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The year is 2025
Your name is Dave, and you never asked for this.
Instead, it fell into your lap.
Over a short few months, many things have happened. You were implanted with the Bullfrog, a prototype neural interface. You met many other people, cyborgs or not. You fought for your new friends... and then things went strange.
New technologies appeared. Power shields. Power cores. Plasma weaponry. For war, for protection... Then your girlfriend made something new. Based on the concept behind power shields, she called it a 'Repulsion Drive'. Instead of deflecting enemy bullets or weapons, it just deflects itself, propelling the vehicle forth.
And then you went to Mars, and things changed. Alium technology had been sitting there, for who knows how long. Future Van Co. hired you to take down a rampant AI, and you took an artifact for yourself. It was a wormhole generator- so you used it. You and your friends found an alium world, complete with a species that had been hearing Earth's broadcasts for generations...
But now... something else with wormhole technology is arriving.

>>Previous threads can be found at:
>>Fate points: 1
>>Nano-meta: 1000 units
>>Credits: 50000

You, Amy, Lucca, and Sigma are standing in the spire- the Alium building, surrounded by Aliums.
"What?!" Amy says into her radio. "Where is it?"
<It's above us.> Grayson responds- he's still in the Sleipnir, along with everyone else. <And...>

It cuts off.

And then Valeq, one of the aliums, collapses. Then the other aliums start collapsing, eyes rolling into the back of their head.
Amy and Sigma do too, falling unconscious. Something ebbs at your consciousness, and you're having trouble staying awake. Lucca sways, but bites her lip. "Let's go." She said, somewhat woozily.

>Roll 1d100. Taking first roll only.

Who's betting its the "others"?

>>19908788
>>Can be found at: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NearFuture%20Cyborg%20Quest , I mean.

>>19908788
>>Roll 1d100. Taking first roll only.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No.

rolled 32 = 32

rolling.
lets do this.

>>19908812
Fucken tg dice.

Your grasp on consciousness suddenly releases, and you fall forward, your body refusing to move properly.
"Dave!" Lucca calls, and everything goes dark.

You catch... snippets, in your forced unconsciousness. Small moments, and small phrases.
"Oh my god, there's two of them." You remember Lucca saying, dragging you with her.
You remember a series of glowing, burning glyphs, identical to the first time you touched the alien technology, burrowing into your mind like an insidious song.
"Dave? Wake up, Dave!" Lucas says, shaking you. "They took her!"

Eventually, Onyx translates the few glyphs you see.
<<Leave the toys.>> The glyph says, . <<Take the pets. Take our brother's tool, as well.>>

When you come to, you're sitting in the Sleipnir, Lucca on one side, Lucas on the other, and Sigma lying on his back, several plates of armor removed on his leg- and his leg is bandaged.
"Dave?" Lucca asked.

>>19908874
Oh fuck they took amy didn't they? ITS FUCKING ON NOW!

>>19908874
"Huh? What happened to Sigma?"

"Huh? What happened to Sigma?"
"He was knocked out by. . .whatever they did, and then when they took the warp drive, he woke up and fought." Lucca said.
"They... took everyone else." Lucas said, gritting his teeth. "Amy, Douglass, Grayson, Epsilon.. the entire science team. . .They didn't take the four of us, but that's it."
You sit up.
"They took Amy?"
Solemnly, Lucas nods.
You grit your teeth.
"It's fucking on, now." You growl.

>>19908970
Do we still have the wormhole generator?

time to get azure a body its ass kicking time

>>19908982
I think that what's meant by "warp drive".

>>19908982
No, they took it. read the post above yours.

Do we have a copy of the information we took from it? I am not entirely sure, what exactly it did. If we understand the information stored on it, we could perhaps emulate its effect.

>>19908982
warp drive IS the wormhole generator, so no. WE'RE DOING THIS OLDSCHOOL *after a quick chat with the asurians about wtf just happened, and asking them for help.

wait we cant warp fuck that means were stranded

"Do we still have the wormhole generator?"
"No." Lucca said. "My drones watched them tear it out of the wall. Then they did... something, and burned these symbols into my head. They didn't touch anything else."
You stand, and make sure your power suit is still active- It is.
They didn't take everything made of alium tech, at least- You still have the teleporter built into your bullfrog.

<Azure.> You say. <Time to get you a body.>
<What? Why?>
<It's ass kicking time. Get onto the sleipnir's computers and start designing one.> You say.
<What about materials?>
<Use the atomic goop.>
<Y-yes, Dave.> Azure says. You connect to the computer core, and feel Azure leave your body.

"Dave, what are you doing? They took the wormhole artifact." Lucca said, depressed. "We're stranded here."

You check your bullfrog's data-banks, and you still have all of the information you got from the artifact, in translated form.
>Roll 1d100 on reverse-engineering. Taking highest of first three rolls.

rolled 25 = 25

>>19909059
I'll try my luck.

rolled 2 = 2

Good luck Dave! Let your AIs help you if they can.

rolled 28 = 28

100 plz.

>>19909074
>>19909072
Could it be that the dice function is fucked these days?

>>19909076
>>19909074
>>19909072
I think it would be easier to simply fail at everything from now on.

well fuck

rolled 89 = 89

>>19909072
>>19909074
>>19909076

Well, well. I am fine with this, if this means it takes some time before we can reroll (lets us regenerate some brain for magic bullshit as well)

If those are the only roll towards reverse engeneering I propose using our fatepoint however. (We have one, right?)

rolled 65 = 65

welp looks like were stranded people rolling for Azure being a badass

>>19909059
Fate point.
This is too important.
They've got our friends, our girl and our only way outta here.
Fuck these assholes, let's make 'em pay.

>>19909059
What are we actually trying to reverse-engineer? If it's the wormhole device and our this is the only shot we get at it, I agree with >>19909096

>>19909103
Seconded, I suggest we fatepoint.

>>19909103
Using a fatepoint simply to hurry unprepared towards enemies would be a waste in my eyes. However if it is needed to go there at all within an acceptable timeframe I am (as said before) for it.

<Onyx.> You say. <Tell me what I need to know to make one of these.>
<I will.> Onyx says. . .and then suffuses your mind in gibberish. Torrents of unintelligble data race through your head. It burns through your head, rampaging. It's painful, more painful than grasping the glyphs while you were on mars. More painful than getting shot. More painful then getting hit by a car- the thing that started all of this.

