You move all your goodies into the hazmat suit's pockets.
You put the suit on. It's heavier than the fatigues, but the mask is better-it's a closed-air system rather than some burnt wood in a coffee filter. The device has a smart system to keep you from using all your canned air in a fresh-air environment. Enter a hazardous area, and it switches to the breath bottle.
You hang your spray gun, shotgun and pulse rifle off your shoulders; and hold the blaster and laser cutlass in your left and right hands respectively. You'd be loaded for bear if the sprayer had a full tank. No cleaner jugs, though.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Freshly-recharged? As in, he's about to shoot us? Then by all means dodge.
Then shoot him in the chest (or as close as we can get) with the blaster, twice.
((Jeez, I leave for a few hours and we've got four pages of new posts. I'm back, for better or for worse. Hopefully you guys don't hate me.))
edited 9th Jul '15 3:09:38 PM by 3_D_S
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents, and be happy.((s'okay. We're still alive.))
edited 9th Jul '15 3:10:50 PM by Ripsaw
Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you might just get it all...((sorry for the curt descriptions last time. Caught in the rain; didn't want my phone to get ruined.))
Blast him! (5; critical success): His chest cavity, and the parasite within are engulfed in flames. There is an agonized gratitude in his eyes...
Victory!
His pockets contain an extra battery. Total: 10.
His blaster, while in passable condition, is the baseline model...
Cowboy style?
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Can we take it with us, but not keep it equipped? (Just in case something happens to our other one.) If we can, then sure, take it. If not, just leave it be.
Then, with blaster+ and cutlass still equipped, continue following the White Line, I guess. ((Where exactly is this White Line leading to? A bit out of the loop here.))
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents, and be happy.You slip the vanilla blaster into your left holster; keeping your cutlass and modded blaster in your hands.
The White Line is a perfectly knife-edged line of white paint on the smoke-grey flooring. It leads to the Reactor Control Booth.
You hear a soft gasp as you round the bend. A small humanoid is trying to hide behind a fuel cell.
edited 9th Jul '15 5:27:52 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!So is she a zombie like the others, or normal, or something completely different? I say we back away a bit (so that she can't grab us) and, with blaster ready, ask her name - see if she shows any sign of response to being spoken to.
((God knows this may or may not be a terrible decision. I honestly have no idea what to expect.))
edited 9th Jul '15 8:54:39 PM by 3_D_S
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents, and be happy.The little girl regards you with terror. Your blaster pointed at the ceiling, you inquire in as gentle a tone as you can;
"Hello. My name's Robert. Who are you?"
She only whimpers.
"Are you okay? Why are you here in the Engine Room?"
Still only fear. Maybe if you had some food to share, she'd open up...
edited 9th Jul '15 9:08:04 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Foil crackles off the ration bar- a length of hardened nutrient paste and enough preservatives to mummify a cat. Bland, unhealthy, and liable to stop you up like the plumbing after chili night, but it beats starving to death.
You take a tiny bite, to show it's safe to eat, and offer her the rest. She grabs the food (that's all you can say about it, really. It's food.), and begins gobbling like she hasn't eaten all week. Maybe she hasn't. You hand her the other one, and she devours it too.
Her face collapses, and she fastens around your neck, sobbing.
Your psi amp's lense begins to itch...
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!((HOLYSHIT what did I do? I'm sorry. So she was already infected, or something? Knew it. I dun goofed.))
Is the second-to-last sentence meant to be taken literally? i.e. she's now trying to kill us, or do something to us?
If that's the case... Shoot her in the head. Blaster+. Now.
edited 9th Jul '15 9:45:38 PM by 3_D_S
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents, and be happy.((I meant she started to cry and glompped us.))
The little girl's psionic vibrations are laced with that of whatever entity you hacked off by cleaning up the mould! Shit!
Defend yourself! (1; critical failure): The not-girl's hug turns into a stranglehold. Your vision is clouded by swirling shadows. You struggle to get your blaster in position, but with suprising strength, she grabs your wrist...
edited 9th Jul '15 9:54:41 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!((Well then. May or may not have misinterpreted that, but it all worked out in the end. Or not, considering the fact that we're currently in a choke hold.))
Boot her in the chest, hard. Hey, it apparently worked on page 7...
Hopefully she'll be momentarily stunned enough for us to wrench our hands free - if so, let's take another shot at her head.
edited 9th Jul '15 10:01:39 PM by 3_D_S
Work hard, increase production, prevent accidents, and be happy.((And thus was They Look Like Us Now intergrated into A Shock to the System.))
To the zombie child, I bequeath: a boot to the head! And one for Jenny and the Wimp. (3; partial success): Your Mighty Boot drives the small body away. The creature snarls in fury. She-it-still has your gun hand in a vice grip.
edited 9th Jul '15 10:08:47 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!

You install the doubler; the hand guard doing it's job. You slot another battery into the device. The blaster chimes to indicate readiness.
You store the Catlike Tread module with the other data chips.
The hazmat suit hangs on the opposite wall. It is a heavy, green, lead-lined, neoprene jumpsuit; with an air bottle on the back. Like your fatigues, it is covered in pockets where it isn't armored.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!