>trawl through the CE locker
It was YOU who broke my damn locker, motherfucker! Or it might have been Nil I honestly don't even know at this point but someone did
Also @HahaYes where the hell did you put the blueprints?!
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW EHEHEHEHEHEHE
bagged within the locker
>it's really dark so he installs a light
>issue a first formal warning regarding the lack of lighting in his own office
Tfw NTs
genius renovations to the office got me in the dog house with the hardass captain even though I put a new one in
(
@geckogoy consider that your revenge for my coal-esque behaviour pushing that atmos map patch in the middle of your work lol)
Four for four niggas recapping the round because it was a good one lets fucking go
>You know what time it is
>Head down to the engine bay
>Engi Nil immediately states "solars" and heads out of the bay
>Goddamn alright, sweet. Mans onto it
>Fate announces over the radio that he's "now" the captain
>Wut. Ask exactly what led to that
>Decide in all my infinite unbridled tism to check the manifest AFTER asking
>Oh right he must be HOP
>Apologise for being a sped
>"Apologise again, once is not enough. Or I'll have to demote you"
>Bruh. Alright I'll play your game
>Sincerely apologise for being a tard, assure him it won't happen again
>Finish set up and ignite, watch the glorious fire absolutely rip through the burn chamber taking all the plasma/o2 with it
>Never gets old
>A new captains announcement is sent out station wide. "Subversive element associations" include Nil, the clown and... apparently me?
>U wot m8
>Express my distaste but ignore it otherwise. Fate clearly has a bone to pick, surely he'll get over himself
>Finish general engineering dept set up bullshit, check everything over
>Fuck yeah lots of power lets go
>Chatter over the radios of some shady dealings and a complete shitter HOS macing crew. Hear something about a suspicious box that ended up at disposals
>Better go take a look, start heading up towards cargo
>Come across Fate and the clown at HOPs office, slow down as I pass purely out of curiosity
>Fate immediately stands up and points at me
>"Back in your cage engi wagie!"
>Tell him to get the fuck off his ass then we'll talk
>Check in on Nil over our department channel
>No response. Actually haven't heard from him in a while
>Medic John radios in that Nil and our CMO Linton are both dead. He can only see if they're alive or not so no co-ordinates. FUCK
>Head out to space and circle the station looking for Nil
>Not a single solar panel has been wired, can't find him anywhere. Looks like he was either murdered immediately or with the Syndicate
>Start heading back inside, disappointed
>Fate radios over the command channel: "CE TO YOUR OFFICE RIGHT NOW!"
>Fuck sakes calm down already how are you still pissed
>Run down there and arrive within about 20 seconds
>"Keeping me waiting huh?"
>You have got to be joking
>Take a seat opposite the pissed as fuck acting captain and ask how I can help
>"Drop the shades"
>Immediately get a bad feeling
>Keep quiet for now, drop the window shades and opt to just listen
>Fuck it's dark NT why did you pinch the goddamn light from my office this sucks
>Quickly install a new one while Fate launches into a furious rant, finding anything he can to claim I'm not up to the task of my job
>He cites the lack of a light in my office as a cardinal sin
>"FIRST FORMAL WARNING. THREE AND YOU'RE DEMOTED"
>State I've clearly fixed it already so it's really not worth a warning in the first place but fair enough, cutting him off in the middle of his continued rant
>He immediately explodes. "DON'T INTERRUPT YOUR SUPERIORS. SECOND FORMAL WARNING"
>I already know how this is going to end
>Fate continues to rage, this time nitpicking about the TMGs occasionally sparking, trying to throw his weight around regarding shit he knows nothing about
>Start hearing airlocks being forced open outside, people are breaking into the department
>Express concern of foul play and state we really should investigate that first for the safety of the crew, I'll explain how the engine works after
>"Are you evading my question"
>Nigger are you serious you can CLEARLY hear this shit too
>He refuses to budge. Fucking fine then it's on you
>Begin to explain how the engine works in the most simplified way I can
>Halfway through, the door is broken open
>Security officer is standing on the other side. "There's two dead bodies in teleporter"
>Captain snaps his head off and tells him to shoo
>What the fuck? Is he seriously putting this petty shit above the safety of his crew?
>Forced to continue with an explanation that's falling on deaf ears
>He completely ignores it, cuts me off halfway through. "That's your third and final warning"
>Saw that coming
>"You are clearly not fit for your role. Hand over your ID and equipment"
>This coming from the man who has let his dying crews cries for help go unanswered over a petty vendetta, failing to protect them
>Refuse to comply, he starts having a fit and throwing shit across the room
>Call him out on his blatant hypocrisy. He aims a gun point blank at my head
>Shit. Ok, don't panic
>Calmly state what's happening over common
>As if by reflex he shoots and hits me square in the chest, gun must be on a stun setting or something given there isn't a bullet wound
>We both stand up, he keeps shooting while I claw around the table towards him, rapidly losing any ability to move
>Knock the gun out of his hands as my legs finally give out and I hit the deck
>Get dragged up, slammed down on the table and pass out
>...
>Ugh fuck everything hurts
>Immediately get up, sure enough my PDA and backpack are gone along with Fate
>Stumble out into the lobby. A passing, blessed clown takes one look at the fallout and starts dragging me further south
>Immediately break his grip and ask wtf he's doing, thinking I'm about to get robusted to hell and back
>Clown asks what happened as everything goes blurry, can't speak clearly anymore. Manage to slur out that Fate has gone apeshit
>Clown drags my sorry ass into medbay like a chad
>Notice a firelock is jammed down near the bottom of the medbay lobby, onoe
>Doesn't seem to be any alarms around. Reset it and continue slowly moving up to the lobby
>Fate spots me, extends his baton and immediately starts walking over
>RAGE.m4a
>Grab the wrench out of my pocket and advance. We both start beating the living shit out of each other
>He gets a king hit on my leg, feel something break
>Eventually we get dragged apart by other crew in the lobby
>Piece of shit power grid has an anomaly, NT shut the entire fucking thing down and we're all plunged into darkness
>Everyone stumbles around for a bit, power finally comes back on after a couple of minutes
>Eventually decide to grin and bear it, legs somehow not really causing me much pain anymore
>Ask to be notified when Fate eventually fucking dies so I can get my PDA back from the little shit and leave medbay
>Fellow John, my real nigga, immediately tells me to come get it from him as he's in cryo
>Get back up there, John goes to grab some drugs to knock Fate out
>Briefly chat with Jimmy, another MD, he asks wtf happened
>Start explaining a bit of it while dragging Fates satchel off him and rummage around in it
>My PDA isn't there... shit
>Head back out, break into his office, still can't find it or my backpack
>Distant explosion. Better get my leg sorted because I'm now walking like a cripple
>Head back down to medbay, my man John gleefully comes over and gives me Fates PDA
>What a fucking legend
>Ask if he could take a look at my leg and see wtf is wrong with it
>Yeah it's broken. OR time
>Brother John patches me up, right as rain again. Head back out of medbay
>Cryo is in tatters. Fates headless corpse is lying in front of the one remaining cryo tube
>Fucking Syndicate
>Some other general shenanigans happen. Evac shuttle is eventually called. Most of the crew somehow get the fuck out of there alive
>Still didn't get my damn PDA back
