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Graveyard / Re: MRS Morey - PBF
« on: December 06, 2009, 12:11 »
"Hey, where are you headed?" the disembodied voice once again came through the speakers. "I could look at the cameras along where you're going to give you some idea about what's ahead. But remember, they don't show everything."
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Graveyard / Re: Returns PBF - In Character
« on: December 06, 2009, 12:07 »
"Now's not the time to talk. And you, stay in front, no monkey business. I'll tell you which way to turn when the time comes. Let's go."
As Fathima directed the group along the route to the shuttle hanger bay, she wondered to herself why she was even bringing this man along. His presence would not aid her survival, and perhaps would even hinder it. But perhaps it was an aftereffect of the kill she just performed. And he had such a pretty face...
As Fathima directed the group along the route to the shuttle hanger bay, she wondered to herself why she was even bringing this man along. His presence would not aid her survival, and perhaps would even hinder it. But perhaps it was an aftereffect of the kill she just performed. And he had such a pretty face...
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Graveyard / Re: MRS Morey PBF Characters sheets & dedicated OOC topic
« on: December 06, 2009, 11:48 »
Name: Trevor Smith
Age: 42
Homeworld: Low-Tech Ice-Capped
Rank 6 Infiltrator "The Invisible"
Strength 7 (0)
Dexterity 10 (+1)
Endurance 12 (+2)
Intelligence 10 (+1)
Education 9 (+1)
Social 6 (0)
Skills:
Advocate 0
Athletics (Coordination) 0
Deception 6
Gambler 1
Gun Combat (Slug Pistol) 2
Investigate 1
Jack of all Trades 3
Medic 0
Melee (Small Blade) 1
Stealth 1
Streetwise 1
Survival 0
Trust 3
Vacc Suit 0
Cover Identity: Bandit (+2, Average)
Network (Criminal: local criminal organizations)
Network (Corporate: local corporations)
Network (Street: local fringe)
Romantic Relationship: Alyssa Chang, girlfriend
Inventory:
Mesh (2)
Wrist Watch
Electric Torch (i.e. Flashlight)
Tool Laser
Camera, Digital
Duct Tape
Hand Computer/3
Interface/0
Agent/1
Database/0
Security/2
Intrusion/1
Body Pistol (3d3-3)
(with Firearm Sound-Baffle)
(with x-ray laser sight)
Intrusion Kit (TL 12)
Stealth Dagger (1d6+2)
Breaching Charge x2
Lock Pick Set, Electronic
Bug Audio/Visual/Data (TL 11)
Trevor had always enjoyed sneaking around, even as a child. But early on, he was caught sneaking into one of Optimum Corp's restricted labs, curious as to what was inside. Optimum's chief of security, however, decided that instead of charging the boy and sending him to jail for many years, to train him as one of their deep cover agents. Trevor became "Bob", a wandering bandit in the local sector, using his petty crime activities to build a reputation and keep track of activities around the area that would affect Optimum's success. His roguish characteristics even attracted a girlfriend from the same criminal circles. However, they did not live together, as each had their own enterprises to handle.
Recently, however, Optimum decided they had to know more about a certain research lab in the CL-031 system, and assigned Trevor to infiltrate it. Trevor was able to join the lab as a handyman assistant, as a jack of all trades was very useful to deal with whatever arose in a remote location. He covered many of the odd jobs that had to be done on site, while using whatever opportunities arose to dig into the secrets of the lab. One day, a security alert occurred - a golden opportunity for Trevor to sneak around while others were distracted. He was able to sneak into the security tower, but then he heard the sounds of real gunfire and combat - the alert was more than a drill! Finding the most isolated place he could find, he locked himself into the monitoring room, where he waited fearfully for the outcome.
