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<span class="mu-i">INVALID ARGUMENT.
INVALID ARGUMENT.
REFUTING...
QUERYING TUTORIAL DIRECTORY...</span>
>FINAL CHECK: 55
>RESULT: 58
>FAILURE
INFORMATION: When a stat check is called and you or an assisting crew member has a relevant skill, the skill bonus is added to the stat, giving a higher number to roll under.
You find nothing...
In the hour it took to search, you have arrived at the derelict trading outpost. A nearby terminal shows the sensor feed. You can see the words CONTROL 13 tattooed in faded white upon the station's exterior.
"Hey, you didn't say this was a space station derelict."
"You did not ask."
"I'm just saying... This kinda takes me back, you know."
Henry stares at the feed for a long time.
[Something interesting is going on behind the scenes. In the same experimenting mood, you type into the input bar "Do mothmen and space chinese eat the same things?"]
No. Your biologies are as similar as the SUN and the Star. Moths can eat cotton and other clothing, dairy, fruits, vegetables. You prefer cotton and grilled cheese sandwiches. Meanwhile, Zhang has been ravenously devouring strips of flesh off fresh corpses, sapient or not, whenever he gets the chance.
It's unsettling to say the least.
[You type in "What are the rations we have?" Looks like you can query the thoughts of your character here as well...]
You reflect further. It is (un)fortunate that the rations you have onboard are pure protein SLOP. It's easy on the logistics but not on the tongue or equivalents. You've heard rumors of SLOP taste-related suicides during famine in the other City Sectors, back in the INTERSYSTEM. So far, you're holding up... You think.
>ANYTHING ELSE?
Tiny post to introduce dice mechanics, and I'm too tired for a full update on the disembark.
