>>979465
>Law Enforcement
> Check it out, someone might be having a stroke or something
"Move along, citizen. There's no monsters here."

>>979465

> Piloting
> Check it out, someone might be having a stroke or something

>>979465
>Engineering
> Check it out, someone might be having a stroke or something

And it's okay man, all I know about DS is what little I saw my friend playing when I visited his home, so i know even less bespides what I looked in the wiki

>>979487
>>979475
>>979471
Seems like everyone picked the same option but I'll wait a bit to see if someone breaks the profession tie.

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>>979490
LAW ENFORCEMENT!

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>>979494
You put up your pants and leave your stall. It seems the noise came from the one on the right, as you saw before the door is open. To give whoever is inside some warning you knock on the door. No response aside from a gurgling noise. You opt to cautiously open the door, wary of the unpleasant sight you might be walking into. “I really hope it's not some horny kids again” you mutter to yourself.
But an unpleasant sight it was, just not in any way you expected. A man with his forehead torn open, his suit covered in his blood, as is the wall next to your stall. The mystery is, there's no one else in the stall, so who could've done this?
>Inspect the... crime scene?
>Call your boss through comms, if this is a murder scene you'll need backup
>Get outta here, you're with security but you aren't paid enough for this crap
>Do something else? (What?)

>>979502
>Call your boss through comms, if this is a murder scene you'll need backup

>>979502
>>Call your boss through comms, if this is a murder scene you'll need backup

We have an sneaky murderer (from our point of view) and we are just enforcers, not detectives. Leave the brain work to the investigators. But do take into consideration the kind of injuries the victim had and KEEP your helmet on in case the head buster criminal is still near

Calling your boss seems like the best option. You're just an enforcer, not a detective, this is way above your pay grade. You wait for a brief moment before he picks up the comm line, the projection of a balding old man appearing before you.
“Sir, I've got a big problem here, a mur-” He interrupts you, speaking in a hurry.
“Officer, I was about to call you, there is an incident in the residential quarters. Can you get there fast?”
“I'm nearby sir.”
“Good get there.”
“About that, there was a m-” Great, the old bastard shut off the communications.
So now you have two problems to deal with and you didn't even get to inform him about this one.
>Stick around and see if you can find anything
>Hurry to the quarters, you can deal with this murder later
>Dio something else?

>>979520
>Stick around and see if you can find anything

>>979520
Hurry to the residential area. The best we can do is cordon off the bathroom with security holotape. If we don't have any, just leave.

>>979520
>>Hurry to the quarters, you can deal with this murder later

I assume that as an enforcer here, you have the tools to lock the doors forcefully. If that's the case, lock the crime scene so nothing goes in or out and hurry to the quarters. The sooner we deal with the boss's bullshit, the faster we can inform them about this much more important incident

>>979533
>>979535
Better do what the boss tells you to, but to be safe you decide to secure the area first. It doesn't take long for you to assign the door's permission to "Enforcement Officers Only".
As you arrive in the quarters you see a dozen of your peers pointing their pistols towards one of the apartments' doors. You approach them, and notice Officer Stevens is down for the count, a gaping wound on his abdomen. The medical staff is trying to keep him alive but he might be too far gone.
One your seniors sees you and motions for you to come to him.
“Hey, Phil, you have experience with breaching right?” He asks.
“Yeah, worked in a tactical team back on Earth”
“Good, you and two of my guys are going in”.
>Wait, what the hell are we dealing with?
>Alright, sir.
>Ask for extra back-up, it's usual to take more guys in a breach like this
>Do something else?

>>979544
>Alright, sir.

>>979548
>Alright, sir

>>979544
>>Wait, what the hell are we dealing with?

I thin we should know what we are dealing with before going in.

>>979548
>>979550
You've got to admit, you were missing the excitement of this kind of mission, but you're also shitting your pants. To make a hole like that in a security RIG? What kind of weapon does the maniac (or maniacs) in there have?
You and your fellow officers move in to the door while the remaining continue to secure the position.
“So how are we doing this?
>I'll take point
>I'll take the rear
>I'll go second
>Something else

>>979558
>I'll take the rear
Can't let anything surprise us.

>>979558
>>I'll take point

You are the experienced one, so take the lead

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>979574
>>979563
1 - rear
2 - point

The officer next to you opens the door, and you all rush in, him first, the other guy second and you taking the rear. Everything is dark inside, not a single source of light, which causes the guy taking point to trip on something. The guy coming before you almost shoots blind but you stop him and tell him to turn his goddamn flashlight on. You quickly check what the pointman tripped on. It was just a goddamn trash can. You order your team to check very corner of the current room, making sure it's clear. They inspect the place for a bit with their lights before confirming there are no enemies. Seems like good news, but you notice a trail of blood extending from the entrance to the bedroom and to the bathroom, something which both idiots failed to see.
>Check the bathroom, tell the others to check the bedroom
>Check the bedroom, tell the others to check the bedroom
>You all check a location (which?)
>Yell to whoever is in here to come out peacefully so this doesn't end badly
>Another plan?

>>979582
>Check the bedroom, tell the others to check the bathroom
Now that's embarrassing.

>>979582
>Check the bedroom, tell the others to check the bathroom

>>979582
>>You all check a location (which?)

The bedroom. The criminal can punch through a security RIG, we can't risk going alone or sending two rookies alone.

>>979582
>Check the bedroom, tell the others to check the bathroom

>>979582
>>Another plan?

Leave one man covering the bathroom door, check the bedroom.

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>>979594
>>979597
You decide you're better suited to checking out a larger area, knowing how poorly trained station security is they'd miss the perp if he was sitting in the bed. The two rookies head for the bathroom while you take cover next to the bedroom door.
You open the door almost at the same time as they do, quickly scanning the corner visible from this side you then move in and -
Fly back five feet when something rushes at you. The rookies leave the bathroom, likely having heard you crash on the living room's couch.
>Health Indicator at [9/10]
Your gun got thrown to the side, but you quickly grab it back. Focusing the light at whoever... or rather whatever it is that hit you, a shiver goes down your spine. A person, but not quite, it's limbs elongated, arms like spears and a gaping mouth screeching at the rookies.
They seem to be terrified, missing everything.
Your own hands tremble
>Take the shot (roll d20)
>Order a retreat (roll d20)
>Take cover and recollect yourself (d20)
>Something else?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>979613
>Take the shot (roll d20)

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>>979613
on the bed*
I should revise more thoroughly.

