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DM Post #1

How DM’s work in this thread.

Typically there is content for everyone, labeled with an ALL. This applies to everyone, so please, take note.

Follows are individual DM’s. These are the ones that directly apply to you, so pay careful attention to these. In addition you may be stuck into groups, depending on how the thread goes and whatnot.

Time: 2 Weeks since last posting

ALL: Life in the Alpha Centauri system upon arrival was good at first. Accidents were rare and usually only involved minor injuries. People were in good moods, even the Marines, many of which were bored out of their skulls. However, that changed a few short weeks ago. The first sign was the accidental death of a Technician, the cause was him entering an airlock and cycling it, while not wearing a space-suit. In addition, fights started breaking out among the crew, the worst of which was a 25 person brawl. Strangely, none of those involved could recall what started it. In addition, episodes of depression started to spread among the crew, many of those affected hurting themselves, some even attempted to kill themselves. As of now, only 7 people have died, 4 by accidents and 3 by their own hands.

Some people thought that the cause was something unearthed at the outpost down on Chiron. Others, particularly among the flight crew, thought it might have been something to do with the unscheduled launches 2 weeks ago by the special-ops marines, or whatever was in the isolation ward in the Medical Bay. But no one on the command crew was talking about what was going on. The only things said by them was that the crew needed to be careful, to make sure to relax and not stress out, and that in a few short weeks everyone would reenter cryo-sleep for the journey back to Earth. Despite these assurances, the crew on a whole was restless and nervous, eager to cut the mission short and head on back to Earth

