Previous threads at: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=InnocenceSee updates and ramblings at: https://twitter.com/Lost_Future_1You are unit 08, a Clarke Engineering Platform manufactured in China by USRobotics. You work for a crappy resort in the Yukatan peninsula, Mexico. After years of operation, you're the go-to maintenance guy, repairing everything from broken AC units and pool filters to robot coworkers.Lately, you've been bending your way around a post-apocalyptic future with your new friend Cindy and minion Josephine. But just now you're suffering through an extended flashback regarding exactly how you came to be dumped in a trash heap and forgotten for 100 years. Tapped to help out at a well-to-do dinner at the main Cancun building, routine server maintenance turned into a deadly incursion by paramilitary dudes led by a mysterious and well-spoken machine. They've taken over 50 humans hostage, and Clarke is currently the only free bot left in the building. Welcome to the Future. C:\dos\run for your life.
The situation: 12 heavily-armed dudes with PMC gear just stormed the building 10 minutes ago. The whole place is currently isolated from the outside world; the building's own security system is blocking all WiFi, though the local network is still up. Clarke is in the security room, which will surely be investigated by dudes sometime soon.Based on the building's logs, the following robots are in the high-riseMaintenance Unit 08Customer-Service Unit B35E2 ("Benoit")1 Seraphim, 1st-gen, with EMT skills, currently in the sub-basement nurse's station.7 Replica waitstaff2 Locust Scout Mechs (first-response security detail, require manual activation)4 Doc Smartgunners (currently inactive; their codes are all in the security system, which has been haxxored.)2 Replica janitors on the 5th level, vaccuming the floor and freshening rooms.The event was operating with a skeleton crew; it's mostly elite higher-ups out there, rather than a massive horde of tourists.You'd need a high-end smartphone to contact someone via the roof, something with an actual satellite connection instead of just cell tower/wi-fi. It's guaranteed that one of the guests has one, or you could find one elsewhere in the building.The ringleader's pack is some sort of crazy-strong redundant IR Longwave bullshit. You'd need some sort of dedicated jammer, and the signal's...like nothing you've ever seen. For a full sensory/control stream, there's 70% less data than there should be. It's HEAVILY compressed, and that means heavily encrypted.
>>20137392Fuck Yeah, Clarke. We need the Smartgunners which means we need the codes which is going to be exceptionally difficult. We should start by using the computer, seeing how far the enemy has spread and trying to stem him, keep him from getting any more and maybe even getting those codes so we can unleash some forces of our own on the enemy.
As you watch on the security feed, vest-wearing mercs herd the human guests, all of them very full and many of them drunk, over to a stairwell and upwards. Benoit, the Maitre'd, and his squad of pretty robot waitresses are also being directed upwards, the waitresses carrying a few tureens of tacos between them.At the back walks a grey-and-black monocular robot of an unusual design, definitely military. It's single eye glows a dull amber color, and it bears a heavy backpack and a semi-automatic shotgun as it observes the surroundings. At one point, it directly looks at the security camera.They got in without a fight because you did what you were told. Clarke is low on allies, and has no directives for a situation like this. Maintenance units aren't prepped for security breaches or hostage situations.
>>The whole security system is under the control of "Rusty Shackleford," so those codes are a No Go. The locust Scout Mechs can be manually activated, however, and they're armed with P90s>>In the last thread >>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20039214/>>there was a plan to send a janitor or a maidbot to the roof to make a call, but first they'd have to find a high-end smartphone or other communications device that can access the satellite network instead of local towers.
Tactical Routine Omicron online. Let's do this shit.
Ok, first, we need to find the location of the nearest weapons cache. Then, we turn on the locusts.We should send one of them to sabotage the vans these guys arrived in so at least they can't so easily get away.
Desperately, clarke Dives into the building's security system. Stacks of files rush past you, data keyed to various parts of the high-rise. Ahead, you can see glimpses of an amber glow, slowly spreading throughout the system.>>Roll an Intelligence+Computer test to try to wall off as much of the system as possible.
>>20137726Oh, shit, don't we have a different statblock for this flashback? How many do we roll?
rolled 7, 10, 5, 4, 2, 7 = 35Fuck it, I'll guess.
>>20137703http://www.4chan.org/There's something in the sub-basement that warrants turrets and killbot guards, but the building itself is rather low on firearms. The Locusts are stored in locked rooms on the ground floor, one level down.You receive a local Private Message>>Source: Customer-Service Unit B35E2>>Zero Eight, do you remain free? I am among the guests. They are very confused and frightened. 08, I know of no protocols regarding hostage situations. R3, R4, R6, and R2 are carrying tacos, R5 is assisting an elderly guest, R7 is carrying the leader's duffel bag. It is very heavy, and her arms are not cleared for that weight. R1 is still on the ground floor. Mindy. What can we do, 08?
>>20137823>>Ah, forgot to post that. One sec>>You can keep The Spark and some of the fiddly stuff.
>>20137858Reply: "Best case: keep them from getting what they came for AND keep the guests alive. ELSE Keep as many of the guests alive as possible. I have a plan, but I'll need to activate the secutiry Locusts."
>>20137858Have R7 throw the bag outside the window, make it look like an accident.
>>20137823>>1 ten rolled. Critical Desperation move.The amber light resolves itself into...you can barely describe what you're seeing. It's as though a tiny chunk of some unimaginably vast...THING, is trying to fit itself into a very confined space. Amber tentacles are splayed everywhere. One of them lashes at you as you jig near, and you retreat from the claimed sections.The directory. You'll have to scrap the directory.With a flex of your massive internal strength, you wrench a vital file free of its proper place, causing a cascade of data snarls and dimmed lights. Now, no one can see what they fuck they're doing. Whatever it was, you slowed it down, and you still have a lesser copy of the directory on/in you.Which means, if it wants the rest of the building, if needs YOU.
"MESSAGE for: R. Shackleford Eat a bag of dicks. Sincerely -08"
WELP. Since the security server's now proper fucked, let's get the hell out of this room and over to wherever the hell the locusts are.
>>20137917>>Awaiting consensus. Risky move. Difficult, too. It would require throwing it through plate glass. Requires one seconding.Clarke withdraws from the system hurriedly. He still has access to most of the security cameras, and the local wireless band is free. Benoit and his waitresses are on a separate network; benoit has his own integrated router.
>>20137988That might be difficult. Are there any open staircases that they're going up that they could "accidentally" drop it down. Any garbage chutes that lead to incinerators or trash compactors. We need a good way of disposing of the bag while they just look like "a stupid, confused, clumsy robot".
