THE STATION

Aug 30, 2024 4:56 pm
Hello, my name is Adam and I am dead. I was murdered. Or at least I hope I was. But I need someone to
prove it.

Last night they found my headless body next to the gelatinous food processing machine, but the company is pinning it on me. Negligence. Full liability. My wife and kid will be paying down my debts until the day they die.

They dropped the last backup of my consciousness in this second-rate android shell. I’ve got a couple months if I’m lucky. But I’m usually not.

If you can help me I've got 5kcr sitting in escrow with the Public Teamsters' Union. You get it when you arrive. You'll get another 5kcr if you figure out what really happened.


You got the message two days ago. It originated from Persei 19, a small mining station on an out-of-the-way moon. Before you agreed to take the job, you did some digging. Most people you talked to were surprised to hear that the station was still operational. The tech on the station seems to be obsolete if what you hear is correct. That's just the way it is on these corporate stations. The setup is simple. Miners mine as much or as little as they want. What they find, they bring for refinement and get paid for it. Not enough to get off-station, but enough to keep them happy-ish and working in hopes of that one big payout.

You dock in five. Get your gear together.
OOC:
This is open freeform gear. Note what you have. Be specific. No undescribed multi-tools, no universal solvents, etc. Bring only what you can carry.
Sep 1, 2024 9:09 am
Seth peered into the terminal mounted on the chest of his R-Grade "RIG", it was commonly called a "Hammerhead" due to its onboard hard light tool which resembled the shark. Seth had put it on after leaving food and water for Theodore.

He had spent the voyage training the cat how to use the toilet. And with the automated water dispenser and quality of the protein tabs he had broken apart, he was confident the feline would be fine for a couple days. He had learned much about the care for felines in the few months since he had escaped.

"How peculiar." Seth wondered aloud mostly for his colleauges to hear. Some subroutine recognizing that he stood out and defenses in his personality matrix attempting to assuage suspicion by remarking on something that could be misconstrued as emotion. "Sympathy." He realized how different, for the first time, he had become since joining the crew.

These thoughts as he began a brute force hack into the stations subnet. He almost felt a pang of remorse as his bleeding edge corporate tech attacked the comparatively ancient technology it found itself in. It brought a curious grin to his face, luckily that was obscured behind the RIG's helmet. He never went anywhere without his RIG. It was the hardest proof he could present that he was indeed a Kappa Class Aneutronic Fusion Specialist. He had to keep that lie straight. His continued survival depended on it.

It was a pleasure to wear, the suit hugged the body, using gallium and magnets to give the wearer haptic feedback, it even could project heat and cold within limits. But the best part was the safety it afforded. It was worthless against ballistics, but directed energy weapons would find little use against it. It was almost completely invulnerable to fire, and cold. Corrosive elements would find little reactive materials on the "skin" as well.

But apart from that, it boasted an industrial grade thermite lancet projector. The "Hammer Head" that gave the R-Grade rig its monicker. It was designed to rivet composite or ferric plates into a vessels superstructure. They say you could know a professional by his tools. It had other diagnostic functions, but the R-Grade techs who designed the Hammer Head reasoned that any other tool could be obtained on site.

The terminal bleeped and Seth saw a notification from his Credit Union that funds had been transferred. He looked over to see two others, Bob he recognized, the other guy he did not. "Good to see you Bob." He called out and made a beeline for the new arrival. "Greetings. I am Seth, Kappa Class Aneutronic Fusion Specialist." Seth had a particular way he moved, even in the Powersuit it was graceful, almost too precise for the 50kg of mass it added. And the way he spoke. It wasn't cold but flat, nothing excited Seth. As he approached the radium blue glow of the lighting in his powersuit lit up the air around him. The peculiar stride that he moved with making almost no sound as he approached.
Last edited September 2, 2024 2:58 am

Rolls

Computer Security - (2d10+4, RA)

(1014) + 4 = 19

Sep 1, 2024 2:18 pm
OOC:
Going to take some liberties with the characters' connection here if that's ok
Bob gets up from the chair he has been reading from his tablet about the mining operation on Persei 19. He did not fail to notice the fact that barely anyone expected the station to still be functioning. After getting the message from Adam, he quickly applied for a job at the station. His knowledge of geology and xeno-habitats was an easy sell. For what job it's a bit less clear. At least they are in.

Business has been slow, and they really needed this money, or they'd lose their ship and be stranded on some forsaken backwater station in the middle of the system. The bills were already far into the grace period...

Bob gets his oxygen suit. The atmosphere should be tolerable, but given how out of date everything seems to be, things can get really dangerous, really quickly. And maybe he should take his pocket gun. Miners are a rough type.

"Hey Seth, not taking little furball here with you?" Bob replies to Seth's greetings. The man doesn't talk much, but they have been together since Bob escaped the corporation, and he is good with the ship's systems. A reminder pops up on the screen. The list of chemical tests that might be useful for whatever job they will find. Though their real job will probably depend more on the new crew member. Decapitated corpses next to the processing machine sounds more like engineering to Bob.

