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Ethan Online Character Sheet The Vulture RAU had been following the wild human for a while, it had been communicating with the local SAU. Apparently, this one had been suspected on leading a raid on the Denver Zone, and it was going to be followed to its hive. Wild humans tended to cluster but for the last day it had not. The local SAU sent the word to purify it, as it was deemed to be too close to the Organic Processing Center. The Vulture started buzzing the wild human and spraying the nanoburn neural toxin. The Vulture makes a circle shape of the sickly looking red crowd around as the wild human vanishes into a fog that rolled in as the sun set. He was ready for the nanoburn, but the important part was getting away. The Vulture meant that tinmen had a bead on him. He knew that they were going to start dropping exterminators, or worse, actual smartbots. He emerged from the fog hopeful that the AI would circle the same drat area and make it toxic for the next 40 years instead of it outright killing him. There were a few bushes and it looked like actual grass surrounding a cave, Ethan took about a second to decide, before dashing into the cave. The caves had him stay safe, but who the gently caress knew if this one was safe. Dashing into the darkness, he wanted to move as fast as possible, after all there could be Vermin or a Hovercat in here. He had lost his loving night vision getting out of Denver. At least, the things chasing him were tigers with robotic parts. He shivered as he ran down the tunnel, until he reached the end, and then he crouched, panting at his exertion. Safety first, taught that back in the day of Radio Free Earth, He looks left then right into the opening, as far as he could see it was clear. He stands up straight and steps toward the light. "A loving street lamp?" He looks in shock, Vancouver didn't like power running unless they were camps or facs. He looks a bit more carefully around and slowly steps toward the light again. This time he kneels down and examines blood stain on the ground, "Looks sloppy, loving cyberbeast follow me all the way loving denver zone?" He thinks bitterly. He pokes at the blood and rubs it between his fingers. This was fresh, and the cyberbeasts didn't really hunt silently. He would be quiet as a loving mouse now on. Finally sure that there was no zoneganger or exterminator trap, he steps out of the fog into the light. His body concealed by his worn and torn armor, the only identifying mark on his clothes a big red V on his shoulder. His back a litter of guns an almost alien one in his arms. His face obscured by a what appears to be a gas mask, its filters ragged and a bit worn, as if they were remade. His helmet dented and worn along with the rest of his outfit. His backpack appeared to be heavy on his back, but his step light and methodical. He was in the light and knew it. He stops looking at the Marysfield sign and cocks his head. "loving Washington Zone? Great now I have loving WASPs to worry about, I wonder how close to Boston this is." He whispers to himself. He shakes his head and moves into the covered area, his eyes toward the fog. After all if this was an outpost they would have opened fired at a crazyhorse, and it wasn't like he had loving papers. He hits a button on his rifle, and it lights up oddly, a screen appearing in front of it complaining in red. After a while the screen disappears and the gun rests in his hands hovering, He slowly turns his masked face toward the building, not expecting an old human residence to be brightly lit AND filled with anything. Character Sheet pre:Name: Ethan CP: 333 Height: 6'0" CP Used: 331 Weight: 180 CP Left: 2 Eyes: Gray Hair: Brown ATTRIBUTES CP CP TOTAL: 214 ST 13 30 HP 15 4 DX 14 80 Will 13 IQ 13 60 Per 13 HT 14 40 FP 14 Basic Lift: 33 Basic Speed: 7 Basic Move: 7 Dodge: 11 Languages Spoken Written English Fluent Fluent Culture Vancouver Zone Native Advantages CP Notes: Total: 53 Combat Reflexes 15 Fit 5 High Pain Tolerance 10 Resistance Disease 10 Immunity High TL: 5 10 x2 to equipment Signature Gear 3 30000 Talent: Hacker 5 * Attractive 4 Intuitive Mathematician 5 Disadvantages CP Notes: Total: -55 Nightmare -5 Light Sleeper -5 Workaholic -5 Sense of Duty -5 Small Group Poor -20 Quirks CP Total: -5 Like: Romantic Comedies -1 Dislike: Non Organics -1 Cautious -1 Scarred -1 Flashbacks -1 Denver Mission Skills Stat/Diff Stat Mods Level CP Notes Total: 97 Acrobatics DX/H DX-2 12 1 Armoury(Body Armor) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Armoury(Small Arms) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Beam Weapons(rifle) DX/E DX+2 16 4 TL:10 Brawling DX/E DX+2 16 4 Camouflage IQ/E IQ+0 13 