>>979613
>Take cover and recollect yourself (d20)
We roll after it's confirmed right?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>979613
>>Take the shot (roll d20)

Kill that shit! And walk away from the bedroom while you take aim

>>979623
You can roll first and I'll take the Best of 3 for the ones voting for that option.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>979613
>>Take the shot (roll d20)

hard and loose by god

Rolled 20 (1d20)

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>>979617
>>979624
>>979630
Oh my.

>>979631
Like the Markers are taunting you.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>979623
Looks like we're dead.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuaKaLkfS5E
Fuck this. Fuck this thing, fuck everything about this place. You shoot wildly spending half your revolver's ammo, and manage to miss the beast completely. The – thing – rushes one of the rookies and impales his head on one of his spikes, you swear you can see bits of his brain falling out and it makes you want to puke. The other rookie loses it and falls on the ground sobbing, his ammo is out and he doesn't seem like he's in the state of mind to recover.
You need to focus if you're making it out of here.
[d20 for all action]
>Just keep firing!
>Take a moment before you shoot
>Grab the living rookie and retreat
>Retreat alone
>Something else?

>>979645
all actions*

>>979645
>>Grab the living rookie and retreat

Gotta regroup

>>979645
>Grab the living rookie and retreat

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>979645
>Grab the living rookie and retreat

>>979652
>>979650
>>979654
Action course seems set, need 2 more rolls. That 6 is really bad news.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>979655

This is one of those quests where all of the rolls suck?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>979645
>>Grab the living rookie and retreat

Goddamit dice, don't fail me

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>979655

>>979665
Well, better than we rolled. Hope it's good enough.

>>979665
You've gotta get the hell out of this place, at least outside the other officers can cover you but here in the dark and shitting your pants is no place to fight a monster. After rushing to the rookie you grab him by the plate on his back and pull him, but the goddamn idiot struggles and makes you lose your balance. You regain it but not before the thing's mad swinging hits you. Thankfully it hit the plate, so you're a-okay.
A loud shriek hits your ears, but it's not the monsters'. The rookie's leg was ripped right off by one of the slashes and now he's shouting like a madman, but he's alive.
You drag him to the door, opening it in record time. The officers outside recognize it's you so they hold their fire.
>Continue dragging the rookie don't look back
>Leave the rookie nearby and take aim at the door
>Something else?

>>979680
>Leave the rookie nearby and take aim at the door

>>979680
>>Something else?

TOSS the Rookie away from the door and then take aim at the monster.

>>979684
>>979690
Oh yeah and, roll a d20, forgot to add that in.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>979690

Rolled 16 (1d20)

Having no idea how tough this thing really is you decide it's better to get back into the fight as soon as you get the rookie to safety. He's heavy while in that suit, close to a 100 kilos, but you manage to send him a good 2 meters away from the door. Hopefully the thing will focus on all the armed cops firing at it instead.
You can hear the growing chatter of civilians, it seems all those officers got the attention of the other residents. It all turns to screams once the monster exits through the door.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”
“JUST OPEN FIRE”
Every officer empties their guns at it, and so do you. A lot of misses, but by the time you're done there is nothing left but chunks of meat and a pool of blood.
The station director arrives moments later.
>Go give him your report first hand
>Check on the rookie first, he needs medical care
>Screw this, reload and go make sure that thing really is dead
>Something else?

>>979717
>>Screw this, reload and go make sure that thing really is dead

>>979717
>Screw this, reload and go make sure that thing really is dead
>Yell at the other guys to give the rookie help

>>979717
>>Go give him your report first hand

Need to let them know about the stiff in the bathroom, could be more than one of these things running around.

>>979717
>>Screw this, reload and go make sure that thing really is dead

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QndNDGHECj4
“Someone get medical help for officer Marcus” you shout, and you see the team that was taking care of Stevens rush to help the still living but gravely wounded rookie. But your mind isn't at rest yet.
You look at the remains of the monster. It could be alive. It could be, you know it within you. You need to make sure it doesn't get up, and there is only one way to do that.
Reloading a clip you move in next to the beast and proceed to empty another 6 rounds into the mass of flesh. Nobody protests it.
That's when you hear it, a voice, a whisper, but you can't quite comprehend the words. It's coming from inside the apartment.
>Follow the whisper
>It's just your mind playing tricks, go give your report
>Something else?

>>979750
>Something else?
Clear out the entire place the monster came out of with as much illumination and firepower as possible.

>>979750
>It's just your mind playing tricks, go give your report

>>979750
>>Something else?

Order the rest of the squad to stand ready for shooting in front of the door, you will either deal with what is inside or lure it outside for an easy kill

>>979750
>>It's just your mind playing tricks, go give your report

Your superior seems busy talking with the director, so you take the opportunity to gather some of the officers standing around into your own little incursion. He'll definitely be too busy dealing with this mess to nag at you later.
You tell two to keep the door open and provide some illumination and fire support while another four head in with you, providing extra coverage and light. The whispers seem to come from the bedroom, so you send two guys next to each wall, they check it and give you an 'all clear' signal.
You go in. It's still quite dark, but you are sure the place is empty. Still, the whispers are getting clearer and clearer.
They suddenly stop when you face the bedroom's inner wall next to the door, it's full of scrawlings which look to be written in blood.
“Make us whole”
Followed by some weird script that doesn't make any sense. You take a moment to photograh it with your suit's inbuilt functions, just in case.
At least the place is clear of hostiles.
>Go talk to your director, report
>See if there is any other evidence here
>Go check on the rookie, it was your fault he got hurt, you could've done better
>Something else?

>>979782
My bad, saw this just as I finished writing.

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>>979796
Pic for reference on the script.

>>979796
>Go check on the rookie, it was your fault he got hurt, you could've done better

>>979796
>>Go talk to your director, report

>>979811
>>979816
I'll wait another 10 min. so I don't miss votes again.

>>979796
>>Go talk to your director, report

>>979796
>See if there is any other evidence here
I smell some bullshit, we need incriminating evidence for blackmail and a pay raise. Or just to not get thrown under the bus.

>>979841
It's about time you went to give that report, so you head back out along with the other enforcers. The director seems to be calming down and reassuring the civilians. Director White is a dick, but you've gotta hand it to him that he's a master of bullshit if he can stop civvies from rioting after a display like this. Your superior and his lieutenant seem to have gone back to organizing the other officers, so it's a good time for you to approach the director.
Something comes back to your mind. The bathroom murder, could it be connected to this? It has to be.
White sees you approaching, so he lets one of his aides continue the talk with the residents and comes to meet you.
“Philips, I need you to tell me everything you saw there, every detail. This is of the utmost importance.”
You nod.
>Give him all the info on the incident, including about the scrawlings and whispers
>Give him the info and mention the bathroom murder
>Give him only some of the info (what to leave out)
>Something else?

