Shoot the Limbs- A Dead Space RPG- Chapter 2: The Surface

[Sosakitty]

Originally, the RPG died, but somebody liked it and decided to revive it. The rules and whatnot are almost exactly the same as my other RPG's rules. You can play my other RPG [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.77935?page=1] if you want.

MOTIVATION
Your motivation is to survive until you can escape or destroy the monsters that roam the ship. You will have to eat, use med-packs, and arm yourself against the monsters.

STORY
This RPG is set aboard the planet-cracker spaceship known as the Ishimura. It has the same fate as it did in Dead Space; It has been infected with a virus that turns people into horrible monsters, with tentacles, blades, acid, etc. The story begins as the infection is just starting to claim the Ishimura. No full-blown monsters have sprung up, to anyone's knowledge. A few deaths have been reported. As the story progresses, the infection will get worse and worse, finally resulting in the whole ship being claimed by the monsters. You are one of the people aboard the Ishimura.

RULES
<spoiler=Do>Remember that the ship is in space.
Make as many characters as you want within reason.
Give your character a back story that makes sense and possibly ties into their main story.
Try to follow the story that other people have set up.
Make your story interesting.
Whatever you want with your character as long as it is conducive to the story.
Try to intertwine your story with other people's stories.

<spoiler=Don't>Try to control other people's characters.
Kill, hurt, or in any other way maim other people's characters.
Change the direction of the story without my approval. (send me a message)
Make a character that is totally stupid like Moppy the Talking Mop.
Ignore the story set up by other people.

<spoiler=Character example>Name: Isaac Clarke
Age: 21
Height: 5'8
Occupation: Engineer
Specialty: Hacking (you can choose anything you want within reason)
Appearance: Wears a full armor suit with a helmet that filters the air.
Description: His mother, being a penniless beggar and all, has been sucked into the Church of Unitology. Wanting no part of this, Isaac signed up for the marines at age 18. He has been sent on a mission aboard the USS Kellion to investigate why the Ishimura hasn't been sending any radio transmissions.

You can make as many characters as you like, including characters from Dead Space, Alien, and any other space game/movie (not including Jason X or anything like that), along with animal characters (they have to have a feasible backstory and they cannot, under any circumstances, be able to talk). Also, if you're just gonna have a worthless character you're gonna kill immediately or want to encounter at some point in the story and want to remain mysterious, you can skip the description. If a poster is inactive for two weeks, you can take over their character(s)and/or kill them. Also, you don't have to continue the story. You tell your own part. Just don't be antisocial. That's everything.



Fine-Unhurt/superficially wounded
Caution- Slightly wounded
Caution- Wounded
Danger- Critically wounded/dying
Poison- Overdose, arsenic, etc.
Infected- Has been infected in some way. Will turn if not treated.
Dead- Has been killed.
Mutant- Has turned into a monster.

Name: Johnathan Dekey
Age: 30
Height: 5'10
Occupation: Coroner
Specialty: Anything to do with blades
Appearance: Green medical scrubs with plastic gloves.
Description: John had a regular childhood. He went to medical school and started a job as a mortician on Earth, when he was confronted with the opportunity to work aboard the Ishimura. He accepted. He has just a few years of experience under his belt.
Status: Fine. In the residential district of the small surface colony.

Name: Ilundra
Age 20
Height: 5'9
Occupation: escaped prisoner from the hold of the ship.
Speciality: stelth
Apperance: guards plate armor with engineer helmet and air tank strapped to back
Description: origionaly one of Hasps archons (military group) and a vet of the 3rd war.
Ilundra server as a stelth agent getting behind enemy lines and weakining them from the inside. she kept this up for 2 years before she captured and was put on this ship for transport to the prision planet Deepgate.
Status: Infected. Outside of the escape pod.

Name: Walker
Age:19
Height 5'1"
Occupation: Guard
Specialty: Guns
Equipment: Miners dismemberment item, guard helmet (with visor) and full body suit of armor.
appearance: Long straight hair (black) blue eyes.
Description: As a boy Walker was in a gang of low life criminals before he decided to shoot them up his self, he was sent to prison for 6 years, after that he went to the ship he is on now.
Status: Infected. In the residential district of the small surface colony.