He turns to "The Mechanic" and tries to make a joke, though it comes out in his most monotonic tone."Ready to experience some horror? For all we know, those machines have never seen a drop of oil"
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The mission is not very clear, so I'm taking just casual equipment. I think that makes the most sense in character. Bob would assume we can get back to the ship if we need more specialized stuff: so space suit, gun and some science things to check rocks (I guess it will contain acids and other things can be improvised).
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Sep 2, 2024 2:53 am
"Oh you must mean Theodore." That flat informative tone that Seth had made it the most boring sounding statement ever uttured. "I surmise that a murder investigation is unsuitable for a feline companion. Therefore, I have trained Theodore to use my toilet. She likes to eat the spiders in my vessel there are, several thousand of them, and so she will not starve. She knows how to use the sink as well. Sometimes she luxuriates by turning the water on hot. I find this behavior, suitable. She is quite a talented feline." It was just like Seth to carry on about his cat. He may have been a brilliantly talented general physicist, but he was hardly human.

Seth quickly sought root user access following his initial hack. He injected some custom software, a rudimentary self learning program. Something to make his stay more pleasant. Like Seth, it sought out credibility. It lied perfectly, concealing itself between the runtimes. A cluster of related programs, analyzing, and then constructing. It was like a spore, slowly spreading, becoming alike, glomus.

Like the fungus it was named after its moves were patient. Insidious. He was in and in minutes he would be very difficult to remove, let alone detect. Seth had no reason to enslave the station, it wasn't done out of malice either. It was just something to utilize, his instincts told him to conquer it. So he did. Building the platform of his power. He had based the infestation on his observation of mycellium. The Glomus forming inside this ancient space station - in Seth's eyes a necessary upgrade.
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Ah yes! I think Seth's primary ambition is to acquire enough resources to give his cat the ability to speak.

Also Glomus is a fungus that renders agricultural soil fertile. Its really cool stuff!

The way I see it, Seth is not infesting, he is tilling the decrepit machine. And in the process allowing new opportunities for growth.
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Sep 3, 2024 10:10 am
"You're probably right" Bob assents, not paying much attention to the subject, as he moves past the other crew members to search for his lab equipment. Once he finds some useful chemicals and starts packing them in a safe suitcase, he shouts back "Have you considered a more diverse diet for her? Not sure spiders are the most nutritious."
Sep 4, 2024 4:56 am
THUNK

The docking procedure is complete. There's a hiss of air as the atmospheres balance out, and you get a whiff of... pungency. That's as far as your senses are willing to take that.

As the hatch slowly lifts open, the first thing you see is an old, faded poster that has clearly been hanging there a while. Maybe longer than you've been around. You see marked clearly the shuttle bay where you've just come in, which appears to be in the middle of the admin area.
OOC:
We had a bit of a morph here as it seems that you want to investigate undercover. This is fine, but the original scenario called for a public investigation, so I will try to morph the scenario along with you. If I cannot, I'll call out what's changed and why so you can fit it into your investigation. I hope that won't be necessary, just don't know for sure.
You'll have to report to the admin admin office to sign a few papers (and sign away a few rights, probably) before you can be given quarters. It takes a moment before you realize that each section has a QL code that you can type into a handheld device to see a map of each individual area. You can, that is, if you brought one.

https://i.imgur.com/VKpLAzY.jpeg
Sep 4, 2024 6:28 am
Heron woke up and crawled out of his cot, he had set up close to the reactor of the ship. Not the safest of places nor the spacious one, but he liked feeling the vibrations of the ship's machines and he always felt more protected while in cramped spaces. He wore his clothes and his RIG on top of them.

The mechanics' RIG was more like a light exoskeleton rather than a full enclosed RIG, designed to go over any type of clothing or even an EVA suit. Overlapping brass coloured alloy plates that slide into each other, provide basic protection against radiation and physical hazards in an engineering bay. It mostly covers his chest, abdomen, arms and legs, like a knight's armour from stories of old Earth. The RIG comes with a helmet that is a mix between a welder's helmet and a pilot's helmet, providing a HUD with usefull data about the machine that you are working on it. Or it is suppossed to work like this, since Heron bought the thing second hand and has upgraded so much till then.

He grabs his bag that has some basic tools, a multitool and before exiting his cabin he stops and grabs a small pistol from deep inside his locker. "You never know..." he tells to himself as he holds the old pistol in his hand. He arrives to the ship's exit bay and greets the other crewmembers. Heron is a softspoken and spartan with words, he prefers machines from people. "Are we ready?"
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Sep 4, 2024 7:19 am
"Two doctors and a chief engineer walk into a space station..."

Seth didn't know the rest of the joke.

"I bet 500cr that there's something badly wrong with the reactor here." Seth pointed to the rusted conduits. The background radiation read out 40msv, not a concern, but a significant increase. He shared the datapoint on the mission log, requesting sign off by his partners.
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Sep 4, 2024 9:57 am
Bob signs off the request. He signs off most of Seth's requests. Mostly because he knows no one will care to read them and, anyway, maybe this sort of information could be useful later. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." Having seen how Seth likes to infiltrate all systems, Bob abstains from the bet as he already lost enough to the other crew-member. He looks at the map in front of them and traces it mindlessly with his finger. "I guess the admin office is just next door. We can't really miss it now, can we?"
Sep 10, 2024 7:37 pm
The admin office is indeed just next door. Right past the security checkpoint. The guard - who looks bored out of his mind and possibly also high on something at the same time - doesn't bother getting up or even looking over at you. He just sits there staring at his screen and jerks his thumb at the hole on the other side of the hallway. The sign there is perfectly obvious for anyone who reads Corporate Icono.

