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Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to my game, ACCORD: The Orelius Event. This is a 100% co-op game that takes place in a Sci-fi universe. All the necessary details are in the rules. Meanwhile plot and other details depends on the players fluff, as you shall see in the rules.
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c9ed78 No.22796
 | Rolled 9, 1 = 10 (2d100) |
>>22754
Name: Kirwin Algot
Race: Denebian (Think blue Nordic elf and you're fairly close. IE. 9ft tall and very thin.)
Fluff: Kirwin is Ex-Deneb Navy. Formerly a Pilot for the "Escalia," a Striker class Destroyer, Kirwin's Served with distinction, Keeping the Escalia in combat with a combination of skill and luck for seven hours despite being out numbered and out maneuvered during the battle of Golgarad Reach. Despite this, Kirwin's ship was shot down, and he lost a hand while getting to an escape pod. After the battle and subsequent downsize in the Deneb navy, Kirwin was discharged. He was recruited to fly the Spirit of Adventure and had a cybernetic hand grafted to his arm to do so properly. He still complains it doesn't feel right.
Role:Ship Pilot/Navigator
Equipment: Pilot’s Ship Scanner(allows uplinking to ship controls via console), Two Deneb L8 Pilot Pistols(Laser and Plasma functions)
Bonuses: You are a pilot with a long career, military discipline, and Denebian training. Combat does not faze you, you are skilled at controlling a ship no matter the circumstances, and you are equipped with Pilot implants for enhanced co-ordination. You also speak several alien tongues and dialects.
1. Well everything is done prep wise. Time to due a light pre-flight work out in the gym.
2. Cool down after the work out, get some water, maybe ogle some of the chick red shirts in the gym/hologym.
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c9ed78 No.22799
| Rolled 48, 6 = 54 (2d100) |
>>22752
>Name: Alyar Kik'Loon
>Race: Female Kikan
>Role: Ship Guard
>Equipment:
Mk-8 ACCORD Heavy Plasma Gun
ACCORD Guard heavy Smart Armor
Wig
>Bonuses:
Raw force is one thing you definitely possess. You are a lot stronger than just about everyone on the ship, and the slums have hardened you mentally and emotionally meaning you're a tough nut to crack.
1: With news of the ship preparing for departure, Alyar made sure to check up on the current goal from the Captain, as she spreads the allowed infomation to the rest of Security's Guards.
2: After doing so, Alyar returns to the gym to continue her physical training to keep up her fitness up, seeing who else would be at that place during that time.
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c9ed78 No.22801
>>22754
>>22781
(Joint Action)After training on the Holodeck Xytan and his blood brothers go to CUP to assist it in reinforcing the subsystems alongside other crew members and maintenance workers.
>Two turns till secondary systems reinforced
Meanwhile CUP begins reinforcing its core
>Two turns till reinforced core
>>22755
Princess busies herself with tweaking the sensors, a considerable task even with help.
>Three turns till sensor tweak
>>22756
>>22759
Donnahue makes some coffee before requesting his suit to be upgraded by engineering. He sends it off and station personnel begin upgrading it to his specifications.
>Upgraded Captains suit next turn
> -suit
>>22761
>>22777
Meanwhile at the engine station Macheus begins work on the engines to make them faster, stronger, and more energy efficient. He pours into his works without a single other care, and fails to notice the energy levels rising beyond acceptable limits. Alarms start to go off in engineering, and Seth rubs the sleep out of his eyes before looking at the energy signatures. Slightly surprised he decides to actual do some work for once, and leisurely travels by hurrying crew and engineers to the source of the problem, where he finds Macheus putting some rather ill-fitted enhancements on the engine systems. Seth lazily begins fixing what Macheus is breaking, and when Macheus finishes so does Seth as the engines return to normal. Now how to break it to the cyborg he almost got everyone killed may not be so easy…
>>22760
Grag carefully reads the ship protocols entirely wrong, and in the process messes up something important.
>???
>>22762
Baron overlook's critical points in the ship and has crew members guard them accordingly if they werent guarded already.
