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You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

Haha, sorry I sneakposted before you Baz

but anyway the mom friend has arrived finally, sorry I'm posting so late guys

You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

@Starlance @Voltus_Ventus @Bazmund

The small bunk was barely visible beneath the enormous open suitcase on top of it - a carbon plastic outer shell, bright pink with a pattern of tiny playful kittens, lined with foam and liquid-proof synthetic textile. Four small piles of clothing lay neatly stacked at one end, packed up and vaccuum sealed to preserve space, with various personal items wedged between them. The rest of it was occupied by medical tools - a Mobile Sterilization Unit Mini.I2, and in it a set of scrubs, a half-empty box of disposable ecolatex gloves, a small Diagnostics Medpad, and an empty injector with an unopened pack of accelerator needles. There was also a hefty looking wooden box beside them - Deirdre's prized set of vintage surgical tools, given to her by her parents for her graduation. Not many were properly trained to use them anymore but she was of the mind that it's never a bad idea to have some "hands-on" skills.

The small woman stood before the mirror, fussing with her hair. There isn't much one can do with a cloud of curly hair that has decided to not cooperate today but Dr. Goodgun was not one to let some protein filaments beat her into submission, especially not ones growing out of her own head. After a good half hour of fiddling she settled on a tight ponytail, smiled triumphantly at her reflection and turned to give the tiny room a last look-over. She'd gotten up early, just to make sure the living space she had occupied for six years had been completely scrubbed of her presence. Looking pleased with herself, Deirdre slammed the sickeningly pink suitcase closed and hefted it down onto the floor.

"Follow mode." she barked and a small LED lit up on its side. Turning on her heel she exited the room, the suitcase trailing after her on little rubbery wheels. She could do with some breakfast.

Entering the nearby cafeteria she noticed a familiar looming figure on one of the tables. She'd seen the Security guard around on more than one occasion, he seemed like a surprisingly cheerful fellow even if she'd never spoken to him. "Ah, and there's Mr. Mond..." A bright smile lit up her face as she noticed who else was at the table. He was a very pleasant gentleman, came around often but she never really saw him outside of the cafeteria. He was probably stationed at a different wing, though she wasn't quite sure how he was allowed to eat all the way here if that was the case. They were joined by a younger woman, whom she'd never seen.

"Eggs and toast, please. And a cup of tea." she ordered, then made her way closer to the table, "Mr. Mond, such an atrociously unhealthy breakfast! I'm surprized you're in such good shape, eating like that. I see your charms have attracted a crowd again!"

She pulled up a chair and joined them unceremoniously, as her luggage scuttled by and stationed itself at her side. "Dr. Deirdre Goodgun, pleasure to meet you!" she introduced herself to the other two, extending an arm for handshakes, "Everyone excited for docking?"

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Dr. Deirdre Goodgun

Name: Deirdre Goodgun

Age: 129

Sex: Female

ID:

Appearance: Middle aged female, height - 156cm, weight - 51kg. Dark skin, thick brown curly hair - bleached to a mustard yellow colour apart from the roots, dark brown eyes. Stocky build, not particularly athletic, body fat mainly concentrated around the thighs and lower abdomen. Hands are small and very steady, well suited for performing surgical procedures.

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:

Prof. Dr. Gregory Malt, Head Surgeon at Sirius IF-457 Medical Facility:
"Dr. Goodgun is an excellent surgeon and a very passionate medical practitioner. Many of her colleagues envy her skill and um...ingenuity...in the field. Despite the unfortunate loss of several patients' lives, her experimental heat-of-the-moment treatments have saved countless more, for which I am sure we are all eternally grateful. As her head supervisor thus far, I believe her talents are wasted in our fairly mundane facility - she would be of much better use at the frontier."

Nurse Fatima Rhodes, Sirius IF-457 Medical Facility:
"Well to be frank we're all a little scared of her. She's...difficult to argue with, I mean you can't really tell her not to do something to save a patient's life, even if it seems crazy. Especially since 9 times out of 10 it will work. She's very stern too, it's like arguing with your mom - you know she has your best interest in mind and knows what she is doing, so you're almost embarrassed to talk back. She's alright, otherwise. I mean we're all gonna miss her cookies once she's gone. She makes them every week, y'know, they're so good! She must spend like 90% of her salary just for the ingredients..."

Traits:

Experimental Medical Practice
Motherly, but like not in the reassuring way
Excellent baker

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [DEIRDRE GOODGUN] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fufill as the ship's [MEDIC] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

TBA

Package:

Genetic Rebooter

A special procedure done by medics to people with extensive or intrusive mental or bodily change occured by improper caution around party equipment. The Genetic Rebooter is a machine with several drills, a head vice and a computer to authorize the injection of the rebooter to the back of the brain. The subject will be restored to version of themselves before the ZELTA crew was formed. This includes regrowing organs, limbs or even losing them.