https://i.imgur.com/KTEQd8O.png
[ +- ] Admin Level (Partial)
[ +- ] If you don't know Icono and can't figure it out from the map...
Sep 10, 2024 7:59 pm
"Ooofff..." scoffs Heron. Checkpoints are his least favourite thing. After cold coffee.
Sep 10, 2024 8:36 pm
Seth steps up to the scanner and retrieves his badge, Aneutronic Fusion Specialist Kappa Class, it also had a bar passively monitoring his rad count. It was cyan indicating conditions were optimal. He hands it to the guard and steps through the scanner.
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Sep 11, 2024 8:29 am
If the guard is not going to guard, then Bob is not going to bobther. Since guns are usually not allowed in these places, Bob tries to sneak them in while the others scan their equipment.
OOC:
I'm going to do a roll just to try it out. Let's discreetly use SITUATIONAL AWARENESS to figure out a way to smuggle my things inside without scanning them.
I might be too forcefully and get the guard's attention or not precise enough that I set up the alarm.
Would the guard being distracted be an advantage?

OOC:
I guess that's 6+4+2 which is a Mixed result?
Last edited September 11, 2024 8:32 am

Rolls

SEC - (3d6+2)

(641) + 2 = 13

Sep 12, 2024 1:41 pm
OOC:
@CESN - Don't censor your puns!

Yes, the guard being distracted would be an advantage, so that's another die. Also, you roll d10s. So 4d10.
Sep 12, 2024 3:03 pm
OOC:
Right! Updated my character sheet as the rolls were wrong xD Also testing the advantage number on it.

PS: 7+4+2 = still mixed result
Last edited September 12, 2024 3:04 pm

Rolls

SEC - (4d10+2)

(1714) + 2 = 15

Sep 12, 2024 5:20 pm
OOC:
Ones implode, so this could be considerably worse. I'll go ahead and roll your implosions to keep us moving.

So you've got 7, 7, 7, 4, best two are 7 and 7 so 14, and then... you subtract 30 for the three ones. So -16.

Fortunately for you, although this is a disaster, it's so early on that there's not really any stakes yet other than your trying to clandestinely hide your investigation.SO that'll be the cost here.
The guards eyes snap up as Bob tries to skip sending his gun though. Belying his size, he's up and on you with a speed that doesn't give you time to react, and he grabs the gun from you. "This ain't allowed here. And workers wouldn't have this? Who are you anyway? What're you doing here?"

He's not going to let any of you go anywhere until this is explained. It's clear you'll have to come clean - at least partially - about why you're here.
OOC:
There's maybe still a little wiggle room here, if you can figure out some wiggling to do.

Rolls

2 implosions - (2d10)

(61) = 7

1 implosion - (1d10)

(7) = 7

Sep 13, 2024 11:59 am
OOC:
just want to try a roll: universe implodes 😅
Bob looks as surprised by how quickly the guard grabs his gun as he would if he saw a positive balance on his account!

Did he say workers don't have these? Damn it!

"Oh right. We are here to... We were hired to check the facilities. Related to that incident with the food processing machine. You heard about that, right?"
Bob turns to show the others. "Here's Heron. Specialist in machinery. And Seth. Computer expert. " He points at the gun and adds, trying to sound as professional as he can, "Self defense. These investigations tend to get heated"

"You can check with the Teamsters' Union. They sent the message" After a moment of pause, Bob remembers to mention the union, though hopefully, he doesn't check.
Sep 19, 2024 3:24 am
The guard slowly hands you back your weapon. "I'll let you keep ahold of it... for now. You're going to need to meet with the administrator, though if you're here to investigate something. Outside investigators are allowed, but there's certain waivers you'll have to sign. Just stay here for a moment while I ring Chief Quinton. She'll be the one to handle you."

He moves back to his desk with a wary eye on you. There, he picks up a heavy orange phone from the desk and punches a series of three buttons. He waits a moment for an answer, and then, "Yeah. Badge number 328. We've got some external investigators here.... Not sure what they're looking into... Okay. Hang on."

He sets the phone down with the line still open. "What are you investigating, exactly? Corplaw says we have to make sure you're given all necessary clearances, so, you know. We kinda have to know. We don't interfere, though." What he says is true enough. They do have to know so that they can give you the assistance they're supposed to give you. And they don't ever interfere, of course. The fact that so many investigations get no cooperation from individuals who live on stations like this has nothing to do with the corps. They certainly don't control what people do in their personal lives on their spare time....
Sep 20, 2024 1:52 pm
"Well, the incident with the food processing machine. You know, headless body and all that." Bob mentions the incident again, a bit annoyed that he has to put up with the guard. "A dutiful and vigilant security officer like yourself must have heard something about it, no?"

Bob hopes that praising the guard would get them some information or, if nothing else, diffuse a bit the tension. "Not sure where the investigation will take us. The Union just wants to be sure this was the miner's negligence. So we'll need to visit them. And the food processing facilities, of course. I would like to check the medical records and maybe have a little chat with some of the workers around here? Ah! Do you have some sort of conscience backup system? That could be useful as well, in case we need to check with other similar victims"

As Bob puts away his gun he turns to the others. "Anything else I forgot?"
Sep 23, 2024 7:43 am
Heron leaves a sigh of relief. He has his pistol on him after all. He nods to Bob that he said everything.
Sep 27, 2024 9:40 pm
After the guard is satisfied that everything is as it should be, he leads you down the hallway to the large circular room in the middle of the level. Slightly curved glass doors swoosh open to admit you.

