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[Talarion]

"That is what happens to anything when they fall that far and land on their head." Varron smirked slightly, nodding as he floated aimlessly in midair. Rapidly, he begins accelerating, heading around the collapsing spiked walls and to the steel door at the south. He swerved this way and that to avoid his fellow students. As he neared the door, he rapidly reversed the gravity field around him, accelerating... backwards, now. In effect, he started slowing down, timing it so that he could land on the bridge after cancelling his gravity field. He looked back over the arena once he landed, raising an eyebrow. "A-.... Passable." His fellow students -  and teammates - had his approval, for now.

Go to the door and wait for it to open, then walk through.

[HmH]

I really like this one, but I don't want it to be "shoot this, shoot that" etc.

Well, that's combat, there's little else to do about it. Doing anything that relies on other players' success is too risky, because it decreases the chance of success dramatically, and there's a limit to what players can do on their own.
If you want to spice things up without spoon-feeding the players new opportunities, then creating a system to encourage teamwork may be a good idea. If powerful enough to be worth the effort, teamworking will make combat more intricate than just "shoot this, shoot that", and, as a side effect, will cause players to interact with each other more often.

Also, how can I make the intermissions a bit more interesting? As in, when there is no clear objective other than "go to point a to find out what to do?"

As a player, I've noticed that including interactive details into the narrative does a lot to provide opportunities for the party, thus making both combat and non-combat more interesting. In other words, when the players walk onto a street, GMs who say that there are "a tavern, an alchemist's shop, an armorsmithy and a tall black tower with a lightning rod on top of it" tend to have better games than those who only mention a tavern. Such games also tend to get derailed a lot, though, but at least it's the fun sort of derailing.
Amatin wiped the froth from his mouth. Battle rage, so common in Seathunders, made him deadly in close quarters combat, but also caused him to rush into things without thinking - he had to stop shooting to make sure he doesn't do something stupid. That caused all sorts of incidents: for example, once, while trying to corner a Koritan Tiger, Amatin ordered his team to "Eliminate all witnesses! Start with the women and children!", even though the intended meaning was along the lines of "get the civilians somewhere without windows, it's about to rain guts and I don't want them to see that". Fortunately, the squad's second-in-command knew about Amatin's condition and corrected the order before it was too late.
Take a laser cannon from one of the androids, pick up all of the ballistic ammo lying around and harvest the dragon's fangs. Then leave.

[wolfchild]

Herros realised that Milia Might have an atatchment to that bow of hers, so on the way to the lab her decided to strike up a conversation

"Hey you faught pretty well back there, you must be very good do that much damage with such a primitive divice. I was thinking of making a better bow for you ... don't worry you would still use it the same, but you would find it easier to put power behind it, just wanted to make sure u were not attatched to you're current bow is all"

[Dwarmin]

"So... you're a mechanic then?" she said, returning to his story.

Cole wondered a moment. He didn't really call himself anything.

"You could call me that. I'm also a tinker, thief, mercenary, scrapper, janitor and combat engineer, among other things. I do what I have to do to earn passage from one job to the next, no more, no less."


Jaffar Cole then gingerly stripped the braincase out of the last android-he had been carefully working the entire conversation. He held it up and inspected it. This bio-mechanical stuff, he didn't actually know about-it was new to him, at least. He was very eager to sink his tools into it.

He looked back up to Kayle. He heard her speak of her accomplishments. She seemed to be a career military women. Destined for a glorious death, in any case.

