The Culpepr Incident

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**TheWildHost**

[Mod Edit - That's really not appropriate, and it violated Rule #1 as well.]

**Mortified**

Sorry for being a little late...!

Name: Korie (♀)
Personality: Quiet. Often off in her own little world. Mutters to herself a bit.
Faction: rebel
Class: medic
Personal History: Growing up, everyone just assumed she was mute. Then they heard occasional mutterings and changed their minds. Because she talks so little, her family doesn’t talk to her much, either. She’s just kind of “there”.
Family: She lived with her mother and two younger brothers. Her father left when she was very young. Her mother is now remarried. (Her younger brothers are her half-brothers.)
Worst Fear: Birds and other flying things. She doesn’t understand how they can fly, even after learning it. It just seems illogical to her and it frightens her.
Hopes For The Future: To gain more confidence and to be surrounded by friends. A difficult task for such a quiet person.
Motivation: Her love for her town.
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Toughness: 3
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 1

**Borkin**

6

**mink580**

Wild no its not you just have badluck

**mink580**

Sam - You fire several shots off all missing, giving away your postion and you are fired at 1-10

**Borkin**

6

**mink580**

You dodge a majority of the bullets but one grazes your left arm, you can continue to fight but you are in slight pain.

**Mordoskul**

BIC:
Standing atop the turret of the Tarantula Walker, the Inquisitor oversaw the attack on Culpepr, directing squads and kill teams to systematically dismantle the enemy. Directing the slave-brain of the walker over the crude fortifications, the Inquisitor lay down a withering barrage of fire upon several buildings, either ruining them or forcing their occupants to take cover. Stepping atop a great platform that resembled a speaker's podium, the Inquisitor stepped up to the overcomm and began to speak even as the platform elevated slightly from the walker. His flat and emotionless voice boomed from great speakers built into the Tarantula, carrying across the entire settlement. "Enemies of the Voice hear the Truth. The Voice has tasked us with bringing your settlement into compliance, a task we will not fail to achieve. Two options are available to you: compliance or termination, both are acceptable to the Conclave. You have five standard minutes to come to an agreement. If you wisely choose compliance, present us with your leaders for their immediate termination. We await your decision." With terrible silence more deafening than the speech itself, the speakers switched off as Culpepr burned.

**mink580**

You hear a loud muzzle bang 1-10

**Mordoskul**

7

**mink580**

The bullet pierces deep into your right thigh, it drill in and lodges itself into your bone. 1-10

**Mordoskul**

3

**mink580**

You collapse to the ground and start seizing, dust and dirt fill into your open wound, you pass out 13 hours later you wake up on a cot missing your right leg. 1-10

**Mordoskul**

6

**mink580**

Whilst you hold a light grip on to your sanity a doctor walks in and tells you what happened, and how it is unlikely you will walk again... 1-10

**Mordoskul**

5

**mink580**

You slowly loss grip on your sanity, but remain partial control, you will now hallucinate randomly.

**Mordoskul**

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Suck it up you pussy

That seems rather unfair, I know Mink not be that petty.

**darksage**

this is to fast pace. 7 for shooting and can I at least try to save Jason? If I can't my character is useless if people die this fast.

**Mordoskul**

Calling for a surgeon, the Inquisitor orders that his ruined limb be replaced by a mechanical prosthesis, and that his mind be selectively purged, as to remove his affliction.

**mink580**

Darrin- your shots hit... the healing part he isn't dead yet just unconscious and losing allot of blood so 1-10

**mink580**

Inquisitor 1-10 2x

**Mordoskul**

6
4

**mink580**

Inquisitor 1-10 2x again

Filler: Your body does not react well with the false limb and intrusive brain surgery and starts to attack the areas that it occurred in.

**Mordoskul**

7
5

**mink580**

After several short minutes that things seam normal your body starts to tighten and you curl up into a ball, in your lap you see a face with silver hair and blood red eyes it opens its mouth and tries to eat you, you think this is real and after it happens your mind shuts off as thought it was removed from your body.

**Mordoskul**

Name: 230591U5 "Confessor"
Faction: Conclave
Class: Thought Police Officer
Personal History: Since the death of the Inquisitor, the Confessor has taken command of the Culpepr strike force, determined to finish what his predecessor started. Unlike the Inquisitor, the Confessor has no intentions of Reeducating the nonstandards of Culpepr, instead intending to expunge the settlement from the map. His wrath unending and terrible, the Confessor will not stop until every nonstandard is terminated.
Family: None, vat-grown gene-hybrid
Worst Fear: The Confessor only fears that he will somehow fail the Conclave in his mission.
Hopes For the Future: To smash the settlement of Culpepr utterly
Motivation: The destruction of Culpepr.
Strength: 2
Agility: 3
Toughness: 3
Will Power: 6
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 1

**darksage**

"Hang on!" Darrin rushes over him and starts to operate. "I got the bastards." 5 to save him.

**Borkin**

Reload, and continue firing at the building.

Sam, shaken at the bullet that had just grazed his arm, spat out a curse, slapped a fresh clip into his pistol, and continued firing at the troops inside the building.

**mink580**

Sam 1-10

Darrin - You get to him just in time, quickly patching up the wound, and saving his life, it will take awhile form him to fully recover.