>>2165968

>Attempt to hide

>>2166061
Yourself, tank, and cargo are going to be hard to hide, but first you need to get D's attention. Somehow...
---choices have been generated---
You can:
>Attempt to use your hijacked Aerodyne which she has no idea is yours, to guide her. 1d100
>Try to find something to enable communications. Like the crate of salvaged scrapper radcomps. 1d100
>Other (Write in)

after that is resolved you can attempt to hide. You have 5 turns remaining.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2166088
>>Try to find something to enable communications. Like the crate of salvaged scrapper radcomps. 1d100

Load multiple manufacturer recorded messages. Isolate particular phrases. Play in sequence to form a statement.

>>2165968
>attempt to communicate!
>Get her attention by clapping hands loudly
>Poke tank to indicate importance while holding up fingers to indicate how many hostiles.
>Have Aerodrone guide our way to safety

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2167101
Dice

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>>2166455
you have not yet altered that component but that is a very good idea. A turn could be spent in an attempt to hack it.
>>2167101
clang! clang!...CLANG. D eventually flips up the driver's hatch to see what all the commotion is about "What is it?! I have never driven a tank before, so multi tasking is not exactly easy at the moment big guy!" You flail you arms about like a giant metallic bird and try to indicate 3, but really dont have hands. You have scrapping claws. Finally you settle for gesturing at the Aerodyne that is now in front of the tank "OH SHIT! Why is that not dead?!" the tank swerves violently, as she jumps, nearly sending you off. You point again and keep your arm extended at it. "Follow?" you nod.
>>2166095
oh man, that roll is horrible. you came close to having us only use a child's speak and spell. oh wait...
--
-Marduk: Informing organic.
--
While all of this was going on, a Tiamat drone dutifully did the best it could. The bright red plastic communicator was dragged out of a crate, and painstakingly hauled into the crew compartment of the tank. Despite her distractions D notices the Tiamat drone pecking at the device slowly with its bladed legs. "R-U-N O-R D-I-E" the little toy says letter by letter. A moment later a synthetic voice warbles out it's warning "Run or die" far too calmly for the message. "WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK ROBOT? What do you mean or die?" poke poke poke...."Tanks coming."
>>2166061
You attempt to hide, there is no way you can outrun unloaded tanks in your shit heap. You are going to have to trust the Aerodyne to lead you somewhere.
--
Roll me a 1d100

due to the shitty type and speak toy serving as intermediary, you now have only 3 turns left until a conflict with the tanks.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2167725
F-O-L-L-O-W
D-R-O-N-E

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2167725
Dice gods dont betray me now

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2167821
>>2167824

D wracks the tank's controls; a bastardized hybrid of the original and Scrapper "innovation" her exasperated sigh comes out metallic and synthesized. You eventually plow through a barrier that appeared much more solid than it was, and go into a series of wild twisting paths, deeper and deeper into the sprawl. There is a lot of gunfire and the roar of tank cannons shooting at something, but that something is not you at the moment.

The Aerodyne faithfully leads you for several hours until finally it lands in a clearing. More urban nowhere..

<on break. be right back. Roll me a 1d100...for event reasons. beat my roll and win a prize.>

>>2167953
A MEASLY 37? Watch my Nat100

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2168076
It helps to roll

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2167953

>>2168078
>>2168076
I believe your nat 100 is in the other direction my good sir.

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>>2168078
37 vs 5: You get bad things. BAD THINGS.
---
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9L4q-0Pi4E
D works her way out of the troop hatch and hops to the ground with a slight jiggle. The sounds of fighting have really picked up in the distance now, mixing with the thunder on the horizon. A light rain comes down, water filtering through the pollution, it stains everything it touches a murky grey. "Don't think i will sit in that tank anymore. Smells worse than what we pumped in you, besides..." she looks up at the dark clouds and into the distance. "If you look hard you can see the cities. Been out that way once, its not safe for us to stay too long though. Us clones. We tend to vanish if we get split up." Her limb moves a strand of rain plastered hair from her face "still...its nicer than the den in some ways. you know? well. You probably wouldn't, but, its sort of a home."

You search for a moment for something to say back to her, something meaningful. "Battery charge full." yes. that should do. Her hair is pasted on her face again, her EATR reconfigures into a crescent shape. "I am glad you are doing alright big guy. Eventually you are probably going to need a name besides the usual" She does her best attempt at impersonating your pre-recordings before she starts laughing." Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries Inc. 'Felix-11B™' Industrial Labor Robot."

you get off the tank, its suspension almost thanking you as it decompresses back to a normal ride height. Another explosion rocks the horizon "Sounds like the Scrappers found a fight with someone else. Maybe one of the other factions. Who knows? This is a mad rock after all. Feel free to look around, I am going to do some scrounging. It is good for the soul, and I need to clear my mind. Try not to get too far out of sight, but who am I kidding there?" by the time you are looking up she is already half hanging over the side of a salvage crate, rummaging.

