Bob rolls onto his back, draws his laser-pistol and fires a shot at the frothing madman.
1d20+8=25
Tim, not wanting to be trampled, but not wanting to get lasered either, attempts to escape while still complying with the IntSec officer's commands. He grabs the diagnostic equipment off the floor next to him with one hand and then begins rolling away across the floor, moving for the most vacant area.
"We've still got a job to do. Riot control is clearly an IntSec problem. If we don't get these vendobots checked, we fail our mission."
GM:
Jumps up, grabs his bag and runs out the door to safely call for a vulture squad
"I know commies don't to be here when the Vulture squad shows up!"
updated:
Logan-R-Run-3 regains consciousness. "I've always wanted to try mother's milk," he says dreamily. Obviously, Logan is delerious. "Oh... Man, it itches." He tries scratching his missing leg with his foot. "But I just can't find that itch!" His foot just keeps tapping the blood-pooled floor where his leg should be.
The Int Sec goon whose laser ran out of ammo pops off the barrel and tries to reload. Before he can get a new barrel on his tackled by a frothing mad citizen. He falls to the ground. Bob pops off a shot and hits the bastard and he spins off with smoking hole in his stomach. A couple of more come rushing in at the guy. Now both Int Sec goons are on the ground being torn at in what looks like a scene from an old reckoning zombie flick.
The rest of you, excluding Horton and Logan, rush for the doors and head out into the hall (some of you might even have your chips). Boris is the last one out, and he calls for a Vulture Squadron on his PDC as he exits. You can hear screaming coming from in the cafeteria. Bob trains his gun on the door ready for anything that might emerge.
"They all went mad. They all ate the Happy-Fun chips. The Happy-Fun chips must of caused it. But why? Friend Computer would never... that's it! Communists must of infected the chips with something. The communist scum must of infected the chips with pure elemental communism. Remember, they've eaten the infected chips, they aren't human anymore. They've turned into vile Commie scum who are against everything Friend Computer stands for, like proper eating habits."
Bob continues to scan behind the group for crazed Communists looking to eat his sweet sweet Computer-loving flesh.
"How many raving mad commies do you think you can take down before your barrel melts Bob?"
"How many raving mad commies do you think you can take down before your barrel melts Bob?"
"If I can kill one with each shot, 5 before I need a new barrel. Rest of you better get yours out, before they start following us."
Bob glances around nervously.
"How many raving mad commies do you think you can take down before your barrel melts Bob?""If I can kill one with each shot, 5 before I need a new barrel. Rest of you better get yours out, before they start following us."
Bob glances around nervously.
"Bob, I caled for a Vulture squad, let them deal with it, if they come through that door, and you shoot at them, you'll end up like those poor IntSec goo...good guys"
"Don't worry, Boris. I won't shoot at the Vulture squad. We just have no way of knowing when they will get there, or whether any Commies will get out of there and start following us. Besides, the Vulture squad won't be covered in the entrails of our fellow citizens."
Boris
You wait tensely and the moments pass. Suddenly the doors burst open, single rabid red citizen staggers out. He has a bag of chips in his hands that he is ravenously devouring. His eyes are blood shot and full of madness.
When the doors open you catch a glimpse inside, and see one of the mad citizens draping himself with Logan's intestines.
Logan and Horton's new clones are en route, and will arrive shortly.
executes the citizen
"By everything that's good and happy! That citizen! He's...he's...terribly unclean. Not to mention, dead."
Tim will shoot him too, whether or not he's already fallen down.
"Why should commies get to eat Happy Shapey Chippies if we can't?"
The commotion in the cafeteria has attracted attention from the surrounding rooms. A angry looking Red citizen storms out of a door and heads in your direction. When he sees you he shouts out.
"What is Going on in there? I've got fifty cadets trying to write exams and all we can hear is screaming and yelling?"
The commotion in the cafeteria has attracted attention from the surrounding rooms. A angry looking Red citizen storms out of a door and heads in your direction. When he sees you he shouts out.
"What is Going on in there? I've got fifty cadets trying to write exams and all we can hear is screaming and yelling?"
"Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal. "
"Uh, we had a slight vend-o-bot malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"
Logan-R-Run-3's last words: "It itches. I just... can't... find... the... itch."
"Why should commies get to eat Happy Shapey Chippies if we can't?"
"Tim, don't you see? The Happy-Shapey Chippies have been infected with Communism. You eat them, you'll turn into one of those! *Points at dead raving Commie* Why the hellllloooo fellow citizen! There is nothing happening here anymore. Please return to your room." Bob says as he swiftly goes back to a disconcerting grin and hides his laser-pistol behind his back.