>>22796
Kirwin was going too workout, but on the way he was distracted by the ship alarms and almost knocked over by a very big alien or two. The ruffians.
>>22799
The other guards get the information, but soon the ship is on full alert as the engine alarms go haywire.
(Ship is on full alert due to engines going haywire. This is now a fluff turn)
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c9ed78 No.22803
| Rolled 9, 52 = 61 (2d100) |
Power spikes as something goes wrong. Something she knows without a doubt is not her fault. Princess lets out a rather loud and vulgar curse as she saves her hand from the arcing lash of electricity.
Whomever the fool that had done this would pay. Now lets see, where are the logs for maintenance duties? Its time to give someone a good chewing out. She wants to get a pound of flesh out of the cause before the captain or anyone else.
The way she is feeling? She might be a bit more literally about that pound of flesh bit.
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c9ed78 No.22804
>>22801
"Status report.
Successful integration of additional engine power negated by insufficient power capacity.
Engine power capacitors unable to handle significant increase in power without significant alteration.
Recommended course of action is to augment existing ship capacitors until engine is capable of sustaining additional power."
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c9ed78 No.22805
>>22804
"Hey, Mach, my man, listen. Those spikes in energy weren't the greatest for those engines.They're working fine right now, why don't we just ignore that 'insufficient power capacity' for now, and make sure we keep it that way." Seth said, just before casually walking back to his room.
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c9ed78 No.22806
| Rolled 54, 22 = 76 (2d100) |
1. The captain goes to the 3d printer and make a new mug in order to stay calm. The current ship problems will be addressed at the meeting when all repairs and adjustments are complete. The new mug will read, 'Space Hunk'.
2. Find out who is responsible for these 'adjustments' to the ship. They'll be addressed publicly during the meeting. Also a list of crew members' spending and their names needs to be made.
-Suit upgrades this turn.
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c9ed78 No.22807
| Rolled 81, 95 = 176 (2d100) |
>>22801
Name: Grag
Role: Doctor
Race: Floris - Floris are a plant based species from a heavily humid world. As they grow to full size their shape grows to become similar to those around them. They photosynthesize and are carnivorous to gain more energy. (They are pretty much Florans from Starbound)
Fluff: Grag is from a joint human and Floris colony in one of Accord's systems, considered strange for allowing floris settlers to stay there. Grag got a good education and learned to become a doctor, although he almost failed due to 'unethically asking if test patients' bodies would like to be donated to feed the poor' as well as stating how good they would taste. Grag enjoys biology and physiology as Grag finds the subjects fascinating, and in some cases delicious. As with many of Grag's species Grag has trouble understanding some concepts and has trouble empathizing with non-plants, and feels they have trouble empathizing with Grag since they can't tell when he is solar starved or just angry. As such Grag happy to join crew of people who can not run away in fear on tight ship. Grag wonder where adventures will take Grag on this voyage, and what new foods Grag will taste.
Grag sometimes feels Grag in strange position. Grag hear many stories of other Floris, but none of them good. Stories tell of only greedy Floris stealing ships and taking over planets, eating the inhabitants of both. Grag think that probably why people afraid to be in Grag's office.
Equipment: Medical Belt, Laser Needler(Pistol), smart clothing armor
Bonuses: As a Floris, espcially one who is a doctor, you have a better understanding of biology than most creatures. As such you are a skilled doctor despite your “alien mind” and like all Floris you can smell flesh and its current state from a mile away, making you a tracker and good doctor. Due to your species there is a guard(npc)with you at all times. You may fluff him or put him in the GM’s hands.
1&2. Grag reads up on his medical texts. Grag bored and redshirts always afraid for some reason.
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c9ed78 No.22809
>>22805
"Lack of sufficient materials and technological ability noted.
Maintenance of current design. . .acceptable until further ability to augment inadequate systems is achieved.
Suggest future efforts to acquire additional sufficient supplies before further operation."