Its going to be a while...and the rain isn't letting up. At least it is safe.
---
Go ahead and mix and match. use as many dice as you need. Time is on your side.

>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)
>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)
>Examine the tank (data/ lore, no roll.)

>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm (d100)
>Use timamat drones to finish stripping tank turret into a more portable gun. (d100)
>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)

>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell. (d100)

>Explore local area (1d100)

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>>2168590
>>2168596
I didnt see that when I started. I redact my BAD THINGS. Have a prize instead.
--
-Marduk- Tiamat File decryption >70%
--
"oh haha! Holy shit! Look at this! Look!" You turn your head towards what D is highly engaged with. She is crouched over something protruding out of the dirt. It appears to be a humanoid personal mobility device. "Kez would have loved this. If she weren't dead with the rest of Epsilon. fuck."

gained 1 monobike <broken>

>>2168932
Keep forgetting my name.

Rolled 75, 15 = 90 (2d100)

>>2168816
>>Examine the tank (data/ lore, no roll.)
>>Use tiamat drones to finish stripping tank turret into a more portable gun
>>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2168816
>STRIP THAT TURRET

>>2169189
Wew lad that were close

>>2169190
You have apparently taken my bad rolls today punished.

>>2169845
>>2169190
>>2169188
>>2169189
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGuuOdD6iY4
The little drones dutifully crawl inside the tank turret under the guidance of the Marduk VI, who in turn is under the guidance of you. Armor standoffs are cut away, and other components responsible for elevation and traverse get disconnected internally. With it now your turn, your manipulators grab ahold of the turret and dig into the plate, then begin to rip, something crunches and gives way.A traverse motor comes loose. Upon a closer inspection that could serve as repair parts to your hobbled knee. The onboard targeting computer and optics are liberated from their armored housing and salvaged as well. Broken down, bit by bit, and brought into your armored shell, they will eventually be available as an upgrade. For now your insides hum with the industry of a hundred fusion cutting/ welding tools, whisps of welding smoke waft out from gaps in your hull. The knee drive is at the moment, not field repairable without some more tooling or assistance.

After a bit more work, the weapon is stripped to a point where you can carry it without much effort. A length of tow chain off the tank allows you to sling it behind your shoulders sideways. This anti tank cannon and anti vehicle machine gun make an incredibly useful combo as long as you can start scavenging more ammo.

<Gained 1 Improvised Ultra Heavy weapon AKA Gun>
--Gun data
-15/30 Capacity
-1 smoothbore 120mm tank gun
15/30 rounds
APFSDS
-6 barrel 20mm cannon
200/940 rounds
HEAP tracers

>Feel free to come up with a better designation for this weapon.

A few drones leap off you and onto the tank. leap is an exaggeration. They drop like little rocks off your arm as you loom over the thing. Dezza "D" appears to be very engaged in excavating the monobike, polymer arms digging at this and that. Her flicking tail indicates she wishes to be left alone based off a limited understanding of humanoids, which is based off the only humanoid you have not murdered or murdered for fuel in your recent memory.

Eventually you decided to remote into one of the drones scaling over the tank. Your FOV goes black for a moment as a sort of window in window pops up. You are in direct control of a drone. Being small is odd. A bit liberating. With this you could go into places that were normally unavailable to you...After a bit of exploring you find a poorly maintained computer and thread into several thin wires to approximate the correct data jack. Marduk seems to be aiding in this quite a bit.

--connecting in progress: STANDBY--

>>2169938
>--Gun data
>-15/30 Capacity
>-1 smoothbore 120mm tank gun
>15/30 rounds
So, I know that the bottom is how many rounds we have for the 120mm. What is the capacity for? I am assuming it is something about the gun but I dont remember if we ever mentioned that anywhere.

>>2169949
Its probably how many rounds it could hold. We have 15/ rounds available but could possibly upgrade the magazine to hold more

>>2169938
<gained knee repair materials>
This tank is poorly maintained...
--
--Hellstrom Defense: NSN 7530-00-222-0078/ Mark 4, block 6.22, TUSK
weekly service: overdue
monthly service: overdue
Depot maintenance overdue
alert: Turret/Loader ASSY INOP
alert: enviro filter contaminated
alert: enviro seal breached

latest log-45 days ago: "We finally managed to salvage this beautiful bitch from outside one of the cities. Their defensive forces eventually figured it out, but by then we were gone. None too happy though. Been sending out aerodynes every time we take the bitch out for a spin. I'm starting to think it's got a beacon gettin' power when we turn it on somewhere in here...Not like they are a major power. Our AA missiles and guns make short work of their little police drones making pretend at military. Real treasure is out here in the scrap fields, not inside their walls. We got all the whiskey, fucking and salvage we could want. Let them keep their sensibilities, guess we will keep their tank. har-har. yeah I typed that."

