Mars city, March 2143.
You couldn't keep the grin off your face as the Bison rolled into the Loading bay. Turning on your heel you left the command deck as your marines chuckled over the dropped jaws of the UAC workers in the bay.
As the ramp dropped your good mood fell as you saw Master Sargent Kelly waiting just far enough for the ramp to miss him but not far enough for you to use your marines to escape.
"Master Sargent." You say with a nod, purposefully forgoing a salute.
"Sargent Lexington, I decided to come meet you personally to receive the hard copy of your reports since you opted not to transmit them." He replied in a level tone. Your jaw clenched for a moment. He was trying to make another power play, he likes being top dog of all the marines of mars and having even one outpost outside of his command rankles him.
[ ] how do you handle the situation?
(This is a chance for you guys to give me an idea of what kind of personality your Marine has. also you don't have to send reports to him at all so his asking for them in public is trying to get one up over you.)
[X] Drop by the doctor to get your leg looked at (locked in)
no roll. The doctor doesn't waste time in getting you on the examination table and your pants off. huh, almost sounds dirty when you put it like that, might want to use it to tease Mary in your next e-mail. Still he pronounces a clean bill of health after poking and prodding at your leg though he expects it to scar from you pushing yourself in training before it healed. When you protested about the training comment he slapped the cut and took your almost biting your tongue from the spike of pain as a victory in that little debate.
[X] Head to that Ladies night thing. Since you aren't looking to pick up anyone shoot the breeze. See if you can't make some contacts... but most of all relax. It's been a trying three months.
Rolled 1d20 : 10, total 10
You walk into the bar dressed in your uniform's pants and a skin tight black tank top, mostly to show the person they got sitting by the door that you are in fact female despite being a Marine NCO. Glanceing around a small group of people catch your eye:
[ ] A blonde scientist and a redhead wearing the ugliest pair of glasses you have ever seen and wearing what looks like the drunken lovechild of a pressure suit and a dress. Both of them have their PDAs out and seem to be discussing work; aren't they supposed to be off duty?
[ ] a trio of technicians seemingly half-drunk already.
[ ] a quartet of women in what passes for business dress here on Mars.
[X] Try to talk to the UAC Workers
Rolled 1d100 : 94, total 94
While you waited for the bar to open you caught a cluster of workers in one of the rec rooms and got them talking about local events. When your outpost came up and they relized you were commanding it they all start asking about transfering to it if you ever get some civilian facilites set up, one looked like he was about to start begging when you said you would consider them if any slots opened up. About two hours latter your PDA had resumes for half the workers in Mars city. What the fuck is going on here?
(+10 worker reputation)
redaeth said:
So we don't meet anyone important but we're legends amongst the workers for our escapades during ladies night.
you get to talk to one group rather then all three. a fourth group would have been thrown in if you got a 20.