andrewmeythaler

Please tell me that was a joke. Nope; adds a bit of diversity to an otherwise underclass. You know what else would? Clothing machines

Adding this would probably satiate most people. The issue is this limits our abillity to customize our characters. We want those machines so we can stand out.

You were the fucking genie weren't you?

I prefer roleplay over "silliness", and that's my personal opinion, so yes. You don't agree with my opinion that's fine. My name is not humorous, it's actually named after the original citadel paint colour, and is not a reference for humor. Quite how you'd see it as such is beyond me. We don't get to choose our own perfect game, we just get to play the closest thing to it. We all make compromises in this way. And that is your PERSONAL opinion. You should limit the freedom of the majority solely to fit YOUR play style. The majority of players like, use, or just support the clothing machines. You shouldn't take away their ability to use it because you don't find it serious enough.

Feels like a lot of weird and kind of unnecessary changes have been made, despite community push back.

Name: Khar Zhan-Khazan Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Tarajan Blood Type: A+ General Occupational Role(s): Mining, security Biography: Born in the frozen North of Adhomai, he was raised into the [REDACTED] clan. He lived with his mother and father, although his father was killed by the time he was 6. He and his single mother lived comfortably, with the tribe helping support them. When he came of age he was made into a mercenary to bring money to the tribe, as most young men did. But he detested killing. He would often shoot himself in the leg just to avoid missions. The tribe knew they could not make him go, so they suggested an alternative: The newly opened Northern Adhomai Nanotrasen Mining Camp 7-D. He packed his things and he left. His much grown brother moved in with, and helped Khar's mother manage the house. Khar worked in squalid conditions in the camp, but continued in order to provide for his mother and tribe. However on January 3rd, 2556, Khar was detained for questioning. He was asked to identify a group of mercenaries that have been operating dangerously close to the camp. They had been raiding caravans, and appeared to be watching the labor camp. Khar was hesitant at first, and the interrogators noticed this. So they told him they could only guarantee his mother's safety if he cooperated. He supplied the names of the mercenaries, as well as the name of his tribe. A few days later news reached him that his tribe had been razed, and everyone was killed. He blamed himself. He took an oath to never again speak their names, so he may not sully them with his mouth, and so he may not betray them twice. He knew Nanotrasen had done it, so he confronted the camp security staff and staged a riot over it. Many were killed in the three day long struggle to regain control of the mine, further adding to his guilt and remorse. On 6/1/2556 he was captured and given an ultimatum, either leave Adhomai for a few years and work for NT as a contractor, or face execution. So he was shipped out on tour to various NT facilities, where he eventually chose the N.G.S. Cyberiad for it's mining program. He was immediately hired as mining staff, and sent to work. He has proven to be fiercely loyal to those he works closely with, often risking his own life for their own. He has proven this time and time again, opting to evacuate them in secret and hide away on the mining station. This was especially problematic during [REDACTED] He has been known to seek adventure and intrigue, hoping to find situations where he can regain honor and make things up to those he hurt. Qualifications: Background in mining. Employment Records: Hired at the Northern Adhomai Mining Camp 7-D as a laborer [3/7/2550] Fired from Northern Adhomai Mining Camp 7-D over shanty town riots [6/1/2556] Hired aboard the N.G.S. Cyberiad [26/11/2558] Security Records: Detained for questioning over local terror groups [3/1/2556] Arrested for inciting riots[6/1/2556] [CENTCOM OFFICER EYES ONLY] Suspected to have broken directive 7-10 during incident aboard the Cyberiad. Not enough evidence to convict, but he is being place on a bio terrorist watch list. Medical Records: Subject given physical upon hiring. Subject has several unhealed and badly scarred wounds on his legs. Some even still have bullets in them. Fortunately they are not infected, he is very lucky. Other than that the boy seems to be in perfect health. -Dr. Riske, head physician of Mining Camp 7-D [3/7/2550] Subject sustained broken arm during accident [5/10/2552] Subject given physical upon arrival of the N.G.S. Cyberiad. Subject had badly scarred legs, and an arm that looks like it broke and didn't heal properly. Hasn't this kid ever been to a doctor? -Chief Medical Officer V.S.I.[11/26/2555] KiA. Investigators at the scene noted several strange things at the scene of his death. They [Document sealed. For more view attachment 8-D with permission.] Subject cloned at third party cloning facility on Jargon 4. Clone suffered serious damage due to unknown cloning error. Half way through cloning process the machine registered Khar as being alive again and stopped. It was a half hour before it registered him dead again. [12/5/2558] Subject killed in action. Subject hired as captain during quiet shift after the position opened. He was met with overt traitorous action, including a murderer who broke into the armory. Khar confronted him there, and after a short fire fight the traitor was injured, but the captain lay dead. Due to previous cloning errors on Jargon-4, he could not be cloned. [12/9/2258] Personnel Photo (Appearance text): 2.3 meters, and 85 kilograms. He is tall and muscular, under neath all that charcoal fur. His eyes are bright green and kind. He has a thick wiry black mane, that extends all the way to his mutton chops. His teeth are yellowed and crooked. His robotic left arm glints. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Attachment 8-D, CC eyes only: Investigators found Khar's body in a maintenance tunnel aboard the N.G.S. Cyberiad. However, there were several strange details discovered there. For one the body was found in a tiny glass box, appearing to have died from contact with the vacuum of space, despite being indoors. His fur was pink, and his body didn't have any of the scarring Khar should have had. There was another body in the hall. A pile of Tarajan bones. The bones glowed ever so slightly, and a DNA test confirmed that it was the complete skeleton of Khar Zhan Khazan. There were two people found at the scene. First was Hawke Boeterson, another pink Tarajan who was later declared insane. The second could not be identified. He had no ID, or possessions aside from a gold coin. He wore a white dress shirt, a blazer, and a blue tie. This man is known to CentCom. He often arrives on stations like this one, and creates similar scenes. He has no name, and never an ID. Some call him a genie, others a god, more still call him the devil. He is said to be able to grant any wish one desires, all they have to do is guess what side the coin will land on. It is also said that if you lose, he will take something of equal value. It is believed that Khar lost.