1 Chemistry IQ/H IQ-2 11 1 TL:10 Climbing DX/A DX-1 13 1 Computer Hacking IQ/VH IQ+0+1 14 8 TL:10 Computer Operation IQ/E IQ+0+1 14 1 TL:10 Computer Programming IQ/H IQ+0+1 14 4 TL:10 Cryptography IQ/H IQ+0+1 14 4 TL:10 Detect Lies Per/H Per-2 11 1 Diplomacy IQ/H IQ-2 11 1 TL:10 Driving(Car) DX/A DX-1 14 2 TL:10 Driving(Construction) DX/A DX-1 13 1 TL:10 Driving(Tracked) DX/A DX-1 14 2 TL:10 Elect. Ops. (Comms) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Elect. Ops. (EW) IQ/A IQ+0 14 2 TL:10 Elect. Ops. (Security) IQ/A IQ+1+1 15 4 TL:10 Electrician IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Electronic Repair (Security) IQ/A IQ+1 14 4 TL:10 Electronics Repair(Comm) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Electronics Repair(EW) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Escape DX/H DX+0 14 4 Explosives(Construction) IQ/A IQ+0 13 2 TL:10 Explosives(Fireworks) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Fast-Draw(Knife) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1 Fast-Draw(Pistol) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1 Fast-Draw(Rifle) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1 Fast-Talk IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 First Aid IQ/E IQ+0 14 1 TL:10 Forced Entry DX/E DX+0 14 1 Forward Observer IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Gardening IQ/E IQ+0 13 1 Gunner(Machine Gun) IQ/E IQ+0 14 1 TL:10 Guns(Pistol) DX/E DX+1 15 2 TL:10 Guns(Rifle) DX/E DX+0 14 1 TL:10 Hiking HT/A HT-1 13 1 Leadership IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 Lockpicking IQ/A IQ+0 13 2 TL:10 Mechanic(Auto) IQ/A IQ+0 13 2 TL:10 Mechanic(construction) IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 TL:10 Mechanic(Robotic) IQ/A IQ+0 12 1 TL:10 Melee Weapon(Knife) DX/E DX+0 14 1 Observation Per/A Per-1 12 1 Running HT/A HT-1 13 1 Scrounging Per/E Per+2 16 4 Set Trap(Demo) Explosives/H Explosives(demo)+0 13 3 Smuggling IQ/A IQ-1 12 1 Stealth DX/A DX+1 15 4 Survival(Desert) Per/A Per-1 12 1 Survival(Mountains) Per/A Per-1 12 1 Swimming HT/E HT+0 14 1 Wrestling DX/A DX-1 13 1 Equipment: Starting Wealth: 6000 Money Spent: 5996.11 Money Left: 3.89 Location Armor DR Skull Light Infantry Helmet 18 Face Air Mask 10 Neck Reflex Suit 12|4 Torso Reflex Suit 12|4 Arms Reflex Suit 12|4 Hands Reflex Suit, gloves 12|5 +3 cut/imp Legs Reflex Suit 12|4 Groin Reflex Suit 12|4 Feet Assault Boots 12|6 Melee Weapons Damage Reach Parry Notes Punch 1D-1 cr C 0 Bare Fists Kick 1D cr C,1 No Bare Feet Dagger 1D-1 imp C -1 Ranged Weapons Damage Acc|Range RoF|Shots Notes Glock 17 2d+2 pi 2|160/1800 3|17+1(3) Bulk -2, Rcl 2 Ruger Mini-14 5d pi 5|500/3200 3|20+1(3) Bulk -5, Rcl 2 Captured Laser Carbine 5d(2) burn 12|500/1500 10|28(3) Bulk -3, Rcl 1 Item Location Weight Cost Notes Reflex Suit All 8 1200 12|4 TL:9 Assault Boots Feet 3 150 12|6 TL:9 Air Mask Face/eyes 6 100 10 TL:9 Light Infantry Helmet skull 3 250 18 TL:9 Captured Laser Carbine Back 5.6 * 9200 Glock 17 Belt 1.9 600 TL: 8 9x19mm Dagger Belt 0.25 20 Mini-Toolkit Belt 2 400 TL:9 Filter Mask w goggles Belt - - DR 10 face, DR 4 eyes Sharp protection Gloves Hands - - DR 3|1 Backpack Back 3 120 Quickrelease 40 lbs Captured C Cells x 10 Backpack 5 * 200 Ruger Mini-14 Back 7.5 650 TL:7 .223 Remington 9x19mm Ammo x10 Backpack 6 320 TL:8 .223 Remington ammo x7 Backpack 6.3 196 TL:7 Electronic Lockpick Backpack 0.2 1500 TL:9 Captured Contact SQUID Backpack 5 * TL:9 20000 Filtration Canteen Backpack 3 180 TL: 9 Personal Basics Backpack 1 5 First Aid Kit Backpack 2 50 TL:9 Extra Filters x10 Backpack - 100 10 for air mask Traveler’s Rations x 14 Backpack 7 10 Lockpick Gun Backpack .5 50 Radio Belt - - Memory Card Belt - - Orders/Map of Chicago Geiger Counter Belt 1 - Detects Radiation Holdout R. Laser Pistol stashed 0.35 - TL 11 B Cells x 4 stashed - - TL 11 Wristwatch(fancy) - - - TL 11 Spare Parts Backpack - - TL 11 Tailored Suit - - 1300 Status 2 Waredrobe - - 600 Status 0 Encumberance Combat Weight 30.75 OoC Weight 78.1 Combat Encumberance None OoC Encumberance Medium Axe-man fucked around with this message at 18:21 on Sep 24, 2013 |
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Ethan - Marysville Station The voices and people from the store made him jump. "People here? Calling for me? This is a loving trap or they are idiots." He looks at them and shakes his head making a circle motion with his hands, before putting a finger up to his filter. He then points to his V on his patch and looks at them curiously. Even a loving Washington Zone idiot knows of VIRUS... and knows the heat that would be caused by taking him in. He wanted to make drat sure they knew, so he could make sure to bail on them before the exterminators came.
