LordFowl

Implemented in dev. Head of staff access has been equalized.

Implemented in dev.

lol whoops.

As Nanako is no longer on the dev-team, I will be moving this project back to the general subforum.

As Moondancer has decided to leave the dev team, I am returning this to the general subforum.

The intercom is east of the AI

Paramedics have access to the four other airlocks in maintenance, and there should be a hoist and ladder located in EVA storage.

No. Equating it to janitor's is silly - the job and the reasonings is completely different. Janitor's have such wide access because if they didn't they literally cannot do their job. They can stand at the door of security for twenty minutes, begging to be let in to fix a lightbulb or clean a mess, but security and even the AI will often be too busy, because cleaning a mess is of little to no priority on their radar. The AI and the departmental staff on the other hand should be more than happy to let you in to take care of a body, because it is a priority to both of you. On that note, giving paramedics just access to mining is also a flawed idea in and of itself - most accidents don't happen in mining, they happen in the mines. Paramedics should have EVA access already, so they're golden. If miners brought the corpse into mining on their own initiative, they're already there to open the door for paramedics - golden. Overall the janitor's general access is a special, controversial thing done more for mechanical reasons than "it just makes sense". You'll find that most access allotments are done for mechanical reasons like that.

Implemented in; https://github.com/Aurorastation/Aurora.3/pull/4066

Implemented in; https://github.com/Aurorastation/Aurora.3/pull/4066

Reflavour subversion into employee discontentment, highlight at-risk crew as well as at-risk occupation classes and departments based on ratio of members with low company loyalty. "For yor eyes only: Collated Incident Reports indicate that roboticist Urist McMech has expressed consistent disapproval with the network. NTCC recommends coordinating with human resources to resolve any issues. Employee review metrics indicate that the Medical Doctor profession has routinely expressed severe discontent with company action and as such have been marked at-risk. Please handle this situation before matters worsen.", roughly

I have some ideas for a more comprehensive CC report that is more up to date with our current server attitudes, that I will try to implement once my internet situation resolves.

Am I being memed? I asked resident cat lore expert Alberyk and he said make the name as long as reasonably possible. I then considered in addition what the Tajara wiki had to say, in that Tajara take their clan names as their humanized middle names. I then created a humanized name (Borislav Krasimir Kosterlovovich), and added the character's true tajara name (Rrazhkhun’khalzuhn Kodiri Vahzirthaamro Rhagrrhuzau), removed (Rrazhkhun’khalzuhn) because of the ol' razzle dazzle, and then jammed the rest of it in there as a middle name. Do not tell me that I was deceived by Alberyk.

Current suggestions implemented here; https://github.com/Aurorastation/Aurora.3/pull/4038

