Tau Ceti, your soon-to-be new home for the years to come. You're not sure who you pissed off to get sent to one of the worst rated plasma orbital research facilities in the galaxy, but oh well. Besides the constant threat of violent corporate espionage, monsters that impersonate crew members, honest-to-God wizards, and what the fuck else goes bump in the night, you're not even getting paid well. Better make the best of a bad situation, ey?As the Station, a huge and ragtag bundle of metal, comes into view, you can't feel anything but disappointed. Surly there was more to it than this? Especially in such hostile territory. Well, the pamphlet says this is a Station of mixed cultures, at least-- new people, new experiences... right? The shuttle carrying you to this backwater shit house lurches before coming to a stop. You step off the shuttle and onto your new home, spotting a security checkpoint... the last obstacle between you and the Station. As you approach, a Security Officer posted there asks you for your ID. You hand it in. Who are you?>Wendy the Chaplain>Squeaks the Clown>Dave an Assistant
>>1322643>Dave an Assistant
Dave FratsJob: AssistantRace: HumanAs an Assistant your job is to be a helper around the station by assisting people in their jobs and maybe have them teach you a few tricks themselves. Or you could just Greytide and steal everything not bolted down. Traits:Off the Radar: Your lowly rank allows you to slip under the blip of Security. Lower Risk of Sec finding you.Procure: Stealing and thievery are an Assistant's way of life. Theft is easier to pull off.Powergaming: If given enough resources an Assistant can make a weapon out of almost anything. You can create weapons out of anything you find.The Security Guard gives you a snide look before giving your ID back to you."Stay out of trouble, scumYou give him a look of confusion before stepping through the doors and into the hallway. According to the map, the Assistant dormitory's are on the far side of the station by the bar. You don't get to look at the map much longer before you find yourself slipping on a banana peel. You clutch your side before looking up to see a Clown staring you in the face.[pink]"Honk. Wowie lookie at what the Honkmother dragged in. You gotta understand one thing here ya faggot. This is MY Station here not yours, not Sec's and DEFIANTLY not the damn Mime's. So stay out of my way. Honk."[/pink]He then runs off, his shoes making a very load squeak with every step. This place fucking sucks. >input action
No pink color formats REEE
>>1322736It's time to make friends with that motherfucking mime. But not before we go grab a box of donuts from the bar to bring to our dorm. Never know when this hunk of junk is going to go on lockdown without food. Might as well bring a locker of oxygen equipment too. And a toolbox. Maybe a toolbelt too. And a bottle of liquor.
>>1322736Make our way to the dormitory, and see if there is anything worth stealing on the way.
>>1323102Voting for this
Well after that shitshow you make your way down to the Bar for something to drink they gotta have at the very least water here. Well this Station looks a lot better from the inside that's for sure, polished floors are fucking everywhere. You get to your destination and the bar is surprisingly homely, a nice warm wooden room with small chatter all around. Thank Space God. You decide to jack a bottle of liquor and a box of donuts for safe keeping. You make your way out of the bar and decide to drag an emergency locker with you, this garners some strange looks, but hey fuck em. You walk into the dormitories and they're... acceptable. One thing is for certain this Station must've spent half its budget on toolboxes because they are quite literally everywhere, you snag one just in case. You also snag a belt from a nearby locker. You're ready for work...wherever that may be. >input action
>>1323491We are now ready for robusting action, for this toolbox is deadly in the correct hands. We put the locker inside of our room for extra personal storage and supplies in case of emergency. Stow the donuts underneath the bed after a quick snack, along with the liquor: We're gonna need to get drunk at SOME point right? The first thing to really do is get some rubber gloves and non-slip boots to maximize our options around security and those goddamn janitors waxing everything. Best thing to do would be to ask the Roboticist if he could take us under his wing in case things go to shit and we need another body/supplies.
>>1323491Hunt down the nearest engineer. Become his assistant. This will help us learn our way around the ship and give us valuable skills - valuable to us, and others.Also find that mime. If there's going to be a war on this station, we want to know what the factions look like.