Name: Yorick William's Age: 45 Race: wsialm Racial Atributes: The ability to degenerate into a pile of bones and play dead. Appearance: A thin and lanky man, who wears a bright red and black jester outfit. Skills: Lit major Job: Jester Font Color: Red

Sooo what exactly do we do?

This shit happens kind of a lot

Is it to late to jump on this band wagon?

I agree. A lot of changes have been happening lately, all decided behind closed doors. Much to the chagrin of the community.

Ideally with things like, what I need to download, how to set up a test server, and the api.

That is absolutely true. But they were so convinced by my "accident" narrative they didn't bother to follow through. Hell there was one round I had recently where I openly admitted to being a vampire after being caught WHILE sucking a dude dry. They took me to prison where I cooperated fully with the officer. They were so shocked by my kindness and cooperation they just let me go. The detective even went on to help me later on.

The round started like most; I awoke in my office wearing my QM uniform. I felt a sudden craving for blood... I walked into the cargo office and found my cargo tech asleep at his desk. Perfect. I grabbed him by his lapel and dragged him back to my office, where I proceeded to drain his veins of fluid. I was feeling good and satisfied when I heard the call over the radio, "A cargo tech has died in the Quarter Master's office". Ah shit. Before I could even run the blue shield, detective, and HoS stormed in. I was cuffed and questioned by the blue shield as the others inspected the body. "So what the hell happened?" He chided, assuming he already knew the answer. "I caught him trying to break into my office, and in trying to stop him I went to far." I hissed through my slitted smile. Anyone paying attention would have questioned the lack of any signs of forced entry or struggle, but my answer seemed to satisfy the authorities. "Toxin damage..." The detective muttered. "I drugged him to try and subdue him, but accidently used to much." I cleverly snapped back. "But 150 units of toxin?" The detective inquired. "I didn't mean to use so much officer. I am truly sorry." I replied calmly. They search my bags for anything illegal (I claimed to have thrown the drugs out), cleaned up the body, uncuffed me, and let me go with a warning. I literally got away with murder. I would go on to kill 5 more.

Enjoy

Howdy! Been seeing you a lot in game and didn't even realize you weren't already here.