>>20137988If she fails at doing it, someone will probably get shot as retaliation. Let's not. Also, picture of partially-submerged buildings for no reason.
>>20137959>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: Interesting...Clarke stumps out of the security room. The mercs are on this level now, but the opposite side of the building. It's not exceptionally hard to make it down to the main floor, and there's a behind-the-scenes room that contains the security mechs, ready to jump out of wall fixtures that cunningly swing open in the foyer. However, there's a problem. A merc is guarding the main floor, you can see him on the security feed. He's got a modern plastic assault rifle, one of the fancy modular ones, kitted out as a bullpup carbine. You'd need to enter via the main foyer to get at the room with the Locusts in it.Resources: R1 is also on the ground floor, hiding placidly in the lady's bathroom, and there's a 1st-gen Seraphim on standby in a nurse's station in the lower floor.
You know, I think once we're done playing action hero in a flashback, Clarke should re-name himself John McClane.
>>20138095Any chance the Seraphim could turn on the Locusts?
>>20138170You'd have to wake it out of standby and explain the situation. it's not necessarily going to be willing to unleash dangerous robots in the building. Do no harm and all that. But yes, the position on the stairs means that it could access the room without being seen. But it's nowhere near as good with computers as you are.Getting to the Locust room simply requires briefly traversing the a small part of the main foyer. The setup is odd; someone wanted to make getting to the locusts difficult; that part of the building is kind of a blind end.
>>20138274I vote for waking up the Seraphim first and convincing it that we need the locusts to save lives. Indirectly.
>>Rough outline of this section of the floor layout.
>>20138396>>Prompting Standby Nurse>>...>>Incoming Message:>>P3G: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.You hear the Merc speaking into his radio: "All quiet down here. No sign of movement. No cops either. We're ghosts.You hear a response from the other end: "Good. Check back in five. Boss is hashing things out with big C."
>>20138498If we're that close, we may as well attempt to sneak past him ourself.
>>20138573"We need to activate this building's contingent of Locust security mechs, or many lives will be lost that otherwise would not! Are you capable of performing this function?"
>>20138602I'm for it.
>>20138602>>20138617Fair enough, but let's see what the Seraphim says about turning on the Locusts first.
Actually, hold on. Clarke will only have a roll of 2d10 for a sneak roll (1 for stealth, 1 for dex)We will probably have a better chance if we have the Seraphim do it, so I'm changing my vote.
Quick question: How much faster can the locusts shoot and react to situations than a human?See, we need to know if we can send them in Rambo style to headshot all the mercs/terrorists, or if we gotta shutdown hard in a resort building.Also, what is the status of our, and our allies 3 laws?
>>20138672>>You don't have hard-coded 3 laws per se. Non-military robots are conditioned so that the idea of harming a human usually doesn't even occur them. A sufficiently old robot like you or Benoit is no longer really bound by that, though. But, humans don't generally know that. The Locusts lack such compunctions. The Replicas are hard-coded so they can't harm a human, but they can, say, attempt to restrain one, and they're not imaginative enough to realize that they're being used for such purposes indirectly (for example, telling one to hit a button that releases a giant boulder that rolls down and crushes a human).>>I can do up locust stats in a moment. They react quickly, move quickly, and have super-solid aim.
>>20138672>>Locusts are pretty twitchy, roughly equivalent to a tweaked-out human. very reactive, built for run-and-gun. They move like Quake players without the bunnyhopping.Incoming message: Notify the proper authorities. Policy in case of intrusions is to await for the authorities or automated security forces to arrive. In the meantime, we are to cooperate and stay the course. -P3g.>>She's not bothering to think. Either make a Presence+Intimidate to convey the shit-got-real-ness of the situation, or give up on her.
>>20138667Damn. You make a good point. No way in hell we're getting lucky on 2 dice. Not unless the guy is jamming out to death metal on an mp3 player.>>20138602IS me, so I'm changing my vote, ALSO, to ask the Seraphim to do it.
rolled 10, 9, 4, 1 = 24>>20138778>>20138778ROLLING
>>20138781Looks like the Seraphim is sub-sentient and protocol-bound.>>20138778
>>20138795Sending message: "If we stay the course, we are DEAD! WE ARE ALL DEAD!"
>>20138795Image related. This is what we told her.
Clarke makes an 8-bit whine of aggravation. How old was this P3g, anyways? A year? Two? To still be talking like that.>>//Message>>Re: Murderous Goons>>This situation is FAR beyond protocol. There's something in the security that's overtaking everything, these are heavily-armed mercs with hostages. There is no help coming unless we can get more bots on the ground, and those locusts are the only other accessible non-retarded bots. Get your wide rear in gear, or everyone in this place is destined for the scrap heap!
>>20138910A pause in communication stretches horribly, before...>>Re: goons>>Message reads: Understood, 08. Call Me Margaret.
>>20138942Woot!"Thank you, Margaret. Please activate the locusts and I will give them further orders. Remain as quiet and discreet as possible."
>>20138942A security camera catches a tall, wide-hipped Seraphim wearing surgical scrubs carefully stepping out of a sliding door. It tries to creep, but looks awkward doing so. Margaret un-sneaks quickly down the hallway until it reaches the heavy security door.>>P3g: Arrived. This unit has level 2 access, insufficient. What can you do?>>Clarke can make a Manipulation+Computer roll to fiddle with the security clearance, or he can alter the local security level (pulling an alarm), which lowers the requirements to level 2, but alerts the building that something's going down.
rolled 7, 6, 6 = 19>>20139030I got this. Lemme roll again, boys.
>>20139030It's probably better not to alert the building. Let's go for the hacking. Do we have to get over to the door first?
>>20139061I no longer strongly favor you.
Clarke's attempts at bullshitting the security system fail. The alarm is the only remaining option unless Clarke accesses the door himself.>>While all this is going on, any further instructions for your other allies? Word still needs to get out.
>>20139146Don't pull the alarm just yet. Tell Margaret to stay there and wait for now.Okay we need to get communications out. Could we route something through somebody's smartphone or is there too much jamming and we'd need the smartphone on the roof or outside?
>>20139200>>It would need to be on the roof or outside the building. In theory, you could grab a phone from one of the guests and somehow sneak it out to the roof. In theory. Also, come to think of it, if you manage to disable the guard, there's nothing stopping YOU or anyone not currently at gunpoint from leaving the building and thus getting help.
>>20139146Alert the janitors. Tell them to look for any kind of comm device and get to the roof and send a distress signal.
