Jobs: Difference between revisions

In Yogstation, your job is somewhat akin to your character class in that it defines your starting equipment, your [[Identification card|station access]], and what you are expected or required to be doing with your time. Various jobs, such as Security postings and Command roles, have time gates to them that must be fulfilled before the option to play them is available. Additionally, due to the Human-centric nature of the corporation running [[Space Station 13]], [[Nanotrasen]], only Humans are allowed to perform as Command staff. However, in times of need and understaffing, non-Humans may be promoted into these roles by the [[Head of Personnel]] or [[Captain]].

 

|Be responsible for the wellbeing of the entire station. Manage your [[Heads of Staff]], and see to it that everything is functioning as it should be. Manage directives from [[Centcom#Central%20Command|Central Commmand]], and juggle a station hurtling towards absolute disaster. Twist your head off when the walls start closing in, and hell breaks loose.

|Handle internal issues and disputes. Manage the Supply department of the station. Assign or reassign jobs as requested within reason. Force the crew to handle the paperwork. Protect your corgi, Ian, as if he were your child.

|Identify threats to the station and its people. Command your Officers and turn them into a robust crime-stopping force. Have your Detective solve crimes to stop him from sulking around his office and drinking. Revel in the fact that everyone hates you.

|Manage the station's [[Engineering]] department, the power grid, and the atmospherics and communications networks. See to it that the station's engine is running efficiently and that any damage to the station is repaired in short order. Ignore hull breaches in anywhere that isn't your department.

|Oversee the [[Science]] department and all of their depraved experiments. Create Cyborgs from human brains. Monitor the station's [[AI]] for signs of tampering. Use your holotool to construct whatever your heart desires, and then be prosecuted by Security over it.

|Repeatedly remind everyone to turn up their jumpsuit sensors to the Tracking Beacon Setting. Be subsequently ignored. Monitor the station-sanctioned [[Virologist|threats]] to [[Geneticist|society]] under your command. Combat sentient diseases. Perform numerous surgeries at once.

|Sit in your office. Sit in your office again. Watch security cameras. Keep an eye on the armory to prevent thefts. '''Set a countdown timer for any arrested scum'''. Assist the Head of Security where possible.

|Deal with the various [[clown|dirty]] [[assistant|fucking]] [[traitor|criminals]] running amok on the station. Dogpile on traitors. Comply with [[Space Law]] to the best of your ability. Deal with the toxic ire of everyone on the station.

|Open investigations into crimes. Prove innocence or guilt for involved parties. Use your revolver in self-defense. Bust groups of [[Cultist|dangerous]] [[Revolution|criminals]].

|Ensure the station's engine is running. Ensure the station is not bleeding air at an exponential rate. Improve parts of the station for everyone to enjoy or create new ones entirely. Get arrested in Maintenance for trying to do your job.

|Ensure everyone can breathe by listening to wasting your precious air complaining about how useless you are - if they can talk, everything is within tolerances: combat fires or hull breaches where they occur. Run around the station looking like a serial killer with a fire suit and axe.

|Be the IT guy the station needs. Write Telecomms scripts that create positive effects on the flow of communication. Change the automatic arrivals announcement messages to something interesting or informative. Be told to make a wiki page and copy-paste from a different one.

|Work on projects from bomb-making to breeding slimes and deconstructing objects for research purposes. Accidentally kill yourself in enough stupid ways to make a murder look like assisted suicide. Progress the station tech trees in a manner that benefits all departments. Prioritize mining upgrades.

|Build some nifty robots and BIG STOMPY MECHS! Have the cyborgs you've constructed turn on you when the AI's lawset changes. Augment brave individuals who come to your desk and expect you to know the ins and outs of [[Surgery]].

|Save lives. Mitigate disease outbreaks. Coordinate with the [[Chemist]] to create a more robust treatment for patients. Help the [[Virologist]] research cures to diseases and create new immune systems. Surgically graft a banana on to a [[Clown]].

|Work alongside the Doctors to create a massive stockpile of healing medicine. Create potent and questionable chemicals. Vaccinate the clown with enough mutagen to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

![[File:Geneticist.png|64px|link=Geneticist]]<br>[[Geneticist]]

|Sit in your lab for most of the round tinkering with genetic codes. Clone the tide of dead bodies that comes to your door. Accidentally inject yourself with a monkey SE and get impaled by the cook.

|Experiment with diseases in an attempt to create potent healing viruses. Mess up and release a plague. Help combat any disease outbreaks on the station by fabricating a cure and vaccines.

|Monitor the crew's vital status via the computer in your office. Remind the team to engage their necessary jumpsuit sensors to be full so that you can find them. Be saddened when someone calls for help, and you can't find them.

|Sit in your office advertising on the radio every minute. Diagnose yourself with depression because no one turns up. Become an [[Assistant]] with medical access.