Name: William Dragon
Age: 32
Height: 5' 11
Occupation: security
Specialty: good at hand to hand combat
Appearance: In an average security RIG With helmet
Description: An average life with nothing really eventful happening to him other than the loss of his left leg 3 inches below the knee caused by a malfunctioning door several years ago. He has some relatives back on earth but is unwed and has no children. He has been a security guard aboard ships for 12 years.
Status:Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name: Allen
Age:25
Height 5'8"
Occupation: Merchant
Specialty: Resourcefulness
Equipment: Standard Mine Suit, HUD System modified with ships database.
Appearance: Brown hair, Cut on his right cheek
Description: As a simple merchant, Allen did quite well with the whole idea of interstellar mining. Now a well off merchant on metals and goods he was flying with the Ishimura when all hell broke loose. Finding that most crew are infected told him to run and find a place to bunker down. By an unlucky chance he finds a room with a Necromorph on the other side...
Status: Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name: Christopher Bryans
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Occupation: USAF Cyber Engineering Technical Analyst
Specialty: Medic, Heavy Weapons
Appearance: Wears full-body tactical Armour, equipped with a HUD helmet and carries a 2 hour back-up oxygen supply.
Description: He was patrolling the outer colonies on a war frigate but suffered a minor injury and was sent back to a station in the inner colonies. After being patched up, he is assigned to take this ship back to the outer colonies to continue his service.
Status: Fine. In the residential district of the small surface colony.

Nameaniel Graves
age:23
Height 5'9"
Occupation: Engineer
Specialty: Mechanical Expertise
Equipment: Plasma Cutter, has a RIG but is currently separated from it.
Appearance: Long, Messy black hair and bloodshot blue eyes (lack of sleep)
Description: From a young age it was apparent that Daniel had a natural aptitude for machinery of all kind. By the age of 20 Daniel had already received his degree in engineering, to the chagrin of his well-to-do family. After a particularly fierce conflict with his father Daniel decided to try his luck off-world, serving on a number of ships until finally landing himself a position aboard the renowned flagship of the planetcracker fleet, the USG Ishimura. Soon after things promptly went straight to hell....
Status: Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name: Joel Green
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Occupation: Cook
Specialty: Very skilled with knives
Appearance: White cooking uniform,Brown hair
Description: Joel was hired to be a head cheif on the Ishimura over the period of two days he had been hereing about a couple deaths but haveing been a fomer Navi Seal he figured no one would bother him. On his third day working he was called down to the medical department, as he entered he remebers a sharp pain in the back of the head next thing he knew there was a bright light in his face.
Status: Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name:Rick Hartigan
Occupation:Miner
Age: 32
Description:6'2", 250 pounds, Muscular.
Equipment:Laser Saw(Mining tool), Powered mining suit with ventilation system,comm link,emergency cyanide pill (incase the worst happens).
Backstory: Rick was also a tough man, he never did particularly well in school, but what he lacked in natural intelligence he made up for with his willingness to work harder than others, and his iron will to succeed. Rick joined the Miners union at the age of 21, and has been hard at work ever since. He is a firm resistor towards the Unitologist religion, mainly due to the fact that it destroyed his family. Rick was working on the planet beneath the Ishimura, at the mining colony, when the "Artifact" was discovered; believing it was somehow related to Unitology, he refused to have anything to do with it, demanding to be shuttled up to the Ishimura, where he now resides.
Status: Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name: Vladimir Kutuzov
Age: 43
Height: 6'
Occupation: Software Engineer
Appearance: Level 2 Rig with a missing helmet. Standard issue oxygen mask hangs around his neck (unless in use). Athletic built. Silver-gray hair and extremely tired face. Deep voice with heavy Russian accent.
Bio: He always thought himself an atheist. Unitology struck him as a peculiar phenomenon, if not all that interesting. During his college years Vladimir became interested in the religions of old, as sociological phenomenon. He took multiple classes that weren't necessary for the completion of his degree such as Mythology, Philosophy, and Study of Ancient Religions. After getting his Bachelor's in SE, he joined the mining business as an assistant engineer on a small scouting vessel. His latest assignment is the Chief Engineer of 3rd Engineering unit on boar of planet cracker type ship, Ishimura. When he received a word of the beacon, and that it has something to do with Unitology, he only perceived it as a chance to observe a religious event and reaction of "believers".
Equipment: PFM-100 Hydrogen Torch Flamethrower, 2 spare fuel canisters, Kinetic Module (malfunctioning, works only up to 10 feet)
Status: Dead. In the wreckage of the Ishimura.