Age: 42
Homeworld: Low-Tech Ice-Capped
Rank 6 Infiltrator "The Invisible"
Strength 7 (0)
Dexterity 10 (+1)
Endurance 12 (+2)
Intelligence 10 (+1)
Education 9 (+1)
Social 6 (0)
Skills:
Advocate 0
Athletics (Coordination) 0
Deception 6
Gambler 1
Gun Combat (Slug Pistol) 2
Investigate 1
Jack of all Trades 3
Medic 0
Melee (Small Blade) 1
Stealth 1
Streetwise 1
Survival 0
Trust 3
Vacc Suit 0
Cover Identity: Bandit (+2, Average)
Network (Criminal: local criminal organizations)
Network (Corporate: local corporations)
Network (Street: local fringe)
Romantic Relationship: Alyssa Chang, girlfriend
Inventory:
Mesh (2)
Wrist Watch
Electric Torch (i.e. Flashlight)
Tool Laser
Camera, Digital
Duct Tape
Hand Computer/3
Interface/0
Agent/1
Database/0
Security/2
Intrusion/1
Body Pistol (3d3-3)
(with Firearm Sound-Baffle)
(with x-ray laser sight)
Intrusion Kit (TL 12)
Stealth Dagger (1d6+2)
Breaching Charge x2
Lock Pick Set, Electronic
Bug Audio/Visual/Data (TL 11)
Trevor had always enjoyed sneaking around, even as a child. But early on, he was caught sneaking into one of Optimum Corp's restricted labs, curious as to what was inside. Optimum's chief of security, however, decided that instead of charging the boy and sending him to jail for many years, to train him as one of their deep cover agents. Trevor became "Bob", a wandering bandit in the local sector, using his petty crime activities to build a reputation and keep track of activities around the area that would affect Optimum's success. His roguish characteristics even attracted a girlfriend from the same criminal circles. However, they did not live together, as each had their own enterprises to handle.
Recently, however, Optimum decided they had to know more about a certain research lab in the CL-031 system, and assigned Trevor to infiltrate it. Trevor was able to join the lab as a handyman assistant, as a jack of all trades was very useful to deal with whatever arose in a remote location. He covered many of the odd jobs that had to be done on site, while using whatever opportunities arose to dig into the secrets of the lab. One day, a security alert occurred - a golden opportunity for Trevor to sneak around while others were distracted. He was able to sneak into the security tower, but then he heard the sounds of real gunfire and combat - the alert was more than a drill! Finding the most isolated place he could find, he locked himself into the monitoring room, where he waited fearfully for the outcome.
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Graveyard / Re: MRS Morey - PBF
« on: December 06, 2009, 10:01 »
"Well I've locked myself in here and haven't seen any of those beasts since, so I think the place is well sealed, but you never know for sure until you're wrong. I wouldn't mind help quickly, in case there was really was a breach I don't know about. The monitoring room right now lets me look through the cameras and listen to the comm lines around the place, but only a few at a time. And speak through the PA system, but that's obvious.
If you guys really did crash here, I could probably help. My security clearance allows me to access some of the locked areas, assuming the thing still functions. I'm also pretty handy with a fusion cutter and a few other tools that I've got here with me. And although it probably doesn't compare to your skills, I can fire a pistol if you have any spares, so I won't be a totally helpless body. I'm not a licensed pilot though, but if there's no one else, I could try my best. Years ago my brother let me fly his ship a few times and I never crashed.
I hope you guys have some food with you when you arrive...I've been starving in this place for the past three days..."
If you guys really did crash here, I could probably help. My security clearance allows me to access some of the locked areas, assuming the thing still functions. I'm also pretty handy with a fusion cutter and a few other tools that I've got here with me. And although it probably doesn't compare to your skills, I can fire a pistol if you have any spares, so I won't be a totally helpless body. I'm not a licensed pilot though, but if there's no one else, I could try my best. Years ago my brother let me fly his ship a few times and I never crashed.
I hope you guys have some food with you when you arrive...I've been starving in this place for the past three days..."
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Graveyard / Re: Returns PBF - In Character
« on: December 06, 2009, 09:43 »Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Fathima put all thoughts of Colin behind her, focusing her mind on the here and now.
Sithspawn, she thought, as her new focus finally led her to realize the meaning of the distinct alert that had been going on all this time. The area was being locked down. But no, with the power failing, would the seals hold? After all, the energy containment fields had all but disappeared. Well, there was no point in worrying about things you couldn't control. Checking in with Zal, she proceeded onwards in the direction it directed, hoping that the route would remain clear.
As she warily turned another corner, she saw two figures in the distance. It looked like a pilot was covering an escapee with her weapon. If she continued to play the role she had adopted, she would have to... No. With all the cells open, she might run across a crowd of Rebels or other prisoners. They probably wouldn't take to kindly to an intelligence agent among them. What to do then? There weren't many other explanations for why she was here. Instead, she decided to appeal to the survival instincts. Still, being careful - she drew one of her holdout pistols in one hand and aimed it forwards, while covering it with her other hand, appearing to casually hold her hands in front of her.
"What are you two doing standing there? I know you have your differences, but with the explosions throughout them ship, let's put them aside for now and run for the escape pods. Wait, you're a pilot - and the shuttles are closer. I can access the direct turbolifts if we go together."
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Graveyard / Re: MRS Morey - PBF
« on: December 06, 2009, 09:05 »
There was a pause...then the voice returned, a bit more calm.