Another set of glass doors open to the side and a three people step through. The first is outfitted in that vaguely militaristic way of all corporate security chiefs. The second is wearing an expensive-looking dark grey tight-suit with a neon yellow tie and silver cufflinks. His shoes cost more than your ship. The third is an obsolete, rusting android. It's wearing a shirt in an attempt to look somewhat human, but it only makes it look further out of place.

The doors close behind you.

The others cross the mostly empty room and take their seats at a small table in the middle of the room. The table is dwarfed by the expanse of light brown carpet between it and the wood-panelled walls. A small manila folder waits in front of each of the three remaining empty chairs. If you wait too long, the security chief will beckon you to take your seats.
OOC:
Heron, if you're still trying to get your gun past, you're going to need a roll too, with a disadvantage now that the guard doesn't trust you guys. Otherwise, you'll need to surrender it. You might be able to get it back later, but new arrivals are really NOT supposed to have weapons, apparently, based on how the guard is acting.

Not going to take more time out to handle that, just roll if you want to try to hide it so we'll know if you manage it or not.
In each folder, when you're seated and open them, is a one-page agenda.

https://i.imgur.com/h7Llpgo.png

The security chief begins speaking. "If there's no objections, I'd like to get through this quickly. Please read through the agenda, and let me know if you have any questions. If not, we'll get this meeting underway."
Sep 28, 2024 5:48 pm
Bob waits for the chief security to show him the seats. He reads quickly through the agenda and looks at the three persons in front of him. "Well, I guess we will discuss each point in more detail individually" he clears his throat "it looks good to me. Only thing else that would like to know if you have conscience backups that could be considered evidence and how secured has the crime scene been kept?"
Sep 30, 2024 4:09 pm
"Those will be considered in..." The chief looks down at the agenda in front of her. "... in section six, primarily. Since there's no other questions..." She reaches forward and presses a button, and a section of the wall behind him opens, revealing a tape deck. The deck spools up and she begins the meeting in a sort of monotone song-song voice that you've long come to associate with corp-types going through motions that they are utterly bored with.

"This is Security Chief and Marshall Karen Quinton, recording the agenda for Incident Number Seven Two Nine dash four seven five oh oh one, the matter of Adam Hall, requested by the decedent, said Adam Hall and his union lawyer. The reason for this meeting is to temporarily hand over the investigation into the decedent's death to his selected investigators as outlined in Section Four."

"Continuing, Section One of the agenda, approval of said agenda, was completed prior to recording. Section Two... The parties agree that the investigators, the previously-named non-station members will have thirty-six hours to investigate the matter at hand. They will be given complimentary access to the communal cafeteria and rooming in Union Hall. In thirty-six hours or less, their final report must be notarized by any union representative. This is to be undertaken for consideration of five thousand corporation credits at the end of this meeting, and ten thousand more at the end of the thirty-six hours if a report is filed that removes assumed liability from the decedent. Acceptance of this payment is acceptance of all terms given during this portion of the meeting.

"Section Three... The investigating parties will be deputized and receive a Marshall security card that will give them all rights as a deputy marshall including and limited to all door access on station and authority to question potential witnesses. This access can and will be audited to prevent misuse.

"Section Four is open for any questions you may have about the agreement terms. If you have no questions, simply state your name and say, 'I consent'. If you do have questions, please ask and I will answer them if the answers are not covered in later sections. As a reminder, consent is mandatory to continue the process."
Oct 1, 2024 7:12 am
OOC:
Is section 4 missing from the agenda? 😆
"which areas are off-limits to the marshal? Probably better to review those before moving"


Bob says a bit annoyed with all the paperwork he has to go through these day just to survive through another (broke) day
Oct 3, 2024 3:04 am
"Motion Five is the logical course. Eliminating the stress of time constraints will make our other approaches more likely to succeed, no?"
Oct 11, 2024 9:11 pm
OOC:
Crap keeps happening. Hopefully everyone will be well by next week and just as hopefully, I don't get sick while taking care of them. Wish me luck.

Section four is not in writing because it's the Q&A.
The station chief peers at Seth. It is not a nice stare. "We'll get to the details of evidence and such after we have your agreement to terms logged. As far as which areas are off limits, since you'll be temporary provisional Marshalls, there is no off-limits areas. However..." and here she pauses to look you all over again. "Your access is audited. That's for your safety as well as everyone else's. If say, someone reports items stolen, and we can prove you were on a different deck, then we can easily clear you. And on counterpoint, we can just as easily prove you were there, if you were. Does that clear that up?"
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If, so, and there's no other questions, can we take agreement to terms as read?
Oct 14, 2024 9:02 am
OOC:
No worries. I hope everyone gets well soon
"Sounds reasonable to me" Bob agrees, now wondering how often things do get stolen in this place. With so many people locking inside a rock, emotions run high, so probably not often or at least, not often without someone's life being on the line...
Oct 14, 2024 9:35 am
"'I consent.' I would like to be paid now." Seth emphasized not picking up on the subtle body language, instead of being silent he just continued in his monotonous way. "The terms of my employment promised five thousand credits, now." He stated as a matter of fact. Tersely, unphased and uncaring by the ruthless stare being levelled at him. This was an authority figure, but she was not his. His empathy subroutines did search for a response, but he just couldn't bring himself to care for the reason she acted.

