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Tales from Shitcurity.

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On 6/10/2017 at 11:28 AM, Keroman said:

I've had a few good stories from playing Security.  (BRAG)Like the several times I've discovered cultists super early on by checking for falsewalls in maint.(/BRAG)

But my absolute favorite story from playing Security, the one that I share even with friends who aren't familiar with SS13, is from a round where I was playing Detective.

Playing as my character, Maxwell Edison, I decided to hit the bar and try to outdrink my "sober" gene.  As I downed more and more alcohol I noticed that the drunk speech effect, where it randomly capitalizes and misspells words in your speech, is coming and going with everything I say.  Eventually I get called to the brig for something and on my way over I get that hazy screen overlay that happens when you're super drunk.  The Captain, HoS, and Warden are all there, and they take note of my strange speech patterns.  The HoS asks, "Detective Edison, are you drunk?"  To which I reply, "No," and then immediately pass out drunk.

For reals, it couldn't have been timed more perfectly if I had planned it.

Checking for false walls when there's no statement they have been used. </3

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Just now, Malphystoh said:

Checking for false walls when there's no statement they have been used. </3

Eventually it got to a point where I felt bad about catching roundstart cultists, and so whenever I did catch one trying to cast spells in a little hidey-hole I'd warn them about the dangers of self-mutilation and ask them to see the Psychiatrist about their depression, then just let them be.

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On 6/20/2017 at 5:31 PM, Keroman said:

Eventually it got to a point where I felt bad about catching roundstart cultists, and so whenever I did catch one trying to cast spells in a little hidey-hole I'd warn them about the dangers of self-mutilation and ask them to see the Psychiatrist about their depression, then just let them be.

Me too! There was some point I reached with sec where I was powergaming HARD and after a few rounds where my powergaming helped lead to the quick demise of antags (mainly like...disrupting a cult early) what followed was long boring rounds that required adminbus and I eventually thought to myself "If I gave these antags more of a chance then it would make the rounds better" Leads to my demise at times but it has allowed for more interesting rounds more frequently.

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On 6/20/2017 at 11:31 PM, Keroman said:

Eventually it got to a point where I felt bad about catching roundstart cultists, and so whenever I did catch one trying to cast spells in a little hidey-hole I'd warn them about the dangers of self-mutilation and ask them to see the Psychiatrist about their depression, then just let them be.

This is what I call good roleplay right there.

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Alright. I have this one from the recent event. It's a brief story in a long story.

So I was playing as Detective like usual Sec time. There was this clown who got caught and arrested immediately right after he set his foot upon the brig with a 9mm handgun. At first many agreed that it is a common traitor round and the clown is confirmed EoC but something was smelling too fishy. I asked the HoS to inspect the pistol for print and it was found out that the fingerprint does not belong to the clown but rather a gateway explorer. After a few moment I found the gateway explorer and asked him to come over the brig for interrogation. And after long interrogation it came clear the gun was found in maintenance (good item spawn chance by the way) by the gateway explorer who then got slip by the clown's PDA and let the clown snatch the gun away. The pistol seemed real and too promising because the clip is loaded full bullets rather than one bullet only like broken clip. So we hardly believe it was a maintenance loot and HoS was very heated to determine on permaing the clown while the rest of officers are still in questions. The brig was messy as well with at least others 2 people still in the processing with no one taking care off.

And that's when a poor officer asked the HoS one more time with one obvious question. "Is the gun real?"

...

...So. What did the HoS do?

He shot that officer. Twice if I remember. Right there point blanked in the perma hallway with the clown still cuffed behind and held by him. At first I thought I was an unfortunate misfire. Until I heard what HoS responded.

"There. It's real for you?"

I asked him why did he shot the officer, he responded.

"I was showing him if it's real."

Yup. It was one hundred percent intentional from that Hossie. What an actual fuck. The officer, knocked out from pain or stun and bleeding. I drag him into the Brig Phys's and have him heal back slowly in the sleeper. Staring from over 35 brute damages or so. But guess what.

It was Nuke Ops round all along. Duh.

Nukies rushed into the station with their pod, slammed into the bridge. I couldn't be more stressful and wasted on that case. So I asked the warden for a shotgun ready to rush myself into the nukies rampage. Before I left the brig, I told the officer via comm "If you want you can shoot the HoS later after you shoot the nukies." 

