Based on the game of the same name, the Anons shall follow a man who was picked up by the recruiters of Nanotrasen. In exchange for paying off all his debt, he shall serve Nanotrasen for 5 years as an indentured worker. With him you shall face Traitors, Changelings, Wizards, Cults, and the incompetence of your fellow crew members. In the end, Death is not the end of your service. Previous Quest was Otome Gone Wrong Quest, which has finished!https://youtu.be/FHH1vfY6HTA Standard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: Ordering those who are below you>Fellowship: Interacting with those who are equal to you>Conspiracy: Talking to those who are not on the best of fellowsIntellectual Skills>Technology: Messing with items that are held in the hand, such as computers and weapons. >Machines: Messing with things that cannot be held in the hand, such as APCs, Freezers, Autolaves, and Telecommunication Systems. >Atmospherics: Knowing what should not be in the air and synthesis things like stim. >Chemistry: Because you want to be a Chemist. >Biology: Because seen one spleen, seen them all. Surgery and Xenology are basically the same anyways. Physical Skills>Weapon Skill - You can smash things in Melee>Ballistics Skill - Smash things at a range>Mental Integration - While limbs can be trained, at some point I know you all are going to replace your arms with cyborg ones. Covers physical actions that are not fighting directly. Mystic Skills>Magic: Because you always wondered how Arse Blast works. >Faith: The Gods and their Cults are real. Be wise when becoming more educated. >Blue Space: Because this technology is so close to mysticism that it might as well be here. Unbound Stats>Wealth>Military Power>Prestige and Cloat
Looking out the window, I watched as a series of lights crossed by at a speed far surpassing that of sound. The buzz from last night was still in my head, I could only regret agreeing to the black suited man’s proposal last night. But I mean come on, a steady wage was something many were grasping at straws for these days! “The recruiter will see you now. He is in room 343.” The receptionist said while instructing me towards a pair of large doors. I shook my head to try and steady that damn pain, though I regret not eating something to cure it this morning. With a few steps I braved the doors and got my way down the hallway. Soon enough I arrived at room 343, knocking on the simple steeldoor. I heard a small call for me to enter, so I did. Looking around I noticed the room was quite tighty, with actual wooden floors and furniture about it. The walls were still however still iron grey, and I could not help but notice the camera in the corner of the room. “You look like you shouldn’t belong here.” the man sitting at the desk announced with a wicked smile, “Something troubling you?” “Uh… yeah.” I admitted while pointing at the camera, “Why the hell does your office have a Camera just for it?” “Why not?” The man laughed while giving the salesman’s smile, “Here at Nanotrasen we value the lives of our Employees. These Cameras are watched 24/7 by our state of the art security force, to ensure the safety of our employees.” “For your safety? You are in the middle of the building.” “Indeed, though that does not stop all threats. What happened if one of my recruits stabbed me in the face? The only person who might notice is Sam next door, and he wouldn’t give a damn.” The man presented the chair on the other side of his desk, “Come, take a seat.” “A-alright?” I could not help but feel the man was geniune about his words, “D-did that happen to you before?” “About five attempts have been made on my life, two of them had succeeded.” The man laughed while getting some paperwork infront of me, “Now pardon me for forgetting, but what was your name again.” “Y-you died!?” “Of course, but as an Employee of Nanotrasen I was brought back to life as a clone with my soul intact!” He said with the weird smile not once leaving his face, “It's one of the perks of working for one of the most advanced companies in the Universe, you know.” I rubbed my head again, “Ugh, sorry but I must have misheard that. I’ve got a headache here and god know what I can do about it.” “Headache? Oh thats easy. Advance Charcoal, perfect for any lingering toxins, radiation, or poison.” The man laughed while tossing a small bottle of pills at me, “Now, what was your name and where did ya grow up anyways?” >Give a name>Hive world, where the going gets tough>One a Space Station>Agriculture World>Xenophilic Colony>None of your damn business>Another kind of world
>>4590499>Hive world, where the going gets tough
>>4590499>Hive world, where the going gets toughMcSnickers Dickerson
>>4590499Paulo Temer>Xenophilic Colony
>>4590499>Alejandro Cortez>Captured space privateer
>>4590527Just going to say, this name gave me a Chuckle.
>>4590539How can we become robust? would that just be lots of weapon skill and technology?
>>4590548Yup, of course you will have more moment to build the Character up.
>>4590497Just dropping in to ask if you've played on any servers for the real experience? Like /vg/station? Been ages since I played, myself. Also here, have some music.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pInBXkt3jvQhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZzmIH7gxlAhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae2N5310MXEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icy4-CQHVh4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCPWE4WexM8https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKVmXn-Gv0Mhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeHvEZuphIEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K3ztneTQuAhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poZCINzxzrQhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMGxKIFE3VUI can supply more music off the /vg/station juke if necessary
>>4590559I'm a Yogstation fellow here, but I know a little about the other stations.
>>4590562https://ss13.moe/wiki/index.php/Main_PageBeen more than a year since I played, again, and things change fast. I can try to hook you up with somebody that knows what's what to help you better the quest early on, or you can wing it and see what happens
>>4590563I know what I am doing here, don't worry much about that. I've been playing for about a year here.
>>4590564If you don't have random events like>bar being remodeled or "themed" by bartender and a few other people>mime pulling off a well-timed invisiwall to block a fucking taser on his escape from sec>players as borers trying to get to people but some guys salting them (because metagaming borer players are trash) and passing them off to the chef to cook space french food with>journalist and some other person going in on the "take pictures and post news on newscasters" roleplay to cover anything from dumb and silly to humiliating antags and other people being cunts, which a lot of people seem to love>cargo becoming Cargonia>ghetto bar safe haven>medbay cult>mass triaging and cloning and cryo into mancrowave stressful times in medbay>courtroom trial goes wrong>somebody remodels part of a department into a cool lounge>floor pills>xenobiologist doing deviant things with slimes, to unexpected results>paramed choosing that shift/round to move as much medical supplies and pizza boxes as he can to make telesci isolated and perfectly safe, doing nothing but watch the CMC for people to teleport rescue, teleporting secret notes close to key people, etc.>xenoarch finally FINALLY discovers a large artifact that isn't useless, very cool>clown cannot be stopped, the hero the station needsAnd more, I will be disappointed
>>4590578Don't ya worry there, dumb things will happen.
“Uh, McSnickers Dickerson.” I admitted while taking a pop of the pill, “Most people just call me Snickers though.” “Well it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dickerson, my name is John.” The black suited man said with a wide smile, “And where did you come from?” “From Asterflop, a Hive World. Kinda learned how to get my way around the streets, and of course I got in a few tussles when I was young too.” “Interesting, very interesting.” The man said while looking up at me with a smile I did not really like, “By chance did you have any experience with… advance diseases when you were young?” “Advance Diseases? Nothing the Doctor couldn’t cure with some Spacacilin.” “Is that so, maybe by chance have you and a group of boy encountered any questionable items?” “Nope.” I answered before growing a slight blush, “Well, then again there was a tablet full of porn at one point. But we were like 12 and didn’t know it was useless.” “Have you by chance murdered someone in cold blood, and got away with it.” “Well, I did dip my toe in gangs here and there.” I admitted while scratching the back of my head, “But no, worse I have was beating someone over the head with a wrench.” “Pitty, and no contact with any Xenos?” “Well, I did have a few.” I said while getting a few fond memories, “One of my buddies was a Lizardman, and we had fun catching rats.” “Rat extermination, interesting. And Previous contact with Xenos as well.” “Will I be working with Xenos?” I asked with a slight bit of hesitation. “Yes, you will be working with many Xenos. Even some Xenos who have not been officially announced.” John shook his head slightly, “At least you have had experience with the more troublesome kind. Though you are lucky, Mr Dickerson, since you are human you can attain a Command position.” “Oh, I guess thats good. Though if you ask me I like working with my fellow man, if you know what I mean.” “Of course of course.” The man flipped a page in a clipboard I only just realized he had, “Next question, what is it you did for a living? Surely you had a life before things went downhill.” >I was an Engineer, even went to trade school for it.>A Space Privateer, just got captured by some rivals and left for dead here>Janitor for a school until the school got bombed. >I was a Clown, then I lost my job to those Clown things who did my job better. >Retail mainly, I just racked up a lot of debt so I’m here. >Field Medic for the Army, just the Pension didn’t cut it for me>Other suggestions?
McSnickers DickersonStandard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: 10>Fellowship: 20>Conspiracy: 15 Intellectual Skills>Technology: 10>Machines: 10>Atmospherics: 0>Chemistry: 0>Biology: 0Physical Skills>Weapon Skill: 20>Ballistics Skill: 10>Mental Integration: 20Mystic Skills>Magic: 0>Faith: 0>Blue Space: 0Unbound Stats>Wealth: 0>Military Power: 0>Prestige and Clout: 0Novice: 10Apprentice: 25Adept: 50Expert: 75Master: 100
>>4590677>>I was a Clown, then I lost my job to those Clown things who did my job better.omg, Clown please.
>>4590677>I was an Engineer, even went to trade school for it.
>>4590677> I was a space privateer. It says in this document here that you sued me for damages while I was dead and beat me in civil court since I couldn't show up to defend myself.
>>4590677>>I was a Clown, then I lost my job to those Clown things who did my job better.There's only so many ways this can goAnd they're all FUN
>>4590677>Janitor for a school until the school got bombed.The most dangerous thing to a murderous cult is one man doing his job.
>>4590805Jannie's my second choice.
>>4590677>ClownHonk lyf or bust
>>4590677>I was a Clown, then I lost my job to those Clown things who did my job better. Hm. The recruiter's name is John and we are in room 343...should we be vaguely worried about religiously zealous Xenos starting a major conflict?
>>4590880Not likely but if I had to guess AI might be crapshoot.Our QM is a big fan of references in general.
>>4590677>I was a Clown, then I lost my job to those Clown things who did my job better. After i left the gang life i have been trying with all my heart and soul to both make my self a better person than i was as a kid. And to bring smiles and laughter to as many other people as i can with as much time as i have left i my life. The thing is the new Clown that replaced me at my old job freaks me the fuck out. Like i have no problem with it if i lose my job to someone who can do it so much better than me that it is better for everyone if he has it instead of me. After all i am not a Clown to make money but to make others lives better. But the new Clowns that have been showing up lately are just wrong somehow. I can not put my finger on how but the new Clowns just seem deeply wrong to my eyes.
I'm gonna space lube every hallway. We'll say it's the Slipstant transit program.
>>4590677>Janitor for a school until the school got bombed.Leave the clowning to the experts
>>4591045But we are the experts at making asses of our selves and having people laugh at us.
>>4591058I was going to disagree but given the autistic insisting that the antagonist of our QMs last quest was somehow completely innocent I must unfortunately agree.
>>4591073Now you are getting into the spirit of thinks. Just sit back relax and enjoy your ride on a space station heading straight for a black hole.
“I-I was a clown for a living.” I answered while the bad memories came flooding in, “When I left the gang, my aim was to make everyone, everywhere, smile with a warmness in their heart. Call it atoning for those sins, but I loved making people laugh.” “Interesting, interesting.” The man gave a wave of the hand, asking that I continue. “Well, I lost it when someone better than me came.” I began with the memories finally settling back in, “But that… thing! Have you ever seen a person crack so many jokes in a single minute! Balloons, Pies, Water Spray! The man had all of them.” “Indeed, the Clownians have recent began to expand into the consumer market. Though, I am suprise people are loving them so much.” The man said while shaking his head, “However, call me curious, could you do a joke for me?” “I mean, I can try.” I reached into my pocket and took out a small balloon, “See here boy a condom! Hue hue! Now watch as I make it a sword!” With that I began to blow into it, the plastic expanding with every breath. Oh the feeling of laughter I am feeling as I watched the man for the first time get a real smile on his face. It was so much that I forgot how long the condom was in my wallet.BOOM!“Well would you look at that!” I laughed with a shaky smile on my face, “Glad I wasn’t fucking with that one!” “...” The man looked at me with a little stunned surprise, though he soon rubbed his face with a small, cringe worthy laugh, “Well, gotta say I didn’t expect that. In any case, I am sad to inform you that Station Clown Positions are at the moment filled exclusively by Clownians. However, if you work hard enough, maybe there is the chance you can get the position if the Clownians make you an Honorary Clownian.” “A-alright? Thanks?” “Now, is there anything else you should tell me about you? Are you by chance addicted to smoking or something?” Choose one positive and negative, if you want ‘em. >Addicted to smoking>Prosthetic Limb>Alcoholic>Kleptomaniac>Unstable Mind>Drunken Resilience>Empathetic>Musician>Skittish>Spiritual>Self Aware Body
McSnickers DickersonStandard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: 10>Fellowship: 50>Conspiracy: 25 Intellectual Skills>Technology: 20>Machines: 10>Atmospherics: 0>Chemistry: 0>Biology: 0Physical Skills>Weapon Skill: 20>Ballistics Skill: 10>Mental Integration: 20Mystic Skills>Magic: 25>Faith: 0>Blue Space: 0Unbound Stats>Wealth: 0>Military Power: 0>Prestige and Clout: 0Novice: 10Apprentice: 25Adept: 50Expert: 75Master: 100
>>4591118>AlcoholicThe Theatre is very close to the Bar for a good reason>MusicianWhen you can play meme songs on any instrument as long as you're holding one, you can make anybody on the station happy
>>4591118>Prosthetic Limb>MusicianCan our peg leg double as a saxophone? If not then I want bagpipes.
>>4591118>Addicted to smokingWell i know it is a bad habit that will one day kill me. But ever since i lost the job that i loved to what did you call it? A Clownian was it? I have taken up smoking to help deal with my problems. But hay its better than being a drunk sleeping in my own vomit. Am i right.>EmpatheticNo matter what life throws at me. And no matter how bad things get. I know deep down in my soul that my job NO my purpose in life is to make other peoples lives as happy as i can. Call me crazy if you will but that is who i am now and who i am going to be for the rest of my life. Or my name is not McSnickers Dickerson. And you can bet on that good sir.
>>4591126>KleptomaniacGot a toolbox here, got some handcuffs there. Pretty much every ss13 clown anyway. Just watch out for Shitsec searching your shit.>EmpatheticOnly the best clowns can get a feel for their audience, what jokes will land and what won't. Take your next step to Clownians Transcendence.
>>4591126>>4591164Wups, wrong reply>>4591118>KleptomaniacGot a toolbox here, got some handcuffs there. Pretty much every ss13 clown anyway. Just watch out for Shitsec searching your shit.>EmpatheticOnly the best clowns can get a feel for their audience, what jokes will land and what won't. Take your next step to Clownian Transcendence.
So its tied between Empathetic and Musician, so I'mma pick Empathetic.Kleptomania is probably the most defining thing for a Space Station 13 Member, so honestly it should not be a detriment. An addiction to smoking however, now that will be interesting.
>>4591254You can learn how to play songs on instruments if you practice long and hard enough at it. The same thing cant be said of actually liking people and caring about what they say. So Empathetic clown that smokes too much is a go.
>>4591254Wait a minuet. When you say Kleptomania is probably the most defining thing for a Space Station 13 Member. Does that mean us not picking it act as a detriment because we do not have it? Will the other members of the Space Station think we are weirdos if we do not lug around a whole tool shed in our pockets where ever we go like everyone else?
>>4591280He means in your average SS13 game, stealing is practically a necessity.
“Eh, well, I grew a kinda bad smoking habit here recently.” I admitted while scratching the back of my head, “Its gotten so bad here recently I can’t spend a few hours without one in the mouth.”“You will that need to worry much about that, Mr. Dickerson. Nanotrasen understands people’s need for nicotine, so as can provide you with not only cigars but also a pure nicotine drip if you so desire it.” “Pure Nicotine, uh, I have heard of that but never really tried it.” “I heard it’s something you won't ever forget once it happens, though they say the same about a Botonist’s Mystery Fruit. Between you and me, I think the Mystery Fruit is the best of them all.” “I… think I understand.” I looked the man over once more, “Alright, uh, John wasn’t it? You’ve probably done this everyday, I can tell. Why don’t you just give me the paperwork so I can get working.” “You got me there, its getting pretty close to lunch and I’ve got a mean Monkey Steak in the lunchbox.” He answered before sliding the paperwork towards me, “Just read and sign this here, and you will be an employee of Nanotrasen.” I felt a little hesitant, but I reached over and took the contract, “So, uh, how long will I be working for you all?” “Five years, with your starting position being Assistant. Just go around the station and help where you can, while keeping in mind that if you see anything illegal just tell the Station’s Security.” The man said with a smile, though I felt the last part was kinda unneeded. So I took the contract and began to read it, “Uh, I know you were talking about 5 years and all that. But here it says when my death occures I will be… forcibly ressurected?” “Of course, we don’t want you to die or anything.” John announced with another laugh, “Just remember that you still hold the right to reject resurrection on the station itself. If the place turns into ruins or some evil man is trying to bring you back, we don’t want you to be forced back into it.” “A-alright alright, I think I understand.” I really don’t, “Is that the reason why this keeps refering me as the ‘Soul of’?” “Yes it is, as of course we are not really employing your body but the person inside of it. Trust me, you’re better for it.” “So, I take it you were under the same contract?” “Indeed I was, but since then they have paid all my debts and I’ve opted to just stay with the company. It pays not having to worry about death that much.” The man laughed with a devilish smile. “Alright, give me the pen then.” “Oh we don’t sign with pens.” The man said while taking out a small needle, “We ask that you sign in blood, that way it nullifies any pesky Devil’s Contract.” “I-I think I understand.” I say while picking up the needle and pricking my finger. With a few motion I began my writing.
