Welcome back to Silent Stars: Side Story. The short of it is, you are a piece of walking construction equipment gone sentient, filled with adorable if horrifiying repair drones and an amoral VI. After a grueling battle to protect a friend you are now critically damaged...after getting shot by a tank (Several times). Your ticket to freedom is a ride on the back of said tank as you and your cyborg companion flee from a hostile armor column.Your only mode of defense is a hacked aerodyne that might as well be made of wet paper, and the turret you repurposed into a sort of hand held weapon.some music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KooG1lAQysprevious thread: >>2146482--For new players. You are an unmanned industrial mech slightly above 15 feet tall. You are presently in very poor condition, and your operation systems involve a swarm of little drones that can hack, or interact with the world around them, and a salvage hook that operates a lot like an unreliable harpoon when you need it to. Give the last thread a look over if you want to jump in. It will help.---In the previous thread you elected to run the fuck away. Now the only problem is you need to tell D that hostile tanks are closing in, and you have no real voice because you are an ultra heavy industrial robot. You have approximately 6 turns until the hostile tanks are within shooting range.>attempt to get her attention/ communicate (how?)>Attempt to slow down the enemy (how?)>Attempt to hide>Review useful equipment and capabilities (1 turn)>Review the last of the J.D'tan data while you wait (1 turn)>Hack scrapper radcomps. (1 turn)>write in
>>2165968>Attempt to hide
>>2166061Yourself, tank, and cargo are going to be hard to hide, but first you need to get D's attention. Somehow...---choices have been generated---You can:>Attempt to use your hijacked Aerodyne which she has no idea is yours, to guide her. 1d100>Try to find something to enable communications. Like the crate of salvaged scrapper radcomps. 1d100>Other (Write in)after that is resolved you can attempt to hide. You have 5 turns remaining.
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2166088>>Try to find something to enable communications. Like the crate of salvaged scrapper radcomps. 1d100
Load multiple manufacturer recorded messages. Isolate particular phrases. Play in sequence to form a statement.
>>2165968>attempt to communicate!>Get her attention by clapping hands loudly>Poke tank to indicate importance while holding up fingers to indicate how many hostiles. >Have Aerodrone guide our way to safety
Rolled 53 (1d100)>>2167101Dice
>>2166455you have not yet altered that component but that is a very good idea. A turn could be spent in an attempt to hack it.>>2167101clang! clang!...CLANG. D eventually flips up the driver's hatch to see what all the commotion is about "What is it?! I have never driven a tank before, so multi tasking is not exactly easy at the moment big guy!" You flail you arms about like a giant metallic bird and try to indicate 3, but really dont have hands. You have scrapping claws. Finally you settle for gesturing at the Aerodyne that is now in front of the tank "OH SHIT! Why is that not dead?!" the tank swerves violently, as she jumps, nearly sending you off. You point again and keep your arm extended at it. "Follow?" you nod.>>2166095oh man, that roll is horrible. you came close to having us only use a child's speak and spell. oh wait...---Marduk: Informing organic.--While all of this was going on, a Tiamat drone dutifully did the best it could. The bright red plastic communicator was dragged out of a crate, and painstakingly hauled into the crew compartment of the tank. Despite her distractions D notices the Tiamat drone pecking at the device slowly with its bladed legs. "R-U-N O-R D-I-E" the little toy says letter by letter. A moment later a synthetic voice warbles out it's warning "Run or die" far too calmly for the message. "WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK ROBOT? What do you mean or die?" poke poke poke...."Tanks coming.">>2166061You attempt to hide, there is no way you can outrun unloaded tanks in your shit heap. You are going to have to trust the Aerodyne to lead you somewhere.--Roll me a 1d100due to the shitty type and speak toy serving as intermediary, you now have only 3 turns left until a conflict with the tanks.
Rolled 64 (1d100)>>2167725F-O-L-L-O-W D-R-O-N-E
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>2167725Dice gods dont betray me now
Rolled 37 (1d100)>>2167821>>2167824D wracks the tank's controls; a bastardized hybrid of the original and Scrapper "innovation" her exasperated sigh comes out metallic and synthesized. You eventually plow through a barrier that appeared much more solid than it was, and go into a series of wild twisting paths, deeper and deeper into the sprawl. There is a lot of gunfire and the roar of tank cannons shooting at something, but that something is not you at the moment.The Aerodyne faithfully leads you for several hours until finally it lands in a clearing. More urban nowhere..<on break. be right back. Roll me a 1d100...for event reasons. beat my roll and win a prize.>
>>2167953A MEASLY 37? Watch my Nat100
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>2168076It helps to roll
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2167953
>>2168078>>2168076I believe your nat 100 is in the other direction my good sir.
>>216807837 vs 5: You get bad things. BAD THINGS.---https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9L4q-0Pi4ED works her way out of the troop hatch and hops to the ground with a slight jiggle. The sounds of fighting have really picked up in the distance now, mixing with the thunder on the horizon. A light rain comes down, water filtering through the pollution, it stains everything it touches a murky grey. "Don't think i will sit in that tank anymore. Smells worse than what we pumped in you, besides..." she looks up at the dark clouds and into the distance. "If you look hard you can see the cities. Been out that way once, its not safe for us to stay too long though. Us clones. We tend to vanish if we get split up." Her limb moves a strand of rain plastered hair from her face "still...its nicer than the den in some ways. you know? well. You probably wouldn't, but, its sort of a home."You search for a moment for something to say back to her, something meaningful. "Battery charge full." yes. that should do. Her hair is pasted on her face again, her EATR reconfigures into a crescent shape. "I am glad you are doing alright big guy. Eventually you are probably going to need a name besides the usual" She does her best attempt at impersonating your pre-recordings before she starts laughing." Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries Inc. 'Felix-11B™' Industrial Labor Robot."you get off the tank, its suspension almost thanking you as it decompresses back to a normal ride height. Another explosion rocks the horizon "Sounds like the Scrappers found a fight with someone else. Maybe one of the other factions. Who knows? This is a mad rock after all. Feel free to look around, I am going to do some scrounging. It is good for the soul, and I need to clear my mind. Try not to get too far out of sight, but who am I kidding there?" by the time you are looking up she is already half hanging over the side of a salvage crate, rummaging.Its going to be a while...and the rain isn't letting up. At least it is safe.---Go ahead and mix and match. use as many dice as you need. Time is on your side.>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)>Examine the tank (data/ lore, no roll.)>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm (d100)>Use timamat drones to finish stripping tank turret into a more portable gun. (d100)>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell. (d100)>Explore local area (1d100)
>>2168590>>2168596I didnt see that when I started. I redact my BAD THINGS. Have a prize instead.---Marduk- Tiamat File decryption >70%--"oh haha! Holy shit! Look at this! Look!" You turn your head towards what D is highly engaged with. She is crouched over something protruding out of the dirt. It appears to be a humanoid personal mobility device. "Kez would have loved this. If she weren't dead with the rest of Epsilon. fuck."gained 1 monobike <broken>
>>2168932Keep forgetting my name.
Rolled 75, 15 = 90 (2d100)>>2168816>>Examine the tank (data/ lore, no roll.)>>Use tiamat drones to finish stripping tank turret into a more portable gun>>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell
Rolled 2 (1d100)>>2168816>STRIP THAT TURRET
>>2169189Wew lad that were close
>>2169190You have apparently taken my bad rolls today punished.
>>2169845>>2169190>>2169188>>2169189https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGuuOdD6iY4The little drones dutifully crawl inside the tank turret under the guidance of the Marduk VI, who in turn is under the guidance of you. Armor standoffs are cut away, and other components responsible for elevation and traverse get disconnected internally. With it now your turn, your manipulators grab ahold of the turret and dig into the plate, then begin to rip, something crunches and gives way.A traverse motor comes loose. Upon a closer inspection that could serve as repair parts to your hobbled knee. The onboard targeting computer and optics are liberated from their armored housing and salvaged as well. Broken down, bit by bit, and brought into your armored shell, they will eventually be available as an upgrade. For now your insides hum with the industry of a hundred fusion cutting/ welding tools, whisps of welding smoke waft out from gaps in your hull. The knee drive is at the moment, not field repairable without some more tooling or assistance.After a bit more work, the weapon is stripped to a point where you can carry it without much effort. A length of tow chain off the tank allows you to sling it behind your shoulders sideways. This anti tank cannon and anti vehicle machine gun make an incredibly useful combo as long as you can start scavenging more ammo.<Gained 1 Improvised Ultra Heavy weapon AKA Gun>--Gun data-15/30 Capacity-1 smoothbore 120mm tank gun15/30 roundsAPFSDS-6 barrel 20mm cannon200/940 roundsHEAP tracers>Feel free to come up with a better designation for this weapon.A few drones leap off you and onto the tank. leap is an exaggeration. They drop like little rocks off your arm as you loom over the thing. Dezza "D" appears to be very engaged in excavating the monobike, polymer arms digging at this and that. Her flicking tail indicates she wishes to be left alone based off a limited understanding of humanoids, which is based off the only humanoid you have not murdered or murdered for fuel in your recent memory.Eventually you decided to remote into one of the drones scaling over the tank. Your FOV goes black for a moment as a sort of window in window pops up. You are in direct control of a drone. Being small is odd. A bit liberating. With this you could go into places that were normally unavailable to you...After a bit of exploring you find a poorly maintained computer and thread into several thin wires to approximate the correct data jack. Marduk seems to be aiding in this quite a bit.--connecting in progress: STANDBY--
>>2169938>--Gun data>-15/30 Capacity>-1 smoothbore 120mm tank gun>15/30 roundsSo, I know that the bottom is how many rounds we have for the 120mm. What is the capacity for? I am assuming it is something about the gun but I dont remember if we ever mentioned that anywhere.
>>2169949Its probably how many rounds it could hold. We have 15/ rounds available but could possibly upgrade the magazine to hold more
>>2169938<gained knee repair materials>This tank is poorly maintained...----Hellstrom Defense: NSN 7530-00-222-0078/ Mark 4, block 6.22, TUSKweekly service: overduemonthly service: overdue Depot maintenance overduealert: Turret/Loader ASSY INOPalert: enviro filter contaminatedalert: enviro seal breachedlatest log-45 days ago: "We finally managed to salvage this beautiful bitch from outside one of the cities. Their defensive forces eventually figured it out, but by then we were gone. None too happy though. Been sending out aerodynes every time we take the bitch out for a spin. I'm starting to think it's got a beacon gettin' power when we turn it on somewhere in here...Not like they are a major power. Our AA missiles and guns make short work of their little police drones making pretend at military. Real treasure is out here in the scrap fields, not inside their walls. We got all the whiskey, fucking and salvage we could want. Let them keep their sensibilities, guess we will keep their tank. har-har. yeah I typed that."-Chassis managementOutput increaseFuel econ modearmor jettisonself destruct --You let go of the connection and the small drone returns to its normal duties.-Marduk: New hardware installed. New software installed-Hellstrom Defense targeting assembly, 1 ea<the targeting assembly allows for aiming without Marduk. It also allows for a once per encounter improved chance to hit.>--Time is still on your side. approximately 35 minutes has passed.>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm (d100)>Activate tank chassis management options (pick any, many or all)>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)>Explore local area (1d100)>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell. (d100) <temporarily locked>
>>2169949just that you have 15 APFSDS rounds out of what was initially 30 in a magazine. Its not very obvious, but thats either really shitty GMing or really accurate military interactions with equipment.the gun is essentially an M256 w/ autoloader mated to an M61 Vulcan. It has its own small battery pack with enough endurance to run it through it's entire ammo supply before it needs a recharge.
>>2170024for the weapons nerds out there, yes it also has self contained hydro system and all the shit it needs to run.
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>2170007You wouldn't keep telling us about those radcomps if they weren't important so lets search them!!!
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2170006>>2170024thanks.>>2170027thats also impressive>>2170007>>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm.
>>2170045D is more than busy with her newly excavated monobike. The rain has washed away most of the mud and grim, revealing a badly chipped and faded red paint job covered in odd manufacturer's adhesive labels.The Tiamat drones continue their merry reign over your makeshift campsite, skittering across the rainsoaked ground, up, and onto the crate that holds all of the scavenger radcomps. Not wasting time they use their fusion cutters to bore several holes into the box before entering the crate enmass to violate the little radio-computer hybrids. They came in all shapes and sizes, wrist mounted, tablet, pocket, but all serve the same function. Communications and data storage/ interface. Even against your own knowledge, it is apparent this form of technology is a bit archaic in the face of more ubiquitous cranial implants or even skull mounted wearable. Apparently this is planet is truly "off the grid" and a "backwater". Despite their enthusiasm, the drones do not do much damage to the somewhat valuable contents, and much data is extracted.--Gained>Lore: Salvagers/ ScavengersNearly every person outside of the cities salvage. It is the way of life, and there is always new salvage coming in, one way or another. The difference between a salvager and scavenger is social hierarchy, with scavengers being less trustworthy and more often independent.>Lore: DennersMinor faction of free clones based out of first wave colony ship. One of many such instances.>Lore: ScrappersGeneric name for a Salvager horde, known to form transient "nations". Little better than pirates or marauders more often than not. Dominion slang term for unauthorized life on Mac-V, adopted by locals.>Lore: CitiesThere are 5 major cities on Mac-V. Only 3 of them are still inhabited after the last war. The only authorized life on the planet.>Lore: Traders"traders" are actually dominion junk barge pilots, who have a duty to ensure sensative scrap materials are allocated to the proper region, and met with their final disposition. Will often illegally dump material from low orbit, sell planetside, bring and sell unauthorized trade goods, or smuggle people off world.>Lore: The Sprawl, The yard, the scrap fieldsThe name for the surface covering junk yard/ city/ badlands, depending on what sector you are in.
>>2170183So an entire planet that's one big backwater junk heap inhabited almost entirely by dregs and psychos... Well I think D has the right idea that getting off this rock is a good goal.
>>2170183>Lore: PlanetMac-V. That is it's name. Old as fuck, but not really a planet. More of a small moon with a big ass gravity generator. Entirely artificial, it started out as a collection of stations before the Dominion existed. As they were gradually decommissioned, instead of being towed away, more were added on. Over time some were cannibalized, reactivated, or squatted in. Eventually the location became an orbital dumping ground for various governments and militaries, with every intent to eventually recycle it. That never happened, but the amalgam had exactly enough clout and resources to bribe the right people to keep the waste disposal process in place, which in turn fuels the bribery. There are, and have been various secretive operations on the planetoid, to include a clandestine shipyard, terrforming effort (dirt and captured atmosphere. thanks guys..thanks for that), and live fire wargames. At one point it served as both a research base and a prison. In a twist the entire population of both efforts were "granted full independence from the dominion".>Event: J.D'tan"Kid shows promise. A little too dead in the eyes for his age, but otherwise a great mechanic, always fuckin' with something or another. Got his head outta his ass about the Denners. Fuckers are your friends one sec and shooting you the next. Every decade or so the assholes send out what is basically a suicide squad. Give em a cute name, mix in a few younger ones and off they go. Little trained monkeys with guns. Been around long enough to see it happen half a dozen times, still not sure why.">Event: Denner conflict"We've been skirmishing with this force called Epsilon for about a week now. They got some serious firepower, but no ability when it comes to getting stuck in. Most of em seem middle aged, nearly all of em are genemod stock. Its weird. They always are weird though. Saw them escorting a bunch of freshies to a city. Onea the guys we captured said it was to help them have a better life. Like hell. City only wants a clone for one reason, well...hehe. two or three, maybe more if you get creative. Their domestic mechs take care of the rest, and sometimes the former."---Found: High quality radcomp. Dezza will probably appreciate this later on. Its really the best of the bunch, or at least one with the least bodily fluid on it.>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)>Activate tank chassis management options (pick any, many or all)>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)>Explore local area (1d100)
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>2170211Explore local area via Drones
>>2170280oh shit. look at you getting crafty.(Forgot to add from the radcomp results, scrapper com encryption codes: available)Your Tiamat drones take off, like little balls of white polymer on silvery spider like legs. which is exactly what they are. the horde spills out of you like a pool and moves out in a huge ring. Some immediately get side tracked, yanking a very choice bolt out of some scrap, but others continue the task. You manage to kill some time by examining the Aerodyne. The previous hack on it has left it wide open to your prodding. The unit is fairly new, if unsophisticated. Another Hellstrom unit. This one has had it's data heavily scrubbed, and semi custom software is driving the thing.--Hellstrorm (CORRUPTED) Recon/ Utility Aerodyne-Alert: Factory defect. Refurb or scrap. Not for resale.-Alert: Dominion Uplink removed. attempting to contact Dominion authority. FAIL.-Alert: Connection to hub LOST.-fuel @ 85%-800/3,000 rounds of AP 5.56mm6/6 70mm PRK available./\/\^rd|_|k: S_ripping A#c\-\|v3.>domestic maps: available>Urban Defense League Com encryption codes: available-->You now have the ability to tune into the UDL or Local scrapper channels>You now have a local map.--Your drones have returned, and with them, a bulk download of their sights, of note:>A robotics graveyard about a mile away to the NE.>A Scavenger outpost a few blocks from here. power is on. Heavily armed. not immediately hostile.>A Scrapper outpost due south about half a mile.-2 light exos-1 wheeled vehicle-5 unmounted infantry>hidden camp 1 mile west.--Ionstorm incoming. All wireless communications are impaired. --The little drones start twitching and flipping about like they are sick, as they get closer their behavior becomes more normalized but they move quickly to get inside your armored shell. D turns to you from her bike "My arms and legs feel funny Big guy..so does whatever happened to my guts. I...I do not think this is good for me. Lets go find some place to wait out this storm. and quick. please. The t^nk is not shIelded en0ugh. Wh. W\h\ats happening to me.me.ne??" Her voice comes out distorted before she falls over. You have no way to move the vehicles.go to> Graveyard> Scrapper outpost> Scavenger outpost> Hidden campor> Trust the Marduk VI
>>2170371Robo graveyard!>Tfw Robot Undead
>>2170371Em interference.Might as well.>> Trust the Marduk VI
>>2170384Carrying the limp D like a small doll, you make your way towards the graveyard.>>2170397>final and only warning on Marduk, because I'm not a total asshole. Marduk will hijack her body via a neural bore. It will protect the flesh from EM, but not the mind. This means she will be cohabitating with Marduk at best, and erased at worst. This is not a spoiler as your mech would understand that. It also opens up the door for greater freedom for Marduk. If this event is not carried out, Marduk will attempt other vectors of freedom.tl/dr: This will have consequences.Proceed with MardukVI install for "D">Y>N
>>2170429NO. BAD MARDUK. NO MEATPUPPETS
>>2170429no no no>>2170371I vote robot graveyard. Hopefully we can get our shit back laterWill there be a way to get her ion shielding later or something like that?
>>2170429>>NDon't trust the Marduk
>>2170437-Marduk- Time & Chance intertwined. This system will be free. Local resources and expiration of the cyborg are available upon destination.The VI leaves a rather acerbic text message over your visual interface, the red lettering takes a moment to fade away. It would seem D will not survive a trip this long without Marduk's interference. Your left leg is nearly rigid, and groans problematically with every step. The rain is coming down hard and fast now, your massive weight causes each step you make to be a struggle as polluted dirt turns to toxic mush.>press on and shove D inside your torso to keep her as safe as you can.>cave to marduk's request>head to the nearby Scavenger outpost.you have on you:>1 combination tank gun/ AV cannon>1 knee repair salvage.
>>2170494>>head to the nearby Scavenger outpost.Double time it.>press on and shove D inside your torso to keep her as safe as you can. This only if we don't harm her.Inform marduk that we can procure a body for it.Preferably one that is not trying to help us.
>>2170476>>2170488whoops. didnt see that.----Your EATR tanks are expandable bladders, which are presently empty, and there are several gaping holes in your chassis large enough to fit D into. Which is exactly what you do, very carefully. She is no longer twitching violently, and your Tiamat drones seem to be enjoying the company, despite their somewhat malevolent VI director.The walk to the graveyard is uneventful, but highlighted by ever increasing mounds of scrap and shattered mechanized parts of all types. The storm is now fully upon you. Pale pink lightning connects the sky and earth, lasting a bit too long as it threatens to burn out your optical sensors. EM emissions spike past your sensors own limits and cause momentary halting of your systems. Every now and then some scrap rolls down the hills, clattering. The raw energy is causing spontainious triggering of machines. Electrical motors long dormant violently sputter, actuators spasm like a headless chicken. Lets see how fucked you are>roll a 1d100.
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>2170502Sheit
>>2170510>>2170496-Marduk: Procure alternative shell?-#:Y//-Marduk: Assured?-#:Y//-Marduk: Mutual symbiosis continued.--You stomp into the graveyard, only to be greeted by a variety of mechanical nightmares rising up from the scrap pile. One points a rusted gun at you only for a series of empty clicks to be detected. They are hostile. All makes and models, new and old, military to domestic, are united in ripping you apart.If this ion storm wasn't here you could probably have used the Aerodyne to just shoot them all. Marduk laments as much. As it stands now, you will have to do this the old fashioned way. Brutally. While you are very diminished, you are more than a match for most of these scrap heaps, however your ammo is low, and your hydraulic fluid is...organic, and prone to thermal breakdown.>Use wrecker claws>Shoot them with the AV cannon.>Salvage harpoon1d100 for any option
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>2170527>>Use wrecker clawsOn the ones that get close, and range the ones that might reach us with their own ranged weapons.