The end of the round is simple enough. We all died. End. Rip in rip.

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On 3/13/2017 at 6:01 AM, ZN23X said:

Working sec most of the time I thought it'd be interesting to share stories of some of the crap we deal with. Maybe it will give people a better understanding of why we have an itchy trigger finger sometimes. If I tase you, cuff you, then discover you've done nothing wrong, I would have wasted a few moments of your time and release you. If I don't, there is an off chance you will kill me and destroy my body.

Maybe people who deal with Shitcurity can also share thier stories so we can use them to try to clean up things on our end.

This will go well 😜

Commence dumping buckets of salt!

Wait your always security whats your in game name?? Are you that cecillia person that is always HoS?

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26 minutes ago, Buford said:

Wait your always security whats your in game name?? Are you that cecillia person that is always HoS?

Tetra Vega. I only play sec but only have time for like a round or two a day. Cecilia is the boss tho.

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Just now, ZN23X said:

Tetra Vega. I only play sec but only have time for like a round or two a day. Cecilia is the boss tho.

I know you! Yea I'm usually willing to forfeit the HoS job for her always she's cool.

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16 minutes ago, Buford said:

I know you! Yea I'm usually willing to forfeit the HoS job for her always she's cool.

Who do you play?

suddenly realizing this convo can be handled in PMs lol

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1 hour ago, ZN23X said:

Who do you play?

suddenly realizing this convo can be handled in PMs lol

I'm Buford Prescot

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"The  t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶E̶R̶P̶ Victory Shower"

Excuse me if I miss the exact wording of the parties involved, let's say my quotes are paraphrasing.

I join a round an hour deep as pod pilot. Vampires. 2 powerful vampires as far as we know. Within 20 min the vox vampire is dead. With about 15 to go the other is dead.

On sec comms:

Vince Piper: "Stingray, up for that shower now?"

Steven Stingray: "We don't have showers anymore"

(Someone had converted the bathroom by cryos into a fully functional medbay; Surgery, Sleeper, Body Scanner, Cryotube, even a chemistry station and DAMNIT I forgot to get a screenshot. It was marvelous)

I say: "We have our own showers above the locker room in sec"

Vince: "Yup"

Stingray: "Really?!"

I run to the bathroom in sec to see Stingray's reaction, figuring I'll get there first. I walk in. Vince and Stingray are already naked in a shower together.

Vince: "Tetra! Join us for our victory shower!"

Stingray: "DON'T LOOK AT ME!!"

I scream and run off. I have an idea. Run to the public locker room then back to sec. I go back in the bathroom where the victory shower is still happening.

Vince: "So you finally decided to join us?"

I say: "Not quite...say CHEESE!"

I start snapping a bunch of photos with the camera I just grabbed. They proceed to try to capture me. Chasing me around the brig naked with tasers. I manage to escape. 

Shuttle is on its way.

There is an announcement about some sort of mech battle between one of NTs mechs and a Syndicate mech at the holodeck. I head there to check it out. Mike Murdock and Solessa Storm are there before me.

I say: "Mike, I have something awful to show you..."

Mike: "What is it?"

I hand him a photo.

...

...

Mike: "WHAT"

"THE FUCK"

"IS THIS?!"

I say: "Vince and Stingray taking a victory shower"

Mike:

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Crowd has gathered for the mech fight. Vince and Stingray show up. There is a bit of a scuffle. They taze and cuff me with fuzzy pink handcuffs. As they rip the cigarette from my mouth and stuff the ballgag into it I manage to tell Mike to escape with the photo.

I spend the shuttle ride cuffed and gagged, Stingray and Vince are celebrating thier victory of capturing me. They are kind enough to remove the gag and give me a cig.

Shuttle docks at Central. They drag me to the showers, strip all 3 of us and throw us all in the same shower for a final victory shower. 2 sec borgs show up, I inform them I'm being held against my will. They disabled beam us till we pass out. 

GAME OVER EYEAAAAAAH!!!!

I attempted to take screenshots of the photos but apparently windows pulled up in the UI like that don't register on screenshots, so I have no evidence but this story.

@Vargh @bigfatbananacyclops

I'd tag Vince but I don't know his forum name.

*FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

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2 hours ago, ZN23X said:

"The  t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶E̶R̶P̶ Victory Shower"

Excuse me if I miss the exact wording of the parties involved, let's say my quotes are paraphrasing.

I join a round an hour deep as pod pilot. Vampires. 2 powerful vampires as far as we know. Within 20 min the vox vampire is dead. With about 15 to go the other is dead.

On sec comms:

Vince Piper: "Stingray, up for that shower now?"

Steven Stingray: "We don't have showers anymore"

(Someone had converted the bathroom by cryos into a fully functional medbay; Surgery, Sleeper, Body Scanner, Cryotube, even a chemistry station and DAMNIT I forgot to get a screenshot. It was marvelous)

I say: "We have our own showers above the locker room in sec"

Vince: "Yup"

Stingray: "Really?!"

I run to the bathroom in sec to see Stingray's reaction, figuring I'll get there first. I walk in. Vince and Stingray are already naked in a shower together.

Vince: "Tetra! Join us for our victory shower!"

Stingray: "DON'T LOOK AT ME!!"

I scream and run off. I have an idea. Run to the public locker room then back to sec. I go back in the bathroom where the victory shower is still happening.

Vince: "So you finally decided to join us?"

I say: "Not quite...say CHEESE!"

I start snapping a bunch of photos with the camera I just grabbed. They proceed to try to capture me. Chasing me around the brig naked with tasers. I manage to escape. 

Shuttle is on its way.

There is an announcement about some sort of mech battle between one of NTs mechs and a Syndicate mech at the holodeck. I head there to check it out. Mike Murdock and Solessa Storm are there before me.

I say: "Mike, I have something awful to show you..."

Mike: "What is it?"

I hand him a photo.

...

...

Mike: "WHAT"

"THE FUCK"

"IS THIS?!"

I say: "Vince and Stingray taking a victory shower"

Mike:

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Crowd has gathered for the mech fight. Vince and Stingray show up. There is a bit of a scuffle. They taze and cuff me with fuzzy pink handcuffs. As they rip the cigarette from my mouth and stuff the ballgag into it I manage to tell Mike to escape with the photo.

I spend the shuttle ride cuffed and gagged, Stingray and Vince are celebrating thier victory of capturing me. They are kind enough to remove the gag and give me a cig.

Shuttle docks at Central. They drag me to the showers, strip all 3 of us and throw us all in the same shower for a final victory shower. 2 sec borgs show up, I inform them I'm being held against my will. They disabled beam us till we pass out. 

GAME OVER EYEAAAAAAH!!!!

I attempted to take screenshots of the photos but apparently windows pulled up in the UI like that don't register on screenshots, so I have no evidence but this story.

@Vargh @bigfatbananacyclops

I'd tag Vince but I don't know his forum name.

*FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

LOOOOOL

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This tale focuses around the time a Brig Phys helped a Vox murderer.

 

So there's a murderous rampaging Vox (We'll call him $Vox) on the loose, extremely dangerous, unable to be contained. Has killed a lot of sec members including the HoS as well as other command members. I've been killed twice and have very minimal equipment.

So logically if you're the Brig Phys you wouldn't want to heal a mass-murderer at large right away (uncuffed, armed to the teeth) in BRIGBAY so they can't get straight back to their murderous rampage of other crew members right?

Wrong!

The Brig phys decided to do just that.

I see $Vox casually walking out of brigbay with the Brig Phys and what does $Vox do next? Why $Vox lets out a massive EMP that knocks everyone over, kills the IPC HoS and Magistrate, and runs away of course!

Standing there in pure dumbfoundment, I then stunbaton the Brig phys and cuff him for aiding and abetting a murderer on a rampage. I then start to yell at him - he tries to justify it with his "doctor morales", or something like that. 

$Vox comes back to the brig later on, this time with telekenetic powers and is harmbatoning another officer with their telekensis in processing.

The rest of us rush $Vox and I load $Vox full of syringes from a rapid syringe gun used by another rampaging murderer earlier that shift. I think it was Cyanide.
$Vox was then on the floor, stammering, asking "WHYS!?!" as they died.

It was finally over.

The end.

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27 minutes ago, Streaky Haddock said:

I thought $Vox WAS cuffed at the time. If this is the round I think it is!

It is the round you think it is!

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This one happened about 2-3 months ago but it's worthy of being told n I completely forgot to.

I'll name this "Where's my office?"