>>979879
good nose but the wrong scent

>>979888
>Give him all the info on the incident, including about the scrawlings and whispers

>>979888
>Give him the info and mention the bathroom murder
Probably won't believe us about the whispers.

>>979888
>Give him the info and mention the bathroom murder

They'll probably send us to a unitary AA mett

>>979888
>>Give him the info and mention the bathroom murder

And get some scientists to analize just what the fuck was that monster. As far as you know, it could be a terrorist bioweapon.

>>979897
You've got the helmet on so he can't smell your breath. Thankfully.

>Hole in bathroom murdereds head
>Hole in rooks head
Guys....

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>>979888
[/spoiler]Its hereditary.[/spoiler]

You tell him everything, starting from what you were doing before you came to help with this situation and explaining your belief that whatever this thing was, it certainly had something to do with the mysterious murder in the bathroom. You even mention that the science team should have a field trip to inspect the monster and take samples, because this one is definitely a first for everyone. He listens attentively only interrupting you at the very end when you mention the whispers.
“Look son, I know you had a bad day and I'm thankful you've come clear about everything” he emphasizes the last word “But if you're having that kind of trouble I'll need to report to the psych ward, so you can get evaluation and counseling.”
>Refuse, he needs all hands on deck [d20 + whatever you can think of to convince him helps]
>Comply, head there immediatelly
>Comply but do something else first
>Write-in

>>979922
God, that one got me.

>>979915
I wonder who could be behind this?

>>979888
>>Give him all the info on the incident, including about the scrawlings and whispers
>>Give him the info and mention the bathroom murder

>>979930
>>Refuse, he needs all hands on deck [d20 + whatever you can think of to convince him helps]

Some strange creature is running around hacking people to pieces and scrawling shit on the wall and hearing whispers is what concerns you?

>>979930
>Refuse, he needs all hands on deck [d20 + whatever you can think of to convince him helps]
The whispers are the least of our problems. We just shot a monster to pieces. There might be more out there.

>>979930
>Refuse, he needs all hands on deck [d20 + whatever you can think of to convince him helps]
Looks like we will be going to that AA meeting.

>>979930
>Refuse, he needs all hands on deck [d20 + whatever you can think of to convince him helps]
>Ain't nothing gonna help me but seeing this squared away

>>979954
>>979953
>>979948
Looks like it's refusing, d20 best of 3 again, it's not a hard DC.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>979958

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>979958

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You refuse vehemently, a monster in the station and he's worried about your mental stability? He should be more worried about everyone's bodily integrity instead, 3 dead and one injured in the span of fifteen goddamn minutes. It doesn't take much for him to budge.
“Alright, alright, you've got a point. But please, talk to Doctor Reed when this is all under control, I'm sure she can help you get a grip of this.”
After a brief pause where he seems to ponder something, he begins speaking again:
“I'll get a team to check on that bathroom crime scene, if you want you're welcome to accompany them. Otherwise report to the sergeant for your next orders. If you'll excuse me...”
He sends some written messages on his comms then goes back to his aide.
>Go check the bathroom scene, the others shouldn't take long to get there
>Report to the sargeant instead, he probably needs the help
>Screw this, you're going to get some rest
>Something else instead?

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>>979996
Wrong image.

>>979996
>>Screw this, you're going to get some rest

Some time to cool down, that shit must've done a number in your sanity.

>>979996
>Report to the sergeant instead, he probably needs the help

>>979996
>Report to the sargeant instead, he probably needs the help

>>979996
>>Report to the sargeant instead, he probably needs the help

Dead space 4 never.
:(

>>980037
It's being made, the whispers told me.

Had to make a brief pause.

You head back to the other enforcers. The Lieutenant is gone, but your Sergeant is still around, seems like he's briefing the rest already.
“We're in charge of securing the residential zone as well as the entertainment and business areas. Miller and his boys will be forming one team to defend this area” he gestures towards a group of 12 enforcers “But since we're down 3 men that leaves only 9 men in the other area, for that reason I'm going there along with Philips to help secure the location” He looks to you and you nod to confirm you've understood your orders.
A few minutes later and you're back where you started the night, sitting around the pub.. With you are two officers and the sergeant himself, the other 7 guys have divided into a group of 4 and a group of 3 and are patrolling other parts of the business district.
The patrol shifts are as dull as they can be when everyone is on edge
Nobody seems very talkative.
>Try to break the ice, tell a joke (what?)
>Try to make conversation
>Just keep your chill
>Go get a drink
>Something else?

>>980094
>Try to break the ice, tell a joke
How do you organize a space party?
Give up?
You planet! (plan-it)

Just to clarify the chain of command here:
>director
>lt
>sarge
>corporals (like miller)
>regular officers & you (who get some special treatment due to having real experience and not being a 'mall cop' like most officers here)

>>980116

“So, how do you organize a space party?” The others look to each other, confused by the sudden interruption of silence.
You wait to see if any of them have a reply, but they just seem confused.
“Give it up yet?”
“Just say it already” your sargeant replies.
“You Planet”
After a few seconds one of the rookie officers starts laughing, while trying to hold it back. The one next to him just facepalms and sighs.
Your sergeant just shrugs “I'm glad you can keep your sense of humour, in times like these...”
He doesn't get to finish that sentence, as he is interrupted by a sharp metallic sound in the adjacent store.
“What was that?”
>Let's go check it out
>We call for back up and wait here before we move in
>It wasn't anything.
>Write-in

>>980161
>We call for back up and wait here before we move in

>>980161
>>Let's go check it out

Best we radio it in of course

>>980161
>Write-in
Deck ourselves out in the heaviest gear possible and do a storm trooper welcoming party.

Calling for backup and having it turn out to be nothing will make us look pretty bad and incompetent/cowardly.

It would provide grounds to order us to a shrink "due to trauma from today's events."

>>980190
>>980183
So 2 for checking it out, writing.