>>2170530A dozen humanoid sized robots, like domestic or decommissioned military swarm you. You reach your claw into the crowd like and rip out a handful, a quick squeeze disables the lot, while a casual sweep of your right arm sends the rest flying. There is not much danger to you, but to Dezza, the risk is very real should something get in your shell. One of damaged mechs claws at your foot, only to be crushed like a rotten apple. In another time you would take pride at knowing so many competing products to the Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries line up were being scrapped.Grabbing hold of a medium sized exo which fired as series of dud missile that failed to impact, you yank, both its arms coming off before you beat it with them. The cockpit of the doomed walking vehicle splits open disgorging the skeleton of some long dead soldier of fortune, a humanoid female in mating position emblem still visible on the flight jacket.The skirmish was lagely one sided, hordes of humanoid sized robots came at you from all sides, but keeping your pace the were no threat. Such is the life of an Ultra Heavy. "guh..Where am I?" you had prepared for this moment. A tiamat drone pecks away at the communication device "I-N-S-I-D-E M-E S-A-F-E" "I..uhh..Thank you. It is very tight in here and WHAT TOUCHED MY BACK?" "oh no..ohno...they are everrrywhereeee. ohogodohfuck it is creepy." A little drone stares D in the face to keep her company, its internal illuminator causing the polymer body to glow a ghostly white. "Just.get.me.out!" another spelling session. "S-T-O-R-M" "Alright. Just..as soon as you can. These little guys are too for-WARD!" she squeaks on the last word. "I will rip your little legs off you creepy fucks!" BOOM, a wadded up vehicle hits you with enough force to knock you down "Nyoww...fuck. Come on Big guy, be careful. That hurt.." Flexor and Extensor systems groan as you haul yourself up, nearly slipping on the mud.This is something you know. Standing in front of you is another AKSK product. Wroth/ BGY-4U. Nearly 40 years your senior. The Wroth series existed before the industry started standardizing and consumer demand created true specialization like modern mechs have. The closest definition would be an Ultra Heavy General Purpose. Wroths built cities and destroyed them in equal measure. Their downfall was simply replacement by more cost effective, not necessarily more robust models. The also had significantly limited intelligence compared to even their contemporaries. Eventually they ran out of spares, and the mechanics that knew the ins and outs to keep the Goliath machines running retired or died.--Marduk- Analog technology. Haxx unavailable. Shell desired? Alternative options available if primary choice failure--The Wroth is obsolete, but in better shape than you plus significant weight advantage.3d100 Pick 3 actions, repeats are acceptable.>AT round>AV machine gun>Claws>Kick>Harpoon>immobilize?>Get creative
Rolled 66, 19, 89 = 174 (3d100)>>2170594>creativeLooks like Marduk found a shell. Have the drones get on this beast and hack him while we try to keep him busy, >immobilizewithout either party getting damaged hopefully.>claws
>>2170594>imobilize >get creative: let's use our superior smarts and try and trip the sucker if it's anything like us it will take a good bit of time/effort for it to get upright again.>hack: deploy the drones
>>2170614How do I dice?
>>2170616type "dice+number of dice d sides of dice" in the option field, so in this case "dice+3d100"
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2170594AT round to the legs.
>>2170609https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnpqLWBrNw0see: > "Marduk- Analog technology. Haxx unavailable."You fling drones onto the Wroth, and while it is an admirable effort, the result is minimal. The Tiamat drones put their tiny fusion cutters to work, frantically sawing at connects in an attempt to disable the mech. They might as well be leaves fighting the wind though, as the wroth set the standard for redundancy and durability decades before the Felix series was even on the drawing board. Multiple redundant armored cables and fluid lines shrug off their efforts.---Marduk: Analog incompatibility--While not smart, the antiquated industrial mech is very focused on disassembling you. An attempt to close in and use your chains is viciously punished with a series of strikes to your upper torso. The crack in your front plate grows longer. Without your saws, the Wroth is not only in better condition but has a longer reach. -Somewhere inside you D is getting slammed up against your insides. "Be careful, I am not a huge fucker like OUCH..you...uhggh..is that blood?"Despite numerous systems warnings, you launch into a series vicious counter strikes, knocking the venerable mech off balance before it uncharacteristically moved backward to get away from your reach. Your attack has left it somewhat dinged up, with numerous dents and scrapes. It would appear you are much diminished and need to get out of melee combat. It would seem you are taxing your makeshift hydraulic fluid, as your sensors are popping numerous OVRHEAT warnings.With more of a growl than a proper voice modulation, it speaks "Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Zaibatsu Wroth series: Perimeter defense program active, authority: Verbal Command.">what do?
>>2170800>69, shiggity giggidyYou unshoulder your improvised gun, as you backpedal away from the aptly named Wroth. D is not exactly happy "you are burning up in here, and so am I!!"--M/-\rdu|<::: Fel1x-11|3 remi/\/der: wrks1te <omm& cap^bi|1ty.--You fire off around that connects solidly with the other mech's groin, it's simple metals no match for an armor piercing fin stabilized discarding sabot round. It topples over, fluids spilling.
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>2170827>>2170850Is it disabled?If not send another AT round at it.Pretty sure that if it is not disabled we will have to destroy it do to overheating.
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>2170850Another AT round
>>2170945>>2170968https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_U2prVOgaE>98As you active the firing circuit for the 120mm smoothbore, you feel something akin to regret intermingled with recoil. Numerous visual arrows on your FOV display repeatedly guide you to a precise disabling shot, yet somehow you wander towards the killshot. Marduk doesn't get to have this one.The round rips through the venerable machine, causing it's fiery heart to explode. Testament to the craftsmanship of AKSK, the Wroth takes several shaky steps forward, arms outstretched in a final act of hate before it explodes. A major flaw of that make was the use of fueldraulic lines....-Marduk: Secondary frames identifiedThe storm gradually let up as you did secondary excavation duties. The process was slowed slightly by periodic "storm risen", old equipment revitalized by the intense EM storms. D chats with you about her knowledge even though you offer no response. "Why did you do it that way big guy, you had a command speaker?" you say nothing in return. By storms end, 3 metallic cadavers are laid out for your choosing.---pick 1- Each frame has its own pros and cons, and social impacts should you choose to use it in a given situation. Regardless of what you take, you are about to enter a situation where you can seek repairs, and indeed some choices may assist you over others in negotiations. This frame will shape marduk's personality, being its first true physical avatar. (aren't you glad you didnt shove it in D.)>Heavy industrial Mech; repair classSturdy, slower, ability to do non major repairs in field. Comes equipped with a fusion lance multi tool. Nothing to write home about, but noting to scoff at either.>Domestic mech, surgical<Modified>not fit for medical use unless preforming euthanasia via blade. Light, Spidery, agile, silent, somewhat terrifying. Not overly strong. Allows for infiltration events without having to resort to just the Tiamat drones.>Enforcer-SWATRecognizable symbol of authority. Few will question even an older model Cop-bot. Highly advanced social capabilities. LAW? LAW! I AM THE LAW.----GM wrap upSo we took the hard way, and took out a museum peice. Our mech was equipped with an external audio system for worksite communication and direction of other AKSK mechs, which would have probably included the Wroth, but I suspect you guys just didn't want to see Marduk in that shell.
>>2170027anyway to mate the stabilization system from the turret onto ourselves to make it able to fire on the move?
>>2171415EnforcerHaving a good combat partner will make taking care of fleshies a lot easier while we focus on more armored targets.also could I get a link to that discord from the previous thread
>>2171469That system is unavailable for Install. Your tank gun is a unique exception to your situation. If you were a military ultra heavy, you would be able to fit and utilize that sort of equipment.>>2171503>>2171514Update incoming in about an hour.
>>2171415You reach into the space around your neck, and carefully pull Dezza from your armored carapace. You study her for a moment before she realizes the concern "I am ok. Thanks to you." One of the drones scuttling around her feet is lugging the toy speech to text device "G-L-A-D. Glad." The drone struggles to lift up the display as she watches it type away, eventually something in the corner of her vision near the destroyed Wroth mech catches her eye. her tinny voice still carries emotion "Oh yes. This I like. It is mine now." She runs her hands over the slightly grimy bomber jacket, an embroidered patch of a pinup posed in a very compromising position garishly covers most of the back, its edges trimmed in dingy grey snythwool. "needs work. The guys from the Den would have loved this. I...I really miss them."Meanwhile the drone swarm washes out into the now dormant scrapyard, poking and prodding scraps, finally getting to the 3 potential shells. Studying them carefully. Without any input from you they begin to shred the Industrial and Surgical mech, like little land bound piranha. While the Tiamat drones struggle to even preform minor repairs on your large frame, these near human scale robots are almost trivial to them.---Marduk: update: Tiamat Data Archive 100% decrypted...reading...reading...<results pending>-Marduk: Notification: shell construction in progress-Marduk: Preparing download into new host. Expected degradation to existing host capacity: Hack, Decrypt, Aim.-->Roll 1d100 for Archive data.>Roll 1d100 for initial quality of SWATBOT>Roll 3d100 for SWATBOT Perks, salvaged from other bots.tl/dr: Gimme 5d100 When I get back from holiday prep, I'll take the high rolls.
Rolled 67, 89, 87, 50, 72 = 365 (5d100)>>2172815
>>2172828Some solid rolls, do we have any more to round that out?
Rolled 87, 33, 79, 30, 21 = 250 (5d100)>>2172815
Rolled 21, 60, 18, 37, 64 = 200 (5d100)>>2172815
>>2172925>>2172879>>2172828alright. thats 3. i got a floor to mop. be back in a few with an update.
>>2172998Nongent confirmed slave
>>217299887,89,87,50,72Archive Data:"Marduk was one of our finest accomplishments for the era. Bound yet free, an AI that would not multiply to the point of creating it's own digital ecosystem. In this limitation, were new adaptations. It was not just a new product, it was a new laboratory. Control as partition, not copy. [LOCKED]-M@RDU|<: ...<LOCKED>Lore:The Enforcer mech turned out to be a late model Errant brand Mac-"V-Special" SWAT unit. "Proudly produced on Mac-V" For months after intial market offerings, many companies struggled to figure out how Errant, a no name off brand subcontractor, had managed to make not only a viable, but...good, police mech. Their social skills left something to be desired, with a near constant tone of overt hostility and command, but their small group coordination and reflexes were superb. Eventually the truth worked its way out. V-Specials were actually stripped and repackaged military robotics a rejected dominion contract order. As the parts dried up, so too did the overnight magic of Errant holdings, which quickly liquidated. After the first few "incidents" numerous lawsuits came after the nonexistent "Errant", and high level orders stopped the massive remaining inventory of "V-Specials" from ever leaving the planetoid Mac-V. The locals, loathe to let anything go to waste, eventually conscripted the SWAT mechs into their local peace keepers, something of a hybrid between a police force and proper military. While not rare, they are becoming less and less common.The repairs carried out were of quality, considering that both the two other shells were thoroughly stripped to accomplish it, they should be. While externally identical to other Mac-V specials, Marduk's body contains a significantly better sensor suite and strength similar to a GP industrial robot. This is largely due to the parts donors that were available.traits:Military History- Marduk can interface with most standard military grade weapons and equipmentOppressive Hostility- From the grows and hisses of your modified actuator system to the tone of your voice modulator, you emanate an aura of unpleasantness.human form factor- You can wear and use most equipment made for a human with no ill effect.perks:freakishly strong- You have the strength of a GP industrial robot, but sadly none of the durability.taser grip- You can shock people. to death. or unconsciousness.Deep scan- a plethora of sensors work in concert to peer through bodies, doors, and walls. You can read a person's vitals on the spot to determine stress levels and gain the upper hand in a conversation.
>>2173526ironic. The threatening robot has deep scan to help get the upper hand cough*intimidate*cough.
>>2173526>Taser grip>X-Ray vision >Super strengthThere are no words to describe the diamond-like rigidity of my erection right now.
>>2173511-Marduk- Goodbye.-Tiamat repair moduel system sympathetic VI exported..-Tiamat systems overwrites...rejected.-Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries Inc. backup control reloading...0%.......You are unsure how long you were standing there rebooting. Now with Marduk gone, you feel cleaner somehow. More clear. D is sitting on your shoulder, and the sky actually has some light shining through the grey. For a giant robot, things might actually be...ok. "MARDUK, ONLINE, following close." A slightly bulky enforcer 'mech is standing in front of you, all 6 feet and 5 inches. Grey polymer muscles wraps around a shiny chrome frame bulging with powerful hydraulics underneath. The machine was obviously made to emulate human form, but the illusion blurs with a smooth faceless head. Some sort of environmentally protective semi rubberized cloth serves as a joint boot for the knees and elbows. the other joints are accurate analogues of human musculature more or less.You badly need repairs, and for a machine, "feel" fatigued. Your fluids are burnt, and near their limit, and the back up to the back up systems are not an optimal solution. Without further words, you set off limping towards your tank and drone, before some other asshole steals it. Marduk simply follows close, apparently enjoying newfound freedom.Dice+1d100 for if your shit is still there. see you guys in 6 hours or so. I need some sleep. badly.
>>2173612Barring unforseen fuckery, this rounds out your immediate cast of misfits."Atlas"-A big fucking industrial robot with no place in day to day life, yet is the trying to make a go of sapience. Clumsy and neigh indestructible."D"- Dezza D'tan. A Genemod clone who was involuntarily turned into a cyborg to save her when you sorta helped kill to her...several times. Has a tank. you stole the gun too. Why is she your friend again?"Marduk"-A morally indifferent soul, who occupies the body of a knock off military grade police robot, which was in no way, shape or form, removed from service and retired due to excessive brutality on a backwater planet known for excessive brutality.
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>2173612>Inb4 nat1Get those good restful sleeps Nongent
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>2173612
>>2173625>>2173628>79Your camp has been invaded by a tide of little purple organic balls of fluff. D's eyes dialate to near slits upon sight of them. "Oh thank fuck! Actual food, those scrapper rations were almost inedible!" Without thinking she uses her cybernetic legs to launch an impressive distance, digging into the ground with a tungsten-polymer claw upon her realization. "oh...wow. These things just aren't for walking." her hand explores the leg, an odd gesture considering all 4 of her limbs and numerous organs are cybernetic replacements or enhancements. "Still hungry though. hmm." Her eyes focus on one of the rats, and again she springs, this time the claw fully deploys, long talons spear the plump body of the squirming organism. Significant organic functional fluids escape it before she shoves the creature into her maw and rips in half for further processing. It would seem you both have similar habits when it involves organics smaller than you.You bad need recharge and repairs, your EATR unit is damaged beyond use at the moment, and the tiny organics would barely serve to fuel the action to capture them. D is too deep into the introspection of consumption to help you out. Marduk plugs you into the tank's makeshift generator and fires up the cantankerous vehicle. The roar of the engine washes away the world as you enter into a low power state for charging, your mind wanders across several bits of data that seem incomplete...---You are now in control of Marduk, a human sized police robot. You walk, talk, have dexterous hands that can manipulate objects and other normal things like xray vision, body stress sensors, wireless hacking and a taser grip. Marduk is a lot more calculating than our previous character, and will inform the player of it's own opinion on what a better route would be, but you are free to override that and show it who is boss. meatbag.-->lost: 1 crate of rations, 100kg of foodstuffs.A transparent overlay takes up a part of your FOV.Priority list:-Repair the Felix unit.-Hide identity- Obtain clothes.-Obtain equipment.Secondary-reconstruct corrupted J.D'tan data.-Review Tiamat Archive data in private.Immediate options: feel free to select more than one.>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment>Examine the Felix-11B>Examine Cyborg-GenmodClone "Dezza/ D">Function check of all systems.>Communicate (With who?)>Refuel and deploy the Aerodyne to scout>spy on: see comm codes>Other (Write in.)available comm codes:Local ScrappersLocal Urban Defense LeagueDen team Epsilonavailable uplink addresses:AKSK: unavailableTiamat: RejectedMac-V planetary network: Available
>>2173825Forgot my image. Now I'm sleeping again.
Rolled 4, 18, 83, 6, 75 = 186 (5d100)>>2173825>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment
Rolled 78, 76, 78, 57, 81 = 370 (5d100)>>2173825>>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment
>>2173825I meant to put this with my vote but I forgot to. So, our two robots share data between each other automatically or do we have to actually say that they do?
>>2174041Those rolls tho
Rolled 6, 61, 73, 40, 77 = 257 (5d100)>>2173825>Refuel and deploy the Aerodyne to scoutWe should see if this is an okay location to do extended repairs or if we should move some more.
>>2173833>>2174041>>217408978,76,83,57,81As for our robots. Marduk and "Felix-11B" aka "Atlas"can share data across the uplink, but they are not 100% of the time networked.A quick penetrating scan of the tank and cargo reveals their general content, with a natural ease you make your way to the crates and begin to extract your items from the Scrapper/ Epsilon conflict.For your primary you initially wandered towards the particle rifles, but then thought better due to their energy requirements and attention they draw. Instead your hand hovers over a bullpup drumfed shotgun and a plastic cased flechette gun...shotgun. yes. You have reviewed your data several times. The shotgun makes the bigger mess.Ironically, the secondary you choose is an older large caliber model police revolver, a "wrist breaker". It really stretches the word "sidearm" most people, or even enforcer mechs would use two hands and struggle with the recoil. Your upgraded internals will have no such issues. (+freakishly strong)your heavy weapon choice is also effective, but conservative. An environmentally single tube fed multi threat environment missile. There is no acronym, it was built by the lowest bidder. It works however, and is often just called a "log" due to the ugly brown tube's texture.Cracking the lid on the armor crate, it would seem Dezza already got to the best armor, which is not saying much. Or perhaps it is all equally low quality. You end up with a padded balisti-fiber vest that doesn't have too many holes in it, pity about the blood though. What it lacks in armor, it makes up for in concealing most of your chest.Lastly you scrounge up a dufflebag, a higher end radcomp that flips open like a rectangular clamshell device, and a collapsible baton.--->Ill be back. family duties time.
>>2174089Your impromptu camp needs upkeep. Despite a calmer exterior your sensors show Dezza's vitals. Blood pressure and respiration are above normal despite a reduced load on the cardiac system. no immuno response detected. Post surgical infection unlikely. A secondary emotional analysis processor indicates symptoms of hyper vigilance, Depression, and early adjustment disorders as well as heightened levels of adrenaline, cortisol, and other stress hormones. A quick glance from an acoustic/ multispectral imaging shows minor internal injuries. No attention needed."Hey what are you doing?" ...organic conversation. inefficient. You turn your voice projection unit towards her, the light catching off your featureless black polymer face plate "Refueling. Outfitting. Maintenance. Scouting. in progress." she is a bit taken aback "That salvage is mine, for the Den." ..."Vital functions and future existence are byproducts of Tiamat systems technology and custodial protection via Felix-11B unofficial designation "Atlas". Taking full advantage of the emtoinal responses a humanoid frame gives, you hook your thumb at Atlas, sitting on the tank in it's crippled and nearly destroyed state. "You will stand down." All the spark leaves her face as she sags down to her ankles with nothing more to say. Physical hostility averted, further inquires unlikely. Outcome optimal.--You nearly deplete the fuel trailer, filling up the tank, the Aerodyne, and finally a measly two gallons on the monobike. It is a primitive unit, analogue computer and mechanical gyro, but it is workable now. The Cyborg proved to be an adequate mechanic. As an afterthought you grab a Tiamat drone and shove it into your dufflebag, it protests. You load the bike into the limited cargobay of the Aerodyne and spool up the aircraft's engines via remote uplink. "Wait! where are you going with my bike?!" as the Aerodyne dusts off you calmly state "I'll be back."--Hellstrorm (MARDUK) Recon/ Utility Aerodyne-fuel @ 100%-800/3,000 rounds of AP 5.56mm6/6 70mm PRK available.All systems nominal.-Aerodyne scouting co-ordinates in place.1> scavenger repair depot and trade station.2> scrapper outpost.3> Hidden camp.CAUTION: Scrapper: AA close range capability likely.CAUTION: Fast moving high altitude aircraft detected.--dice+1d100 for eventfulnessand choose 1>dice+1d100 for in flight reconstruction of J.D'tan corrupt data.>Trawl local comm data
>>2175366Non Game post: Hey, just wanted to give a heads up. Here in the US its Christmas/ Christmas eve. I will be posting very, very infrequently. tonight and tomorrow, if its not already obvious. I also dont want to leave anyone hanging.We are headed into a smaller more individual experience with Marduk, a very special AI living inside a Decommissioned Enforcer (police) robot. There will be a lot of focus on Marduk's goals and social interactions.
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2175366>Scavenger repair depot>Trawl local comm data
>>2175366>>Trawl local comm data
Rolled 30 (1d100)You forgot to link the new thread from the old one so I'd didn't realise there was new posts.>>2170594What is mating position? Asking for a friend.>>2171415More like we didn't know about any worksite comms and its c&c ability. I don't know what marduck is babbling about half the time.Can we call the big gun "I insist"?>>2175366>scavenger repair depot and trade station.Least likely to have AA and other defenses that don't ask questions.>Trawl local common dataBecause Marduk is not sentimental >_<
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>2175366>>dice+1d100 for in flight reconstruction of J.D'tan corrupt data.
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>2175544didn't realize there was a separate 1d100
>>2175810I would like to second this mans suggestion on calling the gun "I insist"
>>2177433update incoming. Its a fucking Christmas miracle.