"Sense life...I guess that explains how you saw the Dragon before any of us. Sounds pretty useful to have in a pinch. You said you took an entire ship? That's pretty impressive. I've gone on a few those of myself-Metalheads usually need tech guys like me to disable defenses and open doors and whatnot. To be fair, I was mostly there to cleanup what the Marines slagged all to Hell...
"

He remembered that all too well. The local government was arresting some local smugglers, and he had been hired to help take the ship. It was a bloody mess-half the marines boarding pods refused to engage and he ended up cutting his way to one of them while the others died of exposure. On the ship, it seemed the Marines couldn't go a foot without hitting a sniper in a rat hole or a laser trip wire cutting off someones ankle. Nasty business. Jaffar Cole has got to use his mace that day-some crazy pirate hopped on Horka Dust had jumped at him point blank, bleeding red and black from his sinuses. Crazy bastard had been hiding in the rafters above Jaffar, like it was some gorram Horror movie. Well, he had won that day. He might have broken a rib, but he walked away, and that guy didn't.

He though, If this Kayle Silvertaugh has done such a thing as that without suffering grievous losses, then he could probably trust her..,the fact that she led from the front impressed him. Some general on a swivel chair, making decisions without seeing the consequences, tends to lose his perspective-maybe thinks it's a board game, instead of peoples lives.

He grunted.

"Well, are you going to take any trophies to hang over your fireplace? I see that Blue Aroth fellow is already going to town on the Dragons teeth."

He chuckled a bit. No one had fireplaces in Space-maybe it could be considered absurdist humor?

[_DivideByZero_]

Nice narratives... actually, they're quite amazing

But one thing, just saying--why wouldn't anyone have a fireplace, at least planetside? They might not be efficient, but they look nice
You're right that you wouldn't have one in space though, obviously.

[Errol]

OOC: Pheeeew. Actually, I wasn't really signing up for roleplaying, as I find it exhausting to write and read ten paragraphs each update, but don't worry about that when writing your stuff (it is well written, I think). This seems to be a good RtD and I'm not the kind of guy to flunk out on such minor stuff.

I've GM'd and shamefully abandoned (by ceasing to update) a few RtDs before, and from my experiences... leave the players a lot of leeway to do what they want, keep the plot fluid - but stick to your plan. You've got to find your middle between railroading and completely free-form. You're going to want a main plot and you're going to want to not let go of that fact. Therefore, you should try to limit intermission time and sooner or later guide everyone back into some sort of group event. Avoid splitting the party. Strategically placed humorous elements, of course, are always welcome, but this seems to be a more serious kind of RtD.

OOC end.

Milia was relieved that the examination had ended and that they had scored that well. Not perfect, but she hadn't really expected to score perfect either. Now that the threat had ended, she would start recollecting her arrows and counting her kills.
Milia noticed that Herros tried to strike up a conversation or something. Her language skills were not the best, which hampered understanding somewhat. Even after attending the academy for that long a time, she wasn't fluent in the common language because she neither had talent for languages nor did she associate and socialize with people much, being much more of a nature person herself. She had been quite a bit scared of moving to the big city at first, but she had woved to see as much of the galaxy as possible, so she had faced her fears.
"Excuse me, but could you repeate that again?"
Herros wasn't easy to understand too, but after a bit of time Milia understood that Herros offered to make her a new bow. If that was an attempt at getting closer to her, she wasn't interested, but she at least wanted to see just how good at crafting he was. She doubted that he had much experience in making a bow. So many things are to be considered. Her own had been made by the most experienced craftsman and bowyer of her enclave, and she felt a little sting. He had been a good man. But everything has an end.
"Please, go aheade. This bow has been precious to me, but it mighte be time to move on. I doubt that your attempt at an bow will be worthe much, but I might thinke of you too lowly."
Someone calling her bow, such a gracious and elegant weapon and craft, a primitive tool probably should prove that he's truly better. She was aware that she issued a challenge to the mechanic, and she hoped that he would accept and prove her wrong.
Oh, right. She almost forgot to retrieve her arrows.

Action: Retrieve arrows, do kill count, prepare to leave.

OOC again: Pheeeew, don't expect that sort of wordiness from me too often. That's almost as bad as GMing.

[Dwarmin]

OOC: Yeah?