"Dave!" Lucas says, shaking you. When you come to, you feel that you've been biting down hard on your tongue. You pull it back into your mouth. . and simply sit down, like everyone else is.
Nobody says anything.

You can try again.
You remember making amy swear to stop you if you tried messing with more alium tech... But she's not here now, is she?
>FATE POINT VOTE INITIATED: USE IT?
>[] Yes.
>[] No.

>>19909119
YES, If we keep it and never use it whats the point of never having it?

>>19909119
WHAT
WOULD
WE
BE
USING
THAT
FATE POINT
FOR
?

>>19909119
>no.

Rest, try again in a few hours. Think about all of this rationally. Lets see if Onyx can make anything of the stuff in the meantime.

>>19909138
>For reverse engineering the information on the wormhole generator.

>>19909163
Ah, thanks. Do we get another try if we don't?

rolled 93 = 93

no we shall wait and do our fuck you hackery by focusing on our teleporter aluim tech considering they can tell if u use wormhole we shall develop our own way rolling for it.

>>19909119
Do we even have brainmatter left to try again? I mean it is kind of insane to try this with 5% of our Brain. Trying it with even less would be plain stupid.

Lets think about this: They were taken alive. They either have some interest in them staying alive or they will most likely be dead when we arrive no matter how fast we move. Rushing this will help no one

>>19909119
YES, USE THE DAMNED POINT.

>>19909179
>Just another try when your brain is healed, but that takes time.
>And you don't know exactly what 'they' plan to do with who they captured.

>>19909190
YES THE DICE GODS APPROVE

>>19909150
And in a few hours those aliens that just whipped everyone's ass could be far out of our reach with -our friend and Amy-.
After they've gone and whipped everyone's ass at that.
Plus, it isn't Dave's style at all to sit and wait around and plan when it's time to get while the gettin's good and get them with an plasma blast on their ship's ass.

Yes, use the point.

>>19909206
Another question: Would we be able to move the moment we understand it? I guess that we will need to build some kind of device first. Which means we wont catch them in a relevant timeframe anyway.

It's quiet.
Sigma is sleeping, and Lucca is sitting down, knees pulled up to her chest, while her brother paces across the bridge.

Nobody talks.

Cyan is in the Sleipnir's computers, working on translating the Others' language. Azure is in there as well, designing... something for herself.
Magenta is in your head, preparing for combat.

Onyx is ticking. Doing.. something. He's trying to reverse engineer the teleporter on his own. . but fruitlessly.

<No.> you tell Onyx.
<What?>
<We do this *our* way. Reverse-engineer the teleporter.>
<The teleporter only has a range of->
<I'll do it, then.> You growl, and close your eyes. You focus.

You're drifting above a city, riding a massive dragon. Above you drifts a strange, unknown blackness, reaching down with long, sinous tentacles, tearing up parts of the city. The boogeymen, you suppose.

You don't care.
You scream down, toward a small pile of strange, alien glyphs, and you dive into it, as if it were a deep, deep pool.

Now, you hardly understand how power cores work, despite how much Amy explained it to you. Something about friction.
You don't understand power shields at all.
You don't understand plasma weaponry.

But this... you understand this. The stars align... and you understand it. You understand all of it. It's beautiful. English doesn't have the words to explain it.. but you can still make it with nano-meta.
You gasp, and sit up, a schematic dancing in your head.

"What is it?" Sigma asked, re-fastening his armor.

>>19909270
>Forgot to mention; Fate Point used.

>>19909270
Time for !!SCIENCE!!

"I can do it.. I can make another warp drive with nano-meta. Get everyone ready, we're headed after those Aliums!"

>>19909270
"I figured out a schematic for the impossibly complicated and alium teleportation system we used to get here that got stolen."
Said as Dave should be immediately getting to work on making a new teleporter.
"Chalk up another point for magic hacking bullshit. Get ready to fight, we are going to go be Big Damn Heroes."

>>19909270
It all makes sense now, it all fits. Here, I'll tell you what to make. I'm getting my girlfriend back and for a thousand years these Aliums will be telling stories of the god of war who came and burned their ships until they were blackened husks in the void.

"I can do it." You say. "I can make another warp drive with nano-meta. Chalk up another point for magic hacking bullshit. Get everyone ready. We're headed after those Aliums."
"Right." Lucca says. She takes up three large sniper rifles from a suitcase, tossing one to Sigma and one to Lucas. "We're ready."

"Now." You say, plugging your bullfrog into the systems. "I'm getting my girlfriend back, and for a thousand years, these aliums will be telling stories of the *god of war* who came and burned their ships until they were blackened husks in the void!"
You close your eyes, and quickly set the fabricator to work.

>-200 units of nanometa.

And then it's done. You walk down through the Sleipnir's halls, until you reach the storage chamber. The machine is large, with a small sphere suspended in a perfect, crystal vacuum, capacitors surrounding the device. Power builds up in the capacitors, and then the chips in the bottom store the destination... and then all of the power, at once, is focused into the floating sphere.
Into the large, complex chunk of exotic matter. Instantaneous teleportation.
As you work, you feel Azure finish his own design.. and use the fabricator as well.

>-50 units of nanometa.

<This will take some time to finish.> Azure says, as the fabrication parts start twisting and writhing, building something.

>>19909392
"I hope you'll be cute enough to make Amy jealous.."

fuck wormholes we we can teleport now. imagine the posabilities. but first we shall become the harbinger of war. our vengence is instant as is our coming. among the stars all shall hear of us n quake n terror at our coming. FOR WE ARE THE GOD OF WAR OUR BLOOD IS RED OUR HOME IS MARS OUR BIRTHPLACE EARTH ALL SHALL KNOW AND SHALL SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE US.

>>19909421
>you feel Azure finish his
Guess s/he changed back at some point or Exatypo

>>19909470
>Exatypo. Whoops!

"I hope you'll be cute enough to make Amy jealous." You say.
<... Not particularly.> Azure said. <I know what you find cute, and I have to admit.. I won't be anything like that.>

As you wait, and watch, the form that will soon be Azure starts to take shape.
It's humanoid.. but other than that, it's hard to tell exactly what it is. Tight, corded, synthetic muscle reaches throughout the entire body, and series of power shields burst from her back, six red lights sparking out.