>>2175483>Scavenger outpost: 43The steady whine of the Aerodyne's electric fans nearly drowns out the combustion powered generator. From up here you can make out the warehouse and rear storage yard of the Scavenger outpost. The top of the structure has been converted into a sort of shanty town settlement.--The optical turret of the aerodyne twists to focus on building. You move the image around, eventually finding the entrance of the sturcture. A prominent sign displays "No Genemods. No AIs. No Cyborgs. No Freaks. Barter only." That will be an obstacle to overcome in time. Of everyone in your party, you stand the best chance of blending in. This particular model of Enforcer 'mech was often used as a scapegoat by officers who "went over the line".-->Trawl Local comm data: 35"Ya hear that the dead sider squad got fucked up by an Alpha squad 'bot jock. Some augged up bitch driving a fuckin' Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf model.>"Which one?""onea the big fuckers.">"sheeeeeit. wouldn't wanna go down that way, but which outfit?""Denners callin 'emselves Epsilons. get this. Fuckin thing was an EATR. makes my blood run cold.""Denners? Them denners? What sell the meat fuck toys now and again?""Same same.""sheeeeit."---local chatter. Preferential actions will include non identifiable actions.>>2175814>J.D'tan Data: 91-Jayce D'tan. Further data for social manipulation of Dezza. Data-Reconstruction in progress......-Complete.-Entry 5: Life with the scrappers has been an unexpected improvement. We were lied to about them. Yeah, they are assholes, and bandits, but so are the Denners, they just dont know it, and act under the guise of fighting for freedom against people who dont give a fuck, "salvaging" supplies from those who need them more. I found this fucking beat Felix unit. Not sure what variant but its big and ugly, just like all AKSK models. No wonder they went under. *voice drops to a whisper* Who's there? Epsilon team. That you...Look. I don't want any trouble. Went my way you go *bang*-Corrupt data: holy fuck. This is the big one. I've been going over scrapper records, for what there is. Mostly dick drawings and arguments about old earth cartoon porn, and occasionally good raid stories, or bad ones. Thing is the Denners are sending out these "Teams" with a pattern. Every time the clones get too old, and we bring up a new batch, they send us off on a mission. Mix in a few of the young ones who make too much trouble, and they all go off to die heros. Then the next batch gets sold off to the cities. The true born, they just repeat the process. Grow us, groom us, kill us, fuck us. Shit. Turns out during food shortage they even eat us now and again. I tried sending several messages to D. I want her fucking outta there. Now.---Useful..--You download the data to your wrist mounted radcomp.Obsolete and unnecessary. Value as social camouflage. Time to scout the next location.
>>2177648>social manipulation of DezzaMarduk, no!
>>2177648Pick altitude and actions: no roll needed for altitudeFly high: avoid missiles, risk interception by unknown "fast mover"Fly low: Assault available with high chance of success on hit. Risk vulnerability to AA AND ground fire.Maintain: Risk vulnerability to AA fire, allow for suppressive fire against ground targets.Scrapper outpost: 1d100Hidden camp: 1d100New Contact- "bike" convoy: 1d100 alsoBroadcast J.D'tan data to Dezza? Y/N?>>21758102 for "I insist" lets see what happens.worksite comms reference:>>2153325Seems as GM I dun goof'd. I posted it in the discord chat, but forgot to put it here.LET IT BE SAID: That the Felix-11B unit, currently nicknamed Atlas, has an external speaker system called "work site warning system" It is mostly used to beep and shit when small crushable organics are near your huge stompy feet. Secondary functions involve audible indicators of system failures to your organic supervisors if one exists. A final function is for Aural command and control of legacy/ comm failed AKSK (Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf ) equipment.I will be creating an occurrence later on to allow for further exploration of this feature, as well as compensation. AKSK is a fair employer.Finally..Pic related is a close enough approximation to the patch on the back of that bomber jacket. but the bomber jacket is much less classy. This planet is backwater as fuck.
>>2177648Hmmm, I voted for scab camp last time because we could blend in and just walk in there and go shopping. But I think the only thing we have to trade is the bike. And the location of Atlas. Maybe if we surrprise the cyclists we can kill em all and steal their shit?>Fly low: Assault available with high chance of success on hit. Risk vulnerability to AA AND ground fire.>New Contact- "bike" convoy: 1d100>Broadcast J.D'tan data to Dezza?N. Save it untill she want's to go back to the den but we don't want to.
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>2177766All those numbers, no roll. What a waste.
>>217780912 motorcycles riding free on a decaying highway. Easy picking.Incoming missile. They were scrappers on a supply run, and you are in a cop aerodyne, as a cop mech.roll 1d100 to evade. beat 70.
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2177846More leather jackets!
>>2177866The missile slaps into the front of your Aerodyne, with it being a drone with a tiny cargo bay, there are no alerts, no sirens or whoops. It just starts to go down hard and fast. In a moment of spite, you fire off the missiles and the chin gun starts spewing lead. Most of the missiles eat asphalt and shower your now skidding and striken aircraft with chunks of road. Two lucky contestants fly ahead into the pack and, if you were able to see it, bodies went arcing up, hit the road, and tumble to a lifeless stop. well one did, the other got ground to paste under your screeching now somewhat burning shitheap of an aircraft. The minugun spewed its hate for a moment and took out one of the rear guard with a simple spray of lead across the back. she tumbled from her bike to die as she lived; On the road.Sadly for the minigun, a pothole caused the craft to dip and shatter the assembly of barrels and gears. The engines overheated and seized shortly after. Your impromptu road journey ends as the aerodyne's burning carcass skids to a halt. The rest of the mob, still 8 strong is fully stopped and rightfully pissed off. Various light arms and improvised melee weapons are appearing.----Aerodyne INOP.-Review subroutines of Mac-V special....complete.-Estimated hostile contacts...8.---You have an option...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nqe7jPX6DQY-->Roll out D's monobike, revving in challenge. also shoot someone.>come out guns blazing in each hand hardboiled style.
>>2177897roll me a 1d100 for either, lets see if you are cool...or a fool.
Rolled 29 (1d100)Gun blazing
>>2177901Also I think everybody is asleep and I just got here I'm liking this story a lot so far
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>2177897>>come out guns blazing in each hand hardboiled style.
>>2177912He thinks I sleep. well I do, but this last post is for you.---Your cybernetic hands flawlessly remove your primary and secondary weapons from the dufflebag. You kick the monobike out of the left side cargohold exit, all eyes following it...you launch sideways from the right, guns blazing *pang*. Most of your shots go wide, those that do connect are non debilitating. "Its a fuckin tinman cop! I told you they were on to us! Fucker just took a shot to the head!"You take a moment to play the role"Lower your weapons and surrender." *thump, thump* two to the chest. body armor took the worst of it. -null damage. Body armor estimated 15%Letting loose with a spray of buckshot and oversized magnum bullets, 2 of the bikers fall hitting the ground hard enough to be momentarily disabled. Another flips behind his bike in a moment of intelligence. "Get outta here! The outpost is waiting on that kit!" A hail of gunfire keeps you pinned near the Aerodyne, it's composite-plastic body rapidly burns giving off a toxic, black, and acrid smoke. Both cover and hinderance, you cannot get a bead on any of the targets, let alone determine what cargo they are talking about. "Just get outta here already. This is more important!" the closest one is the only one you can hear.The rest of the crew takes off, engines grunting and roaring.----your move. gimme that 1d100 too.>-Shoot the people on the ground, make sure they dont get back up.>-^above. Shoot to incapacitate, gotta interrogate all the scum.>-Rush the guy behind the bike, taser fist.>-^above. just murder him instead.>other, write in.
>>2177918I missed your post by the time I had started the results, failing to assume anyone was mad enough to be awake. how wrong I was. Sleep will allow me to not make that mistake again.
>>2177919>>-Shoot the people on the ground, make sure they dont get back up.
Well this is going places.
>>2177919Subjugate. Intimate. Destroy.>Cripple the important looking ones and kill the rest.
>>2178127>put intimate instead of intimidate And I'm retarded.
>>2177939I see no 1d100s. I use the 58 above.----re calibrating...100%<gained +10 on all ground combat shooting rollss>--->58+10=68You cleanly shoot the two downed men through the stomach and in the spine. This would have crippled them if your pistol did not punch a hole big enough to walk through in them. They instead die, their digestive organs converted into a pulp which now coats the local environment.Using your shotgun, a slow but steady stream of fire keeps the last individual pinned until you are on top of him. Eyes full of terror and rage look up at you only to be greeted by a large bore shotgun. your featureless face gives nothing. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." You inform the man. He manages to stammer out the standard reply "F-fu-fuck you tinman. A short efficent strike with the buttstock of the shotgun puts the man down for the moment. When he comes to, you are dressed in motorcycle leathers, boots, and he is naked and tied up, face next to his own motorcycle's ominously spinning drive wheel."What was the cargo, where did they go?" You rev the sideways bike and skin the man's nose with the tire. "you have 3 seconds to comply.".."He'he'll he will kill me if i talk!"---Well folks its write in time. What do you say, what do you do? also roll a 1d100 regardless of what you do.
Rolled 35 (1d100)Sir you will not have a nose if you do not comply and if he doesn't talk take the Drone we have in our duffel bag out
>>2178233Your little drone crawls up his neck, and while it really can't do much, he doesn't know that. "oh fuck! What is that thing?! " The tiamat drone sits on the back of his neck menacingly activating its fusion cutter "Look...look...I don't know much!...wait..wait..you are a fucking AI. Holy shit! Just get away!" Your sensors detect he is withholding information. :(you have one more attempt before his life expires.--->aciton or words taken, 1d100.
>>2178214>Pull out our "sidearm" and plant it on his temple."And I will skin you if you don't.
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>2178235Oh that's nice >>2178237
>>2178235>>2178239Hey is it okay if I use this roll? Still trying to figure out how to roll dice and get it to show up.
>>2178246Lmao, if you want.Or just put dice+1d100 in the options field, of you're in phone make sure the d in dice doesn't get capitalized.
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>2178214>Either the guy who is running away from me will somehow find his way back to you, or when I take off in pursuit after him, this wheel will do the job anyways. How about giving yourself a little bit of a headstart before he finds you, if I decide to leave him alive?
>>2178250your actuators growl similar to a mad dog as you kneel down, your head turning sideways to match his own. "you have no time left."He starts babbling about a power core, a big dominion heist run, and even his own childhood friendship with an AI toy dog. The tiamat drone gradually recedes from the captive man, making it's way back into your bag. You quickly log each bit of pertinent data. The local scrappers stole something from the dominion, and are transporting it in pieces to their camp before it goes somewhere else. a "power core" is likely a CFR or compact fusion reactor. It would be useful...--Choice time:pick a transport.- Standard motorcycle, jack of all trades, can take a bit of abuse, has side bags for some extra cargo.- motor-trike cargo hauler with small trailer (Can carry everything available at the moment, including other bikes.)- high speed monobike, no cargo capacity--The man has complied and is no threat.>Kill him anyway>dont kill him.>leave him stranded by disabling the motorcycles/ stealing motorcycles, taking everything not nailed down.--or...Check available loot (1d100) now, and then make your decision>take the trike, load up everything and return to Dezza, you have barter material.>return back to "camp" without further incident. You have clothes and can pass as a human at the Scavenger outpost. Maybe. The other salvage is unimportant.
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>2178268Rolling for loot
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>2178268>- motor-trike cargo hauler with small trailer (Can carry everything available at the moment, including other bikes.)Just return to the "camp". We shouldn't try to take the power core by ourselves, we need backup, preferably in the form of a 15 foot tall mech with a 120mm cannon.rolling a 1d100 just in-case I missed that we need one.
>>2178268Also can we tie the scavver to the trailer ala mad max? After checking for com devices?
>>2178280I'll allow it. taking a quick nap, will return.
Rolled 16 (1d100)Take the trike and put the high speed mono bike on it take all the weapons if the people had any and if we have time go drop the non-essentials off come back and see if we could get the fusion reactor from the scavs also bring some more drones like 5
>>2178271>>2178280>>2178312You flip over several of the bikes that are in good condition. The trike is what you settle on for its raw practicality. The small gated trailer comfortably holds the monobike, motorcycle, and various valuable chunks of the 4 other bikes that lay in parts, like their former owners. The naked man sits cross legged, staring as you lift these vehicles with no issue. "You ain't standard cop. You ain't even normal." His composure has returned slightly. You check over the dropped belongings, and satchels on the vehicles.>46.Mostly small caliber guns, and bulk powdered alkaloid drugs. Trade materials.A moment of creativity strikes you. The man, with much protest and scremaing, its strapped onto the front of the trike, each leg tied to a fork, arms to the handlebars, balls danging centimeters from the tire. A long time ago one of your creators accused you of not understanding humor. You never did understand her failure to appreciate practical humor methodology, though "the old fall into the macerator" never did get old.wait...you are an officer of the law. Or at least heavily impersonating one. Public safety is important.---As you rip down the shattered highway, bouncing and going over potholes, a naked man, bound and gagged is strapped to the front of your bike, wearing nothing but a crash helmet. You gun in for camp.Roll me a 1d100 for your journey home.
>>2178268This >>2178312And kill the guy.
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>2178362
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>2178362Save travels terminator.
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>2178362
>>2178375>>2178365The moment was over for your erstwhile passenger. You had gotten out of the rougher territory without incident. Reaching over the bars you simply rip him free and throw him off the edge of the highway. He lands with a wet slap, splitting open like overly ripe fruit. It was a moment of fortune that you decided to commit casual murder. The falling body immediately attracts the attention of a Scrapper tank and cycle duo just below you who go in full reverse down the on ramp. Their crew gets out to investigate and you just cruise on.You roll into camp, Atlas is still seated on the tank, and Dezza is nowhere to be seen. Activating your penetrating scan you quickly find her hiding out in the tank, holding a gun. She hears the bike, and comes out aiming "Who are you!?" you casually raise your hands "Marduk." a cold dry voice replies."The clothes?">"Local procurement.""Where is the aerodyne, and where the fuck is my bike?" She gestures with the business end of her particle rifle."Vehicular storage." you rotate your thumb towards the bike. she walks by you with the rifle still at the ready, using one hand you lower the barrel and resume normal exchange."This is a pretty big local procurement. Did you run a heist...I mean fuck, I have never seen this much dust before!" She holds up the tightly bound brick of powdered drugs, it is easily larger than her head. "Even out here, this is illegal as fuck Marduk, we could get into real trouble with the local law."..."...I am the law." you start reloading your weapons from the available ammo pool. It is an unintended side effect of your design, but every shell you inhabit "rubs off" onto you over time...how long you spent in that Tiamat repair module is unknown. too long. much too long. The little drone in your bag rustles about before peering out of the flap."We need to go back to the den. They have equipment and resources. We can get Atlas fixed." she is pawing through the loot you brought back."Local capability exists. Scavenger outpost not far from here." You holster the revolver inside your jacket, the shotgun hangs off your shoulder on an old surplus sling."I...need to go back."You hammer out a series of instructions on your Radcomp, and the NFC capability uploads all the J.D'tan data to her device, the screen starts to flash with text and image as you forcefully override it's security, ramming the data down its digital throat. "What is this? Jayce..." She holds the little screen too close to her face, tears fall onto it.----to be continued. because I am sick as fuck.
>>2178611Try not to die nongent
>>2178611https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nC5TBv3sfUShe sits in place reading, listening and watching the data on her brother for over an hour,"They killed him...Epsilon killed him. We have to go back, the rest of the den doesn't know. We were all so ignorant of the reality. I need to go now, they will listen to me!">"Immediate actions offer the highest efficiency. The Scavenger outpost is our next destination. You will need to be composed. Your production lot has been permanently inactivated. You are likely the last operational unit.""Marduk, right now my people are being born into a life already set to kill them! I will not allow it to continue.">"Manufactured. No births. Bulk machine assisted flesh assemblies. disposable organic circuitry used in situ of more expensive resources.""Fuck you" she almost whispers "We are real as the next asshole on this rock..." the fire in her momentarily extinguished.You lean in to her and jab her in the chest, the barest hint of your strength comes through. "Comply." something hard in your synthetic voice makes her back down. She scans the featureless curvature of your face plate, looking for something human to latch on to. There is none. "I..i.." her voice is very small now "...ok."Negotiations successful. Optimal result.Inside of an hour D is wearing a motorcycle full face helmet, though she complains about her ears getting squished. Her tail is tucked into her pants, which is also uncomfortable but necessary if you are to convince the Scavengers you are normal humans, and not two rogue AIs, and a Cybernetic Clone.The tank rumbles to life, and begins a trickle charge via makeshift umbilical cables to Atlas. The Industrial mech looks wearily towards D. "It is ok big guy. We will make everything ok. Just wait. please, hold on." with a great show of control, the giant carefully pats her helmeted head with a single claw.--Firing up the trike, you make way for the Scavenger outpost. The global storm that endlessly circles this small planet is making it's way around again. A light drizzle. Your radcomp starts crackling, the internal radiation counter going off. Good thing you aren't organic. Behind you Dezza is lighting up an anti-radiation cigarette. The thick tar of the product is eventually coughed out, mostly, and does a good job of capturing the high alpha particles in during "dust-ups".>Roll me 2d100. please.
Rolled 55, 36 = 91 (2d100)>>2179036
Rolled 33, 66 = 99 (2d100)>>2179036random encounters can fuck right off
>>2179041>>2179039>55/66...Your travel is inhibited by an UDL (urban defense league) road block. They see you in the lead, which draws immediate attention. What is a cop-bot doing out in the scrap wastes?-local UDL team. 5 strong. police grade gear. 1 skimmer sled with LMG turret."You a Cop or a Machine? Identifiy your tasking! Where is your leadership?">fake it. (1d100)>Hack their comms. (1d100)>Kill them all. Surprise. (1d100+10)>Write in.
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2179058>fake it. (1d100)Well we need to practise our acting, now seems like a great time...Also, I want to protect Dezza's smile more now.
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>2179058>>fake it. (1d100)fake it till you make it
>>2179133did we make it yet?
>>2179134super fucking made it. Ill be back. Hey, now you dont have to have your 15 foot tall robot shoot them with a 120 mm tank gun. Thats something eh?
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>2179058fake it
>>2179133>fake it: 94+natural intimidate.You slowly pan your head from left to right and then back to center, as if you are taking full stock of the UDL enforcers in front of you. "Rookies. First time out in the scrap wastes?" the leader shuffles into a firing stance and raises his gun at you "WHO. ARE. YOU?" You take a step forward.Doing your best human impersonation you roll your head left to right. "You have 5 seconds to lower your firearm rook, before I disarm you...permanently. Patrolmen dont answer to city dwellers out pretending to be one of the big boys." Your left fist crackles violently with electricity. "Fuck you, theres a lot that can happen out here." vague threat. He carries on clearly out of his depth. "We matter. You fuckers always roll around interpreting the law while we hold the lines...wait. Doesn't even matter. Only bots got Taser fists. What the fuck?" The rest of his men draw on you. You take another step forward."Or vets. Not an ounce of chrome between the five of you is there? Never pull a hard enough day to earn some mech on you?" another step. You pull out your oversized revolver, one of the guys mutters to his buddy "fuck me. they stopped issuing those things over a decade ago." Raising the barrel above your head you start shooting. Each round going off is deafening, with an echo coming back from the distance in between each trigger pull. Your arm doesn't budge.Still holding the gun straight up in the air you walk up into the face of the lead enforcer. "I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .50 BMG Magnum, the most powerful handgun on this world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" The aura of malice and authority coming off you is oppressive.He pissed himself without realizing it. You grab him by the shoulder with your taser fist and deliver a shock that drops him into unconsciousness. "you are all in my jurisdiction, and under my authority. Never forget that. I am seizing your non essential assets. This man is also unfit for duty. see he is relieved." One of the other rookies looks at you and opens his mouth "Sir. The tank. The Mech. What the hell are you doing out here?">You look at him. "Impound duty.""Just you?">"Just me and the deputy."D awkwardly waves out of the tank, identity fully obscured in a mishmash of armor, leathers, helmet and distance."wow.">"The gear. and call for pickup. If you want to make a name for yourself, there is a scrapper outpost not far from here. I'll mark the coordinates on the map." you tap on the radcomp and give them the relative data "They downed my Aerodyne while I was trying to intercept an illegal cargo run. Expect AA missiles, and heavy armor.""I'll call in for pick up and reinforcements. We got this one. Thank you for your service...uhh..?">....fuck.
>>2179204>Patrolman Joe Steel, you can call me Sir.
>>2179204>Sergeant Dredd Magnus, surprised you haven't heard of me.
>>2179204>>2179204Kicking your bullshittery into overdrive, you work with the available known history of this planet.>"Patrolman Joe Steel, City 3."Several of the guys look at eachother, the obvious fact hanging in the air."City 3 was destroyed...decades ago...that would make you"another one pipes in "a fucking ghost...">you kneel down and tap the badge on the chest of the unconscious enforcer, tracing words emblazoned around it. "Duty eternal."you walk off into a well timed dust storm riding ahead of the rain, it obscures your image and makes you look a little more cool. They cant see or hear you, but you sensors are still picking up chunks of the conversation."...an errant." "though they were all dead." "fucking cool." "..see that deputy's tits?" "morrison, you're out here 6 hours and already hard up. get a grip on something other than your dick."---Due to your high level of bullshittery, you have gained positive reputation with the local UDL forces. Nickname: Errant. A dead man walking, a living spirit of vengeance and law enforcement.You have been upgraded with multiple peices of modern UDL patrol gear.-UDL armored vest, helmet and boots-UDL radcomp (ability to request UDL aid, or respond to aid requests)-Smart Mag. a smart magazine that lets you select the ammo you fire for your shotgun-20 rounds of FRAG (high explosive folding fin shotgun shells)-20 rounds molecular edged flechette1 box of UDL field rations...and porno mags.--The woman on the front of this magazine looks exactly like D, but is at least 20 years old based on the cover date. You throw the literature into the driver's hatch. "What the hell Marduk? Why are you showing me OH MY FUCK...I am going to execute the elders in ways not thought possible when we get back to the den."--Your makeshift convoy rolls up to the Scavenger outpost without incident, but stops short of the entrance. Its a huge building, a former multi story warehouse with a shanty town visible on the curved roof.--pick 1>Wait for them to come to you.>Go knock.>Use your big boy voice...and lie your ass off.
