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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#121
[IC]Frank[/IC]
SCAMPS wrote:
Tue Nov 20, 2018 4:41 pm
"Honestly, what surprises me most is that you believed any of it yourselves. I told you last briefing that Tartarus Inc's staff is comprised entirely of former inmates that completed their tour of duty - why the fukc would we send you out there for a critical mission instead of them? When it came down to it, you were no different than any other REKT recruits. ...Or, that's what the docs assumed, anyway.

"I fully expected most of you - if not all of you - to die," SCAMPS asserts in a dispassionate tone. "I really did. I gave the order not to station CASKETs as comm relays specifically so that no news of your inevitable demise would make it back...
Frank's expression melts away, his mind going back into a loop without comprehending the rest of SCAMPS' talk.
While the rest starts an argument amongst each other, Frank's posture deflates where he sits. Almost unnoticable because he was slumped in his chair anyway...

His mind goes back to before they entered the grav-plant. That one time where he seriously thought about just leaving. Just wandering off, hopefully getting arrested, trying to negotiate survival for himself at least...

All useless, all we did was useless. For the crew it would've been enough for us to fly out and never come back...they'd be here anyway already...Was the plan for Anabais' squad the same...?
In the end it wouldn't have made a difference if I ran. If only I ran away...even surviving here...was it...worth it? Just to be thrown away next time? Is there a way out...? Running...?
Apparently, sometimes stuff might happen.
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#122
SCAMPS wrote:
Tue Nov 20, 2018 4:41 pm

SCAMPS pauses again and goes on, "Gonna be clear here - the docs knew your brain scans were normal. Our top engineers understood that even if you got the stellaplex from the colony, there was no way they could get it hooked up in time for us to get out of here. We swore them to secrecy and spread the news to the rest of the crew, all the way up to the acting captain - a mythlike tale of inmates kept alive for hundreds of years with impossible technology, possessing the combat experience of the most seasoned of generals. What do you think that did for morale? Sending you out gave the crew the boost they needed to finish up with the basic repairs in record time, sparing our top guys for work on the artigrav fields. In short, it worked.

"Honestly, what surprises me most is that you believed any of it yourselves. I told you last briefing that Tartarus Inc's staff is comprised entirely of former inmates that completed their tour of duty - why the fukc would we send you out there for a critical mission instead of them? When it came down to it, you were no different than any other REKT recruits. ...Or, that's what the docs assumed, anyway.

"I fully expected most of you - if not all of you - to die," SCAMPS asserts in a dispassionate tone. "I really did. I gave the order not to station CASKETs as comm relays specifically so that no news of your inevitable demise would make it back, but somehow you managed to bring home 9 of 13, or about 70% of everyone we sent in. I would applaud you, but half of you don't even deserve it! And that finally brings me to reprimanding Beta." His voice takes on the slightest note of satisfaction as he says this last.
"You. Are. Shitting. Me.

So all we were useful for was boosting the fukcing morale of the crew enough to get this rustbucket into orbit? Why would we even boost their morale if it was rock bottom?

And you seriously expected us to die when we had, as you said, 'the combat experience of the most seasoned of generals?' Was that not good enough for you? And you think we would die? The fukc‽"
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#123
Update time, yay!
((To be perfectly clear: I, Tal (and GM tal) am NOT mad at you guys in ANY way! It's just SCAMPS being a pissed-off asshole. You guys are great and I love you all.))

Okay, dipshits, cool it! It seems a few of you are lacking basic comprehension of Galactic Standard, so let me try to make this clearer, using the simplest monosyllabic words I can bear lowering myself to using.

Ship crashed. Crew sad. Sad crew won't work. SCAMPS wants sad crew to shut the fukc up and do their jobs. Crew says, "No SCAMPS! We can't go to space! That's too hard now! In fact, we should tell you to get lost, and make our own rules!" See, crew was right that it was hard, but they were also fukcing retarded assholes, so SCAMPS used brain-think to make them cram it. SCAMPS says, "Look, look! I found these myth dudes! They will bring new go-to-space parts, and we will go to space today!" -- By the way, myth dudes being dudes is a myth. They, too, are fukcing retarded assholes (as we see here). Then Captain Stupid says, "But SCAMPS, just tell them the myth retards will protect the ship!" Captain Stupid did not fukcing realize that to say that would not fix the crew knowing that going to space was the hard part. So SCAMPS ignored him. Fukcing retard. Crew heard what SCAMPS said and got to work. The much-smart guys were left alone and no one bugged them while they worked on the go-to-space parts. The crew got it all done, just in time, and it was all right on fukcing schedule. Now we are in space.