And on her hands?
Claws. Long, monomolecular claws. She's making a goddamn drug-zombie in android form.

The head is perfectly featureless, without a face of any kind- just several sensors on the right side.

And then some of the sensors click on, and Azure tilts her head.
"I am alive." She says.

Well, now that EDI - I mean Azure - is getting a body, we can get to saving the crew of the Norma- Sleipnir.

"I am the vanguard of your destruction."

>>19909486
"Not exactly cute, but I kinda like it."

>>19909486
We need to figure out how they put us to sleep in the firstplace, that and how come the AIs didn't take our body over.

>>19909486
You're absolutely adorable, form following function and all that.

Now, you have told me that you care for Amy, we are going to show our love for her by rescuing her no matter how many Aliums have or die or laws of physics we have to break.

>>19909486
>"I am alive."
Quick, a kiss to the cheek to welcome her.

>>19909486
"So you've been studying my mind right? Why did you think I wouldn't find a perfect machine of war and death *cute*" Give her a smile.

"Not exactly cute, but I kinda like it. Form following function and all that."
"I could give it synthetic skin, if you want." Azure said, rubbing her claws together, as sparks dance away. "But it would likely end up damaged, eventually, and it would take too much processing power to use facial expressions. This is a weapon, first and foremost."
"So, you've been studying my mind, right? Why did you think I wouldn't find a perfect machine of war and death *cute*?" You ask.
"I didn't build this body with any feminine features." She said. "You're not attracted to Grayson's rifle, or your own power armor. Ishelda has more in common with what you find cute than this weapon."

"Do you know how they put me to sleep?"
".. No, I don't." Azure said. "But whatever happened, you still had root control- and you blocked us from doing or seeing anything. You seemed to resist it, but not to the level Lucca and Lucas did."

Once we're done with Azure - do we have a clue how they managed to knock us out that easily?

>>19909575
Were there any sounds, directed energy power spikes or environmental effects that occured at the same time as them turning us off?

Also how the hell did they do it when my brain is in my spine?

"Were there any sounds, directed energy power spikes, or environmental effects that occured at the same time as them turning us off? Also, how the hell did they do it when my brain is in my spine?"
"There was significant artifacting on every available wavelength." Azure said. "But the other AI in your bullfrog didn't notice that, so I suspect it's just my own glitching."

"Who are you talking t- oh god" Lucca said, walking into the room and then flinching away from Azure.
"I'm Azure." Azure says, tilting her head again. "I am a wildly unpredictable and sapient AI, inside an android body based on the same technology that power suits are based on. Hello."

Lucca just. . waved, eyes wide. "Hello."

>>19909651
"Don't worry. It's just one of the voices in my head made corporeal."

>>19909651
And people thought I was crazy for listening to the voices in my head, well here one of them is, in the synth-flesh.

Lucca, Azure is a really nice AI, calm down.

"And people thought I was crazy listening to the voices in my head." You say. "Well, here one of them is, in the synth-flesh."
"Most if it is synthetic muscle." Azure said. "And the rest is power cores and monomolecular blades."
"I see." Lucca says.
"Lucca, Azure is a really nice AI, calm down." You say.
She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.
"Okay." Lucca says. "What do we do now?"

>>19909730
We really need to find out why the twins managed to resist that well before we do anything. Otherwise we'll just get knocked out again.

>>19909730
"We kick some alium ass!"
Oh and have we tested out the weaponry on the Sleipnir?
If we haven't we need to blow up a small asteroid or something. Oh and ask some of the alien guys if they want a field trip to "Other-space". Might be educational if somewhat dangerous.

"We send the Asurians a message. They deserve to know what happened to their researcher."

Do we even know where to move? Those were the enemies we were told about right? Ask the Asurians if they know where their homeworld is. If not is there anyway to find out without visiting the other Aliens and asking them?

"We kick some alium ass!" You say.
".. Yeah, but where did they go?" Lucca asked. "They just took everyone and left. They did leave that little grey guy, though. Valeq, I think his name was."

>>19909861
"Thuuad and Valeq mentioned Others. Others between here, and Earth. We have a sizable archive of signals from that space to work with. It's simple; we find where the signals came from. And we follow them. We'll find the Others, whatever they are, and when we do, we'll use them to find the Glyphs. And when we find the Glyphs... They're going to wish they'd never been drawn."

>>19909861
Is Valeq awake? Ask someone here if they know, where those guys live. Otherwise visit the nice aliens that are at war with them.

"Thuuad and Valeq mentioned Others. Others between here and earth." You say. "We have a sizable archive of signals from that space to work with."
You stand. "It's simple. We find where the signals came from. And then we follow them. We'll find the Others, whatever they are, and when we do, we'll use them to find the... the glyphs. And when we find the glyphs, they're going to wish they'd never been drawn."

You stand, and walk toward the airlock. Azure and Lucca follow behind you, and you quickly go through decontamination procedures, as the green light bathes you. Then you step out, and toward the spire.

The inside is pandemonium. Aliums are yelling at you, roaring, their lower arms completely folded behind their backs, and their upper arms raised, fists toward you.
<<This is your fault!>>
<<You never should have come here!>>
<<You led them here!!>>

"Valeq." You say, reaching the top. "Are you awake?"
<<Y-yes.>> Valeq said. <<What happened?>>

>>19909942
The Other's enemies visited, they took people. I dislike them. I am planning on hunting them down and getting my friends back.

Give me everything you have on the Other's so I can visit them and get more information on their enemies.

>>19909942
"The Other's enemies, the fucking Glyphs. Poof. They pop in out of nowhere, and break reality in ways that even my magical bullshit hacking can't. Just about everyone goes out like a light. Apparently they wanted that artifact back. They abducted a number of people, including most of my friends. And we're going to get them back."

<<The other's enemies visited.>> you say. <<They took people. I dislike them. I am planning on hunting them down and getting my friends back.>>

<<Give me everything you have on the Others so I can visit them and get more information on their enemies.>> You say.

He nods, folding his lower arms behind his back.. then he rushes over to one of the walls covered in cubby-holes, and started taking piles and piles of scrolls out, putting them into a large bin.

<<Everyone here dislikes you now.>> He said. <<We all slept, and many messages could have been lost. We believe it is your fault. What I am doing is very illegal to my people.>>

He put a top onto the bin, and screwed it shut, then pushed it toward you.