He did file the facial expression within his prefrontal cortex, it would be useful. It said that she was no person to trifle with, immediately finding it suitable to represent his own selfesteem.

He returned the expression, perfectly mimicking the Security Chief's expression. Just to try it out. Leaning forward in his chair. The light hitting the shroud of his Gear perfectly, it stopped reflecting light and instead allowed everyone to see Seth's face clearly. Only a blue filter tinted him an almost silvery blue hue. Like a vampire from the Old Earth horror culture.
Last edited October 14, 2024 9:50 am

Rolls

Empathy - (2d10+2, RA)

(87) + 2 = 17

Oct 14, 2024 3:47 pm
With consent given (assuming Heron does the same) the marshall nods. "Payment was indeed promised. Here is the number of the escrow account." She slides a plastic chip across the table. "You can withdraw your up-front amount now, and the rest will be available upon completion. Completion will be verified by either Mr. Hall or his union representative."

She slides a few more plastic rectangles across to you. "These are your temporary Marshall badges. They expire forty-eight hours from now. That's twelve hours past the end time of the contract. If a station-wide crisis were to present itself, you would be seconded to that crisis, and your contract would be extended for an equal amount of time, up to a maximum of twelve hours."

"Those will also get you access to the rooms where evidence is maintained. Namely, points six and seven. The crime scene has been preserved. It is now turned over to you. Upon your arrival, our guards will be dismissed. It will be up to you to keep the crime scene clear if you require it past your initial observation. You are to receive a copy of the medical reports. This is the number of the report." She slides yet another plastic chit across to you.

"The body is in the morgue and will remain there for the full thirty-six hours of the investigation. However, as noted, some of the brain is missing. Mr. Hall died on the operating line, and some of his brain was incidentally packaged and shipped throughout the station. This is the one piece we have located so far." And here she picks a small box up off the floor and sets in on your side of the table. In it is one individually wrapped, semi-translucent HealthPal nutrition bar, raspberry flavored. There's clearly a bit extra to it though, because hanging suspended in the gelatinous body of the bar, is a thin slice of brain.

"We've asked for all of these to be returned, but this is the only one that has been. This brain sample - and any others you may locate - could contain memory engrams. The Neurological Imaging Unit can process those engrams. You will have priority access to the imager for the thirty-six hours of the investigation.

"Point eight simply outlines when the contract will end. Your findings must be recorded prior to the scheduled corporate finding submission to be considered valid. Any questions on any of that? If not, I wish you luck."
OOC:
If there are questions that aren't answered by either her little speech or by the paper itself, ask away. Otherwise, what do you want your first steps to be?
Oct 15, 2024 8:38 am
Bob grabs the HealthPal nutrition bar "Raspberry hm? he says mindlessly inspecting the brain slice. "You say this was the one one returned? Do they..." Bob pauses to look at the bar again. "Have a particular trade value around here? I doubt they kept it for the extra flavor"
Oct 15, 2024 7:27 pm
The chief shakes her head. "No, but not everyone listens to recall orders, and I'd be willing to bet that a good number ended up in vending machines. They could be in there for years."
Oct 15, 2024 8:39 pm
"The last thing this place needs is Creutzfeld-Jakobs disease." Seth commented bluntly, the ramshackle space hulk was dangerous enough without people literally losing their minds.
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Oct 21, 2024 8:36 am
"Good to know. So we'll be looking for vending machines as well I guess." Bob replies as if they would ever be able to recover all the memories. "I guess there's a way to open the machine to inspect whats inside?" he sort of ads not expecting much of an answer. "And maybe a map of the facilities so we know where we're going"
Oct 21, 2024 8:44 pm
"There are maps posted on each main bulkhead. We don't have a printout or anything like that. Your marshal's ID should open the machines. If they haven't been hacked. Sometimes people like to try to steal things, and that breaks the card system about half the time. If that happens, we're as out of luck as you are; you'll have to track down a repairman. And I see that the time alotted for this meeting is over. Best of luck to you. Please don't hesitate to reach out to me with any more questions after you've had a chance to review all the evidence."

She blatantly hasn't looked at a watch or clock this entire time, and there's no way the meeting was alotted any time since they didn't know you'd be here until you got here. But, that's corps for you.

What's your first step going to be?
Oct 22, 2024 2:37 pm
"Right, allotted time. I guess these miners are not going to run themselves. Must be a busy job" Bob replies as he stands up and extends a hand as to informally close the deal.
OOC:
I'd say either crime scene or check the evidence
Last edited October 22, 2024 2:38 pm
Oct 22, 2024 7:59 pm
"Less than four hours to review any video evidence. And every second that passes the crime scene deteriorates. Those seem the practical choices." Seth reiterated still as monotone as ever. "Afterwards, getting our quarters situated is a pressing concern." He said more for his cat's sake than his own.
Oct 30, 2024 9:59 pm
OOC:
Sorry guys, RL is still pummelling away. Eventually there won't be enough things left to happen anymore.
Are we okay if we do things in the order that Seth says?
Oct 31, 2024 11:05 am
OOC:
No worries. I think Seth's plan is good 👍
Oct 31, 2024 3:24 pm
Video evidence first then, it is.