For reference, I'll add any Lore I assume or make up under a bullet list for you to incorporate into the game, change it as you will or ignore completely.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Polaris

• Polarians are often sort of old fashioned and traditional in diplomacy, which can make them make them off putting to others.
• In polite society..
  -A man raising his right hand to his collarbone and tapping it three times is a greeting to a Female of his age group-being roughly defined as about 10 years your senior or less. It's considered a bit risque to do this a total stranger, as it usually means...something else entirely. Self outcasts like Jaffar Cole tend to do it informally to all women.
  -A women greets other women with fore and middle finger pointed to the forehead, then extended out palm down
  -There is no formal greeting from women to man, or man to man, beyond the universal handshake or salute
• The colony fleet that orginally ferried the Polarians to their new home went thought lots of hardships-it colors modern Polaris society today, giving them a certain "the journey is more important than the destination" sort of thinking.

Cyrians

• Some, but not all Cyrians, are fanatics, Spare Pirates and deadly enemies that rarely take prisoners. Their rallying cry is "ALL HAIL CYRUS!"

Misc.

• Voracious PsychoRoach: A common and deadly pest, the PsychoRoach is a hyper-evolved version of the normal roach. When it eventually spread to stars alongside Humanity, it began to change to suit it's enviroment. The result, is a giant cockroach usually about the size of an Earth Horse-though their size can vary wildly depending on what and how much they have to eat. The biggest ones recorded rival Earth Elephants.
  
  It's called voracious for a reason. PsychoRoaches viciously consume whatever they can find-flesh, bone, metal, plastic, wood, stone...making them excellent for garbage disposal, and they are usually found in dark, dirty places like junkyards and sewers. They are also extremely territorial. Those who own scrapyards usually keep a score of these creatures on hand, easily controlled by psi-control collars, to deter scrap thieves.
  
  Physically, they are very difficult to kill-immunity to hard radiation and chemicals, along with the resilience of an insect that feels no pain or fear, and can keep moving even when you blow it in half.
  
  

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[_DivideByZero_]

OOC:

Your lore is surprisingly similar to what I had in mind, although more in-depth. Nice writing, actually, you're really good at this.

I usually try not to reference real-life Earth to avoid cliches, but that's primarily because I've tried countless times to write up a prologue outlining how the races got here in the first place. They all sounded quite awkward, so I just gave up on that and decided I'd try to distance myself from real-life. I actually do have ideas of what Terrans are going to be, but they're pretty much limited to Earth and mostly isolated.

Spoiler: Basic Plot Outline? (click to show/hide)

The Colonization:

• Earth is the original home of the human race.
• Five colony ships--Centauri, Ross, Arcturus, Polaris, and Sirius--were built as a testament to mankind's engineering prowess. Construction began in 2024 and took seventy years to complete. Various factors hindered the construction, but as new technologies were developed to counteract natural disasters, construction of the five resumed.
• When the colony ship program first began, governments worldwide began to implement new political measures under the justification that anyone who disagrees can be stuck in a colony ship and sent off.
• Governments began to more-or-less unite in the footsteps of the European Union. Wars settled down and nations started to more-or-less coexist.
• When the colony ships left in 2100, an interplanetary navy formed to escort the colony ships out of the system. Some crews volunteered to escort the colonies all the way to their destinations, essentially travelling in the colony ship's hyperspace wake.
• The navy expanded its ranks as piracy inevitably became more prevalent throughout the system. Asteroid mining became more lucrative than on Earth, resulting in a steady economic boom as more companies formed to exploit the asteroid belt's natural resources.
• In 2105, the Centauri arrived at its target star, Proxima Centauri. Prior to 2020, it was thought to be a barren system without resources. From that year on, a habitable planet was discovered and the future colonists managed to safely settle on the surface.
• In 2110, the Sirius crash-landed on its target planet. All communication was lost (communication at this time was conducted using hyperspace probes, which carried messages faster than light) and the colony ship was presumed destroyed within a year. A mass memorial was held on Earth in various countries to honor the presumed dead.
• A year after the crash, in 2111 the Ross arrived at Ross 154. Scans of the system revealed two habitable planets, Ross Major and Minor. The colony ship was damaged by an asteroid and was forced to make an emergency landing on Ross Minor--a temporary setback. Colonization of Ross Major commenced about a decade later.
• The fourth colony ship to arrive, the Arcturus, did so in 2140, but suffered a major system failure due to a completely unexpected virus mid-transit. Nearly all data assets were purged as a result, including starmaps and instructions. The location of Sol was also lost, so no communications could be established. Fortunately, when expected date of arrival came, the colony on Arcturus was contacted from Earth, and previous notions that the colony ship was lost were disregarded. The colony called themselves the Aroth as a direct result of losing language records. The population agreed to choose a name that would stand out for centuries to come.
• In 2150, a man known as Mikail Cyrus assembled the remnants of the Sirius under his own name. A new dynasty was born decades after the inhabitants of Sirius were forced to return to a tribal-like state where bands led by chieftains prowled the surface of the planet. Though ruthless, Cyrus united the colony and forced its industrialization, allowing it to catch up to the other nations. Their arrogant mindset pushed them onwards to recover from the crash, and and less than four years later, a message was sent to Earth, containing but one phrase: "Cyrus lives!"
  The zeal which the Cyrians had for their nation led to numerous groups of fanatics arising out of nothing, maligning the Cyrians as thieves and Pirates. Their damaged reputation far outlasted Cyrus himself.
• The last colony ship to arrive was Polaris, over a full hundred years after launch in 2202. Despite this, all of science had dictated that it would take no less than four hundred with current forms of travel, but the Polarians knew better than to sit there and wait. In 2147, a man--whose name has since eluded records--managed to find a way to boost the ship's top speed tremendously. The previous colony ships had used hyperspace solely as a means to accelerate to near light speed. It was deemed a great risk to remain in hyperspace for too long, as an unexpected gravity well could shift a vessel's course and the resulting shift could lead to being lost in space. However, The mysterious individual managed to somehow shift the vessel into a higher plane of reality during hyperspace transit, thus avoiding any gravity wells that would otherwise cause major problems. The amount of energy required was immense, and where this energy came from is still a mystery beyond comprehension.
• Today, it is the year 2999. The start of a new year is usually when corporations unveil new technologies, but a certain archaeology team claimed they found something that would revolutionize all of science. They plan to reveal it on Planet Centauri in a mere 7 days, the amount of time before planet Earth once again finishes its orbit. Some still wonder why Earth years are still used--the common answer, of course, is for simplicity's sake.

[SeriousConcentrate]

As a GM of him myself, I can speak from experience when saying Dwarmin's good at coming up with things you'll want to stealthily work into the lore/plot and try to act like you'd planned them all along. :3

Kayle laughed. "We could have used a tech guy! I swear that the combat was the smoothest part of that mission. Every door was sealed down and we had to go through the monotonous, time-consuming task of finding keycards and passcodes on our fallen enemies. It took ages and if we hadn't had to have done it we could have gotten in, caught all the pirates by surprise, and been home in time for a promotion rather than continually having to fight battles of attrition because they had managed to fortify each area fairly well." She wasn't all that bitter; the fighting had been fun and a good test of their skills, but the operation wasn't as efficient as she would have liked.

"Aye, that's what I do. It doesn't interfere with my vision normally, but were I to do this -" she lifted her helmet so it covered her face "-then I would see you as a pure red silhouette. It's very useful." Even through the neosteel helmet, she could see Jaffar working on the android slowly and methodically. She lowered the helmet again, since it would be impolite and even a bit silly to keep hiding behind it while she spoke. He asked of trophies, and she shook her head. "No, I usually only take the IDs of my fallen allies. It is honorable to bring them back to the General so they can be placed with the others. You do have a good idea, though; I think I'll look around and see if I can find any more ammo for my rifle. We will speak more later?" she said, leaving it open for refusal so as to be polite. Some of the enemies had fired energy weapons, so she went to one of the corpses and checked its ammunition to see if it was compatible. If not, she'd just take the rifle. She could always use another weapon, just in case.