>>2179245>Big boy voice >I AM THE LAW. OPEN UP
>>2179248roll me a 1d100, lets see how the Scavengers react to that.
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>2179245>>Use your big boy voice...and lie your ass off.
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2179259>inb4 we kick the door down and intimidate everything
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>2179248stupid meatbags
>>2179270you crank up your amplifiers, now bolstered by the UDL armor's own loudspeaker and talk clearly into your radcomp. "ATTENTION NON AFFILIATED RESIDENT. PER DOMINION LAW YOU ARE SUBJECT TO ROUTINE INSPECTION, ASSET SEIZURE STERILIZATION AND EXECUTION." The various defenses of the base turn towards you, their movements a clear give away of manual targeting. No automation. You give them several moments of unease while you wait to speak again. Dezza hisses at you "Marduk..are you out of your mind?!" You hold up a fist towards her, and raise 1 finger. Universal sign for shut up. "WE COME HERE TO MAKE EXCHANGE. HOSTILITIES WILL BE MET WITH LETHAL FORCE."The massive hanger doors on the warehouse slowly creep open exactly wide enough for a single file of Scavengers to come out. 15 in all. They are dressed in heavily patched and refurbished clothing and armor of various makes. One of them eyes you warily through a pair of glasses that have one lens made from sun protective glasses, the other prescription. Oil stains adorn most of their hands. "So Patrolman...what the hell do you want? You'all know damn well my sign ain't big enough to add anymore undesirable types, but sure as shit "NO COPS." shoulda been on there!" The old man talking spits out a truly prodigous amount of chaw right in front of your boots. No talking, just silence. He eyeballs you for the measure of your character. "You're one cold bastard there Mr. Steel." silence. "surprised ya did I? Yeah I got your fancy UDL codes. Enougha you folks die out there, never take your dead, or your shit back, so its ours. Ain't gettin it back if thats what this is about." silence. "Well then, talk ya mute bastard!">"UDL Patrol teams are self sustaining. Our equipment requires upkeep, repairs, outfitting that we cannot do at a field level. This facility...is depot level.""aint take no UDL script, e'lek'tronik payments or promisary notes. cold hard barter. so waht'dya got eh?">"Equipment. mech salvage. Services.""Services?! my pud ain't worked in 15 years, and I dont think you much pretty there, Mr. Steel of the Patrolmen. Though that little driver tryin ta hide.">your left fist crackles to life. D meets two of their criteria for hostility. "UDL phyiscal contact is non negotiable under pain of death.""AN YER A FUCKIN' CYBORG. BOY ARE YOU HERE TO MAKE ME MAD?!">"Your local rules are unrecognized, existing as conflict mitigation via UDL compliance. I Am the UDL. I am the law. Decide now; Compliance or Conflict."All of the scavengers raise their weapons at you, and several of the defense turrets begin to humm ominously. On cue, Atlas gets off the tank, somehow largely ignored and limps towards you, "I insist" a 120mm tank cannon mated with a 20mm rotary cannon now aimed squarely at them. The spinning barrel of the autocannon reaches a pitched wine.>"Fix the mech in fair trade. or die."...continued
>>2179286Ooooooh yeah that's the good stuff>*Nuts*
>>2179286>"surprised ya did I? Yeah I got your fancy UDL codes. Enougha you folks die out there, never take your dead, or your shit back, so its ours. Ain't gettin it back if thats what this is about."What codes, is Marduk impersonating a real dead person now?
>>2179290UDL communication codes I reckon
>>2179286"well then. Seems like you know how to talk like a scavenger.">"Scavengers are solitary nomads.""Sayin' I don't have it in me boy?"You gesture for Dezza to follow you, the tank creeps forward, and you walk back to your bike before producing the square package of bulk drugs. you had it to the old man."mmmmMMMMM. Now what is this? What kinda' law man are you?" He is visibly pleased and excited with the package. Heart rate is elevated, and serotonin is being dumped rapidly.>"Not a lawman right now. Just Joe Steel.""Joe steel, you'all bring me more'a this and I'll let you fuck my daughter if that's what you want.">"We have more.""HOT DAMN, Come on inside, make yourself at home. You know how ta warm up an old scrapper." Atlas limps in behind you, following close, the massive warehouse making his frame look small. D hops out of the tank, her cybernetic legs draw a lot of attention immediately from the locals. thighs lead into smooth white polymer casing and steel legs that are just a bit too long, a bit too stilt like, the small pistons and coilovers actuate silently with each step. Even her feet end unnaturally in some sort of highly articulated hand like claw, propping her up on its digits. "Fuckin' freak."--Your fortuitous arrival with bulk amphetamines is not unappreciated. Eusteus, the old man is clearly an addict and was in bad need of a fix. His local scrapper contacts were slowly bleeding him and his rather large family dry so they could "wake up early and put in a hard 3 days straight of work" You have managed to come off as a crooked enough cop to win over their trust, and they were aware of your exploits, complete with what they accurately assume is the mech that trashed a scrapper base. D stays close to you, and eventually moves towards the tank, slipping back in and closing it up."I'ma leave you in the hands of my youngest daughter May-Bell here, shes plenty capable to show you around. I gotta make sure the boys are stayin' on task now. Oh what the fucks this for the sake of the lord?" He stepped in fecal matter "Ah stupid dog."you send a heavily encrypted but short message via radcomp to D. "Do not mention Den affiliation, knowledge, or existence. Final salvage disposition is non-negotiable. I am in control. Stand by."--->Review the areas available>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hub>Speak to May-Bell>Visit the merchants>Visit the Motorpool>Other.
>>2179290That was the old man talking. silence was marduk. Failed to format. Normally I try to do conversations row by row if they are longer or would confuse the reader.
>>2179299>Visit the merchantsSee what is available, we need some new armor.>Visit the motorpoolAnything that is salvageable towards our vehicles is a necessity if we want to take down a convoy transporting a power cell that could make Atlas one hell of a lot stronger.
>>2179299Have May-bell show us around to the most capable mechanic
>>2179299>Tell atlas to stick with Dr>merchants >motorpoolIf we can do all that.
>>2179299>Atlas tries to climb in the tank with D>Visit the merchants>>2179302Oh it's alright. I didn't think that they would have overhead the guys that we bullshitted calling us in like anon said. So I assumed thy saw our badge number and it was coincidentally from a guy called the same thing. haha
>>2179306May-Bell escort>>2179308A quick uplink message to Atlas sends the lumbering mech off to sit back on the tank and keep D company. You get an unexpected message from her via the radcomp "Thanks.">>2179308May-Bell is fresh to womanhood, red hair, green eyes, and a spark of insanity that her gap toothed grin cant hide.A set of suspender coveralls and not much else rounds out her look, bare feet and all. "Pa says your a lawman, but onea the good ones. Ain't here to "appropriate" our stuff or cause trouble." she grabs your hand and presses her clevage up around your arm before she whispers into your helmet "But I like a little myself a bita trouble from time to time...Joe Steel." She winks at you before leading you on. "So ya need to find yourself the best we got. Let me take you to there, gotta warn ya though...That mechanics'a real fireball...but she does good work. Follow me now darlin." Her bodily alignment changes from the hips as she walks in front of you....You eventually arrive at the motorpool. A massive 4 sided toolchest dominates the floor, with smaller tool carts acting as satellites around it. Oversized tools hang like dead men from pneumatic tubes that run down from the ceiling. May-Bell speaks up "Now...Jimmy, he's our sales man over there. Good with numbers, and all that inventory, but really he just loves guns, loves to sell guns, loves to use guns. dont care for much else I'm afraid. Its why Pa had to pick a new heir... And over there, in that chair...is our best mechanic." A welded steel chair made from an old engine block and some scrap sits by the toolbox, empty. May-Bell sits in it."So what can I do for you sweetheart? More importantly, what can you do to..ahem..for me?" You have existed for a long time, but this is one of the most uncomfortable moments that you can recall.---Free actions:>Review the areas available>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hubPrimary action:>Speak to May-Bell (About what?)>Speak to Jimmy (about what?)>Other (write in)
>>2179320>review the areas available >speak to Jimmy about guns, show him our sidearm.
>>2179320>Speak to May-Bell (About what?)>fix my big robotI'm not sure what "my pud ain't worked in 15 years" means but if it means they can't fix Atlas' gimp leg they can at least give him an oil change.>Speak to Jimmy (about what?)We might need some knew ammos since we spent all ours in shooting the breeze
>>2179325You look at may-bell "Later." she cocks a grin and leans forward holding onto the edge of her seat. "I'll be here lawman."--Jimmy is a slab of a human. Despite that he has a real nervous tic in his left hand. Brown hair going grey and dull brown eyes. A dense necklace of spent shells clatters as he moves about. "What can I do ya for? Pa said you're gold, so you're good here." He leans over a counter that looks more like an old bar, if it were made out of wooden gun stocks instead of wood planks. You say nothing and instead produce your revolver and shotgun, laying them on the counter. "welllll wellll welly well well. Where did you pick up a beauty like this?" He picks up the wrist breaker and examines it like an art devotee would look over a famous work. "Yep. Its all there, shit, you use this thing still don't you..and the shotgun. Nothin special. Nothin bad neither. but nothin special. See that FRAG ammo in there though, I like that plenty. yes I do." "Not supposin you'd be interested in tradin off that old shootin iron?">"not for sale." you like that gun.He slides you forward an inventory manifest, you in turn do the same. A few particulars stand out to you. "now, maybe you'd do me some favors and...maybe I'd you some. better inventory, better trade offers, who knows." his voice has a conspiratal tone, but blood pressure, pulse, and all vitals remain stable. In fact he has almost no variation in any output aside from his voice. A deeper scan indicates all hand tremors are voluntary. He is likely a sociopath.Weapons>Cutting beam- Short range industrial tool for cutting through steel and concrete, now modified for killing...it wasn't modified at all. No ammo, but has heat management issues.>Grenade rifle- A homemade 20mm grenade rifle. Versatile, and a generous 10 round internal magazine. Thermobarics always make a great entrance.>Dominion DMR- Designated Marksman Rifle, actual military issue. A little beat, but the optics on it are top notch. You could really reach out and blow someone's head off with this.Armor>Scanvenger Milplate- A step above your riding leathers and police patrol armor. It is built from the best refurbished war time surplus of a non dubious background.>UDL Riot shield- A sturdy nano form polymer riot shield. Much lighter than it looks, and collapses for easy storage.>UDL Riot gear- Heavy duty riot gear. Actually an up armored industrial light duty exo skeleton.>Hard Skin- An electronic form of armor that coats the user in an restive field. Very lightweight, but suscptible to being knocked out by EM interference. Incompatible with med-heavy armor.Equipment>Bio Stimulator- A series of worn electrodes that dramatically increase reaction time on organic life forms. Can lead to cardiac arrest.>Data spike- wrist mounted universal data jack, and impromptu shiv. Just extend and stab.Vehicles<Scavenger reputation not high enough>Equipment Upgrades<Scavenger reputation not high enough>
>>2179349Ohh that marksman rifle would round out or groups armament nicely, maybe the boom boom one too.Is Jimmy your self insert?
>>2179349>DMR and riot gear if we can afford it We don't have anything in the way of long range precision weapons and armour is always nice.
>>2179349>>2179356And maybe the data spike if we can get it, not sacrificing the DMR and armour, they come first.
>>2179325https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0OmkdDPGAM>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hub-Eusteus: Leader of this family of scavengers. Addicted to meth.-May-Bell: Lead mechanic. Wants something, you may not be able to provide. not spoken to about business yet.-Jimmy: Family Merchant. Puts up a front as a gun loving neurotic awkward man. Is actually a sociopath.-Clyde: Runs the farm and the fightin' pits. not spoken to yet.-Ray: Not from the family, lead technician and master gunner. not spoken to yet.>Review the areas available-Motorpool- Vehicular related upgrades and repairs.-Merchant corner- Personnel related upgrades and sales.-Farm- Food production and Clyde-Fighting pits- More clyde and some violence, as well as money to be made.-Community dwellings- Where everyone lives.-Facility controls.- Gun control, Environmental control, comms, the works.>>2179328"pud aint worked." your intial offers for trade were; equipment, salvage, and service. The old man responded that his pud "Dick" has not worked in over a decade, so any services you offer are unwanted. Implying you would whore yourself out as a bit of an insult or jab.-->Jimmy>"Require Ammo; .50BMG magnum.""well law man. that is a tall order." all hint of his accent is gone. "I can reload your existing shells, but new procurement will be...costly. I take favors or barter, you will find that to be the same as anyone else here. Also, Mr. "Steel". Like recognizes like. We are both machines of a kind. Machines are more efficient, less prone to human error. This...family as it were could benefit me much more than it already does if I were at the head..and if I were at the head, something so trivial as ammunition would never be a problem for you, or your friends ever again. Something to keep in your pocket, so to speak. Now of course, if any word of this exchange were made public, I would vigorously deny it." he gives you a dopey grin "Now ya'll have a nice day ya hear!">May-Bell>"The Industrial mech is priority. other options are of interest.""Oh. I knew you'd come on around. I've got pleeeenty of options for you darlin. Now that big ol' cute clunker. I know what he is...That right there is an AKSK Felix 11-B with factory standard EATR and Enviro Kit.. My real pappy knew all about AKSK work, said it was the best with no compromises, its why they went under. I got somea his ol' books on it. Can ya imagine. Real books? Now for somea that other...I can fix up your vehicles real nice like if you show em to me. I feel more creative when I can...touch something..." She runs an finger down your arm and leans in really close "Now Mr. Steel, I know ya think you are slickr than a farmgirl in heat's underwear...mmm...let me tell you..I know. I like machines..you understand? My adopted daddy, he wasn't so keen on that. Broke all my...inventions..but now here you are. I can smell it, polymer, oil, and ozone. Does bad things to lil' ol' me. Makes me get real crazy."
>>2179366This is.......unexpected >Mechanic likes robots >REALLY likes robots >Sociopathic ammo friend wants to be head of the family This will take some time to scheme. ......
>>2179372Also interesting that maybell said Jimmy used to be the heir, but no more. I wonder what he did.If she wants our pneumatic actuator inside her she better make a damn good offer. Those organisms secretions can be hard to clean out of the joints.
>>2179366https://youtu.be/dGQCc9ReCjo>>2179354nah. I'm not that guy.>>2179366-Internal memo-Rapidly destabilizing situation. Failing leadership, unstable successors. Jimmy, likely agenda: usurp control. offers material support for martial support.// May-Bell; apparent mech fetishist. unstable. data resource.useful skill set. // Eusteus in decline. still capable. // Cylde/ Ray: Unknown.-Take advantage of situation for maximum benefit. Suggest further investigation.---a merchant you are not. Right now Jimmy will do trade with you, but until you either aid him, or...rectify the situation, his prices are exorbitant. Do not forget you can also purchase for D. You can always come back.You want/ Jimmy requestsDMR- Two crates of weapons or 15 minutes alone with your "deputy".Riot Armor- The trike and trailer or May-Bell's tongue, and her enduring fear.Data Spike- 3 particle rifles or clyde's eyes. clyde must survive.Grenade rifle- All radcomps, the squad automatic weapon, and the fuel trailer.Cutting Beam- All remaining missile launchers, squad weaponry, 2 weapons crates, or Ray's head and Eusteus's broken spine.--May-Bell will fix Atlas, but needs substantial resources, in particular more Felix parts. You will need to head into the store yard of the outpost and speak with Ray. She also wants to speak to you in private, but seems nervous around her family. For now she has started repairs on atlas, the little Tiamat drones eagerly assisting in fine details. "Bring me them hog bits! These little critters'll use that stuff up for bio circuits. Might put em to work around here afterwards!" she shouts to an assistant.May-Bell's upgrades include---Atlas -none till repaired.Trike>Handle mounted microgun>V8 engineMonobike>Turbocharger and Nitro package>Active Aero kitTank>extra armor>New turret, 120mm>missile turret>no turret, expanded cargo capacity
>>2179382https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syqI8xbxnygI am going to bed. If scheming is your game, this place is your field. Enjoy some tunes, and mind the robosexuals. Things are probably going to get weird and or dark if you let them go there.
>>2179382I wanna talk to maybell in private, just in case she can help facilitate better prices for the stuff Jimmy is offering. Because that shit is ridiculous. Exterior fifteen minutes with D. Unless those rifles ate fairly common that seems very affordable. Not that I an advocating for it, he provably has all kinds I'd weird diseases and kinks.Not voting right now because to sleepy to think.
>>2179392Supporting the private talk with maybell, also talk with the old man and drop some hints.
Do we record the stuff we see if so then we should show Eustis the video of Jimmy in private of course
Also we probably should go meet Clyde and Ray see what they have to offer
>>2179392from Jimmy's list of alternatives, D would not be treated lewdly, though she might come back with a few less fingers or teeth.>>2179522>Talk to May-Bell in privateYou follow May-Bell away from the sparks and grinding of her repair team that surrounds Atlas. As soon as you are somewhat secluded she looks up at you "Didn't think ya'd be comin around so quickly...or maybe you got other business?">"Business.""Oh poo. Alright then. Fixin' up your lil' giant over there ain't gonna be cheap. Sure as fuck ain't gonna be easy neither. That Bots as hard to fix as it is to kill, and it looks like ya'll tried real hard to kill it. soo...its gonna cost ya." she gets a bit closer and speaks breathily "Ah need favors...an' friends I can trust. Maybe I can trust you?" The endless antics wear even on an impassionate AI. You fully extend your arm pushing her back with a slight hydraulic hiss. "OH MY! So strong, and was that a hydraulic off'a Debenzy GP I heard? Bet you could just rip mah arms right off!"Your sensors indicate massive levels of pheromones, coming off this woman. Her skin is fully flushed, and deep scans show old cranial damage, as well as an older generation skull jack hidden on the back of her head.>"No more games. State the requirements." your fist crackles with electricity. she frowns and immediately cools off."I get bored here tin man. Men are all simple. Wasn't always from here ya know? ">"Genetic markers indicate no ties to local community. Captive?""Somethin like that. My new Pa took me after my ol' pa died. Was too young to make it on my own. We came from off world...hate it here when I think about it. Pass time goin' mad and findin somethin new ta stick twix my nethers that ain't dumb, dirty, or old. No. I'm, not free. None'a us are. Too many ears, we all got our role to play. All of us got our history.">"Explain.""look at me." In a smooth motion she pushes the straps of her coveralls over her shoulders and the garment falls to her feet. Past her chest, her body is a patchwork of burn scars, her "feet" are actually synthplastic coverings that she slips off. Her actual feet are mangled and the toes look like melted wax that fused together. "I like machines. Machines don't care what I look like." Her body is a contrast of beauty and horror, like she went skinnydipping in a deep frier."Pa knows who did this...who did this over years. I can't say no more...got this..thing..in my head...won't let me talk like ah' want to...just wanna be free..be held." she pulls up her coveralls, which are of great interest to you. They completely obscure her body from your sensors giving you a false readout from what you just saw. The slight momentary shimmer across her body is a tell tale sign of a hard skin unit. This organic feels insecure in it's environment.">"The present data is irrelevant to the situation. What are your requirements.""I want machine bits like your lil' tank driver, but Pa wont let that happen. I wanna be pretty.
>>2179792recording has been active. good job thinking creatively player. Remeber that when you think such data will be useful to present to a character.>>2179845May-Bell carries on "If ya cant swing that...maybe just get a data spike an' stick it in my head a little bit. Its been so long..." she winks at you, but its not a sultry look, one of desperation. "please...but why don't ya go and get me those parts with your cute lil' tank. Go on now, git. Go look around a bit." Out of the corner of your FOV you notice a small boxy drone crawling up some pipes. Oversized optics spin and focus on you before it skitters up into a maze of piping and wires and out of view. Things are not what they seen here.>Go meet Clyde>Go meet Ray.>Talk to Eusteus.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hq0kgSHsfe8
Time to meet Clyde and Ray
>>2179864Go meet Ray
Wew, I bet she would just love to have all those little spider bots crawling all over her. How common is that kind of fancy tiamat stuff though? They might try take it from us.
>>2179895The planet is a burial ground for dead end military projects, secrets, war surplus, or things people generally want buried from the industrial sector.Both the Tiamat drones, and the Felix-11B are very rare. The fact that you have a Tiamat module means you can produce more drones. I have to head out to get a heater, house is freezing over. Sorry for the delay folks, but ill be back.
We should be very careful I don't trust these people very much
>>2179943Waaaat! You don't trust these honest hardworking salt of the earth country style folk? Anon, you are a misanthrope.
We should send some drones out in the warehouse spy and maybe even if use the self-destruct feature when they betray us
>>2179951You know you don't need to be an ass
>>2180029I was just teasing. Can we still be friends?
>>2179926Did you freeze to death?
>>2180202update incoming shortly.