“Let's go check it out.” The sergeant agrees and orders the other officers to gear up.You use comms to contact both other teams and inform them you've got a suspicious noise you'll be investigating.
After you're done you grab a pulse rifle and a grenade, then group up with your squadmates.
“We're doing this fast and quiet” informs the sarge as you all stand in front of the store, a small restaurant.
You notice the place has a glass front, with a door in the middle and two large wall-like windows on each side. But one detail you remember is that this place has a connection with the adjacent bar's storage room, through the back.
>Offer a battleplan (what?)
>Just go with your Sarge's orders
>Turn back, maybe it's best to get back up
>Write in

>>980230
>>Just go with your Sarge's orders

Safety in numbers

>>980230
>Just go with your Sarge's orders

>>980230
>Offer a battleplan (what?)
Tap on the glass, make alot of noise in the front, stick some road flares into a garbage can in front of the window across the street, then quickly sneak around back and surprise em.

And it turns out to be a cat!

You go with the flow. The instructions you get are pretty clear and you can't complain about how thorough the man is. After checking the entire front of the restaurant, including under every table, it's time to move into the kitchen.
The team goes in, and immediately the smell of blood fills your nostrils. One of the rookies spots the body first, near the backdoor that leads to the shared storage. You feel something is off about this, your gut tells you there is something you're missing.
>Check the body
>Check the storage first
>Send someone to check storage
>Write in

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>>980293
>Check the storage first
Fugg

>>980293
>Check the storage first

>>980293
>Check the storage first

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Better to be thorough about clearing every area. You head to the storage room, but as you open the door you notice what seemed off. Footprints. Specifically, boot prints in blood, leading from out of the storage not in-
Luckily you turn back just int in time to see the monster lurking on the ceiling, it looks like the first one but has no les, a long deformed tail coming out of it's rear instead.
You've managed to spot it before it pounced.
>Open fire!
>Retreat, everyone fall back to the front
>Write-in

>>980293
>>Check the body

I mean, whatever is in the storage is still going to be there. Best to radio in to the other teams

Oh yeah and d20 bo3 please.

>>980330
Sorry mate.

>>980328
>>Open fire!

>>980328
>Retreat, everyone fall back to the front

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>980345
>>980339
1 - fire
2 - retreat

>>980328
I wanted to say look up, but I'm to slow

>Open fire!
Hit hard and hit fast, but most importantly, hit first!

Last time we didn't try to kill on sight we lost a guy.

>>980328
>Open fire!

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Poor guy must've been working a late shift when he got ambushed in the storage.
He tried to run and got stuck here instead, the noise you heard was probably from the monster.
Is this thing intelligent? That's fucking horrifying.
Did it know you'd come and check this place if it made a mess?
Did it expect you to go into the storage where it'd be easier to trap and attack you?
Screw all those thoughts, whatever it is you know it can be killed just like the other one.
You open fire, the others follow suit. It leaps out of the way and next to you but gets hit a couple of times.
It's getting ready to leap again, and it looks like it's aiming for the sargeant.
>Kick it out of the way
>Just fire again
>Tell them to fall back and try to get it's attention again
>Write-in

how do you hunt a hunter?

This time I'm gonna actually need a d20, gave you a free pass on the other one since the DC was really low anyway.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>980382
>Kick it out of the way

>>980382
>>Kick it out of the way

>>980398
pls rol

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>980382
>>Kick it out of the way

Kick/stomp command STRONG

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>980382
>Kick it out of the way

become the Hunter-Killer, or just buy Heckler and koch! Bad pun, fite me figgit

>>980403
Can't let this leaper get one of your guys, not another one, not on your goddamn watch. You move swiftly and throw your weight behind a straight kick to it's face, but with such momentum that the kick becomes a stomp. Your foot crushes the monster's head against the wall. After that you quickly back up against the opposite wall and take aim.
It's still alive but it doesn't look like it can sense anything as it's just flailing around attacking thin air.
>Finish it off with a few shots
>Conserve ammo, beat it to death
>Write-in

>>980408
Kek

>>980416
>>Finish it off with a few shots

>>980416
>Conserve ammo, beat it to death
Use your leftover rage and fear.

And in case you're wondering you're at
Revolver - 6/6 + 6
Pulse Rifle 45/50

>>980416
>>Conserve ammo, beat it to death

I think we should keep one mostly intact so the science guys can analyze it better. The other specimen is random chunks of meat after all.

>>980416
>Finish it off with a few shots
Tempting to beat it to death, but a cornered animal can still be dangerous even when wounded. Read something in the zombie survival guide, ammo is cheap to spare when there is no cure to being bitten.

>>980416
>>980428
Eh, may as well try and be badass
changing to

>Conserve ammo, beat it to death

Or use the kitchen knives and butcher blades to hack it to death, for some weird sense of poetic justice.

'It's time to finish this', you think to yourself as you bat away the leaper's claws with the butt of your rifle. You stomp on it's back, then grabbing each of it's flailing wrists you pull, and pull, harder until you feel the muscles in your back flare in pain and you hear the sickening sound of bone and meat ripping from bellow you. In a moment it stops moving as you dangle both of it's ripped off arms at your sides.
“Holy shit” one of the officers mutters.
“I think I'm gonna puke.”
“Good... good work officer” the sargeant manages to let out.
A minute later you're all sitting on the restaurant's front, the monster remains secured in a meat container you got from the storage area.
Your sargeant seems to be using his comms but a worried expression appears on his face.
>Ask him what's wrong
>Just keep your guard up, where there is one there are more
>Try to make the situation less tense again, chit chat
>Write-in

>>980485
>Try to make the situation less tense again, chit chat
"Soooooo,....anyone want to grab a drink after this?"

>>980485
>Just keep your guard up, where there is one there are more
We know whats wrong, either there's more SHTF dead people like the chef, or hes freaking out about us.

>>980485
>>Ask him what's wrong

Looks like the we are the only competent guy here among all those mall security guards, we should take initiative and tackle the issue that's troubling the sargeant

>>980439

We should really try to get a plasma saw eventually, once we discover in-character how useful that kind of stuff is in to dismember necros.

>>980510
>>980500
>>980496
Gonna wait for the 4th guy since he might break the tie.

>>980500
>>980485
I concur

It's best to just keep it to yourself and be ready for action. If these things are half as smart as you think they are then you can't waste time not focusing on your surroundings.
You're aware it might come off a bit paranoid, but it has saved you before and it will save you again.
The sergeant closes off his comms and sits on his chair, apparently pondering something, the rookies just idle around, one of them takes off his helmet to eat some food he found on one of the tables.
Then the lights go out.
Your flashlights turn on automatically, but in moments the power is back on, followed by the alarm system blaring from every corner.
“Warning to all personnel: Explosion in sector 3, the hangar, requesting that all citizens stay where they are.” the PA says, it's the directors' voice.
You all look to the sarge for guidance.
“Let's stay put, we have orders to secure this place”.
>Sir, with all due respect but we need to be where the action is!
>Alright, we stay put
>Maybe ask him what was worrying him, it might have to do with this?
>Write-in

>>980584
>Maybe ask him what was worrying him, it might have to do with this?