[Dwarmin]

"Well, any time would be a pleasure, Kayle. Your not like alot of met...er, women I've met before. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
Jaffar figured he could stop calling her "Metalhead". Polarics could be so condescending.

He began prodding an androids legs, making it spark and twitch. Interesting-it used some sort of flexible silvery wire that replicated muscle fiber-and smelled faintly of...bananas? What the...

Jaffar cut off a piece, and spooled it up carefully into a small drum like a fishing line. Well, he would have plenty of time to inspect all this stuff later, he hoped.

Spoiler: Lore! (click to show/hide)

• Metalheads:

A slightly disparaging Polaric term for a heavily armored warrior. Polarics themselves tend to favor agility and precision over heavy armor and firepower.

• Horka Dust:

Just one of countless sorts of illegal hallucinogenic substances you can buy on the black market, Horka dust is sifted from the ground of Planet Horka, which is known for it's variety of semi-sentient plants and fungus. The dust is a composite of all sorts of plant and fungal spores, gathered by the planets occasional high wind storms, crushed into balls, and deposited for easy collection. It can be snorted, or injected directly into the bloodstream, and it produces...extreme hallucinations, Euphoric or Nightmarish, sometimes both at once. Sort of like playing roulette with a revolver, you never know what will happen...you could go to Heaven....you could go to Hell.

Long term abuse causes jaundiced skin, missing teeth, blindness, and makes the sinuses to bleed red and black pus, usually from multiple opportunistic infections from the spores. The user, in a state of high, feels little pain, no fear, yet retains a feral, animal cunning that allows them to remain combat effective, to an extent. When faced with death or capture, many a criminal will take a gram though the sinus cavity, and go out in a blaze of Hellish glory.

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[jakeread1]

OH GOD THE READING!!
Grab one of those guns and some ammo and reclaim that obsidian. Then leave the arena of pointy walls

[Dwarmin]

Fricken' bump man!

[Talarion]

Fricken' bump man!

QFT?

[_DivideByZero_]

Ah yes, sorry about that. My cousin came yesterday, and I already had the actions written up. I'll just write the game event and it should be good.

[_DivideByZero_]

Roll 9

Locations:
Centauri University of the Unknown
-Exam Arena
-Military hall (Everyone)

Actions:

Lots of stuff.

Kayle Silvertaugh-[3] Kayle sheathed her blade and took off her helmet. The smell of burnt, charred flesh lingered in the air from the charred, mutilated corpse of one of the lizards. Even after it had cooled down, the musty odor of blood and gore continued to try her senses. This was a smell she was familiar with, though. After years of combat experience, no amount of blood could dampen her senses. Her will was too strong to be broken by a mere gust of smell.
Kayle walked over to a robot to check if the enemy had been carrying some energy cells destined for her laser rifle. She found a few cells in one of the bodies, but most of them were too heavily damaged from combat and none of them had Cyrian-level craftsmanship. They'd work, but they wouldn't be as effective.
Making her way to the bridge, she turned to Jaffar, who was busy scavenging some useful-looking parts from what's left of the battlefield.

Jaffar turned to face her, still holding a startlingly realistic eyeball by the back wire, a brown kidney-shaped fuel filter in his other hand.

...LONG EXPOSITION ENSUES...

Afterwards, the two agreed to talk later while Jaffar looks for some more parts.

Lots. Of. Stuff.

