Goonhub
08-13-2017, 08:32 AM
Had an interesting round as a traitor medic.
The mechanic set up a teleporter across the airbridge, so I took that opportunity to redirect it into the crusher. Claimed a few lives, including the mechanic, but it was shortlived. A crewmember stepped off the conveyor just as they were teleported, found the trap, then alerted the crew to take it all apart. Moments later, I received a PDA message telling me that I should've blocked the escape route from the trap, to which I replied asking how they knew it was me.
Ah well, plan B: Club people. Having learned my lesson from a previous round about stunning people before I try to club them, I stole Beepsky's stunbaton and charged it in the QM's domain. As it charged, I had an idea: stab myself with a mindslave implant. Now I knew I was going to get caught at some point, so maybe I could use the old "I was a mindslave, dont shoot" excuse when things go south.
Bat and baton ready for action, I set out looking for my first victim. I found a braindead assistant in the hallway to Disposals, wearing my heirloom clown mask. I gave him a good batting, but then the chaplain came by! Oh no! I medscanned the assistant and stuffed him into the port-a-medbay to make it look like I was trying to save him. He bought it, I think. Sent it home, went out the nearest airlock, summoned it, then chucked the assistant off a catwalk. Smooooth getaway!
As I went back inside, the airlock doors were bolted, locking me in a tiny room with no escape, with the AI yelling over the radio I'd killed a crewman. Oh no! I used my classic excuse that the assistant was a vampire, which though the crew bought it, didn't convince the AI, who continued to beg for security to come arrest me.
Then, a message came over my PDA asking if I needed help. Worst case, he comes and kills me, so I replied with a yes and my whereabouts. Moments after Clowncop PD came by and handcuffed himself, a mysterious gasmasked stranger came by and hacked open the door to freedom. I bolted across the inner space courtyard, kept alive only by a coffee cup full of cryoxystylane. I smashed through a window, took a pod, and booked it to the ghost dronery to figure out what I was going to do next.
The AI was the biggest problem, so I bought an agent card and a DNA scrambler, hoping to at the very least make me hard to track. I had a brief PDA chat with my Syndicate bosses, asking them to thank their agent for saving my bacon. With a new disguise, I broke back into the station through the crew quarters... and was immediately bolted in by the AI. The crew gathered by the window, waiting for the detective to wake up.
I smashed the window and escaped back out into space, leaving the AI to voice its frustrations at the crew for being so... less-than-violent. I resolved to kill the AI, but without proper access it wasn't going to be easy. I tried to mix up a classic wall-melting chem, but the changes to thermite rendered it useless as I tried it out on Botany. I bought another mindslave implant, hoping to get the Captain to do it for me, but I only ever saw her again on the shuttle. Dang.
All the while, the crew was still trying to find the assistant I killed to dump holy water on him. The AI was not happy about that.
I returned to the station's market and had an awkward batonfight with the Clowncop, holding my own purely through the last few units of my round-start coffee IV. The AI called the shuttle, and I realized that this wild nerd chase was looking pretty bad for me. I put away my bat and told the crew that my mindslave wore off. After the Clowncop stripped me in the hallway while I kept telling him to take me to medbay and dig out my implant, he dragged me to medbay and dug out my implant. Plausible deniability! Even though the Clowncop wanted to hold me responsible for what I did as a "mindslave", he didn't press charges after the Syndicate Agent dragged me to safety.
I thanked my savior, then ran to the shuttle where I mindslaved the Captain and told her to open fire on the crew. She did, then died. Then I picked a fight with Nerdy Collins and lost. The end.
The mechanic set up a teleporter across the airbridge, so I took that opportunity to redirect it into the crusher. Claimed a few lives, including the mechanic, but it was shortlived. A crewmember stepped off the conveyor just as they were teleported, found the trap, then alerted the crew to take it all apart. Moments later, I received a PDA message telling me that I should've blocked the escape route from the trap, to which I replied asking how they knew it was me.
Ah well, plan B: Club people. Having learned my lesson from a previous round about stunning people before I try to club them, I stole Beepsky's stunbaton and charged it in the QM's domain. As it charged, I had an idea: stab myself with a mindslave implant. Now I knew I was going to get caught at some point, so maybe I could use the old "I was a mindslave, dont shoot" excuse when things go south.
Bat and baton ready for action, I set out looking for my first victim. I found a braindead assistant in the hallway to Disposals, wearing my heirloom clown mask. I gave him a good batting, but then the chaplain came by! Oh no! I medscanned the assistant and stuffed him into the port-a-medbay to make it look like I was trying to save him. He bought it, I think. Sent it home, went out the nearest airlock, summoned it, then chucked the assistant off a catwalk. Smooooth getaway!
As I went back inside, the airlock doors were bolted, locking me in a tiny room with no escape, with the AI yelling over the radio I'd killed a crewman. Oh no! I used my classic excuse that the assistant was a vampire, which though the crew bought it, didn't convince the AI, who continued to beg for security to come arrest me.
Then, a message came over my PDA asking if I needed help. Worst case, he comes and kills me, so I replied with a yes and my whereabouts. Moments after Clowncop PD came by and handcuffed himself, a mysterious gasmasked stranger came by and hacked open the door to freedom. I bolted across the inner space courtyard, kept alive only by a coffee cup full of cryoxystylane. I smashed through a window, took a pod, and booked it to the ghost dronery to figure out what I was going to do next.
The AI was the biggest problem, so I bought an agent card and a DNA scrambler, hoping to at the very least make me hard to track. I had a brief PDA chat with my Syndicate bosses, asking them to thank their agent for saving my bacon. With a new disguise, I broke back into the station through the crew quarters... and was immediately bolted in by the AI. The crew gathered by the window, waiting for the detective to wake up.
I smashed the window and escaped back out into space, leaving the AI to voice its frustrations at the crew for being so... less-than-violent. I resolved to kill the AI, but without proper access it wasn't going to be easy. I tried to mix up a classic wall-melting chem, but the changes to thermite rendered it useless as I tried it out on Botany. I bought another mindslave implant, hoping to get the Captain to do it for me, but I only ever saw her again on the shuttle. Dang.
All the while, the crew was still trying to find the assistant I killed to dump holy water on him. The AI was not happy about that.
I returned to the station's market and had an awkward batonfight with the Clowncop, holding my own purely through the last few units of my round-start coffee IV. The AI called the shuttle, and I realized that this wild nerd chase was looking pretty bad for me. I put away my bat and told the crew that my mindslave wore off. After the Clowncop stripped me in the hallway while I kept telling him to take me to medbay and dig out my implant, he dragged me to medbay and dug out my implant. Plausible deniability! Even though the Clowncop wanted to hold me responsible for what I did as a "mindslave", he didn't press charges after the Syndicate Agent dragged me to safety.
I thanked my savior, then ran to the shuttle where I mindslaved the Captain and told her to open fire on the crew. She did, then died. Then I picked a fight with Nerdy Collins and lost. The end.