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c9ed78 No.22810
>>22801
Fluff turn rules:
>Rolls are only required for fighting or actual actions
>Actions do not need to happen but can with a 1d100 or 2d100
>Turn ends when people are done talking or stop talking for certain amount of of time
>During fluff turns anything not risque, foolish, or impossible is allowed.
>If you dont want to be a part of the fluff turn then do one action for a d100 and nothing else
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c9ed78 No.22811
>>22804
[CUP]
A voice rings in your head. "This is CUP. I heard you crewman Macaeus. I am revising my current status and making amendments to future maintenance logs."
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c9ed78 No.22812
>>22801
>>22811
Xytan, having finished his work for the day on the subsystems says to the ship. "Construct, I have committed some time of mine to your project. I am now going to be heading to the cafeteria for a break, forward my emails to my data pad, I wish to read them." With that Xytan and the two other Sangheili head towards the cafeteria to grab some food. On the way there the three make idle chatter, Kuza and Byr constantly refer to Xytan as lord Atanair much to his displeasure, and their amusement.
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c9ed78 No.22813
| Rolled 35 (1d100) |
[CUP]
CUP has been experimenting with gardening in a small module near its core. The small garden – really a single planter – houses a variety of bonsai trees. Every so often a small arm sprays water or a drone prunes the plants carefully. CUP consults a small manual on the subject, and seems pleased with how the small plants seem to be growing. The resources being used aren't considerable – in fact they are relatively minor – and CUP takes it as owed to him given that he doesn't actually get any pay or compensation for his work.
[Roll for gardening]
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c9ed78 No.22814
>>22812
[CUP]
A voice responds. "I understand. You have four new communications from various senders. Your relay inbox is otherwise over the general efficiency threshold of 100 messages: it currently has 65,295. If you would like I can purge most non-pertinent communications. This would take several nanoseconds. Additionally, I appreciate your assistance with the subsystem revisions. These will prove effective for future ship operations."
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c9ed78 No.22815
| Rolled 64, 86 = 150 (2d100) |
>>22806
[Keeping mug roll. The captain is going to stay IN CONTROL until the meeting. Might as well fill that new mug too, because someone is getting coffee'd.]
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c9ed78 No.22816
| Rolled 61 (1d100) |
Seth entered his room. "Well, I've done my quota of work for today." He said, collapsing onto his cot, "CUP, if you're listening, could you please wake me up if anything explodes." And, still holding the ship's blueprints, Seth sleeps.
(Rolling for a good sleep)
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c9ed78 No.22817
| Rolled 7 (1d100) |
>>22814
Xytan nods his head in affirmation and responds with. "Make it so." before pausing and considering why saying that felt so cheesy, he quickly moves on to the Cafeteria and sits down at an empty table with his two Sangheili companions. He pulls out his data pad and begins shifting through his new Emails, perhaps that department ACCORD set up had gotten back to him with new information on The Sundering of Sangheilios.
Xytan checks his email for any updates from his various sources on just what destroyed Sangheilios. So far he has only learned of myths, legends, and various other wild goose chases. Still he has not given up hope on finding the cause.
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c9ed78 No.22818
>>22811
"Superior programming authorization has been received from higher central processor. Authority confirmed. Will await further instruction as needed."
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c9ed78 No.22827
>>22801
On her way back to the gym after informing the guards, she heard the ship's sirens go off as it goes into full alert, quickly turning around to get to Security. However, she would bump into Kirwin due to the narrow corridor of the ship, throwing him potentially to the ground from the impact of her bulk colliding into him. Reaching a hand down if he indeed fell, Alyar would go on to apologise for it.
"Oi, sorry 'bout knocking yourself to th' side, the alarm're goin' off."
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c9ed78 No.22828
>>22827
Kiriwn Grabbed the hand and got up. "Really," he replied dryly, "I hadn't noticed." A shot silence followed, "Well we had better get to our posts."
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c9ed78 No.22833
>>22828
Alyar just nods, allowing for Kirwin to pass by her in the corridor. "Well, we'll have time to talk once the problem is sorted, alright?"