>>980584
>Maybe ask him what was worrying him, it might have to do with this?

“Sarge, what did you see on the comms?” he seems alarmed at your question. “Sarge?”
Despite some initial reluctance he opens up. “The other two teams... they aren't picking up the comms, but it's probably nothing, definetely nothing” his voice falters at the end.
Wait, was he just going to keep that information to himself? You can't understand how someone can be this stupid.
>We have to go look for them, to hell with this
>Okay let's stay put and wait for contact, it wouldn't be good if we all went missing
>Write-in /say or ask something

>>980584
>>Maybe ask him what was worrying him, it might have to do with this?

>>980642
>Okay let's stay put and wait for contact, it wouldn't be good if we all went missing

>>980642
>>Write-in /say or ask something

Gather up some able bodied citizens and deputize them.

>>980642
>>Write-in /say or ask something

"Those creatures could be behind this. They can punch through RIGs like hor knife through butter, they could have easily killed the other teams. Stay sharp and stay together"

>>980652
There's a couple of stragglers left behind in this area, but the majority of unimportant personnal (that is, civvies) is in the residential zone. Mostly just command, maintenance, doctors, scientists and security still out of it.

>>980655
More or less this, Regroup and re-arm.

>>980661
may as well hole up then.

Perhaps we could relocate to the bar? I'm sure it's more secure, unless it too has a glass front.

“Those creatures could be behind this. They can punch through RIGs like hor knife through butter, they could have easily killed the other teams. Stay sharp and stay together"
Sarge and the others consider your words before one of the rookies speaks up.
“It can't be right, Miller is a tough nut to crack no way he got killed by a bunch of space zombies!”
“No. Philips is right, these things are a menace which we aren't trained to deal with” says the now calm and focused Sargeant. He breathes in.
“We need to prepare a position to defend ourselves in.
>Maybe the bar? (alcohol, the counter is decent cover, only 2 entrances
>Here (glass front gives you perfect view of the outside, only 2 entrances)
>The bank (single entrance, multiple desks to use as cover, but you might get trapped in)
>Clothes shop (lots of places to hide in, 3 entrances)
>Write-in?

>>980684
>when you keep a players type
Well goddamn me.

Taking up a name by the way.

>>980684
>Maybe the bar? (alcohol, the counter is decent cover, only 2 entrances

>>980684
Which has the least unorthodox entrances?
We aren't getting btfo by some vent dwellers

>>980684
>>Maybe the bar? (alcohol, the counter is decent cover, only 2 entrances

We could also try to weaponize the alcohol and make improvised molotov bombs.

>>980699
Bar has the back and the front doors.
Same for the restaurant.
Clothes shop has two "street" entrances and a back one for employees.
Bank has just a single door, it's not guarded or reinforced since it doesn't need to be and it's just there to do bureacrat work on transactions.

You didn't bother getting to memorize vents because before this that kind of layout intel wasn't useful.

>>980684
>>The bank (single entrance, multiple desks to use as cover, but you might get trapped in)

Shouldn't the bank likely have a security system that we can take advantage of? Cameras, sensors and the like, perhaps even a guard?

>>980721
Like I said, it's not guarded or reinforced, altough they do have a security camera system.

>>980721
I want to gather up manpower and stock up on ammo and weapons.

I don't be like Alice from RE or Jim from 28days later, finding out were are pretty much fucked by being surrounded.

Also, did the Sergent not communicate with any of our superiors or supervisors? Only with the now out of contact team?

>>980730

Right.

I think security cameras are better than nothing.

“The bar” you say “That's our best option.”
Everyone nods in agreement, or at least they just defer to your judgement.
Getting there the rookies work on setting up a barricade, while your sargeant goes through the motions of making molotov cocktails with the alcohol.
“You sure that's a good idea sarge?” one of the officers perks up.
“What do you mean?”
“Fire, in a space station, y'know.”
>Keep making cocktails, the place is made of metal goddamnit
>Stop, it's a terrible idea we'll end up screwing this somehow
What about what you do to help?
>Write-in

>>980742
He only talked to the other teams, you do know the director is fine because he was on PA but you or the sargeant haven't asked for a sitrep on the other sargeants and their zones of patrol.

>>980761
Talked as in tried to talk, you get what I mean right folks?
I make so many silly mistakes.

>>980769
Isn't there a police HQ we can hole up in, or a hospital? they tend to be more solidly built structures, unless your on the set of the first Terminator movie.

>Write-in
Talk up the Sarge, try and get him to talk to the other guys on patrol, mention where we are and that we are fortifying this place, so others may come to us if they feel like falling back to friendlier territory.

>>980761
>>Keep making cocktails, the place is made of metal goddamnit

Stuff is already blowing up on the station, won't hurt adding a little fuel to the fire.

Take a look around outside the front of the building, see if anything suspicious is going on.

>>980799
And share info so we can get the bigger picture.

>>980761
>Keep making cocktails, the place is made of metal goddamnit
>>980799
>police HQ we can hole up in, or a hospital?
If the horror movies have taught me anything is that those places are the worst ones to hide in

>>980761
>>Keep making cocktails, the place is made of metal goddamnit

"We won't be able to re-stock our ammo here, we need to make use of anything. That and the RIGs should offer more protection against heat and fire than against the lethal limbs of those monsters."

As for how to help, you are the one with the most experience dealing with those monsters and have the nerves to handle the stress, so you will stay closer to one of the entrances and lure them to a "kill zone" where our squad can make swiss cheese out of them or set the on fire.

>>980799
That would be the command area of the station, where the director currently is.

>>980810
>>980799
>>980819
>>980820
Okay so how about:
>keep making 'em
>get the sarge to talk to the other teams
>check the outside
>then set yourself up in a 'luring' position while your guys set a fire-line behind the counter
Would that be a fine mix-up of all the varying options?

>>980853
Sure

>>980853
Fine by me.

>>980853

Sounds good.