"I'm Bob Johnson...I work as a research assistant here. Help out the science types here by doing their grunt work: y'know, carrying their stuff around, fixing little jams, and such. The monitor room I'm stuck in is in the Main Tower on the 5th floor. So...who are you guys, anyways? Should I be afraid of you? I don't even know why you're here!."
"I'm Bob Johnson...I work as a research assistant here. Help out the science types here by doing their grunt work: y'know, carrying their stuff around, fixing little jams, and such. The monitor room I'm stuck in is in the Main Tower on the 5th floor. So...who are you guys, anyways? Should I be afraid of you? I don't even know why you're here!."
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Graveyard / Re: Returns PBF - In Character
« on: December 06, 2009, 08:53 »Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Discussion / Re: Berserk, DiabloRL or AliensRL?
« on: December 06, 2009, 08:24 »
I like DoomRL far more than the others in their current state. Voted DiabloRL out of the three, though.
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Requests For Features / Re: Get a room... and lock it. Oh wait, the ceiling...
« on: December 06, 2009, 08:06 »
Yes - something like keys/locked doors occurred to me as well, and you've articulated the advantages of such a mechanic well. And crushing ceilings sounds fun too.
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Discussion / Re: Screenshots: ASCII and Graphics
« on: December 05, 2009, 15:01 »
I turned on 'running' and headed for the lower left are for some cover (with relatively poor shape). Wasn't lucky and the exit wasn't in that direction. Switched to plasma and managed to take out half of them as they chased me/took shots at me, losing half my hp and almost all my armor. Ran out of power cells and died firing away with my chaingun as the remainder closed in on me.
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Travels, level 8 Cacodemon 2nd Lieutenant, killed by a arachnotron
on level 12 of the Phobos base.
He survived 23816 turns and scored 166376 points.
He played for 32 minutes and 30 seconds.
He opposed the Nightmare!
He killed 365 out of 505 hellspawn. (72%)
He was an Angel of Impatience!
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Graveyard / Re: Returns PBF - In Character
« on: December 05, 2009, 14:33 »
Fathima didn't know that others had already interrogated Colin. This forced a sudden change in her plan of attack.
F: "So you'll notice the ship's under attack. We know you were with Imperial intelligence before, now's your chance to convince us to take you with us before we blow the ship up."
C: "I know nothing that would interest you. I was working in Intelligence for less than a week. And I failed to comply with their 'moral standards' so I am here."
F: "Nice try, Colin, but we have your entire file. The question is, how much will you cooperate with us if we whisk you out safely?"
C: "What do you want of me? I never supervised anything important, I was just a simple analyst"
F: "We're pretty interested in some of the missions you ran. Such as kidnappings of Rebel agents and infiltration of Rebel meetings?"
C: 'I can only tell you, that's last time, the agent failed, and rebels escaped. And the agent was similar to you. Small, clever, successful. All I know about her.'
F: "What kind of missions would she be doing now? How can we best protect ourselves against her?"
C: 'She is dead. In billion pieces, somewhere in Hutt space'
F: "So who's doing her job now?"
Colin paused at curious line of questioning. Then, he opened his eyes widely
C: 'It can't be. Can't be. Can't be. And I would suggest that you, Fathima, to get the hell out of my sight.'
The game was up. In her mind, Fathima cursed her distinctive height, which probably helped give her away. Of course, Colin's sharp mind was not one to be deceived for long.
F: "Alright, it's me. So it seems your current situation isn't so hot right now. I might be amenable to taking you along when I leave, if I could pick your brain."
C: "Pick me up? You know that there is no way out of this ship. Also... Fathima, believe me, I don't want to. I see little point in living. Everything I tried to build is now in ruins. I am no one. I am human detritus'
F: "I don't know what else to say to that. Anyways, we don't have much time to talk. But I need you to decide now whether or not you want to come with me. Because if you don't - it's not safe for me to leave you able to inform on me."
He closed his eyes.
C: 'Fathima. Listen to me, before you say anything. It is important. I once knew an admiral. She was from Old Republic navy. Alderaani, like me. She did not like the New Order a bit... And I had to find a way to eliminate her. Force knows, if she knew what I had to do, and how bad I felt about killing someone that once saved my mother from death. And she told me, that I should know one thing. 'I've seen enough of young boys and girls in body bags thrown out of airlock. And I know, that when the time comes, I cannot flinch, I cannot doubt. Because if I do, there will be nothing, but more boys, and girls in bodybags'
F: "I've made that mistake too many times for me to stop now. And as for the enormity of our sins...only by surviving can we act to bring some balance to the impact of our actions."