I spawn as Warden. No HOS. That's fine. Nothing unusual to start. Things are slow.

About 15 min in a HOS shows up. His name is John Blennon -.-

IC he says "Can I have a taser? Sry I didn't spawn with 1"

Oh Lord

I'm like "Why don't you take YOUR laser from your office?"

Him "Where is my office?"

Me (dead inside) "Let me show you..."

I escort him to his office, he says "Thk u"

I drag my feet back to my quarters. The captain is there.

I salute "Greetings captain, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Captain "Hi...is my office around here?"

IRL I'm like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

Me "Not here...let me show you..."

I escort him to the bridge. Inform sec what just happened on sec comms n they are like "Ohhh shit...one of these shifts..."

Blueshield greets us at the bridge.

While the captain inspecting thier office with the fascination of a young child, I pull the Blueshield aside.

Blueshield "You look mighty fine in that skirt and sandals"

I whisper "Wanted to give you a heads up, this captain and HOS literally did not know where thier offices were. We've got our work cut out for us...PLEASE keep a close eye on the captain and show them what's what"

Blueshield leans in "You. Me. Bar. 12:35."

I'm like "I'm busy, tend to the captain!" and stomp back to the brig.

I'm dazed. Maya Stewart is there as magistrate. I inform her of the situation. She is like "Oh lord...let me see what I can do" and walks off.

I'm starving, go to the sec lobby to grab a cup of chicken soup from the vending and while I'm standing there a nukie walks by in the hallways towards the bridge. I inform sec on comms, open the armory, grab a shotgun, and run towards the bridge.

 The captain and Blueshield have no idea what happening. I give the captain the disk, the pinpointer to the Blueshield and I'm like "NUKIES!". Blueshield is in the middle of the bridge and is like "Hey there doll, take it easy. You reconsider that date?" immediately after saying that a nukie with dual esword comes up behind him and decaps him. Clueless. I fire off a few shots before my agony is finally ended by the sweet release of death.

Don't really remember what happened after that aside from the nukies successfully blowing the station up. I was probably furious and salting in deadchat. Maybe that's why I forgot to post the story. I may have blocked it from my mind until now.

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Dont know if this is really shitcurity or not but ill just tell thou story.

 

So Samuel Todd was just helpin sec with the 3 durands and shit and one of them wanted a gygax which was for myself by the way (self protection etc you know) He said nah and proceeded to tase me and my friend, I got up. Had an axe, And started slamming it into his head, Swerving like a CSGO bunnyhopping pro. He died, I think once. Then he had trouble breathing due to how much I cleaved him (didnt mean to kill him just cripple) Then I got arrested for attempted murder, WHich I described was self-defense gone wrong. I get perma brigged which was fine and I broke a window, then space succed me out and I suffocated while saying over Radio "My last smoke." While I still die in space with a lit cig in my mouth. It was fun round though got to build shit.

 

the shitcurity part was being tased over a gygax when there was a armed durand available which was kinda annoying a tad bit

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I was the Warden @RiggyMiggy lol

Wierd thing is nobody ever informed us that we were getting mechs made for us so we totally freaked out when we saw robotics was full of combat mechs lol

Was a very interesting round...

Adminbus have me and @alexpkeaton the "Vulp Virus" and turned us into Vulps. That was quite amusing to RP that whole situation lol

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thanks for the smoke i have a picture of how i died, its funny everyone thought i escaped.

 

i dont know how to put pictures here.

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First time as warden. We've got reports of santa and a maintenance chicken. A maint hobo is addicted to meth and screaming about his daughter. Nanotrasen wants santa alive. I'm trying to sort out paperwork. Despite a blob spawning in maintenance, leaving a huge gaping hole in the wall of processing, the round goes relatively smoothly. The most entertaining moment was when the hobo fucking passed through a wall in prison to the absolute bewilderment of both me and an officer.

We're about 20 minutes to round end, I'm walking to and from the armory sorting things out.

"Prrrison," Rikeechcreshthaa Kaytam growled over the radio. "Micheal Smith has a syndicate headset." 

Oh boy.

The following is a dramatization. Spelling and grammar were corrected, and separate "say" instances were combined for the sake of clarity.