Jaffar Cole-[6] Jaffar began prodding at a nearby android. He got out a small knife from his toolbox and was pleased to feel the robot's armor give way without any hindrance. He revealed its skeleton and inner workings--slightly less realistic than the outside, but still modeled around human sections. Except for apparati such as the fusion cell, of course, which was located in place of the stomach. He removed the bolts holding the fusion cell in place, and lifted it out. Satisfied to hear it hum with the intensity of thousands of nuclear reactions occurring at once. He flipped the emergency switch, and turned it off before disconnecting it from the fuel tank.
Jaffar wondered what kind of fuel the cell used. Most fusion reactors ran on either tritium and deuterium or simply deuterium. But this fuel tank was too light to hold deuterium. He held it sot ha the light reflected off of the metal label, which read:
Experimental 3He, 5lr
Huh. The tank felt impossibly light, certainly too light to power a fusion cell. Jaffar failed to identity the term "3He," but he placed the cell and its supply tank in his backpack anyway and closed the zipper. Jaffar continued to butcher the robot, excavating various components such as joints, eyes, muscle fibers, and the like from the fallen robot's corpse. He removed a strange silvery wire, one that smelled almost like...bananas? He rolled it up and placed it in a storage drum like a fishing line, before finishing his work.

Collect spare ammo from the robots.

Caplus Orange-[5] Caplus collects a few extra magazines from the enemies and stuffs them in his suit's ammo compartment.

Grab one of those guns and some ammo and reclaim that obsidian. Then leave the arena of pointy walls

Ivan the Adventurer-Ivan reached for a gun, but couldn't put his finger around the trigger due to his fingers being bandaged. He was forced to use his elbows to pick up the gun.

Herros Takes a second to use energy surge to recharge his Rifle, then he starts picking up pieces of robot and lizzard, "Don't want to waste good resources" Once somewhere that could possibly be called a workshop, herros creates a mechanically assisted recurve bow, the bones from the lizard make the flexible shaft, with metal re-inforcing it and pullies to enable easier pulling of the chord. A cappacitor will electrically charge the arrows as they are shot

Herros Machlan-[4+1] Herros walked over to the field of dead bodies and proceeded to tear the dragon's flesh open with the intent of acquiring some bones. After wrestling out the poor thing's rib cage, Herros picked out four prime ribs and got to work with some gears and metal pieces that he acquired from the robots. He didn't have all the equipment he needed, such as drills and cutting tools--and he didn't have a bowstring, but other than that he had the materials needed. After some time, he was able to carve and arrange the ribs into a compound bow shape as well as sketch out some plans for the whole thing so that he can focus on it later.
Acquired Bow Plans!

Action: Retrieve arrows, do kill count, prepare to leave.

Milia Kurasaki-Milia took some time to scan the battlefield in order to retrieve some of her arrows. Walked past Herros and caught him trying to wrestle open a rib cage with his hands. Herros noticed Milia a bit late, but when he did he called out to her and walked over with four large, bloody ribs in his hands.
"I was thinking I could make you a new bow, a stronger, better one. I managed to acquire some dragon bone, and from the looks of it, it has some very respectable elastic properties. I think it'll work well as the frame of a compound bow."
To his surprise, Milia didn't say anything. She took a moment to think about what he just said. Herros believed he could outdo her enclaves best craftsman?
"Wait, say that again."
"I think I can make you a more powerful bow."
Yup. That's what he wanted.
"I'll have you know that my bow was made by the best craftsman I know. I really doubt your attempt will be any better. However, you can go ahead and try, I'd like to see what you're capable of."

[5] After that, Milia collected three arrows and recalled her kills--one dragon, three lizards, and one android. Decent, she guessed. She did manage to take out the arrows without damaging them. Gained Arrow Recovery +1

Take a laser cannon from one of the androids, pick up all of the ballistic ammo lying around and harvest the dragon's fangs. Then leave.

Amatin Seathunder-Amatin spent some time grabbing a laser rifle and some ammunition, before taking a set of dragon fangs from the dragon's mouth and leaving.

Go to the door and wait for it to open, then walk through.

Varron Carse-Varron joins as...

