Paranoia: My Name is Troubleshooter

[Spam]

I don't know why, but for some reason, my memory goes blank, it feels like a vein in my forehead snapped, and my eyes turn white... This will be interesting to say the least...

"WHAT IS THIS EVIL AGENDA YOU PEOPLE HAVE BESTOWED UPON MY FEET! NOT ONLY IS IT COLD, BUT IT'S LIKE FREAKING ANTARCTICA IN HERE, FOR BETA-COMPLEX SAKE! DO YOU PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST DID!? DO YOU!?! HERE I AM, FREEZING, AND WORKING MY CLONEATRONIC BUTT OFF, TRYING NOT TO GET FROSTBITTEN SO THAT IT CAN JUST GET AMPUTATED FROM ANOTHER FREAK DOCTOR ROBOT!

IS THAT SOMETHING WARM OVER IN THE CORNER? NO, I THINK THAT'S MY SANITY WHICH I APPARENTLY LOST DUE TO SOME IDIOT TEAM MEMBERS... OH WAIT, THOSE ARE MY IDIOTIC TEAM MEMBERS! I SWEAR TO THE ALMIGHTY COMPUTER, IF WE DON'T GET OUT OF THIS, I'LL BE SURE TO BLAST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR HEADS INTO COMPUTER OBLIVION!"

[spoiler]Just because I can, I'll go around and slap everybody in the head a few times... and these will be like, big man slaps, not little girly slaps. Hopefully it'll knock some sense into them. ;)[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Spam-R,

[spoiler]Please declare your full action... Who are you attacking (slapping) first?[/spoiler]

[Spam]

[spoiler]I'll attack (slap, whatever) Spyd-R first, and then just go around and try and find everyone else, then attack them.[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Spam-R approaches Spyd-R, who suddenly looks wary and backs away from Spam-R while drawing his laser pistol.

Reactions, anyone?

[BlueBard]

ArrMatee:

[spoiler]The scrubbots work their way up the stairwell, paying particular attention to scrubbing the wall at the base of the stairs.  They're clinging rather precariously to the handrails, as the narrow stairs leave their wheeled carriages little purchase and less stability.[/spoiler]

[Panther_Gunn]

[spoiler]Is Spam wearing his training harness? :twisted:[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

[spoiler]Is Spam wearing his training harness? :twisted:[/spoiler]

Blo-R:

[spoiler]Everybody is wearing their training harness... it was mandatory.[/spoiler]

[Panther_Gunn]

[spoiler]Blo will position himself so that Numb is between him & wherever Spam is.  Kneeling down (which also presents a smaller target), he'll retrieve his training barrel from his pack, switch it out with the live barrel on his pistol, and then attempt to shoot Spam in the training harness.....and he'll continue to use Numb as cover as long as possible.[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Okay, time for a little map:

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####TT######################################
||  Nu                                    ||
||            <Bl  ShIR    S1>  S2>       ||
||                                        ||
###################===######################

TT - Terminal
Bl - Blo
Nu - Numb
S1 - Spam
S2 - Spyd
Sh - Shoot
IR - Infrared bystander

###  - Wall

||   - Metal Containment Barrier

===  - Door to Stairwell (Secured)

< V > ^  - Direction of movement


Spam is moving toward Spyd, who is backing away.  Blo is moving toward Numb.

ArrMatee:

[spoiler]5...4...3...2...1...[/spoiler]

Suddenly, everything turns pitch dark and eerily silent.

ArrMatee:

[spoiler]Everything goes dark and quiet for you, too, except a loud crashing noise at the base of the stairs that sounds like 'stuff' fell.[/spoiler]

Reactions?

[Viking]

ArrMatee pulls out his flashlight and checks to see if it's operational.

[BlueBard]

ArrMatee pulls out his flashlight and checks to see if it's operational.

No.

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

Just as a by-the-by, are we sealed into a completely separate area to where the nucelar exoskeleton is?  If the Computer does not shut down the suppression system in here based on my last earnest entreaty, I'll try emphasising that angle.  Given the amount of shouting and goings and doings, Numb's attention is focused on what is going on in the room and he is only focused on the terminal for the duration of his correspondences.

