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Arthur Dent aka Milque Toast

METATYPE: HUMAN
Body 3
Agility 6(8)
Reaction 5(7)
Strength 3(5)
Willpower 3
Logic 3
Intuition 5
Charisma 3
Essence 1.34
Edge 2

Condition Monitor (Physical): 10 / 10
Natural Recovery: 6 (1 day), heal 1 box/hit Physical Damage
Condition Monitor (Stun): 10 / 10
Natural Recovery: 6 (1 hour), heal 1 box/hit Stun Damage

Armor:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Acid Protection:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat +electrochromic, AR Fashion, concealed holster
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket +Gear Access, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Cold Protection:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Electricity Protection:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Fire Protection:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Falling Protection:
14 (Armor 9, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Lined Coat
21 (Armor 16, Bone Lacing 1, Orthoskin 4) - Armor Jacket, helmet, PPP Legs, Forearm Guards

Fatigue Resistance: 8 (Willpower 3, Body 3, Bone Lacing 1)

Limits: Physical 7, Mental 5, Social 4
Physical Initiative: 12+3D6
Matrix Initiative: 12+3D6 (AR only)
Rigging Initiative: 12+3d6 (AR)

Active Skills:
Longarms(Sporting Rifles) 7(8) 16(18) [weapon]
Automatics(Assault Rifles) 6 14(16) [weapon]
Gymnastics(Dodging) 6 14(16) [7]
Perception 5 (10 [5])
First Aid 4 13 [11] with Rtg 6 Medkit)
Sneaking 4 12 [7]
Armorer(Firearms) 3 8 [5]
Etiquette(Mercenary) 3 8(10) [4]
Unarmed 2 10 [7]

Knowledge Skills:
Black Markets 6 11 [5] Street
Firearms(Longarms) 5 8(10) [5] Professional
Military(Special Forces) 5 8(10) [5] Professional
Small Unit Tactics(Urban) 5 7(9) [5] Professional

Languages:
English Native

Qualities: Aptitude(Longarms), Brand Loyalty(Product)(Springfield Sport Rifle), Day Job (1,000¥/month, 20 hrs/week), Code of Honor(Leave No Man Behind)

Augmentations:
(Alpha)Bone Lacing(Plastic)
(Alpha)Damper
(Alpha)Flare Compensation
(Alpha)Image Link
(Alpha)Muscle Replacement, R2
(Alpha)Smartlink
(Alpha)Thermographic vision
(Alpha)Vision Magnification
(Omega)Orthoskin, R4
(Standard)Reflex Recorder(Longarms)
(Omega)Synaptic Booster, R2

Identities and Commlinks:
Arthur Dent, R4
Metalink, R1 +Trodes, Sim Mod

Contacts:
Ford Prefect "Black Eagle"
Location: Salish Shade
Type: Armorer
Connection Rating: 3
Loyalty Rating : 1
Chips: You and the contact are even
Metatype: Ork
Sex: Male
Age: Old
Preferred Payment Method: Cash (credstick)
Hobbies/Vice: Social Habit(Pan Galactic Gargleblaster)
Personal Life: Family
Type: Support
Ford and Arthur only just met when Arthur saved him from being run over by a passing car. They had a shaky laugh and decided to have a drink. That was a mistake. After waking up 18 hours later with a chicken, three empty kegs, and a hotel room trashed beyond recognition, they decided to plan out their future consumption of Pan Galactic Gargleblasters.

Zaphod Beeblebrox
Type: Fixer
Location: Barrens
Connection Rating: 5
Loyalty Rating : 1
Chips: You and the contact are even
Metatype: Dwarf
Sex: Male
Age: Middle-aged
Preferred Payment Method: Cash (credstick)
Hobbies/Vice: Social Habit(Pan Galactic Gargleblaster)
Personal Life: Single
Type: Shadow Service
Zaphod is the rather annoying best friend of Ford's who happened to come across the two shaken survivors of a mistaken greeting given to the perceived most intelligent life form, a particularly special looking Americar (It was actually a porpoise, but that isn't part of the story). Before the first round of Pan Galactic Gargleblasters had fully taken effect. Zaphod had: tipped an android waitress for no particular reason, pinched the backside of an innocent potted plant, sung the national anthem of Sweden, spouted off random phonemes as poetry and received a standing ovation from the onlookers, and then ordered a second round. He disappeared later in the night and surfaced again a week later at a coffee bar in Istanbul.