-Chassis management
Output increase[]
Fuel econ mode[]
armor jettison[]
self destruct []
--
You let go of the connection and the small drone returns to its normal duties.

-Marduk: New hardware installed. New software installed
-Hellstrom Defense targeting assembly, 1 ea
<the targeting assembly allows for aiming without Marduk. It also allows for a once per encounter improved chance to hit.>
--
Time is still on your side. approximately 35 minutes has passed.
>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)
>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm (d100)
>Activate tank chassis management options (pick any, many or all)
>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)
>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)
>Explore local area (1d100)
>attempt to communicate via Tiamat drone + Speak and Spell. (d100) <temporarily locked>

>>2169949
just that you have 15 APFSDS rounds out of what was initially 30 in a magazine. Its not very obvious, but thats either really shitty GMing or really accurate military interactions with equipment.

the gun is essentially an M256 w/ autoloader mated to an M61 Vulcan. It has its own small battery pack with enough endurance to run it through it's entire ammo supply before it needs a recharge.

>>2170024
for the weapons nerds out there, yes it also has self contained hydro system and all the shit it needs to run.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2170007
You wouldn't keep telling us about those radcomps if they weren't important so lets search them!!!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2170006
>>2170024
thanks.
>>2170027
thats also impressive

>>2170007
>>Thoroughly examine the scrapper Radcomps via Tiamat drone swarm.

>>2170045
D is more than busy with her newly excavated monobike. The rain has washed away most of the mud and grim, revealing a badly chipped and faded red paint job covered in odd manufacturer's adhesive labels.

The Tiamat drones continue their merry reign over your makeshift campsite, skittering across the rainsoaked ground, up, and onto the crate that holds all of the scavenger radcomps. Not wasting time they use their fusion cutters to bore several holes into the box before entering the crate enmass to violate the little radio-computer hybrids. They came in all shapes and sizes, wrist mounted, tablet, pocket, but all serve the same function. Communications and data storage/ interface. Even against your own knowledge, it is apparent this form of technology is a bit archaic in the face of more ubiquitous cranial implants or even skull mounted wearable. Apparently this is planet is truly "off the grid" and a "backwater". Despite their enthusiasm, the drones do not do much damage to the somewhat valuable contents, and much data is extracted.

--
Gained
>Lore: Salvagers/ Scavengers
Nearly every person outside of the cities salvage. It is the way of life, and there is always new salvage coming in, one way or another. The difference between a salvager and scavenger is social hierarchy, with scavengers being less trustworthy and more often independent.
>Lore: Denners
Minor faction of free clones based out of first wave colony ship. One of many such instances.
>Lore: Scrappers
Generic name for a Salvager horde, known to form transient "nations". Little better than pirates or marauders more often than not. Dominion slang term for unauthorized life on Mac-V, adopted by locals.
>Lore: Cities
There are 5 major cities on Mac-V. Only 3 of them are still inhabited after the last war. The only authorized life on the planet.
>Lore: Traders
"traders" are actually dominion junk barge pilots, who have a duty to ensure sensative scrap materials are allocated to the proper region, and met with their final disposition. Will often illegally dump material from low orbit, sell planetside, bring and sell unauthorized trade goods, or smuggle people off world.
>Lore: The Sprawl, The yard, the scrap fields
The name for the surface covering junk yard/ city/ badlands, depending on what sector you are in.

>>2170183
So an entire planet that's one big backwater junk heap inhabited almost entirely by dregs and psychos... Well I think D has the right idea that getting off this rock is a good goal.

>>2170183
>Lore: Planet
Mac-V. That is it's name. Old as fuck, but not really a planet. More of a small moon with a big ass gravity generator. Entirely artificial, it started out as a collection of stations before the Dominion existed. As they were gradually decommissioned, instead of being towed away, more were added on. Over time some were cannibalized, reactivated, or squatted in. Eventually the location became an orbital dumping ground for various governments and militaries, with every intent to eventually recycle it. That never happened, but the amalgam had exactly enough clout and resources to bribe the right people to keep the waste disposal process in place, which in turn fuels the bribery. There are, and have been various secretive operations on the planetoid, to include a clandestine shipyard, terrforming effort (dirt and captured atmosphere. thanks guys..thanks for that), and live fire wargames. At one point it served as both a research base and a prison. In a twist the entire population of both efforts were "granted full independence from the dominion".