“Mind if I ask, but who exactly do you worship?” “You… asking about my religion?” “Just curious, I might be able to get you on a Station with a Chaplain of the same faith. Don’t want you being screamed at as a Heretic for your first week.” >A follower of the Omnissiah>Space Jesus, dude>Cthu’lu is my man>A… The Machine God you can say *Ravtar*>Someone a little too bloody for some tastes *Nar’Sei*
>>4591280>>4591292Yeah this guy has it. I mean come on, even as a Head of Staff I will steal things if it means protecting myself from bodily harm.
>>4591300>Space Jesus, dudeHow else do you think i got out of my gang.
>>4591302Well yeah i get what you guys are saying. But from the sounds of it Snickers is trying to walk the straight and narrow path from now on. And him not stealing everything he can get his hands on as an Assistant will make the other space crazy's on the Space Station think we are up to something bad.
>>4591300>A follower of the OmnissiahENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH! ENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH!ENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH!HIS TRUTH HAS COME ON-LINE!
>>4591300I was gonna say Jedi, but >Space Jesuswill do.
>>4591300>A… The Machine God you can say *Ravtar*
>>4591300>>Space Jesus, dude
>>4591300>OmnissiahOur toaster collection will be legendary
>>4591300>OmnissiahEyes on that H.O.N.K. boys. Eyes on that H.O.N.K.>>4591302You are using certain non-cancerous non-Bay/Goon non-tranny artwork for "inspiration", yes? I recall one time seeing art of a Roboticist building a Durand, and the Durand was almost two stories high, or a good three to four meters tall? Cool stuff like that
>>4591422Got samples? Most art I see is the shit I see off of the Subreddit and sometimes a discord/google.
Since it's a tie so far, can we compromise on worshiping the omnissiah in a manner that is basically space christianity?
>>4591422The first thing we need to do is get a pair of Rubber Gloves. This is non-negotiable, we are getting off the shovel and finding a pair of fucking rubber gloves.HONK comes later.
The Omnissiah>>4591422>>4591414>>4591328Space Jesus>>4591317>>4591331>>4591400Ravtar>>4591332Omnissiah, it is looking like since Ravtar is very close to him.
“You can say… I follow the Omnissiah for the most part.” I admitted while I put the finishing touches of my blood signature. “The Omnissiah? How come you still have a bunch of meaty bits then?” John asked with a smirk on his face. “Recently, well, they have been making a little too much sense. Everyday I can feel pains in my stomach and I know this smoking habit of mine needs to be kicked. My flesh is weak, and honestly every day getting those limbs and organs replaced is sounding better and better to me.” “Well I am glad to inform you that we have a good relationship with the Cult of the Machine. But I would like to mention the Space Christians have a good presence on most stations, since it's kinda the default religion these days.” “Great, well, I know what they feel. Use to be one myself until, well, this.” “Understandable understandable.” John picked up the paperwork and gave it a once over with a smile, “Cool cool, now follow me we gotta get one more thing from you, then you will be on your shuttle to your new life.” “Well, lead then.” I said while we stood up and left the room. John led me out of the room and through the numerous halls. Soon though we entered an elevator that began to take us downwards. “Mr. Dickerson, I am happy that you will be joining us here at Nanotrasen. Many were just like you, and thanks to their on the job training were able enough to become the best and brightest of the Galaxy. From Researchers to Engineers, and even our Captains they are all professionals from experience. Hell, I’m sure if you ask Medical or Robotics they can start getting you some Augmentations.”“I will keep that in mind, and I guess I should visit the… Chaplain? Isn’t having a Chaplain kinda rare these days?” “Oh we’ve learned that having a Chaplain increases a Station’s survival chance by like 20%. Or at least thats what I am told by the higher ups.” Soon the elevator stopped, the door opening to reveal a small medical ward. I blinked a couple of times, since how the fuck did a medical ward get installed here. However, after getting past a few of the doctors he led me to a small room where a man size capsule machine sat. “This here is a DNA scanner. My recommendation is when you get onto the station try and get yourself scanned. That way, the doctors will ressurect you once they realize you are missing.” “Once I’m… missing?” “Yup, now get into the machine. This scanner here is linked to CantCom’s personal server, meaning we can ressurect you even if the station blows up.” “You are saying a bunch of dangerous things.” “Don’t worry, the chances of the station being decimated are slim to none.” The man pressed a button, the DNA Scanner opening up for me to look into, “Now get in, then we can get you to your new life.” I felt a little scared, of course, but knowing that I was going to be working for the best and brightest company in the Galaxy I lowered myself into the machine. Omnissiah help me.
Time was like a blur after that, a series of shuttle changes and transfers across the cosmos. I watched in wonder as I was picked up off of the Hive World I had spent years of my life on, slowly becoming a small speck from space. I felt a little anxious, and with that I went back to smoking my cigarettes in hope of calming these damn nerves. The man was not wrong in that I was given complimentary smokes, but they were also cheap ass stuff. Hopefully I can buy my next round of ‘em on the Station I was ending up on. “Approaching Station: Nebulas Maximus. All personel please remain seated until Shuttle comes to a full stop.”A loud roar came from the engines as the machine was forced to a stop. I could feel my chest attempting to jump out of itself, almost sending me flying across the room. However that did not happen, and instead I was seated in my chair as the lights flickered before resuming their brightness. “Welcome Nebulas Maximus. Reminder to Set Suit Sensors to Maximum.”“Cool, I’ll do that once I figure out how.” I murmured to myself while I unbuckled my seat. Soon I walked into the station, passing through no more than THREE separate airlocks on my way in. Soon though I was on the station, looking over a modest hallway walled with iron and several airlocks all around. I fingered the ID card in my pocket, remembering that it was suppose to be my one and only ticket around the station and accessing these doors. >Walk around the station aimlessly>Go to medical, John did recommend I get my DNA scanned for cloning>Go see the nice officer who is standing at the Arrivals Checkpoint Pic above is McSnicker Dickerson. Plain looking, but you guys know how long that will last.
I should add>Aim for a department *Which*
I want to mention this now, but there are a lot of updates now only because I have the time. My aim is 3-4 updates a day after today and maybe tomorrow.
>>4591595>“Don’t worry, the chances of the station being decimated are slim to none.”;IT'S LOOSE;CALL THE SHUTTLE>[The Emergency Escape Shuttle has been called.]
>>4591327Oh boy, the space station will fix that quick. You practically need to steal or die or whatever horrible shit people have got in store for you.
>>4591624>Go to medical, John did recommend I get my DNA scanned for cloning
>>4591624>Go to medical, John did recommend I get my DNA scanned for cloningMaybe if we're fast, we'll get there before it gets welder bombed, if it isn't already, sounds like we joined a session in progress.
>>4591624>Place ID card onto ID slot of suit and not the damn pockets you fucking newfag>Check your standard issue grey backpack and see what you've got>Go see the nice officer who is standing at the Arrivals CheckpointOh fuck arrivals checkpoint actually has a fucking sec guy there from the get-go. That's NOT a good sign unless he started his shift/round there
>>4591624>Go see the nice officer who is standing at the Arrivals Checkpoint.And it begins...
>>4591650This gets my vote. He sounds like he knows what he is doing.
>Go to medical, John did recommend I get my DNA scanned for cloningTalking to shitsec can't end well
>>4591773We have no idea if this man is a dirt bag shity cop with a dick the size of a thumb tack. He truly could be nothing more than a good and honest police officer whose only want is to protect and serve the Space Station and all of the employees on it. And as long as we do not fuck up and get in trouble the nice police man will not have to brake our legs with his police brutality stick.
EVERYTHING IS BAD!!>>4591642>>4591650 - Good SuggestionsDNA Scanner>>4591646>>4591649>>4591773The Officer>>4591661
I thought about it for a moment, there was a list of things they told me to do once I arrived at the station. First was to place my ID into my PDA, then place it into the special pocket in my jacket. They said something about the doors able to scan anything in this slot. Yeah, thats going to make my life so much easier. Then I got out my grey backpack and set it on the table, since there was a little weight in the bag they probably gave me something. That something was a small box, about the size of a football but it sure as hell had a bunch of other things in it. Epipin, Map of the Station, a Gas Mask, Flare, and even a small tank of Oxygen that will fit in a pocket. Oh, fuck yeah a Map of the station! With a small flourish I brought it out in front of me, folding it out to see where the hell I was going. And Bless the Omnissiah, there was Medical in a nice blue coloring! With my destination marked, I made my way through the station. There was a soft hum through the air, and with the com in my ear I could hear some of the chatter going around. “Delivery for Cargo, we got some Hyper Nob for ya.”“Thanks!”“Plenty of meat in the Kitchen! Come get your take away steak today!”“Cool, about everyone has their suit sensors on! Whoever are the fools without them, make sure they get them on.”For fucks sake, are suit sensors that important! Soon enough I arrived at the medical, a person sitting at the desk looking at me with a raised brow. They looked a little bothered, “You don’t look injured, do you need something… McSnicker?” “Just Snicker is fine.” I said with a wave of the hand, “I was told to get my DNA scanned just in case there was an issue. Is that fine?” “Interesting, you want to do that before you die? Yeah we can do that, easily enough.” The person lazily got up and opened the airlock behind the reception desk, soon opening the one infront of me, “Come, it will only take a moment.” Walking in of course the place felt alien, seeing the series of men and woman all working on a single person. One specifically was working on the body, I think he was doing some sort of surgery on him. “Here we are.” The doctor said as the attendant led me through a door to a machine similar to the one earlier, “You already know what to do, right?” I gave a steady nod, putting myself into the machine there was a small prick before the pod opened back up, “You’re done.” “Yeah, thanks for that.”
“You are a newbie here right?” The person asked with a raised brow. “Y-yes I am. Is there a problem with that?” “Yes, we don’t like people not pulling their weight. You need to find someone to work with.” “Got it, you guys don’t like lazy bums. What can a humble assistant like myself even do for you?” “For medical we can always use a look out for the Paramedic, fellow has a dangerous job looking for the injured people in the station. If you don’t like seeing guts, maybe try checking out Engineering or Cargo. You are an assistant after all, so assist people.”>Work for the Paramedic>Opt for Engineering, because why not>Chef sounds fun. >Cargo oh Cargo>Just check out the station in general, something is bound to happen.
>>4591858>Cargo oh CargoGuest worker for the independent state of Cargonia sounds like fun.
>>4591858>Cargo oh Cargo
>>4591858>Cargo oh CargoGet those crates moved!>inb4 one Cargo Tech laments out loud that they cannot order waifus in crates
>>4591858>Cargo oh CargoEven Cargonia needs its clowns.
Cargo it is!>>4591939>>4591940>>4591950>>4591990
“I… just want to do something simple.” I admitted while looking at the map, “Which of those are the easiest folk?” “That would be Cargo, I can assure you. Even an Assistant like you can help them push crates.” The Doctor laughed before leading me out of the place. So, I followed my map, making my way around what looked to be the bridge and telecommunications all the way to a place with brownish doors. I pressed on the door to open it, but instead of opening the door just peeped at me. “Yo, who are ya?” A man from a nearby window called out as I gave a moderate sigh. “Uh, McSnicker Dickerson. I’m an Assistant looking for some work.” I announced with an attempt at a charming smile. “Assistant, huh?” The man grew a devilish grin as I walked to his window, “Well if you are here to help me with anything I want, I got just the thing for ya.”“What would that be?” “Since you are new I will explain. Centcom likes to send us a list of things they want the station to produce. Its on a thing called a ‘Bounty List’.” He announced while slipping over a small piece of paper to me. My brow was of course raised, but I accepted the paper in hand and gave a look over it. Bounties: Slime Core: 0/5Borg Assembly: 0/2Heart: 0/3Riot Shotgun: 0/2Ripley: 0/1“Uh, what the hell are half of these. And am I suppose to get a fucking shotgun!” I gave it a once more look over, “And this ‘Heart’ thing, am I supposed to get you real hearts?” “Yeah, just ask the doctors at medical about it. They should be able to harvest a few Monkey Humans for it, or maybe you can give them your own.” The man said with a grin, “Tell ya what, if you can get me atleast 3 things on this list I’ll give you access to Cargo. Might even make you a miner too.” “Cool, I guess.” I said while taking the paper and stuffing it into my pocket, “I guess I will be back then?” “Yup, and trust me this will be a big help.” The man laughed again as the window closed infront of McSnicker. >Guess it's time to get get some hearts…>Borgs… thats…. A robot right? >Slime cores, surely thats some science thing. >Riot Shotgun, because fucking hell might as well go for the hard one first. >Ripley, because fucking hell its a mech man!
>>4592071>Borgs… thats…. A robot right?
>>4592071>Guess it's time to get get some hearts…Pull our weight by running back and forth between medical and cargo? sounds easy enough, we wont even have to check our map!
>>4592071>>Guess it's time to get get some hearts…Errands!
>>4592071>Slime cores, surely thats some science thing.We might be able to ask sci some questions.
>>4592071>Ripleyif we are lucky we might even get augs out of it
>>4592071>Guess it's time to get get some hearts…I mean if medical just wants some hearts we can just brake into the morgue and steal some from some dead body's. Or just ask the chef if he has any hearts he has not put into the meat grinder yet. Thou the last one may be unlikely to happen.
>>4592071>Guess it's time to get get some hearts…
>>4592071>Guess it's time to get get some hearts…literally no admeme ever does the damn "CentCom wants X" RP bus shit in any round I've ever been in, so this is refreshing already
BORGS>>4592094A heart!>>4592220>>4592223>>4592313>>4592334>>4592363 Slime>>4592224Ripley>>4592268
Alright, I honestly think the heart will be the fastest thing to get, since I kinda already know where the Medical Bay is. So with a huff I made my way down the halls and around that giant centerpiece. As I did so, I noticed a few people running down the halls, the bunch looking just like that officer from earlier today. They were prepared for a fight, and I watched as the three guards ran right past me and into another airlock that was labeled ‘Maintenance Access’. Huh, well that is a little troubling to me. But it also does not really matter to me what Security does. Soon I arrived at the Medical Bay, the same receptionist doctor giving me an annoyed look, “Is there something you need, sir?” “Yeah, uh, this Centcom wants us to give them some human hearts. Whoever the hell they are.” “Its short for Central Command, Snickers.” The person said while once again opening the doors for me, “Come on, I know where we can probably get some.” As we walked through the medical ward, I got the urge to pop a smoke. Damn after I get these damn hearts I’mma have myself one. Soon we arrived at the cloner room, Doctor looking through a window and giving a sigh. “Looks like the Geneticist is out for today, you’re probably going to need to come back later to get him.” “Really, how long?” “One, two hours.” “Fucking hell, is he on break or something?” “Yup, his sleep break.” The Doctor clarified, “We are going to be stuck on this ship for a few days anyways, and I don’t like seeing sleep deprived folk being dragged to my medical ward.” Well thats a damn shame, and fucking hell I want those hearts! >Plan to hack the door open *Hive Worlder, success not guaranteed*>Track down the Geneticist himself>There must be a better way to pull this off *Suggestions*>Track down someone else who might have hearts, maybe the chef?
>>4592421>Track down someone else who might have hearts, maybe the chef?
>>4592421>As I did so, I noticed a few people running down the halls, the bunch looking just like that officer from earlier today. They were prepared for a fight, and I watched as the three guards ran right past me and into another airlock that was labeled ‘Maintenance Access’.They're off to get their valids! Some antag is on the loose. Better steer clear>Geneticist is on "sleep break"Did he fucking disconnect or have to go AFK or some shit? Probably not that wise to apply the whole game player logic to this quest, now that I think about it>Track down someone else who might have hearts, maybe the chef?I had the idea to get the hearts from the morgue dead bodies, but organs can and do become dead outside of a person if you don't put them in a freezer or some special storage, which is interesting enough. Maybe there's people that are MIF (Mental Interface Failure) or disconnected or braindead? Either way, let's go see the Chef. That we have a Chef already hopefully means either he's done the Botany for ingredients himself, or we also have a dedicated Botanist on-board this shift. In any case, its rare enough that people order pizza boxes when there already is a Chef. I think we might have better luck with the Chef having spare dead bodies for hearts, though we'll need a spare freezer (basically a special crate variant) from him; the list says "hearts" not "dead hearts", yeah?
>>4591461Go to the /vg/station Discord, ask people for artwork or pictures or OC they might have saved? Endure the cancer and circlejerking, and you might reap nice rewards from it. In addition, you can simply go to >>>/vg/ and go to /ss13g/ and ask people to post artwork for you, or a booru link if there is one, or other resources that aren't fucking reddit.
>>4592421>There must be a better way to pull this off *Suggestions*>Ask if there's any reason slime cores, hearts, and borg parts would be on the same Centcom list. We're a bit curious about it. Also who has the cores?
>>4592421>Track down someone else who might have hearts, maybe the chef?If the Geneticist is not up then he is not up. No need to complain about it. It may be fucked up but maybe the chef has the body parts we need.
>>4592488>Supporting this one>Leave a note for the geneticist about the hearts.
Uh oh. Tied.
The Chef? >>4592431>>4592449>>4592520Look into another part>>4592488>>4592533>>4592594Next Vote Decides.
>>459295115 more min and then I roll for it. Though I'm kinda sad no one is wanting to hack the door open.
