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  1. On 11/28/2018 at 11:23 AM, SirCuddlebottom said:

    Ey nerds, it's ya boy Fyrd here. You may or may not have noticed that security has been somewhat decent lately and that's because I've not played for like... a week maybe? and don't plan on doing so anytime soon. To make a very long and painful story short and light-hearted, someone who I will not name caused a lot of problems for themselves and those around them, all sparked by a silly spess game in which we beat up clowns and such. 

    So yeah as it stands I can't bloody stand to even look at the game without wanting to vomit so I'll be off for a while, I don't know how long. I still like the game and I still like a lot of you guys, I just came to associate it with something less than pleasant. I'll still be on discord for a chat every now and then.

     

    Yours sincerely,

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    Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Just came from military, to have some relax with the spess, and came to saw this... Fyrd is definitely my favourite amongst chef-securite. Mostly for the sec shifts were quite hilarious in your lead, as you did it in a both friendly and initiative way! Hope we'll seen you soon enough. People are people, even in a game meant to give us all fun time and honks.

  2. Creative ways of interrogating evil criminals are creative.

    A person surrendered, claiming to be a criminal, a traitor. The thing was, she refused to say anything more unless tortured. Psychologist wasn't around, and jailing for this claim, considering the strange will to get tortured, seem not right. Torture was of course out of question, so HoS tried... this.

    Scenario finished into Araneus getting mad and eating me (the officer present on the picture) alive.

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  3. On 11/13/2018 at 10:30 PM, TheClosetMailman said:

    When it comes to door hacking, it really is just pulsing wires untill you find the one that don`t fry you.

     

    Problem is, youll most likely find the fry wire before the pry wire.

    Yep. Strangely enough, I did pulse all the wires there, and mend some cut wires. None did anything. There were no power? Room APC was yet working, as the other doors in tele room operated well. Any idea which might be the cause for such behavior? I was embarrassed, so decided just go through, honk.

  4. On 11/10/2018 at 10:14 AM, TheClosetMailman said:

    The dummies at sec.

    When you going after someone in an area you don't have access to, remember a FUKKEN toolbox and a multitool

    He-he, I got them there, but was not an electrician enough to fix the door. Got through the wall instead!

  5. On ‎10‎/‎10‎/‎2018 at 11:55 AM, davidchan said:

    As long as most of the paychecks are coming form Department Accounts (with perhaps a stipend from CC to each account to support but not fully cover costs) I feel the system could work really well. SOP and Space Law would have to be updated to cover Embezzlement and Fraud, with the HoP and IAAs having to keep an eye on accounts to watch for suspicious activity and do audits if someone suddenly gets rich for no reason. Clever agents just finding a way to create or hijack multiple accounts and play the shell game with their money.

    I guess for me the perfect system would be that all EFTPOS transactions go to the dept account with the seller (who ever configured the scanner) getting a commision of 5-20% of the sale (Dept Head can set this from their office) and 5% being taxed by Command and another 5% being taxed by CC. Command could alter this tax rate to suit their needs as could CC change their rate. Admins could run events where CC bumps the tax rate up to cover costs, or issues fines or the like upon Command that must be paid or face severe consequences (with the extreme example being the crew fucking up so bad they have 15 minutes or so to raise 100k or 1 million or else CC will send in a Deathsquad, and going off the lore as is they might just send the squad in anyways.)

    This.

    Another idea. Having money, you should always be in the danger of lose it all! The world is full of scum, thieves, robbers and punks, who all want to get the easy money out of you, so the space should be full of space robbers, too! It would, for example, be an antag objective to rob certain amount of money (a petty theft in terms of the small number of robbed personnel would still not be self-antagging). Either from the crew, either from some secure space gold vault located in the Brig. Robbing the crew would happen by skimming their ID cards with a PDA with a skimming cartridge. Or otherwise, the money we are talking about would be received and transacted as cash. The persistent money being spawned as cash to your life-gear box, or a wallet being spawned with the correct cash amount in the backpack.

    Being able to unwillingly lose all your money would empty the pockets of the filthy-rich nerds at least sometimes, so balancing the fact some will have it more and some less.

  6. Enchancing the station and job goal system would be something. From my viewpoint, I learned the SS13 as game here at Paradise, recently I have been testing some other servers. The thing Paradise has, in comparison to the others, actually is that so-called medium role play. Like, the timespan here is perfect. Not too long shifts for an about-casual gamer to participate from the beginning to the end, nor they are too short, for having room to do some RP. However, the station lacks goals that require work from all hands, goals other than just staying alive with the antag terror and space happening. Such a goal would endorse a bit more RP and co-operation to happen.