You head to the opposite side of the room that the Marshall came from. There, a set of wide stairs lead down to a lower, taller level. All around you are magnetic tapes and film reels, all labeled in some system that's On one side of the room, gates block access to a more fortified section, but with your badges, you're able to walk right through, the gates closing again after you. Adam doesn't move quite fast enough and ends up stuck on the other side of the gate.

Inside, on several hundred screens, each labelled with a seperate location tag, recordings are playing in real time. No one is watching them. A typeset note on the desk that looks to have been there a few months - if not years - says, "Jake, sorry, but they're eliminated your hours this week. Maybe we'll get a better budget next month. 'Til then, you're going to have to go to either accounting, or the mines, your pick." Scrawled at the bottom of the note is a hand-written one, rather more to the point. "Fuck you Karen, and your corp, too. I'm going home." It doesn't look like anyone ever came down here to look at the message after. The Marshal probably has a feed in her office.

https://i.imgur.com/PPR8wAG.png

You find the camera that shows the food processing line where Adam was working. It's on one of the smaller screens, but it's still big enough to squint at and see clearly. You press the button to make that the active camera and then spin the dial back. As you spin it back, Adam's body suddenly disappears from the floor in a flash of black. You scroll back forward slowly.

-20:05:47

Adam is working the production line. A sign above the line flashes orange. STORM WARNING. ENTERING LOW POWER MODE IN 30 SECONDS. Three men enter. Two remain at the door, and the third comes up behind Adam and swings what looks like a pipe at his leg.

-20:05:20

ENTERING LOW POWER MODE IN 3 SECONDS.

-20:05:17

The screen goes to a burst of static.

-19:05:17

The camera resolves itself. Adam's body - most of it, anyway - lies on the floor.
Nov 1, 2024 12:24 pm
Bob lets Seth work out the computer stuff and simply wanders around checking nothing in particular "Looks like an healthy working environment they have going around here" Bob comments as he picks the hand-written note.

As he walks up to Seth to show him the notes he notices the images on the screen. "Who are these guys? Can we get their faces? Looks like we have some eye witnesses"

He remembers his gun as he sees the brute with the pipe. Looks like his instincts were right on this one... maybe he should go back to get it... just in case...
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Nov 1, 2024 9:04 pm
OOC:
ok so we are here for a security roll.

My intent is to have Seth isolate a few stills of the assailant and his henchmen. Their faces, and wireframes of their biometrics, how they walk, how they hold themselves etc
Nov 3, 2024 3:57 am
OOC:
Everyone's in the system here, so it's really just a matter of stopping the video at the right spots and then feeding the faces into the computer. It'll be a Research check, then, so you'll start with 2d10+4.

-- Specialty: No -1d
-- Push: Exert themselves (take Stress or Fatigue) to gain an advantage [ optional +1d
-- Assistance: All of you can work together on this, so +1d
-- Condition: n/a
-- Equipment: Yes, +1d

So that's 4d10+4, keep the highest two. Reroll 1s and 10s.

You also need to choose an approach:
Forcefully Precisely Discreetly
Quickly Carefully Insightfully
Boldly Sincerely Artfully

As you can see from my test, we had 3 ones (-30) and 2 tens (+20). so I'm starting at -10. Then I take my two highest (which in this case are both tens) so -10+10+10=10. Mixed success.

Rolls

Secret Roll

Secret Roll

test - (4d10h2+4)

(11103) + 4 = 17

reroll 1s - (2d10)

(23) = 5

reroll 10 - (1d10)

(1) = 1

reroll 1 - (1d10)

(10) = 10

reroll 10 - (1d10)

(2) = 2

Nov 3, 2024 4:12 am
Seth attacks the repository of biometrics on the Station's main computer with precision eliminating from the offset anythinf that does not have 99% similarity to the input. As he scans through the return value, with great care he isolates distinct markings of note upon the three suspects, eliminating from the pool anything that didn't match. Artfully he compared gait, profile, silohuettes, and body composition from the remaining return values.

When the final return values manifested he immediately uploaded the information to the group sharepoint. Requesting his partners sign off upon opening the document. Had he done this before?

Rolls

Research Computers: Precise, Careful, Artful - (4d10h2+4, RA)

(491078) + 4 = 30

Nov 5, 2024 9:52 am
Bob has no clue what the android is doing, but it's probably for the best. He focus on the faces of the suspects and tries to memories them in the old fashion human way as, knowing Seth, the android likely takes over the entire facility's system.

At some point, he just turns away and looks for any clue about how frequent these "low power modes" are...
OOC:
30 😱
Nov 12, 2024 7:23 pm
OOC:
I did not know you could do that with a single roll. I don't have a great extra to give Seth here, so let's give him an extra advantage on his next roll.
It takes just a moment before one of the secondary screens flashes on, then a another, and then a third. On each of them is a screen capture of a face and a short biograph.

The one that did the kneecapping is Frank Battista. The other two are general muscle he employees from time to time. The other's info isn't very revealing and in the grand scheme of things probably isn't important unless you can prove they were involved in the death. Frank though, Frank is interesting. The surface material is that he runs Starfire Lounge. You've seen the markers for it at the top of every map you've seen here. It's the jewel of the station, everyone's favorite spot to hang out. But from financial records, you can see that Frank is living far beyond his means -- if his only means of income is the Starfire. He's also got a few open police files, really old ones, that are still open. These claim he's a provider of more... illicit services, but there's nothing even close to recent, and no one appears to be assigned to those files. Bribes perhaps?