>>980853
Sounds functional

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You decide to offer your opinion. "We won't be able to re-stock our ammo here, we need to make use of anything. That and the RIGs should offer more protection against heat and fire than against the lethal limbs of those monsters." The officer grumbles something but doesn't seem eager to debate with you. Maybe it's because of your little display earlier.
The sarge is about to go back to his cocktail making when you interrupt him again.
“Hey, have you tried contacting the other teams? It might be good to inform them we're holed up in here and the others are missing.”
“Well I'd need to spend some time talking to each individually. I'll just send a message to command and ask them to relay the intel.”
“Fair enough.”
He does so, and to your surprise the director informs you he's rerouted the troops from the hangar to here, which is strange. Why leave it unguarded?
You brush it off and decide to check the outside again. Things seem mostly quiet, most people who stayed are doing so against the director's orders so they'll probably just stay hidden. Or so you think until you see some weird civvie girl running out of the bank. Might be worth checking?
>Pursue her, this is weirder than usual
>Shout something at her?
>No, just stay with your group and set up your fire line
>Write-in

>>980935
>>Shout something at her?

>>980957
I should've been clearer.
What do you wish to communicate to the civvie?

>>980935
>Shout something at her?
"Hey, girl! It's dangerous right now! Come over and we can protect you."

>>980935
>>Shout something at her?

"That place's no safe, come here!"

We can't really move away from our killzone, so shout her to get her ass in the bar

"Hey, girl! It's dangerous right now! Come over and we can protect you." She stops.
Turning around you can see the hesitance in her face.
"That place's no safe, come here!" She takes her time to decide, but ultimately runs back towards your position.
She thanks you and you lead her inside, the others don't seem to mind.
It's only logical that security do what they can to protect the citizens.
The girl takes a sit at the counter, you notice she's not carrying a gun or anything for her own defense.
You take your position at the front then order your team-mates to cover.
“So what were you still doing here” you one of the guys ask her.
“Nothing” she answers with uncertainty.
>Seems fishy, question her (what?)
>Whatever, keep your mind in the game
>Tell them to keep it quiet
>Write-in

>>981027
>Seems fishy, question her (what?)
>Write in.
Really? Not robbing the bank or running from multi-bladed monsters? Or both?

Jokingly of course.

>>981027
>>Whatever, keep your mind in the game

>>981027
>>Seems fishy, question her (what?)

"What were you planning going to the bank?"

With this monster outbreak going on, we can't be too paranoic about the motivations people has to be in danger zones. And keep your eyes on the entrance while you interrogate her

>>981063
>>981062
>>981074

10 minute break, got a tiny situation here at home.
Writing asap.

Back mates, just cleaning up others' messes here.

“Really? Not robbing the bank or running from multi-bladed monsters? Or both?”
She stutters before managing to reply“Nothing! I – I work with... Wait monsters”
Her eyes widen. “What do you mean monsters?”
Could it be that the information hasn't spread? Impossible, a station of this size even
if the director put a lid on things the civvies at the residential area would spread the news.
Is she really dumb or is she hiding something?
>Negotiate, “Answer my question and I answer yours”.
>Press her “It doesn't matter, now speak or I'm throwing you out with them”
>Just explain the 'space monster' situation
>Write-in

>>981169
>Negotiate, “Answer my question and I answer yours”.
Fair trade

>>981169
>>Negotiate, “Answer my question and I answer yours”.

>>981178
>when you're writing a dead space quest and hear a dripping sound from behind you
Thank god it was just the AC.

“Answer my question and I answer yours” you say in the most affable tone you can manage, which is to say 'not very'.
“Okay, okay. I work with IT at the bank, I was just... just setting up a few major transactions, everyone headed home so the boss asked me to do it.”
To corroborate her story she flashes you a couple of credentials with the bank's mark on them.
That seems like a semi-believable answer. You proceed to explain the whole situation with the
monsters and the carnage that ensued. She's speechless at the end, probably taking it as well
as everyone else.
>Now press about what she was – really – doing
>Just leave her be, keep your watch. Things have been quiet. Too quiet.
>Try to cheer the spirits, somehow? (write-in)
>Write-in

>>981229
>Reensure her they will be fine and we get through this
>Try to cheer the spirits, tell joke
Q: How does Jupiter hold up his trousers?
A: With an asteroid belt.

>>981229
>>Just leave her be, keep your watch. Things have been quiet. Too quiet.

I do believe surviving monster apocalypse is more important.

>>981250
>>981248
Gonna wait 5 then roll if no breaker.

>>981248
>>981229
High spirits mean high chances!
Christ, we're all gonna die by the end of this

>>981295
“How does Jupiter hold up his trousers?” You hear a groan from one of your fellow enforcers.
“Not this again” he says. The sarge and the other officer just wait for your answer.
“With an asteroid belt.” Well at least it got everyone to smile, even the anti-bad-joke rookie.
The girl seems to have accepted the situation already as well, altough it might just be she
really don't quite understand the mess she's in, having never seen one of the monsters.
The silence sets in again but is quickly broken, this time by her.
“So, what're your names anyway? I'm Carla”
>Introduce yourself formally, Officer Philips
>Introduce yourself informally [what IS our first name?]
>Write-in?

Meanwhile:
"I've got them in my sights, have we got permission to engage?"
"Positive, you may approach the targets, remember to eliminate them without giving any chance to fight back"

>>981349
>>Introduce yourself formally, Officer Philips

>>981349
>Introduce yourself informally
Jerry

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>981360
>>981354
former - 1
latter - 2

“Officer Philips, ma'am” she's a bit taken aback by the stiff reply.
“I'm Steve Gomez” says one of the other officers, while also lifting his palm for some reason.
“Sargeant Anderson” sarge says in a dull tone.
“Well my name is P-” the rookie couldn't finish his words before his brain was splattered across the wall.
This isn't any monster, there is no way. You'd recognize that kind of damage anywhere, there's a goddamn sniper onto you.
You and the remaining team get to cover, looking outside you can see a group of 3 armed men heading your way, garbed like goddamn maniacs.
Wait a second, you recognize those symbols.
>Tell everyone to open fire
>Tell everyone to hold, try to lure them to you so the rest of the team can shoot at them when they're distracted
>Throw the 'nade
>Get Sarge to throw a molotov
>Write-in?

>>981398
>Tell everyone to hold, try to lure them to you so the rest of the team can shoot at them when they're distracted
wtf?

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>>981398
And I forgot my pic again.
This is more or less how they're dressed.

On another note, fixed up a twitter account in case you guys feel this deserves a continuation.
https://twitter.com/RedMarkerQM

It's likely this thread will be up tomorrow so I can continue.