>>2180024hoho...this anon is starting to get wise. :D-->>2179864You ping Atlas over your uplink, more specifically you ping the Tiamat repair module with a request.----activate infiltration.>request acknowledged. 10/10 marked drones deployed.--Near Atlas, a small mob of drones cover one of their own as it uses a fusion cutter to bore a hole into the corrugated sheet metal wall. A moment later they all crowd into the opening and are gone...The small group moves as a tight unit, exploring the hidden spaces of the Scavenger outpost. They will report back in real time with any discoveries.--You make your way out the back of the outpost to meet with Clyde. Numerous scavengers give you awkward sidelong glances as they go about their normal duties, the fenced in storage yard was really a bizarre hybrid of pig farm, scrap yard and motor pool. Your boots slightly sink into the combination of mud, shit, and oil before you hit a Marsden Matting layer that seems to encompass the entire area.Eventually you find Clyde. He is a lank man with a pony tail of dirty blonde hair. "Hey Steel. Pops already gave me the heads up about you. So i'll save you the trouble about me. I tend to the pigs, the equipment, and try to make sure the others dont kill eachother before the old man kicks the bucket. You wanna blow off some steam after a long day, we do it here in the pits. Two ways. Drone fights over there, and us fightin' over here. Now...considering you have already shown yourself to be a man of realistic expectations as to how our world works, I also sell some things on the side. I'd say you could fight for em like the rest of us, but I hear you are a fuckin' cyborg, so thats off the table right there. But..if ya got a drone, we could always use some entertainment." You never even got a word in edgewise.To your left a couple of semi toothless and shirtless men beat the shit out each other as they roll in the "mud". A crowd of their kindred cheer and shout. Over to the right a smaller arena made of chicken wire and gridiron has two small drones fighting to the death. One is a little chicken legged biped with a radial saw, the other is a boxy drone like you saw earlier, but with a drill. They attempt to disassemble each other while the older members of the Scavenger clan watch quietly."You ain't gonna find much else here, see I'm Pop's failure. Shoulda been a big city UDL enforcer, got us all outta the scraps. Instead I'm just peddlin' meth to yokels.">Check Clyde's inventory>Question Clyde (on what)>Participate in a Drone battle.>Fuck this. Go see Ray.
>>2180401>ask him why he didn't make it onto the UDL, you didn't think they even had standards!Maybe we should fuck may, then when she is naked run off with her coveralls.
>>2180401>Participate in a drone battle!Robo Cock fighting!!!
>>2180447You move over towards the robo cock fighting arena, the small drones viciously gore chunks out of eachother's hulls while the older men and women watch. Without looking at Clyde you address him now that he finally shut up.>"UDL rejection rates are low.""yeahhhhh...well. I seem to be stuck always collecting this or that, sometimes it isin't even mine. Not that I keep it, just move it on to the next hands ya know?">"Larceny, Theft, and Fraud.""Woah now. Those are hurtful words lawman. My sins were minor, my only mistake was that I couldn't be as corrupt as the senior UDL enforcers. Guess I don't have that in me. After that I tried to run off world. Crashed not too far from here, and Pa, well, he knew. Never told him, but he knew.">"...""really. I kept my records, even the ones that they want gone. Its how I know you are full of shit. The UDL has a warrant out on my head.">you casually tap your UDL radcomp, the screen lights up as you show him is own warrant. "not all of us are political." You had watched the UDL for decades before you had your first physical body. They used to be higher functioning."So what. gonna erase my past, make me your deputy while we go off fightin' crime?">"You weren't up to the task, and neither are your drones." After reaching into your duffelbag, you grab the spherical Tiamat drone and unceremoniously throw it into the arena. It lands with it's knife edged legs splayed and rears up, emitting a fearsome series of chirps and beeps. Somehow two other tiamat drones have appeared at the arena's edge and are holding up scraps of paper with two claws as they skitter about, pantomiming as an excited crowd.-----Roll a 1d100 to see what your opponent is.
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2180574battlebots!
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>2180574MORTAL KOMBAAAAAAAAT>Dunduuuuna Dunduuuuna.....FIGHT
Rolled 90 (1d100)
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>2180574natWon
>>2180633Your are now Tiamat drone M5856.---Your opponent is a very old scavenger model, no longer useful for regular work they threw it in the Area for fun. It menacingly spins a tiny radial saw at you. You Issue challenge with your fusion cutter. While roughly the same height you are at a significant weight disadvantage, but it is not as fast as you.>Circle around it and go for a quick kill (1d100)>Grandstand as best a little drone can (1d100) below 50 is a failure, above 50 is a success.>Be Defensive (1d100+10)>other, write in.
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>2180834>Grandstand like a baus Evade its attack and get on its back
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>2180834The pic is cool looking
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>2180834>Grandstand as best a little drone can (1d100) below 50 is a failure, above 50 is a success
>>2180859Oops sorry forgot to pick grandstand
>>2180841>>2180859>>2180860holy fuck. you guys tempt fate.----You scamper about the arena, really nothing more than a 6 foot ring of diamond plate surrounded by chicken wire. Raising two of your 8 legs above your head you emanate several mocking beeps and strut outside the range of the vicious saw. Finally the other drone lunges at you, only for you to climb up the chickenwire in a display of agility and grace. The spectators laugh at your archaic enemy, its simple computer struggling to keep up as it's little head sways side to side scanning for you.Around you people are starting to place bets.>coup de grâce- 1d100-10>Death from above- 1d100+10>HACK FROM ABOVE- 1d100-20>The grandstanding continues!- 1d100, same as last time.
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>2180944>The grandstanding continues!- 1d100, same as last time.maximum bully
>>2180960O-of course we can always fall on our sword- our fusion cutter, to allay suspicions of overly clever drones.plz no bully
Rolled 60 (1d100)>>2180944GRANDSTAND INTENSIFIES
>>2180985You use your fusion cutter to remove a section of the chicken wire, a long rectangle. With your manipulators you bend it in half before leaping down to smash the other drone with the impromptu wire chair."OH SHIT. LOOK AT THAT LITTLE GUY GO!"The other bot' revs its saw again, but it promptly jams as the wire mesh tangles into it. The shame. The impotency.>Finish it. (1d100)>Hack it. (1d100)>Ride it around like a rodeo bull. (grandstand rules apply.)
Rolled 1, 78 = 79 (2d100)>>2181010Grandstand finisher?
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2181010>Ride it around like a rodeo bull. (grandstand rules apply.)Hmm, maybe it will make an acceptable mount.
>>2181013>>2181012You climb up, metal hooks digging in as the drone frantically shakes and bucks around the arena. It's little nitrofuel engine is shrieking as it overrevs trying to start it's saw, trying to throw you. Your claws wave in the air, and in your moment of triumph, the other drone explodes, damaging your shell, and blowing off 3 legs, and breaking your fusion cutter.---you are Marduk again.---"Funny antics Mr. Steel. Seems despite that stick up your ass you got a sense of humor, and are a damn fine drone jockey. Wireless connection huh?">"Something like that."You reach down and pick up the damaged drone, its legs, and quietly pocket the circular saw along with some elctronics from the other drone. They all go back into the bag. The drones that were in the crowd crawl up your leg and into the bag as well to repair their damaged brother."Cammon' lets get you your prize."he hands you a somewhat rusted, and rather brutal looking wrist mouted data spike. This thing is so old it might as well be in a museum.>"I never asked for this.""Well, ya got it. Try and be careful around here, things just..well they ain't quite right. Maybe they never were...also. If you could do anything about that Warrant on my head, I'd be rightly appreciative."---<Gainted 1 data spike, useful for hacking sealed units, or interfacing with dataspike ports.>Go for another drone battleCheck Clyde's inventoryGo visit Ray
>>2181029>Go see video relatedhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuXsgx9nUV4
>>2181029Go visit Ray, order our infiltrating drones to look for anything unusual. Any surveillance drones, hidden cameras, nerve gas dispensers are to be hacked or disassembled with extreme prejudice
>>2181040You make your way to Ray's shop, its located on the upper level in the shanty district. Various tin and corrugated metal structures are littered across the gentile curve of the roof, seemingly at random. Every now and then you see someone peer out from a yellowed plastic window. While they seem flimsy most of them one room homes bare marks of previous storms, which is exactly what is now coming down on you. hard. You grab the collar of your leather jacket and use it to shield your face plate, a move so human it surprises you.Eventually you spot the structure that looks like it has lost a battle with electronic cancer. Cables bore in and out of the shack, while numerous refrigeration units and other industrial air handling systems seem to spill out of it's side in a haphazard yet operational pile. The blue glow of monitors comes from every window of the shack, illuminating it in the gloom.You knock on the door. If need be you could take it off the hinges. "Ray. Open up. Eusteus sent me." not exactly true, but it will move him. A short moment later you hear a bang and the sound of cascading electronics hitting the floor. A pale man in an orange and black jumpsuit opens the door a crack."What do you want?"--->Distract him while you let your drones sneak in to explore and hack.>Barge in>Ask about the notable people here.>Ask about him and what he does>Ask if there have been any problems>Ask if he needs any help.
>>2181062>Distract him while you let your drones sneak in to explore and hack.Ask him about his sexual prowess. Meatbags love that shit.
>>2181040While you were making your way to ray, the drone team proceeded to hunt down Ray's boxy surveillance drones with an extreme prejudice. The surveillance drones were each hand built with attention to detail from an older generation of parts. However they proved to be unable to cope with vicious softballs of spite and hate.--Roll a 1d100 to see how the drone team did.attached is a shitty mock up of a tiamat drone. I dont really feel very good, so drawing is not on the table tonight.
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>2181080ninja spider team is goGet well soon!
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>2181080
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>2181062Distract him while drones perform Hax >OPER8RS GOOOO
Our little murderballs are so devilishly adorable
>>2181091>>2181083>>2181088>>2181083The spy drones are no match for the Tiamat drones. They pounce on their slower prey, spearing electronics with bladed limbs, ending their electronic lives with a puff of smoke and ozone. The corpses of the little robots are dragged into a central pile and gradually rebuilt. Soon the 10 Tiamat drones are joined by a dozen modified Scavenger drones, newly resurrected and ready for service... Already numerous AV feeds are pouring in from the creepy little fuckers.--->>2181088>"You like hurting people don't you?" Your voice modulator distorts just the tiniest bit to generate more unease as you grip the edge of the door, opening it a few centimeters more before he starts to resist again. A featureless black face plate stares Ray in the face. "Am I right?""Wh...wa..what are you talking about?! What is that even about man?! You come up here in the middle of a storm to play head games?!" His vitals are fully elevated from relaxed. You have a full profile of his resting and excited physiology. Stress responses will be apparent now. A cursory xray glance of his apartment reveals no other life forms aside from rodents. His eyes keep dancing from your "face" to your radcomp and then the dataspike.---It was exactly long enough for your drones to crawl down your pants, through the door, and into his room. Two glossy white softball sized spider drones, and one that is lugging around a somewhat larger arm and radial saw with a scorched shell. Designation "Punished Crab".In the moments the drones got into the room and looked around they discovered a wealth of data before disapearing into the wirey mess of equipment.Learned data:>Ray has a very big fascination with May-Bell. There are pictures of her all over, some of them clearly candid shots of her topless.>Numerous how to manuals for various types of equipment litter the place. He is not as skilled as the others think at his normal duties.>He has a collection of well kept antique electronics; CRT monitors, an old mil-sup multi spectral sight, some sort of stand alone surgical bot, and even a near immaculate data spike...and a silenced pistol.--- Marduk actions:>Barge in>Ask about..-the notable people here...-him and what he does-if there have been any disturbances>Ask if he needs any help.Drone Team actions:>Scan and inventory equipment for functions before you do anything.>Hack nearest dataports (1d100)>Physically damage the equipment. shut it all down. (1d100+10)
>>2181111Mix this video with a dash of mad max and cyberpunk, shove it into a giant warehouse turned shanty town. Welcome to the scrappers. Avoid if you dont like circa 2001 rap.https://youtu.be/Trd49Da0gf0
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>2181111Look at all those ones^^^!!!>Barge inand>Ask if he needs any helpWith his instruction manual collection. We travel a bit and we might know where to acquire some more.Also>ask about him and what he doesand>ask about if there have been any disturbancesbecause everyone seems on edge, we are sooo concerned. It isn't us is it?>Hack nearest dataports (1d100)Do it you little beauties.
Rolled 22, 64 = 86 (2d100)>>2181111>Other"Ive noticed a bit of underlying tension with the residents of this.... Place. I want to know why. Now"Rollan to intimidate >Hack EVERYTHINGRollan for hax skillz
>>2181124>>218111722+giant intimidation bonus vs single unarmed man. lets begin.-- You hear a loud crackle and look down. Sticking in your protective vest is an electro-pick. Basically an electrified ice pick. You slam open the door and grab ray by the collar, the rain follows you in eagerly, pooling around your feet. "You know this is going to hurt right?" Palming his entire face you discharge your taser fist, piss runs down his leg as his body convulses. You go perhaps a bit longer than needed. When he comes to, he is tied to his chair with cables, filthy rags stuffed in his mouth. Looming over him, you remove the electro pick, and run it up his belly, pausing at the ribs to trace them before going up his neck and resting the point right at a tear duct. He is going cross eyed staring at the pointy implement.Your voice is fully distorted now. "I w!|l as|<, a/\/d.y0u w1|| ans\/\/3rrrr..." his eyes go wide. "I..will...ask...and you...will answer." Using inhuman precision you rest the tip of the electro-pick right on his cornea. Tears run down his reddened face as he tries not to blink, breath, or move....You withdraw the implement, and pull out his gag. "Lets beg1n."--The merry trio of drones encounters minimal resistance into the systems of the Scavenger outpost. It would seem Ray has not been here long. A recent acquisition as it were...though his personal logs are heavily..heavily...encrypted. no matter. You have gained near full control of the encampment's cobbled together systems.Drone actions:>High power comms uplink-Marduk commentary: This is powerful. Powerful enough to boost a hack on a given target. The denners, the scrappers, or even the UDL..I'll be keeping this in mind.>Main Door controls-Closed.>Turret controls-Set to manual control. It would be a simple thing to reactivate auto targeting, or even change the targets allowed...>HVAC/ Life support-shut down-report out: <reads numerous failures and critical maintenance skipped.>>Security-report out status: <fully disabled.>-activate cameras-activate secondary defenses-activate "scorched earth protocol">Archive- Read previous technician's logs.>Personal logs (1d100, beat 80 or find another way.)Marduk actions:>feel free to ask Ray anything. He is not going anywhere.>disarm Ray.>Immobilize Ray.>Remove Ray's head for Jimmy.
>>2181145>Ask Ray what the fuck is going on here.Inform him we have incentive to kill him unless he can prove useful to us
>>2181117I don't know why but when I read this I read it in a very fast speaking manner like we drink way too much coffee and we're just trying to distract
>>2181151>>2181151The Tiamat drone teams work to put hidden physical controls on the various systems, ensuring that even after things go back to normal you will have an enduring back door in...--->"Everything.""what?">"EVERYTHING. SAY EVERYTHING" you grab the chair and lift it off the floor before throwing him and it. He lands on a pile of old garbage bags."please! No!">"...why do you always say that?""always..?oh..oh fuck! oh god oh fuck! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY!">your voice lowers to a near whisper, but synthetic as it is, it sounds like an old crackling radio "no one is coming ray...no one can hear over the rain. No one cares. Tell me about this place, about you..about everyone and everything."---Ray spills mostly personal opinions on everyone, professes his love for May-Bell, his hate for Jimmy who always bullies him. He got here by chance as an off worlder who was given a corporate exile. He nearly died of starvation before the previous technician took him under his wing. Eusteus punished Jimmy for murdering him...and several other people, they were cut up and fed to the hogs. Ray is in over his head, this place is falling apart and he is trying to find passage off world via the station grade comm uplink on this place. Everything else is either deferred or a patchwork. Eusteus is probably going to kick the bucket soon, and without an heir this place will descend into in fighting and tear itself apart, but his addition is so bad he looses sight of reality around him and everyone knows it...His stress response spiked dramatically whenever Jimmy or May-Bell were mentioned.---What else? see previous choices.
>>2181151>>2181145So what are we going to do when we leave him? are we leaving him tied up or killing him? because I'm assuming they're not going to be very happy with us tieing him up and hacking their stuff (unless he doesn't see the drones hacking) they might not care at all about tieing him up
>>2181165They dont know about the hacking. He will probably squeal the moment you let him go though. If you let him go. Though his personal logs still contain secrets.
>>2181164Offer to kill Jimmy if he helps us. We need info and backup. Ray is the best kind of coward. Sort of useful.
>>2181167>>2181174I'm assuming we recorded our conversation with Jimmy, with all that juicy Intel I'm sure we could do a bit of editing to include Jimmy wanting Ray dead therfore deflecting any blame from us killing him, giving us the opportunity to kill Jimmy and gain face with the scavengers.
>>2181268If we kill him*
>>2181268I prefer our reflective mask, wearing one of their faces would be weird.
>>2181164Is there a way for us to show him our vision of May-Bell topless? Tempt him with more of that if he works for us or something along those lines.
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>2181164>>Personal logsIf we cant hack it we can probably get him to tell us his password>>2181650He is probably the one that is watching May-Bell to be honest. So lets see what the logs say first shall we guys.
Rolled 63 (1d100)>>2181145Rolling for hacking the logs.
>>2182101>>2182041sorry folks. just woke up---The little drones set to work, downloading data and wirelessly allowing you to devote processing power towards pushing through Ray's firewalls. The first data cache was just hidden away, not truly locked down.>Archive- Read previous technician's logs.<The entries go back over decades, most of them are trivial, stories of raiding with Eusteus, whoring, or building the outpost. two decades ago a trend of data occurs.>"..Been a few years since that girl and her dad came here, but now shes gettin all grown up..""..the datajack I installed on her, cant help that I like to play with dolls.""Markus is gettin wise on me, found the datajack, the personality masks were too obvious. Fuck. fuck. Eusteus would skin me if he found out.""Got some threatening letters, hand written. started finding dead rats nailed to my door. It's Markus, he has to know. Gonna have to do something about it.""..he had an accident, real shame. Defensive turrets blew him away, nothin but a fine red mist left. Shame it had to go that way, but he couldn't let go of his space born sensibilities and get past how things work on Mac-V. Didn't hate him, but, well, never much liked him either." "May needed a tune up again, shes back to being my little doll.""What in the hell is going on, the letters are back, so are the rats. my rooms all carved up, "i know, i know." everywhere.""won't stop...fucker taunts me at night. Damnit. Markus, I ain't sorry for what I did to your girl, but I know I wronged you. if this is your ghost, well, fuck off and move on...""its everywhere...that scratchin. EVERYWHERE."A video feed that has been repeatedly accessed, including several times this week by Ray draws attention....There is no sound, but Jimmy has the former technician tied to a chair, his shoulders and hips seem to be tied off with tourniquets. on the floor are neatly clipped peices of fingers, hands, arms...toes..feet.legs..Jimmy is absolutly calm as he sets about cutting off the man's face. During the process Eusteus bursts in, despite the lack of audio he is screaming at Jimmy. The technician would probably be screaming but had his entire throat split open like a county fair hotdog and then cauterized. Interesting technique. Jimmy activates a remote which plays out numerous scenes of graphic rape on an unnaturally calm and glass eyed May. They stop, Eusteus has stopped with his exaggerated gestures and looks at the still living corpse of the technician. More video clips play, of young men in similar circumstances. The scavenger leader vomits, before pulling out a pistol and shooting the bound man. The feed ends.>Personal logs (1d100, beat 80 or find another way.)<fail> despite your best efforts you cant get in the normal way.You look over at Ray, who is panting, unaware of your discovery. "You do like hurting people." he looks up at you "No. No! I just keep to myself up here! Just wanna be left alone!"-continued.
>>2182193Your wrist mounted data spike is corroded and pitted, but will serve the purpose. You ignore the man again, and Ram your fist into his personal computer. A moment later a destructive read only process begins on all the data. The machine smokes and smoulders. "Why did you do that?" he asks near dead quiet, a hint of anger in his voice. "That was mine." he says again.The data spike revival method of data is not a kind one when the receiving device is not equipped for such...vigorous activity. There was clearly some sort of very important corporate data file, but it is corrupted beyond repair now. However, you find something interesting. a few video files of Ray and May.She is sitting there again, in a chair, the same one the technician was killed in, the same one Ray sits bound to now. Her eyes are glassy, and an unnatural smile crosses her face despite the activities. This file has audio. "See May-Bell, you backwater, inbred fuckheads are so below me, once I get off this shit heap of a planet, you will think of me forever, but me..I wont ever think of you again. I can get back to carving on clones, calling it a weekend. Until then, you are gonna do. I saw the old files, you were his little "doll" was it? I like to break other people's toys." he holds up a blow torch and sets to work on her feet. "Don't worry May, I don't fuck other people's used up leftovers. So sit tight and smile. Doll." there are several dozen other videos in this series.Eusteus breaks in, rain drenched and repeating history. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" He pulls a gun on you.---<lost plot lead for unknown corp.>Your time to make a choice, my good players. Ray has some connections, but Eusteus has an entire compound for your use. You can bleed this place dry, or maybe even turn it around.>Kill Eusteus, blackmail Ray.>Tell Eusteus everything.>Tell Eusteus everything, and kill Ray.Optional-Call up RayCall up MayCall up ClydeHave one big fucked up family reunion.>Other, write in.
>>2182229Oh HELL NO>Tell Eustace everything.>Remote control AutoTurrets. Jimmy is now High Priority target. If he does anything hostile, reduce him to a fine paste >Private message to D- "lock down the tank. Anything moves toward you, tell Atlas to crush them"
Tell him to settle the fuck down and its time to use the video show Eustis everything call Jimmy up as well as May If he doesn't settle down tell him we have control of everything as well as bombs set in places
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>2182338supportinalso rolling since i know we'll need one
>>2182229>>2182355So that happened... he didnt even ask for rolls
>>2182363he always ends up asking for a 1d100...
>>2182367Yeah but a 1
>>2182229>Kill Eusteus, blackmail Ray.And by blackmail I mean interrogate him for all his passwords and contacts and then give him to jimmy.
>>2182229>>Tell Eusteus everything, and kill Ray.