A few more video and financial cross-checks and you see that he often makes sizable withdrawals from several accounts, and like clockwork, other down-on-their-luck individuals make equal deposits. Exactly a month later, the process is reversed. He's a loan shark on top of everything else.
Nov 18, 2024 10:26 am
Bob sneaks up behind Seth. "Anything interesting in there?"
Nov 19, 2024 5:49 pm
OOC:
I think it's safe to say that any info he found, you also found. Unless there's something that you tell me about ahead of time that you'd like to keep hidden, let's just assume that all info is shared for sake of time.
The question is, after seeing all this, Is this enough evidence to accuse someone of murder, or do you need more?
Nov 20, 2024 12:02 pm
"What's the probability of the equipment killing Adam during that hour of low power mode?" Bob asks Seth, curious about what the android will come up with when he runs the numbers.
Nov 20, 2024 5:08 pm
OOC:
Since Seth will undoubtedly come up with the correct answer, I will indirectly answer for him.
Seth finds that there's no greater chance of it killing him in that hour, but the chances of it killing him at all are about twice what they should be. This station is far, far out of regulation.
Nov 25, 2024 10:18 am
"Well that doesn't help much does it?" Bob looks back at the screen. About twice Seth thinks? "Anyway. I guess if there's nothing else we can check here we probably should have a look at the crime scene, before visiting this Starfire Lounge. I could actually use a drink."
Nov 25, 2024 10:39 am
"Well, it is well within scope. Though I am examining the wounds on the cadaver..."

Seth trailed off as he attempted to ascertain the direction that force was applied to Adam's cranium. He was not the best field medic, but reasoned that he could easily identify the source of the fatal blow when choosing between a heavy blunt object in a man's hand versus the shearing force of a machine. He sought discretion between the two modes, using his insight to form a mental image that could sincerely represent the fatal blow judging the position and damage to the corpse.
OOC:
Discrete, Insightful, Sincere

Rolls

Speciality Life Science: Field Medic 2 +1 Assistance Taking Strain +1 - (5d10h1+2, RA)

(24163) + 2 = 8

Nov 25, 2024 10:40 am
OOC:
crap i fudged the code

Looks like a 15 total
Nov 25, 2024 9:25 pm
Seth takes a moment to key in on the altercation on the camera. He's able to record all the details, and will eventually probably be able to tell if this altercation resulted in Adam's death. Right now however, he cannot. The corp never ordered an autopsy. Cause of death was easy to pinpoint as far as they were concerned. Pieces of head in machine, death. They didn't examine any other wounds he may have had. You, however, as deputy marshall can order an autopsy, if you're so inclined, and then the data that Seth has gathered will come in very handy.
OOC:
Seth takes an advantage forward when trying to ascertain cause of death with the aid of an autopsy.
The incident report is attached in case I forgot it before.

https://i.imgur.com/Iilyner.jpeg
Nov 25, 2024 9:34 pm
With the details firmly fixed in Seth's memory circuits, you head for the scene of the death - or crime, if Adam's suspicions are proved correct.

Adam follows you, briefly becoming overly-engaged in an looping conversation with a Vend-O-Bot. It seems never-ending, but he abruptly veers off from it and catches back up.

When you arrive at the Protein Production Line, you are met by a cordon and two gentlemen who excel in having muscles at the expense of everything else, including their conversational skills. They say nothing, silently threatening you with dismemberment if you cross the cordon. Or even approach it. Or look at it. Or exist in its general vicinity.

Nov 26, 2024 9:18 am
"Well, the incident report looks ok." Bob mentions as he reviews the new evidence. "Beaten up in the back and decapitated by machine. We just need to figure out what happened in the middle. I wonder if Adam would need to be standing inside the food processor to loose his head... "

As they approach the Protein Production Line, Bob briefly stops annoying Seth with his obvious observations. But then, not for long "Looks like we got company. This is why I need the gun. Remind me to go and get it after this."

Ignoring the gentlemen's personal space, Bob happily wave the marshal badge "Good day good gentlemen. Karen sends her regards. We're here to investigate the incident if that area happens to be available now. "
OOC:
This is how bob dies xD
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Nov 26, 2024 9:59 am
Seth saw that Bob was feeling conversational, so he raised the reflective radiation shield from his mask. The deep garish scar on his left eye had not yet fully healed. His gaze retaining that criticality of a wild animal, one that was far too intelligent. "Move." Seth, being completely oblivious to social queues simply approaches the muscled hulks. And when they resisted Bob with their body language he secured the threat. He gives them a cursory inspection before his posture changes and he rises to the balls of his feet. The empty eyed stare of a synthetic, cold, calculating, detatched. Seth, being convinced he was also human, had no means of knowing what kind of threat he posed. Only, cold certainty that their aggressive posture was just that, posturing.

Seth's proficiency rating included his security chit on the readout. It rated him as S+ when it came to close quarters combat and S on his firearms proficiency. How a reactor technician had come by that skillset was anyone's guess. Seth was not posturing, he was not pretending to be tough. Most special forces only ever achieved a AA rating in CQC, that was common knowledge. With those empty shark's eyes he stared through the threat having assessed their weaknesses almost as soon as he spotted them.