Trillian
Location: Queen Anne Hill
Ms. Johnson
Connection Rating: 6
Loyalty Rating : 1
Chips: You and the contact are even
Metatype: Human
Sex: Female
Age: Middle-aged
Preferred Payment Method: Cash (credstick)
Hobbies/Vice: Vehicles(Spaceships)
Personal Life: Family
Type: Shadow Service
Trillian met Arthur once when he was a fledgling lad in the Confederated American States. They talked briefly and seemed to hit it off...that is, until some jerk came along and offered her a ride on his spaceship. Never did get his name. Meanwhile, Arthur stewed in the ensuing years over the snub of a rather pretty young lady who seemed to like him. Then he met her again in the company of Zaphod Beeblebrox. Needless to say, tension was had by noone at all. Except Arthur.

Gear:
(Carried)
Lined Coat +AR Fashion, Electrochromic, concealed holster
Remington Supressor +folding stock, personalized grip, external smartgun
60 Regular Machine Pistol rounds
60 Gel Machine Pistol rounds
Fake SIN, R4 (Arthur Dent)
Metalink, R1 +trodes, sim mod
Synthskin Face Mask, R6
3 Liquid Nutrients
Bag of Chips(Large)
Towel

(In the Car)
AK-97 +foregrip, folding stock, gas vent 3, personalized grip, external smartgun, sling, (side)slide mount
200 rounds, Regular, Assault Rifle
2 extra towels

(Hab Block A)
Armor Jacket +attachable Gear Access
Helmet
Forearm Guards
PPP Legs
Springfield M1A +extended clip R2, personalized grip, shock pad, external smartgun, IR flashlight, improved rangefinder, slide mount, foregrip, silencer, sling
200 Regular Sporting Rifle rounds
200 Gel Sporting Rifle rounds
Tool Kit (Armorer)
Tool Shop (Armorer)
Duffel Bag(Cheap)

(Warehouse Bolthole)
Enfield AS-7 +extended clip R2, IR flashlight, folding stock, foregrip, (x)laser sight, personalized grip, sling, external smartgun
60 Regular Shotgun rounds
60 Gel Shotgun rounds
40 APDS Sport Rifle rounds
60 APDS Machine Pistol rounds
Duffel Bag(Cheap)

Vehicles and Drones
Ford Americar

Arthur Dent, aka Milk Toast, is a country boy from backwoods Mississippi, CAS. He grew up hunting and fishing to put food on the table in a big family that was well connected around the county. Arthur's best friend, Bobby would go hunting with him nearly every week and the two became excellent shots with their antiquated sport rifles. Bobby SURGEd around his 17th birthday and became an ork. The boys remained good friends but Bobby's father began beating his son and getting drunk. The two eventually formed a plan to run away and work as mercenaries for awhile.

Fast forward four years and the two hillbillies had become renown for their marksmanship. Nondescript men and women came and contracted them for private work. The pay was good and the two enjoyed the life. Then came the last assignment.

The two had signed on with Pacific Security Solutions as designated marksmen rotating into sniper duty on an as needed basis. The contract was security around the port in Jayapura. For reasons unknown, a massive surprise assault was launched against the port by Aztechnology and Aztlanner forces. The PSS commanders ordered an evacuation but Bobby and Arthur knew there wouldnt be enough time to get everyone on the ship in port. After repeatedly requesting assignment to rearguard, the commander radioed them and asked if they understood what they were asking. He did not know if or when he would be able to evacuate or support them. Both marksmen radioed back without hesitation "Roger”.

Two hours of near constant fire support had completely stalled the advance. Bobby and Arthur worked in near perfect synchronization, talking briefly and metering death one bullet at a time. Their ammunition was nearly gone when suddenly all targets began to pull back. “We dun did it, Art! They pullin' back, Bo!” But a look of dread crossed his face as the tiny profile of an attack drone closed on them and released a GPS guided bomb. Bobby threw himself on Arthur without hesitation.
There was a terrible sound.
There was a terrible silence.
Arthur woke up in a hospital bed a week later concussed and with perforated eardrums. He was told an ork body had been found on top of him.
When he could walk, Arthur went to the Jayapura market and found a street vendor still trying to sell Bobby's custom M1A. He bought it with a lump in his throat and unshed tears brimming in his eyes.
Having worked his way round the markets, Arthur acquired several items of value formerly owned by PSS commanders. Using the funds on them, he bought a ticket to Seattle and set himself up in a low rent place to get his bearings. Broken, alone, and needing a new start after so much death and killing, Arthur made his way into the shadows to try something a bit less hazardous...