Spoiler

 

"PLEASE for the love of Synthetica, tell me we DON'T have Syndies on board!" the captain chirped. I could practically hear her sinking her face into her hands; the shift had already gone to hell with fucking space santa claus and a man in a chicken outfit skulking around maint and making fools of the entire security force. "I have enough stress building WITHOUT the Syndicate being involved."

"We don't," Sam Aria, the brig Physician said, her voice steady amid the noise of security shouting about a magic chicken. "Michael's headset is from the maint chicken."

"How arrre we supposed to figurrre out whose on ourr side when half ourr crrew is wielding toy rrreplicas of enemy weapons and wearrrring syndicate headsets?" Rikee said, "Just wearr a rrregularrr headset forrrr the light's sake."

"Try asking them instead of charging with a baton?" Sam fired back.

It's at this moment I decide to go out into the brig hallway. When I emerge I see a dude in a long black trenchcoat dragging an officer around before getting stunned. I hop in to cuff him and bring him to processing, patting myself on the back for having the presence of mind to cuff someone even though my hands were fucking shaking.

"FUCK OFF!" Michael growled, muttering "God fucking damn shitheads" under his breath as I brought him in for processing. I get a nice long look at our mysterious "syndicate": black jumpsuit, black trenchcoat, black shades, black jackboots, black fur, bloody boxing gloves, a blood stained bag of holding, and the smoking gun - a syndicate radio headset. At this point I still think he's an officer, mostly because of the jackboots and the HUDglasses.

"Who are you?" I ask, rifling through his pockets. I find a foam force gun loaded with riot darts. I take note of the HUD glasses and jackboots - kid looked like a wannabe security officer. Though if he wanted to look the part he would've grabbed a gas mask for the extra fascism fashion.

"Your officer drags me in here and tries to fucking beat me with a baton. Of course I'm going to defend myself," he said, freely admitting to assault. This incident looks cut and dry already - resisting arrest from the sound of it. Defending yourself would make sense if it was some balding man in a gray jumpsuit, not an officer in a hallway full of other officers. It's like wearing a bathing suit made of raw meat and jumping into a shark tank, except you're less likely to survive.

"Look, herre's a tip," Rikee said, his arm malfunctioning from the scuffle. "If you don't want securrity tasing you, don't wearrr syndicate gearrrr." 

"You drag me in here WITHOUT SAYING A FUCKING WORD and try to baton me," Michael said, "I'm not syndicate. It's from the god damn chicken. Jesus fucking christ."

Sam piped in, providing her testimony. "Michael was arrested wordlessly and resisted when he tried to baton him," she said. "While Michael shouldn't have tasered him, Rikee was kind of asking for it..."

"Why wear it? this is a misuse of confiscated tools," I say, turning the radio in my hand and checking it over. Yep. Syndicate. Those bastards and their bright red S. "Abuse of confiscated tools is a medium crime. This is 5 minutes in the brig."

"It wasn't confiscated, and I'm not security," Michael said. 

"So use a scrrewdrriverr," Rikee remarked dryly. Sure enough I find a screwdriver in Michael's bloody bag of holding. Why he didn't undo it is a mystery. 

"it's just possession of contraband," Sam said. 

"Y'know those don't help yourrr arrrgument?"

"Possession of contraband is a 15 minute sentence," I said, finished searching through his stuff. Rikee and Michael argued for a while. The motive didn't really interest me, especially since he resisted arrest by stunning an officer. That alone was a big enough red flag for me, and the fact that he was cussing out everyone in the room wasn't helping. Then I find the foam force pistol loaded with Riot darts. 

"Foam force," I say, sliding the magazine back into the pistol and placing it next to the HUDglasses and headset.

"Given by Santa."

"And you didn't surrender it? This is irresponsible."

"Surrender a harmless gun given to me as a gift from Santa?"

"So when some guy brrings out a 357 rrrevolverr, what do I do?" Rikee said, his arm still sparking. "Shout stop while he shoots me in the head?"

"Of course I shot you, you tried to stun me without saying a fucking word. It's Self defense."

Self defense? Yeah, right.

"You dragged me in here and acted like a mute retard," he barked.

"Because you werrre alrrrready in the brrig. Then I saw the headset."

"No I wasn't. Dude, don't you have a donut to go eat? Go to the medbay and get some mannitol while you're at it," he said. Cheeky. A big mouth like that wasn't doing him any favors, at least not here and not now. At this point I've had enough of this civilian angrily cursing out and insulting an officer, so I cut in.