Steam name: 'andrewmeythaler', but recently changed to 'Reiner Braun bearer of burdens.' Any extra offerings?: Not right now, I am currently flat broke, sorry friend. If I come into some money this will change! Why you should get it (Any good bios get a extra ticket): Well I don't have any particularly good reasons as to why I specifically should get it, I will attempt the latter and right what I think is a good bio. Now is a good of time as any to let you all get to know me. I am a 17 year old from Portland Oregon, USA. I am currently in my senior year of high school. I am a subpar student, whose only real accomplishments are in technical theatre. It colors almost everything I do. It can take up 30+ hours per week in theatre alone. I spend every night in that auditorium, and it has become my home. Toiling away on lights into the late hours of every night. Sometimes it can make life seem really bleak, which is why I turn to communities like this one. Especially back before I had a lot of friends in the program. It used to be really lonely work, with few sharing the passion with me. So I used to play on a TTT server, where I had most of my friends. When that got shut down I was genuinly upset and didn't have anywhere else to go. I have since found new friends that do share my passion and that helped a lot, but I missed the sense of community that TTT server brought. Eventually I found this server. It was a lot harder to become a part of due to the anonymity of the players, but eventually I began to recognize names, and felt very welcome. I joined the forums and felt like I found a home again. Recently a number of things have gotten in the way of playing. School, theatre, friends, signifigant others, etc. But I still remember having that happen with TTT. I remember coming back after all those months away, excited to be home again. Logging in to find it wasn't there. That it got shut down, and I missed the last day. I never got to say good bye. I don't want to let that happen again, so I am doing my best to play when I can.

**IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: I do not condone using this information in any situation where you are not being forced to murder someone by your syndicate overlords. And remember, DA RULEZ still apply.** Hello gentleman (and ladies if you are out there) and welcome to a gentleman's guide to murder. Here you will learn how to murder, maim, and destroy your targets with little to no harm on your part. Part 1: Understanding your role. Your job as a gentleman is to kill your mark. That is all. However when you explore what this means it goes much deeper. It is to kill your mark and get away with it. How to do this is quite simple. You are playing a shell game. It is about moving your targets life from one cup to another while the audiences attention is shifted away. This naturally means moving less balls. Killing five people is not only morally unjust, but it is difficult to pull off. To put it simply, kill less people. If possible only murder your target. Part 2: A plan One of the most important parts of the process is developing a plan. Within this section I will present a few as jumping off points, however the more original your plan is the more likely it is to work. One plan that I use frequently is the position of authority. The aim is simple, take over the authority of someone who has power over something others fear. This could include but is not limited to: Crime, disease, bodily harm, alien life, and more. Now keep in mind to steal this authority (unless you already have it) gets difficult with a few of these. Crime is usually at the front of the spotlight, you can't move the shell with everyone paying attention to it, and it is difficult to impersonate the HoS. Disease however. It can be so easy to impersonate the faceless lab rat in his secluded sick ward. So that is where I start. I break in, undetected of course, with an agent ID, and a gas mask. I fake an identity as a virologist and get a biosuit. Then I wait for the virologist to enter the hallway and allow me to slip in. (This may require coercing). After that I talk him down from the panic he is likely feeling at his new mysterious lab partner that showed up unannounced. Talking is key here, you have to talk to people. Simply sounding like you know what you are doing and belong there is often enough to convince people. Then you work with him for a bit so he trusts you enough to turn your back. Then you pull out an energy sword or other weapon and off him. Take his PDA and ID and dispose of him. Part 3: The murder After you have everything all ready you just need the right time. You need the crew to be focused elsewhere, for them to not notice one more person has gone missing. (I.e. spiders, rogue AI, or other traitors.) Then you use your position of authority to lure them to you, or a secluded area. For instance I use my new virology position to convince them that they need to come to the lab for an inoculation. This usually suffices. Once they are there use something of your new title to incapacitate them. Virologist can give them shots of sleep toxin claiming it is a cure. A fake HoS can cuff them. And more. Incapacitating them is crucial as SS13's combat is clunky at best and in a 1v1 you may not win. After that lop off their head, and clean up. Flee the area, switch ID's and be home free. Good day gentleman

