Turning away from the vend-bot and grabbing his satchel, Bob says with a disconcerting grin, "Hello, Friend Boris. I hope you aren't trying to frame me for treason. After all, framing someone for treason is treasonous."
GM:
Bob
It looked like a yellow laser barrel
What? what do you mean? I was attempting to clean the area.
"Well?"
<Looks around.>
"Where did the chippies go?"
I dunno Team Leader, I think many of the chippies got eaten in the "unpleasantness".
"Oh. Never mind then. I just thought I saw you do something."
Bob returns to searching the bodys for unopened bags of chips.
GM:
"Is there anywhere we can get replacement chippies so we don't get our asses handed to us?"
"Hey, I'm a fresh clone. My ass is still tingling from the decanting pipe extraction."
"There must be a place where such things can be had."
So what would you like to do then?
You each had a box to start with. I don't think any of you brought your boxes out of the cafeteria with you.
2 of the 5 are untouched.
1 is empty
The other 2 are about half empty.
Wantru
Boris grabs up one of the boxes of chippies. Is anyone else grabbing a box? Are you leaving now?
Horton
Bob also grabs one of the unopened boxes.
Bob also grabs one of the unopened boxes.
Bob
Boris starts making his way to the doors with his chippie box. He seems to be ready to be on his way.
Horton
** spoiler omitted **
A large crowd has gathered outside the cafeteria. Many of the people at the accademy knew the citizens who were killed, but in the world of Alpha Complex true love or friendship is virtually none existent, so the crowd is pretty mellow for the most part- mostly they are curious about what happened. Several of the citizens who hit the deck when the vulture squadron came in, and who hadn't touched any of the chippies are slowly getting to their feet and making their way towards the exit to seek medical attention. You expect that a media/propaganda crew will be on the scene shortly.
GM EYES ONLY:
What are you doing now? You have couple of conflicting sets of orders.
The vulture squad commander has ordered you to clean up, which you've done a little, but based on your posts it seems that mostly you've just been scouring corpses for valuables. I haven't heard anyone say anything about bagging up bodies (though I forgot to mention that the R-2-d20 brought a whole bunch of body bags with him).
Secondly Pamela B-JOB has ordered you to return for debriefing ASAP.
You don't really have time to do both...
"Pamela has higher clearance, let's go."
whistles a little tune as he heads for the lift to the nearest shuttle
All V-Squad folk are green. That's one of the reasons they are so feared- that and the extensive training, eugenics, and state of the art weaponry. The Int Sec guys that first got involved in the fray were yellow, but they got killed.
"Pamela has higher clearance, let's go."
"We have to bring the chips back, but we also have to clean up this room. What a conundrum. Tim, I trust you to stay behind and clean this mess while we return the chips. After all, you are the Hygiene Officer. You are the most suited to this epic task."
Into his PDC: "Computer, we have conflicting orders from the Green Vulture squadron commander and from Pamela-B-JOB, may we have the computer's authorization to defer the lower priority command?"
Citizen why have you not reported for debriefing? Failing to comply with orders from higher ranking citizens is treasonous. Please report for debriefing immediately. Have a nice day.
"Like I said. Let's go citizens. GO! GO! GO!"
Given that Horton is currently team leader, I assume that the rest of you comply with his orders.
You hurry out the exit of the academy carting what's left of the chippies. You can either turn left or right. However, as you get out the door you see a mob of story starved journalists wielding multicorders swarming towards you. They are well groomed orange or yellow citizens. It will be difficult to get past them because there are about 6-10 of them coming from each direction.
They spot you the second you step out the door and start shouting out things such as:
"Trouble Shooters I have received reports of multiple deaths in the academy cafeteria. What can you tell me?"
"I am orange clearance, I demand you give me an interview right now."
"The people of alpha complex demand to know what treasonous conspiracy has taken place today. Tell me everything you know?"
"We are under orders from a high ranking citizen to return for debriefing. Preventing us from completing our vital mission is treasonous. Move aside."
<Horton pulls out his PDC and begins filming the filmers.>
Boards the nearest shuttlebot heading for the debrief
<Pulls out his blaster.>
"COMMIES? WHERE!?!"
"Move aside dammit. Get me some happiness pills!"
"Tim, I trust you to stay behind and clean this mess while we return the chips. After all, you are the Hygiene Officer. You are the most suited to this epic task."
Tim hustles along with the rest of the team back to the debriefing, heedless of the media crews.
"Sorry, Bob, but I'm afraid I have to return for debriefing with the rest of you; I have direct orders from the Computer."
Tim activates his PDC and replays a portion of the message he just received.
Computer: "...please report back to your mission supervisor for debriefing immediately."
Tim holds his PDC up, smiling.
"Unless, of course, you'd like to countermand that, Bob?"
GM:
Boris leads the way through the reporters pushing through and clearing a path for the others. Wantru, Horton, Bob, Tim and Logan all follow behind him. Suddenly, one of the reporters grabs Tim from behind and jams a foot in the back of his knee, which causes his leg to buckle, making him fall to the ground. Tim groans loudly.
Tim and Logan
Boris keeps walking, He looks at the Team leader "How long do we have Team Leader?"
The reporters were on their way as you were coming out. So even though, you may have had a bit of a head start, you still ran into them.