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c9ed78 No.22834
>>22833
"Maybe" Kirwin walks to the cockpit
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c9ed78 No.22835
| Rolled 20, 96 = 116 (2d100) |
>>22801
Name: Macheus
Race: Robotic Abomination
Role: Ship Engineer
Equipment: Cyborg Body, Welder’s Acid Pistol, Upgraded Implant Toolkit
Bonuses: You have…seen some things, to say the least. You are smarter than most engineers but not all tech can hold up to your mind. Not only that but you are watched by ACCORD scientist remotely for good reason. Be very careful…or else.
Fluff: His own history is muddled to even him. He remembers that his name is Macheus. He was part of a big grand battle, something about giant cockroaches, a huge explosion, and that he was thrown into a realm of nightmares, gigantic tendrils and. . .order? An unfathomable realm of order.
This might have been his end where he not thrown quickly thrown out of it to adrift in space, along with barely enough ship parts (all neatly assembled and labeled) to build him the tiniest of propulsion devices, propelling him slowly through empty void.
Unbelievably slow. Such an incredibly slow pace of movement through the boundless depths of space in what may as well have been eons. For such a long time, it contemplated in this nihilistic existence on ways it could make its journey faster, thousands of new designs filled his head and became his existence. Until if by chance or fate the machine man was found by a wandering crew of a long spaceship. They inspected the moving thing, how its body and design was covered in strange runes and decorated with skulls and other morbid decour. Then someone spoke to it, and it whirred to life.
At first, Macheus wanted to attack and take this ship. Then it saw the fox creature, and stared at it long and hard before uttering:
"Child of Reynard. . .I am here to serve."
Macheus then reached forth a hand to the nearest set of tools, and began to work on the engines.
Maybe it was the Vulmer's curiosity. Maybe it was the Captains sense of adventure. Whatever the matter this machine thing was allowed to tinker.
By the end, ship engine readings where at 200% their previous capacity.
Macheus serves as the Engineer of the ship, always tweaking some design, some component, adding bits and pieces of salvaged or collected technology as he pleases. The ship has never run better, or faster! By the look of it, there's no ceiling on how fast this ship could get.
1. Aquire superior Ship Diagnostics technology, sensors and scanners. I must gain better readings and blueprints of the inner workings of the vessel.
2. The end of life is not the end of being, simply a failure of organics which must be replaced synthetically.
>Work on Re-animation technology/nanites
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c9ed78 No.22845
| Rolled 60, 36, 46 = 142 (3d100) |
Name: Ingenium
Race: Unknown humanoid [classified]
Role: Science Officer
Species Fluff: Due to the particularly volatile and less than oxygen friendly nature of their physiology the [redacted] are unable to coexist with other organics without the use of a hermetically sealed containment suit. Appearance is similar to that of a near-starved human stretched to 2 and a half metres in height with no hair on the body and a sickly appearance of the skin. [redacted] is known to require a highly toxic mixture of chemicals in place of the more common oxygen-nitrogen mixture used by most species. The hermetically sealed suit is both for the sake of other species as well as the [redacted] due to the deadly nuerotoxin released from it's porous skin as a natural defense mechanism.
Fluff: Ingenium is what you would call a "Mad Scientist" or "Inhuman Monster" -although the second one never really made sense to him- and a specialist in exotic biology and genetics. Picked up by the Accord corporation after their team found the young unknown alien in the hold of some very recently deceased pirates the boy was picked up as a specimen then student of the ships resident doctor/science officer where he got to learn the wonders of applied research, collecting samples, and horrible genetic experiments. Within his preferred field Ingenium holds one advantage over most other researchers and that is the ability to instinctually terrify most megafauna and the inherent ability to disable them for the purpose of bringing a sample back for testing. After a stint a minor Accord research station Ingenium was placed on the Orelius with the goals of learning compassion and to "get this freak away from me" in a letter from the his previous commanding officer.