    Sure a problem here is how to implement the completion check for the goals. I would say the new goals would not be job or departement specific, but issued to the station as whole; like it is now. The work needed to complete those goals should just be bit more dynamic, and the most, to require more people working for the goals.

    How about a goal to build a new part to the station? Or a goal to build a new, tiny station or research vessel? These would require the HoP to hire the greytide as low-cost builders, the engineering to see over the work, cargo to supply materials, medical to save the asses of those cheapworkers, robotics to build like new constructor-variants of the Ripley to speed up the building work significantly, some persons from each department to co-ordinate the new ministation's departments, what kind of they are going to be, and so forth. A building goal would, in the other hand, require the completion check done by an admin, or actually, by some on-board person as part of their IC work, like the captain or the RD.

    Another one, how about a scientific mission to a gateway world, to acquire certain special items, minerals or lifeforms, which then should be processed by Science somehow? 

     

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  7. Name: Jean REGULIER
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male

    Race: Caucasian.
    Place of birth: Mourmellon-le-Grand, Champagne, France, Earth
    Height: 185 cm

    Blood Type: A+

    Hair: Light brown
    Eyes: Steel blue
    Body markings: None.  
    Religious beliefs: Christian, Space Protestant

    General Occupational Role(s):
    Medical Doctor, all Medical roles
    Security Officer, all Security roles

    Appreance
    Jean's appreance is vivid, and his posture is notably good - apart from his English, which is, well, you have to bear with it. Happen you to note him aboard the Cyberiad, it is almost certain he is smiling, even during those situtions in which space has happened the most.

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    Mugshot:

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    Art by @Norstead

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    Biography

    On Jean's papers you find out that he has quite a record for his age. On the other hand, there are only the work and degree records, not much else on ink. Work records doesn't tell much about a person as themselves - they just caricature them to wear uniforms, out of which you have to guess what is moving inside their head by why they have liked that and that kind of work.

    Well, concerning Jean, the grey, bulk, NanoTransen-marked crew record folder you are now holding on your hands does draw Jean in a number of different jobs. Opening it, you see four smaller folders inside it, sorted by date issued.

    The first one is an university degree. Text is French Common by language: Jean had attended the theological faculty of the university of Paris, by years 2552-2554, achieving the degree of licence on Space Protestant theology. You notice, though, that the university seal on the degree certificate looks bit odd... printed? However, rumors say that Jean could, if initiaded, talk about all the cool grammar issues of ancient Latin, Greek and Hebrew, along with space Protestant theology, until the poor boy to initiate that gets a violent SSD attack. So for your cortical health, better not to be asking him the details of his theological studies.

    The next document - few papers on a plastic sheet - states: Legion d'Etrangere d'Espace. So Jean was a legionnaire. If you check his appreance another time, he is not only a smiling being, he does have a certain posture aswell. That's what you get with full five-year contract with the kepi-blanc. Yes, they use those even in space marine service, if the caporal-chef is up for it; attached to their EVA head gear. If the chef's not, then only the standard-issue green beret is required, in all circumstancies. Sure it was here, where Jean learned the habit to call all his superiors "chef", for the annoyance of those Galactic Common speakers who are not so into the art of making food.

    Jean's final rank in the Legion was the caporal-chef. So says the 'carte d'identite militaire' as attached. The service record adds that he had specialist training aswell. Namely, on transmissions of cavalry branch units, both basic and tactical. "Well that does explain the relative lack of robust, as we are talking here of an ex-legionnaire claimed?", you note to self when reading that. Signals are for nerds. Nerds are for signals. Apparently his service went well, anyway. Off Jean got in 2559. A visible remainder of this phase in Jean's life, besides his firm appreance and chef-talk as mentioned, is his apparent fondness of beret-style headwear.

    Then there is the passport. Oui! Standard issue of Space France, dated to 2557, all good-looking and not-suspicious.
    Something you note, though, is that the passport is the only actual identifaction document Jean's papers do provide, apart from that military ID. No information on family, relatives, no medical records apart of those by NAS Trurl -based officials, nothing to give away where Jean is actually from and where he had spent his youth, before the legionnaire service. The passport states Jean birth as "France". Jean's NanoTransen mugshot does explicate it as Mourmellon-le-Grand in Champagne. As Jean's favourite philophical quota puts it - "Somebody does piss on you, too" (it was a graffiti above an urinal somewhere back in Earth) - who knows, which parts of all the stories are just nice and honking bullshit?