<<Take it, and leave.>> He said. <<This is everything we have on the Others. it is my duty to restore the archives, so I am only making more work for myself. But the Others call their enemies monsters, and the universe needs many less monsters.>>

>>19910014
I will leave a trail of their corpses across the galaxy and they shall curse their acts today as the gravest mistake they ever made.

Take care of yourselves.

>>19910014
"Let them hate me if they must. I cannot bring myself to give a shit about the hate of an entire planet, or every sapient race of every developed system between here and Earth, or this whole damned galaxy, for the stupid shit I pulled with that artifact. Those things took my girl. Everyone else can sit the fuck down, or follow me on the warpath, and I don't care which. It was a pleasure to meet you, Valeq, and I'm sorry that artifact led them here. I'm not going to let them get away with this."

"I am sorry I brought them here, it was not my intention. I promise that one day, when it is safe to return, I will make reparations to your people.

"Let them hate me if they must." You say, a strange resolve in your tone. "I can't bring myself to give a shit about the hate of an entire planet, or every sapient race of every developed system between here and Earth, or this whole damned galaxy, for the stupid shit I pulled with that artifact. Those things took my girl. Everyone else can sit the fuck down, or follow me on the warpath, I don't care which." You say.

He just stares up at you.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Valeq, and I'm sorry that artifact led them here. I'm not going to let them get away with this." You say, and pick the bin up in your heavy drites, taking it back to the ship. Silently, Lucca and Azure follow.
<I can use that data on the scrolls to speed up translation.> Cyan said. <But we're still looking at several days before I can reliably translate the Others.>

>>19910115

Great. Just great. Did the ship's sensors keep recording data while we were out?

>>19910115
How hard will it be to create something that says "We are looking for your enemies and want to kick their teeth in."

We don't need a in depth conversation, just a location.

"Great. Just great." You say.
<I could speed it up if I had more computing power.> Cyan said.
"Did the ship's sensors keep recording data while we were out?"
<Yes, but we found nothing out of the ordinary.> Cyan said.
"How hard would it be to create something that says 'we are looking for your enemies and want to kick their teeth in'?"
<Just as difficult as an actual translation.> Cyan said. <After I get the basic infrastructure done, everything else will be very simple. When I can translate that much, I'll be able to translate all of it. The difficulty isn't the language, it's the method of communication.>

>>19910157
"How are we supposed to kick these thing's teeth in in the first place, if they can magical bullshit hack ME?"

>>19910115
They are supposed to be more advanced. I'm sure they will translate our language fast enough."

>>19910157
Is there anywhere nearby that you can drag more computing power from? Or should we port back home, plug this into Valhalla and then go back?

"Is there anywhere nearby that you can drag more computing power from?"
<Other than a few simple microchips, no. Their computing technology is roughly analog to what we had in the 1960s, and that will not be near enough to make a difference.>
"Or should we port back home, plug this into Valhalla, and then go back?"
<That would work, I believe. It should triple my current speed, and that's not counting the science team's computers.> Cyan said.

>>19910218
"Will Valhalla even be there? These things might have checked the other end of the wormhole, too, and invaded Earth for all we know."

>>19910218
So we spent a fatepoint to speed things up and then return home anyways?
I'm sure the extremly advanced aliens are able to translate better then we are. We visited the first aliens without speaking a language we will be fine the second time.

"Will Valhalla even be there?" You ask. "These things might have checked the other end of the wormhole, too, and invaded earth for all we know."
"No, Valhalla's still there, I think" Lucca said. "They weren't interested in our technology. They were interested in *theirs*. Otherwise they would have taken the whole ship."

>>19910263
Well, let's give this teleport thing a test drive. Drop us near earth.

"Well, let's give this teleport thing a test drive." You say. "Onyx, drop us near earth."
<Affirmative.> Onyx says.

You wait, patiently, for the capacitors to charge. The important part of the teleportation device, you know, is that it has to take in a lot of energy at one moment. So the capacitor's job is to charge up the energy and blast the exotic matter with it.

Thirty seconds, it's charged. . and then everything twists.

Lucca falls to the ground, her feet wobbling, and Azure ends up on all fours, bracing herself. You stay standing.

<We've arrived.> Onyx says.

You look out of Sleipnir's bridge, down at earth. Everything seems normal. Valhalla is still there, as is Daedalus, and you can now communicate with Talos again.

>>19910376
Talos, give me a sitrep and then slave all processing power to Cyan. Every bit we have at home, and see if you can grab some from the cloud and the satellite network.

"Talos, give me a sitrep and then slave all processing power to Cyan."
<Very little has happened since you left.> Talos said. <There is nothing different, sir. Situation is normal. Slaving processing power now.>
"Daedalus, can you grab some processing power from the cloud and satellite network?"
<I could, Lord, but one does not take to having power stolen from them well. It will be... illegal, as some say, and I could be found. But, lord, if you do not care, I can grant you as much power as you wish.>

Simple enough; Daedalus can steal processing power from every uplink he has- everyone who lives in Antarctica. The elite, the rich.. the ones with the powerful computers.

>>19910461
"Just steal surplus processing power. As much as possible that it won't interrupt anything and be noticed. And don't call me 'Lord.' YOU'RE Lord Daedalus. I'm High Lord Grand Emperor Dave."

We said it before. We're on the warpath. Fuck everyone, we're getting Amy back.

Do it. And get the weak computers too.

>>19908734
doo eet

>>19910461
> The elite, the rich.. the ones with the powerful computers.

probably not the smartest idea then.

>>19910461
Do it, but don't do it to a level that will disrupt their functioning. Just take what isn't being used and give it back if they need it.

>>19910533
This.

"Do it." You say. "Everything they aren't using, but give it back if they need it."
<Understood. If detected, I will be considered a virus... but I will be subtle.> Daedalus said.
There was a pause.
<Infinite knowledge is now yours! Glorious omniscience!> Daedalus cried. <Take it, and be mighty! Hahahaha!>
<I estimate an hour until the Others' language is cracked.> Cyan said.

>>19910569
I love you Daedalus, just don't go on a mad power trip, that's my job. Once we get it decoded don't stick around in their systems, it'd be rude.