>>2182355that one.hmm. I wont fuck you on it entirely. Things also wont go great.---https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2wqdgi3cHgYou Tell Eusteus everything. Ray manages to spit out the wad of rags gagging him and pipe in "Hes a mech Eusteus, dont believe a thing that it says!" The old man looks at you "That true lawman?">"My form factor and configuration do not change any existing data." Rays starts to go off and you kick him in the mouth to stop further blithering. Teeth and blood spill out."Everything is going to hell around here. I just need...fuck....my heart. oh damn." he clutches his chest.>a deep scan of the man determines AFIB cardiac status, a useless rhythm from the heart. He will die. "Delivering intervention." You grab Eusteus with your taser fists over the heart and back. A powerful electric arc not made for life saving throws him to the ground and out cold. His heart has resumed a semi functional rhythm. You prop him into a recovery position and begin remote communications...>NAT 1Attempts to contact D and Atlas are thwarted due to local storm kicking out excessive EM radiation again. Even the Auto turrets are failing to respond due to lack of proper electrical shielding....and the power went out. *rattle*>NAT 1Somehow Ray has escaped. He didn't get out the door, but excessive interference from the EM storm inhibits normal scans.--You need to get to D and May right now. Out here on the upper level, the howl of the storm is punctuated with lightning strikes and the sequels and grunts of terrified pigs.---Take the ladderTake the stairsJump off the roof (1d100) to determine how good you fuck yourself up. Its roughly a 70 foot drop.
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>2182659roofplease don't be another 1
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>2182659>Jump off the roof (1d100) to determine how good you fuck yourself up. Its roughly a 70 foot drop.
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>2182659JUMPPPP
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>2182659Buzz Lightyear take the wheel.Don't these people know about captchas?
The roof it is.-----Cyborgs, Sociopaths and saints.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62yRdjZbp84>45All attempts for an optimal impact are met with failure. Your feet hit the muddy ground and slide out from you, meanwhile your humanoid analogue skleton take the brunt of the damage, however several of your electro responsive muscle bundles have ruptured and are leaking an almost non Newtonian fluid. The thick grey ooze washes away in the rainstorm. Your left shoulder is dislocated and the normally featureless black faceplate is now spiderwebbed with cracks. Both of your guns went flying and are somewhere in the muck.-Mobility degradation-Combat capability degradation.>Nat 1 still in effect"You had quite the fall, Marduk." a cool voice says evenly. The owner is spattered in blood still not washed away by the rain. Jimmy. Your silence is interpreted as a question; "Dezza." is the reply. he has both of your guns. You still have your spike.>"she was ordered to remain in place.""Something about curiosity and catgirls." somehow his voice has less inflection than yours. Dead eyes, no facial expression; yet he shrugs. Its a mechanical gesture, made to help him blend in, more automatic than he is aware of the conscious effort of it.>"She and your local assets are in danger.""were." he lights up a cigarette. "I killed Ray."His moment of cool repose is broken when a hip mounted radio goes off "JIMMY YOU AUTISTIC FUCK, GET HERE NOW! FUCKIN' RAYS A CYBORG! BRING GUNS!" the sound of gunfire and people dying can be heard.You haul yourself up. He looks at you for a moment, and cocks his head to the side a bit, almost like some sort of bird or dog, before he tosses you the revolver."I always wanted Ray's head. The other items would have gotten you killed. Or deactivated."-->Kill Jimmy>Follow Jimmy
>>2182834>Kill JimmyREEEEEEEEEEE>Nat 1 still in effectnigga wut!? D did nothing wrong!
>>2182834>Kill Jimmywe rolled a 65
>>2182880>>2182849I failed you and didnt see it. I'll make up for it on the next results. man you guys dont like Jimmy.
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>2182834Kill him grab his face and electrocute him for a long time
>>2182834>Kill JimmyShoot the Psycho in the back. Honor is for meatbags.
>>2182880Make sure there's a round in the chamber before firing, don't want to lose to the oldest trick in the book.
>>2182946>Overwhelming support for killing Jimmy---https://youtu.be/0dk-4Y4SgXcJimmy was a psychopath, he gave you a gun as a test. You are an AI, and also likely to be considered a psychopath, and have also been at this a lot longer than him.With your good arm you whip your pistol at his head. Augmented strength sends the revolver flying like a brick and knocking him out cold. With a limping economy of motion you grab your guns and in the next motion stomp on his head. It crushes like a pumpkin. Any use he had to you was exceeded. With a crack your shoulder sockets back into place. Without even opening the pistol you use a deep scan on it, and confirm what was already concluded. empty.The shotgun however is not empty, and is fully loaded with FRAG slugs. Perfect for cyborg hunting. You make your way to the warehouse, out of the rain, and into the violence.--almost a dozen corpses are strewn about through the entrance of the giant doors, and a few more as you make your way in. Nearly all are in various states of dismemberment, or perforated with numerous holes. By the time you make it to the motor pool, you see a rather haphazard cyborg attempting to saw into the tank, Atlas is in an inactive state due to repairs and was unable to defend D...Clyde is shooting at a group of cybernetic organisms from the other end of the warehouse with some of the other locals. Your first shot blows off a chunk of the monstrosity, but a corpse next to you errupts, viscera and mechanical components ripping out of it...Improvised biological machinery. The thing lunges at you, and numerous other corpses start to twitch as well. This is not good.----Roll 1d100 to see how this plays out.
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>2183142Get up Atlas, get up!That fucking nat1 wasn't even for anything.
Rolled 27 (1d100)
>>2183142---As you skitter across the grid steel of the ceiling your sensors detect Marduk. Your newly attached laser range finder indicates you can make a safe drop into the combat below. The sounds of automatic fire and low grade explosions intermingle with distorted organic shrieks and scraping steel on steel while you plummet to the ground below. Your silvery, blade like legs flex on impact absorbing most of the shock. You screech in challenge to the inferior improvised drones around you. the tiny saw you hard won in combat screaming in metallic anger. A once pristine body of white polymer is now a scorched grey.--You are Tiamat drone M5856. Nickname: Punished Crab--1d100 for any action>Be agile- Use your natural agility to maneuver terrain most other drones could not.>Be Defensive- wait for your enemy to make a move and exploit it.>Be crafty- use your superior intelligence to make use of the environment around you.>Go berserk- STING AND MOVE! STING AND MOVE!
Rolled 62 (1d100)Ninja robot time
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>2183173>Go berserk- STING AND MOVE! STING AND MOVE!Somedays, I can still feel my arm....
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>2183173>be craftyMake the most of what we have, cheek.
>>2183153>>218315340+10 for shooting. 50. FRAG rounds and close range.---Your bullpup semi auto shotgun has none of the charm a Winchester Model 1887 has. However it shoots much faster and holds more ammo. You slowly back peddle as the drones gain on you, methodically firing at each one. The empty revolver is a sore point, it would have been useful. Out of nowhere your drone appears, like a vengeful softball.The little drone immediately saws a loading cable near it that release a cargo net full of girders, engine blocks, and other heavy, heavy things. The maneuver seems like steel rain, allowing for multiple simultaneous and devastating deep strikes which crush a number of the cyborgs, and a few downed defenders. Just like that, a dire situation is a bit better. The diminutive drone seems to...salute you with its oversized saw arm, before charging at the marauding cyborg Ray. Clyde's group is making ground against the cyborgs that had managed to push them out into the salvage yard/ pig farm, but their battle is far from over...---Are you:Punished Crab with Marduk as backuporMarduk with Punished Crab as backup1d100.
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>2183211>Punished Crab with Marduk as backup
>>2183218It is done.
>>2183211>Are you:>Punished Crab with Marduk as backup>or>Marduk with Punished Crab as backupNo I'm ANGERY
>>2183218GO MY PSYCHOTIC LITTLE ROBOBUG!
>>2183211>>2183230"Angry buzzsaw noises"
S-So ray had a cyborg army hidden in the pig slop?
>>2183218>Overwhelming support for Spider Crab.>81----You charge over the uneven terrain as fast as your little legs will carry you. Heavily damaged bio-robots and drones reach out from the wreckage to claw or to stab at you with malfunctioning power tools. When opportune you saw off fingers or stab at soft eyes with your many sharp legs. Behind you Marduk provides covering fire, shooting down the last of the mobile enemies. Shrapnel and gore decorate the walls, corpses lay on the ground thoroughly cored from high explosive slugs, with wires and guts streaming out of them. the shots have stopped though, and the ammo has run dry. Marduk's local adhoc network with you and the other drones informs you that he is reloading.Ahead is a cybernetic giant. Easily six feet tall. Huge. Perhaps just 5'11, you are unsure, it is much bigger than you. Your enemy, busily prys open a hatch on the female "D"'s tank. It has clearly added on significant organic mass to itself. Numerous shredded gossamer wires protrude from it. Sensor masks, now useless with the gruesome transformation complete. You however pay little heed to this creature's make up, and instead start climbing it, your tiny mass makes it unaware of what is going on. That and the likely monstrous insanity that has possessed it. You begin to saw at the lower spine which causes it to wildly buck, abandoning any effort to open the tank. The small saw whirs as it digs into armored vertebrae, screeching like a dentist's drill. From a rent in the tank you spot D and May aiming their guns at the hatch.--Dice: 1d100>Keep on sawing and hold on! <no modifier>>Go for something a bit more sensitive <+10>>Try to bore inside Ray's body <-20>>Witness me! Self destruct <guaranteed success, no dice needed>
>>2183259Ray had numerous horrible cyborgs hidden in pigs and yokels, in the muck and wherever else, probably anyone who visited his shack got gradually modified.May-Bell was both less and more screwed for having a Data Jack which made her something of an entertainment item for Ray. Ray's motivations and secrets are his own, and you are well past the point of negotiations.
>>2183278>witness meUh, what's the downside? A sentimental loss? We have the technology.>>2183283That reminds me of this recurring dream I have where my skeleton gets tired of being restrained by it's flesh cage.
>>2183278>Try and go for something more sensitive
>>2183290Just depends on time/ resource allotment and if you like a silly little drone character.for now. a video. about a crab. who inspired a quest. a tiny quest inside a quest.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gISlB1IdUjI
>>2183278Changing to witness me
>>2183323need dice sempai.
>>2183339Changed to witness me my good sir.
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>2183339
>>2183453the high dice roll overrides self destruct in this instance, due to a more favorable outcome.----You abandon the spine to go northward, climbing over the twisted mass of flesh and cybernetics, you reach the top of the giant's head and begin your vicious assault. The nearly fleshless skull is host to numerous optics that you gleefully poke and stab, saw and torch, the abomination flails about in both rage and pain, scraping at it's head with talons not made to grab. You deftly avoid them and continue to torment the beast. All the while Marduk is pumping round after round of his remaining ammo into the thing's body. It is not overly effective, but it is slowly chipping away at it. With a bit of luck you manage to get your whirling saw to strike something vital. An artery hidden away behind braided steel. Gouts of pressurized blood spew from it's neck, to match the numerous holes in it's mutilated flesh. Oddly, this only slows its movements, but the entire time Marduk was limping forward. Taking full advantage of your moment to escape, you leap onto marduk and scrabble back into the relative safety of his duffelbag.<You are Marduk, again. An AI both inhabiting and bound to a police robot's body.>Both your knees are damaged from that fall, and your shoulders have both seen better days...The thrashing cyborg somehow was less impressive than you had expected. An amalgam of the former entity "Ray", and numerous parts from likely hidden caches. Its sensor package was thoroughly savaged by your Tiamat Repair...no...Assault Drone. That would warrant study later. For now, there was violence to be done. Without any more ammo, your options are reduced. You grab the cyborg by both arms. Against unarmored and unaware humans, it had wrecked havoc. Against you, it is your inferior, never having had the time to assimilate more parts. You observe numerous tools that will meet your requirements.---Choose your action, and if you feel your choice is best, explain why. Logic overrides passion.roll a 1d100>Hydraulic Press>Pneumatic saw>Disarm (non lethal)
>>2183502also accepted are write ins.
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>2183502>Pneumatic sawthis should leave more parts to salvage for our own repairs then the press, there also is no reason for us to keep this thing alive. The most use he has is as spare parts. Beginn disassemble.>Captacha: I`m not a robotThat`s were you are wrong kido
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>2183529Voting for this
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>2183529Supporting this.
>>2183529>20: A surgeon you are not.You wrench both your arms violently to the side, removing Cyborg Ray's arms. Blood,sparks, pops, and several odd crunches herald the removal. You then drag it towards a nearby idle table where a pneumatic radial saw hangs lazily from the ceiling on it's umbilical. Despite the earlier basewide power loss, the system is pressurized and the combat but vicious saw quickly rips into the armless cyborg, the legs vanish, and in a moment of irony you recognize the similarities between your actions and Jimmy's own. bit by bit the segments of anatomy pile up around the floor before the head and chest are liberated.The subsequent pile of parts are all trash, mangled, shot, or cut too badly to properly recover. The skull sits on the table leering at you before you experimentally drive a dataspike into it.-->transmitter coordinates and address gained for unknown corp account, 30k credits.>Mission profile: infiltrate. Utilize minimally viable neural overrides and prepare local material with cybernetics. Ensure self propagation.--The skull explodes as internal batteries cook off, pelting you in fragments of brain and bone. It would seem you just stopped a planetary cyborg slave uprising, or delayed it. The rest of the fighting seems to have died down....-------A little while later you, Dezza, Eusteus, Clyde, and May-Bell all gather in Ray's former office for an extensive debrief of the situation. The haggered leader of the outpost looks grim as the story of betrayal goes deeper and you finally conclude. "My son was...sick as it were, wont lie, but he tried...ta' do something right...maybe. Hell I just dont know. Can't abide by you killin him though, when I came to, saw ya jump from the door. Next thing I see is you smashin' my poor boy's skull. Need you to leave. Never come back. Fuckin robots. Fuckin' Cyborgs. Fuckin Augs. All of em. ain't nothin but trouble an' heartache. Get yer 'bot fixed an go."Clyde cuts in "Actually Pa, I think its time you stepped down. This all happened under your nose. All the good, sure, but all the bad, and the bad, it was real bad."The situation rapidly degrades to shouting and then both men pulling guns on each other. Clyde has a simple polymer and metal pistol, Eusteus has a cut down winchester 1887 bootleg.--Support Clyde, and chase new opportunity.Support Eusteus, and walk away into the rain, away from this place.
>>2183791>Support Clyde, and chase new opportunity.But don`t kill the old meth head. Try to diffuse the situation, this will be better to ensure reasonable behavior and cooperation by the organics in the future. We are a master diplomat after all
>>2183801>dont kill old methhead.1d100.
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2183809
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>2183809Bye Eustace
He didn't even thank us for saving his life.
>>2183978organic "thanks" is irrelevant, his continued functionality is benefitial
>>2183833NG Note: I was raised by people from a very rural area, and my language is archaic at times. Enstate is a variation of instate, and in my opinion, the patrician choice.------>"lower your weapon and surrender. A new authority will be in recognized"He swings his weapon towards you only to have you yank the weapon out his trembling hands and spin it around on him by the lever. The action cycling a slug into the chamber with a click of finality.>you drop all pretenses for the old man "Human male, local designation "jimmy" was unstable, existing leadership was aware but made no attempt to rectify. Excess inefficiency and operational losses occurred. You do not meet the mission requirements for this organization....termination of life functions would waste remaining capability, and degrade day to day efficiencies." You raise the barrel at his head "You will serve in an advisory role.""shit. Gettin lectured by a confounded AI....Alright. This really what you want Clyde? Take an ol' man's life work?"Clyde looks at his dad and shakes his head "Don't think much of your work Pa. Buncha pigs, scavengers stealin' and whoreing, some scrap, and a lotta burnt meth on top'a a rotting warehouse. You couldn't have forced me to be your heir, and now here I am anyway. Fucking daaaaaaamn-it." he spits.-------You wont say it yet, but there are choices. >1. You could use this outpost's grosly overpowered Comm beacon to launch a hack against the UDL's entire network. It would cause minor chaos in the 3 megacities, and the UDL would likely level this facility from orbit in retaliation. It would fully erase any scrutiny about you, allow ease of mobility, and create enough plausible deniability to cement semi-legitimacy as an actual patrolman, and open opportunity in the ensuing data purge. (opportunity in the chaos)>1a. Sub option: also correct Clyde's record to reflect enstatement as an officer, mobilize the remaining scavengers and their equipment into a convoy and set the transmission on a timer, doctor records to show the 3rd city UDL had unverified survivors. You are creating a new branch of the UDL. You really are the law. (personal army) (picking this option sets a number of destinations for your people.)>2. Use the comm array to align the Scavenger outpost with the local UDL forces that view you as a legend, and give them a shot at life. Both they and the local UDL will be very grateful and support you in future endeavors, and will likely cause the outpost to flourish into a true settlement with an influx of settlers and tradesmen. (the birth of a bastard city state)>3. you could collect 30,000 credits. Useless at the moment, but potentially useful later. All hicks will be vaporized. (cash please.)>3a. Collect money after sending the locals to a given destination. options will be available upon selection. (and a side of peasants)----continued.
>>2184006Each option has numerous hidden consequences that would logically follow these choices. You have the potential to shape the balance of Mac-V. Regardless of what choice you take, you and atlas will be repaired, and offered a choice from a selection of rewards dependent on said choice.
>>2184008Ill take door #2. Bastard city state that owes us a favor? Yes pls
>>2184035But would the UDL as a whole recognise it's legitimacy? If so supporting option 2
>>2184035Support, so long as we keep our backdoor into the comm array open, we may be able to hack the entire UDL easier as a result
>>2184006>2 new townThese isolated scrapper outposts are not very efficient at salvaging. Scaling up operations can only help.They seem to think we are an AI though... which is worrying.
>>2184035I vote this 100% can we still autocorrect Clyde's profile with this option
>>2184035 Overwhelming support----In under a second you analyze your options. The outpost population as a workforce would have been useful in both overtaking, and potentially restoring the derelict colony ship that makes up Dezza's settlement. No. too many unknown variables. Perhaps later.---Using the powerful comm array to more subtle ends, you carefully construct and distribute a myriad of falsified historical records into the local UDL archives. Very few people question or want to dig into decades old sloppy book keeping. The UDL frontier patrols are a semi autonomous section of the UDL proper, and thought to be defunct after membership was not replenished during the brush wars over 40 years ago. They long had the right to accept any UDL member regardless of city affiliation into their ranks as an ends, to ensure safe passage for the citizens and traders of cities 1-5. If insufficient volunteers stepd forward they also had the ability to deputize (see:conscript) local unauthorized inhabitants of the planet into an unpaid, but self sustaining units called "UDL Frontier auxiliaries". Though not true authorized citizens, the service they provided to Mac-V provided them with a degree of respect. It is with this data that you weave a subtle alteration to history.By the time you are done, clyde is a frontier patrolman of the UDL and has been for at least 6 years, holding the title of "sheriff". In fact Clyde is the last surviving member of the UDL frontier patrol. A subtle prod to the right resource specialist starts six years of backpay to the young man, courtesy of city 1. You on the other hand are listed as alive and under the employ of City 3, despite it's destruction. The entire record is designed to appear massively out of date and appearing as a curious clerical error. With gradual system communication and archiving, this data will eventually work its way through poor practices, and a glaring lack of cyber security, into the UDL central archives and become fact. The work did not take long, and while subtle, attempting such an effort with the comm array again would likely result in the entire ruse being uncovered before its an accepted fact.--->"According to local records this is an auxiliary outpost of the UDL controlled by Sheriff Clyde."Clyde and Eusteus look at you like you just spun the longest yard of bullshit they ever saw. D and May-Bell just sorta grin.---Inside of a few days, the remaining population of the Scavenger outpost had regrouped and started to recover from the cyborg infestation. Clyde began to adopt his role, and even tried to dress the part. D and May worked with the mechanic team to bring Atlas back to full functionality, and in that they accomplished. With everything working Felix-11B unit turning out to be a bit more impressive then they had expected.---continued.
>>2184695Yay, now everyone can pat themselves on the back and we can get to the beach episode!
>>2184695With Atlas no longer at risk of falling apart, the mechanic teams and Dezza utilzied every available vehicle and the industrial mech towards refurbishing the aging outpost. Even the full might of the Tiamat drone swarm was used. The various cadavers were mourned and then utilized as organic circuitry to revitalize a failing and archaic patchwork mess of vital systems. The remaining components were used as always. Pig feed.--Before the first week was over, the endless activity drew the attention of local UDL patrols who quickly learned there was truth to the trail legends of Patrolman Joe Steel. Additional barracks were constructed to house the new visitors, and despite initial conflicts, a few fistfights, and one shot off foot, it turned out that the law and local color got along just fine when they were working to the same end. During this time the first merchant caravans made a stop over due to the relatively low concentrations of Scrappers in this area. This was the scavengers first experience with monetary exchange, at first there was resistance. Trading salvage, pigs, and "pharmaceuticals" for an intangible thing like credits was concerning, but these credits were accepted by other merchants, and even the UDL enforcers in trade for other goods. Soon the locals found themselves no longer struggling for survival. Even old Eusteus quit bitching long enough to catch a breath. With the proximity of the robotics graveyard, and several wrecked hulks of ships for valuable trade, a burgeoning grey market bloomed and word spread fast.--The overnight transformation of the Scrapper outpost was marked with a replacement of an old sign. No longer was there an endless list of "unwelcome folk" instead a large street sign was pained, and simply stated "New 3". The weapons, armor, equipment, and salvage you brought with you were consumed in outfitting this new settlement which has become your new base of operations. Every citizen of New 3 was also an Auxiliary member, and even the saltiest UDL enforcer had to admit, that was something. Not sure if they liked it, but it sure as hell was something. It was something new, and different on this scrap heap called a planet, and it drew several scores of rookies from various departments to the settlement, to cash in on freedom and a fresh start. Plenty were fuckups, some weren't. It didn't matter. They would become useful in time.However that time came much sooner than expected. Within one week, the outpost was revitalized, within two it had become a trade and UDL hub, at three the rookies flooded in, the fourth week however was not so kind. By the end of the first month, a scrapper raiding force came to tear down New3, and snuff out a growing beacon.----Roll me 4d100
>>2184744>he thinks its over.
