system (clogged with numerous 'you are late!' warnings), and one set of personal notes. Everything else is still encrypted.
Where to start, where to start....
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James EvanOh crap, oh crap, it was James's head maybe James could unimagine them like he'd done with the dreamscape the Technocrats had forced upon him. And he tried that, attempting to will away the tentacles.
Your head pounds and your breath -unnecessary as it is here- rasps as you continue to stand your ground. You face the oncoming tendrils with nothing but a shotgun and a heart full of courage. [Will 2] You focus on willing away the dead-black tentacles, attempting to destroy by sheer force of will. The steady pound of the agony that pierces your skill obliterates any attempt to bring your mind to bear though, and the tendrils continue to grow at an alarming rate. In seconds they're going to be able to touch you, considering that everything else they touch just... vanishes, it might not be a bad idea to retreat.
The question is where to retreat to.
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Turn Recap Taric has successfully hacked something! x2
James really might be in trouble
Tarran is healing himself (
Warning: Your Health is Below 1/3)
Dominique is learning
Ash Is getting ready to blow shit up
Jordan is Following
Harry is Following
The escort is doing something unknown.
Relevant ItemsMemory Stick (Dom)
Broken Pad (Taric)
Ident Badge -Pyotr Ivanov- (Taric)
Ident Badge -Kira Masse- (Tarran)
Unpowered Pad (Tarran)
Blight
Health: Lightly wounded
Armor: None
Primary Weapon: Dreamspace Knife
Secondary Weapon: None
Health: 65/100
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: Badly Damaged
Charge: Three quarters 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, Orb Lightstand (35 lbs 12/20)
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 x4, Field Surgery kit 1/5, Advanced medical kit [3/5], basic medical supplies [3/5] , ORS pack 3/3.
Health: 91/115
Stamina: 24/115
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 x1
Unusual Pistol [?, 9lbs]
Basic medical kit (2/5) (5lbs)
Data storage drive [Romance novels]
Status: private room, tired. Pep Talk (-1 against Tarran) (5)
Health: 27/70
Stamina: 29/70
Carried Weight: 138/170 (-25%)
Attire: Technocrat Commander Dress uniform [11lbs] Standard Body armor, 66/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x7 (3 lbs)
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A4, E70, 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: Maintenance shaft top level, tired.
Health: 24/75
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 4/5 (5lbs)
1 .220 gauss clip (25)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A35, E70), 16lbs, in hand)
Status: Primary Staff quarters, Hall. Pep Talk (-1 against Dominique) (5)
Health: 28/75 (Dreamspace HP 121/200)
Stamina: 29/75
Carried weight: 105/200 (-25%)
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs] Light Body armor 32/50 [25lbs] (Dreamspace armor 70/100)
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10, 10lbs, in hand)
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)
(Dreamspace: Gargoyle Shotgun (5/6))
Status:Primary Staff quarters, Hall. Incredibly Smelly. In Agony, bonuses from skills are negated and attribute bonuses are halved (1) (
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