Name: Kyoshiro "Kyo" Miyamoto
Age: 34
Occupation: Medical Doctor, as well as a passable marksman
Appearance: White knee-length lab coat, surgical gloves, is light-skinned with straight ebony hair and hard, jaded features
Bio: Born to a tradition-heavy Japanese family, Kyo was trained for some time by his father in the skills of warfare, though he was not incredibly good at what he was being trained for, Kyo is of an intermediate skill at martial arts and could pass a basic marksmanship course. Kyo's lack of skill disappointed his father, even more so when it was revealed that he was a natural at medicine and was accepted into an incredibly prestigious medical school. The Ishimura is Kyo's first job in the field, having worked at hospitals and small clinics beforehand, when the Necromorphs came, Kyo and his friend, an engineer named Ted, barricaded Kyo's modest quarters and held out for rescue, Ted was killed by a slasher creeping through the ventilation ducts, and Kyo has remained inside, undisturbed, and alone.
Equipment: Three small medpacs and a large one, a few packets of pain relieving agents, also a flamethrower from Ted, though there is a plasma cutter that he possessed as well, Kyo would not be able to carry it in addition to the other weapons.
Status: Fine. In his quarters.

Name: Max Cart
Age: 23
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Previously a security guard on the "Ishimura".
Specialty: Nothing special about this guy, moderately skilled with his pistol.
Appearance: Average looking, buzz cut, no beard.
Equipment: Standard secruity guard armor with helmet and a pistol. He also has three assault
rifles some rations and medical supplies inside his escape pod.
Description: Max was one of the first to realise something had gone terribly wrong on the "Ishimura" and was quick to bail with use of one of the ships escape pods, though due to lack of fuel he was forced to land on the nearby planet where he has been staying inside his pod ever since, living of the rations he took with him.
Status: Fine. Outside of the escape pod.

Name: Alec
Age: 26
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Doctor
Specialty: Medicine and small arms.
Appearance: Wears a white doctors coat and other civilian clothes but when the shit hit the fan got some light armor and a small gun.
Description: Grew up very smart but not athletic Alec hated his family. When he left for college he started working out and practicing medicine. He then became a prestigouse doctor. He is currently holed up in a safe house inthe hills when he heard a crash. He has left his bunker with binoculars to see what it was...
Status: Fine. In the residential district of the small surface colony.

Name: Stanislav Makarov
Age: 26
Occupation: Subsurface Miner
Specialty: Mining Equipment, Geology, Basic Engineering (Repairs)
Gear: Plasma Chainsaw, Kinetic Sledge, MedPack x 5, "Cyclops" RIG
Appearance: Subsurface Mining RIG Mk7 with eye movement controlled flash light (standard issue) a.k.a "Cyclops".
Bio: From "day one" Stan knew that his family will not be able to afford to pay any college fees other than that of 2 year community college, and even that only if Financial Aid will cover more than half of expenses. Yes, one could say that they were "dirt poor". After finishing college with associate's degree in Engineering and Maintenance, Stan immediately began looking for work to help his family with bills. With basically no education and no experience he was up to any opportunity that presented itself. So when he heard about CEC hiring people for planetside mining at incredibly high (relatively) rate, he applied with no second thoughts and without asking any questions. Aegis 7 was to be his first assignment. What a lucky guy.Stan grew up in poor neighborhood, where every day was a survival challenge even for a child. Consequently it had a major impact on his personality, which can be described in one word: "unpleasant".
Status: Fine. In the residential district of the small mining colony.

Name: Klaus Heinicken
Height:5'11
Age:32
Occupation: Gaurd
Specialty: Dual-weilding weapons
Appearance: Full suit of armor, although he has no helmet. He is often seen smoking but he is in good shape.
Discription: Klaus has a deep german accent and a big build. He has allways took an interest to guns and when offered the chance to work as an officer on the ship, he agreed. Klaus was partners with Walker for a short while but when he was turned down as the head of security, he became a rogue soldier and a "tough guy".
Status: Fine. In the residential district of the small mining colony.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

It's usually a bad idea to run two RP's at once, unless I missed it when you Zombie RP got shut down. Did it?