Is that clear enough for you? Do you need me to put it in a picture book? The stellaplex you got us is going to sell BIG on the Fuhodo black market. Do you have any idea how much hi-plat we'll be able to get off of that chunk of AM-25? Any idea at all? I'll answer it for you. It's worth at least 300, which, as far as I'm concerned, would've been worth your complete extermination many times over. The repairs we can actually accomplish using that money will actually start us on the path towards getting home. And just so it's absolutely clear, for future reference, my order of prioritization on crew safety goes as follows - or, actually, let me stick it up on the screen in front of you. Give me just a second, and....... there it is.



SCAMPS' PERSONAL PRIORITIZATION OF DIRECTIVES
• 1: Keep the ship intact and flying under Tartarus Inc.
• 2: Collection of science, new materials, and research
• 3: The safety and/or livelihood of individual crewmen

If that's not clear enough for you, I am out of ideas of how to get it through your skulls, and I'm offering a 250 cred reward to anyone that can manage.

Priority #1 keeps us flying. Priority #2 gives us money and makes sure that Tartarus Inc. stays happy with us. We get paid and get to live another year, everyone's happy, yada yada. And speaking of #2, Beta, it's finally time for me to reprimand you! I'm dimming the lights - this is going to be great stress relief. You ready? I'm ready.

"To begin, I'll explain a little of what Beta discovered," SCAMPS says, in an almost showman-like manner. Above the center of the conference table, a hologram of the nacelle and the surrounding terrain appears, and footage from Saoirse's helmet cam plays on the screen at the side of the room (replacing SCAMPS' directive prioritization). It shows her walking through its vast shadow, approaching a torn, twisted entrance to the nacelle's interior, where hastily-constructed ramps serve as a walkway up into its depths. She turns around for a moment to look at Bob, who is walking along behind her. "We might as well go in and take a look around. You coming, Bob-boss?" Saoirse asks in the recording, her voice quiet compared to that of SCAMPS, who soon continues.

"Approximately 28 minutes into the mission, Beta discovered an anomaly within the nacelle - one of only a few biological anomalies we've discovered to date," SCAMPS explains, as Saoirse tracks her way cautiously through the debris. "And no, they're not the first, but they're close enough. In my biocoded memory cells I have partial records of another set of bioanomalies discovered by one of the Tartarus-based platoons, and that was as recent as this February, only six months ago. Those cells were supplied three months ago. This sort of event is the kind of thing that drives us - us being Tartarus Incorporated. And... there it is," he finishes pointedly, as Saoirse rounds the corner in the recording. A hiltorel podlight flips on in the center of a large, almost pitch-black chamber, revealing a well-groomed man in what appears to be some form of casual dress wear. He wears no discernible helmet, but the lack of oxygen doesn't seem to bother him. There is something about him that seems to be slightly "off" in a way that dips almost imperceptibly into the uncanny valley.

At normal volume, the recording continues; the man speaks in a stiff, well-articulated Galactic Standard: "Hmm... you arrived twenty-three-point-two seconds earlier than I expected." A faintly audible clicking noise is heard. "Most curious..." Then, louder, he addresses both inmates clearly - primarily focusing on Saoirse. "Greetings. Your ship has crashed, and you are here. Nothing happens without a reason, but in this case I find them anomalies. It is unusual that two such anomalies would occur in such close proximity - and to such effect. It raises... questions. When the rest of your unit arrives, we shall begin, Saoirse, but in the intervening time, perhaps you'd like to address the dullard's predicament. He is suffering from acute nyctophobia." He glances up calmly, seeming mildly curious about their reactions to this statement.