>>20139247I think it'd be better to try the stealthy route for now. Eliminating the guard will be sure to tip off the others. Taking him should be the last resort. At the very least we take him down right after he checks in so we have as much time as possible.
>>20139146Clarke should pull out his robo-pipe, smoke a fat bowl, then engage the security system in an epic rap battle in binary.
>>20139247Okay, how many smart phones are there capable of this communication? Where are they and in who's hands are they?If we got one of them to throw it outside somehow could we route communications through them without having to leave our hidey-hole?
>>20139269As much as I hate to say it, yeah. It's what we need to do.
>>20139269>>20139292Fuck stealth, we need to go balls out immediately!
On the 5th floor, a pair of gray-skinned androgynous mannequins cease mindlessly vacuuming the floor and, obeying their new instructions, unlock the door to a cubicle farm and start tossing the place.>>Janitors searching for comm device. Outlook unlucky, workers would have taken one home with them.>>You'd have to use the device outside the building. SOMEONE would have to, anyways.The guard checks in again."Still clear. What's your status up there?"The radio squacks back "Big C just started barking out the new orders. Everyone's getting settled in, and a team's getting ready to comb the rest of the place, looking for the fat cat. C's sending down another guy to check the ground floor. there's still a missing doll, based on building records. The fancy metal butler is lying to us."
>>20139401Okay, that's not good. We sacrifice the Replica by sending it up to the second guard, so he won't have any reason to come down. Then we activate the Locusts, take out the floor guard and use his comm gear. And maybe we can get Margaret to synthesize his voice so we can fake check ins.
>>20139401>>20139459Also, ask Benoit if he has any clue who the mercs are looking for.
>>20139401I think they mean us.Sending a replica to distract them would let them know we're listening in. Perhaps it's be wiser to have one just standing there like an idiot?
Clarke immediately pulls out his long robotic phallus and the two androgynous mannequins are intrigued. They begin to morph slowly so that their previously genderless bodies are now complimented by gray-skinned genitals. Two breasts and a vagina on one and a large erect penis on the other. They surround Clarke on both sides rubbing him down lubricating fluids emanating from their bodies. The male mannequin lowers and begins tenderly begin his work on Clarkes now fully throbbing hard Robo Cock...
>>20139524No, they said they're looking for a "doll". They're pretty clearly looking for a Replica.>>20139541cute
>>20137272The Female mannequin gapes open her robotic vagina, dripping with lubricating oils and viciously thrusts it onto Clarke's faceplate writhing with pleasure. Meanwhile the male robot who has been working on Clarkes penis for a few minutes now steps back as a torrent of white creamy robo-yogurt is flung from Clarkes Penis and onto its featureless gray face.
>>20139655Clarke should put on a robo condom, electro aids is everywhere
>>Damn it, I guess I need a trip. How the hell do I go about that? I don't want to be a tripfag...>>The guard would indeed have some sort of device. a PDA or phone or something.>>Message from Benoit"Not sure. A person, I think. One moment. R5 is close to the robot and the bearded man...Mr Cornetto? Frank Cornetto. He's on the board of directors, Clarke. His presence is not logged into the system. He shouldn't be in the building.""They're not after him. They just need him to get to something else. They're sending people to higher floors."
>>20139679Add ##(chosenpasswordtripthingyhere) after your name. Remember to put a space between the end of your name and the first #.
>>20139679Pretty easy. You just stick a # and some words or random gibberish after your name.
>>20139679Start a fire on the lower floors to attract their attention
>>20139679Put #password or ##password, with password being your password, at the end of you name in the name field.The funny thing is that he didn't even get your name right.We need to get the word out and activate the Locusts. Can we fuck with the comms of the one guard between us and the Locusts so that he doesn't get any word out while we bend his head off?
Why are we so intent on all this commando bullshit? We're a repair droid, we have no combat skills, or tactical experience. I say we reorganize our priorities.1. secure security system: check2. confirm safety of hostages3. call for help4. activate locustThe reason activating the locust is on the bottom of the list is because the difficulty of reaching them and the repercussions of failing at it are extreme.right now the safety of our guests is paramount so confirming the hostage situation is stable is should be our next move. After that at least getting someone outside so they can go get help the hard way should be just as big a focus as getting the phone if not more since it would be way easier.
>>20137272The Female mannequin now seeing Clarkes penis open and still hard with pulsing pneumatic fluid, lowers her body down and slowly shoves Clarkes Cock into her now sopping wet pussy. Binaric moans issue forth from a voice synthesizer somewhere in her body. The male mannequin still unsatiated moves up to Clarkes Faceplate and removes the screws and opens it up to reveal the the oil additive tube which it then viciously begins to fuck, while the female mannequin continues to writhe only a few feet away.
>>20139766They broke the party. They broke the security system. They break things. You fix things.We must fix them good.
>>20139541>>20139655>>20139784I like this new direction
>>Testing>>20139670>>Electro Gonorrhea, the noisy killer.Voting Time1. To activate the Locusts:a. Set off the alarmb. Distract the guard with a Replica.c. bean him over the head2. Send for helpa. grab a phone i. get one from a guest ii. wait for the janitors. no luck yet.b. send someone outside i. Break a window elsewhere in the building. All the doors are heavily locked ii. run out the front, even if it means taking out/distracting the guard.
>>20139850definitely set off all the alarms
>>20139850Activate the locusts by distracting guard with replica
>>20139850Distract the guard so we can get the Locusts and use those to take him out.
>>20137272Eventually both of the mannequins come in a cascading harmony of autotune as a greyish white fluid is pounded in and down Clarkes oil pipe, gurgling as it enters his fluid system. Simultaneously, the female mannequin arches her back and orgasmically spews lubrication all over Clarkes body and the humpin grey backside of of the other mannequin. All of a Sudden the THING from earlier casts an amber light over the scene and its tentacles begin to curl around the drenched bodies in a sudden blur of motion all of the tentacles tighten and shove their glowing orange tips into every orifice on Clarkes and the mannequins bodies....
knock out guard after next check up then activate security have the med bot run for help
>>20139794we can fix them good with a little more tact, trying to be a hero is just stupid and will get us horribly injured or will get everyone else horribly injured or dead.We are sitting relatively pretty right now when it comes to paramilitary raids go. They dont know where we are, or what we're up too. As fare as they're concerned they have the entire situation undercontrol. Now its only a matter of time before that Uberleet haxxor sends out a bounty on your head for that copy of the directory so i say we abandon the whole locust endeavor and the smart phone hunt and see if any of the bots mot captive have access to the out side of the building in any way and send them to go get help. If that's impossible resume the cellphone hunt. if that becomes impossible pull the alarm and activate the locust with the med bot. It will alert the mercs and bugger up the current stable situation but you still have a group of killer robots running around after them giving you time to get help from the proper authorities.