GAME EVENT:

The eight proceeded to enter through the opening steel door. They were led to a series of utility corridors until they came to hatch on the floor. Their guide, opening the hatch with the flip of a switch on the wall, led them through the hatch as the hissing of pneumatics signaled the opening of the hatch.
The group came to a large circular room through its ceiling via a spiraling staircase that lined the walls. The room, held up by four large steel struts, was directly below the arena. There was a spiraling staircase in the middle, as well, which led to the primary stairwell. This is the place where everything is prepared beforehand. Today is the start of spring vacation at the university, so the room is mostly empty save for a lone soldier sharpening his/her sword on a grinder on the far side of the room. During the vacation, the halls are generally flooded with administrators and soldiers seeking training apart from the main courses, not with students.

This room is perfect for those planning to train in the arena above, but not for graduates. The guide led the group through the staircase in the middle, leading them to their destination--mostly--the university's rather impressive grand hall. The hallway was absolutely magnificent, with gleaming royal-red metal walls looming upwards to a pointed arch at the top. The sides were decorated with struts of Gold-Steel alloy, chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and rather nice-looking furniture decorated the room. The sides of the room housed doorways that led to their own respective wings of the university, with numerous windows into space being installed at the top. This was the university the group knew of.

Immediately, the group began to scan the area, looking for what to do. Ideally, they were supposed to head to the graduation ceremony at the other side of the hall. However, there was quite a bit to do--the university had facilities of almost every type, including a laboratory and a workshop, which were both down the hall. The Guide spoke up.
"Alright, ideally, you should head straight down the hall to get your diploma. You finished the... exam faster than we'd expected, though, and most of the audience hasn't arrived yet. Only some of them have, and it's not going to begin until all of the invited guests are here. That  means that you've got a little leeway to get something done here, be it to build something, look something up in the library, try an experiment on something else, whatever. We've even got a shooting range and a number of shops in the entrance wing. This place is practically a floating city if I do say so myself."

Spoiler: Character Sheets (click to show/hide)

Kayle Silvertaugh
Race: Cyrian
Traits: Strong | Overly Honest | Cyrian
Skills: Adept Marksman | Skilled Fighter | Competant Ambusher | Rusty Liar
Passive Abilities: Detection Field
Active Abilities: Drain Life
Armor: Black Bodysuit | Nanosteel Hazardous Environment Suit [19]
Equipped: GC MKIII Capacitance Laser Rifle [5] (24/30) | Custom VibroBlade (Sheathed) [5]
Inventory(42/150 kg)
Backpack [5]
-4x Reserve Oxygen Tank [4]
-10x High-Quality Class 12 Energy Cell [10]
-4x Class 12 Energy Cell (restores 25/30) [4]

Caplus Orange
Traits: Electromaniac | Debater | Ross
Skills: Novice Navigator | Proficent Repair | Adept Sniper | Proficent Gunslinger
Passive Abilities: Liberty Field
Active Abilities: EMP
Armor: Patriot Medium Power Armor [30]
Equipped: M45 Gauss Rifle (6/10) [14] (2-handed)
Inventory(78/125 kg):
HKM-40 UPP (10/30) [5]
Ruger Mark VII Laser Pistol (9/9) [3]
Backpack [5]
-Binoculars [2]
-Duct Tape [2]
-Wrench [1]
Magazine Belt [1]
-3x 20mm Gauss Magazine [9]
-7x Class 9 Energy Cell [3]
-7x 7mm UPP Magazine [3]

Herros Machlan
Traits: Wacky Tinker | Sociopath | Centauri
Skills: Talented Tinkerer | Adequate Ranged Weaponary | Not Observer | Not Judge of Intent | Rusty Manual Labour
Passive Ability: One Sided Tech
Active Ability: Energy Surge
Armour: 4C3 Herroid High Mobility Frame [25]
Equiped: V9R Patented Patent Pending Disruptor Gauntlet [3] | S1NGE Magnetically Coupled Particle Accelerator Rifle (203/300) [7]
Inventory(50/150 kg):
10x Class 15 Energy Cell [10]
Toolkit [3]
Dragon Bone Compound Bow 25% [2]
Bow Plans