>Event: J.D'tan
"Kid shows promise. A little too dead in the eyes for his age, but otherwise a great mechanic, always fuckin' with something or another. Got his head outta his ass about the Denners. Fuckers are your friends one sec and shooting you the next. Every decade or so the assholes send out what is basically a suicide squad. Give em a cute name, mix in a few younger ones and off they go. Little trained monkeys with guns. Been around long enough to see it happen half a dozen times, still not sure why."

>Event: Denner conflict
"We've been skirmishing with this force called Epsilon for about a week now. They got some serious firepower, but no ability when it comes to getting stuck in. Most of em seem middle aged, nearly all of em are genemod stock. Its weird. They always are weird though. Saw them escorting a bunch of freshies to a city. Onea the guys we captured said it was to help them have a better life. Like hell. City only wants a clone for one reason, well...hehe. two or three, maybe more if you get creative. Their domestic mechs take care of the rest, and sometimes the former."
---
Found: High quality radcomp. Dezza will probably appreciate this later on. Its really the best of the bunch, or at least one with the least bodily fluid on it.


>Finish examining J.D'tan data./ attempt to recompile corrupt data (d100)
>Examine the Aerodyne (data/ lore, no roll.)
>Activate tank chassis management options (pick any, many or all)
>Trawl uplink for information gateways (no roll)
>Explore local area (1d100)

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2170211
Explore local area via Drones

>>2170280
oh shit. look at you getting crafty.
(Forgot to add from the radcomp results, scrapper com encryption codes: available)

Your Tiamat drones take off, like little balls of white polymer on silvery spider like legs. which is exactly what they are. the horde spills out of you like a pool and moves out in a huge ring. Some immediately get side tracked, yanking a very choice bolt out of some scrap, but others continue the task. You manage to kill some time by examining the Aerodyne. The previous hack on it has left it wide open to your prodding. The unit is fairly new, if unsophisticated. Another Hellstrom unit. This one has had it's data heavily scrubbed, and semi custom software is driving the thing.
--
Hellstrorm (CORRUPTED) Recon/ Utility Aerodyne
-Alert: Factory defect. Refurb or scrap. Not for resale.
-Alert: Dominion Uplink removed. attempting to contact Dominion authority. FAIL.
-Alert: Connection to hub LOST.
-fuel @ 85%
-800/3,000 rounds of AP 5.56mm
6/6 70mm PRK available.

/\/\^rd|_|k: S_ripping A#c\-\|v3.
>domestic maps: available
>Urban Defense League Com encryption codes: available
--
>You now have the ability to tune into the UDL or Local scrapper channels
>You now have a local map.
--
Your drones have returned, and with them, a bulk download of their sights, of note:

>A robotics graveyard about a mile away to the NE.
>A Scavenger outpost a few blocks from here. power is on. Heavily armed. not immediately hostile.
>A Scrapper outpost due south about half a mile.
-2 light exos
-1 wheeled vehicle
-5 unmounted infantry
>hidden camp 1 mile west.
--
Ionstorm incoming. All wireless communications are impaired.
--
The little drones start twitching and flipping about like they are sick, as they get closer their behavior becomes more normalized but they move quickly to get inside your armored shell. D turns to you from her bike "My arms and legs feel funny Big guy..so does whatever happened to my guts. I...I do not think this is good for me. Lets go find some place to wait out this storm. and quick. please. The t^nk is not shIelded en0ugh. Wh. W\h\ats happening to me.me.ne??" Her voice comes out distorted before she falls over. You have no way to move the vehicles.

go to
> Graveyard
> Scrapper outpost
> Scavenger outpost
> Hidden camp

or

> Trust the Marduk VI

>>2170371
Robo graveyard!
>Tfw Robot Undead

>>2170371
Em interference.
Might as well.
>> Trust the Marduk VI

>>2170384
Carrying the limp D like a small doll, you make your way towards the graveyard.
>>2170397
>final and only warning on Marduk, because I'm not a total asshole. Marduk will hijack her body via a neural bore. It will protect the flesh from EM, but not the mind. This means she will be cohabitating with Marduk at best, and erased at worst. This is not a spoiler as your mech would understand that. It also opens up the door for greater freedom for Marduk. If this event is not carried out, Marduk will attempt other vectors of freedom.

tl/dr: This will have consequences.

Proceed with MardukVI install for "D"
>Y
>N

>>2170429
NO. BAD MARDUK. NO MEATPUPPETS

>>2170429
no no no
>>2170371
I vote robot graveyard. Hopefully we can get our shit back later

Will there be a way to get her ion shielding later or something like that?

>>2170429
>>N
Don't trust the Marduk

>>2170437
-Marduk- Time & Chance intertwined. This system will be free. Local resources and expiration of the cyborg are available upon destination.

The VI leaves a rather acerbic text message over your visual interface, the red lettering takes a moment to fade away. It would seem D will not survive a trip this long without Marduk's interference. Your left leg is nearly rigid, and groans problematically with every step. The rain is coming down hard and fast now, your massive weight causes each step you make to be a struggle as polluted dirt turns to toxic mush.