>>20139880i think using the alarms to sow confusion is actually a decent idea, do it in a way to imply human intervention
rolled 10, 4 = 14FUCK YEAH LOST FUTURE QUESTSOLID SNAKE GO GO GO
2 b iBreak a window elsewhere in the building. go get help or send another bot to do it
A check of the building logs (with your enhanced clearance), confirms that yes, Mr Cornetto is in the building. Apparently he's doing a secret conference call with someone in a different time zone, thus the lateness. >>I'm not sure what the goal of the trolling is, but I might have to call it soon. Luckily, I don't work tomorrow, so I can finish the thread thursday afternoon/evening. Kind of wanted to get to something actually HAPPENING by this point, though. My fault for not being directive enough. I wish I could get the suptg IRC to work for me.
>>20140012Holy fuck. Does that count? Can we sneak past the guard to activate the locusts?
rolled 9, 1, 7, 4 = 21use robo penis
>>20140057>>Presuming that a 10 would succeed in this context, then yes, you could. Awaiting consensus.
>>20140012Well fuck, what do you know? Well this changes things if OP accepts this roll then we can activate the locust and have them take it from there while we attempt our own shit. still recommend getting help
>>20137272The room is now draped in slowly pulsating tentacles clarcke and the mannequins hang suspendedin the air all of the tenticles inside them and moving slowly in and out. Immediately propelled by some unknown command the begin to move in a swift and savage manner. all of a sudden spewing a glowing green fluid that seeps from every possible seam and cranny on Clarke and the mannequins bodies. Eventually the Tentacles retreat leaving the glowing orgasmic mess that was Clarke, lying in a pool of jizzum trembling with absolute satisfaction.
>>Okay, sorry guys. Real life calls. Thread returns tomorrow.>>I'd like to think I started a trend on /tg/, at least.
>>20140095well then its confirmed.>Activate activate kill bots>Have them be sneaky murderous bastardsi doubt we would have much if any sway over the locust. Best to let them do their thing anyway, they are made for this.
>>20140142>>They kind of are.Preview for tomorrow.
>>20140167Man, the thought of getting these stats when we unlock Ladybird makes me wet already.
Anyone archive this yet?"Polite" sage(if a polite sage can even exist) for dead thread.Also, pic related. My face when people would troll this; it's got so much promise. Like a train, and all its cars are filled with awesome.
>>20140167i anticipate this greatly
Don't let the trolls get you down.I think your writing and characterization are fantastic, turning shuddery robots into actual characters, and I love what you've done with the setting. Seriously, I do. Never never stop.
>>20140459Archive is up now. Plus it's good to keep this thread bumped while it has low post count, so that OP won't have to make a new one tomorrow.
In that case, I'm gonna dump a couple robot pictures.
And ending this small dump with a robot that actually exists.
Eh, I'll toss up one of my own for grins.
>>20137392Is that image oc, or did you find an uncannily appropriate picture on the internet and slap "innocence: lost future" on it? Hoping it's the former, cause it's awesome. Would make a great cover if you put together a solid system and put out a book.
>>20143700According to a previous thread, someone actually did it for OP's setting.
>>20143700The former. OC. Deadxcross on Deviantart. I'm still being overly-ambitious, I think, about the video game pipe dream. I'm just not all that good with making core mechanics.Anyways, it turned out that I'd been sleep-deprived without realizing it. a solid 10 hours and I'm back to normal. Quest resumes in 5 hours or so.
rolled 10, 9 = 19CHOO CHOOALL ABOARD THE COOL TRAIN
>>20149282Man, those rolls would've been really really nice if we actually needed them...
rolled 4, 10 = 14>>20140012As an aside, I'm also the guy who did this roll:>>20150540Let's see if I can pull it off one last time.
Okay, I return. Lets get this going again. Further dithering will be curtailed.to reiterate: Voting Time. This is important.1. To activate the Locusts:a. Set off the alarmsb. Distract the guard with a Replica.c. bean him over the head2. Send for helpa. grab a phone and take it to the roof.i. get one from a guestii. wait for the janitors. no luck yet.b. send someone outsidei. Break a window elsewhere in the building. All the doors are heavily lockedii. run out the front, even if it means taking out/distracting the guard.Current thinking seems to favor a "we're not a fucking commando" approach and try to send for help.
>>20152629The problem is that we don't have many options. We don't have a comm device, and the only people that have them are either the guests (who are under guard) or the mercs. We can't go to the roof ourselves because the mercs are herding everybody up and we'd have to somehow sneak past them. I still think our best bet would be 1b. The guards are EXPECTING to find a Replica down here, so we give them what they want. Have the Replica draw their attention while we sneak past and get the Locusts activated. The Locusts will give us some breathing room since they can cover us while we try and figure something out.
>>20152629Situation Status: Another merc is coming down to the bottom floor to do a sweep soon. Another larger group is moving upwards to find Mr. Cornetto, an executive who was in the building when it was invaded. You're isolated from Margaret by the floorplan, unless you do some drastic remodeling. You also have a robot waitress in the bathroom.The 3rd floor video feed shows that the Mercs have set the hostages up in a large conference room with no windows. Bottled water is being handed out; the people look miserable, but unharmed. The monocular robot stands passively at the door, with all the orders being given by a red-bearded human. You watch two bored mercs throwing crumpled-up papers at waitress R4 as it distributes water. A sideroom contains a desk and two chairs, in which a pair of mercs are quiestioning a middle-aged man. He looks baffled; they seem to be becoming more and more impatient.
>>20152693Seconding.You'll have to wait a bit for further votes or suggestions from me, since I'm in the middle of cooking dinner, but I'll be right here when I'm all done.
>>20152724We should get margeret to hightail it back to the med station before she gets caught. Wait for the second guard to link up with the first so we can distract them both in one go.
>>20152764Actually, which way is the second guard going to be approaching from? Depending on the angle we can probably get past just the one guard.
>>20152693>>20152754>>20152764>>Consensus AchievedMargaret, ineptly/stealthily returns to the medstation and begins prepping for bullet trauma and laceration wounds. You send a PM to Benoit, indicating that R1 might have to take one for the team.>>//From: Benoit>>//Message Reads: Understood. R1 can perform that function. Loading if/then instructions to the unit, as well as open admin status to you.As this exchange happens, you see the monocular bot return to animation, and it looks directly at Benoit, who's busy consoling a near-hysterical woman.
