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Station Station Mass-Up! 2017-01-06 08:02:26 Post No. 1014509
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The year is 2261. From old Terra humanity has spread out in bulk across the universe. Even with the universe infinite, where almost all resources are unlimited across the many planets, humanity still wars amongst themselves. Space is a cold dwelling, where only the most cold hearted survive. The thing humanity seeks most is to simply survive. HONK!
>Research facility Spess-Tek 34 Sigma, space sector Hipsilon Oi.
Spess-Tek 34 Sigma is administrated by Captain Aaron Tolma. This station focuses on Artifact research, while dallying in Engine subsystems processing research. The population of 34 Sigma is 200+ personnel, since the facility is gargantuan to accommodate the Engine subsystem research. With the growing population of personnel comes miscreants and all sorts of degenerates. SEC is very lax regardless, since 34 Sigma is on the fringe of Nanotrasen corp. territory.
Many fates and flights of destiny have occurred in this money machine death trap..How do you fit in this?
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>>1014509
Command
>Head of Personnel
>Head of Security
>Chief Medical Officer
>Chief Engineer
>Research Director
>Blueshield
SEC
>Warden
>Security Officer
>Detective
>Internal Affairs
Engineering
>Station Engineer
>Mechanic
>Atmospheric Technician
Medical
>Medical Docter
>Paramedic
>Surgeon
>Chemist
>Genetist
>Virologist
>Psychologist
Research
>Scientist
>Robotist
>Xenobiologist
Supply
>Quartermaster
>Cargo Technician
>Shaft Miner
Service
>Janitor
>Chef
>Bartender
>Botonist
>Waiter
Civilian
>Assistant
>Clown
>Mime
>Chaplain
>Librarian
>Silicon
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>>1014509
>>Robotist
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>>1014509
>Internal Affairs
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>>1014566
You are a Robotist. Graduating from Jue-Tompson Industries Incorporated for a Robotics degree, you went straight for a position in a Medical facility. Unfortunately core job availability in central Nanotrasen space was too full. In turn you were sent into a crime ridden dangerous frontier station.
>...
You wake up in Science Dorm #32. Groggily rubbing your eyes of fleck, the Unknown turns over and sits on the side of his or her assigned bed.
>Male or Female
>Name
>Personality
>Age
The unknown really regrets coming here, only for a moment. Unknown loved Robotics with a passion, always loving working with the Cyborgs and Sentient machines in Unknown's work area. The unknown get up and heads over to their assigned locker, careful not to trip over someone's belongings.
Opening your locker you remember...
>You are a perfectly normal, ready to do your job.
>Sleeper Agent for Jue-Tompson Industries(Syndicate route, homeworld advantage)
>Syndicate Agent(Randomized sleeper cell affiliation)
>Rekais Hivemind(Changeling)
>Cult of SHADANII(Robotist cult)
>Cult(Randomized affiliation)
>Blob
>Vampire
>Werewolf
>Ajin
>Death-Note wielder
>Stand User
>Holoparasite User
>Covert Metroid
>Gangster
>Revolutionary
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>>1014652
>>>Holoparasite User
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>>1014652
>You are a perfectly normal, ready to do your job.
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>>1014652
>Futa
>Helena
>Ballsy
>28
>You are a perfectly normal, ready to do your job.
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>>1014652
>Female
>50
>Helena
>Perfectly normal and ready to do your job
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>>1014762
Going into the locker, Helena begins to put on all gear within it. She is extra careful when changing in the Science Dorm, since Helena doesn't want the rest of the Science crew to see her LONGSWORD down under. After a few moments of making sure all essential items are in the trusty tool-belt and labcoat, Helena sets off byond the Science Dormitory airlocks.
A whirlwind of activity has already begun in the hallways of Research. Sounds of all sorts buzz into the head of the Robotist, causing a slight headache. Just another shift.
>Go eat breakfest
>Head straight for Robotics Lab
>Check R&D
>Get a smoke from Botonist, Huey Kenson.
>Write-In
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>>1014801
>Go eat breakfest
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>>1014801
>>Go eat breakfest
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>>1014801
>Get a smoke from Botonist, Huey Kenson
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>>1014801
>>>Go eat breakfest
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>>1014807
>>1014815
Giving both arms a good stretch, Helena scuffles through the traffic of Science. Passing through the Division Access checkpoint, she heads west. A hot tasty smell of eggs, soup, and synth burger waft its way into Helena's nose.
Idly taking a stool, the secret futa Robotist ravenously begins dining on the eggs. Finally removing some hunger, Helena begins to slow down to fully enjoy the meal. Ahhh, almost the greastest part of the shift.
It was then two scruffy looking assistants sat next to the Futa. One of the two seemed to be the leader, with a what seemed to be a wrench scar mark on his forehead.
"Hey babe, wanna hang with the Urangler gang for a bit? We got uh' nice hide out in the Maint." The second assistant gives you a blank eyed stare, but you look down and sees he has a stretchkin pistol between his belt. Helena rolls her..his..? Eyes at them.
>Call SEC via headset
>Ignore them
>What the hell, go with them
>Punch the wrench marked assistant's nose.
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>>1014882
>>Punch the wrench marked assistant's nose.
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>>1014882
>>Ignore them
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>>1014882
>Ignore them
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>>1014903
>>1014952
Mere assistants will always be lower than Helena, no matter what "tribe, "clan", or "gang" they form for intimidation. They are simply dregs leeching off of honest personnel.
She simply continues sipping up her soup. The wrench marked assistant growls in anger, not please by Helena. "Ah we got a bitch here hard of hearing eh?" he drawls out. The lead ruffian grabs a significant part of Helena's hair and forces her to look at his greasy mustached face. Helena shifts and turns in anger, not liking what is going on one bit at all. "WHOOA, a feisty one her! I like!"
A few passerbys see this scene, but mostly choose to ignore it, not being their business at all. The second silent Assistant with the stretchkin gets up from his stool standing guard, ensuring no one disrupts the harassment.
"Now, that I have your full attention, whats ya answer now?"
>Curse the Assistant out
>Initiate fight
>Call SEC quickly
>Get the Chef's attention beyond the serving table.
>Write-In
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>>1014997
>>Initiate fight
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>>1014997
>Get the Chef's attention beyond the serving table.
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>>1014997
>>Initiate fight
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>>1014997
>head to a better server, this place is a griff shithole
>seriously, is this fucking Nox 2.0 or some shit?
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>>1014997
>Initiate fight
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Is this dead OP?
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>>1027308
Seems like it.
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