TheClosetMailman

4 laws broken, but who listens to an IAA

If he didn't tear every shirt off because biceps.

Guess i`ll die honk

Welcome to Baystation 13 no wait-

11 days till.... i dunno

9 one-eyed marksmen, but depth perception-

4 borgs, strange-

2 dead clowns, but they don`t count as crew.

Eight Eighties driving by

Bay straight up has no objectives, you make your own. Its a bit hard to adjust to, but so far it has resulted in: A chef trying to hijack the ENTIRE ship to turn into a flying restaurant. A unathi trying to escape back to his home world by stealing the armed shuttle. A traitor trying to out-duel the Captain. A deck technician trying to make as much money as possible by selling the ship to vox. As theres no real greentext either, if a traitor loses, they usually surrender easily or at least avoid killing people.

Now, this is a tale from the far reaches of Baystation, onboard the SEV Torch. It had been a quiet shift, everyone was either talking or working, the poor janitor had been attempted murdered by the mime, but survived and the mime was swiftly arrested. Everything seemed fine, except... The mime had been a mere puppet for something far worse, a mindslave trying to fulfill his masters impossible wishes. That master were currently loading a revolver in a dark spot. Loaded and with spare ammo, he hid the gun in his pocket, the joys of holdout weapons, and continued towards the brig, intent on retriving his puppet. The first officer got a single shot on him, but to no avail, the puppeters work vest deflecting the shot, soon the officer fell on the floor, clutching his wounds as he begged for mercy. "Please! I surrender! I SURRENDER" He begged, but the puppeter was already unloading his revolver and putting in new bullets, the pain of a non-removable magazine. Another officer came rushing to his aid, firing his tazer but missing every shot as the puppeter evaded each shot, continuing to load his revolver. Aware of the threat, the officer pulled his lasergun instead, took aim and fired.... BOOM He had hit a transfer valve, causing it to detonate, filling the hallway with smoke and debris, allowing the puppeter to fully load his gun in relative peace. The puppeter took aim and nailed the officer right in the head, thankfully just a fleshwound, but enough to incapitate him. Another officer showed up, an unathi, an angry female one armed with a big laser rifle. The puppeter took aim and nailed her right in the head... She stumbled, she screamed in pain, but was still standing, the bullet had lodged itself in her snout, the bleeding wound.... Healing, blood drying and clotting, new scales growing.. She took aim and fired, dropping the puppeter with a well aimed shot to the leg. That day, Alfred learned that Bay Unathi were a tad different from Para. He lamented his lack of knowledge as he bleed out on the floor...

5 victims shot with said caneguns, barely got a scratch

Im impressed but also just.... What Great work

Made of TWO vox legs

*Scream

8 vox chasing a masked fellow, what could he have done

I still don't trust that IPC All IPCs are demons-

3 rude voxes!

My pet peeve? The obvious valid-hunters everywhere. Held a flashlight in my hand, instantly have someone shove me over, take it and tried using it on me because they believed it as an E-flashlight Another one, was a greyshitter as usual, lockpicking into places i shouldn`t be, including the teleporter room. Captain and blueshield is waiting for me there, fair enough, i surrender. BS fires lethals, runs dry, unveils axe and starts chopping. All because "BUT HE TATOR", thankfully the cappy was quick with a baton. I understand entering High Risk zones are a punishable offence, but a straight lynching-

4 IAAs already filing the paperwork

2 cops already here, don't Cole.

Four feet, what

One joke too many, Taacs fault i bet

WE CAN FIX THAT, NO PROBLEM

8 is just Virgo on a sunday