C: 'I don't care for atonement, for I want none. I know who I killed, why I did, and given the chance, I'd the same. I never doubted if my actions were right.'
F: "I see. I guess we have nothing more to discuss."
C: "Wise as you will have become, so full of experience. You'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean. Yes, I think I found my Ithaka. Farewell Fathima.'
F: "I wish things were different. Farewell."
Then, with the ship was shaken by hit once more, lights faltered and explosions were heard. The shields were no more, and Canceron was defenceles.
C: "Will you help me quit this world? I want nothing more of it.'
Explosion. And explosion.
F: "Very well."
Fathima aimed for the vulnerable point in Colin's windpipe... He died as he lived - silently. She did her best to arrange his body to look as if he died naturally.
C: "Goodbye, Colin"
So then Fathima emerged from the cell, her mind once again focused on her surroundings, once again acted as if she belonged in these corridors.
F: "So you'll notice the ship's under attack. We know you were with Imperial intelligence before, now's your chance to convince us to take you with us before we blow the ship up."
C: "I know nothing that would interest you. I was working in Intelligence for less than a week. And I failed to comply with their 'moral standards' so I am here."
F: "Nice try, Colin, but we have your entire file. The question is, how much will you cooperate with us if we whisk you out safely?"
C: "What do you want of me? I never supervised anything important, I was just a simple analyst"
F: "We're pretty interested in some of the missions you ran. Such as kidnappings of Rebel agents and infiltration of Rebel meetings?"
C: 'I can only tell you, that's last time, the agent failed, and rebels escaped. And the agent was similar to you. Small, clever, successful. All I know about her.'
F: "What kind of missions would she be doing now? How can we best protect ourselves against her?"
C: 'She is dead. In billion pieces, somewhere in Hutt space'
F: "So who's doing her job now?"
Colin paused at curious line of questioning. Then, he opened his eyes widely
C: 'It can't be. Can't be. Can't be. And I would suggest that you, Fathima, to get the hell out of my sight.'
The game was up. In her mind, Fathima cursed her distinctive height, which probably helped give her away. Of course, Colin's sharp mind was not one to be deceived for long.
F: "Alright, it's me. So it seems your current situation isn't so hot right now. I might be amenable to taking you along when I leave, if I could pick your brain."
C: "Pick me up? You know that there is no way out of this ship. Also... Fathima, believe me, I don't want to. I see little point in living. Everything I tried to build is now in ruins. I am no one. I am human detritus'
F: "I don't know what else to say to that. Anyways, we don't have much time to talk. But I need you to decide now whether or not you want to come with me. Because if you don't - it's not safe for me to leave you able to inform on me."
He closed his eyes.
C: 'Fathima. Listen to me, before you say anything. It is important. I once knew an admiral. She was from Old Republic navy. Alderaani, like me. She did not like the New Order a bit... And I had to find a way to eliminate her. Force knows, if she knew what I had to do, and how bad I felt about killing someone that once saved my mother from death. And she told me, that I should know one thing. 'I've seen enough of young boys and girls in body bags thrown out of airlock. And I know, that when the time comes, I cannot flinch, I cannot doubt. Because if I do, there will be nothing, but more boys, and girls in bodybags'
F: "I've made that mistake too many times for me to stop now. And as for the enormity of our sins...only by surviving can we act to bring some balance to the impact of our actions."
C: 'I don't care for atonement, for I want none. I know who I killed, why I did, and given the chance, I'd the same. I never doubted if my actions were right.'
F: "I see. I guess we have nothing more to discuss."
C: "Wise as you will have become, so full of experience. You'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean. Yes, I think I found my Ithaka. Farewell Fathima.'
F: "I wish things were different. Farewell."
Then, with the ship was shaken by hit once more, lights faltered and explosions were heard. The shields were no more, and Canceron was defenceles.
C: "Will you help me quit this world? I want nothing more of it.'
Explosion. And explosion.
F: "Very well."
Fathima aimed for the vulnerable point in Colin's windpipe... He died as he lived - silently. She did her best to arrange his body to look as if he died naturally.
C: "Goodbye, Colin"
So then Fathima emerged from the cell, her mind once again focused on her surroundings, once again acted as if she belonged in these corridors.