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Sep 23, 2012 02:05
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Ethan - Marysville Station He crouches down and walks slowly, toward the door, checking each exit, before moving his mask and whispering harshly. "Be quiet. Stop Yelling. Vulture in air." He knew it was a loving trap now, but he didn't have a choice the fog wasn't too helpful for cover anymore, and blood meant bad things. He moves into the door keeping his back away from the others, if there was a redjack it might come out now. He moves with his back against the near wall and glances out the door. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 02:18 on Sep 23, 2012 |
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Sep 23, 2012 02:15
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Ethan - Marysville Station He moves his mask a bit to let his mouth speak clearly, "Only have Ethan, headed to slave camp to get my folk. Most likely sterilized and processed, but you know tinmen." He looked back and forth between all of them including the smart bot, that was interesting. He jerks his thumb toward the big one and nods "That one? Is it hacked? Or are you all WASPs, and do I have Chrome on the way?" No use with the bullshit, either they were trying to lull him into a sense of security or not, he was outnumbered and out armed, he was just a progger. No way he could kill them all before they killed him.
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Sep 23, 2012 02:30
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Ethan - Marysville Station He pulls his mask back, and looks at the smartbot, no AI. This could be good, he thinks a moment his mask blocking any expression from his face. He then reads the newspaper, he flips through the newspaper somewhat bored, this was all fantasy. He then looks to the... he didn't quite know. If it was not an AI then this could be very very bad, but also very good. He decided to take the middle ground. He pushed his mask forward again. "Okay, this is fine. Lets say we aren't in Vancouver zone. Which side are you all on? This other worlds bullshit can't have me be the only one where the tinmen won?" He looks from face to face, if he came through then someone else might have. A redjack, a Lilith, maybe a cyberbeast. He wasn't going to mince words. The large creature hissed at him that he had poison on him and he cocked his head to the side. "This Nanoburn? Harmless, maybe not if you expect to live forever, but if you aren't all rolling on the ground, then frozen, then dust you'll be fine. Those nanomachines need the right concentration in you with the poison to kill you." He looks at her like she was talking about the strangest thing on earth. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 02:55 on Sep 23, 2012 |
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Sep 23, 2012 02:50
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Ethan Looking around the station he takes stock of things, his back still against the wall, he looks at the large creature. "Squirrels are good to eat. Rat though gives you more options, less gamey. What are you, if not an AI?" He looks around again, and flips through the newspaper, he hadn't had a book to read in a while, and with the AI's they tend to write it the same drat way. He shook his head, until he heard the word "What is a tinman." Then he laughed. The low coarse laughter seemed more like coughing but even that was done is an almost whisper. It was like Ethan had spent his life talking as quietly as possible, and he answered the man's question. "AI, Artificial Intelligence. They released the 4 big plagues then the vaccines so we gave them the military bots. Thats when they attacked, anyone they couldn't get down fast they nuked, and well those they could? Well wished they had been nuked. Now, the lucky ones get in camps, the worst ones..." He looks off in the distance and stops talking. They had been in tubes at all around him, each one without a top of their head, just a little neural bundle. Glass in their bellies... producing. Captain had taken lead and was shooting them, had to be sure they couldn't be factories. They had been women once goddamn it. He wasn't a shooter, he stayed back with the tech guys, as always, setting explosives. Had to take them down, drat this had already happened. That is when the beast started howling, the redjacks had been there all along. They turned and shot Captain in the back. He was raising his rifle and aiming. Then he was back, he had gone silent for a full ten seconds, and suddenly jerks his head. "What? Tinmen, they are bad, they are bad." He turns off his rifle, a red error messege flashing before it turns off.
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Sep 23, 2012 03:14
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Ethan "First, gotta check the perimeter. Radio doesn't lie, we gotta check for Vermin, or Hovercats. If I can get through they can too, and I don't fancy getting a needle in me in the night and not waking up." He gets up and stretches his legs. On hearing Astra, he leans against the wall as someone approaches him, she had been in the back before. A 'scan' made him wary, but no bot he knew had anything that wasn't contact. If she was a changeling then she would try to get closer to him, and if she was harmed would explode killing everyone. He cringes as she comes closer, his rifle instinctively tightens in his hands. "Okay Scan, but do it fast, if it will get you all not to shoot me." He says with his mask fully on, muffled by the plastic.
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Sep 23, 2012 03:40
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Ethan "Threat or not, doesn't matter. Sound choice to make if you got a typhoid mary, had to do a few like that. I don't have any worry cause I got a vac as a baby." He looks from one to the other, this was an odd group. If they weren't thinking about killing him then they weren't going to be very effective if they came back. He looks around his eyes going to the walls and vents as much as he can. "You'd not hear anything from those bots, they are passive. Programmed to be pest control, usually for the small ones. They aren't duct cleaners, but if you are anywhere near a tinman site, they are all over the place. They also kill rats and anything else. Dumb bots, but effective bots." He shrugged as he looks out the door again.