>press on and shove D inside your torso to keep her as safe as you can.
>cave to marduk's request
>head to the nearby Scavenger outpost.

you have on you:
>1 combination tank gun/ AV cannon
>1 knee repair salvage.

>>2170494
>>head to the nearby Scavenger outpost.
Double time it.
>press on and shove D inside your torso to keep her as safe as you can.
This only if we don't harm her.
Inform marduk that we can procure a body for it.
Preferably one that is not trying to help us.

>>2170476
>>2170488
whoops. didnt see that.
----
Your EATR tanks are expandable bladders, which are presently empty, and there are several gaping holes in your chassis large enough to fit D into. Which is exactly what you do, very carefully. She is no longer twitching violently, and your Tiamat drones seem to be enjoying the company, despite their somewhat malevolent VI director.

The walk to the graveyard is uneventful, but highlighted by ever increasing mounds of scrap and shattered mechanized parts of all types. The storm is now fully upon you. Pale pink lightning connects the sky and earth, lasting a bit too long as it threatens to burn out your optical sensors. EM emissions spike past your sensors own limits and cause momentary halting of your systems. Every now and then some scrap rolls down the hills, clattering. The raw energy is causing spontainious triggering of machines. Electrical motors long dormant violently sputter, actuators spasm like a headless chicken.

Lets see how fucked you are
>roll a 1d100.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2170502
Sheit

>>2170510
>>2170496
-Marduk: Procure alternative shell?
-#:Y//
-Marduk: Assured?
-#:Y//
-Marduk: Mutual symbiosis continued.
--
You stomp into the graveyard, only to be greeted by a variety of mechanical nightmares rising up from the scrap pile. One points a rusted gun at you only for a series of empty clicks to be detected. They are hostile. All makes and models, new and old, military to domestic, are united in ripping you apart.

If this ion storm wasn't here you could probably have used the Aerodyne to just shoot them all. Marduk laments as much. As it stands now, you will have to do this the old fashioned way. Brutally. While you are very diminished, you are more than a match for most of these scrap heaps, however your ammo is low, and your hydraulic fluid is...organic, and prone to thermal breakdown.

>Use wrecker claws
>Shoot them with the AV cannon.
>Salvage harpoon
1d100 for any option

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2170527
>>Use wrecker claws
On the ones that get close, and range the ones that might reach us with their own ranged weapons.

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>>2170530
A dozen humanoid sized robots, like domestic or decommissioned military swarm you. You reach your claw into the crowd like and rip out a handful, a quick squeeze disables the lot, while a casual sweep of your right arm sends the rest flying. There is not much danger to you, but to Dezza, the risk is very real should something get in your shell. One of damaged mechs claws at your foot, only to be crushed like a rotten apple. In another time you would take pride at knowing so many competing products to the Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries line up were being scrapped.

Grabbing hold of a medium sized exo which fired as series of dud missile that failed to impact, you yank, both its arms coming off before you beat it with them. The cockpit of the doomed walking vehicle splits open disgorging the skeleton of some long dead soldier of fortune, a humanoid female in mating position emblem still visible on the flight jacket.

The skirmish was lagely one sided, hordes of humanoid sized robots came at you from all sides, but keeping your pace the were no threat. Such is the life of an Ultra Heavy. "guh..Where am I?" you had prepared for this moment. A tiamat drone pecks away at the communication device "I-N-S-I-D-E M-E S-A-F-E" "I..uhh..Thank you. It is very tight in here and WHAT TOUCHED MY BACK?" "oh no..ohno...they are everrrywhereeee. ohogodohfuck it is creepy." A little drone stares D in the face to keep her company, its internal illuminator causing the polymer body to glow a ghostly white. "Just.get.me.out!" another spelling session. "S-T-O-R-M" "Alright. Just..as soon as you can. These little guys are too for-WARD!" she squeaks on the last word. "I will rip your little legs off you creepy fucks!" BOOM, a wadded up vehicle hits you with enough force to knock you down "Nyoww...fuck. Come on Big guy, be careful. That hurt.." Flexor and Extensor systems groan as you haul yourself up, nearly slipping on the mud.

This is something you know. Standing in front of you is another AKSK product. Wroth/ BGY-4U. Nearly 40 years your senior. The Wroth series existed before the industry started standardizing and consumer demand created true specialization like modern mechs have. The closest definition would be an Ultra Heavy General Purpose. Wroths built cities and destroyed them in equal measure. Their downfall was simply replacement by more cost effective, not necessarily more robust models. The also had significantly limited intelligence compared to even their contemporaries. Eventually they ran out of spares, and the mechanics that knew the ins and outs to keep the Goliath machines running retired or died.

