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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 tough
McSnickers Dickerson

>>4590499
Paulo Temer
>Xenophilic Colony

>>4590499
>Alejandro Cortez
>Captured space privateer

>>4590527
Just going to say, this name gave me a Chuckle.

>>4590539
How can we become robust? would that just be lots of weapon skill and technology?

>>4590548
Yup, of course you will have more moment to build the Character up.

>>4590497
Just 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=pInBXkt3jvQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZzmIH7gxlA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae2N5310MXE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icy4-CQHVh4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCPWE4WexM8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKVmXn-Gv0M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeHvEZuphIE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K3ztneTQuA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poZCINzxzrQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMGxKIFE3VU
I can supply more music off the /vg/station juke if necessary

>>4590559
I'm a Yogstation fellow here, but I know a little about the other stations.

>>4590562
https://ss13.moe/wiki/index.php/Main_Page
Been 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

>>4590563
I know what I am doing here, don't worry much about that. I've been playing for about a year here.

>>4590564
If 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 needs
And more, I will be disappointed

>>4590578
Don't ya worry there, dumb things will happen.

Hive World
>>4590515
>>4590527

Xenophile
>>4590528

Slave
>>4590538

“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 Dickerson
Standard Skills
Social Skills
>Authority: 10
>Fellowship: 20
>Conspiracy: 15

Intellectual Skills
>Technology: 10
>Machines: 10
>Atmospherics: 0
>Chemistry: 0
>Biology: 0

Physical Skills
>Weapon Skill: 20
>Ballistics Skill: 10
>Mental Integration: 20

Mystic Skills
>Magic: 0
>Faith: 0
>Blue Space: 0

Unbound Stats
>Wealth: 0
>Military Power: 0
>Prestige and Clout: 0

Novice: 10
Apprentice: 25
Adept: 50
Expert: 75
Master: 100

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>>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 go

And 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.

>>4590805
Jannie's my second choice.

>>4590677
>Clown
Honk 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?

>>4590880
Not likely but if I had to guess AI might be crapshoot.

Our QM is a big fan of references in general.

>>4590831
Same

>>4590677
Janitor

>>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

>>4591045
But we are the experts at making asses of our selves and having people laugh at us.

>>4591058
I 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.

>>4591073
Now 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.

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Clown
>>4590694
>>4590785
>>4590839
>>4590880
>>4591036

Engineer
>>4590695

Space Privateer
>>4590744

Jani
>>4590805
>>4591045

HONK

“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 Dickerson
Standard Skills
Social Skills
>Authority: 10
>Fellowship: 50
>Conspiracy: 25

Intellectual Skills
>Technology: 20
>Machines: 10
>Atmospherics: 0
>Chemistry: 0
>Biology: 0

Physical Skills
>Weapon Skill: 20
>Ballistics Skill: 10
>Mental Integration: 20

Mystic Skills
>Magic: 25
>Faith: 0
>Blue Space: 0

Unbound Stats
>Wealth: 0
>Military Power: 0
>Prestige and Clout: 0
Novice: 10
Apprentice: 25
Adept: 50
Expert: 75
Master: 100

>>4591118
>Alcoholic
The Theatre is very close to the Bar for a good reason
>Musician
When 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
>Musician
Can our peg leg double as a saxophone? If not then I want bagpipes.

>>4591118
>Addicted to smoking

Well 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.

>Empathetic

No 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.

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>>4591126
>Kleptomaniac
Got a toolbox here, got some handcuffs there. Pretty much every ss13 clown anyway. Just watch out for Shitsec searching your shit.

>Empathetic
Only 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
>>4591164
Wups, wrong reply

>>4591118
>Kleptomaniac
Got a toolbox here, got some handcuffs there. Pretty much every ss13 clown anyway. Just watch out for Shitsec searching your shit.

>Empathetic
Only 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.

>>4591254
You 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.

>>4591254
Wait 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?