    Fourth small folder, and the last one not issued by NAS Trurl-based NT officials, are two papers in one light-blue vouche. The vouche looks like quite new; it carries the traditional UN symbol and the heading "SOLGOV". The first paper inside there is again a military service record. This time it is from the SolGov Solar Rapid Deployment Force. It states Jean as a junior combat medical officer, with a rank of lieutenant 2nd class. The date Jean got that promotion is just one month before the date of the service was terminated. The another paper may explain this: it is medical doctor's degree, namely a licence on doctoring. Jean was studying medical science at a SolGov-funded program on Earth, this time in Finland, which trained junior medical officers to military units stationed to outer Solar space. Apparently Jean was not satisfied on the terms of SolGov military service, as he had exit the Force before really being in the service.

    So here we come to the last record to mention: Crew Record, NanoTransen, Epsilon Eridani Sector. Namely, the catalog of this crew record folder as whole. Guess the SolGov officials was not that happy of Jean leaving the medical officer service so quick, guess there is something not so honky on Jean's personal life, guess there is something behind his uncertain origins - now he is here, in this sector, behind Space Jesus' back, anytime ready to be assigned aboard the main Nanotransen scientific asset on the area, the NSS Cyberiad.

    In the crew record catalogue you can find a number of shift assigment orders from hands of few Cyberiad Heads of Personnel. That indicates that Jean has been working quite nerdlike since he had arrived to the sector. Not that long ago, you note, too. According to these, all offices of the Medical and Security department had been held by Jean for several times. Even he managed to survive the Gateway! Well, only one serious assigment this says, could be just luck... and oh, what is this fancy-coloured paper with smileys on it? "NAS Trurl G7: Crew Welfare Command Assigment, Employee: 'Le Honk'..." oh, there is a stamp of SECRET visible on the edge, better not to be issued with this!"

     

     

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    Other Notes:
    - Ze French-way broken Galactic common Jean speaks has the frequent ze-sounds from the back of mouth, contrary to the German style of the cutting "Z" from the teeth. Imagine an all-drunk French gentleman saying "send", zsend. Yet, if you try Jean with the French Common, that may lead you to some questions concerning his said background. All around you could still say, that at least he acts like a French, loves the French like a French, and eat baguette, nutella and couscous royale just like a French.

    - Jean has picked up a habit of smoking Robust during his service in the Cyberiad. Doesn't it tell bit of him being jealous of those hard-robust dudes Jean has met (and the obvious results of those meetings)?

    - Happy to be friendly for everyone, Jean especially loves to do his work in co-operation with others.
    The favourite Cyberiad-based war story he recites by the bar-desk of the "Harmbaton", concerns one of his first assigments of Detective, having a Vox mime called Voidling as his companion. It is hard to decide, which part of that story is the most exaggeriting one: Jean not being a nerd, but robust, a mime being a Vox and a member of the Security, or the uncertain but big number of Syndicate space punks the dynamic duo were to reveal for the greater praise of Nanotransen?

     

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  8. On 7/31/2018 at 6:49 PM, Regular Joe said:

    By now you'll meet me at the Medbay practising the doctoring - hope you got luck if you eventually get onto my surgery table! Happy space trails, everyone.

     

     

    That happened faster than I believed to. Sorry for that poor prisoner, whose skull I repaired ancient Egyptian style, ie. without anesthetics.

  9. Hello, this is Joe the Regular speaking.

    Got to know about SS13 by a friend few weeks ago. I've been playing on Paradise station since. Well this game definitely is something, how haven't I ever before heard about it!

    My character names by now are Jean Regulier and Pete Sundown, between which I change whether I'm on the mood to role-play a kind French medical worker or more arrogant Texan. On my own I'm actually Finnish guy on twenties, yet having a knack on the French and the Western's. The first due military service with them (yes, it is absolutely pleasant to operate with the French without speaking that universal language francaise... "ze patrol ze centre-operations must ask ze changement des route...") and the last due keen interest on Western films, so that's the point on my RP's.

    By now you'll meet me at the Medbay practising the doctoring - hope you got luck if you eventually get onto my surgery table! Happy space trails, everyone.

     

     

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