"This discussion is over. For resisting arrest and possession of contraband, 20 minutes."

"I didn't resist it was self. Fucking. Defense," he said, venom seething through every pause. "He didn't say a DAMN THING to me!"

Self defense while being arrested is called resisting arrest. Then I finish examining his HUDglasses; whether or not he got it from santa is irrelevant. A civilian has no business wearing security gear, let alone assaulting an officer. In hindsight, he wasn't being legitimately arrested; he did, however, beat up a member of security. Had he taken the unprompted stunning I wouldn't have held him against that, but he immediately went for stunning and cuffing. I couldn't allow that, not as a warden.

"Had you submitted we would be having this conversation without you being stunned and cuffed. If you rolled over and took it, you could've filed a complaint with the IAA or even me."

"Submitted to what? Him hitting me with his baton?" God, I wanted to say "yes" so badly and drag him to a cell. He was unruly and annoying, but at least he wasn't screaming over the radio. "Cause he clearly wasn't talking and I'm not about to have electrical volts go through my body because he's a dumbass."

Ignoring the further denigration of my dignified feline friend, I pressed on. "You also have illegal tech that you didn't bring to our attention."

"Oh I didn't? Waiting at the brig to talk to someone is clearly not brining shit to your attention huh?"

"A radio exists."

"You know what also exists? bringing shit to you.When Mr. Mute there tried to baton me without saying a word of course I'm going to stun his ass."

After a few moments of pointless banter with a few other officers arresting people, I drag him to a cell. Since he already proved himself robust enough to stun and cuff an officer I empty his bag over the locker, bucklecuff him to the bed, and set the timer. 

"You know leaving me bucklecuffed to this bed is against your Standards of Procedure."

Smartass. I know this. I'm doing it because I know the moment I leave you uncuffed you're going to stand up and try to escape. I try to at least reassure this vulp that his sentence would be short.

"Don't worry, this should be like... 10 minutes if evac gets here," I say, the shift drawing to a close.

If anything, he was a model prisoner. he wasn't banging on the glass, or screaming over comms. He took his PDA out every so often and hit the lights a few times, but after a swift reprimand he stopped. Someone brings to my attention that he didn't have an ID on, but at this point I was afraid to enter his cell to pin a prisoner ID on him. Then the captain buzzes in over the radio a few minutes later.

"What's this I heard about someone being arrested for trying to turn in contraband?"

Before I could answer, comms got cut off for what was probably the fourth time that shift.

The shuttle docks. I manually stop the timer on Michael's cell. No sooner that I try to put cuffs on him does he start running around the room trying to get past me. All I can yell out is "STOP!" before he punches me in the chest with a left hook. Luckily, my armor softened the blow. But now I'm sure he wasn't going to come quietly - 3 minutes is still 3 minutes, and he should serve those on centcom... Though with him punching me he was about to serve much more than that. 

I fire off an electrode and it clips him in the chest. He dropped to the floor, convulsing, and I take advantage of this momentary stun to slap cuffs on him and make sure he doesn't try anything funny again. All he can stammer out is a weak "I had less than 3 minutes you prick" before I drag him to the shuttle.

At round end, I take out the frustration of the past 20 minutes by dragging him to the bar and strangling him, but it turns out he went SSD before the shuttle docked.

 

 

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On 8/10/2017 at 11:32 PM, RiggyMiggy said:

Dont know if this is really shitcurity or not but ill just tell thou story.

 

So Samuel Todd was just helpin sec with the 3 durands and shit and one of them wanted a gygax which was for myself by the way (self protection etc you know) He said nah and proceeded to tase me and my friend, I got up. Had an axe, And started slamming it into his head, Swerving like a CSGO bunnyhopping pro. He died, I think once. Then he had trouble breathing due to how much I cleaved him (didnt mean to kill him just cripple) Then I got arrested for attempted murder, WHich I described was self-defense gone wrong. I get perma brigged which was fine and I broke a window, then space succed me out and I suffocated while saying over Radio "My last smoke." While I still die in space with a lit cig in my mouth. It was fun round though got to build shit.

 

the shitcurity part was being tased over a gygax when there was a armed durand available which was kinda annoying a tad bit

Sounds about the way I would want to go.

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