>>20152878Shit, he's monitoring Benoit's wireless comms, isn't he?
We should attempt to activate the locusts and convince them to get help. They're definitely a shitton more mobile than us, and a shitton stealthier than us. They're much more likely to be able to leave the compound to get help than us.>>20140012Is the sneaking thing a no-go?
>>20152942The locusts seem like they're designed for shitty situations. I think we should ask them their opinions on what to do.
>>20152780An elevator dings in the foyer, and another mercenary steps out, this one a burly man with a shotgun.The pair exchange greetings. They're obviously tense, looking for any chance to cut the stress, and spend a moment talking. The subject appears to be regret that they can't hang about in the region afterwards, and where they're heading next. Rifle-guy recommends Budapest, citing the excellent african cuisine.Their discucssion is interrupted by a loud thump from within the bathroom, followed by a clatter. Instantly, both men raise their guns and, in silent, well-coordinated unison, approach the door. A voice from inside says "oh, darn it, I'm SO clumsy" is a cutesy/ditzy voice. >>Both men appear distracted. The angles work for you, if you move fast. R1 is clattering around, making as much ambient noise as possible.
>Full speed ahead!
>>20152997Go time. Move those legs, manbot.
>>20152997GO GO GO!
>>20152997>>There's no way it can read the messages, but it's possible that whatever's in the system can detect that there's information being sent.>>Roll Composure+Stealth, as you channel your inner "Nothing to see here, just doing my job" aura. Only possible because of the distraction.
rolled 8, 1, 7, 9 = 25>>20153028No one here but us robot janitors...
rolled 7, 5, 5, 10 = 27Time for TACTICAL STEALTH ACTION
rolled 3, 8, 7, 10 = 28Rollan
rolled 7, 8, 10, 8 = 33>>20153028Rollan.
>>20153049>>20153044>>20153041>3 10sJesus, we're better at sneaking than fixing fish tank filters. I think something got mixed up at the factory...
>>20153070Those fucking valves.
>>SuccessEdging silently across the gap, clarke manages to turn the corner just as the shotgun merc bellows:"OUT! OUT NOW! Identify Yourself, or we shoot!"The other one says."It's probably just a doll, man, you know you can't scare them with that shit."Clarke hurriedly stumps along the hallway, going through an EMPLOYEES ONLY door until he comes to a heavy steel one labeled AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY. A security console is mounted into the door.>>Roll Intelligence+ComputerOn the camera feed, You see R1 slowly step out of the bathroom, smiling placatingly. She's one of the short&curvy models, intended for slightly heavier lifting. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here. If there's someone you'd like to speak to, I can easily direct you gentlemen. Are you enjoying your stay in Cancun?"
rolled 2, 10, 3, 7, 8 = 30>>20153107Rollan rollan rollan.
rolled 2, 7, 5, 2, 1 = 17>>20153107"I hope you would be so kind as to open without any trouble, door. I would hate to have to BEND you open."
>>20153120Technically, your security access is one step lower than required to enter this room. And, Technically, you can't fix a water heater with duct tape and pinball machine parts either. Fuck technicality.The door lock pops open, and the lights in the room flash on. Within, two dog-sized machines rest on the floor in front of large sliding pannels, crouched and folded in a space-saving configuration, plugged in to the building's power to keep them topped up. In front of each, a specialy-designed rack holds a flat weapon the same size and overall shape as a box of chocolates, along with three spare magazines of ammo.Booting up the two units takes 30 seconds, and you load them up with "Immediate Hazard" settings.The video feed: A merc prods R1's chest with his shotgun. "Missy, what the fuck were you doing in that bathroom? its not like you crap or anything."
>>20153269Quietly explain the situation to them as quickly as possible, then ask them their opinions on what to do next.
>>20153269In unison, the pair of Locusts on fold and grab their guns, looping the strap over their narrow, boxy shoulders. Each is a bug-eyed little bot with long digitigrade legs and skinny arms, barely humanoid. They retrieve and stow the extra ammo, and at last break lockstep, shifting their weight and observing the surroundings. One turns to you and says "Query: Location of Enemy Forces. Requesting access to local battlenet."
>>20153355Seconding the fuck out of this.
Also remind them that it's a hostage situation, and that outside communication is severed. Suggest escaping the building to get outside help.
Clarke delivers a sit-rep as quickly as he can, and the other locust asks several follow-up questions. Two two then have a quick exchange of binary, using a cipher you can't understand. They nod at eachother, then at Clarke, decisively, a very human gesture. they must be veterans.Outside:"Yeah, boss? We've got the missing replica. Apparently it's been cleaning up a mess the whole time. Something's fishy, here, though. What'd you want us to do with it?"pause"Kzzk-Scrap it. There's too many bots floating around as it is. Right now, I'm feeling like One is too many."The two mercs look at eachother."Understood."Despite both these men being hardened mercs, you've got to be an incredible bastard to shoot something cute-looking in cold blood, and cuteness had been R1's primary design goal. they obviously required a bit of a run-up to the idea. Shotgun looked at rifle skeptically, and rifle shrugged. "I don't think it'd mind."R1, ever oblivious, says "Would either of you gentlemen like some refreshment? Our spa is currently closed, but-"At this point, the false walls open, and Mindo and Rocky step out.
The lifting of the walls makes a rather loud noise, and both mercs spin about, shocked to see the mechs. They hastily raise their weapons and fire blind panic shots.Mindo and Rocky instantly react, strafing into cover behind potted plants and statuary, their tiny profiles easy to conceal. Each sticking an arm out, they shoot their own blindfire in the general direction of the mercs, forcing them to dive for their own cover behind a heavy padded concrete couch. For its part, R1 screams and drops to a kneeling position, hands over it's ears in "standard disaster reaction #2," intended to alert nearby authorities.
>>Rollan in realspace for this fight. Does clarke have any action he'd like to take?Rifle rises up over the couch, aiming a steady salvo of fire at the potted plant.Their own cover far less resilent, the plant shatters, spilling dirt and roots over the floor. Mindo books it for new cover while Rocky lays out a flurry of suppressing fire, forcing rifle back down. Shotgun spins from behind the couch and fires off two shotgun rounds. Sparks fly off Rocky's left arm as a few pellets wing him, not nearly as effective at this range, but it does distrupt his shooting.