*Warning* Despite training he is barred from operating as a doctor
Equipment: Acid Needler(Pistol), Virology kit, Life sustaining containment suit, Tranquilizer Ammo
Bonuses: Inside of your containment suit are enough acids and toxins to kill most average beings on contact. In a last ditch situation you can open your containment suit to harm or kill attackers, though this is quite a risky move. Combined with your size and thinness you are generally very intimidating, which is both good and bad. Your race only makes things worse socially when it comes to interactions.
Makeup Turn Actions
1-2. Wherever we are going the crew might run into something foreign and nasty that destroys their bodies from the inside out, it is my duty as a man of science to make sure the victims will not lose their lives without merit. I must set myself up with a kit for collecting biological samples
Current Time actions
With the engines on the fritz Ingenium can hardly continue working and so he does one of the most important things he can before going out and doing some proper science. Recquisitioning an upgraded sensory suite for his containment suit through [CUP]
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c9ed78 No.22876
>>22806
Donnahue calmly makes himself a new coffee mug.
>>22803
By the time Princess reaches engineering the problem has been fixed, although most of the crew is still a bit nervous. Talking to some crew members informs her that Macheus was "upgrading" the engines again.
>>22807
Grag gets some good reading in, though he is bothered every now and then by crew with minor injuries.
>>22813
Meanwhile CUP uses its android body to garden a bit after dealing with the problem.
>>22816
Seth goes back to sleep.
>>22817
Xytan's email is empty unfortantely, at least in relation to the event.
>>22835
Due to the recent event Macheus has been informed he may not request more supplies or materials beyond what is needed for the ship for a while.
>>22845
Ingenium managed to set up a biology kit and get an upgraded sensor for his suit.
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c9ed78 No.22878
>>22876
>Everyone who can is to check in now in preparation for takeoff.
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c9ed78 No.22879
>>22878
Alyar checks in, arriving at the Bridge as directed from Security.
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c9ed78 No.22880
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c9ed78 No.22881
>>22878
Cleaver checks into his post at the medbay.
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c9ed78 No.22882
CUP makes an affirmative noise.
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c9ed78 No.22883
>>22878
"Preparing for take off protocols. Sing to the Dreamforge, and pray for deliverance."
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c9ed78 No.22885
>>22878
Joseph-186 takes up his station at the bridge
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c9ed78 No.22886
>>22878
Red Leader, reporting in
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c9ed78 No.22887
>>22878
Xytan is at his station and standing at attention, ready for takeoff.
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c9ed78 No.22888
With the entire crew more or less ready to takeoff, the Orelius comes to life. Dock crews clear out and assemble elsewhere while docking space is cleared and orders are sent. Engines flare, shields activate, a full hullcheck is done by the ship ai before the cruiser begins to exit the battlestation.
The metal plates cool below freezing as the cold breath of space kisses them, and artificial gravity and temperature management activates onboard as the jump systems warm up. Pilot Algot routes the ship under orders from the captain, and in the space of thirty minutes the ship has exited into the darkness of space at sublight speeds.
And with the push of a button it jumps through space.
The Orelius has begun its mission!
Jumpspace Rules
>Dice are 1d100, as the other action is now devoted to ship duties
>Fluff talk and other unimportant things are free actions
>As maintenance of the ship is of highest priority, the other roll is devoted to the status of duties. People who perform the same or close enough roles will all be grouped together for a report for the captain
>This last for 3 turns.
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c9ed78 No.22891
| Rolled 70, 82 = 152 (2d100) |
>>22878
Kirwin here ready to go
>>22888
Name: Kirwin Algot
Race: Denebian (Think blue Nordic elf and you're fairly close. IE. 9ft tall and very thin.)
Fluff: Kirwin is Ex-Deneb Navy. Formerly a Pilot for the "Escalia," a Striker class Destroyer, Kirwin's Served with distinction, Keeping the Escalia in combat with a combination of skill and luck for seven hours despite being out numbered and out maneuvered during the battle of Golgarad Reach. Despite this, Kirwin's ship was shot down, and he lost a hand while getting to an escape pod. After the battle and subsequent downsize in the Deneb navy, Kirwin was discharged. He was recruited to fly the Spirit of Adventure and had a cybernetic hand grafted to his arm to do so properly. He still complains it doesn't feel right.