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Sep 23, 2012 03:54
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Ethan Shrugging, he looks around intensely around the room, not really concerning himself with what they talked about. He waits nervously for them to be scanned looking around at his surroundings somewhat ansty. He shifts position and holds his rifle higher as a new voice sounds out in the room, then forces himself to relax. He looks from face to face, before deciding to check the corners and outside for any threats.
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Sep 23, 2012 04:13
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Ethan "Dust, maybe. Hard to tell, could be from the hyperfac, lots of bad stuff around them." He starts looking around more throughly, he walks toward the nearest door and notices the scorch mark. He tries to open the first door nearest him, that says 'Employee's only.' "So what did you lock in here?" He asks the others. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 05:07 on Sep 23, 2012 |
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Sep 23, 2012 04:50
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Ethan He turns toward the Tel Aviv woman and nods, "I get you in if you get me out. I'm a progger and BandE expert. Since this place doesn't have any bots, nothing to hack on that part. I'll get my lockpicks out." Ethan digs in his pack and walks toward the door indicated. As he does, he answers the strange clean woman, Astra she said. "Well there might be two things. One might be the Vulture bot over head spraying nanoburn, or it might be when I went through the toxic waste to get into Denver. Ai's don't care much where the stuff that is toxic to humans goes after they are done with it. Either one could do it!" He gets in front of the door and starts checking it for anything that could trigger an alarm or traps. Since Doc said that there wasn't anything of danger I'm going to assume that there is nothing to find, but still splitting my post
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Sep 23, 2012 05:29
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Ethan "Is the bot clean? I can check." He looks at the dog warily and then goes back to the door. Going back to business, he uses his lockpicks to easily open the door. The door swings open, revealing its secrets to everyone. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 06:24 on Sep 23, 2012 |
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Sep 23, 2012 06:07
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Ethan Moving away from the dog, he looks into the ticket office a bit closer. Double checking every surface he can find. It isn't that he expects to find anything but rather finds the absence of anything. He turns to the dog still walking toward him and stops saying "STOP DOG" speaking slowly and clearly. He looks at the owner with a cocked head and looks to the others. "This room seems defensible, places to hide, not sure the walls could take much attack. Also, how sure are you that this dog is clean? I can take a look over it, as long as it has a smart bot, I should be able to look inside it. Changelings could take it over, if they wanted too. Then we have a bomb that will stealthily inject us with poison or, just explode." He wanders around a bit looking up and down everything, before settling on the vending machines. "I assume we are rationing these?" He says pointing to them.
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Sep 23, 2012 06:36
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Ethan "Food. You don't ration we all starve, and I'd rather not starve." He points to the vending machine and looks in the lock trying to determine its difficulty. He looks them over and they don't look old or tainted at the very least. He puts his lockpicks back in his pack. He turns to look the other parts of the small station and sit on a bench.
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Sep 23, 2012 06:49
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Ethan "Thats how you know it is still good. If it is watery or has a bad smell don't eat it. Radio Free Earth knew how to keep someone alive. You eat whatever you want. I'm not going to stop you, but it is safe to say that I at least can eat it." He turns and walks away not waiting for a reply. He turns toward the pretty boy and nods "I heard down south they have green humans being created. Nasty, VIRUS didn't say anymore about them, but then with Mexico City in the way? Who could say." He shivers at the thought of the absolute wasteland where even the ground was full of nanobots trying to eat you. "Hunted? I was hunted when I was born. I have been a crazyhorse since I was allowed to be. Only reason I'm alive today, is that the AIs don't consider us enough of a threat to focus on. Though they might. Mexico City did... there is nothing left. No grass, no trees, no fungus, no bacteria, so I'd say I'm drat lucky to be hunted. I tried to go south cause I thought Vancouver was bad... I didn't know. The alternative..." He drifts off and focuses on the task at hand. "This has running water even? Insane." He looks around at the overly bright clean room, and considers this one of the best places he has lived in his entire life. He then pushes open the mens restroom. Time to clean up and get some water.
