After a long interstellar journey, you feel the ship firing its maneuveing thrusters. Out the porthole you see a space station. Docking completed, you go to the airlock. Once inside the station, you are confronted by a guy with a big projectile weapon.
He points it at you and demands your papers.
|Click your Role:|
|Prisoner||Okay, okay! I give up! Arrest me and take me to my fate!|
|Guard||What are you talking about? I'm a recruit! Here's my paperwork, for cripes sake!|
|Medic||What are you talking about? I'm a doctor! Here's my diploma and the letter of exonoration!|
|Mechanic||What are you talking about? I understand your life support systems need maintenance.|
|Robot||Here they are, Sir. I am prepared for reprogramming and am ready to serve.|
|Lost||Where am I?|
|Confused||Huh? what? I don't understand? Who are you?|