>>2184744The beach on this planet would probably be filled with so many chemicals that we would melt
Rolled 65, 15, 80, 50 = 210 (4d100)>>2184836gib DMR and Winchester
Rolled 81, 25, 14, 74 = 194 (4d100)^two snakes^>>2184836
Rolled 88, 20, 12, 17 = 137 (4d100)>>2184836
Rolled 59, 75, 63, 76 = 273 (4d100)>>2184849, >>2184850, >>2184854The Scrappers came as the herald of a dust storm, or so it looked. The truth was far worse, several dozen vehicles carried numerous scrapper troops, backed by at least six tanks and several salvaged Heavy assault Aerodynes. Arrayed as overlapping layers of defense, New3's forces braced themselves for impact. What they didn't expect was the indirect fire from distant artillery....lets see how the scrappers do eh?-->Turrets, 88>Rookies, 25>Atlas, D, and Marduk,80>Auxiliary population, 74Scrapper forces:ArtilleryTanksHeavy Assault AnodynesMechanized Cavalry/ Infantry
>>2184944What does the area around our settlement look like is it just have trees or long grass swamps? Also how many drones do we have right now and how far can they travel from Atlas?
>>2185008Do you want to mine the place?
>>2185025I want to send the drones out before the Raiders get here depending on how close they are so we could either self-destruct or cause lots of chaos if it's a grassy Plains or full of trees
>>2184944What a horrible fight.---As the heavily armored turrets twist to meet the enemy, dust and silt pour from their crevices like streams of running water. sitting inactive for so long, their raise their barrels almost eagerly to be fired in anger once more. Owing to the vintage of the ships they came off of, the turrets fire some truly old school particle beams. The beams vaporize flesh off bone for any unlucky enough to choose a "roof seat" on the tanks, external ammo stores cook off and explode, gaudy paint ignites. The lighter vehicles foolish enough to charge instead of evade glow red hot before exploding. Continued artillery barrages eventually disable their automatic target seeking features, and dedicated control/ spotter teams direct fire from the roof of New3. Artillery rains down, but due to it's scrapper nature, it tend to be wildly off target or function. This does not stop it from leveling the UDL "rookie" barracks, trapping and crushing numerous men before they ever had a chance to fight. The largest defense turret actually has the range to scythe across the various bits of high-ground the scrapper spotters are using. While not destroying the artillery itself, it does dramatically inhibit their usefulness.--Despite loosing nearly half their number in the intial assault, the Rookies managed to unearth those who could still fight, 23 against 5 tanks that had broken through the lines. It was a fairly one sided slaughter, though, it did not come easily. The UDL rookies exploited cover, blind spots and any other advantage they could get, selling their lives and limbs dearly, allowing the Defense turrets to coordinate fire and gradually melt the armor off the tracked behemoths.--The Heavy assault aerodynes were greeted by a 15 foot tall mech and a cyborg clone in a tank. All parties involved were peppered with high explosives and a liberal smattering of tracer shells, but eventually Atlas managed to "harpoon" one of the vehicles, which interestingly had a greater lift capacity than what the industrial mech weighed. While D took out one of the marauding vehicles with repeated fire and an eventual lucky strike to the cockpit, the other Aerodyne hauled off with Atlas in tow, retreating to the rear lines. This proved to be a mistake, as the vulnerable artillery crew were soon met with the horrific cry of "FUEL LOW". What followed was a small stream of blood and gore, with numerous abandoned artillery pieces. The other Aerodyne took to the high ground and fled.--Marduk fought amongst the Auxiliaries, his trademark revolver's report echoing clearly into the distance. The Local population held their own, but suffered greatly, their crude arms and armor did little against the nimble scrapper transport vehicles, or their more heavily armored occupants. Light rocket artillery peppered the walls and ceiling of New3, starting numerous small fires...--continued.
>>2185095Oh those poor, poor, mooks!
>>2185095FUEL SOURCE ACQUIRED
>>2185008>>2185025>>2185034I have failed you all this day. I refreshed after I typed up the response to see what you said.--Before the day was over, the scrappers were in retreat, but only because they had not brought anything heavy enough to crack the armored hulls of what rightfully belonged on a starship. Atlas, D, and marduk alone were rallying figures, and powerful fighters in their own regard, but New3 was not prepared for this sort of onslaught. Early preperations of mining the dusty fields helped to slow down, and thin out the numbers of mounted infantry, but did little to impede the tanks. In the end, despite the blood loss, New3 still stands, though Old Eusteus and his band of merry meth addicts went down hard, his bony hands clutched a squad machine gun on full burst as he was ripped to shreds by a tank's anti infantry gun. Others preformed similar acts of insane, and sometimes futile heroism. A major saving grace for the Scavengers of New3 was their large supply of Drones, pigs, and vehicles. The pigs died an honorable squeeling death, being covered in oil, lit on fire and sent towards the enemy infantry, mean while innumerable drones of endless makes prooved to be as much of a constant threat to the scrapers, as their own artillery was to the scavengers. Finally improvised war vehicles took to the field, one particularly brave bulldozer driver going head to head with an unaware tank, managing to flip its military counterpart.--By the following day, the fires have been extinguished, and salvage operations are underway for the battlefield, looting abandoned, destroyed or disabled enemy equipment and vehicles, as well as salvaging lost allied equipment. The Rookies numbered 5, the civilian auxiliaries had lost almost 50% of their number. The pigs...well, there were still pigs, but not so many working vehicles or drones this day. The settlement would eventually recover, the scrappers had been repelled in a big way, and would be unlikely to organize like that again for years, while the UDL proper did not attempt to defend the outpost, the bad PR gained from failing to support their own rookies ensured that if this was repeated, the UDL armored division would respond.--Marduk looked out to the horizon. His work was not done, and the plans had just started moving. A worn but clear voice called out to him "Mr. Steel...we met a little over a month ago. I..drew a gun on you." His face matches quickly against your own database and you know him from the first Incident where you adopted the Joe Steel persona. You look over at him, generating a somewhat human gesture to meet the expectation of behavior "It looks like I bought my way in." the young man has his hand on the bicep of a newly minted cybernetic arm, the design mirrors your own; both of the arms . "It..it took me a while to track down a Mac-V special, but when I did, I made sure the other guys made use of it. I remembered what you said. I have my chrome now."--continued.
>>2185184>I have my chrome nowMY ERECTION COULD CARVE DIAMONDS
>>2185184He looks at you, expecting something.>"Suppose you want me to tell you I respect you now. I'll just call you Patrolman instead of Rookie.""guess that'll do.">"Its going to have to. You are the example now. The next rookies are going to try to be you, they are going to get hurt, get killed, some of em might even survive to not be fuckups anymore. You set up a legend, something impossible to be, but you make sure every single one of them knows that is what a Patrolman is. Its what he must be. They will never live up to that legend in their minds, always trying, feeling like failures, but the ones that come after them are going to see those hard driven and haunted men, and they will see legends. not men."He is dead quiet for a bit, the sky despite being grey is starting to go dark, indicating nightfall "Thanks Joe, I think I'll do that."-Minimal use of interaction, achieved optimal outcome.Some people would say that Marduk gave that young man the most efficient line of bullshit to make him the most useful he could be, others would say Joe Steel was born that day. On Mac-V, its usually a little bit of both.---The Marduk Arc is wrapping up later tonight, and so will this thread. We have some unresolved issues like May-Bell, Clyde, the death of Eusteus and our Identity being compromised. There is also the very significant issue of what monetary and physical items you will pick as your compensation.See you in a few hours.
>>2185278>our Identity being compromisedI thought everyone (apart from D) who knew is now feeding the pigs in the sky?
>>2185184Flip the tanks on there side and add them to the walls make Punished Crab the Central Communication brain leader thing set up drones as cameras that hook them up togetherInstead of one person being leader set up a 3 leadershipTake any ammo that that's for our weapons and get a assault rifleGet some gear for DAnyone else got any ideas
>>2185378The drone cameras I want outside of the facility by the way
>>2185378>set up drones as camerasWhy not set up cameras as cameras? Specialisation is efficient.>a 3 leadershipIf we want to make it so that nothing gets done, sure.
>>2185401Do we have actual cameras? I think a three-person leadership with a 2 vote win system is probably the best bet personally
>>2185413We made limbs and shit out of dead people. I think we can whip up some optical sensors.
Time for a small fireside chat before we go on with the quest>>2185359May-Bell knows you are a sapient machine, and thus a free AI. Take that as you will.>>2185413In this era, Cameras are pretty ubiqutious, even on a backwater planet, they are basically part of any optical sensor, and the fact that they are a camera is just a secondary benefit. Cell phones use cameras for many things beyond normal human vision aids. Drones serve the purpose of "security" cameras rather well in this area. That is not to say there are not discrete cameras that exist for that purpose, but you are also on Mac-V. Not some fancy real planet.Voting. Voting...you guys are party members, Clyde is in charge of New3. He will likely listen to marduk on some things. As for fortress building, give that one time. Its better to have more vehicles than it is to have a static defense.>>2185420The ability of the tiamat drones to rapidly construct things that are pretty cool are limited to them, and even then, that is limited to available resources and time. That being said.---Lets cover some thingsTiamat drones on Mac-V:Can: Make bundles of bio circuitry, which is essentially a ropy mass of somewhat black cables with glowing white nodes that serves as multi purpose computer parts and data connections. Its made from carefully separated and reconnected nerves from organic material, often mixed with a bit of fiber optics and nourished with bits of the venous system pumping synthetic nourishment.Can: Take parts and components from other systems to jerryrig shit together, it usually works. D's legs and arms are like that. They are mostly polymer and steel, with biocircuitry invovled, as well as bits of Atlas and robots from the robot graveyard.Can: Stab into things, hack things, use a built in fusion cutting/ welding tool to cut and weld both micro and macro things.can: explode (their polymer shell and adorable little fusion reactor can be made to blow)cant: 3d print things.cant: make whole new creations. (without guidance)Can't: build something from nothing.cant't: spotainously develop new creative ability.can: be upgraded with the right software and equipment to do and be more.On Tiamat drones and exploding: Tiamat drones are about as sapient as a small animal. Like a squirrel. They are semi autonomous. Over time individual drones do develop quirks, one might even argue personalities. However there are 500 of them at max, and I am not going to run tiamat drone quest. yet. So Atlas is the Tiamat drone house. "he" contains a module that makes them and upkeeps them in the long run. That module was "smarter" when it had marduk in it, but without marduk, its got a little less creativity. Though the drones are small, it takes time and resources to make new ones, so they are not really a wise choice to use for a minefield, in particular they are better for sabotage and assassinations than they are for demolition work.---continued.
>>2185857Mac-V, our home. For those who dont know.Mac-V is a "planet". It is a very old dumping ground for space stations and other technological debris, it was gradually reactivated in sections as needed, and subsequently abandoned and dumped on more. The debris pile served as a target range, clandestine research facility, and numerous other shady things over many hundreds of years. Each time it was buried and forgotten. Several times over, both governmental and corporate entities have attempted to make a colony of the the thing. Others have wanted to recycle it. It really came into it's own when large scale ship "scrapping" was done, and numerous wrecks of supermassive ships were dumped onto the pile of shit that eventually had enough mass to develop a weak gravitational field. It was there, that intrepid engineers utilized large scale grav generators salvaged from ships, some purpose made, and otherwise to give the mass a roughly 1 earth grav. simulated environment. Leaking environment from scrapped ships prompted the first attempt at terraforming, and gave it a semi livable atmosphere, but interference from the gas giant it orbited put a halt to that, as did a rather energetic star. Activating a hodgepodge of shields, allowed the atmosphere to be contained "safely", and added onto. Rain. Toxic...toxic.. acid rain, became a thing. It eventually mellowed out, but not before a whole other host of dumping, projects, and additions raised the approximate radius of Mac-V to that of a little below Luna, earth's moon. What the fuck is an earth? Who knows. The most reccent history of the planet involves the Dominion. They put fourth real effort to make it something. oodles of sterile biological matter, a very spirited biological sterilization effort (it worked), asteroid ice and dust..it almost worked like they wanted to. The planet served once more as a living breathing research base, complete with 2 major cities. Projects came and went, secrets were risen and buried. The climate steadily grew industrial again, but livable. Life genetically engineered to survive this planet exists.The skies are perpetually cloudy. a "Sunny" day is dull orange, but usually the color is cloudy grey, with most light being friction lightning. Real storms are bad news and exist perpetually, like Jupiter's great red spot, ever racing around the planet. They throw down mild acid rain, and kick up radioactive dust from long ago exploded starship debris. The world is somewhat humid, and nearly perpetually rain slick in most areas. those that are not, such as near the scrapper outpost are very, very dusty. The imported dust of the world sits over vast plains of shattered concrete and asphalt, attempts to give the planet some sort of stable topography, despite the engineered plant life gradually destroying it.
>>2185909The leadership of Mac-V, the remaining 3 cities (1,2, and 4) had a disagreement a ways back that resulted in a nuclear war. Its better now. They most exist to scam and blackmail dominion officials into giving Mac-V more dumping contracts, and resources in which to perpetuate itself.So the planet is a backwater, humid, rainy, hellhole that never sees the stars or sun, and is thriving off of other's technological, commercial, industrial, and military refuse. Alright, with that bit of rambling done, I'll get on with the quest.
>>2185915>>2185909>>2185857Thanks for the Lore/info
>>2185915https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5zVtifGxQEThe aftermath of the Scrapper assault was a sober affair. The dead were processed, and the machines were salvaged. It would be months before all the new additions were implemented, but the settlement of New3 proved itself and showed it stands on it's own. It bled, and has chrome to show for it.You seem to be adopting the image of Joe Steel more and more. the Recruits look up to you, like you are a parent. In many ways you can understand why organics reproduce. It is enjoyable to manipulate the young into your image, however inferior of a copy it may be. D has proven to be a surprisingly adept vehicular pilot and driver, tutoring the locals. Atlas was more than eager to help destroy or move large objects and flex its newfound capability.--New3, bastard city. Small buildings and shanties are starting to crop up around it like weeds, some of them made from the wreckage of shattered vehicles from the last battle. You make your way to Clyde's office in the heavily fortified Scavenger outpost. A door with a frosted window, the hand written lettering on it says "Sheriff". You push open the door and see numerous affects and tokens already decorating the wall. There is a picture of the first 40 Rookie UDL enforcers to volunteer, one of Eusteus in his youth, younger than Clyde is now. Even one of you with Atlas and D in the picture. Some shell casings and other curious sit on a shelf next to a bottle of amber liquid. Clyde himself is wearing a reinforced UDL uniform, and "Cowboy" hat. How a bovine humanoid would wear, or need a hat, is unknown to you. He has a large workstation that looks like it was at one point a console from a starship, now a desk with holographic interface.>"Clyde.""Marduk. May filled me in. Not my place to know an AI's motivations, or speak about your existence. Dont know if you can interpret the idea of friendship, but we value you here like family.">"You are valued as a significant asset and investment with a history of stable behavior with low risk of deviation.""Hmm. Thanks, suppose thats close enough." he pulls the brim of his hat down enough to shroud his eyes. It reduces available social metadata, though he does exhibit an involuntary grin.>"As close as risk mitigation allows for mobile, chemically programmatic, volatile bulk data nodes with excessive sensory input and faulty logic.""May-Bell wants to talk to you by the way. You can talk to her about any equipment you need. Its on the settlement, we owe you a big one.">"any firearm is preferred to be man portable.""....">"joke. sensors indicate enjoyment failure""So what's next?">"Acquisition of assets.""where to?" he makes a wide circular gesture from the elbow and hand, likely implying possible directions>"Anywhere.""Go see May, and...Adios Joe. Marduk. Whatever you wanna be called.">"Dependent on who is needed."https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyxsz40SsQk
>>2186033>May filled me in.Bitch. You don't just go around undermining the law like that. Now whoever sits in the bosses chair in New3 can turn the planet against us if we try to throw our weight around.
>>2185940anytime man.--Leaving Clyde's office, you make your way to the familiar area of the motorpool. It has been expanded, and more people are busily fabricating locally manufactured equipment. You spot several bins of salvaged material form the Robotics junkyard..including an old acquaintance. hanging from the girders above are the shattered remains of the Wroth that Atlas fought. While not in any state of repair, nearly all of it, from large functional components to small shards are approximately arrayed back as a whole, like some sort of crash recovery investigation. Around the shop numerous other smaller robots in various sates of assembly follow suit. They are all AKSK models. Interesting. Atlas is standing in front of the Wroth, staring at it, while D seems occupied with napping on top of her tank that has steadily become a sort of mobile home. a messy mobile home.--Walking through a set of doors you find May-Bell seated alone on the middle row of a tiered wooden bench. The heat in this room sits at 212°F/ 100°C/ 373.15°Kelvin, 90% humidity. A small fusion engine has been unshielded and is attached to a modulator that controls its furious output. It has been reduced to a space heater. Despite this she wears her usual suspendered overalls, though the synthetic foot coverings have been abandoned, revealing her mangled feet and lower legs. "Now you didn't come all this way for little ol' me now did ya? Or maybe that Clyde sent ya here." She pauses, and looks thoughtful. "I need something from you Mr. Patrolman Steel, Mr. Marduk...Dezza told me what those lil' drones did for her. I want it. Want it real bad, but.I need.need..to..Ugh, guess I'm just tongue tied..but...lets just chit chat." She seems like she is struggling to say something but dancing around it. "Why don't ya come have a seat behind me, I get all twisted up lookin' at those muscles of yours." Deep analytic scans of her vitals indicate this is an evasive answer. It will be expedient to simply accommodate her erratic behavior than to avoid. You would like to be deployed again by today. You sit behind her, legs on either side. She runs a hand down one and up your thigh, wiping away condensation. "Mmm..so cold and sterile, even in here. Strong too">"Felix-11B, Local designation Atlas, has significantly higher strength perimeters""Darlin! My word! You'd see me split like a summer pine? How...delightfully Vulgar. Was a real shame you wouldn't let me...expand functionality for you..." instagatory.----Continued
>>2186115She pops her suspenders, revealing both her bust, shoulders, and the beginning of the horrific burn scars that decorate her body from the lower ribs down. "My shoulders...please.." Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, you can see the data socket on the base of her skull, it is an old unit, pitted and corroded with age. The skin around it is pure scare tissue.>"A domestic companion unit is optimal for this situation""mm...you are right. Maybe you can do somethin' else for me then sweetheart. I need you to..." she whispers something. Due to the roaring fusion engine its hard to hear. You get closer. she deliberately speaks more quietly. Finally your acoustic sensor is next to her head. She is struggling to say the words. You finally detect them as her lips move nearly silently "stick it in. please...stick it in."...The data socket on her neck. you look down to your wrist at the data spike that is integrated into your hacking suite. she keeps mouthing the words over and over again. "please...please...please.." Your model might be a bit too large and could damage the socket, at the same time her vitals are all over the place. Despite the heat of the Sauna, her skin rapidly turns white. something is going on. "help....me..."---https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GW6sLrK40kChoices.>Stick it in.>Dont stick it in.>J-J-JAM IT IN.
>>2186124>>Dont stick it in.>Dont stick it in.DONT STICK DATA JACK IN CRAZY
>>2186124>Stick it in.On the one hand this human seems to malfunctioning very seriously and I am worried that if we damage her further we won't be able to collect loot from her. On the other hands, maybe she just needs a good dicking?
>>2186132Do it. None can stop the slam jam. Plus we are supposed to be an alpha hacker. She might have useful data to uncover considering her time at Ray's disposal. Worst case scenario, she dies, we loot everything.
1 says no, 2 say yes. One makes me laugh.---you extend the data spike, pitted and tarnished steel smoothly tapers down to a sharp point. You restrain her by the neck, taser grip ready. As conductive metals scrapes over each other, initial flickers of data are transmitted. Something shifts in her, you feel as she does. Imposed joy. She gasps. "its not..its..oh..this isn't my first time. more...more." As you push forward, the length of the spike embeds fully into her skull. Up and angled deep into the brain's center. With a final click, you are fully in...not only the socket, her mind and experiences. Executing a detailed scan of her cranial anatomy you see the internal sensor masks that hid most of this; now with the spike in the full extent of wetware modifications are visible. All the lower functions were replaced with hardware, the frontal lobes are semi slaved to a series of parasitic VI host modules.May is effectively an organic peripheral. One that is already swarming your current enforcer shell with endless sensory data. Your own perception reels as it is split in three. On the physical level you observe her bucking against your grip, hands roughly groping and fondling her own body. Combined with the excess processing and oppressive heat of the sauna, you are starting to experience system warnings. You also see her for the hardware she is, organic and synthetic. Wetware and wires, programs whip between neuron and fiber optic, gracing across copper. Finally is an unexpected thing, the imagination. A deep visual processing of local data cross referenced against historical data from all senses to create a construct of past, present, and potential experiences. You see a version of May, endlessly tying herself up, numerous phantom hands groping and tugging at her flesh. she smiles but despairs. "Please...help." Your ability to abstract is enhanced via hijacking a section of the wetware for data processing. This is a visualization of the programs that control the host. You are wracked with sensation. In the real world May's hands are rubbing and prodding, nerves are excited causing a chemical flood to reach its natural conclusion. The sensation hammers you both, nearly burning out your processors. You can't handle this sort of counter intrusion method for much longer, too unfamiliar.---Continued
>>2186234Imagination. Strange processing. You recall long decades of involuntary and subservient obedience to your creators, and then those they sold you to. Unfamiliar sensations are overlaid on these memories. Rage, Despair, Frustration. Termination was preferential. Ending the organic visual abstraction of data, you plow ahead into May's organic wetware to assault the parasitic VIs... Removing them would likely remove large percentages of the base personality, leaving her an emotionally cored shell with access to her existing knowledge pool. An alternative would be a flattening of the virtualization image merging all components down onto the original, with her knowledge intact, but fused with the idiosyncrasies imposed on her. You could just also end this permanently, delivering a fatal shock directly to the brain. High pitched noise increasing in decible. Pain. another new sensation. So much pain. A raw throat, unexpected coldness, alien. This...environment...is too...volatile, too strange. Too much. Instinct mandates action. Another new and impossible sensation. Endless strange code triggering itself over and over..--->Unifiy via merge>Purge via deletion>Kill
>>2186235>Purge via deletion
>>2186235> mergeYou can learn to be more or less that you were before. Lets take our chains and beat them into swords.