>>19910569
That's a whole hour we might have shaved 55 minutes off of if we decided to stick it to the man.

Still probably the safe option in the long run. Just not sure how much the long run will matter for the lost...

>>19910569
When we're done, drop a simple text message that reads, "Sorry, needed to borrow your spare cycles to translate an alien language."

>>19910569
"Daedalus, if you had a corporeal body, I'd hug you. Please, never stop being so ridiculously bombastic."

>>19910569
We need to test the weapons on Sleipnir if we haven't already. I don't want to be caught in a fight with untested equipment. I vote for using the hour to blow up a couple asteroids in the asteroid belt. Combining equipment testing and venting frustrations.

"Daedalus, if you had a corporeal body, I'd hug you."
<I do, I do have a body. I reside within the eye of the world- the satellite called VC-dash-zero-zero-one-dash-alpha.> Daedalus says.

"Now, I'd best test out the Sleipnir's weapons." You say.
At that, Magenta awakens.
<Sleipnir's status: Power shields, full. Power core at ten percent utilization. Coolant is full. Disintegration cannon is prepared, with a ten second wind-up. Broadside gauss weapons prepared with no delay and full 345 degree targeting arc.>
There was a pause.
<Who do we kill today?> She asked.

>>19910710
"Just a practice run while we wait for Cyan to tell us where the sons of bitches who took Amy and the others are. Then we'll blow a hole in them once we get there."

>>19910710
"Rocks. I'm afraid it's just target practice at the moment, Magenta."

>>19910710
Later today all of the aliums who took Amy. For right now let's put you through your paces. Find some asteroids, then make sure no one ever will again.

"Rocks." You say. "I'm afraid it's just target practice at the moment, Magenta."
<Understood.>

You slowly pilot the Sleipnir toward some debris, small chunks of rock slowly circling the planet- eventually their orbit would fall into the atmosphere and burn away, so nobody cares.

You target one with the gauss broadsides, and Magenta takes control of each individual turret, twisting the 345-degree turrets, and blasting it with dozens of thick, metal needles, the kinetic force pulverizing the meteor.
<Target destroyed.> Magenta says, and you start targetting more asteroids. <Target destroyed. Target destroyed. Target damag- destroyed.>

Then you see a rather large one.. and realized you haven't tested the disintegration cannon. You've never even seen it in action. Well... it seems rather fitting to use the tool Amy made to save her.

<Wind up begun. Shields slowly decreasing to seventy-five percent.> She says, and the entire ship starts shaking. You know, from Amy's explanation, that the barrel is spinning, getting up to a certain speed.
<Disintegration cannon prepared.> She said. <Shields stable at seventy-five percent.>

So you hit the switch.
Of course, you didn't need to actually hit it.. but otherwise, where's the dramatic timing?

A pure red beam of light tears through the asteroid, and the entire ship shakes, as you see the asteroid dissolve into little more than dust.

<I am in love.> Magenta said.

>>19910803
I think if Magenta gained an obsession with science and cake, she'd be glados.

>>19910803
"I was worried that we wouldn't have a weapon capable of taking those Glyph things out. I think those worries are put to rest. Magenta, do you think we can get Amy to miniaturize this thing when we get her back, and replace the gauss with tiny disintegrator beams?

>>19910803
"That is a beauty of a thing."

Perhaps we should stock up on some more atomic goo before we go, as well.

"That is a beauty of a thing. I was worried that we wouldn't have a weapon capable of taking those glyph things out. I think those worries are put to rest. Magenta, do you think we can get Amy to miniaturize this thing when we get her back, and replace the gauss with tiny disintegrator beams?"
<Not likely.> Magenta responded. <The power drain is significant, and there are several design issues- according to the notes I have, the barrel needs to be large enough, as the inside is implanted with hundreds of repulsion drives. The smaller it is, the less effect it has. However... the larger, the more exponentially destructive. I want a bigger one.>

You sit, and think. You will no doubt need more atomic goo, so you call up Gareth, and talk through several secretaries and assistants.

"Greetings. This is Gareth, the VP of Future Van Co." Gareth responded. "Future Van Co; For all your indiscriminate grey and black van needs."

>>19910920
"Hey, it's Dave. Boy have I got a story for you. Also, schematics!"

>>19910920
I need to buy more gloop, I can't believe I thought a ton would be enough.

>>19910920
"Gareth. You accidentally got the vast majority of my friends abducted by an advanced alien civilization of floating scribbles that have made the laws of physics their bitch. I'd like a further discount on atomic goo for my troubles. I considered going to the complaints department about this, but it seemed a little out of their league."

"Hey, it's Dave." You say. "I need to buy more gloop. I can't believe I thought a ton would be enough."
"Oh?" He asks.
"I already used up five hundred pounds of it." You say.
". . Oh. How much more Nano-meta do you intend on buying? With your twenty-five percent off discount, a single unit is seventy-five credits." Gareth said.

>Current nano-meta: 750 units
>Current credits: 50,000

>>19910984
we are thinking too small scale.

Offer him teleporter schematics for unlimited/how to produce goop.

>>19910984
"Make it fifty. Poking around in your business got some very angry aliens after me."

>>19910980
>You accidentally got the vast majority of my friends abducted by an advanced alien civilization of floating scribbles that have made the laws of physics their bitch.
Dude what? That wouldn't have happened if we hadn't stolen his wormhole generator.

>>19910984
Another ton?

>>19911075
don't. Right now we have a monopoly. More of what we already have is not worth losing the monopoly on teleporters.

"Make it fifty." You say. You'd get a whole other ton, but you don't have enough credits to get it- you'd need another twenty-five thousand.

"Right." He says. "I'll deliver it to Valhalla within the hour."

>Current nano-meta: 800 units
>Current credits: 46,250

"Was there anything else?"
You're tempted to do a few things. Yell at him about his alien artifact (that you stole), or trade him the schematic of the teleporter for all the goop in the world, or... something. You're not sure.

>>19911092
Which we wouldn't have taken if he hadn't been head of a VAN COMPANY, who couldn't be trusted with such a thing. He awakened an ancient evil, and we were the unwitting patsy!

>>19911154
We didn't steal it, we moved it away from him so he wouldn't get into more trouble. Yes. That's it.

>>19911154
We need to leave a dead drop of wormhole tech and our knowledge if we don't get back. Humanity must know.