![[File:Generic_qm.png|64px|link=Quartermaster]][[File:Quartermaster.png|64px|link=Quartermaster]]<br>[[Quartermaster]]

|Order crates and make sure your [[Cargo Technician|workers]] do their jobs. Be an extremely vulnerable target for the [[Revolution]]. Manage supply and demand, and cry when demand outpaces supply.

|Push or pull crates. Promote shorts as they are comfy and comfortable to wear. Use MULEs to all but entirely replace you.

|Mine rocks, and attempt to mine monsters. Deliver materials to [[Science]] in exchange for cool stuff. Go on a quest for the clown planet. Collapse in despair when the shuttle is called early. Collapse in general when Goliaths crush your skeleton to dust. Search for cool loot instead of actually mining for ore. Fall into a chasm and die.

|Mop blood off the floor. Mop vomit off the floor. Mop unidentified substances off the floor. Be attacked and derided because you've left slippery water on the floor behind you.

|Mix cocktails, dodge glasses being thrown at you, have your shotgun stolen and used against you. Let cargo borrow your shotgun in exchange for sawing it off for you. Act surprised when people start to die from drinking your "cocktails".

|Cook delicious meals from questionably sourced spare meat. Make burgers stacked higher than the ceiling of the station. [[Critters#Pets|Be brutally murdered by your pet goat]].

|Grow tomatoes filled with everything from miracle medicine to incredibly caustic acid and LSD. Work with the [[Chef]] to create a steady supply of culinary treats for the crew. Allow hydroponics to become a horrifying farmhouse. Plant grass in the hallway in front of your department.

|Wander the halls of the station aimlessly. Seek a purpose and assist where you can to the respectably employed others around you. Beat people/objects with toolboxes. Bask in the fact that you are still superior to the [[Clown]]

|Honk! Play harmless pranks, and hope you don't get your chest caved in! Honk! Nag robotics for a H.O.N.K. Mech. Honk! Use said mech to break into the Captain's office and HONK in his face. HONK!

|Entertain the crew with professional acts of pantomiming. Never break your vow of silence. Be the most competent person on the station with no way to communicate it.

|Proselytize your chosen God. Worship them and pray to them, and carry out their will. Attempt to spread the word of your God through violent beating over the head with your holy book. Serve as the station's best and only line of defense against Vampires, Cultists, and Wizards.

|Curate the Library's vast collection of knowledge. Attempt to hold poetry readings. Host D&D games. Play as a reporter and follow people around with your camera and tape recorder. Beat the snot out of anyone who doesn't return their library books.

|Steal whatever you can from your fellow crew members and sell it back to them for a pretty penny. Fend off the angry hordes of said crew members when they rightfully start taking their stuff back.

|Tell Security to notify you when a new prisoner arrives. Don't get notified. Find loopholes in infernal contracts and save souls from damnation. Litigate for every falsely accused inmate that Security drags in by [[Space Law]].

|Follow your laws and hope that you aren't blown up due to [[Research Director|certain individuals]]. Completely forget that you're still somewhat human and do mindless repetitive tasks without emotion. Assist the crew when asked.

|Become that adorable robotic pet. Fix the hull breaches the crew will inevitably make. Get picked up and used as a hat against your will. Be more competent than Station Engineers. Get killed by the Engineers for being more qualified than them.

|Float ominously. Await a shell to stuff yourself in - ask for juggernaut and get wraith.

|Talk to the other [[Clown|dead]] [[Assistant|people]]. Complain about the living. Orbit around the singularity pretending that it's a black hole. Follow an Antagonist with all the other ghosts like some form of ethereal dog pile.

|Follow the goals assigned to you by your employers. Keep your true allegiances hidden. Avoid Security and suspicious activity. Wonder why other Traitors are assigned to kill you.

|Relieve humans of their DNA and brain cells. Change your identity and seamlessly assume the life of another. Sow confusion and fear.

|Steal the Captain's nuclear arming disk. Utilize teamwork to overthrow the station and detonate the nuclear warhead.