Saoirse's helmet cam pans back to Bob, who looks quite panicked in the darkness.

"The anomaly persisted for eight minutes before vanishing," SCAMPS continues, as the camera cuts to another segment where most of Beta is standing silently in the nacelle. The "anomaly" is toying with some sort of shiny metallic bauble in his hands. "During this time, not one of you assholes asked any useful questions of it, nor did you undertake any sort of experiment to understand who or what it was. Saoirse gets points for doing an immediate residue scan, which is part of why she got more creds than the rest of you, but apart from that, none of you did anything."

"I gather now... someone betrayed your ship," the figure states, as one of the inmates' cams turns back towards him. "Someone that is themselves an anomaly... one far easier to understand. Extrapolating... I have my explanation for this anomaly, and the others. An aberrant explanation, to be sure... but I can still utilize it, and you. In any case, the observation has terminated." And the figure comes apart and disappears.

"Normally, a lack of initiative like this would be more than enough for me to be pissed the fukc off, but you failed abortions just kept going!! It wasn't enough to just stand silently like a bunch of newbs until the anomaly disappeared - nooooo - you dipshits had to one-up everyone! You completely ignored the device it left behind - a device that was apparently capable of powerful instantaneous environmental manipulation, utilizing (may I stress) hitherto unheard-of technology - along with gods know what else -- Oh, and do you want to know what happened to that device, after you retards up and left it? No? I'll show you."

The video feed from Beta cuts out, replaced with an image of a shattered array of fragments on a laboratory table, clearly beyond any hope of repair. "When the nacelle shifted while we were bringing it up, it got crushed between the various crates sliding around the chamber. We still can't find most of the parts, but what we did find shows it to be incredibly advanced technology - circuitboards within circuitboards, plugs and chips extending into their own bubbleverses - this is the kind of shit you see in science fiction movies, and you retards just left it there! For gods' sakes, you morons, that puts you a cut well below any of the other greenies I wish their mothers had swallowed. Usually they scoop up everything they see: 'Ooh, I'll get more credits, yay! La la la la la!' But you meatsacks apparently can't put two and two together!

"We are REKT! Requisited Knowledge Troops! We acquire knowledge and tech! That's our job! It's quite simple."


There's a pause for several seconds; complete silence reigns in the room.

"Huh. I actually feel a bit better after that," SCAMPS remarks idly. "Not much, but a bit. Now, moving on - do you shits have anything you want to add or apologize for, or should we move on to the next point of the debrief?"

((List of turns related to the "biological anomaly", in case anyone wants to do further reading:))
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#127
Talvieno wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 2:34 pm


Is that clear enough for you? Do you need me to put it in a picture book? The stellaplex you got us is going to sell BIG on the Fuhodo black market. Do you have any idea how much hi-plat we'll be able to get off of that chunk of AM-25? Any idea at all? I'll answer it for you. It's worth at least 300, which, as far as I'm concerned, would've been worth your complete extermination many times over.
Listen to it intently.
Smile a happy smile of a man who just found his true calling.
Listen impatiently till the very end of the speech.


"So...are we... are we space pirates now? Raidin' the settlements...plunderin' them for booty, to return to port and sell it for gold? Are we livin' the lives of adventure and robbery on the High Seas?"

Make a dramatic pause.

"Arrr! Methinks the Lord, in His infinite wisdom, hath driven me to the right place after all."

Make another pause. Speak with all the passion and charisma I can muster:

SCAMPS, Esteemed Commander, you have not treated us fairly. I can clearly see where your priorities were, but how can you expect us to trust you again after a ninja-spin like the one you did? There's nothing that saddens me more than a captain losing the trust of his crew. You might not think of us too highly, but you still needed us to survive. And you'll have to rely on us for future raids. A little bit more honesty, and clarity, would go a long way towards mending this crew.

I've talked to people around the ship. They were scared, frightened. Their hopes were dashed and broken. Now, they truly believe that we'll get out of it. That we'll survive. No matter the shortcomings, we've achieved our primary mission of recovering the nacelle, and raiding the Hiltorei settlement (may the Lord have mercy on their souls!).