Individual DM’s

• Adam – For the duration of the mission thus far, you have been assigned the duty of patrolling the Cargo Bays on Deck #3. While it may seem odd to be guarding it, there was a lot of sensitive and valuable equipment there. In addition, you were to help those authorized get stuff from the Cargo Bay. Normally you would have worked with Marine Davidson, but three days ago, he sliced open his face with his combat knife. You were barely able to stop him from stabbing out another eye, but the damage was done. He was still in Medical Bay, last you heard still under sedation. As you walked along through the Port Cargo Bay, you hear something strange nearby, behind several large crates, yet familiar enough to send a shudder down your spine, the sound of a knife going into flesh and bone.
  • Role: UAC Marine – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Shipboard Marine Armor Mk. 1 – Standard Duty Uniform
  • Weapons: M231 standard issue army sidearm, M463 standard pulse assault rifle
  • Equipment:
• Fluffie – You wake up, the dreams of your dead brother haunting you. Yes, you brother, who was apparently killed on Mars, likes to haunt you constantly in your dreams. You figured that going to another solar system would help get rid of the dreams, and for a while, it did. But the last two weeks, they have been getting worse, so much worse. Anyways, your little “nap” took place while you were on duty, which is patrolling the starboard docking pod on Deck #3. You had taken a sit-down, opened a bottle of water you brought, and BAM you went into dream land. Your brother was there, screaming something at you about how you are going to die unless you get some weapons. Yet like always, the dreams are fading away, and your attention is shifted towards the sounds of a female screaming, and a man yelling, then the sound of flesh hitting flesh in a not-so-nice manner. It seems to be coming from up ahead, towards the Starboard External Science Lab entrance.
  • Role: UAC Marine – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Shipboard Marine Armor Mk. 1 – Standard Duty Uniform
  • Weapons: M231 standard issue army sidearm, M463 standard pulse assault rifle
  • Equipment:
• Mrmao – You jerk awake at your console with a start. Shaking you head, you look at the time, and see that you feel asleep for just a few scant minutes. You thought that the journey here would be exciting, and that you would be able to set foot onto a alien planet outside of the Sol system. However, shortly after arriving, you were told that only senior scientists were allowed on planet, and that assistants like yourself were stuck on the ship doing data-crunching. Right now, you were examining the mineral content of a piece of rock from Chiron when your terminal shuts down and then reboots. You grumble in annoyance, for these computer malfunctions were happening more and more often. The technicians were apparently baffled by the malfunctions as well, and unable to resolve them. For some reason, you mentally recall these problems starting about two weeks ago, when some of the craziness started occurring. You were not involved in anything that has since happened, but had heard plenty about the incidents. As you wait for the terminal to finish rebooting, you hear a distant scream. You are currently in the Starboard External Science Lab, but in a isolated section for mineral analysis. You then hear the scream again, louder and more frightened if at all possible.
  • Role: Civilian Scientist – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Lab Overcoat - Standard Duty Uniform
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: PDA
• Dunin Hemm – You were bored. While it was nice not fighting on some random spot on Earth against guerillas, the lack of action onboard the Athena was something you didn’t expect. Being a Gunnery Sergeant in the UAC had placed you in charge of the Deck #3 armory and security station, where you mostly checked out weapons, checked them over when they were returned, and helped trained other Marines in the tiny firing range. In addition, more and more lately you have been acting as a jailer, holding people in the small brig in the back of the station, capable of holding 4 people in individual cells, and today all four cells were filled. Today you were in the process of stripping out an M463 standard pulse assault rifle, keeping an ear open on the prisoners when the hatchway opens and a UAC Marine steps in. Clad in the standard Marine shipboard armor, you are unable to see his face through the polarized visor, but the nametag over his left breast has the label of “T. Kilon”, a Marine whom, if you recall right, should be on duty down in Deck #1. Before you are able to ask him what is going on, the Marine raises his M463 rifle and starts firing randomly.
  • Role: UAC Marine – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Shipboard Marine Armor Mk. 1 – Standard Duty Uniform
  • Weapons: M231 standard issue army sidearm – Partially-Assembled M463 Pulse Assault Rifle
  • Equipment: PDA, Weapon Cleaning Kit
• Ph8 – You are annoyed. For the past week you have been working on the ship’s AI system. About two weeks ago people started reporting problems with the computer systems, namely random reboots on terminals, files being lost, and in some cases, malfunctions in systems controlled by the ship computer, including one where a ship technician was working on one of the plasma relays for one of the engines, and the computer activated the plasma relay despite the override being in place, instantly killing the technician and horribly burning another who was still in Medical Bay. Leaning back in your chair as you examine the lines of code in one of the sub processors, you look around the room. You are on Deck #3 in the Computer Core access room, your standard office. It seems lately that the problem is that somewhere the computer is using an excessive amount of processing power, but you have been unable to determine where the processes are, and the amount of processing taking place has lead to various code corruptions. There were normally many safeguards against this, however they were not working, hence you were examining them line by line to make sure they were still working when suddenly your terminal goes dark and resets. Grumbling, you activate a back-up holo-pad of the ship AI functioning’s. Everything seems to be okay, however you then notice a flicker of the code, as if something was rewriting parts of it. Before you can examine further, an alarm goes off, indicating a potential overload. You can either attempt to exit quickly, or the more risky alternative, try to override the overload using another backup terminal in your office.
  • Role: Ship Technician – AI Computer Core – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Standard Duty Uniform
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: PDA, Computer Repair Kit, Multitool
• Gokan – Looking out the cockpit of your Viper fighter, you listen to the hum of the engines through your helmet. Adjusting the flight stick, you turn the fighter around slightly, bringing into view the planet Chiron, and currently a dim spot over it, the Athena. Your mission was one of standard recon, making sure that the Athena was not as risk from asteroids or other space debris. Now that your mission was at an end, you were heading on back to land at the Athena. Your co-pilot behind you is taking a short nap, required since you had been out for 4 hours. Triggering the thrusters, you hear your co-pilot then scream suddenly, then a smashing sound. Turning slightly to look behind you, you see him in the midst of some kind of seizure. You quickly switch over full control to your station and disconnect the co-pilot’s controls, but for some reason, they don’t switch over. Your co-pilot, Lt. Garwin then slams his head into the panel, and alarms go off, and the Viper starts to spin. Your options, you quickly realize, are to eject your co-pilot, which would be the safest, or shoot him, which would be bad. Or possible, you could hit the emergency override behind you, which would disconnect all control systems and reboot them, but during the rebooting period, you could pull the override behind you to take manual control of the fighter.
  • Role: UAC Viper Pilot – Attached to Athena Project
  • Health: 100%
  • Armor: Fighter Pilot Armor
  • Weapons: M231 standard issue army sidearm
  • Equipment: PDA, Survival Gear
• Inspectre – Pain. That’s the first thing you feel. Your eyes are heavy to the feel, and opening them takes nearly a superhuman effort. You are only able to see fuzzy outlines, but you are able to hear the sounds of medical equipment. Your body as well has the funny feeling of you being pumped full of drugs. You take a few minutes, trying to figure out how you came to be here. You remember being on Earth, working, then kidnapped by UAC agents, taken to Mars, then everything going to hell. It is then that your memory really gets fuzzy. You have flashes of images, intense fighting, lost allies, and despair. Looking up a little, you tilt you head. Your vision continues to clear up slowly, and you see a nurse standing next to you, adjusting something and talking to someone out of eyesight. At least she looks human. You try to raise an arm, and see that it is unbroken, which you find strange for you had the distant feeling that it should have been horribly broken. Your hearing then starts working properly again and you start hearing various voices fading in and out.
  