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>>981398
>Tell everyone to hold, try to lure them to you so the rest of the team can shoot at them when they're distracted
Fucking Cultists, REEEEEEEE

>>981398
>>Tell everyone to hold, try to lure them to you so the rest of the team can shoot at them when they're distracted

>>981398
>>Write-in?
oH SHIT NIGGA IT'S ON.

Ok
>1
Molotovs out there now, for smoke cover from the snipers and such as well as more difficult to engadge us

>2
In the chaos one frag and fuck those assholes up.

>3
Someone confirm our entrances are secure and we are not getting flanked

>>981405
It's cultists like the other anon guessed.

Gonna write in a bit, just let everyone vote.

Rolled 18, 17, 6 = 41 (3d20)

>>981415
>>981414
>>981405
Can you guys roll me a d20 then?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>981442
Maybe

>>981459
....please tell me this is a best of three

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>981442

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>>981459
Well it's best of 3.

>>981465
Yep.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>981442

>>981465
And I forgot to mention it before, but you don't have critfails. Crits do "erase" the highest result however.
>>981474
>>981469
Wew

Rolled 11, 7, 6 = 24 (3d20)

You order your crew to stand down and begin firing at the maniacs. They lay down a barrage of fire in response. The wall you're behind is holding up decently but there's pieces of glass from the windows' flying everywhere.
When it's clear they're all wasting ammo on you, the rest of the team knows it's their time.
You get out to take a look and see they managed to take down two guys, at the same time you hear shouting from behind you.
Sarge tells you the girl got hit, and you pray it's nothing severe.
From the other street another group of cultists comes up, 3 of them. This totals 4 of these freaks and one sniper.
You try to see where he might be firing from, and just as you do your instincts tell you to go down again. A bullet flies where your head just was, hitting the floor. How did you know that would happen?
>Use molotovs to cover the entrance
>Try to sneak around the back, maybe they don't know about the storage area
>Keep firing and hope for the best
>Write-in plans
Remember d20 bo3 and you can mix up and add stuff to your plans lads

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>981487
>Try to sneak around the back, maybe they don't know about the storage area

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>>981487
>Try to sneak around the back, maybe they don't know about the storage area
Time to remove cultist

>>981487
>Use molotovs to cover the entrance
It will provide a screen

>Write-in plans
We're leaving grab the Civie and we're getting out of here through the back. Grab the Rookies Ammo and gun, for both necessity and duel wielding

If we stay we're going to get swampped by these nuts or the sniper will pick us off.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>981510
My dice

>>981510
>>981487
I do support all of this however.
This little firefight oughta be drawing necromorphs too, although we wouldn't know that

>>981516
>>981501
I don't know how to feel about this quests' rolls.

Still one more roll or we go the 1 since it erases the 19.

Who's gonna be our hero?

>>981527
Universe wants tough mook to die, but we refuse

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>981548

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>981548
I'm just not going to roll. It seems the Marker is truly calling to me

>>981556
You decide a tactical retreat trough the backdoor is your best bet. Using the molotovs to cover the entrance you quickly join your crew behind the counter.
Carla got shot in the shoulder, but it doesn't seem like it made a mess of her, just civvies being civvies you suppose.
Sarge grabs her by the waist while you get the spare pulse rifle. Poor rookies, none of these guys deserved this.
You open the door and the team rushes behind you, crossing the storage and getting the restaurant's backdoor, you wait for a while and hear the cultists entering the bar, they'll realize it soon so you've got to move fast.
Everyone rushes out the entrance and away from the fight while they're distracted. And then you feel it, a hot warm sensation spreading through your chest. You look down and see a puncture in your armor, blood pooling around your lower ribs.
>No time to die, move to the elevator
>Fuck this, stay around and provide covering fire to your mates' retrat
>Ask the rookie to help you, which will immobilize all your guns
>Write-in

>Health Indicator at [4/10]

>>981579
I just realize you got both 1s.

*covering fire to your teammates' retreat

>>981585
>Fuck this, stay around and provide covering fire to your mates' retreat

>>981585
>stay around and provide covering fire to your mates' retreat

>>981585
>>Fuck this, stay around and provide covering fire to your mates' retrat

>>981585
>No time to die, move to the elevator
I suggest we get the fuck out of here...but I don't trust myself or anything. The Marker already has me anons

Screw it, you're done for might as well use your last moments well.
After telling the team of your plan you head to a pillar protruding from one of the nearby shop's walls and ready yourself behind that small piece of cover.
It doesn't take long for the cultists to notice your ruse and rush back out, they take aim at your colleagues who are trying to get to the elevator. Not on your watch.
The element of surprise lets you take one of the enemies down and wound another, but soon they concentrate fire on your position.
You're pinned but at least your friends have safe passage away from here. The sniper must be trying to relocate to a point where he can see this area, you think, so you have time for one last moment of glory.
The grenade in your hands feels heavy, and you falter just long enough for you to hear gunfire coming from behind the enemy position.
Could it be...
You peek from your pillar to see the cultists being torn down by the reinforcements the director said he'd send.
The cavalry really came, and you fade into unconsciousness with a smile on your face...

That's it for now (I'm really goddamn sleepy), the thread will probably be arrive so I plan to continue tomorrow afternoon.
See you lads!

>>981622
Thank you for running.

>>981622
>thread will probably be alive*
Like I said, sleepy.

>>981625
Thank you for playing!

>>981622
thanks for running

>>981630
Make us whole

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>>981670
Make us whole

Resuming in a moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QndNDGHECj4
At first everything was quiet and dark like the starless nights back on earth. Until the whispers started, softly almost as if caressing your ears at first but slowly building up to a maddening buzz.
The darkness gave place to the bodies of all the people you had seen die in this station, their skin covered in those same mysterious sigils that appeared in the apartment and on the invaders' armor.
You wake up in a sweat, with ragged breath. Instinctively you try to get up but a sharp pain on your chest makes you reconsider, instead you simply take in your surroundings.
Many beds surrounded by medical equipment, a few men and women in white coats walking around. It's pretty clear you've been taken to the med-bay.
“Don't worry, we're safe here, officer” you hadn't noticed the sergeant sitting a few meters away from your bed.
> “Did everyone make it?”
> “Who brought us here?”
> “What's our situation?
> “How bad was it?”
> Write-in

>>983177
>“Did everyone make it?”