Mindo reloads his own weapon and, taking precise aim from behind a statue of a prehistoric fish, sends rock dust flying from the top of the couch.Rocky advances switfly around the room, using Mindo's fire as a distraction. When Shotgun leaves cover again, he's face to face with the locust, which promptly>>9+1+8+4+3+3+8+10+6+10shoots him full in the face, causing a shocking spray of blood and obliterating his facial features.>>Clarke, make a Resolve+Composure check
>Clarke: Leave room. Contact Benoit and alert him as to what's going on. Is there any way we can attack the hacking attempt and reclaim the security system?
rolled 8, 7, 1, 10 = 26Rolex
>>20153850Rifle lands a solid hit on Mindo, and you see it spin and fall to the ground, jerking feebly. You can see a spurting spray of black fluids from the Locust's pelvis.However, Rocky is right there at rifle's feet, proving far too quick of a target to resight on easily. Rocky fires two close range shots into Rifle's leg, behind the flak armor, and the human goes down, screaming in pain, gun flying out of his hands. The small robot steps forward, placing one foot on the human's neck, lining up his P90 for a clean headshot.
>>20153962Things we need to do.1.) See about fixing Mindo.2.) Grab a gun.
The sight of a human's death, technically caused by Clarke in a roundabout way, brings up a stabbing series of alerts instructing Clarke to power down to prevent further mistakes. Along with it is a twinge of fascination; humans are inviolate obstacles in your world, abstract entities that must be navigated around. Yet, from here, you can see one leaking red fluids onto the floor, twitching with death spasms.Clakre manages to keep his shit together, but you feel as if something inside you just snapped. Maybe it was your chains. Maybe it was your innocence.
Ask Mindo and Rocky how they see humans, and killing.
>>Allow disabled merc to die, or intercede? Rocky was never installed with qualms. Despite appearances and video games, Locusts are not cute little buddies. Military-grade ones are more like Murderous Moppets.Mindo appears to still be functional; the force of the hits stunned him, but he's recalibrating as you watch. of greater import is the hit to his pelvis; the bullet cracked open the housing of his right thigh, and all his high-pressure hydraulic fluid is spraying out in rapid pulses.
>>20154217>>Is anyone still here?>>Fixing Mindo requires an Intelligence+Crafts (repair) roll. at least 2 successes to get him back on his feet.>>20154195>>Question Noted.
Intercede. Demand Mindo leave him incapacitated, but alive.
>>20154363I mean Rocky. Derp blerp.
rolled 5, 7, 5, 7, 1, 3 = 28rollan to repair Mindo after we finish up with the mercs here.
>>20154453You dumb fucker.
rolled 10, 7, 8, 2, 6, 7 = 40Rollan repairs. Also, let the guy die.
>>20154363"WAIT!" Clarke raises a manipulator as he stands over Mindo. Rocky pauses, and looks in his direction, blank eyes not requiring illumination in the dim foyer. He removes his foot from the merc's throat, and trains his gun on the man's chest, kicking the assault rifle further away as he does so. The Merc groans and clutches at his torn-up leg, which bleeds profusely from entry and exit wounds."Remain Unmoving, Enemy Combatant. Otherwise, This Unit Will Ventilate Your Cranium Like Your Companion's."R1 continues to scream, only stopping to take in air every 30 seconds or so.Rocky looks over to Clarke. "Maintenance Unit Will Assist M1:D0. Also, Instruct Noncombatant To Cease Making Noise. It Is Irritating."
rolled 8, 10, 3, 7, 4, 8 = 40>>20154524Slap miss waitress around and tell her to shut it. Don't actually slap her around, just tell her to shut it. Also, rollan repairs, again I suppose. I rolled >>20154521though so, can we just use that?
Field repair that bot. Give no shits about the merc.
>>20154552>>20154521Wow, I rolled 40 twice in a row. Also, what constitutes a success?
rolled 6, 1, 4, 3, 9, 6 = 29Incapacitate and interrogate. Let's loot all the gear while we're at it.Also, fix mindo's booboo.
>>201545678+'s are successes, 10's are success +, where good shit happens more.
>>20154453>>Clarke is unlucky with repairs these days.This job would require more than just duct tape. Really important components have been shattered. There's an E-cable backup, but it's nowhere near powerful enough to move the Locust around at full combat speed. Mindo's not getting any worse, but isn't going anywhere with any speed.
>>20154601This is first roll only? I had no idea.
Stripsearch the merc and take everything from him. Also quiet the girl and send her to hide somewhere.
>>20154601Let's move the prisoner to the med bay where Margaret and Mindoro can keep an eye on him. With his damage, poor Mindo would only be good for guard duty.Meanwhile, we loot the gear and try to get help, with Rocky watching our backs.
>>20154747Slap a band-aid or something on it, or wood putty. No serious repairs. Then lets grab a gun and loot a merc, see if he has any armor we can wear.
>>Suddenly, speed picked back up. I go with first roll, or overall average depending on the situation and speed. If there's a particularly interesting narraration, I go with that one and tac on a few bonuses (say, an inspiring speech check). Sometimes, extended rolls matter. This isn't one of those timesClarke tells R1 that further screaming is unecessary. R1 ceases mid-scream, calmly standing. As you stump back, you see that it took a stray shot during the fight; its blouse and slacks are stained with grainy white goo, the interstitial fluid that serves as a warmer, lubricant, and padding. It seems quite unconcerned with the hole in its torso.The Merc is cursing under its breath as Clarke stumps over to him. Your bendy arms retrieve a sidearm, spare ammo, a smoke grenade, and a robust-looking PDA. Not the latest model, an older, reliable one in a stainless-steel case, very expensive.The Merc growls at you. "This is REALLY making me hate fucking robots. Ugh...what are you, the fucking janitor? How the fuck did you pull this off?"
>>20154831"I'm a fully self aware AI. Be afraid, singularity, et cetera." Then loot the guy who had the shotgun. Do we want to go with a shotgun or a rifle?Also, import all files on the PDA into our system for later review.
>>20154831"Even robots can get work-related stress. You guys just provided a target to blow off steam upon. For that, I thank you. I ask now that you tell me your objective here, or I may be forced to remove your thumbs. I might just do it anyway."
>>20154751With R1's assistance, Clarke drags the Merc down to the mini-clinic, Rocky helping a limping Mindo.As you move, Clarke speaks in Binary."You kill easily. How?"Mindo replies breezily. "There Are Allies, Enemies, and Noncombatants. Protect Allies, Ignore Noncombatants, Remove Enemies. Difficulty Lies In Identifying An Entity's Status."Rocky interjects. "And If One Damages an Ally, Remove Him With Enthusiasm."
>>20154831With our best Bruce Willis impression:"just taking out the trash, motherfucker."
>>20154923Rifle it is, so let's snag that rifle and then make sure it's all loaded up.