>>19911154
Trade the teleporter schematic for all the goop ever. It's just a way of moving things very quickly.

>>19911245
And royalties, of course.

Don't trade the teleporter schematics, it's too powerful to be given to a corporation.
If we trade anything it should be the radio schematics instead.

>>19911245
I am sure the head of a van-company would greatly appreciate new technology which would soon put him and his primary products out of business.

Trade the teleporter tech for all the goop. ever. all of it.

and how to produce it.

Oh God. OH GOD. Where is ishelda?!

I like the idea of a dead drop. Leave the teleporter info with our Satellite AI with instructions to drop it off to E E if it doesn't hear from us within two weeks. Also the info about enemy aliums.

"I.. have a technology you may be interested in." You say.
"Oh? Please, go ahead and tell me."
"A teleporter." You say. "Instantanious travel from one location to another, using a complex system of injecting electronic power into exotic matter."
"I..." He blinks. "That was the artifact that went missing." He said. "You have it? And even more... you know how it works?"
"And I can replicate it." you say. "I have the schematics in front of me."
"And you want..."
"More nano-meta." You say. "As much as I can carry, and more. A 100% discount, to say the least."
He's silent, and you realize... you don't know where Ishelda is.

<Where's Ishelda?> You ask.
<They... They took her too.> Azure responds.

"Come show it to me." Gareth says. "I'll want to see it in action, before I decide."

>>19911349
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
With that shit van co. can become the undisputed most powerful corp.

>>19911282
Of course he would appreciate it, his company would be one of very few with the knowledge of it.

>>19911374
Not the slightest clue.

>>19911392
1.Build nuke using atomic goo
2.Teleport nuke directly up someone you don't like's ass
3.????
4.Profit!

>>19911374
>>19911392
>I go by consensus, and the consensus was 'two for, one against, one neutral'

u fucking idiots why why WHY now corps will know wat we have you fucking god damn it leave for a couple hours and look what happens.

>>19911349
"I have two conditions, Gareth. One; this is my technology. You are distributing it, not owning it. I don't promise exclusivity, but you're probably going to be the only one with this tech for a while, so you pretty much DO have exclusivity for the time being. Two; if you abuse this technology for some petty bullshit plot to take over the world, I will fuck you. It might not be today, or tomorrow, but when I return from the void, my works afar done, I WILL fuck you, effortlessly, if you've pulled some bullshit with what I'm about to give to you, for mere access to your nanometa industrial equipment. Understood?"

Show him the power to poof anywhere at will, by poofing to him.

>>19911440
And then he builds two nukes, teleports one into our Antarctica base, and one directly onto our ship.

>>19911431
That's not as terrible a thing as you're making it out to be. We do still require their help, especially if we don't have Amy.

>>19911461
And then we bullet time and teleport them right back? Come on.

>>19911461
>implying we won't have anti-teleportation shielding by the time he figures out the basics of teleportation technology from our schematics to repulse that shit right back in his van-loving mug
We're Dave. We can handle this git.

>>19911488
>>19911481
Shouldn't we sell that tech to EE instead?

>>19911481
And then he sends twelve more from different bases.
With the goop he could have hundreds of teleporters and thousands of nukes (or for that matter EMPs Gas bombs, Thermobaric warheads, Plasma bombs, ect.).

Turn up at his doorstep. We have the technology to make vans irrelevant, so we should be able to demand anything up to 50 % ownage of the company.

>>19911461
exactly

i mean come on people were supposed to be a god of war. sharing tech which will undoubtedly rape us in the ass with a fucking elephant dick is an EXTREMELY bad idea i mean do u having any fucking idea how powerful teleport tech is?

>>19911504
Emulsified Electronics is not an industrial titan. It deals in electronics and implants. They don't have the factories and sheer amounts of nanometa we need.

Though, of course, we could get Gareth to become a subsidiary of EE as part of the deal.

"I have two conditions, Gareth." You say. "One; this is my technology. You are distributing it, not owning it. I don't promise exclusivity, but you're probably going to be the only one with this tech for a while, so you pretty much DO have exclusivity for the time being. Two; if you abuse this technology for some petty bullshit plot to take over the world, I will fuck you. It might not be today, or tomorrow, but when I return from the void, my works afar done, I WILL fuck you, effortlessly, if you've pulled some bullshit with what I'm about to give to you, for mere access to your nanometa industrial equipment. Understood?"

"Uh.. understood." He said.

<Take me, and only me, to him.> You tell Onyx.
Onyx calculates a few numbers, and you hear the teleporter charge. . .

And then you're standing in front of Gareth.

He drops the phone.

"Hi." You say.
". . .How about this." He says, getting his self-control back. "We only require two teleporters for the time being. One here, and one on Mars. You deliver both of them, install them, put whatever safeguards you want, it doesn't matter as long as one can move from one to the other. In trade, you will gain five tons of nanometa now, and a fifty percent discount from now on."

>>19911504
Can EE provide us with all the atomic goop ever?

>>19911533
10% from all earnings of the mars stuff and we have a deal.

>>19911533
"No. At least seventy-five percent and access to your factories. In addition, I'd ask that you strongly consider becoming a part of the Emulsified Electronics family, as they're on the up and up and are probably the most qualified to keep you from having another Mars Incident and advise you on the tech you're digging up. I know all that, because they're the reason that I'm here, right now, with this offer, thanks to that Bullfrog they put in my spine. That much will get you a teleporter network between Earth and Mars."

>>19911539
And what exactly are we going to do with all the goop ever?
Build a superfluous ship? A house in the Bermudas? More Drites?
There is nothing we need that much goop for.

>>19911590
Whatever the hell we want.

>>19911608
Or we keep the tech and make infinite money with teleporter vacation deals, and buy all the goop. With the added benefit of never having to worry about a nuke being dropped on our face while we sleep.

>>19911590
>There is nothing we need that much goop for.
We're about to go butt heads with a hyperadvanced alien civilization. We do, in fact, need all of that goop to build a ship big and well-armed enough to slap their shit, or at least run a gauntlet to get to wherever the Others are and where they're holding our friends. Sleipnir as it is will not cut it. So, no, the 'superfluous ship' is not so superfluous.

>>19911648
Physical size means nothing in space combat. Especially with non-physical weapons, such as the disintegrator cannon, or their magic bullshit brain hack.