 

[Sosakitty]

Audio Record: Autopsy # 1528C:
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 18
Height: 6'0
TOD: 13:23 GMT.
COD: Strange virus that has infiltrated and completely shut down the immune system. Seems like a hybrid of HIV and Cancer. It engulfs every cell it comes into contact with, mutating them into varying shapes and sizes.
Autosy: Corpse is extremely fresh. Medical files report no health problems other than minor allergies until yesterday, when patient began vomiting blood and having extreme seizures. Subject slipped into coma around 1:30 this morning. Heart and brain activity completely stopped after 12 hours of unconsciousness. Subject's eyes have just opened, but they are lifeless. Body has begun to spasm. Orderlies have been called. Skin is beginning to shed. The body is rising off of the table!NUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Audio Record ended.

Name: Johnathan Dekey
Age: 30
Height: 5'10
Occupation: Coroner
Specialty: Anything to do with blades
Appearance: Green medical scrubs with plastic gloves.
Description: John had a regular childhood. He went to medical school and started a job as a mortician on Earth, when he was confronted with the opportunity to work aboard the Ishimura. He accepted. He has just a few years of experience under his belt.

"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" John shouts at the top of his lungs as the body on the slab begins to grow massive appendages out of it's back. A brutal shove sends John flying across the medical bay. Other morticians were in here, but they have all fled. The orderlies arrive, and the monster shows it's true colors. One scythe-like appendage beheads an orderly. The other skewers the bodies like some sort of grotesque shishkabob. The execution of the orderlies gives John an opportunity to flee. He runs toward an exit. Suddenly, the lights go off and sirens begin blaring. A security officer must have set the medical bay to quarantine mode. John begins desperately banging on the door. It's been sealed because of the quarantine. The monster rears up behind him. "Oh shit." John whispers as the former patient's claws close the distance between them and his neck.

 

[Sosakitty]

It's usually a bad idea to run two RP's at once, unless I missed it when you Zombie RP got shut down. Did it?

No it did not. I'm just trying it on.

 

[Sosakitty]

John ducks just in time. The claw swings just a centimeter above his shoulder. He blindly runs across the darkened medical lab. He slams into a pane of glass. "The record room!" John shouts in victory. He uses the scalpel he had been holding onto to carve at the door. He pushes with all his might, and the double doors separate enough for him to squeeze through. He falls through, and the doors snap shut. John takes a deep breath and crawls to the back of the small room. He hears desperate scratching at the door, along with a piercing roar. He sees a blue flash in the window, immediately followed by the sound of rapid gunfire. He hears a roar of agony and sees the shadowy figure go flying across the room at it's attacker. The steady flow of bullets doesn't cease though, as the monster falls to the hard tiled ground with a clatter. The lights come on and the sirens stop. The light above the door goes from red to green, and it opens as soon as John gets within a foot of it. Apparently, three security guards had taken the monster down with a barrage of machine gun fire.

Various cleaning robots come out and clean up the medical bay. The guard says "The chief medical officer says you get the next week off." "What just happened?" John asks. "You'll be informed later." The guard replies. John ignores him and opens up a wall panel, revealing a computer. He selects RECENT AUTOPSIES on the desktop. He puts on some headphones and clicks on AUDIO LOGS. He listens for any kind of explanation. He finally comes to this conclusion. Almost half of the bodies are infected with the same virus this one had. All of the subjects that had the virus suffered from the same symptoms and fell into comas of varying lengths. His research leads him to believe that the comas have random lengths. Some of the infected may turn minutes after the comas. Others may stay in the coma for a week. "We have to get this information to an officer!" John shouts to nobody in particular. He thinks nobody heard this, but it's not true. The monsters that have amassed behind him heard it perfectly.

 

[zacaron]

name: Ilundra
age 20
height: 5'9
occupation: escaped prisoner from the hold of the ship.
speciality: stelth
apperance: guards plate armor with engineer helmet and air tank strapped to back
Description: origionaly one of Hasps archons (military group) and a vet of the 3rd war.
Ilundra server as a stelth agent getting behind enemy lines and weakining them from the inside. she kept this up for 2 years before she captured and was put on this ship for transport to the prision planet Deepgate.

after escaping from the hold she finds a broken piece of pipe and uses it to bash in the head of a patrolling guard, draging the guard behind a crate in the hold Ilundra heads to the weapon rack in the armory and grabs a machine gun and pistol putting the later into her boot for later.
she is alerted by the sound of gunfire comming from a nearby hallway and decides to go investigate.
as she rounds the corner she see's 3 guards walking away in the other direction she waits for them to leave and then goes to examin the medical bay in hopes of finding some more supplys.
to her astonishment she observed a doctor sourounded by... deamons of some sort.
Finding the door switch she opens it and yells for the doctor to duck before opening with a hail of gun fire.