Does not revive the dead.

HyperLine Radiator Beam

A hand held laser beam that produces a staggering amount of controled Hyperline Radiation onto any immediate area. Several large reflector sheilds stop the radiation affected anything but the intended area. Used to help stimulate mutative growth or changes in an area, primarily on missing limbs or organ areas over a period of several days. Range is laughably small.

BE AWARE: Very high chance of causing traits or mutations.

5 pp

Party Approved Class C augments

A big crate of augments given to you by the local medical administrator. All of them are barely an improvement over standard human biology and pale in comparison to the type of augments a party or security member would have. Some chuckle fuck that gave this crate to you though didn't label a single augment package inside, meaning that whenever you do augment someone you really have no clue what you might be installing.

10 pp


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You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

@officaz @ScreenAcne

Hey mate, sorry to intervene but I've been reading the OOC and I feel like there's a bit of a misunderstanding with your sheet and the premise. What ScreenAcne was asking of you was to give out a bit of personality besides his mental issues, and info on whatever made him inconvenient in his current position - that may as well be his mental issues themselves but you gotta make it clear. Also the way I read it ZELTA is something that's being formed right now to do stuff in newly conquered territory so your dude can't have possibly already been assigned to it. It's also somewhere people who are inconvenient and disposable get sent - a.k.a. space gulag.

I might be wrong, do correct me if so, ScreenAcne. I just have a big mouth and an urge to dish out unsolicited help.

You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

hey so
you ain't got a medic do you?

Dr. Deirdre Goodgun

Name: Deirdre Goodgun

Age: 129

Sex: Female

ID:

Appearance: Middle aged female, height - 156cm, weight - 51kg. Dark skin, thick brown curly hair - bleached to a mustard yellow colour apart from the roots, dark brown eyes. Stocky build, not particularly athletic, body fat mainly concentrated around the thighs and lower abdomen. Hands are small and very steady, well suited for performing surgical procedures.

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:

Prof. Dr. Gregory Malt, Head Surgeon at Sirius IF-457 Medical Facility:
"Dr. Goodgun is an excellent surgeon and a very passionate medical practitioner. Many of her colleagues envy her skill and um...ingenuity...in the field. Despite the unfortunate loss of several patients' lives, her experimental heat-of-the-moment treatments have saved countless more, for which I am sure we are all eternally grateful. As her head supervisor thus far, I believe her talents are wasted in our fairly mundane facility - she would be of much better use at the frontier."

Nurse Fatima Rhodes, Sirius IF-457 Medical Facility:
"Well to be frank we're all a little scared of her. She's...difficult to argue with, I mean you can't really tell her not to do something to save a patient's life, even if it seems crazy. Especially since 9 times out of 10 it will work. She's very stern too, it's like arguing with your mom - you know she has your best interest in mind and knows what she is doing, so you're almost embarrassed to talk back. She's alright, otherwise. I mean we're all gonna miss her cookies once she's gone. She makes them every week, y'know, they're so good! She must spend like 90% of her salary just for the ingredients..."

Traits:

Experimental Medical Practice
Motherly, but like not in the reassuring way
Excellent baker

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [DEIRDRE GOODGUN] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fufill as the ship's [MEDIC] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

TBA

Package:

Genetic Rebooter

A special procedure done by medics to people with extensive or intrusive mental or bodily change occured by improper caution around party equipment. The Genetic Rebooter is a machine with several drills, a head vice and a computer to authorize the injection of the rebooter to the back of the brain. The subject will be restored to version of themselves before the ZELTA crew was formed. This includes regrowing organs, limbs or even losing them.

Does not revive the dead.

HyperLine Radiator Beam

A hand held laser beam that produces a staggering amount of controled Hyperline Radiation onto any immediate area. Several large reflector sheilds stop the radiation affected anything but the intended area. Used to help stimulate mutative growth or changes in an area, primarily on missing limbs or organ areas over a period of several days. Range is laughably small.

BE AWARE: Very high chance of causing traits or mutations.

5 pp

Party Approved Class C augments

A big crate of augments given to you by the local medical administrator. All of them are barely an improvement over standard human biology and pale in comparison to the type of augments a party or security member would have. Some chuckle fuck that gave this crate to you though didn't label a single augment package inside, meaning that whenever you do augment someone you really have no clue what you might be installing.

10 pp