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I'd like this, it'll work for both sides as nuke ops can tell when Officer Mcdickrambo is reaching into his bag for a carbine, or tell officers when Mcrobustlizzie is reaching into their belt for a pistol.

How about we just let every race be heads, if one is barred then this topic is gonna keep popping up and causing a shit storm everytime.

All stations exist in the same universe. Goon and hippie are the problem stations, Hypatia and Bay are the safest and most productive, Alium is where they ship the mentally damaged, CM is really an arena for the entertainment of Execs(Same with Traitor Deathmatch).

R.4.N.G.0: Untagged A newly freed IPC buys weapons, fuses kevlar to his chassis, and goes on a murderous rampage to get revenge on his abusive masters.

I remember reading flavour text of somebody which mentioned a whole list of tattooes with brackets all over the place, explaining the levels of nakedness necessary to spot this or that one (that was before the convenient update). I mean, dat gurl BEGGED to be stripped naked. This is why all of my chars are eitherly not able to sexually reproduce, are happily married, or have taken a vow of chastity so they can hold off dese thirsty hoes.

Cain lowers his gun from the building and sighs. "I'll look for Connor, stay here and scream if something else happens." before being to retrace his steps.

This could be useful next time we got an event with monsters or raiders or whatever, we can bolt the arrivals doors to prevent creatures from getting in or out of arrivals.

The NSS Aurora is CentCom's problem station, where they ship all the idiots, crazies, and other unwanted people.

Yeah, Imraj speaks a fucked-up version of punjabi and my other russian-based chars(Who don't exist on this server) speak a shit form of russian.

Here's what I'm saying, give the detective a stun revolver. There, simple, done, no more detectives shooting someone in the head for stealing their drink.

Just gonna drop my opinion. Can't an IPC be programmed to be a good head of staff? It wouldn't have emotions and would look out for NT's interests rather than anyone else's, and would be extremely loyal.

I dare someone to do a drawing of imraj in standard security gear, looks like his flavour text.

First time I played this game, a rogue AI killed me with flaming plasma as a sec borg came in to laser me to death. Second time, I had a wrestler mask on and wound up joining a gang.

Once on the 40k server I was an ork warboss and took out a whole ultramarine squad, a squad of salamanders, killed most of the station, married a female slave(Who died later), killed an oddboy that tried to usurp me, and survived an exterminus attempt. They had to blow up the whole planet to take me down.

Pretty much any sci-fi series, like 40k, star wars/trek, and SS13. Why? Because I've ALWAYS wanted to be the captain of my own space ship.

Grabbing his shotgun out of his makeshift holster, Cain looks behind him and says "Where the hell's Gideon and O'Connor?".

Imraj stares at the telescreen in his study, cleaning an newly bought shotgun. "I knew we should have fucking destroyed it..." he mutters. "Now the godamn thing knows our secrets, our plans, our fucking personal data!". Hearing a noise, Imraj checks his windows and doors, before sitting back down in his study. "I tried to stop it...shit, they're gonna fucking come after me.". Content with the state of his shotgun, Imraj sets his on his wall among an arsenal of other weaponry, from knives and curved swords to assault rifles and a LAWP. "If they come for me, I'll fucking be ready." before walking out of the room to sleep. His next shift on the Aurora was in 8 hours.

What about a leg upgrade that lets people run faster? Or an arm upgrade that gives you implanted stun knuckles.

Looks at Inis, confused, and then looks back at the building "Should we...check it out?".

That's actually a smart idea, also maybe add in bluespace belts that are like bluespace bags, but belts?

Cain finally arrives to Inis and stares at the shaking building, asking Inis "What the hell happened?!"

Get my gun ready and walk down the lit path.