When my bluespace particles realigned I found myself on the N.G.S. Cyberiad once again. As always I was Jerry Powell, as I was once called. This reality was one I relished. I had a good job as a virologist, nice soothing work. But something was new. A piece of paper in my hands from the Syndicate Organization. I guess in this reality I was very against NanoTrasen, something I could get behind. My mission was to protect Elisa Larkens, the Xenobiologist. This time I tried a new strategy. I came clean. I told her everything. It was then that I learned that she too was with the syndicate, so we teamed up. We worked together and forged me a new ID, as a xenobiologist so that I could be near her. She told me she had a target to kill. The cargo tech, Hunter. I told her I would take care of it. We both arrived in the virolab, and I sat her down in the sick bay and told her my plan. I handed her the energy sword and told her that when the time was right she deserved to do the deed. That was when some jackass fresh transfer walked in. I nervously said hello and asked if he was new. He said he was, and that he is used to smaller labs and wanted a tour. I obliged him. At some point after leaving him in the lab I went back and took the energy sword back. I told the new guy to follow me into the monkey pen, as though to show him something. I asked if how new he was, and he said he had some training but not much. So I started talking about antibodies and spitting out medical garbage. Then I took out my energy sword and started hacking him up. He managed to run all the way to the sick bay before I caught him. Once he was decapitated I started to drag his body away and asked Elise to pick up any left over bits of the late doctor up and toss them. It was as I was dragging him away that I got a PDA message from Hunter. He said that he was outside, with the viro crate, ready for the immunization. Shit. I was full force panicking. I gave Hunter the classic, "OOooone secoooond!", while I made things look presentable. I just dumped the body in a room he wouldn't see and showered up to get the blood off. I took a deep breath and answered the door. I led him into the sick bay and put on my act, he followed closely with virus crate in tote. "Alright take a seat both of you. Alright Ms. Larkens I hope you don't mind, but I was going to let our friend go first since he was nice enough to drag that heavy virus crate all the way from the cargo bay! Alright deep breath for me." I said as I injected him with five units of sleep toxin. "Now you may feel start to feel dizzy and tired after this." I continued through five more doses. "This is normal. It is your body building up toxin damage due to your lymphatic system working in overload." I finished with the final five doses in the syringe. "Now I am going to give you some anti-toxin to help with that." I state as I pulled out a second syringe of sleep toxin and emptied it into his veins. As soon as he was slumped over in his chair I gave Ms Larkens the signal, and she chopped his head off. We disposed of the bodies, their stuff, and booked it. I changed back into my xenobiologist identity, and prepared to head out. That was when I noticed her look at her mission statement. "How does one die an honorable death?" She asked. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as I heard this. It directly conflicted with my mission of protecting her. "Well really anything, as long as it has flair." I said nervously. "Come with me I have an idea." She said. On the way out I refilled my two syringes with sleep toxin, and grabbed a straight jacket. We walked back into her lab where she instructed me and her lab partner to sit down with her. Then she left the room and said she would return shortly. I told her lab partner that she intended to kill us but that we need not worry. He worried indeed, as he grabbed a fire extinguisher. Before I could reassure him further she returned. We all took our seats as she started to speak. "No Turno, we are both Syndicate Agents." She said calmly. "WHAT!?!?!??" He screamed. At this point I knew my time was limited. I had to protect her from herself. I plunged both my needles into her veins and emptied the sleep toxin into her instantly. She seemed hurt as she collapsed, as if she couldn't believe it. Her lab partner only got angrier. He began to move towards me as I put the straight jacket on her and buckled her to the chair. When she came to, she saw me being chased around the table by her angry lab partner armed with a fire extinguisher. Finally he caught me and began to bash my head in. My last words? "Don't harm her. She is innocent. Be good to her. Goodbye Elise. I am sorry." My spirit drifted away as I noticed him disposing of me and largely leaving her alone. It returned at the end of the shift and noticed with glee that she was still alive.