>>4592985We just got on and im not sure about SS13 so more willing to do this fetch quest to explore how things are in this setting to be honest
>4592421Chefs usually have bodies galore
>>4593006So you want to explore the station more? Guess the best way to do that would be exploring the station more.... I think >>4593059CHEF IT IS!
“Then I guess I need to ask someone else. Some reason I was thinking the Chef would have some, what do you think?” I asked the doctor offhandedly. “He would not be a bad person to talk to, is there any reason you need specifically human hearts?” The Doctor clarified. “Just hearts, will people be able to tell the differnce?” “Not unless they use a medical scanner or are trained in it.” She answered before giving me an offhanded wave, “Come now, your time here is done.” I gave a sigh, making my way out of the department without kicking up more of a fuss. I noticed that when I left, there was a small group of people marching their way into the Medical Bay. From the looks of things here, one of them was slashed to hell, the others helping him along. Of course I felt a little bad for them, but I noticed the fellow who looked like a Security Officer was more annoyed than anything else. I could feel him, but come on, the fellow you are guiding looks like he had a nasty day with a Thresher Maw! Give him a little bit of credit. Soon I moved my way around, making my way across the hallway towards a small series of tables and an open window. A man from within it gave me a happy grin, and man was he puggy! “Moi see you there, little Assistant. Are you by chance Hungry, or are looking for Moi himself?” The man said while strumming his stache. “Uh, yeah, you’re the Chef?” “You would be correct, Moi would be the Chef? Have you come to try my meats?” “I’m… looking for a Heart. I assumed it was suppose to be human, but I guess anything close will do.” “Hu hu hu! You would be in luck, Moi would be lucky!” He said while looking from left to right, “Come into the back, and say nothing about it.” I gave a steady nod, and after a quick loop around the bar I was in the Kitchen. Place was pretty clean, that much I would admit, however the Chef standing next to the back door was getting me just a little bit more nervious. “Come come, what you are looking for is in here.” He said while giving a motion with his hand. >Follow the Chef, he does have the goods. >Yeah, this seems too sketchy! Complain that he should bring the good outside. *Fellowship Test*>Maybe someone else can help
The Stats Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Nwte4bLmiGcd7wci4XhPHGrCTVYfan28JEv-jSBod2Q/edit?usp=sharingMcSnickers DickersonStandard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: 10>Fellowship: 50>Conspiracy: 25 Intellectual Skills>Technology: 20>Machines: 10>Atmospherics: 0>Chemistry: 0>Biology: 0Physical Skills>Weapon Skill: 20>Ballistics Skill: 10>Mental Integration: 20Mystic Skills>Magic: 25>Faith: 0>Blue Space: 0Unbound Stats>Wealth: 0>Military Power: 0>Prestige and Clout: 0Novice: 10Apprentice: 25Adept: 50Expert: 75Master: 100These are final until you actually learn something.
>>4593076>>Follow the Chef, he does have the goods.This may be schuck bait but why not im curious
>>4593076>Follow the Chef, he does have the goods.
>>4593076>Follow the Chef, he does have the goods.I hope there's a reference to how ERP (Erotic Role-Play) is banworthy and severely punished 100% of the time on the servers that matter for a reason. Or maybe not in this quest? Who knows? By the way OP, here is /vg/station's site https://ss13.moe/ and click the "Maps" icon to go to the maps of the stations that /vg/station runs, for your own reference's sake. Far as I can recall, BoxStation (a.k.a. Box), AsteroidStation (a.k.a. Roid or RoidStation), Defficiency (a.k.a. Deff), and PackedStation (a.k.a. Packed) should be your main points of reference; PackedStation is used for lowpop rounds where there isn't many players for jobs and roles, and is therefore a common sight with how the SS13 player population that frequents /vg/station tends to get. Back when I played, NRV Horizon, Synergy, and Wheel did not exist. MetaClub was rarely played, and BagelStation was defunct because few liked it. Hope all this helps, along with the wiki link I posted before
Come on in little boy. >>4593078>>4593090>>4593097
>>4593231Welp HWG may it be a quick death
“Alright, just open it.” I said with a good hint of reluctance in my voice. The Chef gave a small chuckle, opening the door into what I quickly realized was a room sized fridge. Looking off to the side, I could see blood spattering the walls as well as the person hanging on a skinning rack. “I-Is that a real person?” I dared to ask the man. “Moi grabbed him from the Morgue a few minutes ago. Sometimes you cannot get enough bloody monkeys around here, so Moi needed to start raiding it for some more fresh meat.” He announced with a hint of pride in his voice, “Now, remember you shall not speak to anyone about this. Yeah its breaking a few rules but this is how Moi became the best Chef in the Commonwealth!” “You… make people Cannibals?” “Now now, Cannibal is a strong word, especially for someone who just joined. This practice is standard on most stations.” He laughed while kneeling at a pile of guts, “Also, don’t you worry, if they ended up here medical either cloned them already or the idiots thought going back to Centcom was the better option.” “If all this is true, why in the world are you trying to hide it.” I asked, trying my best to gage the man’s sanity. “Ugh, look, this station is supposed to be the shining gem of Nanotrasen. Moi would be transferred if Security found out.” He finished collecting the hearts and placed them all into a box, “Here you go, now promise Moi to never speak of this to anyone.” “Uh, y-yeah I guess I can.” “Cool, now come Moi will let you out.” A door into what I could only describe as the blackest void was opened up, “Come now.” I was going to approach the deranged chef, but before I even realized it my feet gave underneath me! The last thing I noticed before the airlock clicked behind me was the banna that was used to slip me.Then the airlocked opened again, with a box filled with heart at me. The Chef seemed satisfied as he closed the door. “YOU BASTARD!” I yelled at him. “You’re an Assistant, you can get out of the Maintenance!” He bitched back as the lock closed. Thinking for only a moment, I quickly got out my flare and struck it. The thin red light getting everything lit for me. With a thin light, I noted the large shaft that was mapped before me. To the left was the shortest route out of here, just I don;t think I can get out of there without someone opening it for me. The other way basically meant I might be able to find better tools, and maybe someone who might be more understanding. Actually, now that he looked at it, the Chapel Maintenance connected to this one. >Go for the shortest route>Opt to look around, for tools and a way out>Maybe the Chapel would be a good aim *Praise the Omnissiah
>>4593329>>Maybe the Chapel would be a good aim PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH
>>4593329>Maybe the Chapel would be a good aim *Praise the Omnissiahwtf man
So I have to ask who is usually the safest and sane player or character consecutively that we could take to
>>4593411unironically the clowntwo kinds of people "play" clowns, john wick types or absolute noobs. let's hope he's the former.>>4593329>Opt to look around, for tools and a way outwe need tools if we are to be assistanting
So to the clowns I guess also maybe the chaplain can fill us in as well
>>4593329>Maybe the Chapel would be a good aim *Praise the Omnissiah* Can we still treat worshiping the omnissiah as the same as worshiping space jesus but with more mechadendrites?
>>4593329>Crank the light on our standard issue PDA up so we have vision.>Go for the shortest routeIf we click the access request button enough a passerby will get annoyed and let us out
>>4593329>Opt to look around, for tools and a way outFirst you got to be able to help your self then you can help other people without dragging them down and being a lode they have to carry.
>>4593329>Crank the light on our standard issue PDA up so we have vision.THE PDA HAS A BUILT IN FLASHLIGHT IN IT FOR A GOOD FUCKING REASON>Opt to look around, for tools and a way outBro we have maint access by default, plus we still got the hearts. Dickerson has to learn the ropes, and what better than scrounging around and seeing what's where for future shifts?
>>4593418Doubling down with this dude's post, we gotta get grey tide equipped first. we can scrounge maintenance real fast. We can press cargo into kitting us out once we get some bounties filled. Our goal from them is a pair of insulated gloves, and some welding goggles. We should consider making some bolas or something in case we need to defend ourself.Once we have gotten ourselves in a better spot we need to talk to the clown as well. If we get in good with him we have a very useful ally.
>>4593777Welding masks/helmets are around in maint, I think? Mechanic definitely has a spare, unless there's two Mechanics where both have the helmets in use or on them. Engineering might have a spare lying around. Superior welding goggles (the ones that don't darken your vision area like the masks) are manufactured by R&D over at Science, but they need materials for that first. Any good shift will have R&D science dudes point-and-click spamming to rush researches by 10-15 minutes in using only metal and glass and few if any other materials that can't be found in Science by default. After all that, all they need is the materials from Mining to get stuff made and put out to the crew as requested, or out of their own altruism and willingness to help others or RP a bit. You can't order superior welding goggles from Cargo, and in any decent round Cargo will order Electrical Maintenance crates (two insulated gloves each, a couple power cells, and two fully-loaded yellow toolboxes) alongside Mechanical Maintenance crates (toolbelts and welding helmets plus a couple other things) all out of their own department's pocket money, or their own bank accounts.I guess for the sake of the quest and becoming less of a newfag on the station, we can stick to doing the bounties for Cargo and other odd-jobs until we gain clout and knowledge of how things go. Our suit sensors STILL ARE NOT MAXED, which WILL end up screwing us over soon. Not to mention, are our internals properly in place with breath mask on (or moved out of the way for RP purposes or when not needed) and with the oxygen tank in our jumpsuit pocket or belt slot where it belongs? Even if we don't have a toolbelt, the oxygen tank can go in place of one for now, and we can shift it to a pocket when the toolbelt is ours. Inventory management is par for the course of SS13, and I expect no different here (except less janky because we're in a quest). Bolas are nice until sec catches us out with them and a cop uses that as an excuse to brig us for several minutes. A good yakety sax is a skill every spessman should develop, in any case. Allying with the Clown isn't exactly a must, but its a solid goal for the future given Snickers' backstory as a former Clown.
Chapel>>4593335>>4593360>>4593561Look for some damn tools>>4593418>>4593655>>4593676Shortest Route>>4593650>>4593777 - Make sure you use green text. Without it I do not count the votes as it gets confusing otherwise. Also simple is better/
I gave a light sigh while lifting my torchlight into the air, and with a little movement I aligned myself. My objective, to make it to the door where the Chaplain is currently stationed in order to ask him for help. However there are a couple more things I need to do first. First, get a fucking smoke out. No one around here is going to complain about me and my habit, so with a strike of the lighter I was able to get my nicotine for the coming hour. Ah the smoke gave me a small sense of ease in my coming journey. Next was to turn on my PDA’s flashlight, and after a little fiddling I was able to do just that. WHile not as strong as the Flare that was in my hand, it will not be going out here any time soon. Going through the Maintenance was something I knew was going to be harrowing, but damn were things going weird. I would occasionally hear things, like the honking of the horn or the moving of air through the pipes below me. The only way I knew walls were coming up were the several boxes that gave a slight green glow. I did look at one, and noted that it read ‘Hydroponics APC’. Since there was a wire, I could only assume there was some kinda power system. Somethings I noticed however stood out to me. Several of the airlocks around me were broken, the control panels shattered open. However others, which were ones I noticed were not completely broken, had the card reader fried and wires strung out everywhere. I could tell someone had fucked with the system, though at this point I could not care. I just wanted to get out of here now. Soon I arrived at the door, and pressed the open button. I jumped back a little at the big red beep, but of course I was expecting something like it. So with a sigh I resigned myself to wait. There was a small lul of silence until something made a noise. The swaying of something came into my ear, something that you would only hear off of military videos displaying the modern weapons people use to fight. Slowly I watched as a person came from around the corner, a slowing green sword lighting the area around him. He had one a gas mask, which was not looking directly at me. “Shit.” I began to click the open button a hell of a lot more as the person turned to face me. I felt my heart skip a beat as he raised the blade towards me, the across his own neck. “Fucking hell!” I shouted while pressing the door’s button as fast as I can, “Oh great Machine Spirits, please open up!”
Before the fucker could get any closer to me the door behind me opened, and with it I fell backwards out of Maintenance. The door quickly shut, with a person standing next to me with a red hood over his head. It did not take a genius to realize he was inhuman, but he was the right kind of inhuman for my taste, “Uh, please to meet you sir, McSnicker Dickerson.” “Enginseer Radium Chaplain, a pleasure to meet you mortal.” He announced with a robotic tone in his voice, “If I may ask, why have you been aggressively upsetting the machine spirits?” >He is a Tech Priest, see if he has any tools Snickers can have. *Fellowship/Religion*>Chat about the station, and what the hell is happening on the station. >Thank him for the save and run, god knows if that bastard is going to come to kill Snickers.
>>4593981>Chat about the station, and what the hell is happening on the station.
>>4593980Hey QM is the traitor really wearing all that in the pic, or is that just an example picture?>gas maskNot too out of the ordinary, as maint is littered with them.>insulated glovesPar for the course>ablativesStole it from armory or from very high clearance Cargo order. Either way, this fucker needs sec access to get ablative armor to begin with. He has it on in maint, meaning either he killed a lasergun sec or somebody else robust somewhere, or he's showing off. Either way, this narrows down their identity.>magbootsCould have got it from Engineering, Security, Cargo or Mining... a lot of places to steal magboots, or get it because their job requires them. Kinda expected>yellow/brown jumpsuitEngineering? There's no blue, so it ain't Mechanic. This further outs them.>card reader fried and wires strung out everywhereEmag too? Standard fare>eswordOkay, so he's murderboning. There's more ways to kill in spess than a standard esword. Eswords fit in pockets when off, and can carve open regular walls and through airlocks for breaking in or out. When turned on, they make a very VERY loud iconic lightsaber sound, as one would expect. Not sure if it acts as a small light source, as its been ages since I played, but I wouldn't be surprised>ecrossbowOkay, so he's murderboning. Can fit in a pocket or into a container without being noticed by observers (I think it doesn't bring up a chat message that it got pulled out or put away?) which is EXTREMELY POWERFUL. As the /vg/station wiki says:>When this weapon is used on a person, the victim falls down and takes about 10 toxin damage, stunning them for a short time. While it is a useful weapon, it is another one of those extremely recognisable weapons. There is no "X shot Y" message, but the dart can be seen depending on how BYOND feels today, and there might be a slight sound. This weapon automatically recharges over time, which means unlike a revolver it won't run out of ammo. RnD can make a larger version that deals more damage per shot, but it's too big to fit into a pocket slot.That he doesn't fire it at Dickerson and instead turns the esword on in the middle of maint, and even taunts him with putting the blade at his throat, means he's definitely showing off. Sabotaging maint stuff with his esword seems to be the name of the game here, but he could just as easily pull out wirecutters and start going to town in maint (where lots of wires are exposed everywhere) hoping to achieve some impact at the cost of drawing attention outside maint as competent Engineers would track the wire sabotage down.Dickerson is also easy to spot, as he has PDA light, flare light, and lit cigarette all out. At least he's aware of the labelled maint APCs being helpful to figure out what's where, but not everywhere has an APC.>occasionally hear things, like the honking of the horn or the moving of air through the pipesNice touch mentioning maint ambience
>>4593981>Chat about the station, and what the hell is happening on the station.Better make friends and get a recap, though we should move into the main part of the Chapel and, you know, AWAY from the door to maint where the fucking traitor is lurking.
>>4594032On /vg/station you get 20 telecrystals by default (28 if you're a traitor and the random traitor name CentCom report that spawns in every roundstart has your name on it, though this might be bugged/broken). Esword is 8 TC, ecrossbow is 12 TC, emag is 6 TC, so this is an uneven TC total. However, I'm not sure what creative liberties Badmin QM is taking with this quest. Take everything I say from canon server gameplay with a grain of salt, as things are very likely going to be different here in the quest.
>>4594032You are thinking about it too hard. I literally just stole the picture off a Wiki.
>>4594075OK then I'm dumb, sorry
>>4593980>Chat about the station, and what the hell is happening on the station.>Explain the damages we saw to the machinery back there. Safety hazard and likely acts against the machine spirits of the station.
Chat about the station!>>4593987>>4593996>>4594106>>4594036
“If I am going to be honest, I don’t know my way around the station.” I admitted to the Priest with a drop of sweat coming down my brow, “Just what the hell did I sign up for?” “That is easy to answer, you are currently on the Prized station known as Nebulas Maximus. Where the best of the best come to make a good show for Nanotrasen.” He announced the situation as it was matter of fact, “From my judgement you are new to Nanotrasen, correct?” “Yeah, you got that right.” “Hmm, well you see this station serves multiple tasks. In relation to you we are supplied with experienced men, so that any Assistants like yourself can get quick training from the best of the Sector.” “And the others like this station are supposed to be a good show to outsiders?” “Indeed. You can assume this station is more of a mock set-up of a real station, meant to show off to others. That is why the Priest Hood has instructed me to help oversee the station, so that we do not lose face for other issues that come.” “So you are the face for the Mechanicus here?” “Indeed that is so, as if everyone else here. Normally we would serve in Engineering but today I serve as the priest.” He said before his mechanical eyes seemed to get a small glow, “Before I opened the door I heard you beg the machine spirits to help you, am I correct?” I felt a small blush come onto my face, “Y-yeah you are correct. I have not really gotten too deep into things, but it was because of the cult that I landed this job.”“Indeed the Mechanicus has a modest relationship with Nanotrasen, being that they are on the forefront of research.” The man gave a short laugh, “Why it was our joint effort that led to the discovery of Mental Machine Interfaces and the creation of a new type of man-machine. That is actually the reason for my current body as you can see.” I gave the man a once over again, noting that he was indeed a machine for the most part. However unlike that I had seen on the streets he was much more humanoid than anything else. Actually, now that I thought of it, “Do you have a Borg Assembly?”“A Borg Assembly, indeed I do but they are for people who are willing to become thoughtless Servants of the Omnissiah! For you McSnicker, I feel like we should work towards another fate where you keep you humanoid mind.” He said while giving me a suspicious look over, “Yes, you will go far I feel.” >Convince him to depart with one of the Assemblies *Fellowship*>You know, if you want to augment me, I’m up for it now. Hell, I’d be up for learning your clerical ways *Train to increase Religion*>Thanks for the knowledge, I just need to continue hunting down more things for Cargo.