BYOND Key: LordFowl Character Names: Maximus Crane, K'orzga Rakhir, Waelin Qoul-Nuul'put, Taelir Q'pol Species you are applying to play: Tajara What color do you plan on making your first alien character (Dionaea & IPCs exempt): Taupe Have you read our lore section's page on this species?: Yes. Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a paragraph format. One paragraph minimum per question Why do you wish to play this specific race: It will complete my collection, of course. Tajara also tend to have the tightest cohesion in-game, in both terms of co-operation and conflict. They marry lore and gameplay well, and while I've had interactions with bad Tajara my good interactions tend to be the more memorable. As such, I'd like to myself participate in this interactions not as a bystander but as an active member. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: As I've mentioned above, Tajara appear to be unique amongst other species in that their roleplay is enhanced primarily by other Tajara. Their rich history and customs allow for deeper conflict and greater co-operation. The dynamics that result among these species tend to create some of the more remarkable player-driven stories. Individually, their backstories allow for more depth due to the well-realized lore. Character Name: Borislav Kosterlovovich Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs tabtabtabtabtabBorislav Krasimir Abdul Husaam al-Riaz Vahzirthaamro Rhagrrhuzau Kodiri Kosterlovovich was born December 7th, 2405, as Rrazhkhun’khalzuhn Kodiri Vahzirthaamro Rhagrrhuzau in the Nraz’i mountains to an Al’mari farming family in the service of clan Hadii. His father Kryazkiv bred and slaughtered N’hanzafu with prudent if not a little miserly care, while his mother Royhlakiva wove garments from the wool and crafted tools and trinkets from the horns for sale. Borislav and his younger siblings cared for the cheeses and the meats in their youth, and often took the produce to market with their mother. As Borislav aged however he graduated from the skirts of his mother and assisted his father in the family’s livelihood. He would often be left solely in charge of shepherding the N’hanzafu while his father left to bargain with the Hadii men who came frequently to collect the peasantry’s dues. During these extended periods of solitude, left alone with his thoughts on the yawning icy pastures of the Nraz’i foothills through which the farming community of Al’mari sprawled, young Borislav often dreamt of a higher calling as young kits do. He spied the humble farmer driving his cart from atop the Raharr, and he recoiled, instead preferring the ambitions of the Enforcer’s who rode on their Zhsram throughout the villages, collecting for the Hadii. He envisioned these brave men and women as noble defenders and less as brigands, and ardently desired to one day wear their intimidating armor and wield the sword of Hadii. tabtabtabtabtabTo this end, in the twilight weeks of the year 2420, shortly after his sixteenth birthday, he departed from his Al’mari homestead. Travelling to the west, through the Nraz’i mountains, he endeavored to reach Fort Hadii where he might join the military forces of the lords who had ruled over his family for innumerable generations. The political climate of Adhomai was fiery and tumultuous, and news of first contact with the enigmatic humans had reached even the lowest of Hadii peasants, though the factual details were much obscured by legend and rumor. Nevertheless, young Borislav was not ignorant of the political ramifications of this event, and even amongst his own peers he heard whispers of rebellion. He knew this would be an ideal time to pursue his ambition as the nobility began bolstering their standing armies in fear of war, and he perhaps naively believed that with great demonstration of loyalty and strength he might be personally recognized by Lord Hadii. Shortly after he enlisted within the Alam’ardii of the Hadii as a basic infantryman, in the early months of 2421, the Great War erupted. While training was fierce Borislav saw little actual conflict in the first years of the war, being kept in reserve by the Hadii nobles to defend Hadii lands while other nobles wasted their armies in pursuit of the dying dream. His primary duty for the early years of the war was defending the sprawling Al’mari city center as part of several elements entrenched throughout the Nraz’i foothills, keeping watch for a rebel army that many of his comrades believed would be destroyed long before it ever reached Hadii soil. While his family toiled in the economic drought of war, Borislav was taught to despise the rebel by his M’sai sergeants and his Njariri officers, to despise them for the bloodshed and discord they brought upon Hadii lands, to despise them for co-operating with the aliens who sought to displace noble rule with their own puppets. Young, impressionable, and loyal to the end, Borislav devoured these teachings with great voracity, all the while hungering still to be uplifted to the ranks of the lesser nobles, the enforcers and the officers who he still revered. As the war progressed however, this worship would begin to crack and as the fighting began to encroach upon Hadii lands and as word of loyalist atrocities began to rival that of the rebel atrocities he had been taught Borislav began to worry that perhaps his sergeants and his officers were not as noble as once he had believed, and he began to wonder if perhaps the rebel was not entirely wrong in their beliefs. tabtabtabtabtabHe did not have much time to ruminate on these thoughts, as the rebel fighting finally reached Al’mari, and the trenches he and his comrades had first dug years ago begin to fill with blood. The fighting in the city outskirts was fierce, and many sleepless nights were spent repelling the vanguards of the rebel horde as emplacements to either side of his own began to crumble and crack. Days after the first shot the rebel assaults began to dwindle, and at first Borislav and his comrades began to think that victory was at hand. Their superiors knew better however, and to the great surprise of many of the enlisted Rhgrrhuzau Hadii ordered the withdrawal of the forces to castle Hadii, sacrifice Al’mari in favor of concentrating defense on the homesteads of the nobility. As the Alam’ardii retreated the enigmatic reasoning soon became obvious to Borislav as reports of the rear column’s collapse to coordinated rebel laser fire, a horrific departure from the primitive weapons the rebel vanguard had been using, a weapon that the primitive emplacements of the Alam’ardii was no match for. Borislav did not feel safe until the gates of castle Hadii had slammed shut behind his platoon, but while there was much security there was no rest, and he was quickly stationed in a distant turret atop a drum tower along the outer wall of castle Hadii, with two other soldiers and a large gatling gun. The M’sai sergeant, named Rrhakhun, was responsible for aiming the gun while Borislav pumped the crank and a Zhan-Khazan named Krrazghan was responsible for keeping the emplacement loaded. tabtabtabtabtabThe six-month long siege of castle Hadii had begun, though