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Ethan Turning on his rifle, he checks all the stalls methodically, under and over, also all the vents. Though nothing appears to be out of order, he still doesn't trust it. Hell, it was the only thing that kept him alive most of the time. He was unsure whether or not he was actually on a different world, or in fact, had stumbled upon some plan to invade the other Zones. He thought the matter over as he religiously started to wash his equipment and himself. He starts thinking of the strange people outside the door. Tel Aviv Doctor was obvious, appeared religious, she would be one that got into the resistance groups and found out the AI's dirty laundry. Ethan had never been religious, but he had heard of Islam being taken over by an AI on the radio, and knew that it was safer to believe in nothing. Less leverage to control you with. The big bird... well, he didn't exactly know the name, but she seemed to be an uplifted or brought back animal. Caracas, maybe? Berlin is a good possibility too, they were the wild zones, heard weird reports about them. Phoebe that greeted him was obviously a Washington Zone plant. She must have all the lingo down for it, cause he didn't know any Crazyhorse rebel that would talk like that. Astra who had introduced herself in the strange get up. He didn't know much about that tech she had, but maybe Beijing plant? Hard to say, didn't know much about that area. The pretty boy with the dog he didn't know what to think about him. The dog was obviously fancy, and very showy. He didn't know where it came from, but he was going to have to sweep it at one point. If it had any wireless contact with the AIs, it could be infected or have a backhack. It looked like a smart bot too, but he didn't know what its purpose was for. Must be a new zone, he heard Brisbane had strange reports, but he had no clue what purpose it would serve to send him there. His armor now cleaned and repaired slightly, he looks to himself. His brown hair has a scattering of white hairs in it, and his stumble was getting long for the mask. His grey eyes staring back at himself, and over his shoulder before he gets out his dagger, and starts shaving his face, his thoughts drift to the group again. The one that didn't consider herself human, obvious Caracas plant. Makes sense since the green humans were normally part animals. For whatever reason this one didn't have the fur though. It was beside the point, makes sense to have a condescending green human. The last was the human in combat gear, looked way to new, also didn't have the normal Washington tags. Maybe London? Doesn't have the accent, but there are a lot of refugees there. As long as you don't bother the bots and get any type of radio, microwave or anything else signal, you can live pretty good. He finishes shaving, and cleans both his face and knife with a rag he had. He takes off his shirt and checks for any sores or wounds. His chest and back a crisscross of scars and cuts. Before he had been in Virus he had been his enclaves scavenger, when you are 12 and 13 you don't really wear much armor. He snickered at a few of the scars, none of them deep enough to be really dangerous, but drat did they hurt. After shaking off his clothes, he starts cleaning and checking his weapons, and his thoughts to the purpose that he was here for. It was obvious that he was here to test these models out. They must have seen him hack into the Denver hyperfac and wanted his 'help.' These are all the organics Vancouver had developed for it, and he was invited to come along and help with the other zones. The other worlds comment from Phoebe and the fake newspaper made sense, she was from Washington, she most likely thinks she came from a unrelenting desert in an irradiated wasteland. Washington Zone was all about the bad intel, and this is just more perfectly fitting together. Each 'world' was just going to be a different zone, and they would need his ability to get in, or some intel. Thats fine he would play along with these 'worlds', but he knew the real leverage that they would use against them. They would know that he knew that they knew he knew. They had his family, and while they were going to be sterilized, he could maybe get them out alive if he played along. It was so obvious, that is why Silver Mine was empty, and well, his family being sterilized was both and good and bad thing. At least Carmen, his brother, would be happy. Finally, he looks down to his armor and dons it after attending to more hygiene that he could using a rag and a bathroom sink. Ethan finishes his cleaning then looks in the mirror. He ruefully pulls the red V off his arm and tosses it in the bin next to the sink. No need for that anymore, not when he is working for the loving tinmen. His brown hair short and ragged against his head, he thinks of shaving it but decides against it for now. Don't think lice will be a problem just yet, this place looks way to clean for that. Ethan emerges from the bathroom, looking worn but at least refreshed and clean. His mask off, his chaotic hair and gray eyes now visible. His face is dominated by a scar down his cheek, and several knicks and cuts healed along his jawline. His gray eyes are always searching the room. He goes toward the benches and sit down, the clunk of his backpack against the floor resonates through the room.
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Ethan Looking over the the two women talk about their 'Worlds' he decides it must be their conditioning, can't fault them for that. He decides to join in on their conversation and moves closer, hefting his heavy pack. He moves toward them carefully, not wanting to startle them and get knifed. "You went to Mars too? I was told that we sent someone there before everything went down. Don't know what happened to them. We had a few moon bases too, don't know what happened with them. Where abouts are both of you from? I'm from Silver Mine." He nods to them, looking left and right at the others.
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Sep 23, 2012 18:28
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Ethan "Yeah, south of the border is bad for us too. Is it basically barren and filled with killer botbugs for you too?" He quips back nodding. He wasn't sure he remembered where Virgina was, but he remembered it on a map. "In my, 'world' I remember Virginia being mighty small. Yeah, what Astra said. I haven't been around much, Vancouver is pretty safe for the most part, the rest are either death traps, or Denver... no one likes to be in Denver since the beasts came out." He nods his head, an eyebrow raised. He was beginning to think that THEY didn't know that they were being fooled. He could accept that.
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Sep 23, 2012 18:40
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Ethan He looks away as they talk about governments and maps, all of that meaningless to them. Phoebe talk of freedom and democracy catches his ear a bit, something that he can at least hold on too. "Phoebe, you would make a good crazyhorse. Where I come from there are no governments, just the machines. Hell, we only know their names cause of their serial numbers on their bots. VAN is where I live. We call it Vancouver Zone, and we fight everyday to get it free. Only government left is Washington, who says that they have a "friendly" AI. I heard it ain't quite so friendly." He looks around and scratches his head, "Wait 54? I never read much, but that I did read said there were only 50, who are the other 4 in the US?"
