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You take stock of your situation, nearly naked, no supplies, fading stasis-sickness. The answer is obvious.
"I'd like to go to Provisions," You say, "Get some clothes, maybe some food..."
"I AM HAPPY TO COMPLY!" The AI speaks, and there's a rumble before you feel like the room you're in is moving.
"Where's the crew? Who's in command?" You ask as the room moves.
"THERE ARE 163 CREW MEMBERS OUT OF STASIS CURRENTLY," The AI happily announces, "AND CADMRPT-" There was a strange hiss of language, like a random string of letters had been fed into a reader, before it abruptly snapped back to plain English- "IS CURRENTLY AT THE HELM."
"Can you patch me through to them?" You ask as the room shudders to a stop, and one of the wall bulkheads slide open to reveal a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a door marked with a stylized green crate and the word "PROVISIONS".
"I AM UNABLE TO COMPLY," The voice says, "following" you from speaker to speaker in the hallway. "THE COMMAND DECK IS CURRENTLY LOCKED DOWN."
"Well that's not promising..." You mutter as you make your way to the door.
After a bit of shoving and prying, you manage to get the provisions door open, and come into what looks like a mix between a frat party aftermath and a war zone. Flickering lights illuminate crates and boxes stuffed along the sides of the hallways, unlocked properly by keypads or just crudely pried open, their contents thrown about senselessly. Spotting a bag of mostly-crushed caramelized Algae Chips, you pull it open and tilt the snack back into your mouth. You prefer the sour Algae Chips, personally, but it's nice to get a better taste in your mouth than who knows how many years-old spit.
"So where do I get some clothes?" You ask out loud, and are surprised by the silence that follows. Wait, not silence, not exactly- you can hear the AI's voice coming from the speakers back in the hallway, just outside Provisions. "Speakers must be out," You frown, looking up at the ceiling. If you had knowledge of Electrical Systems you might be able to tell what's wrong, but the sparking wires convince you not to try.
You manage to find some more food and a can of soy milk still in good condition, but most of everything looks as though it's been crushed, torn, or gnawed on. Considering these containers seem to have been shoved in here from wherever they originated, you guess they were "used up" before they were moved.
Finally, you find a crate full of specialty footwear, and find three pairs of shoes that will fit you:
A pair of thick, high-ankled Rubber Galoshes
Some sporty, light Athletic Cleats
A set of heavy Steel-Toed Workboots
Just as you finish putting on your new shoes, a sound catches your ear.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You look up and see a shadow growing longer across the T-juncture ahead of you, the mechanical whirring of gears and servos echoing closer and closer. The shadow stretches longer, longer, each step closer to the intersection and farther away from the light source causing the shadowy figure to stretcher ever more out of shape.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You're having trouble remembering exactly, but you certainly can't recall anything sounding like that before you went into stasis, and you look around for a weapon. Across the narrow hallway from the box of shoes, you find a small barrel of sporting equipment, which features a variety of wooden and aluminum baseball bats, though many of both varieties have been broken or bent in half, respectively.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
Just before you decide, the owner of the shadow reaches the T-junction ahead of you and your shoulders slump down from their tensed-up position. It's just a Butler-Bot, the small humanoid robots usually patrolling around the more affluent quarters of the ship helping whomever with whatever. Its gait is still and plodding, an unusual contrast to their usual quiet footsteps, and one arm is extended out to you for a handshake.
"Greetings, good sir!" It exclaims as it notices you. "How can I assist you today? Would you like a beverage? Do you need directions somewhere?"
Well, now you're getting somewhere...
============================================
Hey all, doing a quick and easy little thing to keep my writing skills sharp while I wait for my eyes to heal enough to be able to actually stare at a screen long enough to write commissions. Kind of like a sexy D&D, only you don't have any stats (That you can see ;3) and failure doesn't mean game over.
INVENTORY
You are wearing a Hospital Gown.
DECISION ONE: What shoes do you wear?
There are three pairs that fit you, and they can all be useful!
DECISION TWO: How do you react to the Butler-Bot?
NPC? NME? Seems friendly enough...
BLIND DECISION: Orange, Green, or Purple?
This is a blind decision, basically serving the purpose of a dice roll for how a future event plays out.
Remember, any suggestion is worth a point, but suggestions with reasoning or forethought to them will be worth extra points!
And if you're really enjoying this, maybe buy me a Ko-Fi?
https://ko-fi.com/soystorycoffee
Start: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28396244/
Previous: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28407209/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28430240/
(POST SUGGESTIONS IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!)
"I'd like to go to Provisions," You say, "Get some clothes, maybe some food..."
"I AM HAPPY TO COMPLY!" The AI speaks, and there's a rumble before you feel like the room you're in is moving.
"Where's the crew? Who's in command?" You ask as the room moves.
"THERE ARE 163 CREW MEMBERS OUT OF STASIS CURRENTLY," The AI happily announces, "AND CADMRPT-" There was a strange hiss of language, like a random string of letters had been fed into a reader, before it abruptly snapped back to plain English- "IS CURRENTLY AT THE HELM."