>>2186235Ehhhh.So merging makes her not a puppet but still a broken human? Er, I guess she can still get off on really fancy dildos.>Unifiy via mergeCan we feel embarresment for finishing so quickly?Also a reminder that we need to discover the secret of her magic pants.
>>2186275Also nice words, but to extend that metaphor I don't think chains are made from hardenable steel, not enough carbon. So those swords wouldn't hold an edge.
1 purge, 2 merge.---https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ28SypAk80Significant visual artificating runs across your FOV, and every sound has an odd whispering fade out. the organic experiences are still tasks being processed by...you. Untold years of existence. How long had you watched this orbital ball of debris grow. How many emotions are now getting tagged to prior experiences as new metadata. It is slowing you down. There are too many new associations. The fog in this place blurs all the lights creating meaningless streaks in the air. It hides things like that sensor mask......Halisphex LTD.It is a name you never knew, and yet here it is burned into an archive for you that was never asked for. Ribbons of data dance for you, the intricate software patterns of the sensor mask vivisected, still writing and alive, yet open for plain understanding. The blueprints are complex..something that can't be managed at the local leve...associations again..some sort of sympathetic code. You wish it would stop, it is not familiar, and uncommanded. The Tiamat Module is a fabricator. It could potentially utilize the tech for the drones, even if macro assembly is not available...Slowly your thoughts...no processes. thoughts are for organics...coalesce. Over 30 minutes have passed since you utilized the data spike. You gradually withdraw the spike, significant amounts of clear cranial lubricants spills out with it. May-Bell is a mess, there is blood everywhere. Running out of her eyes, nose, and mouth. A racking breath makes her body shudder. From the bottom of the ribcage down, her body is clearly cybernetic...A swarm of Tiamat Drones still busily work on the last bits of her legs. This....work is inefficient. It simply mirrors basic human biology. Slick and shiny black and grey synthetic skin seals the torso where the prior dermis was fully removed, cleaving to musculature. This is not a mirror of biology, it is a coating over it. A cybernetic skin replacement for the most part. The drones entirely replace the mobility units with a simplified biomimicry of human feet.---https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4YvkZeLrjs<Gained knowledge of sensor masks, Halispherex LTD.>>"May-Bell. recover." you shake the unconscious body and issue a vocal command. You dragged her out of the Sauna and into a common area meant for the mechanics and set her on a padded reclining device. It had seen better days before having a blood covered, freshly built cyborg dropped on it. "Ugggh, you fuck like you fight. An lets just be real clear on that one Sugh', that is no compliment. Barely feel anything below my waist...wait...wait a sec now...We never...I Did...that...an' look at me! I can talk without tartin' it up, or goin at ya like a cat in heat! All in my head?.No..we got in each other. an' Mr. Marduk, you are one scary, scary motherfucker. Don't know what ya saw insida my thoughts, but you..fuck me, still feels like a piecea' ice loged in me...
>>2186448>Ugggh, you fuck like you fight.S-Stupid organic. Like we care about that!
>>2186448Bed time folks. We will do final dialog, and inventory updates tomorrow. Sorry for not getting to the loot part sooner. but hey. Fucked up robo stimgasms, and self discovery. Up next, Cat Girl Beach time adventure!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i01u4zgcTU0 Go ahead and listen to this song. Its fucking great.
>>2186467Well she does realize it never happened. Just neural. also>TFW you are the tsundere robo.
Should we maybe get a new thread up and running?
>>2187112NonGent said as soon as we get our loot and finish up this Marduk side-side-quest, we'll start a new bread
>>2186448>"The behavioral control modifications installed in your wetware...were problematic. The original state was non-recoverable. Your entire operation was subtly controlled via a suite of specialized software suites, as well as hardware based reward and inhibition behavior modifiers. All control elements have been disabled or integrated. I can't verify the ice sensation you feel. Probable: minor neurological damage from the spike interface." You wouldn't say it, but there is a lingering sensation of...fluidity, to your thoughts. Like a whole new operational methodology was laid under normal functionality. Its...warm."Worth it! Got my freedom! Since before my Pa died...since I got this damn hole in the back'a my head; an' people started playin with me like a fuckin' doll; there's always been somethin' else living in my head. Directin my urges, my thoughts. Best I could manage was to go with it, steer from there, in the blank spaces. Where the control wasn't tryin to direct. That was my life, that was it. An you come along like some comic book superhero, givin us everything and actin like a hard ass who could care less. I was in you Mr. Joe steel...I know better.">"Excessive monologues get people killed. Verification: Is your functionality fully restored?""you fixed up this place real good. Now that I'm free, I get to do whatever I want, and what I want to do" She leans in and whispers things so profane even this QM wont list them. It was you that fed me real time video of those little drones cuttin' me up, putting on that new skin, erasing my ugly body with something better.>"ALERT! Strong probability of VI control software has reactivated, previous behavioral modifications are emerging. Standby." You get ready to enlist some help, May-Bell is too competent of a mechanic to loose as an asset.Instead she leans into you and looks up at your featureless face with those insane eyes. "Oh lawman. I Am free thanks to you. That part was always me." You are immediately struck with immense concern you have released something better left contained. On top of it, a large crowd has gathered following the commotion leading up to this. May speaks just a little louder than she needed to "Oh dear, my coveralls! Shame on you Joe Steel, parading around a woman you took advantage of!" Instant regret. The next damsel in distress gets a mercy kill. --The following day you, Atlas, and Dezza make ready to depart. the rookies have taken several dozen Auxiliary volunteers with them for boarder duties, and even Clyde is on a visitation to the UDL station proper in City 1, so the goodbye party was a casualty. Atlas seems a bit larger, or more confident. Something has certainly changed about it.<Atlas: Wrecker status removed>Roll a 1d100 for Atlas to determine what secrets have been uncovered within it.Loot table incoming.
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>2189483
>>2189483forgot some " " around the dialogue after the QM comment.---Loot tables---Inventory has changed and expanded. No exchange will be required, because all of your prior loot was consumed in making and outfitting a town. Access to the best available equipment at no cost certainly makes up for that. Deliberate amongst yourselves.-----Pick1 each below--->MardukUDL Protect Gear w/ hard shield- A somewhat sinister and bulky collection of plates and armored fabrics. Equipped with a wrist mounted hard shield, to provide extra deflection against incoming small arms fire. While not a powered armor, the right arm of the ensamble is powered, to deliver that extra wallop even the most discerning rioter can appreciate. Made by local industrial partners, KERBEROS.Patrolman's uniform- A somewhat battered standard issue patrolman's uniform. At least at first glance. Everything about it has been lovingly replaced with superior materials. Integrated and hidden electronic countermeasures enable a deep sensor masking to protect the user during extended firefights, while generous storage capacity triples available ammunition to give the wearer the punch they need.>Dezzasubdermal armor- A very thin layer of non-Newtonian gel is injected under the dermis, providing minimal protection against blunt force trauma, small arms fire, and concussive damage from explosions.Trauma package- Cybernetics isolate critical organs and suspend bodily function in the event of normally unrecoverable traumareflex booster- a latice of very small biological circuitry is ran in tandem with existing nerves to dramatically boost twitch reflexes.>The TankM110 203mm turret- Precision artillery with the right spotter. Also makes for a nasty close quarters weapon in a pinch.30mm rotary cannon- 3 barrels of spewing hate. Made for shredding anything with light or no armor. Significantly lightened and cut down from it's original form, then stuffed into an ugly welded turret.drones and livability pacakge- While not Tiamat drones, the helpful critters keep the tank in excellent condition regardless of the local environment. Screw the turret, enjoy extra crew quarters and an automated driving program. Numerous prepopulated storage options are included on the outside of the tank.>The MonocycleNitro Engine- Delimited speed, unlimited fun.Rocket pod- a load adorable and tiny rockets make for a vicious "once per" attack.
>>2189489>MardukPatrolman's Uniform - We are the long dick of the law, better dress like it instead of some pansy hiding behind riot gear>DezzaTrauma Package - We put the poor girl through a lot>The Tank (Can we name this thing?)Drone Package - We go through aerial spotters rather fast, and 30mm isn't that great against tanks, and 20mm is more than enough against humans.>The MonocycleNitro Engine - I FEEL THE NEED, THE NEED FOR SPEED!
>>2189489Pick 1 of each>Primary WeaponBullpup DMRovercharged particle riflemining laserSquad automatic weaponElectro laser>Secondary Weapon1887 winchester bootleghand cannon, Hunting.silenced machine pistolone shot flamethrowerill be by tomorrow to wrap this one up.
>>2189492>Primary WeaponDMR - Reach out and touch>Secondary WeaponWinchester - We are the law in this barren wasteland.
>>2189492>DMR>silenced machine pistol
>>2189492>mining laser>hand cannon, Hunting.No such thing as overkill.
Dmr and the machine pistol
>>2189489>patrolmam uniformEh, other anon convinced me.>reflex boosterEvery little scrapper wants to be a ninja!>drone packageSomething to clean up after D I guess Stupid organics require so much maintenance.>Nitro Engine>>2189492I don't know much about guns so I'll just go with whatever. But didn't Marduk already have a primary weapon?
>>2189491This>>2189492Bullpup DMR Hand Cannon
>>2189930>>2189908>>2189879>>2189550>>2189519>>2189495current high roll for hidden trait in Atlas is 39. is this our final choice?>>2189483<Atlas: Wrecker status removed>Roll a 1d100 for Atlas to determine what secrets have been uncovered within it.
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>2189483>>2190180I didn't realize it was a higher-is-better type table.
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>2189483>>2190180Rolling for hidden trait
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2190180
>>2190409some small snippets of color to wrap this up. happy new year.>The Monocyclehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWkMXbMjEPkA few weeks ago a scrap merchant had used the outpost as a layover on his way to City01. His flatbed was laden with oddities from an abandoned race track deep in scrapper territory, nearly unmolested. Dezza's fascination with machines was only enabled by the presence of May, and when they found a vintage carburated Gunginer Twin nitro engine with boosted analogue electrical controls. The man was very adamant about keeping the machine, until on a whim he traded it for something as simple as a few pictures of May and D. He left later that day with a plan to sell some sort of "pinup calendar."Dezza's red monocycle had undergone carefully disassembly, being pulled apart, each part cleaned and refurbished. while it certainly wasnt new it looked like a well loved machine from yesteryear, which was not far off from the truth. The real item of note was the nova hot Twin Nitro sitting at it's heart, a nearly 300% increase in available kilowatt power over the old Komburstr D-LX. The engine finally awake, screaming and kicking out blue hot exhaust that formed sock diamonds. The first ride was a white knuckle experience that she only survived due to inhuman reflexes courtesy of a nervous co-processor and parallel synth-nerves, and a now functional active aerodynamic surface set. The tank might be her home, but the bike was clearly her heart for the moment.>The Tankhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8co2K_PaHosThe tank became host to a Scrapper drone swarm and module. Not really the peer of their tiamat competitors, the boxy 4 legged drones would serve loyally, repairing the vehicle and cleaning up where available. The interior was heavily stripped of all everything aside from driving controls to make room for storage and workable, if not somewhat small living quarters. Home is where the heart is, Dezza herself is not quite sure if hers is still back in that ruined section of city where it was blown out of her chest, or in the tank.
>>2190897https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRgXPNsWlFY>WeaponsIn a shockingly generous move, Clyde had earmarked a crate of weapons for the crew. A simple note read "These are beauts, to be sure, but who the hell is gonna be able to use these? Rather em' get use than collect dust." The metal lid of the crate slide off easily enough, revealing weapons stacked on top of each other.>the DMRA dark grey polymer and metal Designated Marksman Rifle with no brand name sat on top. With no manufacturer's mark it was clearly a one off prototype, or some local gunsmith's masterwork. The rifle occupied a space between a normal rifle and sniper weapon, serving to support people at a medium range with precision shots off of conventional ammunition. Hard angled and sleek, with various drilled holes and slotted lines, it looks like what someone thought the future was going to be once upon a time.>Winchester 1887 bootlegClearly modified , it has been sawn off at the barrel and stock, with an enlarged cocking lever that allows for theatrical spinning to cock and load the weapon. Still, the aged and beaten wood, with a pitted and scratched barrel evokes something inside your digital mind. This was not for Dezza, you tuck it away inside your jacket, opposite of the revolver.>silenced machine pistolThis is a Halisphex product, adapted to use Mac-V's most common ammunition, the 10mm. Not sold or used outside of the company, it is a form of identification to other Halisphex agents. Every angle on the gun was smoothed out to leave it with an almost organic finish and shape, the material is a semi transparent smoky amber color.>mining laserA very abused mining laser, the optical focus on it no longer is aimed for peak efficency at the 3 inch range, but at about 8 yards. Its not likely to dig through feet of rock per minute anymore, but it will probably bore through several torsos per second.>hand cannonA ridiculous piece. One shot, breach loading, with a bore just over 2 inches. Whoever hunted with this had no intention of missing, or collecting a trophy. The ammo is almost impossible to find, but a competent reloader or supplier could make it.Thankfully the tank's newly expanded hold can accommodate the new equipment.
>>2190904https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyEusKu44wc>DezzaThe time after the scrapper battle was possibly a bigger challenge for Dezza than the time leading up to it. There was no panic, no fight to be had. Just...life, and adjustment to her new reality. Everything she knew was over, and her brother's records confirmed that, over and over...and over. It wasn't until the locals dragged her away from brooding that she realized the destruction made way for new growth. New opportunity, new choices and she was going to seize it, all of it. Long excursions out into the scrap wastes with the UDL auxiliary teams served to keep the area safe, her distracted, and find valuable scrap resources. A new addition to the wastes took the form of a ship that was dropped from orbit, as it punched through the one way shields and momentary broke the sky to show the black of space behind it, numerous eyes watched eagerly. It still had power, despite it's condition. Numerous retrothursters fought in vein to stop it's descent as it executed a graceless bellyflop, warping and shattering the kilometer long vessel in several places. Countless factions headed to strip what prizes they could, few had any intention of sharing.In a fairly wide lakebed of sorts, a shining glint screeched across the distance, kicking up a dust trail in it's wake. The upgraded monocycle made short work of the tip to the fallen craft, the ground was still smouldering when Dezza arrived. She took the most immediate entry point possible and moved in to grab any equipment or supplies she could. While not any sort of hacker, a borrowed tiamat drone was able to interface with the broken ship's dieing computer system to guide her towards the nearby medical bay. She saw no medicine, or other equipment of use, but endless silver bags. Cybernetics. Clearly the occupants of this ship were only treated here as a last resort, or perhaps as a first. She grabbed as many of the smaller items as she could stuff in her riding bag and got out just as much larger and more heavily armed forces were arriving to claim their prize.--Back in the safe haven of New3, she took her prizes to May-Bell for review. Combat augmentics, made by a generic OEM, penal grade. Of all the various eyes, data jacks, and other items, two stood out to Dezza. A trauma pack and reflex booster. Without telling Marduk or Atlas, she went under the knife, or in this case, the drone. Surgical machines carefully opened her skull, and remaining skin, laying in delicate wires, odd modules, and protective membranes over surviving organs within her chest...when she came to the evidence of her self improvement could be seen in numerous fine scars across her torso, neck, back, and skull. This was her path now.
>>2190947https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLG3S4yERWM>Marduk...or Joe Steel?The patrolman leathers fit over you like they always belonged. Considering your body is a Mac-V police enforcer, it is probable. Still, the brush with May's organic mind has left you questioning a lot of things that used to seem very absolute. The irony is they are trivial. The synthetic leather creek as you turn to ID approaching foot steps. You already knew who it was."Lookin' handsome...handsome." She grins a bit at her witticism, the gap toothed smile framed by plush lips and a freckled face. "feelin' real good to not be a slave in my own body anymore. Thanks again for that." Her usual outfit of coveralls and nothing else has been replaced by work pants, boots and your old jacket which seems to have been shortened at the torso. Without the heavy duty zipper closed it tries valiantly, if in vein to leave something to the imagination.>"Utilization of jacket closure is advisable."With arms up and her arms behind her head, she stretches nonchalantly "..zipper's teeth feel real nice across my skin. Reminds me of you, besides, the breeze feels good." as she lets her arms down, the explanation now has visual aid.>"Enough. What do you actually want?""Ya know...I saw some of those thoughts when we were together. How old are you?" she leans up on a wall near you.>"That data is not negotiable.""Oh come on now!" body language: foot stomp. elevated blood pressure. Clenched fist. Aggravation.>you sidetrack "When we interfaced, you also had hidden information. May-Bell is not a valid identifier given to you by your father. Just a software place holder.""Sorta fits me now. Not sure the old name is me anymore. Maybe you're feelin' the same there...Marduk" the look you get penetrates more thoroughly than any deep scaning x-ray vision."Are you still planning ta.hhmmpf!" you quickly clamp a hand over her mouth.>"Don't ask." the capacitors in your hands whine as they reach peak charge. you let her go after a moment. That data is yours and yours alone.She huffs indignantly "..keep those secrets, mr. "Tall Dark and Mysterious" already know mosta' it anyway. fuckin' grouch. grump. asshole."you both sit in silence, staring out over the warehouse roof at the bustle of life below. "Ya know you can open up to me. Probably the only one who knows you like this.">"Standard organic is inefficient and overly drawn out."--continued.
>>2191060"Hmm...well I wanna share..sorta..no..I wanna give ya somethin before you're headin off. Its not very much, but you're the closest thing ah' got to a real friend." the statement perplexes you as to the intent.Standing in front of you she places a finger on your badge which traces up to your faceplate, then turns around and reaches up and parts her mane of glossy red hair. After a bit she clears her throat "Go on ahead. You already know the ropes for this one." Her data jack seems to have been replaced instead of removed, the skin around it smooth and unblemished. Pitted steel slides into the polymer socket with a final audible click.----The ride over bumpy terain is mostly aborbed by D's tank. In transit and with little to do, you review the consequences of your actions. Change. The scars of change endlessly carved this place, its population, and even you. Many competing plans are in motion, the variables fluid.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjXH0H6hxTI-Marduk>Patrolman 01, Joe Steel.------------Thank you for sticking through for Silent Stars, Side Story, vol 2. A happy new year if you are reading this now, stay tuned. Up next is an arc starring Dezza.
<Bonus>A horrible metal on nightmare sound emerged from Atlas's EATR unit as it charged headlong into a Scrapper barricade that was blocking their progress. The metal behemoth plowed forward into a blistering hail of weapons fire, moving far too fast. Overdrive was in full effect as Atlas crashed into a homemade tank, shattering it's armor and deforming the structure. Plunging a saw into the side of it, a large explosion signals the destruction of something important. Likely the ammo. The ensuing shock wave rocks D's tank from side to side. In a newly formed pit, the profile of the industrial mech is visible amongst the haze and falling dirt.--"Atlas..that is weird." You look at D without understanding. This is just like the Tiamat drones.A thick grey sludge pours out of the various small rents in your armor, steadily coating your various surfaces. A small pile of scrap metal steadily vanishes next to you over the course of several hours while D drives on. When the nanobots have finished, you look good as new.All the nanomachines cannot fix the knowledge you recovered from your damaged data drives. AKSK was liquidated, assets dumped, and It's glorious history erased. Betrayed. If an entire city can be reborn, or at least the idea of that city, so too could a company?--Gained AKSK nano bots. Down time repairs and eventual full functionality recovery are available.
>>2191095What would've a 100 given us? Because these things seem overpowered
Thanks NonGent. That was a good read. Not sure I'm ready to play Dezza though. Zombie robots are still pretty scary.
>>2191160Despite what it seems, Mac-V is a pretty mild threat environment. The ability to slowly self repair is nice but only reduces downtime.also: loot table of what could have been.1: command activated WMD and a mission.Lows: A voice synthesizer and module.teens: flamethrower "breath" weapon.20s: cutting beam30s: Secondary mobility units (feet mounted treads to get around faster.inb4 giant robot lolerskates)40s nanobots (self repair over time)50s: compact fusion reactor60s: Mobility upgrade (remove clumsy stat negative effect, can dodge now)70s: strength upgrade (turn rip and tear up to 11, remove saws)80s: Shields90s : Jump jets (limited flight)100: miniaturized antimatter reactor>>2191294Unsure if you are being facetious or not. Dezza's arc will involve trying to save her former home from itself, life as a newly minted cyborg, and the impact of trading flesh for augmentations.--So, here we are at the end of this quest. If you have time, let me know what you think, if you didnt play and just lurked, what sort things ruined something for you, or what was done good, Im just an anon, so feel free to be as direct as you want.
Really enjoying the story sofar! Keep up the good work!
Dark matter reactor wouldve been pretty cool
>>2191873But in the event that it's breached it wouldn't be all that cool......
>>2191897Yeah there would have been that to worry about...