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Ethan "It isn't, and if we are in another world, I sure the gently caress don't want to go back. Crazyhorse are what the junkrats and botlickers have named us. Basically, we are the stupid people crazy enough to actually fight the bots. Junkrats are the people living in some ruined city, or mine trying to just survive and hope that today is not the day, a Vermin finds them and calls them in. Botlicker... well, lets just say that isn't hard to figure out, but they like the robots." He nods along. "If i can find a place where i can get some food regularly and a place I'm not having things kill me, I'd settle down for that in a minute. This place? no food. Machines will run out, and too many people coming and going. Also big blood puddle, kinda tells me it isn't safe." He nods to them and then looks around. His face lighted up with the possibility of not having to die horribly. His face falls when he thinks about his idea about his real purpose here.
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Ethan "Nope, nothing but a puddle. If there was a body, well... Our first conversation would have been different, might have thought you all were a Judas Goat outright." He looks out the same window before turning back again. He remembered that they didn't have any memories that weren't implanted by the machines, so he adds, "Judas Goats are people who lure others into machine traps." He nods to her, and gives her some space. She seems to be taking it bad, and he wasn't use to having people feel sorry for the dead. Usually they seemed envious a bit, their end was quicker than most. He shakes his head and looks at the robot dog again. He doesn't want to drop down and hack it right in front of him, but it was an unknown. He hated unknowns. It could wait, first he would take a moment to sit and consider options.
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Ethan "Heh, all the mines and important are taken, machines are thorough." He shrugs, the talk of defenses perks him up, this was something that he was good at. "I suggest someone hold up in the ticket office, looks pretty defendable and looks out the other window. Good nest, but I don't like this fog, or this building. Too bright, too much glass, and no where to run. Take some of those vending machines and give some barricades. Nothing else looks like we could get it up without trying." He looks around again and gives a crooked smile when he talks about the fog. "I don't go out into fog normally unless I have choice. Never know if it is a cloud of something that is going to eat you. Looks like someone else didn't think to much of that advice." He nods his head. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 23:00 on Sep 23, 2012 |
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Ethan He had made himself scarce, ducking into a bathroom with a roll. Ethan emerges to hear the man's name and his asking for questions, with his air mask and helmet donned again. His rifle does its morning screaming for help as it searches for a neural net to connect with, and as always he ignores the tortured weapon. His gun is not pointed at anyone but is in his hands, as he approaches the man. He knew why he was here, and wasn't going to let him get out of it. "What Tel Aviv means, is that what is your offer. You wouldn't walk in like that unless you wanted us for something. You would come in confused and dazed as the rest of us." His voice talking through his mask, as he looks the man dead in the eye. He would let the others have their fantasy of not being machine copies, but he was going to make sure. This is how the AI was going to convince him, and maybe the rest of the non smart bots to do its work.
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Ethan "Isa-what? Listen lady, anyone who isn't with VIRUS and talks of allah is talking about the Tel Aviv AI, thats its name: TEL its serial. Put a holo of Angel Gabriell in the sky above the slave camps. I figured you were that cause you said Allah, no patch though, not in VIRUS." He shakes his head, religious people, everything offends them. He turns his attention to the man, "Listen, I hear what you are saying, but whats going on here? What are we going to do, now?" He wished the AI would get to the point.
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Sep 24, 2012 00:10
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Ethan "drat right they might not be hell holes, but not as bad as mine! gently caress that world, Tell me where the tram is and what I gotta sign and I'll be on my way." Ethan nods his helmeted head to the man. Last place on earth he wanted to be... was his own earth.
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Sep 24, 2012 00:21
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Ethan "Religion is nice, never seen it put food on a plate, but gives people hope. In Tel Aviv zone, it got most of them killed. Make what you will. Radio Free Earth never lied, only the Tel Aviv AI did." He shrugs.
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Sep 24, 2012 00:36
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Ethan This AI was toying with him and he knew it. God drat it just send them on the mission and get it over with. Then once he is out of the clutches then he can go back to the real world of surviving and finding the slave camp. A thought crossed his mind... what if this AI was going to send him someplace... Ethan for the second time since coming here, gave a genuine smile behind his mask. Use us as test subjects... and something went right for once. Hell if this was true, he might be out of the loving machine zones. Ethan leans back and his helmet clanks against the tile, hoping and praying didn't do jack poo poo, but this poo poo seriously wasn't what most AI would do. He hated to admit it... but it might possibly be an AI trap. Maybe.