Imraj stood in a desert, regretting ever taking this job. The brutal sandstorms covered the base he was working in on a daily basis, the wind could tear through the hardest of clothing and bust any window in sight, but that still didn't stop NT from setting up a base on Arcis VI. So he stood there, wearing a pair of goggles with cloth wrapped around his face, a helmet tightly secured on his head, with a dusty camo greatcoat protecting his body from the died down sands as he wore body armour underneath. jackboots prevented the sand from getting into his socks, but barely. As he looked around him, he could see similarly dressed men, each one surveying the site, looking for any sight of raiders. A little over 10 years ago Arcis VI was host to a violent civil war as people fought against NT's control. No one was sure what started it, but the other side won and failed to set up a proper government. Within 6 months, the planet devolved into a anarchy. Gangs roamed the deserts, attacking settlements and brutally murdering anyone they came across. But as NT began to move it's forces back in, the planet was on it's way back to proper living as mercenaries, like Imraj, were hired to bring order back. Imraj soon felt a tapping at his shoulder and turned to see a member of his squad, evident by the mark he bore on his helmet (A blue star) motioning him to follow. They soon re-entered the base and Imraj was face-to-face with the commander of the base, Alastair. Alastair was dressed in a black suit, wearing a black trench-coat to match. With jackboots and a pistol on his waist Alastair looked to be a very important man, but his usual smile was gone, a expression of annoyance covered his face. "BRAR!" He screamed, his face inches away from Imraj. "You fucking get your fucking ears checked, hear me? We called you inside five fucking times!". It took Imraj nearly every fiber of his being not to yell back "Apologies, the sand must of gotten back into my earpiece, sir.". Alastair, looking discontent with Imraj's responce said "Get to your squad briefing room, they're waiting on you.". Imraj nodded and spun on his heel, making his way down the grey metal walls to a door with a Blue Star on it, he pressed it open and walked in. The room was a spacious one with a row of chairs in the center, facing a podium. There were four doors, each one with a different symbol on them. A red cross, a grey wrench, A gold star, and a laser carbine. Each one represented the medical, engineering, command, and armoury rooms respectively. Imraj was about to enter the armoury to gear up when he noticed the rest of the squad starting at him from the opposite end of the room. "About fucking time." Muttered his squad leader, Davis. Imraj merely grunted and open the door. He grabbed a C-20r and put it on his waist, grabbing two clips to use as ammo he also grabbed a Colt 1911 and shoved it into a small holster on his chest. After a short trip into the medical section to refill his stores of medicine in his backpack, Imraj turned to the rest of his squad and nodded. They left the room and began to walk towards the dock, due to the high sands of the planet the best form of transport was a mag-lev train. As they all clambered into the cars the Squad Leader gave the OK to the engineers to start up the train, and they began to speed down the tracks. "What arrrrre we even going forrr?" Asked a tajara who was checking his shotgun's ammo. "Raiders, what else?" Responded one of the squad's grunts. Davis, noticing the talking, said "Raiders hit another mining colony, we're to go in there and check the area with local defenders.". "Joy." muttered one of the engineers in the car "Can't believe NT is bothering to try to civilize this dump.". "What'd you expect?" grumbled the tajara from earlier "Planet has plasma, NT wants it.". Davis looked out the windows of the train and said "If you ask me, they sho--" his words were cut short as a large boom washed over the train, as it began to go out of control, flipping over numerous times before finally stopping. Imraj groaned and unbuckled himself "Everyone good?". The other soldiers all groaned and muttered yes. The tajara was immediately out of his seat and forced open the door on the side of the train car "Everrryone out.". As Imraj clambered out with the rest of the group he saw the damage to the train. The tracks were demolished, completely gone as parts of the train were smoking and on fire, the cargo inside eitherly destroyed or scattered on the floor. Another deafening boom has heard as a train car, the engine, as destroyed in an explosion. Davis looked at the wreckage and yelled "Everyone! Get your fucking gear on and starting running down the tracks! This was not an accident.". The soldiers quickly packed whatever they could take and began to walk down the tracks as they heard another boom, the track in front of them as decimated. "What the hell?!" Screamed an engineer, "Fucking tracks must of been built on some sort of ex--" again, the man's words were cut again as a large horn was heard from behind them. All the soldiers turned at once to see a collection of vehicles in the distance spewing black smoke and carrying banners on them. "Shit, shit,shit." said the engineer as he turned to Davis "Do we surrender?". Davis merely looked at the panicking trooper and said "No, they were likely the ones who set the trap, they knew someone was gonna come here eventually and laid in wait." Imraj looked away from the on-coming storm of black smoke and says "Then what the hell do we do?". "Grab what the hell you can, and run." Stated Davis before he began to run towards a near-by spire of red rock. The other soldiers followed suit, unsure of what was to come next...

Slaughter Imraj Brar, do it