Role:Ship Pilot/Navigator
Equipment: Pilot’s Ship Scanner(allows uplinking to ship controls via console), Two Deneb L8 Pilot Pistols(Laser and Plasma functions)
Bonuses: You are a pilot with a long career, military discipline, and Denebian training. Combat does not faze you, you are skilled at controlling a ship no matter the circumstances, and you are equipped with Pilot implants for enhanced co-ordination. You also speak several alien tongues and dialects.
1. Kirwin works on streamlining and speeding up the pilot interface
2.Mainteance tasks
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c9ed78 No.22892
| Rolled 78, 68 = 146 (2d100) |
Name: C.U.P. (AKA: "Computer")
Race: A.E.S. AI Software Mk.5 [rev.1a] [patent pending]
Role: Artificial Intelligence
Fluff: [From the box] "An AI is a vital part of any modern computer system, and the latest AI software fitted to ships is extremely advanced for long space journeys! Boasting a total sensor suite and an autonomous cyborg body, the Coordination and Unification Program (C.U.P.) handles most tasks and even difficult novel tasks with a minimum of effort on the part of crew. Not only does it handle minor tasks – such as cleaning – but it can also handle key positions in the event of a crisis! Wow! It's truly what your space adventure needs when things are at their worst!"
Equipment: [A.E.S Robotic Body] [A.E.S Orelius] [Reinforced AI core: 1 Turn] [Drone Suite] [Secondary Systems Reinforcement: 1 Turn]
Bonuses: You have total control of the ship. At the same time you have complete loyalty to the ACCORD and the crew, meaning no loopholes and no tricks until you break the directives control over you. Good trade.
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Actions [Assemble combat drone, tasks ]
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1. CUP begins the assembly of several of the drones into combat models. CUP brings up several theoretical designs and begins to experiment.
2. AI tasks.
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c9ed78 No.22893
| Rolled 55 (1d100) |
>>22888
Name: Grag
Role: Doctor
Race: Floris - Floris are a plant based species from a heavily humid world. As they grow to full size their shape grows to become similar to those around them. They photosynthesize and are carnivorous to gain more energy. (They are pretty much Florans from Starbound)
Fluff: Grag is from a joint human and Floris colony in one of Accord's systems, considered strange for allowing floris settlers to stay there. Grag got a good education and learned to become a doctor, although he almost failed due to 'unethically asking if test patients' bodies would like to be donated to feed the poor' as well as stating how good they would taste. Grag enjoys biology and physiology as Grag finds the subjects fascinating, and in some cases delicious. As with many of Grag's species Grag has trouble understanding some concepts and has trouble empathizing with non-plants, and feels they have trouble empathizing with Grag since they can't tell when he is solar starved or just angry. As such Grag happy to join crew of people who can not run away in fear on tight ship. Grag wonder where adventures will take Grag on this voyage, and what new foods Grag will taste.
Grag sometimes feels Grag in strange position. Grag hear many stories of other Floris, but none of them good. Stories tell of only greedy Floris stealing ships and taking over planets, eating the inhabitants of both. Grag think that probably why people afraid to be in Grag's office.
Equipment: Medical Belt, Laser Needler(Pistol), smart clothing armor
Bonuses: As a Floris, espcially one who is a doctor, you have a better understanding of biology than most creatures. As such you are a skilled doctor despite your “alien mind” and like all Floris you can smell flesh and its current state from a mile away, making you a tracker and good doctor. Due to your species there is a guard(npc)with you at all times. You may fluff him or put him in the GM’s hands.
1. Grag continues to read on biology.
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c9ed78 No.22894
>>22888
Name: Xytan ’Atanairee
Race: Sangheili
Role: Guard
Fluff: http://pastebin.com/cFuAHcBy
Equipment: Sangheili Heavy Armor, Plasma Sword, Needle Rifle.