>>1323583Just as I finished writing this>>1323507
You know a small amount of Robotics you're sure the Roboticist will take you in. You pass one of the Janitors on your way there, you give him a nod, he gives you a wink. The Robotics desk is very cluttered and full of request papers, most of which are from the Clown. You ring the bell on the desk and a lady walks up."Howdy there. How may I help ya."She smiles."Well miss I was hoping I could help you with your work. I eh...I just got here.""Well really here now?She steps back and talks to herself for a few moments before looking back at you."Well I suppose I could use a helpin' hand. You won't let the Clown in right?You chuckle."Right.She gives a hardy laugh."Well come on in here lemme show ya around fella."She opens the door. Her work place is almost as cluttered. You see an unfinished Clown Mech in the next room. >input actionI'll be gone to the movies for a little bit so steady on
>>1323607Sabotage the clown mech to blow up and kill the clown so the clown doesn't bother her ever again.Or us for that matter.
>>1323607Tell the roboticist we can pull a nice prank on the clown. Then, send a PDA message to the Mime and tell him to come over to robotics and bring some white and black paint. While he gets there, help the roboticist finish up the clown mech.Let us see what the clown will think when the mime runs around in his mech.
"If you're having trouble with the Clown maybe we can get fuck with him a little bit.You nod over to the unfinished Mech. She smiles before pulling out her PDA."Alright I got a guy comin' let's try and finish up the Mech before the Clown gets here."You use your skills in Lego robotics to help the Roboticist with the Mech. You don't do much, but help is appreciated..as far as you can tell. You hear a soft knock at the door. The Roboticist opens it to reveal a Mime. The Mime is carrying a bucket of paint and a spare uniform and mask. She hands the bucket and uniform to the Roboticist and take her leave. "Alright lemme rig this up and we'll be right howdy to go."You see her enter the cockpit with an assortment of tools and a spray nozzle.She wipes some sweat from her brow and cracks her neck. You then hear a ding coming from the desk and see the Clown. "Honk. Yo shitlords I want my Mech." She nods and opens the Mech shutters to reveal a Clowns wet dream. The Clown wastes no time climbing into the Mech. You see the honkblaster begin to raise."Honk! Get blasted furfuckers! Honk!"But instead of a loud blast of noise you instead hear a shriek of terror coming from inside the Mech. The cockpit opens to reveal the Clown soaked in black and white paint with a mime mask replacing his old one. He's shaking quit furiously too. Maybe this Station won't be so bad. The Roboticist is laughing her ass off. The Clown then starts screeching."Celine the Roboticist is a Traitor! Tried killing me! Honk!"You hear a Slavic accent come through the radio in broken common."Shut Clown. Kik and Sec no time for skrek."The Clown then starts babbling in a blind rage and runs off into the hall. Celine is still laughing her ass off. Prank successful.>input action
>>1327653Take apart the mech, and rebuild it into something later, check the stuff on the desk. remove all request by the clown. Then proceed to ask her to help build us a grappling hook/gun.
>>1327653We should try to get some tools as weapon example like axe, shovel, knife or maybe boxing gloves if we are lucky.And also ask for Roboticist name, maybe we can take a little drink together at later time...
>>1327806You just learned her name...the Clown yelled it over coms
>>1327811Fudge... I'm not a morning person... need more coffee....
>>1327811>"Celine the Roboticist is a Traitor! Tried killing me! Honk!"The way it is phrased "Celine the Roboticist," referes to her in in the 3rd person i think. But the other >>1327806guy probably read it "Celine, the Roboticist is a Traitor", which makes it seem like hes talking to someone named Celine, and telling her that the Roboticist is a traitor, as if the Roboticist and Celine are not the same people.It boils down to the difference in the " , ""Celine the Roboticist is a Traitor!or"Celine, the Roboticist is a Traitor!
Fuckin' people reading things wrong
Also since I fucked up a few posts ago, here's Dave's character thingy.Dave FratsJob: AssistantRace: HumanAs an Assistant your job is to be a helper around the station by assisting people in their jobs and maybe have them teach you a few tricks themselves. Or you could just Greytide and steal everything not bolted down. Traits:Off the Radar: Your lowly rank allows you to slip under the blip of Security. Lower Risk of Sec finding you.Procure: Stealing and thievery are an Assistant's way of life. Theft is easier to pull off.Powergaming: If given enough resources an Assistant can make a weapon out of almost anything. You can create weapons out of anything you find.
