Update for briefing (final)
F4wk35 wrote:
"SCAMPS, will we get any intel on the equipment the other platoon used?"
"No. That's classified and against protocol."
BFett wrote:
Scamps, if you still have any of the alien frequencies we picked up from my first mission please have them also transferred to Blake's computer.
"Consider it done."
Triggerhappy wrote:" Yes my friend, I am sure the brass will be glad when our squad, along with our experience with these orbs and our squad-mate here who can see through time dies. It seems a good price to pay for easing up a tenth of a percent of the workload off of SCAMPS. After all, we care so much about how stressed he is."
"Fukc you guys. See if I ever help you again."
Hema wrote:"SCAMPS? Was the Mimir scientist I brought back any help at all? If so, what sort of information was he able to provide?
"He was annoying as all hell. Didn't seem to care about his transfer, he was just upset that we shoved him in a mechanical body. At first I thought I understood how he felt, but then he started whining about his wife wouldn't like him like that... so I had our staff wipe his memories of her. He's fine now. He actually helped us develop some of our new weapons."
Triggerhappy wrote:
(( THIS IS TO EVERYONE SO LISTEN UP[/color] ))
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Comments?"
"Yes, actually. You're a dumb piece of shit. You'll fit in nicely.
outlander4 wrote:
Go find Clara, and speak to her, preferably out of Kalla's earshot.
"Clara, it was really sad to see you taken away. We all will miss your knowledge and your support...please be careful. Squad 3 is always there to help you if you need it, though. Don't hesitate to ask for help.
By the way, do you have any sound ideas about what we are dealing with on this mission?
"
You walk over to Clara. She's standing at the table in the center of the room, poring over one of the 3d holodisplays of your Area of Operations.
"Clara?" you ask softly, lightly tapping her on the shoulder.
She jumps and spins around to look at you, almost falling onto the table. "Foreigner!" she gasps. "Oh, you startled me."
You apologize. "It wasn't my intent. I was just going to say it was really sad to see you taken away. We all miss your knowledge and your support... please be careful." You offer her the protection and assistance of Squad 3 if she ever needs it, and say she shouldn't hesitate to ask for help."
She nods and smiles, though she seems very nervous and troubled. "Yes... thanks," she finally manages.
"By the way..." you add, giving her a thoughtful glance, "do you have any sound ideas about what we are dealing with on this mission?"
Clara shakes her head and brushes a few loose strands of hair away from her glasses. "No, I don't. I don't think there are nanobots though. I know that seems to be the popular theory, but... it just doesn't make sense! The ships crashed all at once - it's not like they degraded over time. Something knocked them out of the sky."
You nod thoughtfully and ponder the information.
Cha0zz wrote:SCAMPS, can you tell me something more about the atmosphere condition, temperature range and composition of the moon?
"Thick, cold, hard, in that order. If you want more info, try talking to someone that doesn't want you to burn slowly in hell. Or just someone that has that info."
Dinosawer wrote:I stroll to the armoury to do my purchases.
While there, I ask if it's possible to have my CASKET painted in red with yellow stripes ((like here but a casket ))
if it is (and is free), ask them to do it.
Then I stroll back to the briefing room.
The nice, helpful people in the
armory say that you're a moron (and it isn't even SCAMPS this time), but they say they'll have it painted with your selected
colors - and it'll be a sloppy job. There's only a few minutes before you launch, after all, and you're asking them to paint the whole thing.
F4wk35 wrote:"Hmm...SCAMPS, you guys surely make some scans of the CASKETS after each mission, do you? In case someone brings anomalous stuff home or something...Anyway, can you load the last scans of the wrecked CASKET down there onto our PDA? I'd like to scan the wrecks first in case something dangerous built a nest in there."
"We take them apart and reassemble them. There's always some half-brained dipshit asswipe that thinks he can turn his ship into a bomb. We have special places for that kind of people. We give them our own little version of hell." He says it pleasantly, and a little warmly. It's clear he likes the thought.
Cornflakes_91 wrote:"SCAMPS? Do you have some probes you can shoot down on the surface before we get down? Some unmanned recon with less wasted expensive CASKETs in it would get us some data we dont have yet.
And whatever shot the other team will already see us coming, so the probes wont warn them"
"Probes don't deal with warp travel very well. We already sent the probes down anyway. You're next. That's protocol. No negotiations just because you're pissing yourself. And you should be. I would be too. We're putting you outside the domes, though. You should be fine."
Cornflakes_91 wrote:
"Leave him be, he'll get himself killed on his own quick enough. Until then he'll be good enough for a distraction"
try the something vision for finding out what it does
You think for a moment and try looking about with whatever you saw back at the alien base, and on the Mimir science vessel. To your light surprise, it works: The briefing room fades slightly - you can still see it clearly, but it's as though you have a second visual input - but there's just one problem. All you see is the blackness of space. It looks strange, though, somehow.
outlander4 wrote:Look at Triggerhappy in a thinly veiled amusement.
"Morons."
"Nequeba, your personal info says you were hunting for artefacts...so, I want you to continue doing it. Identify and loot valuable items. Our survival depends on the amount of interesting stuff we can bring to Tartarus...that'd be all."
Go to the armoury, see if there's a girl with the ponytail, and smile at her. Else go to any other window. Ask to put my wakizashi in storage for now (if it's altogether possible) and issue me a shortened 70 cm katana, and get other items for my load-out - the COFFIN fighter, the Proton Beam, etc. ((just role-playing, it's all in the wiki, no need to write it out in any detail :V ))
Ask to make somebody spray-paint a name of the ship in small letters along the ship's nose (and by small, I mean small - visible from a metre or so): 'A Recurring Lapse In Judgement".
Kindly ask for the ration pack to contain a bottle of cheap whisky - or ANY alcohol for that matter - no, it's not for drinking, I swear!
Return to the Briefing room, and get something nice and not particularly heavy to eat. Have a nap. When called out to the mission, wish everyone good luck, and hug Clara if she feels like it.
((edited))
You ask for many things. You get them. Apparently Tartarus Inc. will let you spray-paint your ship if you ask for it - it seems to all be controlled by robotics and computers. They even say they'll slip a bottle of whiskey into your cockpit. Nice little addition there - though they do want you to note that alcohol has a tendency to negatively impact survival rates. ((not really, just RP))
Then you go back to the briefing room and become Francis.
"All right, time's up, shitsticks! This briefing is over. Get your asses to the hangar and don't try stopping by the armory on the way! If you're late, I'll let you get picked apart by nanobots just for my amusement. Don't try to hide, either, because I will find you. Dismissed."