>>4594383>Thanks for the knowledge, I just need to continue hunting down more things for Cargo.
>>4594383>You know, if you want to augment me, I’m up for it now. Hell, I’d be up for learning your clerical ways *Train to increase Religion*>Explain the Borg Assembly was on a Centcom fetch list, ask if he knows why the things on the list would even be on the list together.
>>4594383>Thanks for the knowledge, I just need to continue hunting down more things for CargoAll in due time
>>4594383>You know, if you want to augment me, I’m up for it now. Hell, I’d be up for learning your clerical ways *Train to increase Religion*We can do the proper Clown career path, first you try and fail to clown, then you get religious, then you lose your religion and become a true clown.
>>4594383>So there was a guy in a gas mask with a sword in the maint hallway... That's... not normal is it?>Thanks for the knowledge, I just need to continue hunting down more things for Cargo.
Thank you for the knowledge>>4594398>>4594525>>4594540>>4594700Augmentation>>4594499>>4594696
“I, uh, got a few questions left if you don’t mind me asking.” “If though devotes themselves to the Omnissiah, I shall answer anything within my ability and allowance to our cause.” “Indeed, I am looking for these things on this list.” I announced while handing the list over to the fellow, “Any idea why all these things are being requested?” “Hmm, these are interesting things. This is a bounty list for Cargo, correct?” “Yup, I guess you are a professional are ya.” “Hmm, these things are odd. Worst I could imagine is some kind of abomination made from robotic parts using the hearts as some kind of thing to keep the host brain alive.” “So its just a collection of junk?” “Yup, Centcom would not allow their abominations to be manufactured at Central Command. That is what their blacksights are for.” The Man Machine seemed to chuckle at his blackish humor, “Chances are these will either be sold or sent to other research stations.” “Cool, that all makes sense.” I felt a little hesitant from my next question, “Alright, while I was in the maintenance I saw some fucker with a lightsaber. Ideas?” “Hmm, I have been hearing things about a Traitor on the radio.” The Tech-Priest simply shook his head, “I would be careful in the Maintenance from here onwards then. Even the best Security cannot root the place out without blowing the entire station up.” “Then I will be careful about it then from here onwards.” I announced while accepting the paper back, “Time to get back to work eh?” “Indeed, while I cannot part with my Assemblies you can go to Robotics and request yours from there. As for the Slimes, Xeno Research should have plenty.” He clarified before looking me over again, “I understand you did not have the income before to be of our faith, but here onwards I request that you keep it in mind. Many other stations will have our kind, and they will expect you to know things to prove yourself.” “I understand, thank you for the talk. I might come by later for augmentations then.” “Good, I will see about procuring the equipment for the procedure if you desire it so.” With that, I left the Chapel. >Head to Robotics for the Assemblies>Xeno Biology for the Slime cores>Security for the Shotguns
>>4594727>Xeno Biology for the Slime cores
>>4594727>Head to Robotics for the AssembliesWe might be able to leverage them sending the Assemblies for cargo supplying some minerals.
>>4594727>Head to Robotics for the Assemblies
To Robotics!>>4594737>>4594800>>4594900Slime Cores>>4594732
I only had to cross the hall to make it to the place known as Robotics, since they had a giant ass sign hanging out their room. There looked to be a public door, so I entered the place without much of a hussle. Seemed for the most part I walked right into a waiting room, to which it was only a moment until the window on the other end opened up to reveal a Lizard Person, “Yo, what do ya want?” “I’m… looking for some Borg Assemblies. Would you have any?” “Plenty.” He said while taking a few looks over me, “What the hell does an Assistant want with em though?” “Getting them for Cargo.” I said while getting a feeling I could do something here, “You think some little ol’ assistant like me is going to make cyborgs or something?” “Hmm, you got a point. You monkey brain folk arn’t the brightest.” “Say’s the Lizard brained fellow.” I shot back with a smile. “Sex driven dicks.” “Cold blooded mouse eaters.” The Lizard took another look at me, this time with a reptilian smile, “He, you got a quick tongue Human.” “Call me Snicker, can I ask for yours?” “Sure, its Kazriech. Give me a moment to get the Borg parts.” As the Robotcist went into the back I noticed something else in the room. It was a modest sized machine, about twice the hight of a normal man and completely gutted out at the moment. As he returned, I could not help myself. “Hey, what is that thing there?” I asked pointing at the Construct. “Thats a Ripley, or atleast one I am currently building. Cool eh?” he said as he passed the assemblies over to me. >Tell him you need it for cargo>Ask if he can get some slime cores for ya *Fellowship*>Just bullshit with the Lizard for the moment>Thank him for the Assemblies and move on>Other
>>4595228>Just bullshit with the Lizard for the momentContact building is always useful
>>4595228>Just bullshit with the Lizard for the moment
>>4595228>Ask him if it's the one for the Centcom Requisition.>Then bullshit the lizard.
“Yeah it is, though what the hell is it used for?” I just had to ask the Lizard. “Well this thing’sss design was only recently released out into the greater Centcom you see, so we really don’t have a use. Though with a few upgradesss we are thinking it can be used in more hostile climates.” “Well you see it's on my list here.” I said while pointing it out on my table, “Is that the one Centcom ordered?” “Yup, Cargo requesssted ssshe be made and I saw why not.” Kazriech announced with a good amount of pride in his voice, “So they put it on your lissst to pick up?” “Yup, though I don’t think they expected me getting it from you.” “I can’t sssay who will be taking it from me, though I won’t argue with whoever comes firssst once its finished. It will probably be a few more hours until that happensss.” “Do send me a message when it happens.” “I can look into it.” He answered while getting a dragconic smile, “Want to come in and look at em?” “Fucking hell I would.” The Roboticist went around the counter, opening a series of doors for me to enter. First room had a surgical table with a bunch of things I noticed were labeled ‘MMI’, Omnissiah knows what that means. However after that we were in the main Robotics room, and with it we were several machines I could see. “Like what you sssee?” He said while taking out what I soon realized was a person hanging out in the corner, “Check out thisss Augmetic, it's in the experimental ssstagesss but it's looking to be a nice storage ssspace for toolsss.”“What is up… with that person?” I asked while pointing at the obviously dead person being held up.“Oh him? He’sss a Monkey-Man I stole from Geneticsss. He’sss just a monkey that evolved too fast and lost all brain-activity except the basicsss.” He proudly said before flicking the creature’s arm, “Now come on, give me a Welder!” As the Lizard flicked the arm of the creature, there was a quick lul in which Snicker felt his survival instincts kick in. Even before he hit the floor though, a massive explosion came out of the augmentation and sent both the Lizard and Monkey-man flying in either direction. Both of course were on fire, and the fire alarm kicked off. Within moments the room became a deep red, the doors suddenly having massive reds things covering them. In a matter of a second, things had quickly gotten out of hand. >Look for a fire extinguisher! And Quick! >Try and pad out Kazreich, best try and save your new friend>Stop the fire on the augmentation, to save the research! >Try and escape before the fire spreads! Unlike the game, Researchers actually have to do research.
>>4595490>>Try and pad out Kazreich, best try and save your new friend
>>4595490>Look for a fire extinguisher! And Quick!
>>4595490>Look for a fire extinguisher! And Quick! I think its faster for us to put him out with a fire extinguisher. Lets just hope we remember to turn the safety off, and also don't just bludgeon him with it on accident.
>>4595557+1, there are fire safety cabinets mapped all over the maps in a vast majority of areas and rooms, which most people never use because 90% of all fires in SS13 are plasmaflood fires from subverted AI or antags. Nobody likes plasmaflood fires because its so easy to execute and hard to fight against for everyone. Same shit with singuloose. Its why people are always advised to antag in interesting or creative ways. However, there will always be powergaming shitters who will do all in their power to drop everything and go balls to the wall to kill the antags irregardless of their job roles, because the lust for valids is a powerful corrupting influence on a player. Likewise, those same powergaming shitters will, when they get their antag roll, do all in their power to accomplish their objectives to get the greentext roundend, then promptly rush a method to get shuttle called asap (singuloose, plasmaflood, etc.) so the round ends and they can move onto the next round having "won". RP is the spice of gameplay, but some bad players will always be bad players.
>>4595609Do keep in mind I say this with /vg/ in mind, which is seen as the best server for a reason. With places like /tg/ and other servers, being a powergaming shitter is enforced and the norm, alongside other cancerous unfun trash rules and player expectations. If you try to RP there, people WILL try to kill you as a result of it if not ahelp to get you banned. This Low RP is cancer. High RP, which would probably be other servers, is also cancer. Most high RP players will ahelp anybody that dares to not act out a single thing, or will employ underhanded tricks to fuck with people or bitch incessantly until a ban is given to the opposing person. Medium RP is always the best choice. That's what I think.
>>4595490>Try and pad out Kazreich, best try and save your new friendSave the roboticist! They're an invaluable asset against horny Cat-Men!
Fire Extinguisher, quick! >>4595510>>4595557>>4595670Pad him out! >>4595495>>4595631While before I did rolling, from here onwards I will just compare stats to difficulty. Result shall be seen here.
“Shit man shit!” I yelled as the fire continued to flow through the place. It was only my luck that the fire did not expand from its position, that instead I needed to somehow get my hands on something to put the damn fire out. [Mental Integration Test: Success]I looked and looked, before I finally noticed the fire extinguisher that was settled on the wall. I count myself lucky that the ficker was there, but soon I crossed the room and took the damn thing out of its cabinet. Before doing anything else, I made sure to pull out the safety pin before firing it. [Ballistics Skill: Fail]With a large blast a while foam was sent flying throughout the room, covering everything in a white foam and water. To say I might have been freaking out during the entire time might have contributed to the shitty attempt, but hey, I saved everyone. “Damn… Thanksss human.” The Lizard said as he slowly picked himself off of the floor, “You sssaved my assss there.” “All in a day’s work.” I gave a charming smile while noticing the Fire Extinguisher was on Empty. “Well… I am lucky you were here or I would have been in criticalsss.” He admitted while giving me another repilian smile, “Ssstill, I need to get to Medical. Before I go, I mussst asssk. For sssaving me a lot of trouble, do you want sssomthing?” “Like a favor you say? Something tells me I can’t ask for anything.” “Sssmart, yesss, life doesss not have much value. Though a torched body isss a pain to ressurect.” >Ask that he lets you know when the Ripley is done, first thing. >Please, train me in the arts of the Roboticist>Keep it in mind for now, might need it later>Would you mind parting with *Ask for tools and weapons a Robo has*
>>4595823>Please, train me in the arts of the Roboticist
>>4595823>Please, train me in the arts of the Roboticist>Carry him on our backs.Keep up the banter let's keep this light hearted. "If you say no I'll princess carry you instead."
>>4595823>Keep it in mind for now, might need it later
>>4595823>>Keep it in mind for now, might need it laterHaving people "Owe you one" is worth a lot, even if they insist it's not. Besides, we are just an assistant, we're not asking for help with a shuttlejack or something.
>>4595823>Would you mind parting with *Ask for tools and how to use them on some basic stuff"Lets get hacking capable as soon as possible, its a greyshirts trademark.
>>4595823>>Please, train me in the arts of the RoboticistPRAISE THE OMNISSIAH
>>4595823>>Ask that he lets you know when the Ripley is done, first thing.
Roboticist in Training>>4595827>>4595846>>4595974Maybe later>>4595878>>4595925Parting with gear>>4595972The Ripley it is>>4596071
“Then I want you to train me.” I declared with a grin, “And if you are against it, I will princess carry you to Medical.” “Tsss, you didn’t need to try and bargain with me.” “Its a just in case, you can never be too careful.” “Very well, human, I will make you learn the art of machinesss.” “Praise the Omnissiah then.” I announced. “Hmph, I guess you can then.” The Lizard admitted before slowly getting up, “Now come give me your shoulder, you’ve basssically agreed to take me to medical.” “And I’m not one to Chicken out either.” I agreed before putting him on my shoulder and moving the two of us towards Medical. Medical did not take very long, since they basically just gave Kazreich a does of what they called Kelo-something. Soon enough we were back in Robotics, and soon I was geared up. My old belt was replaced with a Tool Belt, which had everything from Wirecutters, Multitools, and even a Welder. I quickly got myself a welding shield to make sure I didn’t blind myself when we were working, and soon enough I was equipped and ready to work. “Now you are looking like an Apprentisss.” Kasreich laughed while handing me a small book, “This here has the most recent research from Centcom about Borgs, the Ripley, and even some augmentations. You can say we are a special group of people on this station.” “Special you say? I mean yeah augmetics and Borgs are pretty good, but do we have exceptions or something?” “Hehe, many don’t realize it but the only ones who can walk in here are the Captain, HoP, and RD. Not even the Sec outposted here in Sci has permissions to enter our room.” “So we are doing some classified stuff?” “Plenty.” He laughed while tapping the half constructed Ripley next to him, “This baby right here is the latest of her line, handcrafted by me. Once she leavesss here, she’sss worth something close to 7,000 credits.” “Fucking hell, its worth almost an entire ship.” “Exactly, top of the line ssshe will be.” He laughed, “Now the question I need to asssk you, what you want to learn first?” >Learn how to make a Borg>Lets work on the mech, that seems like the most useful>Augmetics is good.
>>4596253>Augmetics is good.
>>4596253>Augmetics is good
>>4596253>Augmetics is good.The flesh is weak
Augmentations are good. >>4596315>>4596396>>4596418
>>4596253>Augmetics is good.Augmetics is VERY good. Augmented butts ahoy.
“Augmetics.” I announced with a grin, “They would of course be the most useful of all things.” “Hmmsss, do you find your flesh weak?” Kazreich asked with his pupils dilating. “My flesh is what landed me in the deepest of shit, you know. I was played and bambuzzoled, leaving me in the deepest of shits.” I admitted with a smile, “And you can say it is something I want to get into.” “Hmm, you do ssspeak as if you are a follower of the Machine Cult. Do know that I will not teach you their practicesss, and that I am heretical in their eyesss.”“I am very aware of that, lets get started.” “Alright, first we shall began with the nervousss sssystem.” Time went by quite fast, that much I will admit, and hell I’mma admit that some of the things I have learned might have gone over my head a little. However, by the end I got a nice feeling on how the augmentations even work. [Biology and Electronics have increased]“So, this wire right here will hook up to the Nervous system?” I asked while pointing to a small wire coming out of the prosthetic. “Indeed, and luckily you do not need to worry about making the piece itssself jussst yet.” The slimey bastered announced while showing off the machine next to him, “Thisss Autolathe will create everything you need. However, if you want to make sssomething new, you will need to desssign it yourssself.” “Like you and your tool arm.” “Indeed, I am lucky you sssaved it too.” “By accident, I’ll admit. Anyways, uh, what should I do here?” “Well first we shall get you an experimental subject to test on.” Kazreich announced while walking to a locker and poping it open, revealing what I realized was 4 of those Monkey-People. From the selection, he took out a brown haired fellow, “Alright, select what you want to install on this fellow and get at it!” >Replace his legs! >The arms shall do first>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with something>Just turn the entire body into a Preternis!
>>4596497>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with somethingcybereyes r cool
>>4596497>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with somethingHis vision is augmented.
>>4596497>The arms shall do first
>>4596497>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with something
“I think we should work on the eyes first, eh?” I promoted to my fellow. “The Eyesss are going to be the hardessst. However, thisss isss only a monkey made man.” He agreed while moving over to the machine, “Now, you are to presss this button here to get your eyesss. They have nothing ssspecial about them, as we have yet to develop better eyesss.” “Really? How can we make them better?” I just had to ask. “You mussst experiment, apprentice.” He announced with a crooked smile, “However, you mussst first learn how these devicesss work. Began now, sssee what you can do.” I gave him a nod, printing myself a pair of eyes and moving the lab monkey over to the surgical table. With it there, I got out the scaple and began my work. [Biology: Failure]First I removed the skin, placing it off to the side with a retractor in order to find some headway into it. With that accomplished, I decided to get out the circular saw and begin some work on opening up the skull. Kasreich watch over my shoulder as I more or less destroyed what remaining of the eye socket, “Ah shit, I should not have done that.” “Rookie missstake.” He announced with a smug grin, “You ssshould continue though, the creature is sssoulessss after all.” “Fine.” I soon continued my work, using the Hemostat to clamp down the numerous pieces of blood. It was kind sickening, seeing my hand covered in the blood of what could closely be called my ‘fellow human’. However, that did not matter as I took the scaple and cut away whatever cartilage was remaining. I took in a deep breath as I took the Hemostat again and cut their connection to the rest of the skull. Honestly I was kinda a little bit surprised that my test subject did not die, and however he was surely blind as I messily removed the eyes. “Fucking hell.” I felt a little bit of my mind go as I held a fucking pair of eyes in my hand. “Yes yes, the eyes are interesting. Now put them down and put in the robotic eyes.” “Yeah, alright.” I placed them onto the counter and got the other pair of eyes in. [Technology: Partial Success]“Uh, I don;t think its suppose to dangle like that right?” “I wouldn’t worry about it, finisssh the job.” “Alright…” I took the Cartilizer and ran it around the wounded sights, closing up the wound quite haphazardly in my honest opinion. Once my work was done Kasreich took a look over it, “Honessstly, not bad for a firssst try. But you need practice.” “You want me to operate on the others?” “You could, or keep working on this fellow here. Either replace more of hisss body or you could just disssect him.” “Isn’t that a Vivisection?” “I am not a native speaker of your language, Sssnicker.” He snaped back, “I can be lazy here and there with it.” >Work on other Monkey-Humans. >Do a Vivisection on the human>Just start replacing all his bodyparts.