>>1327758>>1327806So does anyone else have something they want to happen?
>>1327907No, now go make like a banana
"You got any gadgets I could use in case the Clown comes back?:"Nah, but yer welcome to anything in the workshop."You look at the floor for a moment before speaking again."So ugh...you wanna get a drink or something? I mean we barley even know each other." "That's mighty nice of ya, but I best get back to work. I gotta dismantle that there Mech over there.""Yeah alright..see ya around then.">Roll a d20 to make a weapon (if you want)>input action
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>1328223We already made an enemy, Im not about to get slip shanked in a tunnel now
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>1328223>Roll a d20 to make a weapon (if you want)Concealed wrist grappling gun. With magnets.It can attach magnetically or hook onto surfaces and or objects/people.
Scraping around you manage to find a long piece of cable and a hook...thingy. You fashion it into a small firing device that can be hidden on your wrist. IT can also stick to metal, hurrah. You take this chance to go and drink that whisky you stole. On your way to the dorms you pass the showers. The Clown is in there scrubbing furiously trying to get the paint off. He see's you and starts to break into a sprint...before slipping on a piece of soap."I'm gunna fucking kill you! Honk!"You laugh and head into your quarters and bust open the goodies. The whisky tastes a bit shit, but the donuts are on point. You stretch, lay yourself on the bed and drift into sleep.You're not much of a dreamer, but dreams don't have the image of a Clown hoavering over you with a shard of glass...yeah? You awake with a jolt, nobody is in your room, sweet. Taking another swig of whisky you head out the door. Only a few hours have passed. Just great. You head towards the bar. It's obviously the night shift at the moment, well as night as it can get in space. The Bartender looks at you."You going to steal another bottle of booze?""I...don't think so...""Good."Before he can say his next word smoke fills the counter and the bartender flashes into a pile of gore before your very eyes. A well shaven man in...wizard garbs takes his place."Huzzah! At long last I have arrived! Feast your eyes on this mortals! Mordecai the Enlightened is here on behalf of the Wizard's Federation, yes yes! I know it is hard to believe!"He strikes a few poses before looking at the mostly empty bar. You're caked in blood of the bartender. "What's THIS! No welcoming party for I Mordecai the Enlightened? Preposterous! This is a great affront against I Mordecai the Enlightened and the Wizard Federation itself!"His hand catches fire...fuck.>input action
>>1328617My apology good sir, I was NOT informed of your arrival, and only recently arrived myself. If I may offer you something from the bar to drink, I will glad pour you a drink. I also have some donuts stashed away in my room if you have a sweet tooth.
>>1328617Shoot him in the face with the grappling hook.Don't fuck around with wizards.
Sorry for my absence I had somethings to do.The votes are this>>1328825or this>>1331929
>>1335682Shoot the fucker already!
You put up your hands."Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!""What is it mortal! Can't you see I'm about to kill you here?""I see that, but did you ever consider the following?""And what is that, mortal?" he asks. You stammer before raising your arm and shoot the fucker in the face with a grappling hook. He looks unfazed."Well what is it, mortal? I don't have all day to hear the following."This guy is weird."Well ugh...I mean u-ugh...you are dumb?"He squints at you."You don't know magic""You don't know Lego robotics""You don't know how to summon demons and the ancient gods of old."Well you're ugly"You're a sniveling parasite called a human.""Yeah well...you're a fuckin' faggot.His face scrunches up before he fires the fireball into a window, making it shatter."You can live for now, bitch.He then teleports away. You were just really lucky or really even more lucky holy fuck.>input action
>>1340045Turn to the bartender, ask if he can get some knives from the kitchen.Because he called us a faggot. It's on, it's on like a Zoo full of Donkey Kongs.
>>1340899YOU called him a faggotIn case you didn't notice he speaks with the bolded blue text
>>1340899And the Bartender exploded...
>>1341695Steal all the alcohol u can carry, grab a cart or dolly and move as much full and unopened good stuff into ur room
>>1340045tell the mime that the wizard will cast a spell on him that will force him to speak ebonics
>>1341695Climb the table, steal some knives, hand them out. It's Wizard shanking time, motherfuckers.
Alright so you got three options, vote mother fuckers>>1345330>>1345379>>1345417