Nobody knew the Anomalous Entity would manifest itself. We were not prepared for it. Nobody is. Playing with a being of such power....is dangerous. Playing with its toys is above our meagre intelligence. We erred on the side of caution here. I have nothing more to say. Do we have anything to drink here?


Rummage around, searching for alcohol. If found, share it with the crew. If there isn't any, sigh and sit in the corner, tired and bored.
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#128
outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:06 pm
Do we have anything to drink here?

Rummage around, searching for alcohol. If found, share it with the crew. If there isn't any, sigh and sit in the corner, tired and bored.
((Because of the potential for hilarity: Rolled 1d6, got a 4. You have found a bottle of <alcohol of your choice> with just a little left in it - enough to drink, but there not be any left for your teammates. It was in the side pocket on your chair.))
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#129
Talvieno wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:11 pm
((Because of the potential for hilarity: Rolled 1d6, got a 4. You have found a bottle of <alcohol of your choice> with just a little left in it - enough to drink, but there not be any left for your teammates. It was in the side pocket on your chair.))
I start rummaging around, and to my great surprise, find an almost-empty bottle of rum in the side pocket of the chair I was sitting in.
Squint at how little there's left.


"Ahoy, mateys! Not enough here for all of us, so it's first came, first served, I'm afraid. Yer health, ye scurvy dogs! Let the booty be plentiful, and our captain kind and generous!"

Drink what's left of the rum.
Smash the bottle against the wall.
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

#131
Frank's attention was returned to the debrief at the sound of SCAMPS being angrier than usual.
He couldn't help but whince as beta got chewed out, it just wasn't fair...
outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:06 pm
"So...are we... are we space pirates now? Raidin' the settlements...plunderin' them for booty, to return to port and sell it for gold? Are we livin' the lives of adventure and robbery on the High Seas?"

Make a dramatic pause.

"Arrr! Methinks the Lord, in His infinite wisdom, hath driven me to the right place after all!
He listened up at the excited voice of the eyepatch-ed guy.
It wasn't quite dread...but he had encountered people like that before.

Can't be, right? Why is one of those crazies here?!?
outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:16 pm
"Ahoy, mateys!"
He is....

Slowly raise a hand in a silent, resignated facepalm
Apparently, sometimes stuff might happen.
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

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outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:16 pm
I start rummaging around, and to my great surprise, find an almost-empty bottle of rum in the side pocket of the chair I was sitting in.
Squirt at how little there's left.
Stare at Ishmael wide-eyed and surprised out of my mind, exclaim loudly:

"The hell!?"
outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:16 pm
"Ahoy, mateys! Not enough here for all of us, so it's first came, first served, I'm afraid. Yer health, ye scurvy dogs! Let the booty be plentiful, and our captain kind and generous!"
Flip my chair as fast as I can and look desperately for another bottle beneath it. After that fails, look back up at Ishmael, who is just finishing the bottle and shout:

"Wait! We can -"
outlander wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:16 pm
Smash the bottle against the wall.
Go into complete shock, stare at the broken bottle, say emotionlessly after a 3-second pause
"....share."

Glare at Ishmael with a fury in my eyes for a few moments of awkward pause, then completely deflate and go to pick up my chair and to sit back on it, muttering:

"Fukc this ship."

as I take a seat
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Re: REKT: The Conference Room

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Hapchazzard wrote:
Thu Nov 22, 2018 3:27 pm

Stare at Ishmael wide-eyed and surprised out of my mind, exclaim loudly:

"The hell!?"


Flip my chair as fast as I can and look desperately for another bottle beneath it. After that fails, look back up at Ishmael, who is just finishing the bottle and shout:

"Wait! We can -"

Go into complete shock, stare at the broken bottle, say emotionlessly after a 3-second pause
"....share."

Glare at Ishmael with a fury in my eyes for a few moments of awkward pause, then completely deflate and go to pick up my chair and to sit back on it, muttering:

"Fukc this ship."

as I take a seat
"Siddown, Buck. I've been dry since I got shipped here, you can handle that.

Though I do think Ishmael should have shared too. I thought you were a religious man, sir."
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