>>19911533
50% of the money you make with the tech, in money or goop.

"No." You say. "Ten percent of all of the profit you get from mars."
"Sorry, but I won't be able to accept that." He said. "It's much too much for us."
"At least seventy-five percent off, and access to your factories."
He stopped, and put his hand to his chin.
"Yes." He said. "Five tons of nano-meta, a 75% discount, and access to your factories for two teleporters- one here, and one on mars. Do we have a deal?"

You consider calling off the deal- he is an unknown factor, other than sending you on the mars mission, and you certainly don't want to eat any nukes... and you could always just.. take nano-meta if you really wanted.

>[] Deal
>[] No Deal
>[] Further negotiation?

>>19911579
Skip the merger, I think.

If this comes back to bite us in the ass, I'm going to bring up that it is your fault every day until Space Cyborg Quest is over.

>>19911729
Deal, and suggest partnering with EE about the Mars tech.

>>19911729
50% of the transport fees, however they decide to use the teleporters.

>>19911688
>Physical size means nothing in space combat.
Carrying more weaponry and having more hull that needs to be slagged to make the thing non-operational is nothing?

>Especially with non-physical weapons, such as the disintegrator cannon
Which we can carry more and bigger of with a larger overall ship.

>or their magic bullshit brain hack.
Which we can presumably fight by augmenting our own magical bullshit brain hack capabilities with a supercomputer of suitable size. Or by turning them to vapor with disintegrator cannons. Of course, we'll have to figure out some form of anti-wormhole technique before we can fight them in any mundane manner, otherwise they'll just teleport past our guns.

>>19911729
"Deal. Remember what I said earlier, Gareth, and we'll get along fine. And... Don't dig too deep on Mars. You might dig something up you'll wish you hadn't."

>>19911745
So you're gonna be a whiny bitch about it?

>>19911729
No that's a shitty deal. Reject that, pay him for the goop and let's go save Amy

>>19911792
When they can teleport whatever they want into your ship, it doesn't matter how big it is. 500 yard or 3 miles, they can still line every inch of it with nukes.

>Also, just so you know, he's said you can put whatever safeguards you wish on it, as long as it goes from the 'earth teleporter' to the 'mars teleporter' and vice versa.

>>19911814
That's why the two teleporters we're making for them are slaved to target the area of the other, with a backdoor for Daedalus to monitor their attempts to hack the targeting locks.

>>19911846
>Daedalus
I mean, Talos. Got my quest demi-god AIs confused.

>>19911843
So what they want is basically a fast connection to mars, right?

>>19911846
I'm talking about the aliens. Teleporters are their technology, and I'm sure they are exceedingly good at weaponizing it.

For that matter they could just teleport half of our ship away, then separate the rest of it into thousands of tiny pieces, scattered across the galaxy.

>>19911843
Make it a 6 month contract so we can renegotiate then, and we have a deal, I'd say.

>>19911881
Which is why we need to design a countermeasure for it.

>>19911843
If we can hardwire it, then I recind my outright objection. We should try to make it so they cannot reverse engineer it though.

>>19911881
Ah, missed that conversation thread.

"Deal." You say. "Remember what I said earlier, Gareth, and we'll get along fine. And... don't dig too deep on mars. You might dig something up you'll wish you hadn't. I recommend you speak with EE about what you find, as they're on the up and up and are probably the most qualified to keep you from having another Mars Incident and advise you on the tech you're digging up. I know all that, because they're the reason that I'm here, right now, with this offer, thanks to that Bullfrog they put in my spine." You say. "Anyway, this deal can last for six months, and then we renegotiate."
"I'll consider speaking with Emulsified Electronics, then" He said. "And yes, we can renegotiate in six months. Will you require use of the factories to produce the teleporters, or any additional nano-meta?"

>>19911846
>A backdoor for Daedalus
No backdoors. Backdoors can be used by other people as well. We're probably going to have to put a copy of Onyx in the teleporters anyway to keep them connected over the constantly shifting distance between the planets. He can deal tell us if they try shit.

>>19911924
Effectively the same thing, really.

>>19911903
Tamper proof it. And by tamper proof I mean we fit a thermobaric bomb inside, with a trigger similar to a safe lock-out mechanism. Completely non-electronic.
Open the box, break the glass, lose the box.

>>19911923
Make it on our faricator at their expense.

>>19911958
Yeah, seems like the smartest way to handle this.

"I'll require five hundred units." You say. "But I won't need the factory."

"Understood." He said, nodding.

<Onyx, beam me up.> You say.
<... It doesn't work like that.> Onyx says. <I can teleport you *from* near the teleporter, to somewhere else, but I can't bring you from somewhere else.>
<.. Teleport a raven to me.> You say, and leap out the window.

The raven appears just below you, and with awesome-action-movie-like skills, you climb in, activate it, and fly back up to the Sleipnir.

Now. For safeguards. First, you need a thick casing over the actual mechanics- they don't need to know how it works.. Second, a tamper-proof, explosive shell outside of that, strong enough to destroy the actual mechanics. Third, fork onyx and make certain that he'll only obey you, and make sure that the teleporter's targets remain locked on one another. No info ports to the AI himself- they don't need to speak with him.

>Any further safeguards?

>>19912018
>No info ports to the AI himself- they don't need to speak with him.
Won't a semi-sentient AI go crazy with nothing to do?

>>19912018
An anti-telegibbing mechanism. Make sure it won't teleport if there's debris on the other side that would result in harmful melding. Make it so it can clear that debris, too.

>>19912035
Then we make it a lobotomized version.

>>19912049
Wouldn't that be unethical? They're our AI-buddies, after all.

>>19912018
We could place the teleporter on earth in an EE facility.

>>19912072
It's just a fork. Leaving it to become insane is more unethical.

>>19912035
It can play vidya gaems with its twin on earth/mars.

>>19912102
We could put something in there to keep it entertained. It would only be for 6 months, I hope.

>>19912018
Well, why not make a new AI specifically made for our purposes?

<Would your forks go insane with nothing to do?>
<Not at all.> Onyx said. <Especially not if you set them not to modify themselves. We are not sapient beings, although we seem to be. Except for Azure.>

>>19912123
Because we already have one for that purpose.