Name: Jerry Theodore Powell Current Age: 68 Age at time of death: 42 Age described in reports: Early forties Gender: Male Race: Human Blood Type: B+ General Occupational Role(s): In his life he was a dedicated man of science and medicine. However some of the absurd reports have him doing work in all manners of fields. Biography: Born on Luna in 2490, Jerry had a cushy up bringing, complete with the best possible education. He was accelerated through all manners of schooling; graduating with a PhD in theoretical physics from Luna Tech at age 24. From there he was hired by NanoTrasen to work on his theorized "bluespace" technology in 2514. From there he even began to work on technology to move people and objects. His famous experiment, dubbed the apple test, involved him moving an apple from his lab, to the top of a street lamp in New York; in order to demonstrate the precision of his new "bluespace gate". After that he talked over and over about trying to replicate it with humans, which he finally attempted in 2532. He decided he wanted to be the one to go through. However a bluespace trans-location event occured and he was killed. "He stepped into the gate, there was a bright blue flash, and he was gone. All that was left was his left hand, oozing some form of blood that glowed blue." said one witness. After that his hand was cremated and sent to family, and the doctor was presumed dead. However there have been some absurd and peculiar sightings of the doctor. People aboard space stations claiming to see him, despite him being dead. People who had never before heard of him, suddenly able to describe his exact look and mannerisms as if they knew him. But the people are clearly mad, as it could not be possible. Especially considering many of the sightings are at the same time in different places. Qualifications: A PhD in theoretical physics from Luna Tech. Employment Records: Hired by NanoTrasen in 2514 Security Records: Numerous crimes have been attributed to the late Dr. Powell, but not one has managed to stay on his record, as they are all after his death. Medical Records: Subject killed by a bluespace translocation accident. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): His dark brown eyes burned like anthracite furnaces in his melancholy face. His frame is slender and long.

I was Argile the Cool. Company man turned Syndicate Agent. I was posing as an engineer, and my mission was to steal the RD's jumpsuit. No easy task, to steal the clothes off another man's back. So I started to gear up. 1 voice changer 1 agent ID 1 laser sword 1 full set of default engineering tools 1 multitool 1 pair of insulated gloves I formulated my plan: Kill the virologist, pose as him, contact the RD telling him I need him to come to the lab for an immunity, then kill him and take the suit. I cased the target sight. I paced back and forth in the maintenance tunnels around virology. They are normally clear but today they were a buzz with activity. Engineers, security, and security bots all seemed to hang around. Three times I made passes at the door, but had to stop due to the passing security bot. They even stopped me from practicing hacking a maintenance door to figure out wires. Finally when the coast was clear I hacked the door and snuck in. I made my way through various locked doors into the decontamination room. I had been very careful to cover my tracks up until now. All I had to do was take a virology biosuit and fake it to make it. Upon opening the biohazard suit closet my heart jumped out of my chest. For inside was the virologist himself. He panicked as well, screaming before starting to run. All I could manage was a nervous hello before he darted off. I hoped that if I appeared non-threatening he wouldn't try and kill me. At that point I was certain security was on it's way, so I hopped into the closet and pulled a super man. I emerged in a biosuit, a new ID, and a degree in virology. At that point I stood around washing my hands waiting for security or the good doctor to return. They never did, so I started to hack the door inside. I psyched myself out and stopped halfway through, and went back to pretending to wash my hands. Eventually the doctor returned and almost pissed himself again. He was surprised to see me, but seemed glad to know that I was transferred by the HoP (*wink*) and not there to kill him. I shmoozed him up with talks of cures, and mutating viruses. In reality I could careless, but I knew that it calmed him. Then that damn security borg showed up. He asked my why I was hacking doors. This seemed strange to me, I just got a new ID how did he know? Apparently the AI spotted me hacking my way in and stopping halfway through. I made up some bullshit about a friend needing to know the wires orders. The borg asked me who my friend was. I said, "Argile the Cool. Odd bird that one." This seemed satisfactory to the robot, as he scolded me for my toolbelt but otherwise let me be. I dicked around with the doctor for a bit, until his back was turned. That was when I pulled out my sabre and sliced his head clean off. I gathered his ID, his headset, and his PDA; before flushing the rest down disposals. I used my agent ID to get the access from his ID before I flushed that too down the trash chute. All that was left of the crime were a few little specks of blood. Then the damn bucket of bolts came back. He asked me to open the closets in the lab, probably to check for bodies he knew in his head existed. After finding nothing he asked me where my partner was. I told him he went to go get food, which satisfied the robot who quickly left. I took the late doctor's PDA and messaged the RD telling him I had immunizations for the heads of staff and that he should come down right away. He showed up rather quickly saying he was outside. I told him (VIA the doctor's PDA) that I would send my assistant to let him in. At this point I arrived to lead him in. I sat him down on a bed in the sick ward, and told him I would be back in one second after I prepared the injection. I walked into the hall and got a vial of sleep toxin, and filled my syringe with it. Then went back into the lab, in full view of the RD who was behind some glass and pretended to fill my syringe from a vial of cure. Upon my return I injected him with my devilish poison and waited. He informed me his vision was going and that he felt dizzy. I assured him that was normal. When he passed out I decapitated him, and took his uniform. Unfortunately I forgot the sick bay has a window into maint, and was spotted. So I made my escape, switching IDs, and stripping off select clothing as I went. At certain points security tried to stop me, but the convenient lack of gravity made my escape possible. Moral of the story: Subterfuge OP as shit