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Graveyard / Re: MRS Morey - PBF
« on: December 05, 2009, 13:25 »
A weak, terrified voice broadcast from the speakers. "He..e..ello. Um...m.... I noticed you guys on the cameras....Would you, would you, pleeeeease come and save me? Please help! I'm stuck in the monitor room. I'm not sure who you are, but whatever you want from this place, I think I can help. I know a bit about the place, since I work here... Talk to me, please...I can hear what you say to the microphones in the PA system"
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Discussion / Re: Screenshots: ASCII and Graphics
« on: December 05, 2009, 11:26 »You enter Phobos Base, level 12. Twisted passages carry the smell of death...
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Travels Armor : blue armor [2/2] (85%)
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cautious Phobos Base Lev12
Good times! ™
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Graveyard / Re: Returns PBF - In Character
« on: December 04, 2009, 11:21 »
Fathima connected the rank cylinder to her datapad as she walked down the corridor, temporarily replacing its visual data with her own appearance. She now walked with the stiff gait typical of most Imperials, and her color-shifting outfit was now dull grey, bearing no insignia. The narrow, monotonous corridors reminded me of her last visit to the Imperial prison system, when she had broken a smuggler chief out of jail, allowing her to join his organization. But the smuggler never realized that the escape was staged. Soon after, Fathima had not only the smuggler, but his entire gang of glitterstim haulers all locked away.
Fathima forced her mind away from her memories and back to the task at hand. This time, the guards weren't on her side. She kept her eyes forwards as she walked past them...even as she started to feel a new presence in the Force. The presence seemed contained somehow, but despite this containment Fathima could sense its warmth and brightness, entirely unlike the cold Force presence she experienced when vader was around. Was there another Force user nearby? And what allowed this being's Force presence to be warm and bright, which was a truly new Force sensation to her?
'Action Stations! Actions Stations! All hands to action stations...'
Fathima almost flinched as alarms suddenly rang out through the ship; only her training allowed her to continue to walk smoothly. Guilty parties tended to react poorly to alarms, and she had to act if she belonged. Was this an opportunity...or a risk? The alarm would likely draw guards away her destination, but everyone she did meet would now be on high alert, especially when she tried to leave the area. She seriously considered turning back and walking away, but feeling the rank cylinder in her hand, she knew it would be a hard trick to repeat once it was discovered missing. So she continued deeper into the complex, further away from the wail of the alarms.
Meanwhile, Zal also moved through CellBlock B as inconspicuously as possible, staying close to Fathima, but not close enough to make it obvious. It focused its echolocators on tracking all bodies nearby; ready to signal to Fathima if anyone converged on her location.
Soon, Fathima stopped in front of cell 021, rank cylinder in hand. The moment of truth... She took a deep breath and focused her mind. Activating the cell door, she stepped inside. Putting a mixture of veiled menance and disdain in her voice, she spoke: "Colin Karr. I have some questions for you..."
Fathima forced her mind away from her memories and back to the task at hand. This time, the guards weren't on her side. She kept her eyes forwards as she walked past them...even as she started to feel a new presence in the Force. The presence seemed contained somehow, but despite this containment Fathima could sense its warmth and brightness, entirely unlike the cold Force presence she experienced when vader was around. Was there another Force user nearby? And what allowed this being's Force presence to be warm and bright, which was a truly new Force sensation to her?
'Action Stations! Actions Stations! All hands to action stations...'
Fathima almost flinched as alarms suddenly rang out through the ship; only her training allowed her to continue to walk smoothly. Guilty parties tended to react poorly to alarms, and she had to act if she belonged. Was this an opportunity...or a risk? The alarm would likely draw guards away her destination, but everyone she did meet would now be on high alert, especially when she tried to leave the area. She seriously considered turning back and walking away, but feeling the rank cylinder in her hand, she knew it would be a hard trick to repeat once it was discovered missing. So she continued deeper into the complex, further away from the wail of the alarms.
Meanwhile, Zal also moved through CellBlock B as inconspicuously as possible, staying close to Fathima, but not close enough to make it obvious. It focused its echolocators on tracking all bodies nearby; ready to signal to Fathima if anyone converged on her location.
Soon, Fathima stopped in front of cell 021, rank cylinder in hand. The moment of truth... She took a deep breath and focused her mind. Activating the cell door, she stepped inside. Putting a mixture of veiled menance and disdain in her voice, she spoke: "Colin Karr. I have some questions for you..."
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Discussion / Re: full playthrough on YouTube
« on: December 04, 2009, 07:23 »
Ah, good to hear from you. Was wondering who was behind the most popular DoomRL video on youtube. Since Kornel wants to expand his reach with DoomRL/chaosforge projects, we need more things like this.
How'd you manage to get linked by reddit?
How'd you manage to get linked by reddit?