>>19912132
<Alright. Guess I'll go ahead with the forks, then. Anything else you can think of, Onyx?>

rolled 29 = 29

>>19912132
just safety features like not splinching anyone.

all computing double checks the safety of the "landing zones" as well as all calculations of position and relative velocity. safety is the watchword

Wait, hold up guys, do we know if onyx is still loyal? Azure said he rxtensivly self modified after interfacing with the alien box on mars.

>>19912235
>Onyx already does that. He has since you first got the teleporter in NFC.

<Alright. Guess I'll go ahead with the forks, then. Anything else you can think of, Onyx?>
<Keep them stupid.> He says. <Make them think that the teleporter has requirements that it does not. Such as a pad that they must stand on. Such a thing is common in media.>

You nod, and get to work with the Nano-meta you have. Soon enough, the teleporters are done, complete with modified forks of Onyx, each honing in on one another. You install one in the Chrysler Building, and the other. . . on mars.

<Dave.> Cyan says, right after you finish your drones installing the second teleporter. <The translation is complete. I know what the Others are.>

<They call themselves the Tothraknid. And they call their enemies 'the Emperors'.>

>Fate points: 0
>Nano-meta: 5800 units
>Current credits: 46,250
>>End of thread!
>>I'm sticking around to answer questions
>>And my twitter is @futureexabyte

>>19912310
How are fate points acquired, again? Not counting colossal fuck ups on your part.

rolled 58 = 58

>>19912332
that is how fate points are acquired...

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>>19912332
>Either when I fuck up, or on whims of my own, or when you guys end up doing something ridiculously awesome.
>Getting Fate Points in NFCQ and SCQ are likely easier than SORQ

Also, here are my notes on how the teleporter works

>>19912369
We should definitely put some vacuum tubes on the teleporters.

>>19912382
Neon lighting, too.

>>19912382
And a little speaker so it can make a teleportation sound effect.

>>19912382
Have it play annoying elevator music all the time when not in use.

>>19912406
I think that one's a bit excessive.

>>19912406
Hilarious, but no. Maybe on something we send to our enemies.

>>19912406
"Yeah, the teleporting is cool and all, but you can take it back. We can spend months in space to get to mars instead."

>>19912598
>Implying we won't be teleporting elevator music on their spaceship then.

I cant recall, but did we ever get the plans for Project Immortals Telekenesis? If so, we should make a HUGE version of it and attach it to our spaceship for tractor beam awesomeness.

>>19912637
>You have it, but you never got around to making it. Apparently it uses the same tech as repulsion drives, power shields, hover plates, etc.

Just got here...

>Fuck.
>Goop:5800 units
Please tell me that's no typo.

>>19912693
It's actually a typo, but fuck it, you guys get ten tons instead of five tons.

>>19912724
Would you mind telling us by how much we failed our rolls today?

>>19912755
A lot.

The 'staying awake' DC was 50, and the 'reverse engineering' DC was 70.

>>19912657
You know, thinking about it, could we use repulsion technology to propel projectiles? Honestly, why bother with gauss, when we can just fire a power-core repulsor bullet at a tiny but not insignificant fraction of the speed of light?

And then again. We can always just use the ship itself as the projectile. Get a giant, bladed prow, wreath it in a disintegration field, and ram through everything at LUDICROUS SPEED, repurposing our gauss weapons for point defense and little else.

>>19912770
>A lot.

Wouldn't have guessed that...

>>19912724
I'm not seeing 10 tons. I'm seeing 5.8 tons, be it metric or imperial.

>>19912776
An short ton is 2000 lb, and each unit is two lb. So a thousand units is a single ton.

>>19912773
You could- But repulsion drives\power shields has a minimum size, so they can't be built into the bullets themselves. And putting them into the barrel to propel the bullet wouldn't be much more efficient than a gauss weapon, and it would take more energy.

Hey, just caught up to the thread. Just out of curiosity, why didn't we use our fate point to stay awake?

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As promised.

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...and the one from the previous thread.

>>19912851
That's what I'm saying.

>>19912858
Because nobody suggested it.
When it comes to fate points, I usually make a post like 'FATE POINT VOTE INITIATED' whenever anybody even mentions the 'fate point' for whatever reason.

>>19912877
>>19912870
You.
You are my favorite person of all time right now.

>>19912870
Glorious

>>19912893
Wait, you're right. I can't into math right now.

>>19912870
That is one fine hat.

>>19912905
The metric mention was based on my comment on twitter about making a unit of goop one kilo, as well.

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>>19912851
So, death field wedge-prow with secondary death ray it is. How hard would it be for us to make a massive power field based on a combination of power shield and disintegration technology?

But then, thinking harder about it, the disintegration cannon's generator needs to spin up to power itself. So it'd be awkward and unfeasible to try and make a static field around a simple ram when the field has to either keep spinning, or be focused and unleashed in a specific direction. Since it has to spin to hold the field, and since we still need a ramming point...

What if we used a drill?

>>19912870
First thing we do when we get back to SORQ is make a Mr Tea elemental.

>>19912945
It would work, especially if the drill is monomolecular, but the disintegration cannon itself would disintegrate the tip of the drill every time it fired.

>>19912870
>>19912877
>everyexabytethreadever.jpeg

>>19913095
Which is, of course, why the tip can split open- or the whole drill can come apart in two halves- when the cannon is desired instead of the disintegration drill-ram. That, or there's a nanometa repair system to reform the tip if neither above system is mechanically viable in your eyes.

>>19913166
>Allmycredits.gif

>>19913166
or perhaps a cheaper alternative material for the tip, that way when they can be produced by some cheaper means

>>19913095
so what, wouldn't it be worth it for a drill THAT CAN PIERCE THE HEAVENS...I mean wouldn't it?

>>19913166
Fuck yes.
I'll get to work making it in my modelling program of choice immediately.

>>19913486
Fuck I can't even get the basic drill. I suck at this.

>>19913740
Drills are hard, unles you are using a template piece. See if you can pinch a reference off the interwebs.

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>>19913740
I assume by 'modelling program' you dont mean mspaint. try /3dcg/ they might be able to help.

>>19913987
I would, but I've been fussing with it too much, so I'm just done for now.

>>19914455
if you used SolidWorks the command you want is the "spline tool"

>>19914701
Actually, I use Wings 3D. It's esoteric as fuck, but I'm fond of it.