Thanks for the tip >

Spawn in as a traitor engineer. My goal? Kill Yuri, the miner. I get to work making friends and gathering recources. I meet a clown who gives me bombs in exchange for some insulated gloves. I purchase an emagg, aaaannnd.... What is this? A new item!?!? Powered gloves... I bought them and put them on. After minutes of trying to get them to work I gave up. They would never work. I would have to do things the old fashioned way. I hacked my way into the mining shuttle dock and turned off the cameras and lights. I picked up a shovel and waited in the corner. I stretched out my arm and flexed my hand, when suddenly a massive bolt of electricity came flying out of my gloves. I was amazed. I grinned devilishly. I PDA'd Yuri. We talked for a time, and after he identified himself as an agent I convinced him to come back to the station. We agreed to meet in engineering. Knowing he was on my side made the betrayal all the sweeter. He came back on board, and looked shocked to find me huddled in a dark corner. "What are you doing here?" He asked, adding, "You scared me standing there. Creepy stuff." I responded, "Sorry friend I just couldn't wait. The syndicate sends their regards." A warm bolt of lightening struck him in the face, knocking him to the floor. I battered him in the head over and over until he stopped twitching. I tossed a few bombs at him for good measure. Then I emagged my way out. Morale of the story: Job specific traitor items are OP as shit.

I was with you that round. I did not think we would win.