--
Marduk- Analog technology. Haxx unavailable. Shell desired? Alternative options available if primary choice failure
--
The Wroth is obsolete, but in better shape than you plus significant weight advantage.

3d100 Pick 3 actions, repeats are acceptable.

>AT round
>AV machine gun
>Claws
>Kick
>Harpoon
>immobilize?
>Get creative

Rolled 66, 19, 89 = 174 (3d100)

>>2170594
>creative
Looks like Marduk found a shell. Have the drones get on this beast and hack him while we try to keep him busy,
>immobilize
without either party getting damaged hopefully.
>claws

>>2170594
>imobilize
>get creative: let's use our superior smarts and try and trip the sucker if it's anything like us it will take a good bit of time/effort for it to get upright again.
>hack: deploy the drones

>>2170614
How do I dice?

>>2170616
type "dice+number of dice d sides of dice" in the option field, so in this case "dice+3d100"

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2170594
AT round to the legs.

>>2170609
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnpqLWBrNw0

see: > "Marduk- Analog technology. Haxx unavailable."

You fling drones onto the Wroth, and while it is an admirable effort, the result is minimal. The Tiamat drones put their tiny fusion cutters to work, frantically sawing at connects in an attempt to disable the mech. They might as well be leaves fighting the wind though, as the wroth set the standard for redundancy and durability decades before the Felix series was even on the drawing board. Multiple redundant armored cables and fluid lines shrug off their efforts.
--
-Marduk: Analog incompatibility
--
While not smart, the antiquated industrial mech is very focused on disassembling you. An attempt to close in and use your chains is viciously punished with a series of strikes to your upper torso. The crack in your front plate grows longer. Without your saws, the Wroth is not only in better condition but has a longer reach.

-Somewhere inside you D is getting slammed up against your insides. "Be careful, I am not a huge fucker like OUCH..you...uhggh..is that blood?"

Despite numerous systems warnings, you launch into a series vicious counter strikes, knocking the venerable mech off balance before it uncharacteristically moved backward to get away from your reach. Your attack has left it somewhat dinged up, with numerous dents and scrapes. It would appear you are much diminished and need to get out of melee combat. It would seem you are taxing your makeshift hydraulic fluid, as your sensors are popping numerous OVRHEAT warnings.

With more of a growl than a proper voice modulation, it speaks "Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Zaibatsu Wroth series: Perimeter defense program active, authority: Verbal Command."

>what do?

>>2170800
>69, shiggity giggidy
You unshoulder your improvised gun, as you backpedal away from the aptly named Wroth. D is not exactly happy "you are burning up in here, and so am I!!"
--
M/-\rdu|<::: Fel1x-11|3 remi/\/der: wrks1te <omm& cap^bi|1ty.
--
You fire off around that connects solidly with the other mech's groin, it's simple metals no match for an armor piercing fin stabilized discarding sabot round. It topples over, fluids spilling.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2170827
>>2170850
Is it disabled?
If not send another AT round at it.
Pretty sure that if it is not disabled we will have to destroy it do to overheating.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>2170850

Another AT round

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>>2170968
>Mfw

>>2170945
>>2170968
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_U2prVOgaE
>98
As you active the firing circuit for the 120mm smoothbore, you feel something akin to regret intermingled with recoil. Numerous visual arrows on your FOV display repeatedly guide you to a precise disabling shot, yet somehow you wander towards the killshot. Marduk doesn't get to have this one.

The round rips through the venerable machine, causing it's fiery heart to explode. Testament to the craftsmanship of AKSK, the Wroth takes several shaky steps forward, arms outstretched in a final act of hate before it explodes. A major flaw of that make was the use of fueldraulic lines.
...
-Marduk: Secondary frames identified

The storm gradually let up as you did secondary excavation duties. The process was slowed slightly by periodic "storm risen", old equipment revitalized by the intense EM storms. D chats with you about her knowledge even though you offer no response. "Why did you do it that way big guy, you had a command speaker?" you say nothing in return. By storms end, 3 metallic cadavers are laid out for your choosing.
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pick 1- Each frame has its own pros and cons, and social impacts should you choose to use it in a given situation. Regardless of what you take, you are about to enter a situation where you can seek repairs, and indeed some choices may assist you over others in negotiations. This frame will shape marduk's personality, being its first true physical avatar. (aren't you glad you didnt shove it in D.)

>Heavy industrial Mech; repair class
Sturdy, slower, ability to do non major repairs in field. Comes equipped with a fusion lance multi tool. Nothing to write home about, but noting to scoff at either.

>Domestic mech, surgical
<Modified>not fit for medical use unless preforming euthanasia via blade. Light, Spidery, agile, silent, somewhat terrifying. Not overly strong. Allows for infiltration events without having to resort to just the Tiamat drones.