"Can you patch me through to them?" You ask as the room shudders to a stop, and one of the wall bulkheads slide open to reveal a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a door marked with a stylized green crate and the word "PROVISIONS".
"I AM UNABLE TO COMPLY," The voice says, "following" you from speaker to speaker in the hallway. "THE COMMAND DECK IS CURRENTLY LOCKED DOWN."
"Well that's not promising..." You mutter as you make your way to the door.
After a bit of shoving and prying, you manage to get the provisions door open, and come into what looks like a mix between a frat party aftermath and a war zone. Flickering lights illuminate crates and boxes stuffed along the sides of the hallways, unlocked properly by keypads or just crudely pried open, their contents thrown about senselessly. Spotting a bag of mostly-crushed caramelized Algae Chips, you pull it open and tilt the snack back into your mouth. You prefer the sour Algae Chips, personally, but it's nice to get a better taste in your mouth than who knows how many years-old spit.
"So where do I get some clothes?" You ask out loud, and are surprised by the silence that follows. Wait, not silence, not exactly- you can hear the AI's voice coming from the speakers back in the hallway, just outside Provisions. "Speakers must be out," You frown, looking up at the ceiling. If you had knowledge of Electrical Systems you might be able to tell what's wrong, but the sparking wires convince you not to try.
You manage to find some more food and a can of soy milk still in good condition, but most of everything looks as though it's been crushed, torn, or gnawed on. Considering these containers seem to have been shoved in here from wherever they originated, you guess they were "used up" before they were moved.
Finally, you find a crate full of specialty footwear, and find three pairs of shoes that will fit you:
A pair of thick, high-ankled Rubber Galoshes
Some sporty, light Athletic Cleats
A set of heavy Steel-Toed Workboots
Just as you finish putting on your new shoes, a sound catches your ear.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You look up and see a shadow growing longer across the T-juncture ahead of you, the mechanical whirring of gears and servos echoing closer and closer. The shadow stretches longer, longer, each step closer to the intersection and farther away from the light source causing the shadowy figure to stretcher ever more out of shape.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You're having trouble remembering exactly, but you certainly can't recall anything sounding like that before you went into stasis, and you look around for a weapon. Across the narrow hallway from the box of shoes, you find a small barrel of sporting equipment, which features a variety of wooden and aluminum baseball bats, though many of both varieties have been broken or bent in half, respectively.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
Just before you decide, the owner of the shadow reaches the T-junction ahead of you and your shoulders slump down from their tensed-up position. It's just a Butler-Bot, the small humanoid robots usually patrolling around the more affluent quarters of the ship helping whomever with whatever. Its gait is still and plodding, an unusual contrast to their usual quiet footsteps, and one arm is extended out to you for a handshake.
"Greetings, good sir!" It exclaims as it notices you. "How can I assist you today? Would you like a beverage? Do you need directions somewhere?"
Well, now you're getting somewhere...
============================================
Hey all, doing a quick and easy little thing to keep my writing skills sharp while I wait for my eyes to heal enough to be able to actually stare at a screen long enough to write commissions. Kind of like a sexy D&D, only you don't have any stats (That you can see ;3) and failure doesn't mean game over.
INVENTORY
You are wearing a Hospital Gown.
PLAYER DECISIONS
Got a lot going on this time, and your first Blind Decision!DECISION ONE: What shoes do you wear?
There are three pairs that fit you, and they can all be useful!
DECISION TWO: How do you react to the Butler-Bot?
NPC? NME? Seems friendly enough...
BLIND DECISION: Orange, Green, or Purple?
This is a blind decision, basically serving the purpose of a dice roll for how a future event plays out.
Remember, any suggestion is worth a point, but suggestions with reasoning or forethought to them will be worth extra points!
And if you're really enjoying this, maybe buy me a Ko-Fi?
https://ko-fi.com/soystorycoffee
Start: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28396244/
Previous: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28407209/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28430240/
(POST SUGGESTIONS IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!)
Category Story / All
Species Human
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 4.2 kB
Listed in Folders
I'd go for workboots just because I don't know how much walking we're going to be doing, but they seem more comfortable than galoshes and cleats aren't great on hard metal floors.
At this point I'm thinking any information we can get out of butler-bot would be useful, since we don't even have a direct line to the captain at the moment. We're totally in the dark.
GREEN!
Also I'd ask the computer how many people are normally awake as the 'skeleton crew' since that would give us an idea of how many people have been woken up recently. Just how serious is this still unknown problem? Who could tell us more about it??
At this point I'm thinking any information we can get out of butler-bot would be useful, since we don't even have a direct line to the captain at the moment. We're totally in the dark.
GREEN!
Also I'd ask the computer how many people are normally awake as the 'skeleton crew' since that would give us an idea of how many people have been woken up recently. Just how serious is this still unknown problem? Who could tell us more about it??
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