I was born on Luna, to Savannah Staymates and Argon the Cool. She was a wealthy socialite. He was a member of the Wizard Federation. I never really knew either of them. He left before I was born, and she was often gone. Or drunk. I was raised primarily by my grandmother. She was a sweet lady. But I didn't have many friends. My mother tried to keep me a secret, as it turns out premarital wizard sex doesn't go over well with that crowd. But one day my life was turned upside down. My mother, who was home for a change, was looking out the window, as she often does. When I asked her what she was doing she told me she was waiting for dad to come back, as she smiled. A smile that dissolved as soon as a number of black cruisers pulled up outside our mansion. She took my hand and led me into the panic room. "Stay here for a few days. There is enough food to last you til then. After that I want you to make your way to the Wizard Federation headquarters. Just read this scroll on the outskirts of the city." she said shakily. I waited through, curled in a ball as I listened to shouting, stomping, and things breaking. I didn't understand what was happening. I heard my grandmother yelling just outside my door. There was some loud bangs, and the yelling stopped. I knew my grandmother was dead, but I had to be strong. After a few days in isolation I emerged. The house was ransacked. My grandmother lay dead, bleeding, and slumped in the corner. I packed a backpack full of the essentials and headed for the city limits. The journey took a few days, days filled with sleeping under bridges and avoiding the police; who may be looking for me. Finally I reached the city limits, and unraveled my scroll. As soon as I read it aloud, there was a bright flash, and I was not in the same place. I found myself in a vast library, filled with old men in blue robes. One notice me and approached me. "Welcome Argile the COOL. Son of Argon the Cool. Welcome brother." His voice boomed, and soon the others in the room echoed him. He explained that my father was a member of their order, and that this was their home; and by extension mine. He showed me my quarters, the training hall, the feast room, and the mundane library. He said I would have access to these areas until my powers manifested, but that I would be closely watched for when they do. In my time there I learned about many things. All the ins and outs of space stations. Their machinery, their engines, their laws, their medicines. The wizards said I was very knowledgeable, but not yet wise. I had grown taller, and gained a full beard. One not yet as impressive as their's, but I loved it all the same. In my later years I was a permanent fixture in the Federation, many were growing impatient at my lack of powers, but I made myself useful all the same. I took care of most of their book keeping for them. It was here that I learned the most about my father. I learned of his previous missions. 2540: Steal a family heirloom from Staymates manner on Domus Luna, ensure the safety of all inside. [Mission complete] 2542: Burn down the refugee center in New York Earth, ensure the safety of Fitz Powell. [subject requested new mission, reason: Lethality] [Request overturned] [Mission complete] [subject has requested leave of absence] [Granted] Towards the end of my stay there I could tell they were growing impatient. Even old Geralt the Patient was becoming weary. There were rumors circulating that I may never even have powers. After my fathers last mission was recieved, I was asked to leave. I woke up in the summer of my fifteenth year. I went to go and sort through mission texts, when I saw a new one. Subject: Argon the Cool 2556: Steal a NASA Void suit aboard the N.G.S. Cyberiad, escape on the shuttle alive. [[Mission failed, subject Killed In Action] I never knew my father, so I did not feel saddened by this loss. However as a result the Federation no longer wanted me around. I was sent away. So I returned to my childhood home, now falling apart due to the lack of care. I cleaned it up and lived comfortably there for many more years. I was now going by Argile the Cool, to avoid any legal issues involving my mothers side of the family. But on my 17th birthday I received a package on the door. I do not know how they found me, I had not attracted any attention, or even legally owned the house. But it was addressed to me. Under both my names. The package contained a dusty old NASA Void suit, and two notes. One was from my Father. It spoke of his last mission, aboard the N.G.S. Cyberiad. It mentioned someone name Sarea Elderway he was going to have drinks with, but also that the captain was trying to kill him. I guess I know what happened. The note pertaining to my mother was a crumpled up transfer order. Evidently she went to work for NanoTrasen after I left, and was moved to the N.G.S. Cyberiad a few years prior to my father going there. I hope they met. I figured it was best if I went to the N.G.S. Cyberiad to try and find my mother. I took the next shuttle there. I arrived and was told to strip down and wear this drab gray jumpsuit. I am glad I left the package at home, I do not think they would have let me take it. From there I figured I needed a job aboard the ship if I was to stay there for long. So I went to the recruiters office and signed up for engineering. From then on I was an engineer. I worked under Lyn Lovecraft. We were equal in age, but not in ability. While I may have had vast knowledge of the stations systems, she had been actually working on them for years. I very much enjoyed her company. The others were cruel and harsh, but she was a good boss. The station was dangerous work. Things explode, people die, people get murdered, monsters attack the station. I remember one shift we heard word of some biological entity attacking the ship. Lyn told me to grab some welders and to go fight it. I dawned my hardsuit and arrived to find a number of green, fleshy growths pulsating on the floor as they expanded outwards. People were using the welders to burn them, so I did the same. Some floating masses tried to attack me, but my hardsuit protected me. At some point I got close to it's heart and began to attack. But suddenly a large tentacle hit my hard in the head and knocked me out. When I woke up the blob was dead, and I had a robotic arm. They said I was lucky I was out, the pain drives most people insane. Things went on as usual until one shift, when Lyn was on vacation, and Luca Rio stepped. She too was a good boss, but not quite as humored as Lyn. It was an odd shift, people kept disappearing, I found two bodies rotting in the showers, and the captain was murdered by the HoS. Or I guess, not the HoS. People said it wasn't really him, although it looked a hell of a lot like him. At some point I looked on as a crowd savagely attacked him. Someone pushed me into them. All those angry people, with axes and metal pipes, lashed out at me, missing him. Taking an axe to the chest was one of the single most painful experiences in my life. I was on life support almost the whole ride back to CentCom. From there they tried to send me to a hospital station for surgery, but our shuttle was hit by something. I began to black out as I saw men in red hardsuits rushing towards me. I have since awoken tied up in a dark meat locker. This is my SOS, or my last will and testament god forbid. Please save me, I am so afraid. I don't know what is happening. They used so many needles, and I don't know what is real anymore. Please hurry.