>>4596887>>Do a Vivisection on the human
>>4596887>Do a Vivisection on the humanThe best practice is hands on practice, right? At least we got a good mentor.
>>4596887>Do a Vivisection on the human
“Well, time to get started right?” I asked while taking out my scaple and began angling myself on the Monkey-Human’s numerous limbs. “Indeed that isss true, ssstart with the arms so you can sssee how they function.” I did as requested, cutting up the body so I can look into the flesh to see what the hell was in it. To be honest I used the Hemostat liberally as to prevent the thing from bleeding all over me, though however successful I was at that I could not really say. However soon I was presented with a series of smaller tendiuns and such. “Good job Sssnicker.” My mentor said while looking over my shoulder, “Now, focusss on that white string. Actually, jussst chop it and sssee what happensss.” I did as I was told, and the body that I was working on gave what I could only call a massive flinche as it shook for just a moment. I turned towards my fellow, who just smiled, “What you jussst cut was the verve. Thatsss where most of our work will be going to.” “I guess that makes sense, you know how it works?” “Hmm, roughly.” He admitted while lifting the strip, “Our aim isss to best mimic it without problem. After that, we teach the brain to operate the limb with little training once it getsss ussse to it.” “So thats what that Mental Machine Interface is for?” I asked while pointing to the pile of them to the side. “Hehe, yes look here.” He said while pulling out his old and toasted creation, “Thissss here is a mini MMI, instead of a brain it works with the nervesss.” “So I just hook the nerves into this eh?” I admitted while realizing what I must do, “I shall isolate the nervious track then on this… uh, thing.” “Inciteful, continue.” So I did, and soon the arm was removed leaving only the nervous track there. I realise that a good couple of times I did nail it, with each time causing the body to flinch. I was actually learning hell of a lot of things, though hell if I was going to practice on a real person here later.“There, its exposed.” I announced while looking at the body before me, “Though I think I killed him.” “Hmm.” Kazreich looked over the body for a moment before giving a nod, “No, you only critted him. Worssse you can do now is jusssst keep going or repair the body.” “Wouldn’t it be unethical to just let it die?” “And miss out on a full body dissection?” >Repair him, at least close to how a doctor might do it. >Best just continue, ethics be damned>Lets just stop here for today, this is a little much for Snickers. >Other ideas Reply fast enough and I will get another update out at about 1est.
>>4597151>>Repair him, at least close to how a doctor might do it.we should do our best to at least try and keep our patients breathing
>>4597151>Best just continue, ethics be damned
>>4597151>Repair him, at least close to how a doctor might do it.Don't want to get a 'BWOINK' from Admin asking why we killed this guy
>>4597151>Repair him, at least close to how a doctor might do it.Increase medical skill. Soon we will be able to operate on ourselves!
Best fix him up>>4597178>>4597211 - Have you ever been Bwoinked for killing Monkey-Humans? If so, that sucks. >>4597252>>4597273Continue!>>4597187
“Eh, I don’t feel so well just leaving him in pieces like this.” I admitted while tapping the thing’s exposed nerves, “I’ll close him up and probably head over to get something to eat and smoke.” “You don’t need to worry about me when you are sssmoking.” Kasreich admitted with a shaking of the head, “Our worldsss are not the bessst to live on.” “I can believe it.” I took out a cig and lit it with the Cauterizer, before moving it towards my patient, “Time to work.”With that declared I began my work on the limb I more or less turned into a Picnic Chop, putting everything back on the with the Cauterizer. First of course was attatching the bone near the nerves, followed by the series of other meats that went both between them and all around. To be honest I was lucky my stomach was empty, because damn was this disgusting. However, the small smell of burnt meat was also agitating my nose, making my hunger only grow. Fuck, did that Chef already make me into a Cannible?“Fucking nutjob.” I continued, finally fixing up the rest of the limb. Honestly, it was kinda a fucking but everything was in the meat sack that could be called the arm. “Bravo, you did quite well.” Kazreich came over and looked at my job, “Here, let me show you something.” Within the next moment the I watched as the sack I had created slowly moved around, the Lizard smiling something fierce, “Medicine is magic, you can say. Bicaridine is a wonder drug for anything bruise related, with Kelotane best for that hard to deal with burns.” “I’ll be sure to keep those kind of things in mind.” I admitted while my stomach growed, “Well, I need to go eat something. I’ll be back.” “See you in an hour then, if you don’t die to some idiot.” Kasreich laughed as he opened the door to let me out, “Oh, and if you have time drop by the Head of Personnel, he can declare you my assistant.” “Thanks.” I said as I exited out the room through an airlock. >Go eat from the Chef, might as well accept Cannibalism>Get something from the Vending Machines>Take care of the HoP Card Change First
>>4597319>Get something from the Vending Machines
>>4597319>Get something from the Vending MachinesWe will have time to adjust to human burgers later.
>>4597276Shitmins everywhere, man.>>4597319>Get something from the Vending Machines
>>4597319>Take care of the HoP Card Change First
>>4597319>Get something from the Vending MachinesJust hope things haven't been mislabeled for a fucking laugh.
>>4597319>Go eat from the Chef, might as well accept CannibalismIts station culture innit? I'm sure you won't even notice the taste.
Alright, I am not very okay with eating human flesh as of now. So instead of taking my chances with the Cannibalistic Chef I made my way towards some vending Machines I saw earlier. So it was a simple trip up the halls and going a little north of the station’s bridge. Such a place of course was leisurely. “Alright, what to choose.” I thought to myself as I looked over the selection. Nothing seemed out of place, so I just grabbed myself some god damn cheese puffs. However, as the food was coming out I heard a distinct squeaking behind me. I honestly had nightmares about that sound as they came from a distinct pair of shoes. “HOO HOO HOO! Who are you!” I turned to see it standing behind me with the same mask I always see upon them, “Hmm, McSnickers Dickerson? By chance you want some Dick?” “Hello, Clownian, Honking your way down the halls?” “That is not a nice name to call someone, call me Honksalot!” He said while extending his hand towards me. [Experience: Pass]“Here, you can shake this.” I said while extending him a Welder. “Hehe, I see what you are trying to do there.” He annoucned while smiling behind his stupid clownish face, with a move of his hand the buzzer gave a small shock of electicity. “You here to annoy me, Honksalot?” I shot back at him. “Fufu, such an aggressive demeanor! Lets go ahead and lighten it up!” He quickly pointed his flower right at me and began to spray. [Mental Integration: Fail]I could not dodge as the spray went all over me, “Pff! Fucking Clown! This shit isn’t water!” “Fufu, its a special concoction my friend!” He said while patting me on the back with the none shocker hand, “I hope you are in no rush!” “Why you!” I prepared to punch the clown as he tried to get away from me. >Chase the clown down! Beat him up with a Wrench!>Ignore him, Snickers has other things to take care of>Throw the wrench, see if it knocks the clown out.>Other ideas on how to fuck with him.
>>4597538>Ignore him, Snickers has other things to take care ofWe should probably assume we will start Hallucinating soon so maybe get near medical before then.
>>4597538>Ignore him, Snickers has other things to take care of
>>4597538>Throw the wrench, see if it knocks the clown out.Pro shot, lets go. This is why I said we need to make a bola or two
>>4597559this or lube, I'm betting it's lube.>>4597538>Ignore him, Snickers has other things to take care of
Ignore him>>4597574>>4597559>>4597710 - Got itThrow a Wrench>>4597696
I was ready to chase the fucker, to I felt the liquid on my body a little bit more and narrowed my eyes at the fucker, “You fucking lubed me up.” “Oh ho? That is correct there Assistant-kun!” He laughed, “What you going to do about it?” “Walk. Away. Carefully.” I seethed through my teeth while taking a few steps off the lubed spot. “Hehe, alright then McSnickers.” The clown announced before honking his horn, “Call me if you need anything… funny!”I watched as he ran away from me, squeking his way down the halls. I simply shook my head as I steadily and carefully made my way off the lube and off towards the Head of Personnel. Arriving there, I saw the choke point that was called the HoP desk, though luckily no one was waiting in line, and a person was already sitting there. He looked a little bit uninterested, but at lewast he looked up when I made it. “Do you want maintenance access, I assume?” He asked while looking at me deadpanned. “Maintenance access? I… want to say fuck no.” I announced while shaking my head, “I’m here to get my job changed to Roboticist.” “Hmm, a productive Assistant. Indeed this is an odd space station.” He annoucned while putting out a piece of paper, “Answer this please.” I picked up the paper and looked over it, “Why do I need to give my Mother’s Maiden name?” “Do you want it or not?” “I guess I do.” I exclaimed while looking over the paper once again. I filled out the paper and all the nonsensical questions that were written upon it, “For Omnissiah’s sake, here.” “Hmm…” He looked over the paper, “Alright, you are clear. Give me your card.” I did as I was asked, the Head of Personnel clicking a few buttons on the computer as he was at it. Soon my card popped out with a nice purple look to it. “There, you are a Roboticist. You have all the Access that entails.” “Uh, thanks.” I said to the halfdead HoP. >Deliver the products to Cargo>Get straight to Robotics to continue Training>Go somewhere else to grab things, *Choose a department*
>>4597785>Deliver the products to CargoWe got em, might as well get paid for em
>>4597785>Go somewhere else to grab things, ShowersREMOVE THE LUBE
>>4597785>Deliver the products to Cargowe only needed to get three so let's go
>>4597785>Deliver the products to Cargo
Delivery to Cargo>>4597806>>4597848>>4597791Take a damn shower>>4597793
Since it was pretty close, I went from the HoP desk on over to Cargo with my things in hand. With a small thump I dropped all the things I was carrying onto the tesk for the fat man to see. “Hmm? Oh you’re back. With things.” He gave a dark chuckle before picking the things up and giving them a once over, “These are two of the things I needed, didn’t bother getting me a third?” “I’ve become a Roboticist in Training, thank you.” I said while pointing to my PDA’s identifier, “So our previous deal about me getting a job from you all is pretty useless.” “Hmph, and you will definitely be delivering that Ripley I take it? To think I would be checked by a fucking Assistant on his first day.” “I try my best, and I’m starting to get used to things. Hell, just earlier I was literally arms deep in a Monkey-Human.” I joked while showing the blood on my sleeve, “Now that I think of it, why has no one nailed me for running around all bloody for?” “Eh, probably because they are used to it. Though I recommend getting yourself some clothes to look the part kid.” He announced while taking the things off the counter, “Unless the announcer says an Admiral or something is coming, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” “How often do visitors come over?” “About every month.” He chuckled with a smile, “Now, about that payment. Since circumstances has changed, and you did do all this for me, what you want?” “What do I want? Hell do I know.” I admitted with a shaking of the head, “You guys order stuff, right? Got a list?” “Yeah we do, here is the list of things we are allowed to get you.” He answered while slidding a piece of paper to me. >Biker Gang Kit>Space Suit Kit>Insulated Gloves Crate>Medical Supply Crate>Chicken Crate>Others that are not Sec, Contraband, or Require additional access>Leave things for now.
>>4597982>Others that are not Sec, Contraband, or Require additional access.>"You guys wouldn't happen to be proponents of the right to bear arms would you?">Medical Supply Crate anyway.If my real life job taught me anything always keep an emergency medkit with your shit, even if your required to have a company one.
>>4597982>Insulated Gloves Crate
>>4597982>Medical Supply CrateIs the safe choice, but fuck do I want >Biker Gang Kitwe could even mod sick ass bikes with roboticist skills
>>4597982>Novelty Hats Crate
>>4597982>Space Suit Kituse this to find banana metal, use banana metal to make mech for clown, watch and laugh as the clown educates the station on society
Medical Supply Crate>>4597998>>4598014Gloves>>4598013Hats>>4598023Space Suit>>4598227
“I’m thinking…” I took another moment to look over the list, “Get me the medical kit.”“Understood, want that delivered directly towards your place of work?” The big man asked with a grin. “Yeah, that will be for the best.” I nodded my head at the assesment and began to leave, “Just get it delivered soon, I’m going to need it soon.” “Alright, see ya later kid.” The Cargo man laughed as I made my way back towards Robotics. It was quite the uneventful walk, seeing as a majority of people were still at work. Now that I thought about it, it seems everyone’s schedules are more or less a mess as to stagger the lunch times. Sounds kinda devilish, but I can not do anything about it right now. With a sense of pride in my heart I opened up the doors going into Robotics, the new permissions working wonderlously. I could see the feral grin on Kasreich’s face as I entered, “So you went by the Head of Personnel it seems. Good job.” “Guy seemed kinda dead, and the questionare was fucking bizzare. Any idea why that is?” “Nanotrasssen likesss collecting data on its employeesss.” The Lizard answered with a laugh, “Don’t worry about it now, worssse that will happen isss that when you leave they will try to blackmail you.” “Thats worse!” “You sssigned onto a company who would pay off your debtsss, end of the line kinda thing.” Kazreich joked with a shrugging of the shoulders, “No matter how long you signed up for, its not enough. Think of Nanotrasssen as your new life McSssnicker.” “... good point.” I gave to the damned lizard. “Anywaysss, what isss you objective now? Want to help me finish thisss mech or continue your resssearch?” >Continue Prosthetic research>Help with the mech>Why not borgs?
>>4598764>Continue Prosthetic research
>>4598764>>Continue Prosthetic research
>>4598764>Continue Prosthetic research>Justify it as needing the experience before moving onto a company project.
>>4598764>Continue Prosthetic researchADAAAAAAM, AUGS ARE THE FUTURE
“I think I’m going to focus more on Augmentations. I want to actually accomplish a proper surgery at some point in my life.” I joked with a smirk, “Anyways, I need more practice before working on Company projects.” “Isss that ssso?” The slithering creature said with a smirk, “I can see why you would want that. Thinking of specializing in Augmetics then?” “I don’t see why not. For every augmetic I can create we are one step closer to removing the flesh and become truly powerful beings.” I answered truthfully. So I began to work, this time around I had both more time and knowledge behind me. For one, using the books I was able to truely figure out what the fuck I’m suppose to do with nerves. With a little movement I can open up the Prosthetic and move the previously treated nerves onto it. With a few snaps the Nerves are instantly integrated into the body, and using the self-drilling tech the arm instantly attaches to the body. Thats just not the end though, atleast when it comes to this. For the most part I spent a day practicing surgery, taking off and reattaching old limbs. With the Medical Supply Crate opened up, I was even able to get it working again. I just got use to dodging involuntary punches by the patients though. I felt a small spark in my heart as Kazreich came up next to me, “Ssseemsss you are doing fine.” “I’m acutally getting a little good at this. Though if I do this on someone I will probably wreck their shit for a day.” “Now now, if you can get the machine there we can easily finish the job with medicine.” Kazreich answered before looking over the person himself, “Though… this is quite the job I do say so. You are learning fast.” “You can thank this text book for that.” I answered while showing the book off, “Its pretty educational.” “Hehe, sure it is. Well I’m about to kick it in for the night, you can either join me or do whatever the fuck you want.” >Go take a damn nap>Continue your Research, maybe even develop something! >Take a walk around the station.
McSnickers DickersonStandard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: 10>Fellowship: 50>Conspiracy: 25 Intellectual Skills>Technology: 40>Machines: 10>Atmospherics: 0>Chemistry: 0>Biology: 25Physical Skills>Weapon Skill: 20>Ballistics Skill: 10>Mental Integration: 20Mystic Skills>Magic: 25>Faith: 0>Blue Space: 0Unbound Stats>Wealth: 0>Military Power: 0>Prestige and Clout: 0Novice: 10Apprentice: 25Adept: 50Expert: 75Master: 100
Since you all choose to become a Roboticist: When doing work you can start scheming a research project to start. Just talk about what you all want to make, and they will become options later. Remember, right now you are basically equal in a starting round of SS13 tech, and honestly I can see shit going further or diverging from that. This Quest is in the spirit of the game, you are not bound by what can be programed into the game.
>>4599014>Go take a damn nap>Research project. (Hidden shotgun -rightarm.)
>>4599014>Go take a damn nap>Research Project: SHOCK HANDS
>>4599014>Continue your Research, maybe even develop something!
>>4599014>>Continue your Research, maybe even develop something!