[BlueBard]

Just as a by-the-by, are we sealed into a completely separate area to where the nucelar exoskeleton is?  If the Computer does not shut down the suppression system in here based on my last earnest entreaty, I'll try emphasising that angle.  Given the amount of shouting and goings and doings, Numb's attention is focused on what is going on in the room and he is only focused on the terminal for the duration of his correspondences.

Yes, you are in a completely separate area from the exoskeleton.

The fire suppression system is shut down along with everything else, including the lighting system and the Terminal you are standing in front of.  At a guess, you'd say that all of the power to this area has been shut off.

[Spam]

[spoiler]Since the lights are out, and hopefully Spyd-R can't see in the dark, I'll take a running jump towards the direction I'm facing (which I'm facing Spyd-R, am I not?), and try and tackle him onto the ground. Then I'll just whale on him, hoping to get in a few good shots... and if he retaliates, of course, I'll just have to go a bit crazy, and try and kill him... then, if the lights ever get back on, I'll step far away from the scene, and blame it on somebody else.[/spoiler]

[Viking]

ArrMatee hums happily to himself.

"Clearly, this is the Computer's means of protecting me!" he exclaims.  "Now I can't possibly see anything beyond my Security Clearance!"

[spoiler]ArrMatee is going to start down the stairs.  Very.  Very.  Slowly.  And.  Carefully.

Basically, he'll be holding on to the railing, and carefully feeling his way down, one stair at a time.  He's squeezed past the exo-suit a couple of times already, so he'll be expecting to eventually reach it and have to squeeze past it.  He's hoping to eventually find his way downstairs, fumble about until he locates the Energy Suppression Grenade, and turn it off.[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

A Small Glimpse Into Paranoia

The following Spoiler is for the entertainment of all.  It's a little glimpse into the World of Paranoia and how The Computer and Beta Complex as a whole reacts to unexpected events.  Such as a large area suddenly going dark and without power.

Players please do not read this if you can't pretend that you didn't read this.

[spoiler]
DTH Sector, Troubleshooter HQ:

Hole-Y-MLY stares at his terminal as a Mission Alert comes in.  It reads:

MISSION ALERT!!!
A large portion of DTH sector has been taken offline due to a massive power outage.  Communication with a Troubleshooter team just before the disaster suggests a nuclear device has been detonated by Commie Traitors, destroying critical infrastructure.  Dispatch a Troubleshooter team immediately!  Objective: Find and Eliminate the Traitors Responsible!

DTH Sector, Power Services:

A red light appears on a massive control board.  Standing in front of it, Elec-O-RIC mutters something under his breath.

"We got a power outage, sir!  Uh, Ma'am!" he shouts to his supervisor, Mana-G-ERR.  "Something tripped the circuit breakers in Area C!"

Mana-G frowns.  "Great Watt!  Probably some idiot turned on too many lights again," she growls.  "Take a couple of Repair bots with you and go fix it.  Oh, and find out who's responsible for this.  I'm gonna debit their credit accounts for the outage costs!"



DTH Sector, Environmental Control:

A klaxon hoots in distress, startling Fyi-R-FTR out of a sound sleep.  "Oh my Computer!  A fire!" he shouts.  He runs to his terminal and reads the following:

Fire Alert Registered in Corridor DTH-C-0M3Z-Q-KKLY; Fire Suppression System Failure; Mobilize Fire Team Immediately!

DTH Sector, Armed Forces Post 666:

Sar-G-ANT runs into the barracks, strapping on a holster as he shouts, "Battle Stations, Soldiers!"

"What's goin' on, Sar-G?" one of the grunts asks as he rolls out of his bunk.

"Commies!  That's what!" Sar-G shouts.  "The Commies attacked with Nukes!  Just like The Computer always told us!  Get your guns, people!  We're gonna send the Commie scum right to HEL Sector!"

A cheer rings out as the soldiers stampede for the weapons locker.



(There's more to add, but unfortunately I don't have time at the moment)

[/spoiler]

[Panther_Gunn]

[spoiler]Since it's pitch black in here, nobody can see what I'm doing.  :P

PM on it's way![/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Spyd-R can be heard to shout, "Gosh it's dark in here! The only people who could do stuff in these conditions must be mutants!"