>>4591280
He 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
>>4591292
Yeah 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, dude

How else do you think i got out of my gang.

>>4591302
Well 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 Omnissiah
ENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH! ENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH!
ENGAGE THE LINKAGE OMNISSIAH!
HIS TRUTH HAS COME ON-LINE!

>>4591300
I was gonna say Jedi, but
>Space Jesus
will do.

>>4591300
>A… The Machine God you can say *Ravtar*

>>4591300
>>Space Jesus, dude

>>4591300
>Omnissiah
Our toaster collection will be legendary

>>4591300
>Omnissiah
Eyes on that H.O.N.K. boys. Eyes on that H.O.N.K.

>>4591302
You 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

>>4591422
Got 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?

>>4591422
The 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
>>4591328

Space Jesus
>>4591317
>>4591331
>>4591400

Ravtar
>>4591332

Omnissiah, 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.

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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.]

>>4591327
Oh 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 cloning
Maybe 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 Checkpoint
Oh 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...

>>4591650
This gets my vote. He sounds like he knows what he is doing.

>Go to medical, John did recommend I get my DNA scanned for cloning
Talking to shitsec can't end well

>>4591773
We 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 Suggestions

DNA Scanner
>>4591646
>>4591649
>>4591773

The Officer
>>4591661

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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 Cargo
Guest worker for the independent state of Cargonia sounds like fun.

>>4591858
>Cargo oh Cargo

>>4591858
>Cargo oh Cargo
Get those crates moved!
>inb4 one Cargo Tech laments out loud that they cannot order waifus in crates

>>4591858
>Cargo oh Cargo

Even Cargonia needs its clowns.

Cargo it is!
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“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: 0/5
Borg Assembly: 0/2
Heart: 0/3
Riot Shotgun: 0/2
Ripley: 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
>Ripley
if 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
>>4592094

A heart!
>>4592220
>>4592223
>>4592313
>>4592334
>>4592363

Slime
>>4592224

Ripley
>>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?

>>4591461
Go 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.

>>4592488
>supporting

Uh oh. Tied.

The Chef?
>>4592431
>>4592449
>>4592520

Look into another part
>>4592488
>>4592533
>>4592594

Next Vote Decides.

>>4592951
15 more min and then I roll for it. Though I'm kinda sad no one is wanting to hack the door open.

>>4592985
We 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

>4592421
Chefs usually have bodies galore

>>4593006
So you want to explore the station more? Guess the best way to do that would be exploring the station more.... I think

>>4593059
CHEF 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=sharing

McSnickers Dickerson
Standard Skills
Social Skills
>Authority: 10
>Fellowship: 50
>Conspiracy: 25

Intellectual Skills
>Technology: 20
>Machines: 10
>Atmospherics: 0
>Chemistry: 0
>Biology: 0

Physical Skills
>Weapon Skill: 20
>Ballistics Skill: 10
>Mental Integration: 20

Mystic Skills
>Magic: 25
>Faith: 0
>Blue Space: 0

Unbound Stats
>Wealth: 0
>Military Power: 0
>Prestige and Clout: 0
Novice: 10
Apprentice: 25
Adept: 50
Expert: 75
Master: 100

These 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

>>4593231
Welp HWG may it be a quick death

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“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 Omnissiah
wtf man

So I have to ask who is usually the safest and sane player or character consecutively that we could take to

>>4593411
unironically the clown
two 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 out
we 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 route
If 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 out

First 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 out
Bro 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?

>>4593418
Doubling 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.

>>4593777
Welding 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
>>4593561

Look for some damn tools
>>4593418
>>4593655
>>4593676

Shortest 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/

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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.

>>4593981
>Chat about the station, and what the hell is happening on the station.

>>4593980
Hey QM is the traitor really wearing all that in the pic, or is that just an example picture?
>gas mask
Not too out of the ordinary, as maint is littered with them.
>insulated gloves
Par for the course
>ablatives
Stole 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.
>magboots
Could 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 jumpsuit
Engineering? There's no blue, so it ain't Mechanic. This further outs them.
>card reader fried and wires strung out everywhere
Emag too? Standard fare
>esword
Okay, 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
>ecrossbow
Okay, 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 pipes
Nice 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.