Long Night working...>>4599036>>4599039>>4599091>>4599111
It seemed for the most part that night on the station was more of a suggestion than an iron clad rule. While my work place’s lights were still up and buzzing, a quick look to the outer hallways showed me that Nanotrasen at least dimmed the lights for the rest of the station. Didn’t affect the workers much, but it was a sign of what should be happening. I continued my work, focusing on manipulating the soulless people who I have now strapped to an operating table. One cut here, another over here. I was starting to understand it so much that I had managed to attach a Prosthetic with ease and then turn around with the old one and put it back in. Honestly it was probably unsanitary, but the person themselves has no reason to complain to me and I am pretty sure my continuous treatment will keep any disease away. Of course my sleepiness was starting to crawl upon me, as I too was human. I could only feel a little bit of anger at the Soulless Monkey-Humans since they seemed to be unfazed by the changing of time. So with a sigh I finished reattaching the arm and applying the bandages. Seemed the bandages were more than just normal bandages, since they almost instantly melded with the skin underneath and granted some motor skill back. Luckily the kit came with a scanner, so I knew the status of my patient. Elizabeth WarnerStatus: HealthyGeneral: 0 0 0 0Chest: 0 0 0 0 Head: 0 0 0 0 Left Arm: 0 0 0 0 Right Arm: 0 0 0 0 Left Leg: 0 0 0 0 Right Leg: 0 0 0 0 No diseases detectedAs I put the Health Scanner back into my pocket I picked up the Prosthetic and took a good look at it. Maybe it was my sleep depraved mind playing tricks on me, but looking upon it I felt that something interesting could be done with it. The ideas kept on flouting, as if the Omnissiah himself had began to fill my head with em. >Create… SHOCK HANDS!>Hidden Shotgun/Firearms would be cool. >Maybe a battery to mount on the body…>Suggest your own project!
>>4599225>Hidden Shotgun/Firearms would be cool
>>4599225>Hidden Shotgun/Firearms would be cool.what those zeroes means ?
>>4599225>Hidden Shotgun/Firearms would be cool.Call an ambulance! But not for me!
Firearms>>4599262>>4599273>>4599325I mean, stereotypical but why not.
“Firearms… lets make a firearm arm!” I laughed while picking up the arm and getting out a series of tools. First I need to hollow out the inside, which of course was not too hard since I have a drill with the medical equipment. You know, since this is how you get the bullets out of the damn thing! Hmm, the only issue now is that a lot of the old electronics are now removed. I guess I can move them up into shoulder? That might make removal and reattachment of another limb harder, but if you are going this far for augmentation you might be more willing to join the Omnissiah than most. Of course that was easier said than done, as I needed to skillfully move the damn circuits for nerves in that direction. Ugh, if there was just a better way to apply the MMI used here than turning them into a Servitor that would be better. As of now, the MMI I would like to use overrides the person’s brain with both laws and commands! “Oh Omnissiah, please bless me with an able Machine Spirit.” I begged as I moved the MMI inserts. The only problem now was that the Nerves were going to bend, and honestly it might take the body a little bit longer to get used to bent nerves. Finally came the move dangerous part, installing a firing pin. Alright, its not that dangerous, but hell will it be once its used. For all I know, the blast might come right back into the user and remove the entire damn arm in a single blast! [Technology: Partial Success] Alright, with a few moves I was able to get it! Issue, it needs to be cocked since there are no mechanics to pull it back. However, it was easy enough to make the firing of the gun come from the brain. Or atleast I think thats how it will work. On top of that, I was forced to make it a single shot mechanism. Unless I could get my hands on something with a loading mechanism to copy, this model is only going to pack one spiteful and surprising punch. So this comes with two problems now, first I don’t even know if this will fucking work. The Souless are useless since I require someone to actually operate the weapon, since I actually installed some brain shit into it. Second, I would need ammunition to see if the gun actually fired bullets instead of breaking itself. Both of these tests, luckily, can be done independent of eachother. I can trick the gun into firing itself by simply forcing the firing pin down, and we can test of the arm actually operates with nerves next to it. Or, better yet, I fucking take a nap and think this over in the morning. Fuck being a human, the flesh is weak! >Find a willing participant for Surgery>Gather some ingredients to make bullets for test firing>Go to Sec, who might have both to use. >Take a damn map.
>>4599401>Take a damn napmaps are in your PDA :D
>>4599401>Gather some ingredients to make bullets for test firinglet's do at least one of the tests before hiting the bed
>>4599401Trying to get us to go to sec. We're not suicidal.>Hidden Shotgun/Firearms would be cool.
>>4599401Grr. Work damnit.>Take a damn map.
Nap Time!>>4599412>>4599530Make the bullets!>>4599420
“I-I… I need to go to bed.” I shook my head while looking at the pile of metal laying on my workstation. I shook my head as I thought about it more and more, since hell knows if I really should be building something like this while I’m sleep deprived. So with a reluctant sigh I traveled away from my work, the doors shutting behind me with a hissing snap. As I traveled through the dimly lit station I noticed something happen behind me. It was a small spark, the Airlock it was near instantly opening to reveal the figure I was confronted with earlier. Same Gasmask, though this time he wasn’t holding out that damn esword in the open. On instinct I ran to the medical bay to hide, though I admit my curiosity was getting the better of me. With a small creek I looked around the corner to see what the fuck was he doing. First I watched him quickly run to the Cook’s table, grabbing a piece of the food that was laid out. He was fucking stuffing his bag full of the shit, so I could only assume he was hungry as shit. Then I watched as he want to the other end of the hal, where another maintenance door was hanging out. Taking out a small bastardized card I watched as he swiped it and the door literally broke! With a large spark I watched as the door opened up. I could not help but notice the Maintenance door was running right next to the one for robotics. While I am sure he is going to be running around in the maintence for fun, fuck if I am going to be fucking paranoid about it. With that I just gave up, making my way to the dorms. I was already too tired, but fuck if I actually have energy to do anythig else. I finally made it to an open room, clicking a button to lock the door behind me. Fucking tomorrow is going to have a few things happening. >Go to Security to report the bastard>Travel the station for a morning walk>Go back to work
>>4599991>Go to Security to report the bastard
Tell Security! >>4600008>>4600031>>4600085
Simply put, I needed to let people know what the hell is going on. At least, thats what I thought when I woke up in the morning. As I exited my little dorm room, I noticed that all the lights were back onto maximum once again. Of course this was the closest thing you could get to an actual day/night cycle, but honestly I don’t know if I would be paying much attention to it here in my later days. This station does run 24/7 it seems. Soon I had traveled up and down the halls, soon ending up where there was a large series of cells and doors. As I looked in there, I noticed each of them was holding a prisoner of some sort. “They… show off the prisoners?” I felt myself asking. I looked around for another moment, then took a sigh and walked my way to what seemed to be the front desk. Sitting there was another officer, who looked to be a little busy with paper work. I swollowed for a moment and knocked on the window.The man’s eyes shot up, then the window opened for him, “Do you need anything… Mr. Duckerson?” “I wanted to report a sighting of some maniac.” “Alright, first we will start with a desciption. Can you give me one?” “Yeah, fucker was wearing a gasmask and a yellow jumpsuit I think.” I answered before nodding to myself, “He was carrying some Green esword.” “Hmm, a Syndicate then…” He nodded to himself again before getting another piece of paper out and writting everything I said down, “And where did you see him?” “He was entering the maintenance door near robotics, where I work.” “Understood, I will see about getting a few men to go sweep the area. You have done us a great favor today.” “Yeah, I said while scratching the back of my head.” >Head on back to work>Go somewhere in the station *Where you wanna check out?*>Let the officer know of your experiment and the desire for some help.
>>4600677>>Head on back to workthe less we interact with the security the better
>>4600677>Head on back to workHonestly keeping security in the loop is enough.
>>4600677>Head on back to work
>>4600677>Head on back to workSo it goes
Back to work!!>>4600682>>4600738>>4600784>>4600804
“Well then, get back to work sir.” “Yeah, thank you.” I said while leaving the Security outpost. Gotta be careful near cops, no matter if they are Government or these damned private security forces they will all cause me some sort of problem. At least I wasn’t picked on this time, but Omnissiah knows what would happen if they lean towards the more barbaric nature.As I crossed through the halls I saw as everyone was already going back to work. Though this time I noticed a straight laced man working at a console in the Bridge. My guess was that he’s the Captain, so I could only wonder what he was doing. Soon I passed by the bar and medical, after which I passed by the maintence door that looked to have been worked on. There was a small holographic sign standing outside of it saying ‘Dangerous, Do Not Enter’, but after that nothing much else to it. Passing that I arrived at my workstation while being a little out of breath. Damn I’m going to need to get used to walking, as I noticed everyone else was just running around the station all willy neely. “Sssnickersss, you have arrived. I thought you ran away.” Kazreich laughed as I arrived. “Yeah yeah, no I needed to visit Security. I watched as some bastard broke into the nearby maintenance. I wonder if he’s even still there.” I admitted while pointing towards the Maintenance door near us. “Hmm, isss that the reason for this?” The Lizard said while picking up new attempt at inventing a new weapon.“No, that was a blessing given to me by the Omnissiah. I… don’t even think it works.” “Well I had a look over it, and honestly it’sss not a bad job. Though I wonder if your little nerve spiralsss are actually useful or not.” “Well that was something I wanted to look into myself. Though the Soulless are only good for practice, not use.” “Want me to attach this to you then?” Kazreich said while showing off my prosthetic. >Sure, for Science! >Surely we can find someone>Just continue to study the current Prosthetic models, that thing is probably trash. >Maybe some work on the Borgs will give ideas.
>>4600920>Just continue to study the current Prosthetic models, that thing is probably trash.
>>4600920>Maybe some work on the Borgs will give ideas.Borg's, then we move into making prosthetics. If our borg work goes ok then our prosthetics likely will.
Practice makes perfect!>>4600933>>4600997>>4601289Borgs>>4600940
>>4596887>>4597151>>4597319Some people might go "surgery takes too long, just kill them and clone them, easy", but I'm not one of those people. Scalpel>retractor>hemostat every time all the time.
>>4597319>I took out a cig and lit it with the CauterizerAbsolutely based for including this, OP. Remember that people can also light cigs with energy swords or energy guns (obvious risk of shooting yourself in the face) too
“No, its probably trash anyways. Set it over there, I’m going to study more parts.” “Alright, though if you ever want some help I can do it for ya.” “Understood understood.” With that we continued to work over the day, for the most part I was still trying to figure out how the hell the prosthetic’s nerve system works. I began to notice how the circuits interacted with each other, though honestly I still could not figure them out well enough. I had a lit cigarette in my mouth as I did this, counting on how I will need to get a new set here later. Damn, sometimes I don’t like leaving the safety of my little workplace. As lunch time started to come around I heard a small knock a the window. Standing there was a person, looking like some kinda person who wore a green and blue jumpsuit. “I got it.” Kazreich said as he walked up there. For the most part I tuned the conversation out, however it was only when Kazreich called out my name, “Hey Sssnickers. Thisss person wants two augmetic armsss. Want to do it?” “I mean, I could but I have only been studying for so long. You sure I should try?” “Yeah sssure! Bessst to make sssomething happen.” >Go ahead and do the surgery>Do it, but with the experimental augmetic>Nah, should not really try
>>4601458>Do it, but with the experimental augmeticLets ask em first, maybe charge em for it as well.
>>4601458>Go ahead and do the surgeryNot giving that experimental augmetic to someone I can't trust to use it on the traitor instead of the head of security.
>>4601458>>Do it, but with the experimental augmeticfuck it
>>4601458>Go ahead and do the surgery
>>4601458>Do it, but with the experimental augmetic
>>4601458>Go ahead and do the surgeryPractice Practice
>>4601474>>4601630>>4601737>>4601485 - Since its a tie breaker I will take it, but later on please use greentextJust give him his stuff>>4601603>>4601713>>4601753
“Sure, give me a moment.” I answered while picking up the Prosthetic I had designed the previous night. “Cool, I’ll let this sssucker into the Operating room.” Kazreich said with a devious smile on his face. Since the Prosthetic I had previously made was meant for the right handed, I quickly took a moment to produce a second left handed arm unit. It was kinda wonderous, seeing the machine produce what took me an entire might to modify. Of course, this here gave me the quick thought of scanning my design so that at any time I could remake it later. Soon the printing and scanning was finished, and I walked the devices off into the room where a man was sitting. He gave me a smile, almost unnervingly so, “So you will be helping me?”“Yes I will, though you still have all your limbs.” I noted while laying out my tools, “Do you think the flesh is weak?” “Yes my dude,” He answered while giving a small chuckle, “You see, the bees always hurt so much. I only realized a little bit ago that if I got mechanical arms, the bees would have nothing to sting!” “So the flesh is indeed weak.” I answered while thinking about it a little more, “So I have this… experimental equipment I want to test. If you use it and come back to me later, we can learn the result of it.” “Okay dude, you got it.” He said while giving another chuckle. “Then I need you to stay still and not try to punch me. This will take about half an hour and I don’t have any anesthetic. Luckily, I got bandages.” “Got it dude, do whatever you want.” With that I got to work, removing the flesh from his arms. Seeing as he was not punching my face in reflectively like the Soulless Monkey-Humans, I felt he’s probably either not in his right mind or high as a kite. Either way, I got permission from him and I am not part of Medical. I felt a small smile creep on my face as I gave him a tap on the shoulder, “Can you move your shoulder?” “Yeah man, I feel like a completely new person.” I answered while moving the arms a little, “Though… I feel like somethings odd about my right arm.” “Well that is the experimental piece. Atleast you can move it, just tell me if something is problemsome with it later.” “Sure thing. See ya dude.” The man said before jumping off the table and walking right out. >Go out to get some more smokes>Continue your research>Head out for some lunch>Seek out the damn ingredients for gunpowder
>>4601869>Seek out the damn ingredients for gunpowderWe can find the ingredients with a net search. Saltpeter, Sulfur, charcoal. Maybe we can get some wood from Botany and process it into charcoal.
>>4601869>Seek out the damn ingredients for gunpowderThat botanist can probably help us, saltpetre is used as a compost ingredient as well. And they can get the charcoal too. Barring that, chemistry will be our friend.
>>4601869>Go out to get some more smokes
>>4601869>Seek out the damn ingredients for gunpowder
Making Gunpowder>>4601890>>4601926>>4602122Smokes would be good. >>4601957
“Actually, mind if I join you? You are a… Bontonist right?” “One of the few, my dude.” He said with a small laugh, “Need something? I mean, I don’t know if you dudes should be getting baked on the job or not, but I support your right to the fun stuff.” “I… don’t really know what to say to that.” I admitted while feeling the slight urge to get the Narcotics, “However that is not my aim here. I need some wood you see, to get some Charcoal going.” “You need charcoal eh? Yeah man come on over I can help with that.” He laughed while patting me on the back, “And if you want you can have a taste of the good stuff.” “Let’s get over there first.” I said while ushering the guy out of the room. I felt a devilish grin coming from the damned Lizard as we left the place, the damn thing knowing exactly what I was wanting to do I bet. The travel over was not very hard, of course, since we were just walking from one side of the hallway to the other side. The man happily opened the door to let me in, and soon I was in one hell of an area.Botany looked to be a mix between industrial and the organic. The walls and bins that the plants were housed in were obviously made of metal. However, opposed to those, there were literal fucking trees growing out of them. I had heard Nanotrasen stations were suppose to be completely self sufficient, but come on this is insane. “Over here, dude!” The Botonist yelled while handing me a series of blackened fruit, “Charcoal, just how you wanted it.” “This is a fruit.” “Open it my dude.” Now I was getting curious, and wouldn;t you know it the moment I opened the fucker there was a large piece of fucking Charcoal sitting in my hand. The guy I was with looked really proud of himself, though he soon walked over and got something from a desk. “Now you got my Charcoal, dude, I gotta give you my parting gift.” He announced while preparing lighting a small sig in his hand, “Take a puff of this, dude, and your mind will take one hell of a trip.” >Accept the cig, but keep it unlit>Take a deep breath of that>No, McSnickers was a Proper Clown who did no drugs. Those who vote to smoke it, post a picture with it.
>>4602427>Smoke the space dankness
>>4602427>Take a deep breath of that
>>4602427>>Take a deep breath of that
You all, this is going to be fun. >>4602461>>4602543>>4602598>>4602705>>4602822
I looked at for only a moment, growing a small smile on my face, “Wouldn’t mind if I do. Light her up.” “Cool my dude, you won’t regret this!” He announced while lighting the sig. Taking the thing from him, I took a puff of the devil’s weed. I could feel it going through my lungs just like a cigarette would. However the difference is both the texture and taste of the smoke. I could be wrong, but this stuff kinda tasted like a sugary candy. “Hey there, having a fun time, kid.” Were the words spoken by a cute girl who looked to have been smoking it more than me, “This shit is Space Dank.” “Hmm, I taste a little… garbage in this!” I turned to see a small green goblin laughing, “You think this shit is the good stuff? I’ve had better raiding villages.” “Now that is not a kind thing to say, little boy.” My eyes widened as I was now faced with an army general from who knows how many eras away, “You only fight the armed combatants. We don’t want to be the block for warcrimes.”“Come on my man!” A girl came up behind him and patted the general on the back, “We are aiming to the biggest kill count in gaming history! Don’t you hold that title yourself being the one who ordered the nukes?” “You are confusing me with Truman, girl. I was the one who did accept your people’s surrender.” “Everyone.” Everyone in the room turned to see that one of the plants, holding the biggest blunt I have ever seen in the world speak, “Let us take a puff in peace. We are to bring serenity in McSnicker’s mind.”Following the advice of the big tree, we all took in our puffs. That same feeling I got earlier was even better this time though, and damn was I enjoying it. My mind, which I relized for a moment was getting a headache, had now settled down. “Hehe.” The Goblins laughed another evil laugh as he turned towards everyone, “Still think we can get better stuff. How about we go out and get some?” “But that's work little green man.” The teen without a MLG hat exclaimed while blowing into the air. “But we can get better stuff! Become filthy rich and have all the bitches.” “We are not doing a Rape of Naking Goblin.” The General said while looking towards me, “What we should do is hunt down this traitor. He is an enemy of our people and country.” “But we are in a corporation, my man.” The girl said again in retaliation. “Did I stutter! He threatened us!”“I’m with Douglas on this one!” The MLG girl said with a smile, “We need to hunt down this man and robust him!” >Go off to steal things>Hunt down the traitor while high as balls>Just stay here and be baked>Get back to work! Being baked is no excuse when making gunpowder!