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Sep 24, 2012 01:09
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Ethan " I've seen people like you. Always trying to figure stuff out, but man with the robots had poo poo that could not be explained. Sometimes you just have to do stuff and you don't know the reason why ." Ethan leans back and slowly rolls his head on the wall waiting and watching, if all he had to do is wait, then he didn't have much of an idea what to do. He had water, supposedly safe shelter and a good stock of food... for now. He looks at the others and wonders what they did during times like these? He always had to work on getting the big three, food,shelter,water; that he never really had much downtime. Not since joining virus at least. No training to be done, no bots to shadow, no equipment to maintain. What the gently caress would he do now? Axe-man fucked around with this message at 03:50 on Sep 24, 2012 |
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Sep 24, 2012 03:33
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Ethan "Jobs, they just don't know real hunger is all. I've got my rations of dried meat, but I'm saving that for tomorrow. I wouldn't sleep out here though... too bright, too noisy." He nods to the man and lifts his mask and takes a small drink from his filter canteen.
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Sep 24, 2012 05:27
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Ethan "Oh you did, did you? So, when you were running from the fires, and people were dieing around you, you managed to stop and have a meal did you? When everything alive around you literally just died, due to some nanoburn, you just propped up a stove and started cooking. You have no clue what the gently caress you are talking about." He gives a horrid laugh from behind his mask, he sets down his pack and takes out what appears to be a dried rat. He rips a piece of meat off from it and shoves it in his mouth. "Yummy." He says sarcastically, and then wraps the rat up and places it back in his pack.
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Sep 24, 2012 05:43
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Ethan "Superior? I'm just loving lucky. Food runs out, water runs out. Preserve and ration. Just way things are." He shrugs, "Still some Washington Zone botlicker is going to tell me that I don't have foresight? I'm going to take them to loving task, and an argument would require the other party to say something that wasn't totally loving stupid." He laughs again his soft hollow laugh in the direction of the dinosaur.
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Sep 24, 2012 05:52
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Ethan "Hardship? No, I can tell that you have seen a lot. This isn't hardship, this is day to day. Radio Free Earth talks about the people who got it bad. I'm drat proud I can feed and ration myself, cause well, a lot out there cannot. I am not in some lab getting their insides converted and sucked out, some slave camp being worked till I'm dead. Radio talks about them not getting anesthetic, but I don't know, they are the unlucky ones. I'm a lucky one." He takes another swig of his water and looks back at her. "Lets take me out of the equation, they did a count about 3 years and broadcast it on the radio. Right now, I don't know how many people are on earth, but by our count we have 15 million. So that is in 2050, war started 2033. I watched families get dragged off every day of those 15 million, and hell, I broke open a few of the slave camps. You are talking to one of the few that god drat crazy enough to try to help. What I'm saying, I've seen hundreds and hundreds of millions die. They have pits in the old cities and..." He looks down a bit, coughing it sounds like under the mask. "You know, it doesn't matter. All I see over there in that woman are the same people who traded in wild humans for food so they didn't have to work for it. So, you can hate me all you like, but I'm not going to back down from anyone who does that poo poo." He leans back clanking his helmet against the wall.
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Sep 24, 2012 06:13
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Ethan "Better?" He asks questioningly, "I just survive. Ain't no better, but also never been anything other than a crazyhorse. Other worlds? poo poo I'm still dealing. I've never backed down or taken anything from bots, and sure the hell am not for humans." He shakes his head. "The only difference between someone in those camps and me, is that I'm luckier. Thats it. You seem to attribute some superiority in there? I was an LT. in VIRUS, you know what that means? Jack poo poo. They are all dead." He snickers, "It doesn't mean nothing in the end. All that matters is everyone survives and tries to help that happen." He nods finally to Tel Aviv. "You might try to save them your way, I got the only way I have. I can break anyone out or get anyone in. I don't take back anything I said, and don't intend too. I don't find starving funny, or take it lightly." He looks out mysteriously from the Air masks eye holes. Ethan, sits bolt upright and freezes, the only sound from him is a hoarse sound of his breathing. He saw them again, Radio had told him then how to do it. First the dead, always eat the dead. Then the straws. It was straws, and he knew how this ended, he hated this flashback, god drat did he hate it. She had died first, the first nuke attacks fouled the water, animals gone, no food. She had died bad. She tasted worse. He had to force it down at first. Raw it tasted so bad. He broke out of it, and looked over to Phoebe, who was now talking. "Keep an eye on the doors, yes? I can do that." He gets up and stands in front of the benches. "Goddamn, Mom..." He whispers under his breathe over and over again.
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Sep 24, 2012 06:48
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Ethan "Will take a bit to do that." He looks left and right, where would be a good place to nest? Most likely, in the room. "I'll walk the floor, check in all the doors. Make sure nothing nasty came through with me. Gotta make sure no one gets poison from Vermin. I sure the gently caress don't know how to fix that." He starts with the empty room again, this time he checks under every table, and in every container with his survival flashlight. He moves on to the vending machines, checking behind and under there as much as he can without touching them. Jobs hinted they were trapped, and he sure as poo poo wasn't going not believe him. Finally, he looks in the janitor closet and sees various cleaning supplies, nothing of interest here. He takes a moment to start to step into it, his airmask filtering out the small amounts of chemicals.