 

[Sosakitty]

OOC: Wow, this thread has just experienced necromancy.

John hits the floor as a hail of gunfire annihilates the monsters behind him. They all stumble backward but survive the hail. John runs through the open door. He hits the security switch near the door and the lights in the lab go off. The door slams shut. John turns to the stranger. "Who the hell are you?"

 

[zacaron]

um...err well I'm a prisoner...was a prisoner but with all the commotion I escaped and found some armour and a gun.
then I heard gunfire from over here so I came to check it out... none too soon it would appear.
anyway I gather that you are some kind of doctor aboard this ship and as if that is correct then you will know this ship better than me, so were to now?

 

[Sosakitty]

"Um... I don't know. I should report you to the guards, but you don't seem very evil. We should go to the-" "HALT. IDENTIFY YOURSELF." A security bot has just rolled up. It must have been a rhetorical question, because the thing has a scanner. Blue light envelopes them. "ILUNDRA, YOU HAVE BEEN CHARGED WITH TREASON AND WILL BE SENTENCED TO EXECUTION. JOHNATHAN, YOU HAVE BEEN CHARGED WITH AIDING A FUGITIVE AND WILL BE SENTENCED TO AN INDEFINITE NUMBER OF YEARS IN A FEDERAL MINING COLONY."

 

[zacaron]

Swearing under her breath Ilundra smashes the robot in the head knocking it on its back.
Whoever you are...doctor person one what is your name? and two unless you want to spend the your life on a mining colony we need to delete this arrest from the log book before they get the communications back up and let the government know.
(Ilundra runs off down the hall toward the control bridge.)

 

[Sosakitty]

ooc: can i join?

OOC: Yes you can. My policy is Everyone is welcome here.

"Hey, you're going the wrong way!" John shouts after Ilundra. He opens a side door that leads to the main server room. It's supercooled to keep the servers from over heating. He drags the robot in and leaves it behind some of the hard-drives. He sits down at the monitor and begins sifting through digital files. This is gonna take a while.

 

[zacaron]

rounding the corner Ilundra finds a guard with a large banned sign around his neck.
closer examanation of the guard yealds: a pack of ciggarets, more ammunition, another pistol (which she puts into her shirt for safe keeping) and some nice gloves.
satasfied with her loot she heads back to were the doctor was calling and found him infront of a computor screen.
"Im going to try and find us something to eat." she said
"any idea were I could start?"

 

[Sosakitty]

"Well, there's more than a hundred different restaurants and mess halls here, but you probably don't have a credit card to use. There's vending machines all over, and there's one back by the medical bay you could use." John hands Ilundra some cash. "Just be careful."

 

[zacaron]

grabing the cash Ilundra heads off toward the medical bay.
she returns a few minutes later with an armload of chips chocolate bars and drinks putting the food on an empty part of the desk she hands John back the cash.
"I went to the one in the medical bay smashed open the machine and dragged one of the dead mutants infront of it." she said
"Anyway when they find it I think they will atribute the damage to the creature rather then a broken pipe."

 

[Sosakitty]

"Alright..." John says. The sound of boots is heard coming from the hallway. He closes and locks the door. "I'm just about done. There we go. All done." He steps up from the computer and moves toward the door. Yelling and struggling is heard from the hallway. Something heavy slams into the door, nearly breaking it down. "Maybe we should just stay here."

 

[zacaron]

Ilundra startled from the crash says "ya that...that sounds like a good idea."
she then walks over and opens one of the bags of chips and a pop.

 

[Sosakitty]

John relaxes in the swivel chair. The heavy thing slams into the door again. It begins to slide open. John leaps to his feet and begins holding the door closed. "Do something, damn it!"

 

[zacaron]

pulling out her gun she opens the door an inch and fires through the gap
the creature backing off from the door for a minute she turns to john
and pulling the pistol out from her shirt she hands it to him and pulls a spare clip from her boot.
"hear you might need this."