>>4603041>Hunt down the traitor while high as ballskek, nice use of the pictures my man
>>4603041>Hunt down the traitor while high as balls>Get a real fucking weapon.
>>4603041>Hunt down the traitor while high as ballsSS13 experience has taught me that this is the only way to do it.
Since we're listening to Mac Daddy. We should try to find the most destructive weapon as possible. After all this is the man who called for turning the chinese-korean border Bright glowing green.
>>4603041>>Hunt down the traitor while high as balls
“You know, Mr. General, I like your thinking.” I answered with a lucid smile, “Got any ideas how I pull that off?” “Of course, first you need to get yourself a weapon there son. After that, you advance upon the enemy with the intent to kill!” “Understood, sir!” I said while giving him a salute. “Having fun, my dude?” The Botonist asked with a grin. “I… have been given a mission by the General.” I announced to the man, “Do you know where I can get some Phospherous?” “Hell yeah my dude.” He laughed while opening the door to let me out, “Go see the Chemist, tell him ‘His Dude’ sent you.” “Understood! Omnissiah Bless America!” I announced while walking off into the hallway. The walk of course was not a problem, as I soon ended up at the desk of the local chemist. I could hear the machine next to me peeping, saying something about a super disease something. Since there was bottle of those pills just hanging out, I decided to just pick it up and began munching on it. “Hello there.” The door opened to reveal a man dressed in a white and orange uniform, “Can I ask why an assisstant like you is standing at my counter?” “Yes, I am on a mission. Can you hand me some Phosphorus?” “Phosphorus? Why do you want that?” “Look, ‘Your Dude’ sent me over to get some. You want to get infront of Justice and Liberty?”“Ah, its that kinda call. Sure give me a moment.” He reached to the machine and press a button. I heard something that was close to water hitting the tap, and soon he handed me a beaker, “Now, is the good stuff made yet?” “Yup, your dude has it.” “Good.” The chemist said as he left the counter to do Omnissiah knows what. “Good Job Soldier!” I turned to see the General and MLG Girl both standing before me with grins, “Now make yourself a firearm! You already made one, I am sure you can make another.” “Come on Patton, I think he should make a couple of grenades instead.” “Girl, you do realize this is a space station right? Also, I am not Paton I am Douglas MacArthur.” I soon heard a little sniffle from behind the two as the Goblin came out, “Sk sk, I think should take the gun powder, and add it to a bat. A bat that will make big bomb!” >Make a Shotgun and Shells with the materials given>A couple grenades would be good enough>Boomstick Bat would work wonders>Of course, you guys can flavor these weapons with a few extra text as well. Snickers is more or less Adept at small tech now.
>>4603317>Or, you guys can have the Firearm prosthetic installed and use it instead.
>>4603317>Or, you guys can have the Firearm prosthetic installed and use it.>Make a dragon's breath shell with the phosphorus.>Ducktape something sharp to our arm as well.
>>4603317>Boomstick Bat would work wondersA delightful take on a botanist/assistant classic
>>4603317>Make a Shotgun and Shells with the materials given
>>4603317>Or, you guys can have the Firearm prosthetic installed and use it instead.Recoil needs to be accounted for
>>4603385Give me an idea on how you will reduce it and I will add it to the update in the coming few minutes.
>>4603407We redirect excess gasses to come out of a vent placed conveniently near our tailbone, helping to counteract the recoil.
“No, you all are not thinking large enough.” I fought back with a smirk, “I have received a gift from the Omnissiah, it would he heretical not to use it.” “Hmph, that piece of metal you called a gun?” The General said with a shaking of the head, “That should work, though why am I in the head of a heathen.” “Don’t think about it much there Big Mac.” MLG girl said with a devilish smirk, “I was just born on the internet with photoshop, and before that some virgin animator who wanted to draw cute girls.” “That does not help me one bit.” While those two were bickering I ran down the hall and opened my way into Robotics. Kazreich of course had his reptilian eyes narrow as I started to print my Shotgun arm. “You ssseem a little excited there, human. Did you have a little too much fun with the Botonissst?”“It is because I now have a mission, and to complete it I ask that you place this onto me!.” I said while working on a few modifications. “You finally want that placed onto you? Sure I can do that.” The Lizard laughed while walking over to prepare his workplace. [Technology: Success]While he was doing that, I was making a few changes to the weapon. Now there were a few pipes within the chamber meant to release some of the gasses from the explosion I was going to cause. Of course this meant I needed to modify the shells, since the otherwise it would all shatter when a beed got lodged somewhere it should not have been. I also just needed to do some last minute mods to the thing, like of course making sure the mechanisms where just stable enough to take the recoil. “Alright, its ready.” I said while walking over to the Lizard and handing him the item. “Thisss isss going to be fun.” He said while taking out the scalpel and getting started on removing my limb. Honestly it was not that painful, but I felt like for a moment the General and Co. were not real. Actually, they were- nope they were real. At least, thats what I thought as Kazreich finished hooking my up to the nerves and shoulder to the machine. “Done. Now you going to try it out?” The Lizard said with a carnivorous smirk. “Yup, I’ll be back soon. Omnissiah bless the red white and blue!” I announced while leaving the room. Of course, not without grabbing a flashlight from the counter and a sharp looking piece of metal for my own use.
“Are you not forgetting something?” The General asked as I was steps away from the maintenance door that had yet to be repaired. [Chemistry: Too dumb to realize if it succeeded or failed]“Don’t worry, I got them.” I said while taking out a small series of makeshift dragonfire rounds, “I had a little fun making these, they are both compatible with my weapon and having a nice effect.” “Hmm, I don’t want to trust non-american ammunition but that will have to do. Be sure to be sneaky about your approach, and only use the light when you need to.” “NO!” MLG Girl said while wrapping her hands around my neck, “Listen here Gamer, you are going in there to Robust him. Make sure he knows you are coming, so that its even better when you robust him.” “Sk Sk, steal everything!” The Goblin grumbled. “Damn, you all have so much work.” The other girl said while handing me a blunt, “Don't forget, you need your medication.” >Steal. Everything. >Sneaky Sneaky>MLG Gamer time, with airhorn I am sure. This is getting too fun
>>4603440>Steal. EverythingWe are an assistant with clown heritage, on that note. Do we know if we might have a little clown DNA in us? Its takes a rare type of person to be attracted to the Slippery arts like we were, we might have had a banana in our DNA a while back.
>>4603440>Sneaky SneakyIndeed it is OP
>>4603438>Sneaky Sneaky We'll be found first, even so he won't expect sudden shotgun arm.
>>4603440>>Sneaky Sneakytfw everyone gets a cameo except the weed tree
>>4601458>>4601869What, the Botanist really wanted robo-arms? I thought he would go "no, I need them individually to put on my farmbots" like most botanists do when they go to Robotics roundstart
Sneaky Sneak>>4603452>>4603455>>4603464>>4603510STEAL EVERYTHING>>4603442
“Understood, general.” I announced while putting my flashlight into my pocket, “Going dark.” “Oooh this should be good.” MLG girl said while creeping along behind me. With that we entered the Maintenance, not a soul seeing me do so. Of course the damned place was dark. I however knew the risks of actually having my light on, and opted to just keep the damn thing off so that no one would be able to see me slowly creep through it. It was a little while, but my eyes adjusted just enough for me to see everything that was close to me. There were lockers all about me, and it looked like none of them were locked. I looked to the other end of the shaft, and noticed a small light glowing where I could read ‘Solars Aft’. “Soldier, you know what to do. Let him come to you.” “Understood, General.” I said while opening one of the nearby lockers and slowly moving myself into it. It was hard, but I could see the spot where the lights shined. “Not very MLG, but camping is fine since its a Search and Destroy Game Mode.” The girl said with a laugh. “Damn Jap, when will you learn this is not a game,” The General said with a small growl in his voice, “I fucked up Korea because I was underestimating the enemy. I do not plan to do so again.” “Korea? Isn’t that where all the Starcraft players are at?” “Ugg, fucking-” “Someone is coming, you all.” The lazy girl said while pointing towards the empty hall.I turned my eyes towards the soft steps, which at first were being lit by a flashlight. It was soon followed by who I realized were a bunch of security guards looking from way to way. “Target has not been sighted, over.” One of them said while taking a look around me. “Understood, advance towards Engineering, That should flush him out.” “Then lets advance.” I watched as the two Sec Members left, not bothering to check my locker. Somehow I felt this oversight was going to nail them, and indeed within a minute of them coming through someone else was coming up. This time he lit the halls with a faint green light, the sounds of him munching of what I am sure was human jerky. I felt he was gittery, but there was some sort of grin under his mask. Behind him was a locker, probably what he was using to hide himself this entire time. “He is going to be next to you in a few moments, be ready.” The General said. “Take that weapon, kid. That should be one hell of a gamer move.” MLG girl said. >Point black shot! >Give the fucker a suckerpunch to the face. >Try and take that sword away from him.
>>4603670>>Point black shot!MLG as fuck
>>4603670>Point black shot!Open the fucking door first. Shotguns have the penetration of a fucking we noodle but they hit hella hard.
>>4603670>Point black shot!
>>4603670>Point black shot!Mom get the camera
>>4603670>Try and take that sword away from him.Lets get dat ewsord
>>4603670Time to regret not activating suit sensors!>Point blank shot!
Point Blank!>>4604014>>4603716>>4603699>>4603683>>4603674Take the sword!>>4603759
“Wait for it…” The general said while a slowly raised my prosthetic hand, “wait for it.” In the few moments I had, I watched the man get right infront of my locker. His gasmask covered face looking emotionless. However, I felt he knew something was up, as he gave a moment’s pause to look towards my holding. “NOW!” “TAKE THIS YOU BASTARD!” With a fury I jumped out of the locker, with a motion I forced the gun I was carrying to release the arm and expose the muzzle of my shotgun against the Traitor’s chest. I pulled the trigger, and that is when all hell started to break loose. The shell did indeed fire, a fireball coming out to engulf my foe in a small pillar of fire. However I did not expect the pume of fire coming out behind me, and the feeling on my shoulder growing hot. Before I realized it, my entire prosthetic was glowing hot red as I realized while might have happened. There might not have been enough gunpowder to release all the phosphorus.“You fucking ass hole!” The traitor screamed while trying his best to pat out the flame, “You are going to kill both of us!” “Nah, just you really!” I laughed while ordering my now flaming hand to close. “Oh, flaming hand! Thats some MLG secret pay to win weapon there!” MLG girl said with a laugh. “It is awesome.” I admitted. “You high or something idiot!?” The Traitor seemed to of course be in a lot of pain, but he quickly engaged his esword, “Fine, I’ll kill you first then put out my fire!” Yeah, shit is going to get real real quick. At least my fist is on fire, though dunno how long its going to last. >Try and give him a few punches of the flaming fist>Get that damn esword away from him>Go find security! You know where they went.
>>4604131>Get that damn esword away from him>Just grab his wrist with out scalding hot bot hand. it should force him to drop it while we bear the shit out of him.
>>4604142+1 Sounds robust as shit
>>4604131>Grab his wrist with our scalding hot bot hand. it should force him to drop it while we bear the shit out of him.QM asked us to use the green text, not +1, re-vote guys he's going to ignore your votes.
With this many +1's I think I'm golden.
>>4604142>>4604220>>4604275Like the fellow said it does not matter if they don't greentext. I do this just in case so I can tell the difference between actions and discussion, as I have had too many problems last time with this.
>>4604131>Grab his wrist with our scalding hot bot hand. it should force him to drop it while we bear the shit out of him.THE POWER OF FLAMING FIST
>>4604278In that case...>>4604131>>Get that damn esword away from him>>Just grab his wrist with out scalding hot bot hand. it should force him to drop it while we bear the shit out of him.
>>4604278>>Grab his wrist with our scalding hot bot hand. it should force him to drop it while we bear the shit out of him.
A lot of people corrected out to our. But nobody corrected bear to beat.
>>4604375We can beat him like a space bear, can't we? Bear Force One is a thing in SS13, albeit impossibly rare
>>4604375I was under the impression we were gonna maul him like a bear.
>>4604375We do have the right to bear arms. We'll just have to find some, maybe genetics can help.
>>4604380>>4604443>>4604449So bear it.
Grappling the enemy while on fire. This should be fun. >>4604326>>4604299>>4604296>>4604220>>4604142
“Not if I get you!” I laughed while charging at him with a flaming fist. “Fucking hell!” He yelled while giving a small wave of his esword, “Damn Suicidal Nanotrasen swine! Take this!” [Weapon Skill: Partial Success] The first person to make the attack was of course me since I was the one with a flaming fist. The main experiences of fighting I had were of course bar room brawls and helping my gang give a guy one hell of a bad day. So of course I expected the guy to dodge my first punch, and with his sword he sliced right into my stomach with a horizontal slash. I was fucking in pain, and just having basic medical knowledge knew that the injury was going to probably lead to my untimly death. However, with the blessing of the Omnissiah and Weed, I was still able to power through it. And I closed the gap. “Fucking nutjob!” He yelled while taking a swing at me with his esword again. However unlike the last time, I was not over extended on punching his face in. No, instead I raised my Prosthetic and took the attack in the hand. Of course the man was expecting my hand to just come off, but- “The Flesh is weak, Traitor! Omnissiah bless the machine!” I laughed while quickly moving my impaled hand onto his. “Damn it!” He yelled while the singe of hot burning metal wrapped around his hand. He of course tried to disengage the esword, but was too late to stop what was going to happen next. I should have expected something like this to happen, but I was heating up a sword that was meant to hold some sort of plasma based matter in place. What the hell did I expect to happen when my currently damaged and melting metal hand began to slag on the machine meant to keep the weapon’s blade stable. Well it releases the sludge of course. “AAAAGGGHHH!”“BLESS THE FUCKING OMNISSIAH!” The blade literally dropped on our hands, consuming them both in a small shower of liquid energy. Put it simply, by the end we were both lost a hand, though at least mine was a prosthetic. Dunno about his.“Fucking, I will make you pay for that!” He said while taking out a small pen, “Time to put you to sleep.” >Clock him in the jaw! >Pray the Omnissiah bless Snickers with something>Try and use the gun again! You don’t need the hand to fire it! >Dodge that damn pen!
Its not space station 13 unless you start losing limbs.
>>4604582>Try and use the gun again! You don’t need the hand to fire it!
>>4604582>Clock him in the jaw!Alternatively, we try and take the pen stab in the prosthetic
>>4604582>>Clock him in the jaw!
>>4604582>Clock him in the jawTake the stab in the prosthetic, then punch to the nose
>>4604582>Clock him in the jaw!Too bad there aren't any tables nearby
>>4604582>Clock him in the jaw!
>>4604632with all these "clock him" votes, y'all aren't thinking of Ratvar are you?
>>4604674Clock cult his ass straight into the "removed antagonist" bin
Clock him>>4604603>>4604609>>4604610>>4604625>>4604632Use the gun!>>4604602
>>4604582>Clock him in the jaw!SMASH THAT FACE!
“No, you go to sleep!” I yelled while charging the man with my last fleshy fist. [Weapon Skill: Failure]I would want to have said that my fist making contact with him would have knocked him out and that I dodged the pen, but I was not nearly that lucky when my fist did make contact. He did not go down with a single hit, though I think I felt a little bone shatter at the moment of contact. In retaliation, I felt a small needle prick me in the chest. In the moment given the Trator got away from me and ripped of his face mask. “Fucking hell. You know, I was holding that to use on my target.” he laughed while looking at his lost hand, “But its worth it if just to take you out, damn assistant.” “F-fucking hell…” I gripped my chest as I felt someone clouding my mind further, “Its… a tranq.” “Ding ding!” He laughed while taking out a wrench and twirling it around, “Pitty Nanotrasen probably has your DNA on back up. You’ll be a pain for our further operations.” “Whose?” “The Syndicate.” He announced with a laugh that roared through the maintenance, “I will make sure they put a contract out for you, after we cleanse your DNA from Nanotrasen Servers.” “You fucking…” I stopped speaking as I saw something moving from within the shadows behind the Traitor. “Hehe, too tired to speak! Good. You fucking deserve-” He stopped speaking as I noticed vines slowly moving around his ankles, “What that-!” “That is no way to talk to my Child.” We both were in stunned silence as we finally noticed it coming out of the pipes. Several vines came crawling out, and as they singed on the Traitor I could not help but smell a recognizable smell. “Weed Monster!” I laughed as the traitor was soon engulfed in vines, “H-hold him there!” “Hurry, Child! My limbs are being burnt as we speak.”With my last ounce of strength, I crossed the small gap between me and the traitor. On instinct I whinding up my right arm. Before the drug could take me, I gave him one last jab with my Prosthetic stump in the jaw. “You’ve been clocked, ya dumbass.” I laughed as I’m pretty sure I broke the lower part of his skull. In the last few moments, I collapsed on the ground. >Snickers is found my a Paramedic>Kazreich found him, though out boy needed some upgrades>Snickers bled out, alone in the maintenance with the corpse of a traitor next to him. *Clone at Centcom, but badass end*
>>4604793>Kazreich found him, though out boy needed some upgrades
>>4604793>>Snickers is found by Security, as someone heard the explosion in Maint and they were already patrolling in the area.It's LAWYER TIME! PROVE that you're not the tator tot!