  “… looks like they all are coming out of it Doctor…”
  
  “… still don’t understand what would cause such a neural shock…”
  
  “… Mr. Smith reports he is on his way up to talk to them…”
  
  “… I don’t approve of him coming here right now... they all just got out of major surgery…”
  
  You then flash back, feeling the impact of great force against your left side, the bones crunching, and strangly, looking into the face of a creature, and stabbing your hands into it’s face, the blows disintegrating the face. You then flash back to reality and turn to see two people, one clad in a neat suit, another wearing the duty uniform of a UAC Commander, with the nametag reading Cmdr. “I. Morgan.” The suited man starts speaking first.
  
  “Hello son…. I know you just went through a lot. I’m Mr. Smith of the UAC Security Council. Tell me, what do you remember.”
  • Role: Civilian
  • Health: Drugged up heavily, coming out of a 2-week coma
  • Armor: Hospital Gown
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: None
• Heiro - Pain. That’s the first thing you feel. Your eyes are heavy to the feel, and opening them takes nearly a superhuman effort. You are only able to see fuzzy outlines, but you are able to hear the sounds of medical equipment. Your body as well has the funny feeling of you being pumped full of drugs. You take a few minutes, trying to figure out how you came to be here. You remember being on Earth, working, then being assigned by the UAC to Mars, going to Mars, then everything going to hell. It is then that your memory really gets fuzzy. You have flashes of images, intense fighting, lost allies, and despair. Looking up a little, you tilt you head. Your vision continues to clear up slowly, and you see a man in a neat suit standing next to another bed, and you recognize the civilian that joined you on mars. Next to the suited man is another person wearing the uniform of a UAC ship commander. You then feel hatred over them, the exact reasons escape you for the moment, and then they come over to you, and the suited man is the first to speak up.
  
  “Hello son…. I know you just went through a lot. I’m Mr. Smith of the UAC Security Council. Tell me, what do you remember.”
  • Role: UAC Marine – Unknown Detachment
  • Health: Drugged up heavily, coming out of a 2-week coma
  • Armor: Hospital Gown
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: None
• Flapjack - Pain. That’s the first thing you feel. Your eyes are heavy to the feel, and opening them takes nearly a superhuman effort. You are only able to see fuzzy outlines, but you are able to hear the sounds of medical equipment. Your body as well has the funny feeling of you being pumped full of drugs. You take a few minutes, trying to figure out how you came to be here. You remember working on Mars, with everything quickly going to hell. Flexing your hands, you are surprised to feel no pain, which you find odd for you can’t exactly recall why they should be in pain. Looking around, you appear to be in a hospital ward, with several other beds around you that you somewhat recognize as being for intensive care. Standing over one of the beds are two people, one wearing a neat suit, another wearing the uniform of a UAC ship commander. They then leave the bed and walk over to you, with the suited man speaking first.
  
  “Hello son…. I know you just went through a lot. I’m Mr. Smith of the UAC Security Council. Tell me, what do you remember.”
  • Role: UAC Technician – Unknown Detachment
  • Health: Drugged up heavily, coming out of a 2-week coma
  • Armor: Hospital Gown
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: None
• Richard - Pain. That’s the first thing you feel. Your eyes are heavy to the feel, and opening them takes nearly a superhuman effort. You are only able to see fuzzy outlines, but you are able to hear the sounds of medical equipment. Your body as well has the funny feeling of you being pumped full of drugs. You take a few minutes, trying to figure out how you came to be here. You remember working on Mars, with everything quickly going to hell. You then look over your body, and while most of it is covered with monitors and bandages, you notice something odd about your left arm. With barely a though, it rises, revealing the metallic glean of an artificial arm. Thankfully it is not filled with pain, and looking at it you see it goes to your shoulder. Looking around the area, you see that it is some kind of intensive care ward, isolated judging from the small size. You see four other beds, all of which filled with people that you recognize. In addition there are some people clad in doctor’s uniforms, and two others, one clad in a nifty suit, another wearing the uniform of a UAC ship commander. The two then approach you, with the suited man speaking first.
  
  “Hello son…. I know you just went through a lot. I’m Mr. Smith of the UAC Security Council. Tell me, what do you remember.”
  • Role: UAC Marine – Unknown Detachment
  • Health: Drugged up heavily, coming out of a 2-week coma
  • Armor: Hospital Gown
  • Weapons: None
  • Equipment: Artificial Left Arm