>>4594032
On /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.

>>4594032
You are thinking about it too hard. I literally just stole the picture off a Wiki.

>>4594075
OK 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

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“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 Cargo.

>>4594383
>Thanks for the knowledge, I just need to continue hunting down more things for Cargo
All 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
>>4594700

Augmentation
>>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 Assemblies

We 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
>>4594900

Slime Cores
>>4594732

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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 moment
Contact 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.

Bullshit
>>4595233
>>4595246
>>4595247

“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.

>>4595609
Do 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 friend
Save the roboticist! They're an invaluable asset against horny Cat-Men!

>>4595490
>Look for a fire extinguisher! And Quick!

Fire Extinguisher, quick!
>>4595510
>>4595557
>>4595670

Pad him out!
>>4595495
>>4595631

While 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 later
Having 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 Roboticist
PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH

>>4595823
>>Ask that he lets you know when the Ripley is done, first thing.

Roboticist in Training
>>4595827
>>4595846
>>4595974

Maybe later
>>4595878
>>4595925

Parting with gear
>>4595972

The 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.

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“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 something

cybereyes r cool

>>4596497
>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with something
His vision is augmented.

>>4596497
>The arms shall do first

>>4596497
>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with something

>>4596497
>The eyes, surely they can be replaced with something

>>4596497
>The arms shall do first

Eyes
>>4596501
>>4596503
>>4596550
>>4596574

Arms
>>4596506
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“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 human
The best practice is hands on practice, right? At least we got a good mentor.

>>4596887
>Do a Vivisection on the human

Vivisection
>>4596893
>>4596943
>>4596951

“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

>>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
>>4597273

Continue!
>>4597187

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“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 Machines
We will have time to adjust to human burgers later.

>>4597276
Shitmins everywhere, man.

>>4597319
>Get something from the Vending Machines

>>4597319
>Take care of the HoP Card Change First

Vending Machines
>>4597351
>>4597370
>>4597439

HoP
>>4597460

>>4597319
>Get something from the Vending Machines
Just hope things haven't been mislabeled for a fucking laugh.

>>4597319
>Go eat from the Chef, might as well accept Cannibalism

Its station culture innit? I'm sure you won't even notice the taste.

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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 of
We 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

>>4597559
this 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 it

Throw a Wrench
>>4597696

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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 Cargo
We got em, might as well get paid for em

>>4597785
>Go somewhere else to grab things, Showers
REMOVE THE LUBE

>>4597785
>Deliver the products to Cargo
we only needed to get three so let's go

>>4597785
>Deliver the products to Cargo

Delivery to Cargo
>>4597806
>>4597848
>>4597791

Take 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 Crate
Is the safe choice, but fuck do I want
>Biker Gang Kit
we could even mod sick ass bikes with roboticist skills

>>4597982
>Novelty Hats Crate

>>4597982
>Space Suit Kit
use 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
>>4598014

Gloves
>>4598013

Hats
>>4598023

Space 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 research
ADAAAAAAM, AUGS ARE THE FUTURE

Understood!
>>4598786
>>4598843
>>4598854
>>4598898

“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 Dickerson
Standard Skills
Social Skills
>Authority: 10
>Fellowship: 50
>Conspiracy: 25

Intellectual Skills
>Technology: 40
>Machines: 10
>Atmospherics: 0
>Chemistry: 0
>Biology: 25

Physical Skills
>Weapon Skill: 20
>Ballistics Skill: 10
>Mental Integration: 20

Mystic Skills
>Magic: 25
>Faith: 0
>Blue Space: 0

Unbound Stats
>Wealth: 0
>Military Power: 0
>Prestige and Clout: 0
Novice: 10
Apprentice: 25
Adept: 50
Expert: 75
Master: 100