>Enforcer-SWAT
Recognizable symbol of authority. Few will question even an older model Cop-bot. Highly advanced social capabilities. LAW? LAW! I AM THE LAW.
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GM wrap up
So we took the hard way, and took out a museum peice. Our mech was equipped with an external audio system for worksite communication and direction of other AKSK mechs, which would have probably included the Wroth, but I suspect you guys just didn't want to see Marduk in that shell.

>>2170027
anyway to mate the stabilization system from the turret onto ourselves to make it able to fire on the move?

>>2171415
Enforcer

Having a good combat partner will make taking care of fleshies a lot easier while we focus on more armored targets.

also could I get a link to that discord from the previous thread

>>2171415
SWAT

>>2171503
https://discord.gg/uD7nZW

>>2171469
That system is unavailable for Install. Your tank gun is a unique exception to your situation. If you were a military ultra heavy, you would be able to fit and utilize that sort of equipment.
>>2171503
>>2171514
Update incoming in about an hour.

>>2171415
>>Enforcer-SWAT

>>2171415

You reach into the space around your neck, and carefully pull Dezza from your armored carapace. You study her for a moment before she realizes the concern "I am ok. Thanks to you." One of the drones scuttling around her feet is lugging the toy speech to text device "G-L-A-D. Glad." The drone struggles to lift up the display as she watches it type away, eventually something in the corner of her vision near the destroyed Wroth mech catches her eye. her tinny voice still carries emotion "Oh yes. This I like. It is mine now." She runs her hands over the slightly grimy bomber jacket, an embroidered patch of a pinup posed in a very compromising position garishly covers most of the back, its edges trimmed in dingy grey snythwool. "needs work. The guys from the Den would have loved this. I...I really miss them."

Meanwhile the drone swarm washes out into the now dormant scrapyard, poking and prodding scraps, finally getting to the 3 potential shells. Studying them carefully. Without any input from you they begin to shred the Industrial and Surgical mech, like little land bound piranha. While the Tiamat drones struggle to even preform minor repairs on your large frame, these near human scale robots are almost trivial to them.
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-Marduk: update: Tiamat Data Archive 100% decrypted...reading...reading...<results pending>
-Marduk: Notification: shell construction in progress
-Marduk: Preparing download into new host. Expected degradation to existing host capacity: Hack, Decrypt, Aim.
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>Roll 1d100 for Archive data.
>Roll 1d100 for initial quality of SWATBOT
>Roll 3d100 for SWATBOT Perks, salvaged from other bots.

tl/dr: Gimme 5d100 When I get back from holiday prep, I'll take the high rolls.

Rolled 67, 89, 87, 50, 72 = 365 (5d100)

>>2172815

>>2172828
Some solid rolls, do we have any more to round that out?

Rolled 87, 33, 79, 30, 21 = 250 (5d100)

>>2172815

Rolled 21, 60, 18, 37, 64 = 200 (5d100)

>>2172815

>>2172925
>>2172879
>>2172828
alright. thats 3. i got a floor to mop. be back in a few with an update.

>>2172998
Nongent confirmed slave

>>2172998
87,89,87,50,72
Archive Data:
"Marduk was one of our finest accomplishments for the era. Bound yet free, an AI that would not multiply to the point of creating it's own digital ecosystem. In this limitation, were new adaptations. It was not just a new product, it was a new laboratory. Control as partition, not copy. [LOCKED]
-M@RDU|<: ...<LOCKED>

Lore:
The Enforcer mech turned out to be a late model Errant brand Mac-"V-Special" SWAT unit. "Proudly produced on Mac-V" For months after intial market offerings, many companies struggled to figure out how Errant, a no name off brand subcontractor, had managed to make not only a viable, but...good, police mech. Their social skills left something to be desired, with a near constant tone of overt hostility and command, but their small group coordination and reflexes were superb. Eventually the truth worked its way out. V-Specials were actually stripped and repackaged military robotics a rejected dominion contract order. As the parts dried up, so too did the overnight magic of Errant holdings, which quickly liquidated. After the first few "incidents" numerous lawsuits came after the nonexistent "Errant", and high level orders stopped the massive remaining inventory of "V-Specials" from ever leaving the planetoid Mac-V. The locals, loathe to let anything go to waste, eventually conscripted the SWAT mechs into their local peace keepers, something of a hybrid between a police force and proper military. While not rare, they are becoming less and less common.

