Vieux Pharmaceuticals welcomes you to your orientation!
The words are neon and stretch across the entire screen as the tape begins to play. Cheap music plays in the background, grating enough on your ears to be annoying but not enough to stop you from listening, unfortunately.
Today, you'll be learning the basics of our organization, starting with:
THE FOUNDER!
Confetti falls from the top of the screen. You can see the green screen behind them. They clearly weren't cropped right. No effort was put into this. As you consider how little budget they must have had making this, a man steps in front of the plain cyan background. Their dress shirt is stained with what you can only assume to be vomit and chemicals, a mantle tied snug around their neck, and a gas mask half-off on the top of their head, covered only by a black bandana. Long hair flows haphazardly over their clothes. They look like a mess. They twitch and look anywhere but the camera as they speak.
"W-we at Vieux Pha-armaceuticals are more than-n happy to have you along! Wh-hen I founded this enterprise," text goes across the screen clarifying that Vieux Pharmaceuticals is not technically a company or formal organization, "I founded it know-wing people like YOU, the talent-ted and downtrodden, w-would see potential here!" They bow towards the camera, finally looking it in the lens with piercing blue eyes and a sunken, emaciated face. "My n-name is Amos Vieux." The lights flicker, and he twitches, clearly trying to stave off some sort of breakdown. You regret this already.
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Amos is a person of many talents. They do chemistry well enough to have a theoretical degree in it. They tinker in the back rooms of maints, progressing Tider Science. They dabble in the mystical arts of chaplaincy and act as a spiritual medium. They run a pharmacy. They are the secret, beating heart behind the station... or so they say.
In actuality, Amos is:
A pseudo-drug-dealer
Haunted by ghosts (or, so they claim)
Constantly high off their own supply
Almost 100% losing their goddamn mind
In a LOT of debt to an unsavory pharmaceutical company
Amos is not going to run headfirst into danger for the sake of Nanotrasen. They're not going to listen to the red alert when it gets called in the first place, because goddamnit, it's never been that bad before and they have things to do in maints. But if you really need it, and they're around, they'll save your bacon. Maybe it's because they expect you to repay them. Maybe it's because they're high out of their mind and got really, really cocky thinking they could save you. Or maybe they want to do some good with whatever limited time they have, between the drugs and the debts. In any case, you call them and they're there. Unless you're a redshirt.