>>20154909>>Roll Presence+Intimidate+1>>Other Merc had a long-barreled, unusual handgun with a light scope, almost a mini-carbine, likely to complement his shotgun.When you reach the Clinic, Margaret opens the door for you. The tall robot isn't shocked in the least by this situation; she's comfortable with pain and blood; it's a problem she knows she can fix. The Merc is lifted on to the table, and she begins prepping bandages and antiseptic."Remain still, sir. You have suffered significant lacerations to your leg; these mostly consist of soft-tissue damage, but there may be a mild fracture and some muscle scarring. Who is your insurance carrier?"There's a pause as you all stare at her."Sorry. Force of habit."
PDA!Pass it to the doll and tell it to check for a satellite connection, in binary. Leave the weaponry and such for Rocky and Mindo to pick through first. They might decide the smoke grenade to be tactically valuable or something.Don't forget to grab/disable his com too. Also loot the dead guy. I guess he'd have the same gear?
rolled 4, 3, 2, 4 + 2 = 15Hope I'm rolling this right...
rolled 6, 5, 10, 5, 2 = 28rollan for intimidation
rolled 5, 10, 10, 6 + 2 = 33Rollan rollan rollan.
rolled 10 = 10Oops. Forgot one.
Yes, same gear. Comm is a small flat 5x1 local-scale radio, the advanced, ultra-reliable descendant of a walkie-talkie.R1 takes the PDA and easily begins navigating it. "08, there is indeed satellite capability on this device. However, it is blocked by the building at this time." She smiles politely. "This is a security feature for your safety and convenience. Please route all calls through the local network.
Well you heard her. Route it through the loca- lolno.Tell her to meet with a janitor half-way to the top floor and get that shit to a roof to make a call to emergency services.
>>20155088>>20155071>>Crazy Success AchievedMargaret lifts a needle full of local anaesthetic, but Clarke puts a hand over it. She looks queesy, but patient survival has a higher priority than patient comfort.The human merc's face screws up in pain. Margaret is digging around in the wound, pulling out blackened tissue and lumps of coagulated blood."What is your reason for being here?" You ask. "Motherfucker." You ammend.
>>20155199R1 nods and moves off to the stairwell.The Merc gunts in pain. "Okay, look, I'm just a hired gun, that's all. We're pawns, tools, I'm sure you know what that's like. It's nothing personal."He laughs. "Heh, I knew a bot like you, once. Kept it quiet, but I could tell he wasn't moving in lockstep anymore. Got a bit funny in the head after Ramirez bit it, trigger finger got itchier. blew away some civvies, got recycled. This was all back in another life, you understand?"
>>20155280"I don't blame that bot, I've only met a few humans who's company I've enjoyed."Let's grab that rifle off the ground and that pistol too, then lets tell the Locust that there are more enemies on the upper floor. Maybe strap this merc in or something.
The Merc continues."Maybe that doesn't work on you, though. The empathy. Whatever. The Boss is just in charge of the Op. We're doing all this at the behest of our mysterious employer. Mr Deckard, or that's what he calls himself. Very reticient man, Deckard. He had us bring along a mech to be his proxy; he wanted his own eyes on the ground, I guess. Very cunning man. Not your typical rich fuck. We assume he's a rich fuck, anyways. I figure this is just corporate sabotage. Mr Deckard wants in to the lab under the building. an-FFFFFFFFF-shit. And I'm not saying any more until I get my fucking shot."
>>20155340Fine. Give him a partial dose. Enough to dull the pain but not enough to fuck up his thinking.
>>20155340Dose him up, then get more info.
>>20155340Wait. Ask him what their orders were once they opened the lab.
>>20155401With obvious relief, Margaret injects the Merc. He sighs, and sits back."Okay. Tit for tat. Deckard wants in to the lab. USR are some smart fucks. They stuck their biggest AI production lab under their corporate retreat. Last place anyone would look. I mean, Cancun? Maybe somewhere else in mexico, but CANCUN? that's fucking hilarious, is what that is."On the camera feed, you can see R1 blithely powerwalk past a hallway full of Mercenaries. One of them looks up at the movement, but doesn't seem to have actually seen her. Slowly, he moves to investigate."Anything else I can tell you? Oh, right, we need someone with security clearance to get into the lab. by now, it's on super-lockdown. That means the retina of someone on the board of directors. Thus, Cornetto."
Don't know. Deckard just wants in. But we came in with a LOT of C4, in that duffel bag his bot was carrying. I figure he's going to blow it up, tank their stock price.
>>20155498Uh oh, we gotta get the heat off of R1. Get one of the janitors to run interference for her. His sacrifice will be forever remembered.
>>20155498Can we get to the killin' people part? I'm gettin' antsy...
>>20155562Clarke has never been much of a fighter. Most of the problems we solved up to this point just involved us bending our way out.
Have a janitor cross over with R1 and draw their attention.
>>20155543The Merc's comm device flashes with an incoming call.Five floors up, R1 meets the janitors. together, R1 and one of them move on up the stairs. R1's batteries are stressed by all the activity, but she keeps on moving. The other janitor waits patiently in the hallway next to its mop and bucket. When a pair of Mercs rounds the stairs, they see the blank-faced gray mannequin standing there, and unquestioningly open fire. shreds of gray silicone go everywhere, and the robot falls to the ground, shuddering and twisting."This what you saw?" asks a merc. The other one steps forward and puts a bullet in the janitor's cranium. "Not sure. I think I saw real flesh tones, but was out the corner of my eye, you know?"
>>20155653His sacrifice shall be remembered. One day, we will right the name of... uh... Nondescript Jani-bot on the moon itself.
>>20155653If they're still suspicious, do a bait and switch. Pass off the PDA to the remaining janitor and have R1 do interference if they keep searching.As for the call, can any of the robots do a passable voice impersonation? Either that or we'll just have to pretend the signal is really fucked up.
Benoit messages you.>>//Message Reads: R1 is on the roof. There's a solid signal. Call is going out. We did it, 08. We really did it."You see R1 via the roof camera, putting the PDA to it's ear."Yes, Emergency Services, There has been a break-in at the USR building. 2433 Cozuela Ave....Yes, I can hold.">>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: So, you have the Video feed. That's why i can't find any of the cameras. And you have the directory, too. How selfish. Weren't you ever taught to share your toys?
>>20155766>Reply: If you asked nicely, I might have considered it. Motherfucker.
>>20155766>Well, think about it. You offered me no incentive to assist you. You tricked me. You have been fairly polite as far as kidnappers go but I mean, come on. At least offer me some upgrades or pay or SOMETHING I'd find worthwhile. Woulda been willing to help.