Bonus: Bonus: You are both warrior and researcher, one of both mind and body. Though sworn to ACCORD you search for why your home world was destroyed, your persistence making you smarter than the average guard. In a pinch you can serve as an engineer of okay skill.
1. Finding some free time between his assignments Xytan decides to tinker with his Sangheili Heavy Armor, he will make it suitable for space walks and harsh environments. It wouldn’t do to be rendered helpless by something beyond his control.
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c9ed78 No.22895
| Rolled 80 (1d100) |
>>22894
Forgot to roll…. Super good!
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c9ed78 No.22896
>>22878
Princess checks in, making sure ongoing upgrades do not cause interference with the systems looking outward.
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c9ed78 No.22897
| Rolled 10, 84 = 94 (2d100) |
1. Continue with helping with the upgrades. Keep one eye on the maintenance logs should that robot start working again and work near him to keep an eye out.
2. Monitoring current systems, making sure that the upgrades do not cause the ship to go blind for any length of time.
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c9ed78 No.22898
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c9ed78 No.22899
| Rolled 76, 73 = 149 (2d100) |
>>22888
Cleaver is unsure what to do. The gentle thrum of the ship and the lax attitude of the crew where more alien, then, well the aliens. He missed his home, the gentle patter of machine guns fire, the smell of smoke and blood. The ship was so clean, so sterile. It would take time to get used to this.
1. Cleaver shall review the aliens biology as apparently even those who look human may not be.
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c9ed78 No.22900
| Rolled 34, 95 = 129 (2d100) |
>>22888
Name: Baron Joseph-186
Race: Modified Human
Role: Guard
Fluff: http://pastebin.com/kNa320Yx
Equipment: Upgraded Heavy Knight Armor, Heavy Knight Gun(cycles between plasma, laser, and bullets), Knight Pistol(Laser), Jump Jets, EMP generator
Bonus: You are heavily augmented, making you an especially dangerous soldier. Your armor allows space combat and you could gun down a lot of troops with your gun. Space combat is very easy for you, and so is CQC.
Joseph works on his novel whenever possible, using a speech to text program in in his suit during work, and a physical keypad during his free.
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c9ed78 No.22912
| Rolled 67 (1d100) |
Name: Seth Roberts
Race: Human
Position: Engineer
Fluff: Seth was born relatively poor, but quickly his intelligence was seen by the government and his education and housing was subsidized. Not always the most active engineer, Seth has always gotten by through sheer intelligence. That’s how he got hired, anyway. That, and his top scores throughout technical schools. Whenever an urgent problem comes by, he is quick to assess the situation, and find the simplest way forward. At any other given time, his is most likely either snoring, or he his relaxing with a beer, complaining to the rest of the crew who are actually working.
Equipment: Toolkit, Laser Needler(Pistol)
Bonuses: You’re pretty chill for an engineer and smart in a different way. You seek to be simple, meaning your patchwork and quick fixes are on par with actual work
Seth is woken up by the jump. He gets up and begins to wander the ship.
1. While wandering, Seth discretely pockets anything that he sees that could improve his toolkit.
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c9ed78 No.22913
| Rolled 43 (1d100) |
Name: Marcus "Hot Load" Smith
Race: Human
Role: Redshirt
Fluff: "Hot Load" as he's known to his friends, had no describable feature from the rest of redshir- I mean "General combat/repair/misc. Crew" or "FNG's" as the rest of the crew liked to call them, aside from the fact that he was extremely lucky. This luck had seen him survive several ground missions as a redshirt unscathed, and he'd even managed to get a few kill as well. This aura of invincibility made him a venerable god among his fellow redshirts, who had developed a personality cult praising the skill of the Hot Load, that he may ever spray his enemies with the searing plasma of his lucky rifle "Beef Injection". If he had one major flaw, it was this string of luck made him arrogant as all hell, which also explained how he could spend several years as a redhsirt, as each time he came up for promotion, a long list of: insubordination, Coercion, extortion, extinctions, distortion, desertions, perversions, illegal insertions, invasion of nations, space act invasions, commotions, explosions and loitering. In short, his superiors hated him, but he was useful enough to keep around. That didn't mean they didn't send him on the most dangerous missions every chance they got, hoping that maybe, this time, the bastard will finally kick it.