"Now."

Seth knew he was the most dangerous thing in the room, he wanted the goons to know this as well.
OOC:
Approach:
Forcefully Quickly Boldly

Bob is the good cop
Seth is so much worse than the baddest cop
Last edited November 26, 2024 10:01 am

Rolls

Fieldcraft: Situational Awareness +5 Assistance +1 No Specialty -1 Equipment +1 - (3d10h2+5, RA)

(883) + 5 = 21

Dec 2, 2024 3:53 pm
The guards are happy -- in that unemotional, distinctly non-happy, growling way that they have -- to leave the room to the marshalls. They have more important things to do, heads to back, etc., etc. They stand aside and let Bob and Seth in. They glower at Seth as he passes. No one want to fight an android, but they like it even less when the android knows that they don't want to fight him. Then they stalk off, leaving you in sole possession of the scene of the alleged crime.

The polaroids above -- courtesy of the Polaroid Corporate Security Division -- were taken earlier by the Marshalls, but the scene is much the same. Everything in the polaroids could be important; nothing outside of them is. The only thing that doesn't have a decent image captured of it is the vending machine that's standing right next to the door; apparently whoever took the pictures just didn't think to turn around. It's importance is unknown.
OOC:
Anything (aside from the vending machine) that could possibly produce a clue is in the photos. If you're not sure what something is, just ask. The vending machine may or may not yield a clue. I only point it out because it is -- for some reason -- not in the photos.
Dec 2, 2024 3:55 pm
Jomsviking says:
OOC:
Approach:
Forcefully Quickly Boldly
OOC:
I liked the post and was almost unhappy when Bob remembered to flash his badge. For the approaches, though, just pick one per roll.
Dec 3, 2024 8:59 am
OOC:
ahah yeah, acted too quickly there xD
Bob looks around, noticing the vending machine. "Hey you think we have some good brains inside this one?". He barely notices the food processor where the actual murder might have happened.
Dec 6, 2024 3:04 pm
Bob looks inside, trying to figure out if there is anything suspicious about the bars inside, then around to find how to open the machine. Even if there is nothing to see there, it might be good to know who these things work. After all, they do have permission to open them and find whatever is left of Adam's brain.
Dec 6, 2024 5:38 pm
The Vend-O-Bot 3000's jingle plays. It's annoyingly catchy, so I can't repeat it here. It has Raspberry Twist in stock, the same type of bar that Adam was working on when he lost his mind. In the corner of it's window, it also proudly proclaims in bright block letters:

Equipped with the latest Integrity-Assistance Video Documentation

Your Marshall ID will let you open the machine and take whatever you want.
Dec 9, 2024 2:12 am
OOC:
apologies for the delay, tis the season
Dec 13, 2024 8:51 pm
OOC:
Yep, I get that. I'm not going to be pushing for updates until after the first of the year. What everyone can do until then is fine.
Dec 13, 2024 10:11 pm
Bob quickly catches up with the music, humming the annoying jingle endlessly. He casually inspects the bar wrapping for anything particularly unusual, but doesn't actually take any for now. "Do you think the bars are distributed randomly, or this one would be the first one to get stocked? Maybe we can try to get their distribution routes? We need to locate those pieces of brain, I guess."
OOC:
Not sure if there is anything noticeable for now. He will notice the letters as he closes the door.
Dec 13, 2024 10:27 pm
A quick call to the Marshall's office will get you the information that, yes, distribution is random. The bars are restocked via automation and restocking happens twice a day, more than enough time for the brain slices to have been fully distributed. The recall is mostly being ignored because no one can tell the difference between slightly decayed brain pieces and the normal taste of the bars.
OOC:
@CESN - Give me... probably a Fieldwork check with one Advantage (other than the ones you'd get otherwise) to see if you can spot any differences in the bars with that casual look.
Dec 18, 2024 11:30 am
"I guess these miners are not the most epicurian types in the galaxy, if they think decayed brain tastes like..." he grabs one of the bars to check the flavour again "Raspberry"
OOC:
I guess the approach will be quickly, so i might not do it carefully or Insightfully. Not sure if Fieldcraft (wilderness survival) counts as advantage, but I guess they eat a lot of cereal bars in the wild xD if not, the 7 goes and the result is 11
Last edited December 18, 2024 11:30 am

Rolls

SEC - Roll - (4d10h2+2)

(3627) + 2 = 15

Dec 18, 2024 3:55 pm
OOC:
The skill list does have a bit of a gap.
You grab all of the bars in the machine so that you can go through them, but in doing so, you also manage to twist one of the screws that separates the bars into individual servings. That's going to cost you. And in fact, the corner of your Marshall's card flashes red. That means there's an expense deduction on your account. Better not do that too often, or you'll be doing this job for free.

You examine each bar in turn, and one of them is clearly contaminated. You have seven others, though, so you sample one of them. It is red, so there are probably raspberries in there, but you couldn't prove it by the taste. Maybe brains taste more like raspberry than the bars do.

You can read that brain fragment into Adam's android brain by visiting the MedCenter. It'll take an hour per piece if you do them one at a time, but if you do several at a time, each additional one is only 30 minutes.
Dec 18, 2024 8:33 pm
OOC:
catching up now

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