Despite looking around again you don't see Carla or Gomez around. “Did everyone make it?”
“They did” he grins “Barely a scratch aside from your situation, that girl's wounds were superficial enough that they sent her home already, officer Gomez escorted her there and should be back in a moment.
“And while we wait for him let me break the big news to you. We've been reassigned to the squad that rescued us so we're ordered to guard the medical sector until further notice.”
“We just stay here then?” says your fellow officer as he arrives on the scene.
“That's what the director ordered yes. That said he asked for someone to transport the remains we collected to the laboratories, which I will be helping with.”
>Ask to join him in transporting the remains
>Choose to remain here
>Question him about your injuries, are you fit for duty?
>Write-in

>>983199
>Question him about your injuries, are you fit for duty?

Upon being asked if you're fit for duty the sarge grimaces. “Not exactly” he gets up and leans on the closest end of the bed.
“A hole in your chest is nothing to scoff at, but the doctors said you're stable.
Usually you'd be stuck in that bed until you recovered, but the director asked for all
personnel whose injuries haves stabilized to return to the field.
Those are the orders, but be sure after all you did I'm not pressing you into it.”
>Stay here, it's safer to guard somewhere since you're injured
>Insist on going to the lab, you might learn something there
>Question him about something else? (what?)
>Write-in

>>983205
>>Stay here, it's safer to guard somewhere since you're injured

>>983205
>>Stay here, it's safer to guard somewhere since you're injured

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>>983208
>>983207

You opt for the guard duty and he seems like a weight is lifted off his back.
“I'll be glad knowing you're safe. Gomez and you are the only two officers left from my squad.”
He takes his leave, the other officer following shortly behind but not before thanking you,
probably for the whole 'I'll stay and cover everyone' stunt you pulled off.
It seems you're left here with your new assigned squad which you've yet to meet,
but the place doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger.
>Gear up
>Don't geat up
And what will you do while you wait for your services to be needed?
>Maybe visit that psychiatrist the director recommended?
>Look around for any supplies you could find
>Go meet your new squad
>Write-in

>>983205
I should've worded it as
>safer to take guard duty
or something.

>>983222
>Gear up
>Look around for any supplies you could find

>>983231
'Better be ready for anything' you think while suiting up and grabbing your weapons.
You look around for any extra supplies, coming up with two small medpacks,
some ammo and an extra grenade from the supplies cache you assume was brought in by the security squad.
>Revolver (6/6+6)
>Pulse Rifle (50/50)
>x2 Grenades
>x2 Small Medpacks
>Health Indicator at [7/10]
After you're done with your inventory management you...
>Find your new team
>Find the psychiatrist
>Patrol on your own
>Write-in

>>983251
>Find your new team

After a minute looking for the local squad's sargeant you spot him sitting next to a barricade at the
medical sector entrance.
One of the grunts spots you and speaks up “Hey look, it's the new guy up and walking about”
“Bet you're glad we showed up to save your asses.”
“Shut up O'brian” his superior, or rather, your superior gets up to greet you.
“Welcome to the 3rd division's 3rd squad. I know you've been roughed up but
from what the other survivors told me you're a tough one to break.”
He offers you his hand and you shake it.
“If you're ready to get to work I need someone to patrol the east wing, the surgical block”
>Alright, time to go 'do your beat'
>Give me some time, still gotta recover a little more (go do something else? What?)
>Write-in

>>983267
>Alright, time to go 'do your beat'
>Tell a joke: Q: Does an apple a day keep the doctor away?
A: Yes, but only if you aim it well enough.

>>983267
>Alright, time to go 'do your beat'

“Alright, I'll go patrol it, sir.” He nods and goes back to his seat.
“But before that, stop me if you've heard this one: Does an apple a day keep the doctor away?”
“Well, yes, but only if you aim it well enough.”
They all seemed puzzled at the question, but you get at least some grins out of everyone.
Upside of all this is that you've finally found a more receptive crowd for your jokes.
You take your leave and head to your patrol area. The hallways in the surgical block are pretty narrow.
Narrower than the usual ones, maybe it's to save space for the large rooms the doctors operate in.
The place isn't empty, and you see there's about half a dozen surgeries going on at once, one of them you could see was the removal of a monster spike that had impaled a man's thigh.
After about half an hour of boring patrol you get a comm call:
“Hey, new guy, one of the doctors reports he heard some weird noises while he operated in one of the surgical theaters. Go check it out” you acknowledge your orders and move to the specified room.
It's pretty clear a surgery took place here recently, blood is splatter on the table and on the floor, a large rotating saw sits on the surgical table along with other instruments and a curtain separates the room in two.
The room is apparently empty, but you've got a weird feeling pulling on the back of your mind.
>Check the ceiling, a leaper again?
>Check behind the curtain
>Inspect the room further
>Write-in?

>>983302
>Inspect the room further

>>983307
Can you roll me a d20?

I really oughta remember to put that in the updates.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>983315

>>983318
>>983318
You trust your instincts and focus on every detail around the room.
Nothing seems to stick out, until some small splatters near a duct come to your attention.
There's no way the blood splattered all the way from the surgical table onto the duct,
it's just not possible. 'The answer is simple' you think, as you move around the table for a better view of what's inside, your eyes meeting the whitened eyes of a monster, 'it's one of those goddamn sneaky bastards'.
You...
>Take aim and wait for it to come out
>Shoot before it leaves the duct.
>Write-in
d20 for action

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>983325
>Shoot before it leaves the duct.

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>>983330

Taking it out fast is what matters, these things are dangerous if you let them get close.
You open fire on the duct, tearing the metal apart and blasting the beast behind it a few new holes.
When it stops twitching you stop shooting. “Threat neutralized” you inform your superior through comms.
But you soon realize that was far from true, when you hear the sound of something heavy dropping down on the hallway outside the room.
>Aim at the window
>Aim at the door
>Open the door and head for confrontation
>Throw a grenade
>Hide behind the curtain to ambush it
>Write-in?
d20, etc etc

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>983344
>Hide behind the curtain to ambush it

Back. I'm wondering if I should make a new thread, not really used to quest management.

What you need is the element of surprise.
With the window covers down it's likely the monster can't see what's inside, so you position yourself behind the curtains and wait.
Moments later you hear the sound of bone crashing against metal, followed by footsteps inside the surgery room.
You hold your breath and wait for just a little while longer, as it doesn't take long for the beast's steps to move back towards the window.
>Now, attack it from behind!
>No, wait until it's out, combat's not necessary right now
>Go for the saw instead, you could conserve ammo
>Write-in
Roll again.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>983375
>Now, attack it from behind!
Well, the thread isn't in auto-s*ge mode yet. That's only if it's three days old. You can make a new one if you want.