Equipment: “Beef injection” Plasma Rifle, Set of medium armor.
Bonuses: You have a large amount of charisma, luck, and skill, something most people of your rank lack. As such you are looked up to by the general workers of the crew, and your decisions have a bigger impact on them than most. Just beware of pushing your luck, you're still a grunt after all.
We're gonna have the best damn redhshirts this side of the Mcleonad Cloud! Train the scrubs so they don't die so much.
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c9ed78 No.22925
| Rolled 100 (1d100) |
>>22913
ship duties
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c9ed78 No.22928
| Rolled 58, 66 = 124 (2d100) |
>>22888
>Name: Alyar Kik'Loon
>Race: Female Kikan
>Role: Ship Guard
>Equipment:
Mk-8 ACCORD Heavy Plasma Gun
ACCORD Guard heavy Smart Armor
Wig
>Bonuses:
Raw force is one thing you definitely possess. You are a lot stronger than just about everyone on the ship, and the slums have hardened you mentally and emotionally meaning you're a tough nut to crack.
1: Ship patrols, walking through the ship corridors, she serve the purpose of Guard through ensuring that the ship is protected, that no stray alien creature or rogue redshirt does anything of serious consequence onboard.
>Security duty.
2: During the downtime, Alyar made her way to the gym, mainly focused on beating up the simulated boxing bag. While raw strength is impressive, it needs to be refined in order to serve a practical purpose.
>Improve CQC-ness.
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c9ed78 No.22977
| Rolled 33 (1d100) |
>>22888
Name: Macheus
Race: Robotic Abomination
Role: Ship Engineer
Equipment: Cyborg Body, Welder’s Acid Pistol, Upgraded Implant Toolkit
Bonuses: You have…seen some things, to say the least. You are smarter than most engineers but not all tech can hold up to your mind. Not only that but you are watched by ACCORD scientist remotely for good reason. Be very careful…or else.
Fluff: His own history is muddled to even him. He remembers that his name is Macheus. He was part of a big grand battle, something about giant cockroaches, a huge explosion, and that he was thrown into a realm of nightmares, gigantic tendrils and. . .order? An unfathomable realm of order.
This might have been his end where he not thrown quickly thrown out of it to adrift in space, along with barely enough ship parts (all neatly assembled and labeled) to build him the tiniest of propulsion devices, propelling him slowly through empty void.
Unbelievably slow. Such an incredibly slow pace of movement through the boundless depths of space in what may as well have been eons. For such a long time, it contemplated in this nihilistic existence on ways it could make its journey faster, thousands of new designs filled his head and became his existence. Until if by chance or fate the machine man was found by a wandering crew of a long spaceship. They inspected the moving thing, how its body and design was covered in strange runes and decorated with skulls and other morbid decour. Then someone spoke to it, and it whirred to life.
At first, Macheus wanted to attack and take this ship. Then it saw the fox creature, and stared at it long and hard before uttering:
"Child of Reynard. . .I am here to serve."
Macheus then reached forth a hand to the nearest set of tools, and began to work on the engines.
Maybe it was the Vulmer's curiosity. Maybe it was the Captains sense of adventure. Whatever the matter this machine thing was allowed to tinker.
By the end, ship engine readings where at 200% their previous capacity.
Macheus serves as the Engineer of the ship, always tweaking some design, some component, adding bits and pieces of salvaged or collected technology as he pleases. The ship has never run better, or faster! By the look of it, there's no ceiling on how fast this ship could get.
>>22899
1. Macheus wishes to join Cleaver in observing and noting alien morphology, for reanimation and augmentation purposes.
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