Just as the Red proctor is about to return to his class, you hear heavy jack boots coming down the hall. Suddenly rounding the corner comes a 4 man vulture squad. Each soldier is wearing heavy military grade armor that makes your jumpsuites look like cheap pjs. Their green hughed armor is massively bulky (think Gears of War) and with their helmets and air filtration systems they don't even look human. They carry devastating looking cone rifles that could shred a citizen to ribbons in seconds. Trailing behind them are two wheeled, remote control, clone containment capsules. One of them appears to have a new clone of Logan and the other has a new Horton.
One of the soldiers stops and looks at your team. He speaks in a voice that sounds synthesized due all his electronics.
"Which one of you is Citizen Boris R LOF?"
The others stop as well, but suddenly another round of screams erupts from the cafeteria. The one talking to Boris (from now on referred to as Sarg) makes a gesture with his hand, and one of his armored lackeys kicks open the swinging double doors. He then unleashes barrage of full automatic weapon fire. In seconds the room has gone completely quiet.
"Sarg the situation has been contained," he says.
With that taken care of the vulture squad focuses all their attention on your team.
Bob puts away his laser-pistol and grins in releif. "Oh, we're saved. Oh, he's Boris." *Points at Boris*
"Sarg! yes Sarg!"
"I'm Happines Officer Boris-R-LOF, Sarg!"
"Sarg may I disperse happiness meds to the survivors of the "unpleasantness"?"
"I have a feeling they may need it, I know I do..."
"I have two clones to deliver."
The capsules pop open and the newest version of Logan and Horton climb out, fully clothed with jumpsuites, and PDCs. Logan is missing a boot, and it looks like they will need to retrieve their other gear from the cafeteria
"Yes sarg!"
The sarg walks over to the doors and peeks into the cafeteria.
"It's a f+@!ing mess in their? What happened?"
"Not sure sarge, Bob-R-DTE thinks the chippies might have been laced with something and the citizens went completely insane, I'd say as the team leader, but he's dead. errr well the clone that was in charge is dead..."
ooc: "ask" team leader...not "as team leader" oops
"Logan-R-RUN-4 reporting for duty!" Logan says. Then he goes to the cafeteria to retrieve his gear.
"Are we done killing commies? As much fun as that is, there are vendobots that need inspection."
"I think the Vulture squad did most of that...cone rifles make a mess..."
"Anyway, does anyone need some meds to help you deal with the carnage??"
eye twitches
"What would you recommend for a slightly nauseous feeling...and nervousness about the unhygenic condition of the team?"
Tim fumbles around in his kit.
"That reminds me, here's some moist towlettes for all the surviving members. Clean yourselves up."
"I'll take something. Need to calm my nerves, need to calm down. Need to stop monologuing, mostly."
Bob begins wiping his brow with the moist towelette offered by Tim.
Anyone seen Horton?
"It Liiiiiiiives!"
"NO ONE TOLD YOU TO GET UP CITIZEN!" The int sec goon then casually blasts Horton with his yellow laser pistol.
"That reminds me, here's some moist towlettes for all the surviving members. Clean yourselves up."
"HORTON-R-TPK-4, Team Leader, reporting for duty."
"Wow. You guys are a mess. What happened?"
GM EYES ONLY
"Well, Horton, after you got shot, the people who ate the chips turned into crazed cannibalistic Communists. Shot a few of them, lucky we got away, it was all insane, wait, I'm still monologuing, Boris. Happy pill. Now. *Holds out hand expectantly.*"
"I got shot? Great! Glad to be here."
"Where's my boot?"
<Looks around for a boot. Is dead Horton here?>
Boris hands out a single mellow happy pill to all, taking one himself as well.
"Well, I think we have several more vend-o-bots to fill, right team leader?, perhaps check your PDC to make sure we're still on target to finish the job, perhaps we need to request more chippies from the computer"
eye twitch
"Fill vendebots? With what?"
<Looks at his PDC and pulls up mission specs.>
The Vulture Squad seems a little annoyed, almost as though they wasted all their coming for the incident.
The sarg looks at your team.
"Next time you little s&%~ maggots, have a few hostile unarmed civilians to deal with, take care of it yourselves. You're troubleshooters. You shoot trouble. If you waste my time like this again, I'll shoot you. Wasting our time is considered treason. I'm going to go easy on you today. I've just put in a work order for the clean up of this mess, and you dicksmacks are going to be in charge of making sure it's done right or your heads will roll. To help you out, I've called in the most useless, out of date scrubbot there is. I should warn you though, the computer has a strange love for the bot, and anything happens to it... Anyhow, it should be here soon. I suggest you get to work."
"Alright team. Let's move out. These idiots can deal with the mess."
Strange porn noises start coming from the cafeteria. They are loud enough to seep out into the hall.
A calm smile spreads across Bob's face. "Well, we better get in there and start cleaning. How hard could it be?"
Horton starts checking the battlefield for anything valuable or useful. He looks in pockets, utility bags, inside the waistband of people's underwear....