Author Topic: The Wreck of the USC Affection - Text Roleplay  (Read 20694 times)

on raidio:
"Hey, Director. The robot unlocked the bay doors, and im on the ramp out. what now?"

>SAY
"The robot does not have my authorization to access command console. Scans indicate hostile wildlife outside, I will eradicate them with my external laser cannons."
>MESSAGE
To whom?
>Retribution
Acknowledged. Message?
>"Are you on my side, or are you against me?"

Name: Phillip Knight
Occupation on the ship (OTS): 3rd Plt. Space Recon
Equipment: Prototype Space Suit (PSS), Toolbelt, .45 caliber automatic pistol, rucksack
Status: Dying...

Phillip yells into his radio, screaming for help until he passes out and enters a coma...

a day has passed, another and i'm in critical condition

Feep, im to far away to help, and the only other active players are computers.

On raidio:
"ok then. I think theres someone else on the raidio, but theyre being pretty quiet. could you give me a location of the signal? I think he might be trapped somewhere."

>STATE
"It is unnecessary for you to do so. I will use my helper bots."
>ACTIVATE HAND BOT
>ACTIVATE HAND BOT
<HAND BOT ACTIVE
<HAND BOT INACTIVE DUE TO BAD PACKAGING

The first hand bot starts screwing some loose bolts and repairs minor damages on the second hand bot.
>GO.
The hand bots race out of their containment, racing along he passageways of the ship grabbing things as they go along to eventually arrive at the door Lucas is behind with a full toolkit. They begin opening the door by any means possible.

"once you get him out, bring him here. i want to contact a HUMAN."

Roger goes inside to ransack the vending machines for their choclete.

math class is boring. so during 6th period, i made a poster for this. anyone want to see it? its like a movie poster.

Upload it. Fer sure.
The hand bots break open the door with crowbars only to see Phillip on the other side unconscious. They drag him to the cargo bay.

Name: Phillip Knight
Occupation on the ship (OTS): 3rd Plt. Space Recon
Equipment: Prototype Space Suit (PSS), Toolbelt, .45 caliber automatic pistol, rucksack
Status: Coma

Phillip is dragged along a hallway to a makeshift medical bay located in the remains of the medbay, and is laid on a table. A woman enters and rapes him he lays unconcious on the table.

Name: Wilburn Shay
Occupation on the ship (OTS):Security Officer
Equipment: Basic Armour, Black Gloves
Status: Bleeding heavily, bruised, starving,

After blacking out after saying "Any one out there?", I wake up a couple days later to see I am resting in a pool of my own blood. I weakly say "help-" before blacking out again.

"Bloody Hell! Theres ANOTHER guy somewhere on here."
"Director, im coming to the Medical Bay to see the guy you got."

>Scan for life
Scan initiated.
<Unidentified lifeform in security.

The hand bots race off to deal with it.

"Mmm... this is good choclete."

roger eats his choclete bar.

Feline, learn to spell chocolate
Jesus
You said it at least ten times now