Time to Abandon Flesh>>4604802>>4604835>>4604836>>4604839Interesting, but they voted otherwise>>4604828
“So this is where the sssmoke is coming from…” I heard the voice of someone who I could barely recognize, “Ssso thisss there where you went. Can you get up?” I felt my body shifted a little. “Tsssk, your fucking organ are everywhere.” I was coming in and out, though I am a little suprised I have not gone into critical yet.“Damn it, Sssecurity is coming. Guesss no medical for you today unless you want to suffer interrogation.” I watched as slowly my vision distorted, moving from location to location as I was carried. In one moment of lapse, I could hear another voice come in. “What happened to my fellow?” A robotic voice asked. “Can’t sssay, help me quick.” I was in and out now, though I could hear the shutting of what I could only assume was somekind of shutter. “Can you do sssome bonking on his head Tech-Priest?” “I cannot heal him, Child. The Omnissiah only allows the healing of Machines. However…” “Yeah, that’sss the only way this is going to happen.” I heard the riviting of a saw, “Sorry Snickersss, but you don’t want Centcom asking questions.” After that I could not hold consciousness any longer. However as it happened, I could feel something was happening in the deepest rivets of my mind. I could feel things being stuck into me, that a weight I never knew was on my mind was finally being relieved. “By the will of the Omnissiah, I commit the rite of activation. May the Motorforce and Machine Spirits serve you.”
“Guh!” I felt my lungs quickly take in a large amount of air as I rose from the Surgery table. The first thing I saw was the mess of limbs and shit that were laid on the floor. If I was honest, it looked like a pile of skin that was forked off. It was then I noticed something different, that I could not feel the cold metal I was sitting on. I knew it was there, but somehow I felt something was off about it. In the next I looked down and saw not flesh, but machine. “You have awakened, Child.” I turned to see the face of Enginseer Radium with what I guessed was a happy smile, “You are lucky we found you in time, your death was almost assured.” “Y-yeah… my death.” I said while rubbing my now mechanical eyes, “What happened?” “That isss easssy enough.” Kazreich said while taking the lump of skin and throwing it into what I realized was a coffin, “Everyone on the radio was screaming about monsters and I noticed the massive fumes of smoke covering the halls. It did not take a genius to track down where all of it was coming from, and thats where I found you dying next to another corpse.” “I-is that so? Why am I her and not medical?” “Because soon after I heard Security demanding to know who lit a large bush of Hallucinogen into the atmosphere of the station. Thanks to whatever you did, the Emergency Shuttle has already been called.” “And the body?” “Yours.” The lizard said while getting a dastardly smile, “Don;t you worry, most of your old organs are in your new suit. No ones come up with any new replacements. Though your stomach didn’t survive.” >Bitch at them for turning Snickers into a Preternis>Go out and help people within the narcotic smoke>Just get out a smoke and prepare for the Shuttle’s arrival
>>4604983>Go out and help people within the narcotic smoke
>>4604983>Just get out a smoke and prepare for the Shuttle’s arrivalWe're not a borg, and not obligated to help. Also, 90% sure the smoke is the Chemist's fault, I think you will find the Chemist is the one at fault here. Chemist and the Botanist, their fault, not Snickers.
>>4604983>Go out and help people within the narcotic smokeI hope lil arthur smiled at us while breathing a fat kush with the girls
>>4604983>Go out and help people within the narcotic smokeJob's never done on Space Station 13...
>>4604983>>Just get out a smoke and prepare for the Shuttle’s arrivalIt was the weed trees final sacrifice, so we may smoke in peace
>>4604983>Just get out a smoke and prepare for the Shuttle’s arrivalDude just let them antitox and internals on
Go save the common Folk>>4604984>>4605017>>4605021>>4605127Just take out a smoke and have a little>>4604991>>4605150>>4605272
“I… alright fine.” I said while shaking my head, “How bad are things outside?” “Salvageable, just quite a few people were too late to get their gasmasks on.” Radium said while mounting what I realized was an Oxygen tank, “I will be heading out myself to help the downtrodden.” “Mind if I join you?” “You may, though I suggest you get your internal turned on. While we are machine with regulated organs, things such as continious exposure to the gas is sure to overwhelm our systems.” “Under… stood?” I said while reaching into my box and taking out the small tank and gas mask. It took a moment to get the damn thing on my belt and attached to my gas mask, but soon enough I have my internals working as intended. “Well, better now than ever I sssay.” Kazreich said while turning to what I realized was a completed mech, “Give me a moment, I will be right out.” With that sorted out, both me and Radium made our way outside and if I gotta be honest things were not looking very good. “THEY ARE COMING! THE ABDUCTORS ARE COMING!” “SPACE JESUS IS HERE! LOOK!” “ALIENS EVERYWHERE! EVERYONE HELP ME KILL THEM!” “MY FLESH HAS MELTED OFF OF MY GOD!” I could feel my phantom brow raise as I looked over the mess “Things have gotten a little outta hand.”“Indeed they have, though not so bad that we cannot recover from it.” Radium said as a pair of shutters opened to reveal a completed Ripley coming out. “I’ll give everyone a good punch to knock them out. I will need sssomeone to focus on carrying them out of here and another to make sure they have gas masks on.” Kazreich said as he started strutting towards the man flaying a knife around. >Start dragging them into Medical>Make sure everyone gets a mask on. >No, Snickers will be the one to knock people out!!
>>4605482>>Make sure everyone gets a mask on.ALWAYS wear your Emergency O2--this is survival 101!
>>4605482>Make sure everyone gets a mask on.
>>4605482>Make sure everyone gets a mask on.Don't need the Enginseer integrating their masks to them.
Oxygen is the best gas in the world. >>4605485>>4605505>>4605517
“THEY ARE- THEY ARE--!” Bonk. To be honest it was kinda a brutal display, watching as people had their heads slammed in by the giant mech. A gruesome display of mechanical superiority defeating the fleshy counter parts with ease. With the Ripley finished, I moved in second and began searching the person’s things. Quickly I removed the box that contained the numerous little trinkets, two of which were the oxygen tank and mask. Taking the moment, I wrapped the mask around their mouth and attached the hose to their tank. After I stuffed the tank into their pockets, many of which I had to empty beforehand, I turned the nozzel and started feeding Oxygen directly into their bodies. After that was finished, Radium came over and got them onto his shoulder. With a quickness he carried them into Medical where I assume they were going to get treatment. Eh, atleast we were not turning everyone here into robots. I of course was growing use to my new robotic limbs. Though it was tiring out my mind, the weight of ordering them about was already weighing heavy on my mind. Still, practive makes perfect, and I was going to need to keep developing these skills for the coming age. [Mental Integration Increased]As I was finished up with the last fellow I noticed a group of people walking down the hallway. They were all wearing some sort of suit colored black and red, while the one at the very front was colored a dark blue. “Robotics Engineer McSnickers!” I felt my heart jump as the one in blue called out to me, “What are you doing?” It only took a moment to figure out who I was talking to, “C-Captain! I am taking care of those injured by the Hallucinogen!” “Is that so?” He said while his visor seemed to look closely into my soul, “By chance… would you know anything about how all this happened?” “W-what do you mean sir?” I felt my organic heart racing as he was obviously searching for an answer. “Your name is McSnickers, I remember reading it off a report given to me by Security.” He announced while taking out a piece of paper, “I am just wondering if someone as observant as you knew what caused this.” >Tell him the truth>A tree thing and a traitor fought, both burned the tree thing and released the gas. Also mention it was from Botany>Snitches get Stitches, invoke the Fifth! >Try and convince him nothing too crazy happened, and Snickers knows nothing! Just imagine the suit has someone in it, I could not find a closed version.
>>4605881>Try and convince him nothing too crazy happened, and Snickers knows nothing!It's probably those assholes in Atmos again
>>4605881>Try and convince him nothing too crazy happened, and Snickers knows nothing!Its the truth, we have no idea how the weed gas spread. Probably some atmos shit we have no idea about, because we're not an autistic madman like atmos techs usually are
>>4605881I think us being an android gives it away.>Just say we died in a fist fight with the traitor. When we were revived the station was in chaos.
>>4605881>>Just say we died in a fist fight with the traitor. When we were revived the station was in chaos.
>>4605881>A tree thing and a traitor fought, both burned the tree thing and released the gas. Also mention it was from Botany
>>4605881Changing from >>4605901 to>Just say we died in a fist fight with the traitor. When we were revived the station was in chaos.to break the tie. Adding that we're working with the Chaplain and the other Roboticist to help the crew out should earn some minor respect from the big guy. Funny, this Captain reads like he's competent but in actual gameplay most Captains just walk around and be a loot pinata or validhunt with no thought to do much. You got all that authority, you can boss people around, why not run a gimmick yourself with the crew at your disposal for fuck's sake? Get Cargo to order some novelty crates and announce an order that every station employee must wear a costume, every last one of them? Order all station lights to be turned off and places lit up by nothing but fancy colored light tiles spaced out in the rooms and hallways, so the ambience is peak groovy spooky everywhere you go? Command a few Assistants and Clown and Mime to go around taking drink orders all over the station for the Bartender, taking the bar to the players and not the other way around? The fun never ends
>>4605881>>A tree thing and a traitor fought, both burned the tree thing and released the gas. Also mention it was from Botany
>>4605984>We died in a fist fight with a traitor, when we were revived the station was in chaos.
Snickers knows nothing>>4605883'Died' fighting a traitor>>4605904>>4605906>>4605984>>4606078Tree killed him>>4605908>>4605987
“Sorry sir, I cannot really say how things got this bad.” I said while I tried to scratch what was now a mechanical head, “You see… I just about died when fighting a Traitor.” “A Traitor you say?” I could not help but feel his brows raised from behind his helm, “Would this be the same one you spotted last night?” “That indeed would be the case sir. For all I know, this all could have been caused by atmospherics.” I joked with a mechanical chuckle, though honestly it was kinda weird. “There is a chance that is the case.” He said while looking over towards his officers, “I take it you found him in the same maintenance? Do you think his corpse is still over there?” “I do belive so sir.” “Richards and Helmton,” The Captain demanded while pointing towards the maintence that was still open, “Head in there and find the Traitor’s corpse.” “Understood Sir!” The two said while running past us. “As for you Snickers.” The Captain gave a small chuckle, “When it comes to fighitn Traitors you should leave that to Security. However, for Service to Nanotrasen, I’ll let the higher ups know you are qualified as a Roboticst.” “Th-thank you sir!” “Good.” He said while taking a look around the place, “There are no infected people behind us, you can make your way towards the Shuttle now.” Just as the Captain said that, the entire station shook for a moment as I heard the powering down of engines. I could barely see it, but down the hall was a shuttle almost like the one I came in on.Soon after the Security passed me, making their own way to the shuttle. I probably would not have much longer, but at least I could grab a few things before I leave. >Another sample of the Hidden Shotgun>Get some damn weed before you leave>Head straight to the shuttle>Other things in mind?
>>4606314>Get some damn weed before you leaveThe girls, general and goblin will live on
>>4606314>Get some damn weed before you leaveI have a suspicion the weed monster wasn't actually made of weed and the general might not be entirely our own imaginations Creation.
>>4606314>Get some damn weed before you leaveThere's an 80% chance the shuttle is already full of weed, but if it's not, we may have the good karma of supplyin' the crew with kush.>>4606350Are you implying only waifus are imaginary?
>>4606314>Another sample of the Hidden ShotgunLets embrace the transhumanity.
>>4606455Those are kids anon. Not Waifus. . Unless you're calling MacArthur a Waifu. In which case you have good taste for a faggot.
Oh. Dick. We should take multiple plant samples besides the weed, just in case the guards decide to search us.
>>4606314>Get some damn weed before you leaveMight as well smoke one last time before someone inevitably fills the shuttle with Space Lube or some crap.
>>4606314>Get some damn weed before you leaveThe dankness helped us take out the tator tot, its quality shit
“Fucking hell.” I said while shaking my head, “That was fucking scary as shit.” “You are lucky nothing too bad happened to you, Child.” Radium said with a light hum, “Though this does mean our job here is done.” “Yup, I ssshall meet you in the shuttle.” Kazreich said as he moved the mech down the hallway. “Yeah, I’ll meet you all there.” I said while taking a step towards Botany, “I just want to grab something first before I myself leave.” “Understood, Child, we will meet you there.” Radium said while making his way towards the shuttle. Soon enough I was infront of botany, and I did not even need to knock on the door as it opened to reveal an clearly still high Botonist, “Hey Dude, is everything really this smoky?” “Yeah, you probably don’t even need to worry about lighting a cig.” I joked while passing him, “Do you still have some material left?” “Hell yeah dude, give me a moment.” He laughed while getting out a small bag and started trimming what looked to be a giant bush of it. As he did so I looked around the room as it was a smokey haze. In the thickest part of the smoke, I saw something slowly crawling its way into a small box in the back of the room. Just from my sight, I could tell it what who I think it is. It was the thing that saved me. >Take the Sentient Weed Home>Just the normal weed, Omnissiah knows what will happen if Centcom finds out Snickers has it>You know, that might be enough weed for one day
>>4606938>Just the normal weed, Omnissiah knows what will happen if Centcom finds out Snickers has it
>>4606938>>Take the Sentient Weed HomeGODDAMNIT IT SAVED US
>>4606938>Take the Sentient Weed HomeDRUGS!
>>4606938>Take the Sentient Weed HomeThis sonnovabitch is a HERO
>>4606938>Take the Sentient Weed HomeA real Space-American Hero
Man I hope this body processed alcohol and nicotine. . We need to steal something next round.
Save the Weed>>4606991>>4607017>>4607052>>4606955No, just normal weed is fine. >>4606947
I looked from side to side, making sure that no one catches on to what I am up to. The fellow who was getting my weed seemed to have already drifted away from that task. Since he was really the only person I needed to worry about I scooped up the small box and stuffed it into my back pack. With a little elegance I slowly made my way out, sneaking through a still opened door that would lead me out. The walk down the hall nothing too crazy happened, except for the numerous people who were looking around in confusion and bloodied heads. Yeah while the Mech was a good choice when it came to taking care of idiots, maybe we shouldn’t use it against our fellow man. Nah, I’m not that philosophical. If it's a big mech hell yeah I want to beat people up with it!Soon I was passed the airlocks, and quickly I sighted Radium and Kazreich, the Lizard sitting in an open seated mech giving a small chuckle. “Ah, found what you were looking for Sssnickersss.” The Lizard called me out. “Yeah I did. Is anything crazy going to happen on our way out of here?” “Nope, we will be going to Centcom for debriefing and then we will head home.” The Lizard said while taking out his ID and doing something to it, “Hehe, I’ve got a pretty penny already here, probably go out and go on some damn hunts. What about you Radium?” “I will report what happened to my priest hood.” The man-machine answered whiel turning to me, “McSnickers, as you are now closer to use than a normal person, I am willing to bring you over and introduce you to the Priesthood within Nanotrasen.” “Uh, are you sure?” I asked a little hesitantly. “I do not see a reason why not.” >Nah, Snickers has something too… plant. >Sure, lets learn more about the mechanicus>Snickers just wants to sleep...
>>4607171>>Sure, lets learn more about the mechanicusAs long as we can plant our... Botany project... Later.
>>4607171>Sure, lets learn more about the mechanicusSnickers is going to go Beyond Human
>>4607171>Sure, lets learn more about the mechanicus
>>4607171>>Sure, lets learn more about the mechanicus
“I… will take you up on that.” I said with a small nod, “I’m already stuck with Nanotrasen for so long, might as well make as many friends as I can to make things easier.” “That is good to hear!” Radium cheered while giving a mechanical nod, “You will hear from me later when you can meet up with the Enginseers.” “Thank you.” Was about all I can say. At finishing those words the sounds of the engines near us began to roar with power. I could feel a slight shaking under my feet as everyone made sure they were buckled into their seats. In the next moment something came on the radio. “This is your Captain, thanks for serving on my station everyone!”With that the shuttle flew out, sending us into the wider unknown space. “It was a pleasssure working with you all.” Kazreich himself announced while patting his mech, “McSnickersss, here’sss hoping that we get ssstuck on the sssame ssstation again here later on.” “I can agree with that.” I said while getting out a piece of paper, “Here, write down your mailing address and we can talk later.” “Sssure.” The Lizard grabbed the paper and wrote something on it before handing it back to me, “At sssome point I want us to get back together for drinksss.” “Sure, just send me a message on when you are available.” I told the Lizard before giving a phantom yawn, “Well, time to rest. Shits been fucky today.”While I could not sleep due to being a machine, I instead opted to rest in my chair. Soon I will be meeting the Mechanicus, and maybe I can officially join them in some capacity.
Alright, because I have quite a few things happening today I will stop the Thread here. Things have been fun though, and lets hope the next station on Saturday or Sunday does not suffer the same fate. I said same, not better by the way.
>>4607683Thanks for running QM, and, yes hallucinagenic weed is pretty tame compared to most threats, why, there weren't even any breaches in the hallways this round!
>>4607683Thanks for running, man.
>>4607683See you soon, OP
>>4607683Not a bad way to wrap up the thread. I'm surprised that we already evacuated a station.
Next Thread>>4611224>>4611224>>4611224Also, if someone can archive this that would be great!!
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Badmin%20QM time to shill the thread boys