Started yesterday, finished today. Just realize that homework, school days, and visits with relatives all affect rolling.
Also, I didn't get an action from Wolfchild (not that he needs one atm), Amatin, or Talarion. Meh. Nothing too important for you guys this turn, other than the whole plan thing.
Roll 29
Locations:-Central Stairwell
-Exam Arena
-Military hall
-Training Rooms
-Firing Range
-Industrial Wing
--Laboratory
--Mechanics Workshop
--Ironworks
-Market Wing
-Library
-Unknown Engine Room
--Bottomless Pit
-Hallway
-Rally Point
[color=blue]Ross Enforcer (0/100, -1 Defense)
Ross Enforcer (Loot: 1x Large Rifle, rest unknown.)
Ross Enforcer (71/100, no defense at chest)[/color]
Engineer x7 (100 HP Each)
Engineer x13 (Loot: Various pistols and HEV suits. Search the engineer pile for a chance to acquire rare loot.)
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Willem Van Strignich (0/100)
----Initially----
Zakroff carried on the conversation for just a little longer, during which he had pulled out his old spider turret and armed it. He slipped in the power core, and programmed it to sneak up behind Willem and take him out from behind.
"I'm through with you! Get out and show yourself!"[5] Zakroff pushed the spider turret along to get it started, before drawing his pistols once more and firing off a few rounds to suppress Willem, who didn't even flinch. Willem responded with a hail of bullets, forcing Zakroff to stay behind cover. To his benefit however, Zakroff heard the sound of a light machine gun echo behind Willem. Willem turned around, taking
21 damage, giving Zakroff the opportunity to fire [4] times, hitting Willem in the back of the head for
74 damage! Willem fell to the ground, his helmet shattered and his head cracked open, with a thud.
Zakroff breathed a sigh of relief before walking up to his turret, yanking the power cell out and folding up the turret, putting it in his backpack. Now, he thought, he might have to deal with any guards that heard the crash. Unless, of course, he simply escapes unnoticed.
----Meanwhile----
Caplus twiddled his thumbs, waiting for Jaffar.
After a short while,
Jaffar came in, his hand clutched over the frenchman chip in his pocket. His face bore an almost-sinister smile. As with everyone else, though, his helmet was on and blah blah blah.
Caplus continued:
"Alright, open up.""No problem," replied the face as the door depressurized, revealing, on the other side, a small force of men in
Patriot gear, similar to his. Caplus could tell they were giving him odd looks, what with his helmet on. Nervous, he, Varron, and Jaffar proceeded past the coilgun emplacement at the end of the hall, turned around the corner, and reached a lager hall with lockers on either side. Proceeding through another door, the three found themselves in a large hub, consisting of a three-level stairwell inside a large metal room. Signs dotted the hallways that jutted out of the 3rd level. The second level appeared to have armories in the corners in case of problems. In the center on the bottom level was a bar... occupied by three soldiers with their disengaged helmets lying on the table below, drinking and talking about something incoherent at this distance.
The bartender looked up at the three, and made a hand signal, which Caplus identified as an invitation.
NOTE: Ignore the floors in the center of the middle story. The center is a large open space with a bar on the lower level and screens at the top.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the PAX Network morning show! Today we've invited a special guest to begin our presentation. Meet futurologist Ham Bellfer!
*Man sits down at desk*
Hello audience, today I'd like to bring up the coming of a new era of humanity. Most great thinkers have agreed that reconstruction is largely over. It took longer than expected to set up an organized society from almost nothing, but now, after centuries, we have two great nations: The Ross Republic and the Centauri Empire. Both are bastions of the success of civilization. Of course, the Aroth deserve credit for rediscovering practically everything we know in total isolation, with almost no natural resources to speak of. The Polarians have made major progress and many futurologists predict that within the next decade Polaris and its colonies will boast about half the population of the Centauri nation. The Cyrians... I prefer not to mention them.
Anyway, back to the point. Starting in 3000 AD, the galaxy will have officially transitioned into what is now called the Neo-Modern age. With the many flaws of previous modern societies mostly solved, such as poverty, immorality, and, to a lesser extent, corruption, we can now move forward from simply establishing the framework of a galactic civilization. Of course I'm exxagerating--there is still poverty, there is still immorality, and corruption runs rampant through certain governments, but these are at nowhere near the levels they were a millennium ago. One thousand years is a long time, and I'd say we used it well. Our society is freer then ever; people religious and non-religious live out their lives without being ridiculed by the other side. It's wonderful, really, how friendly things are, looking back at Earth. I'd know, I was alive back then. Heh.
*Camera switches to anchor*
In case none of you knew, Ham was one of the few individuals whose automatic cryo-waking procedures failed aboard the Ross. We're lucky to have him here today.
Back to you, Ham.
*Camera switches*
Thanks for that. Anyway, a new era means new questions. The first of such is government. We have three forms of government in this galaxy, two of which are thriving. All three are starkly different from the other. First, we have the Republic. The Ross are a great example. Our government is elected by the people, and there are procedures in place to make sure that the government acts according to what the people want. Then, their's Monarchy. Personally, i don't know how they've gotten this far, but the Centauri empire is, admittedly, the largest. However, it is worth stating that for the past few centuries, the Liberty Party has been dominating the polls. Recently, the Progressives managed to take the majority, and we're seeing various measures being taken to help convince the Centauri King to reduce his own power. The War Party has recently been formed, but the Progressives have stated time and time again that they will never resort to armed conflict to resolve these issues.
The third and final form of government is communism. As Ross, we have a natural-born duty to hate communism. That is all.
The next question is: what next? Well, this is simple to answer, as breakthroughs are being made in practically every field. The smart-phone market is making huge leaps, especially with three major Ross handset manufacturers and two Centauri ones. Weapons are constantly improving to protect the populace from the dangers of piracy. Furthermore, engineering has never been a more promising field. With spaceships being tested every day, more and more people are taking up jobs in the field of Stellar Nautics.
The final question is: what about Earth? Earth has not been contacted since 2542. Some thinkers believe Earth has fallen prey to its own conflicts, and that there is a breakdown of civilization. Others remain open. However, it is worth stating this again: No civilians are to plot a course for Sol. There has not been a single return from Earth since the last transmission in 2542. Stay safe, people.
We should get ready for the next era of civilization. Civilization will no longer stagnate in most aspects but rather once again begin to grow.
----Also----
Milia fumbled with the communicator, attempting to decode the various symbols and numerals on it... What's an 'Hz'? You can't even pronounce that!
Frustrated, she tapped on
Herro's shoulder to get his attention. Herros was carefully examining the rail gun for a seam in the casing. Surprised, he gave a quick yelp.
Just a split-second before Herros screamed, Milia had heard the checkpoint door shut in the distance. She heard Caplus' requests, everything. Luckily, Herros didn't compromise the squad's cover. The guards were hopefully under the impression that there was nobody left to enter.
She turned to Herros.
"Hey there, do you know what a huhzz is?""A what?""This thing right here..." she pointed to the symbol on the communicator.
"That's a hertz..."Her jaw dropped...
"You you know what, keep the bloody thing."The remaining squad in the room, namely, Amatin, Herros, Milia, and Kayle, proceeded to take up a position at the door. Herros rushed to the control panel.
(When he opens it, it will be a sneak attack on the enemy if you choose to shoot immediately. Watch out for the coilgun...)
Warning: Coilguns, naturally, having little contact with their 'barrel' to speak of during firing, do not heat up very quickly. This, combined with their compact ammunition size and the lack of propellant needed, means that once you get suppressed, you'll probably stay suppressed. Keep this in mind.)
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