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Sep 24, 2012 07:11
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Ethan He checks the small janitors closet with his flashlight, examining behind each bottle and under everything. Finally satisfied that there was nothing there, Ethan emerges and checks the one last place he can find. He briskly opens the door to the womans restroom and begins the process again checking every surface for one of the machines he had trained himself through years of survival to find. In the end, there is nothing, but Ethan is not convinced. He is never convinced. The time that you think you have outsmarted the machines is the time that you end up in a camp or dead. Walking past the others, he goes in the darkened ticket office, he sets his bag down in front of the empty table. Ducking down into the table he props himself up a bit, the armor proving comfort for him as he curled up. He shifts his bag in front of him and unholsters his pistol. He puts it right next to him in arms reach, partially blocked by the bag. He places his hand on it, and pulls off his air mask. Better to save the filters. Ethan then closes his eyes and unusually for him, manages drop to sleep quickly. Rolled HT(14) to sleep [09:02] <foxxbot> Axe-man, 12, rolled for nightmares [09:04] <foxxbot> Axe-man, 7
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Ethan The small sound caused Ethan's eyes to pop open. He immediately grabs his gun and rolls out from the table, His eyes searching. Most people would call out, but not Ethan. Sound meant that you could be heard. He tries to slow his breathing, cause he could be heard, being heard meant death. His silent stare around the small room was followed by his pistol, on one knee. He looks around and jerks his head from side to side, finally lowering his pistol, he holsters it. Ethan grabs his rifle, having decided that was enough sleep for now. Unsure what had passed during his sleep, he starts sneaking silently. Ethan, slowly gets on his stomach and tries to sound through the very small crack. He counts quickly, same number of bodies in the room when he left and closed the door. He gets up to a crouch and slowly turns the knob, letting the door open just enough to not cause friction with joint. He looks through a crack in the door and glances to the side he can see. He moves to the other door frame and looks out that. Seeing nothing, he quietly moves the door open and rolls to the side. His hunting rifle at the ready, seeing nothing from that angle is rolls to the other side. It is only then with a sigh that he grabs his pack, and shoulders his laser rifle. He walks out with his helmet off, and air mask on his belt. "Everyone appears to have plagues. Everyone has shots for that right?" He asks his grey eyes searching the windows for anything that might have changed.
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Ethan "Hygiene won't protect you from a plague, not when it is engineered. Machine made plagues didn't gently caress around." He ignores the botlicker, obvious never even been the gently caress outside. "What is your name, Doc? If you aren't T.E.L. no one really seems to know your name. Also, I've heard of what you are talking about, those names." Ethan digs into his pack and pulls out a very ratty book, that looks like a half burned school book. "Scaved this, is this what you are talking about?" He goes to the doctor and shows her the page with a series of maps, each one showing the political map of the world from 1990 to 2020. "Is this the same where you are from?"
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Sep 24, 2012 19:41
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Ethan "Hah, everyone has a last name then here. Karima, I'm from 2050, machines attacked at 2037. The bad years were before that, there were 4 made plagues that were sent out. I'm clean for all of them, just wanted you to know. But, if any get it here, Pan-Asian flu, Or Zaire Ebola B is most likely to be from my area. The flu, Very bad, spreads fast, mostly acts like a flu that won't go away, very powerful, can last a long time and some die from it. The other is worse, head hurts like a bitch, bloodshot eyes, basically you'd think you are looking at malaria. 100% infectious. Only difference is once you get worse... your insides liquify and you throw them up. Just giving you a heads up. I know I'm immune to both, so I won't have anything." He gives a nod to the doctor, and a serious look as if to say that he wasn't playing around. Turning to the botlicker, he laughs, and he thought they were going to play their cards close to their hands. "So what are you? CARXOU-04-VAL-1?" He just shakes his head. "I look forward to the 05 version, tell Caracas I said that." Axe-man fucked around with this message at 20:06 on Sep 24, 2012 |
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Ethan "Clans are organic structures, but I'll play along, serial numbers are more effective easier to track. Really, what you are saying is more like: RESREL-MAY-XXX-1" He shrugs are all were notations that he didn't concern himself with. "The doctors weren't slow, and it is a new strain. They were created by the machines, specifically to kill humans. They were working on a cure and vaccine, and when they finally vaccinated people like me, government went down, machines attacked. Now days there aren't many places with doctors, heard VIRUS had some... everywhere. Eitherway, the machines want plagues, so they keep on making more. If you get either, what I said, just hope cause there ain't no cure." He starts being a little more dodgy. "Neural feedback?" He looks over to Morgan and comes close, looking at the man, "Your skin is too good. Do you have a neural net? I could look in on that" This was his chance to find out the plan the bots had for him. "You are a crazy horse too right?" He said playing along or secretly hoping he was a hacked redjack. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 20:37 on Sep 24, 2012 |
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Ethan "Ah, interesting. Didn't know they could do that to flesh and blood. Not surprised, bastards who did that to you? You kill many? If not, I'll help. Fuckers are as bad as bots. Tried to grow us you know? Nevermind, I can't do organic, sorry can't help. Incapacitate me for doing my job? All I do is hack neural net computers, you got a strange sense of 'mess' with." He shrugs at Morgan and glares at the dinosaur turning on his carbine. "Serial number fits you more." He says in spite toward Mayla.
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