Ivan
Traits: Curious | Hearty
Skills: Competent Striker | Competent Dodger | Competent Pacifier | Competant Armor-User | Competent Swimmer 
Passive Abilities: Must... Press.... Buttons...
Active Abilities: Randospelliousus
-Random Element Ball
Armor: Leather Cap | Leather Pants | Leather Jacket | Leather Shoes (All this [3])
Equipped: Silver Longsword [7]
Inventory(20/100 kg):
HKM-40 UPP (10/30) [5]
5x Stone [2]
20x Strawberry [1]
Health:
Both Arms
Upper Body
Left Leg

Milia Kurasaki
Traits: Deadeye | Nervous | Aroth | Backwater Aroth
Skills: Adept Archer | Adequate Tracker | Adequate Dodger |  Adequate First Aid | Adequate Arrow Recovery
Passive Abilities: Heightened Senses
Active Abilities: Imbue Shot
Armor: Leather Quiver [7] | Sturdy Clothing | Anti-Ballistics Barrier Shirt [2]
Equipped: Well-crafted Longbow [3]
Hunting Knife [1] (Sheathed)
Inventory(15/100 kg):
6x Bandaid
Herbal Medicine [1]
Disinfectant Spray (3/3) [1]

Amatin Seathunder
Traits: Point-Blank Fighter | Prone to Rage | Aroth
Skills: Talented Leader | Talented Explosives User | Rusty Stealth | Rusty Diplomacy
Passive Abilities: Fearsome Presence
Active Abilities: Detonate
Armor: Impact Suppression Pads ASP02 [5] | Heat-Insulation Suit AIS15 [3]
Equipped: Durgen Industries Impact Hammer [8]
Inventory(56/100 kg):
HKM-40 UPP (15/30) [5]
Revolver Missile Launcher WRL93 (3/6) [4]
NovaTech Direct Conduit Laser Projector (50/25) [7]
6x 7mm UPP Magazine [3]
2x Class 12 Energy Cells [2]
1x Class 15 Energy Cell [1]
3x 50mm Heat-Seeking Missile [6]
1x Lead Brick [10]
Durgen Industries Loudspeaker [2]
Durgen Industries Superglue
4x Dragon Fangs

Jaffar Cole
Traits: Thrives on Tension | Low Born | Polaric
Skills: Proficent Repair | Proficient Fighter | Talented Scavenger | Proficient Tinkerer | Diplomacy | Not Dodger
Passive Abilities: Toxin Resistance
Active Abilities: Heartless
Armor: Blue Jumpsuit | Hanover Lt-13 Engineers RIG [10]
Equipped: Tangiers XX Sonic Mace [4]
Inventory(51/100 kg):
MiliTech B4Z O-0KA (0/1) [4]
Blastech Plasma Energy Bolter (45/50) [10]
Unidentified Fusion Cell [8]
5lr 3He Tank [3]
Utility Belt
-2x 70mm Shrapnel Rocket [2]
-2x 70mm AT Rocket [2]
-1x 70mm HE Rocket [1]
-Anti-Radiation Pills (4/4) [1]
-Plasma Recharger Sphere (5/5) [5]
-Toolbox
--Holo-Mapping System (currently empty)
--4x Oxygen Tank [4]
--Spacer's Rations (3/3) [2]

Varron Carse
Traits: Reactionary | Headstrong | Polaric
Skills: Skilled Melee Fighter | Talented Dodger | Competant Armor User | Competant Gunslinger
Passive Abilities: Motion Sense
Active Abilities: Gravitokinesis
Armor: Clothing | Cobalt Steel Plating [14]
Equipped: X-12 PPC (11/15) [4] | ExxTech VibroBlade (Sheathed) [5]
Inventory(32/100 kg):
Backpack [5]
-Plasma Recharger Sphere (5/5) [5]
-Rations (10/10) [4]