Spam-R:
[spoiler]You launch yourself at the source of Spyd-R's voice... and fall flat on your face, missing him completely.[/spoiler]

There is overheard a dull 'Twack' on the floor and a grunt of pain.

"What in HEL Sector is going on?!" Shoot-O shouts in frustration.

Blo-R:
[spoiler]You've swapped out the barrel and pocketed the other one.  Now you set about to disable the other thing.  Your other action will have to wait for the next round.[/spoiler]

No further map is provided, because it's dark and you can't see anyhow.

Meanwhile,

ArrMatee:
[spoiler]You find it and turn it off.  Nothing happens.  It's still dark and your flashlight still doesn't work.[/spoiler]

[Spam]

[spoiler]Just to lure Spyd-R to me, I'll yell "Hey Spyd-R! Come over here, I'm scared!" Hopefully he'll take the bait, and we'll find each other. Then when that happens, I'll beat the snot outta him. Also, I'll get up and try not to moan to loudly...[/spoiler]

[Viking]

[spoiler]Sweet!  I made it downstairs!  Life in Beta Complex just keeps getting BETTER!  I'll put away the Grenade.  Then I'll pull out the Hottorch, and see if that works.  If so, I try to finish the project I was working on before the scrubbots arrived.[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

[spoiler]Sweet!  I made it downstairs!  Life in Beta Complex just keeps getting BETTER!  I'll put away the Grenade.  Then I'll pull out the Hottorch, and see if that works.  If so, I try to finish the project I was working on before the scrubbots arrived.[/spoiler]

ArrMatee:
[spoiler]
Yes, the hottorch works.  Non-electrically powered.  (Technically, there is a sparking mechanism, but doesn't rely on batteries.)

And I see you have your priorities in order.  Carry on!
[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Spam-R is overheard to say:

"Hey Spyd-R! Come over here, I'm scared!"

[gdaybloke]

"Hang on, Spam-R! I'll restore your confidence with the PMB! After all, the computer provides for all our needs, so there's no legitimate reason to be scared unless you're a filthy commie!"

[spoiler]PM incoming[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

Nothing happens.  If Beta Complex had crickets, you'd hear crickets, but you hear nothing.  Nada.  Zip.

Blo-R:
[spoiler]As you're working in the darkness, someone runs into you and falls on top of you.[/spoiler]

"YAAAHHH!" someone screams.

[Panther_Gunn]

[spoiler]Can I make an educated guess as to the identity, judging by which direction they came from?  I would most likely be facing the direction of the Computer Terminal during all of this "work" time.[/spoiler]

[BlueBard]

[spoiler]Can I make an educated guess as to the identity, judging by which direction they came from?  I would most likely be facing the direction of the Computer Terminal during all of this "work" time.[/spoiler]

Blo-R:
[spoiler]Based on the available information, you're reasonably sure it couldn't have been Numb-R.  Likewise, you -think- Spam-R and Spyd-R are still over *thataway*.  With no light it's hard to tell but since the voice of the person who ran into you doesn't sound familiar, you guess that it's the nameless Infrared that Shoot-O had by the collar.[/spoiler]

[gdaybloke]

"Shoot-O! Some evil commie mutant traitor has used the cover of darkness to sabotage the PMB, deliberately interfering with my duties as happiness officer! Requesting permission to shoot wildly in the hope of winging the scum!"

[BlueBard]

"Shoot-O! Some evil commie mutant traitor has used the cover of darkness to sabotage the PMB, deliberately interfering with my duties as happiness officer! Requesting permission to shoot wildly in the hope of winging the scum!"

"I already tried that!" Shoot-O shouts in frustration.  "Neither of my pistols work!  And none of the laser barrels!  Where is that doggone Equipment Guy when you need him?"

[Viking]

ArrMatee, busy with his project, sneezes.  Someone must be talking about him.

[BlueBard]

ArrMatee,

For the second time in a row, your 'project' is interrupted by someone.  In this case someone stumbling through the door at the bottom of the stairwell and falling down.