ENTRY 234: Malomer
“I’ve died on more exoplanets than you’ve ever seen. I was there when the firehorses overran us at Potsdamn…when the sky blinked on Little Browntop…when Mad Jorge drank pure butane and accidentally gassed us all on the way to Roswell…”
- Malomer, four or five drinks in to his latest story
Malomer holds two records in the history file: the first gatecrasher to die on an exoplanet, and the gatecrasher with the most recorded deaths period. There are some that say he’s visited over fifty exoplanets, and been resleeved almost eighty times. One of the original gatecrashers, Malomer proved adept at exploration and discovering the seen and unseen perils of new worlds, often by fatally injuring himself in some fashion. In at least fifty cases, Malomer was resleeved simply so they could ask him what killed him (he refuses to talk to people as an infomorph, on the grounds that they won’t buy him a drink). Today Malomer is still gatecrashing, considered both a veteran explorer and a lightning rod (literally, in three instances) to catch whatever bad luck may befall an expedition, and he finds steady work.
Skills: Academics: Xenobiology (Digestive Systems) 40, Academics: Xenogeology 60, Art: Storytelling 40, Beam Weapons 55, Blades (Knives) 60, Climbing 60, Clubs (Wrench) 70, Fray (Full Defense) 67, Free Fall (Microgravity) 56, Hardware: DIY Repair 50, Infiltration 50, Interests: Alcohol 70, Interests: Custom Gear 60, Interests: Death 44, Interests: Gatecrashing 60, Interests: Transhumanism 50, Intimidation 70, Kinesics 50, Kinetic Weapons (Pistols) 35, Language: Native Spanish 84, Language: English 70, Language: Mandarin 56, Networking: Autonomists 60, Networking: Hypercorps (Gatecrashing) 60, Perception 60, Persuasion (Buy Me A Drink) 38, Profession: Explorer 50, Scrounging 40, Unarmed Combat (Groin Attack) 66
Implants: Basic Biomods, Basic Mesh Inserts, Cortical Stack, Back-up Cortical Stack, small tracking tags located in all major bones
Traits: Addiction (Alcohol, Minor), Bad Luck, Brave, Neural Damage (facial tic)
An old salt, or whatever the equivalent term would be for a gatecrasher, Malomer is the perfect half-crazed old alcoholic to have propping up a gatecrasher bar and telling a story that might just be true. Having stared death in the face more times than he can count (literally, he had to relearn basic algebra after a particularly bad resleeving), Malomer is completely fearless, calm, and collected in the face of a dangerous situation, and is not above giving the boot to anybody—said weapon being a homemade affair weighted down with lead and with spring-loaded spikes topped with a mild poison and a much more dangerous accumulation of grime because he never cleans the thing. Another good use of Max is as a convenient corpse, either to illustrate a particularly danger on an exoplanet or simply to help illustrate how transient death is in Eclipse Phase. If Mal dropped dead in Gagarin’s Rest (Entry 148) during rush hour for example, his corpse would just be propped up in the corner until the crowd had cleared out. In fact, get him drunk enough and he’ll tell you how that exact thing happened, except he was sitting at a game of Neptunian Poker and won the pot…