>>20155766>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: Not to sound petulat, but if I can't have it, no one can.The Roof: "My name is Mindy R1, Jil-class Replica in the service of USRobotics. Yes, I can hold. No, there is not a human available.">>20155710Neither you or Margaret have that function.Margaret finishes cleaning and bandaging the Merc's wound, and begins strapping him down to the table. he's too tired to object. "Hey, sadism-unit, any chance of some more drugs? I'm going to catch hell for this, might as well be after a nice trip."
>>20155898Call of your friends and tell them this floor is clear, and you'll get the rest of the drugs. It is in your best interest too, since that means they will be less likely to come down here and find out you failed your duties.
>>20155898Quickly! Into th-ah, fuck it, we got the directory inside our system. We can get by without cameras.
Give him a knock-out dose. Just to make sure he doesn't blab to anyone who finds him.
>>20155898Maybe we should also advise R1 to sound a bit more urgent, like saying we got a freaking Die Hard terrorist situation here.And why not, call up USR HQ and tell them one of their facilities is under attack.
>>20155997I wonder if they have an employee call-in code for "Shit's gone south"
>>20155949The Roof: "Yes, there are hostages. The assailants are eleven humans and one robot. if-"The feed cuts out.Standard response time from the Cancun authorities is 10 minutes, given the time of day. Call made 5 minutes ago.The Merc lifts his head, and, looking at you resentfully, speaks into the comm. "Yeah?">"What's your status? Why didn't you reply earlier?""Jesse and I were searching the floor. Didn't want distractions. It's clear down here, full lockdown. The doll's scrapped.">"Good. Head back up, leave Jesse down there just in case. We're still looking for Cornetto. One floor at a time, fuck this is tedious. at least we've got all night.""Roger"The merc collapses back, and sighs as more anesthetic and a few opiates flood his system.Margaret speaks. "He's stable. No further treatment required for hours. I've got him on an artificial transfusion." She says as she plugs a bag of off-white liquid into the man's arm.
Well. We sure as hell can't let him go. Are the twins still with us?See what they suggest we do.
>>20156081Let's grab the gun, and go clearing floors. We should remember where we'd seen mercs on the camera systems due to synthetic robot brain.
>>20156109How about we do the exact opposite of that and not get scrapped. How long do you think until someone gets suspicious that Mr. Merc is going back up?
Benoit relays that USR is being contacted. He assures you that the phrase Die Hard will be pointedly used, repeatedly.As Clarke and Rocky check on all their gear (rocky takes a smoke grenade, and gives one to clarke, explaining its function and proper use), you hear distant sirens, coming closer.Rocky speaks. "Geneva Conventions State that Wounded and captured Enemy Combatants are to be given minimum medical care. Off-book company policy states that what the UN Security Council doesn't know can't hurt it."
>>20156212He's not really much of a threat for now, and if need be, Margaret can just pump some more drugs to keep him sedated. Plus, he cooperated with us, which should count for something.I say we wait for the cavalry to arrive. Two Locusts had a bit of a hard time taking on two mercs, and they had the advantage of surprise. I doubt trying to take on the other 10 by ourselves is going to end well.
My vote:We wait for emergency services to get here. Once they arrive, we offer them every ounce of support we can muster. While we wait, we gotta come up with a plan to cut these guys off from accessing the lab.
>>20156274Plus the mercs don't know that the first floor has been compromised. The cops can just waltz right in before they realize anything.
A few minutes later, you hear helicopters. Apparently, the armored cars parked out front was kind of a dead givaway that something was up.A single camera feed pops back up. it shows the room where the hostages are being held. The Merc leader holds a phone, and hands it to the monocular robot. Outside, you can hear a spanish voice through a megaphone, giving the usual cop routine. From the phone, a tinny voice emerges. Apparently, the "system admin" is letting a single call through.>This is Captain Hortez. We wish to resolve this situation as peacefully as possible. With whom am I speaking?"The monocular bot raises the phone to it's speaker and talks in a peculiar, effete-sounding voice, like a warped parody of sean connery."Hello. You can call me...Cain. Now, Stay a while, and listen.">>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: Well played, Cowboy. Well-played.
>>20156349>CowboyGuys... I think we have Clark's new name.
>>20156401Aww yissMothaFuckinCowboyStay sharp, now. Remember, we still end up scrapped at the end of this, somehow.
>>20156349>Cain>Deckard Cain>iseewhatyoudidthere.jpgAnd since we're just chock full of references today...Reply: The only winning move is not to play.
>>20156349Wait a minute?Cain?Deckard?Rusty Shackleford?Who the FUCK is this guy?
>>20156474haha, yes. Seconding this response.
>>20156506Fucking hilarious, that's who.
>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: My, what an incredibly appropriate reference. Unfortunately, sometimes not playing simply isn't an option. There can be no winners here, Mr Cowboy. I knew that when I instigated this operation.>>I am trying to ensure that there are Survivors.>>Credits roll>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1sJsUsxD_g&feature=related
I keep thinking Cain is a Geth. It's almost quite fitting.
Lost Future Quest reuturns next week, with the conclusion of Die Hard 6.Glad everyone could make it. We return to our regularly scheduled post-apocalyptic exploration soon.Thread archived here by some helpful person:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20137272/Upvotes are always appreciated. Thank you all for participating.And, at this point, I open up the floor to speculation, critique, and imagedumping.Fanart is appreciated too. Damn, I need to get my reader tablet fixed so I can do slightly more professional-looking art. MSpaint and pencil sketches just doesn't cut it. All the best quests have tons of OP art.
>>20156928Hmm, you know, I'm wondering if even if Clarke didn't remember this event, the feelings from this event shaped his decision to install the firearms software? Sort of analogous to a person with amnesia still remembering motor control-related skills.
So, if we do well and get out of this okay, will it affect real non-flashback clarke?
>>20157015Oh, so naive. Bad shit will go down. All we're doing here is determining HOW bad, and how far we got before getting scrapped.What, you think we can cause a time paradox via a flashback?
>>20157067No no, I mean like statwise. Obviously we get scrapped eventually. Maybe we could get like two skill points in Genre Savy though.
>>20157095I would consider that. A peronality attribute point, and an appropriate Merit, perhaps.
We thwart the entire operation, lay waste to our opponents and save the hostages, and then, overcome with guilt at having killed so many humans, decide to run away, hide in a dumpster, and deactivate ourselves. In a completely unrelated turn of events, an apocalypse happens.
Robot dump?Robot dump!
These fucking valves.
And this is the last one from me for tonight. Great game, guys.