to Borislav it seemed more like an eternity. The days were long and lonely, with none but the imperious sergeant and the tight-lipped Zhan-Khazan to keep pensive Borislav company. He began to miss ardently the days of his youth where he might be kept company by his loving family, his mother and his siblings, but even in the worst of times he was never far from the N’hanzafu who would listen to his troubles with placid ears. He barely remembered the passion of his young-self, and he scorned the naïve dreams of grandeur that had led him to this place, but judging from the fiery glow on the horizon that marked Al’mari from his high tower, he began to wonder if these dreams were the only reason he was still alive. These thoughts were often interrupted by innumerable rebel forays and countless loyalist sorties, each one brief but individually memorable as indescribably bloody. From high atop his tower it all seemed so futile – any ground one side gained in their assault was soon lost to the other side in the next. For the first few weeks of the invasion his tower never fired a single shot as the modern trenches surrounding the ancient walls bore the brunt of rebel assault. Nonetheless, despite Borislav’s analysis the no man’s land slowly began to shrink as the rebel forces began to bolster from reinforcements and the loyalist forces began to dwindle. By the second month of the siege the outer trenches had fallen, and for the remaining four months Borislav’s tower would shake like an earthquake had struck, so often was the gatling gun fired indiscriminately at the ant-like hordes that swarmed the foot of the walls. Borislav’s arms would feel numb, like wooden prosthetics hanging limply from his shoulder, so much did he pump the gatling’s crank throughout the day. Some days so continuous was the fighting that Rrhakhun would give the order to crank in the morning and Borislav would crank without cease throughout the day, only taking the briefest of breaks when the Rrhakhun surmised the weapon could take no more gave it a few minutes to cool down. Throughout these final months Borislav finally broke through the quiet Krrazghan and made a comrade out of him, though the M’sai Rrhakhun still remained as imperious and aloof as ever, consorting only with sergeants from other turrets in the long hours of the night when the rebels licked their wounds. tabtabtabtabtabAs the final weeks of the siege approached unbeknownst to Borislav, the fighting began to look its grimmest. Both he and Krrazghan agreed that the outcome was not to be in their favor, and they began to wonder if their loyalty, broken long ago as it was, bound them to die like dogs to the rebel armies that thronged to the castle walls like an ocean hugs a beach. In the final week of the siege they devised a rough plan to murder Rrhakhun and defect to the rebels, where they might easily desert after the war was won. As fate would have it however, this plan was never realized and before they could strike their sergeant the infamous deal between Hadii and the rebels was struck, and the hordes departed from the walls of castle Hadii as quickly as they had come. Hadii’s forces were still confined to the castle, but no longer was the constant threat of gruesome and ignoble death held over the heads of the Alam’ardii. The final months of the war passed without incident, and it was sooner than he knew it that Borislav and his comrades were freed from their imposed confinement, veterans at last. tabtabtabtabtabReturning to the ruins of Al’mari, Borislav found no sign of the past he had once known – the pastures were no more than ashes, the farms mere husk, and his family gone without trace. He hoped they had defected to the rebels, but he feared that they occupied a mass grave somewhere in the foothills of the indifferent Nraz’i mountains. With no trade and no family and no hand in the reconstruction efforts of the city that he and his superiors had failed to defend Borislav found himself returning to military service after some years of poverty despite the oaths he made to forsake such a career after the resolution of the Great War. The armies of the People’s Republic were not much different to the armies he had once known, and he found himself quickly re-integrating into the dark habits of old. Twenty years of tenuous peace could not be held equivalent to ten years of fierce, bloody war, and his nights were filled by dreams weighed heavily by the atrocities of the war he once knew. Forty-six by the outbreak of the second Great War Borislav found himself exempt from the confusing loyalties that fractured the People’s Republic with the secession of Nated’Hakhan, and before his unit ever saw conflict he was discharged on account of his failing eyesight. tabtabtabtabtabDismayed by the constant cycle of bloody war and fitful peace, he fled Adhomai one late evening 2452, and with the assistance of his old comrade Krrazghan – now Artyom and the head of a moderately successful goods distributor based out of Mendell, Borislav found only moderate difficult in integrating with the alien workforce, and worked without reservation under Artyom, spending the long days protecting goods as they moved throughout Little Adhomai and Mendell City, and wasting away the short nights reminiscing with Artyom and the innumerable other veterans who had been displaced throughout the years, drifting inexorably towards Tau Ceti. Artyom’s health began to decline in 2456, and under Borislav’s counsel he retired to live the remainder of his years in relative peace, leaving his company, which had by now become global, in the hands of the investors. Inevitably, NanoTrasen purchased it, gutted it, and spread its remaining workers throughout the NanoTrasen corporate fleet. It was under such circumstance that Borislav was hired aboard the NSS Aurora, now an old veteran of 54 with only a little more kick in his bones. His once vibrant taupe mane began to grey, and his eyesight dwindled so severely that he spent much money in procuring spectacles. The dreams of his youth had by now crumbled completely, and he was content to spend his final years as little more than an old warhorse toiling at honest work in a warehouse full of dusty goods that did not scream, did not bleed, and did not talk much at all. What do you like about this character? he is oc donut steel. I also liked writing about the first Great War when it seems many characters find their Space 'Nam in the second Great War, so I am looking forward to the interactions this backstory might bring. How would you rate your role-playing ability? A solid apple out of ten. Notes: An actual note! I never thought this section would ever see use: The backstory is written assuming that ancestral Hadii lands are held in Al'mari at the base of fort Hadii based on the reasoning that it is what someone would obviously think fort Hadii = castle Hadii, Al'mari is named after the previous lord Hadii or vice versa, but there is just as much an argument for declaring that ancestral Hadii lands are in Nal'Tor based on the reasoning that president Hadii would make his home the capital - the wiki is not clear on the matter, insofar as I could tell.