|Scribble runes with your own blood. Summon eldritch gods. Forcibly convert people to your religion.

|Serve the Clockwork Justiciar by scribbling new-age runes all over maintenance. Start a steampunk book club and kill all the old-fashioned book clubbers. Invoke a bunch of anime people to summon Ratvar.

|Overthrow the station's leadership by either putting them on a shuttle to lavaland or slicing their heads off with a guillotine. Viva la revolution!

|Vandalize the station and get into fights with rival gangs. Litter the halls with bullet casings. Spraypaint places to claim them as your territory. Execute hits on other gang bosses.

|FORTI GY AMA!! EI NATH!!

|Spend ten minutes hunting down one Wizard, then kill him thinking you've won! Stare in horror as three more Wizards appear. Watch in amusement as they proceed to kill each other.

|Be the hip and more popular brother to the Changeling. Turn the station staff into thralls while racing towards your ultimate ascension. Avoid light and embrace the dark. Listen to darkcore music.

![[File:Traitor.png|64px|]]<br>Syndicate Mutineer

|Arrive on the station as a Traitor with less gear but the ability to awaken the Syndicate sleeper agent in everybody. Cooperate with other teams to stage the perfect coup. Roll up with your posse on a quest to become the most powerful Syndicate team.

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|Walk into the Chapel, die. Get hit by a Bible, die. Run onto a blessed tile, die. Hide in maintenance and bite assistants. Make your own crypt. Reach your full potential and be killed by a vampire that you made.

|Do the work of two individuals as you carry your useless brothers to success. Realize you are essentially a greytider with objectives. Complete obscenely hard objectives and then fail anyway because not every single brother is alive and on the shuttle.

|Do what your summoner tells you to do. Set your battle cry to something so awful it makes your foes cry in battle. Be a punching ghost.

!<span style="display: none;">b</span>ORA ORA ORA

|Plant embryos inside the unwilling crew. Protect your babies as they burst through the chests of their hosts. Protect your Queen. Watch in horror as the Queen spaces herself.

|Consume. Replicate. Repeat. Eat Telecomms. Teleport your enemies away from your delicious metal.

|Shock lights appear menacingly—siphon life from the living. Cause widespread annoyance and panic.

|Eat pens for amusement, disguise yourself as beepsky. Disguise yourself as the Captain, confront the Captain while disguised as him, get shot.

|Follow your orders, which may or may not involve you killing everything that moves. Kill everyone, regardless.

|Click rapidly and grow. Expand and expand until you are finally discovered. Unleash the blobbernauts. Reach critical mass and win.

|Try to infect people. Get the virologist lynched. Get the CMO lynched. Get the rest of the medbay lynched. Make everyone grow beards.

|Try to raid the station. Fail miserably because the entire crew is out for your blood.

|Kidnap people and experiment on them. Accidentally kidnap yourself. Steal the armory after losing your tools. Hope your fellow Scientist/Agent is not incompetent and lets the crew kidnap you instead.

|Become completely obsessed with a certain someone on the station. Get jealous of their coworkers, so you kill them. Stalk and hug the person you are obsessed with, and then probably kill them as well.

|Kill anything in your way and bring bodies back to your nest (if you're an ashwalker). Die to the sudden inhospitably of your home.

|Be self-important, meddle with station affairs, annoy the Captain with bureaucracy. Get killed almost immediately by a random mob. Have your body looted by everyone, including the Captain.

![[File:Chrono.png|64px|Chrono Legionnaire]]<br>Chrono Legionnaire

|Erase the Clown from time. Accidentally erase your objective from time. Never be spawned by an admin for being too overpowered.

|Arrive too late on the station to help. Lose the rest of your team, get outnumbered, and die. Respawn as a second response team to save the first team.

|Turn on the DOOM soundtrack and get to work. Set your rifle to DESTROY and terminate all lifeforms (including walls). Slip-on a banana peel and laugh as your boots prevent you from slipping. Turn the Clown into blood mist with your Mateba Revolver.

|Fill the halls with tons of vomit! Fa la la la la - la la la la. Spam *collapse and *surrender, and cry because the coders found out about your exploit. Scream internally, climb into brain, scream externally. Cry when your host eats sugar.

|Engage in civil discussions to buy souls. Create emergencies so that people are desperate enough to sell their soul. Try to out wit the lawyer. Get punched to death by someone you just turned into a hulk. Never exist because you don't have a gamemode.