Whatever the ultimate "official" ruling on this may be, know that forever to come the actions of this round will be declared canon in the hearts of all true Aurorans, and no badmin or loredev could ever change that. The canon lives long in our hearts alone!

Alternatively because a wire runs directly under there and putting the entire length of the AI cable under reinforced wall is a little much in favor of the AI.

Tourettes was never removed? As I noted in the PR all I've done is expand the currently extant tourettes to include a speech filter, and to create a trauma trait for it.

you can literally carry like 50 metal rods in one stack git gud

or..or..just increment dizziness and confusion instead of using cryptobiolin as a middleman for no reason

Cryptobiolin is a space chemical. There is no need to use the chemistry system to implement anaesthetic changes. Anesthesia is not a space chem, it is a gas, and gasses really are not designed to integrate with the chemistry system.

Idea is not terrible, but accomplishing it via generating cryptobiolin is a shitty idea. Anaesthesia does not just magically cause your body to synthesize a space chem.

That's not really what an implant does, however. This was decided upon the last time this implant controversy came up a few months ago - people would prefer the mechanics of what an implant actually does to be so vague as to be pretty much useless and almost completely unenforcable except in the most extreme of circumstances (to which point you could just say NT wouldn't hire a character in such a circumstance to such a high position), to the point where the implant's purpose is clear OoCly, just a mechanical way of keeping high value targets out of the immediate reach of antaggery. The mindshield implant accomplishes the same while being more true to itself and without bothering with the vague nothingness of the LI.

You are quibbling minor details - the lore of the device is not a major blocking issue, and this becomes readily more apparent when you yourself admit that there is currently a dearth of lore available on the subject, thus great potential to fill it with lore that justifies the existence of a more concrete apparatus than the loyalty implant. The lore that I am "injecting" serves as an example of one such explanation. The loyalty implant, "slave" implant or not (while you are correct in identifying that its exact function is unclear, it is without a doubt a mind-altering device by its very nature), is an example of technology that exists canonically and that NanoTrasen would have an interest in defending it's high personnel from - hence the mindshield. If you don't support the idea you will need a better reason than "it acknowledges antagonists!" to convince me. It does no such thing. At best it acknowledges the existence and threat of mind altering technology, such as implants or drugs or hypnosis or any other million of other things that NanoTrasen would be interested in defending against, and the existence of these things is already a given and indeed proven by the existence of the loyalty implant, so I fail to see the issue.

An inconsequential complaint - of course mind altering implants exist - that is what a loyalty implant is, after all, isn't it? The technology already exists that confirms the presence of "slave implants", and NanoTrasen of course has the most experience having designed some themselves. With the loyalty implant removed for whatever reason, it still stands in their best interest to keep their key personnel shielded from subversive control, which if not a common counterintelligence technology is still certainly an extant one, and thus a significant threat. The "lore perspective" is easily shifted to suit the needs.