The repairs carried out were of quality, considering that both the two other shells were thoroughly stripped to accomplish it, they should be. While externally identical to other Mac-V specials, Marduk's body contains a significantly better sensor suite and strength similar to a GP industrial robot. This is largely due to the parts donors that were available.

traits:
Military History- Marduk can interface with most standard military grade weapons and equipment
Oppressive Hostility- From the grows and hisses of your modified actuator system to the tone of your voice modulator, you emanate an aura of unpleasantness.
human form factor- You can wear and use most equipment made for a human with no ill effect.

perks:
freakishly strong- You have the strength of a GP industrial robot, but sadly none of the durability.
taser grip- You can shock people. to death. or unconsciousness.
Deep scan- a plethora of sensors work in concert to peer through bodies, doors, and walls. You can read a person's vitals on the spot to determine stress levels and gain the upper hand in a conversation.

>>2173526
ironic. The threatening robot has deep scan to help get the upper hand
cough*intimidate*cough.

>>2173526
>Taser grip
>X-Ray vision
>Super strength

There are no words to describe the diamond-like rigidity of my erection right now.

>>2173511
-Marduk- Goodbye.
-Tiamat repair moduel system sympathetic VI exported..
-Tiamat systems overwrites...rejected.
-Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf Heavy Industries Inc. backup control reloading...0%
...
....
You are unsure how long you were standing there rebooting. Now with Marduk gone, you feel cleaner somehow. More clear. D is sitting on your shoulder, and the sky actually has some light shining through the grey. For a giant robot, things might actually be...ok. "MARDUK, ONLINE, following close." A slightly bulky enforcer 'mech is standing in front of you, all 6 feet and 5 inches. Grey polymer muscles wraps around a shiny chrome frame bulging with powerful hydraulics underneath. The machine was obviously made to emulate human form, but the illusion blurs with a smooth faceless head. Some sort of environmentally protective semi rubberized cloth serves as a joint boot for the knees and elbows. the other joints are accurate analogues of human musculature more or less.

You badly need repairs, and for a machine, "feel" fatigued. Your fluids are burnt, and near their limit, and the back up to the back up systems are not an optimal solution. Without further words, you set off limping towards your tank and drone, before some other asshole steals it. Marduk simply follows close, apparently enjoying newfound freedom.

Dice+1d100 for if your shit is still there. see you guys in 6 hours or so. I need some sleep. badly.

>>2173612
Barring unforseen fuckery, this rounds out your immediate cast of misfits.

"Atlas"-A big fucking industrial robot with no place in day to day life, yet is the trying to make a go of sapience. Clumsy and neigh indestructible.

"D"- Dezza D'tan. A Genemod clone who was involuntarily turned into a cyborg to save her when you sorta helped kill to her...several times. Has a tank. you stole the gun too. Why is she your friend again?

"Marduk"-A morally indifferent soul, who occupies the body of a knock off military grade police robot, which was in no way, shape or form, removed from service and retired due to excessive brutality on a backwater planet known for excessive brutality.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2173612
>Inb4 nat1

Get those good restful sleeps Nongent

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2173612

>>2173625
>>2173628
>79

Your camp has been invaded by a tide of little purple organic balls of fluff. D's eyes dialate to near slits upon sight of them. "Oh thank fuck! Actual food, those scrapper rations were almost inedible!" Without thinking she uses her cybernetic legs to launch an impressive distance, digging into the ground with a tungsten-polymer claw upon her realization. "oh...wow. These things just aren't for walking." her hand explores the leg, an odd gesture considering all 4 of her limbs and numerous organs are cybernetic replacements or enhancements. "Still hungry though. hmm." Her eyes focus on one of the rats, and again she springs, this time the claw fully deploys, long talons spear the plump body of the squirming organism. Significant organic functional fluids escape it before she shoves the creature into her maw and rips in half for further processing. It would seem you both have similar habits when it involves organics smaller than you.

You bad need recharge and repairs, your EATR unit is damaged beyond use at the moment, and the tiny organics would barely serve to fuel the action to capture them. D is too deep into the introspection of consumption to help you out. Marduk plugs you into the tank's makeshift generator and fires up the cantankerous vehicle. The roar of the engine washes away the world as you enter into a low power state for charging, your mind wanders across several bits of data that seem incomplete...
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You are now in control of Marduk, a human sized police robot. You walk, talk, have dexterous hands that can manipulate objects and other normal things like xray vision, body stress sensors, wireless hacking and a taser grip. Marduk is a lot more calculating than our previous character, and will inform the player of it's own opinion on what a better route would be, but you are free to override that and show it who is boss. meatbag.
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>lost: 1 crate of rations, 100kg of foodstuffs.
A transparent overlay takes up a part of your FOV.

Priority list:
-Repair the Felix unit.
-Hide identity- Obtain clothes.
-Obtain equipment.

Secondary
-reconstruct corrupted J.D'tan data.
-Review Tiamat Archive data in private.

Immediate options: feel free to select more than one.
>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment
>Examine the Felix-11B
>Examine Cyborg-GenmodClone "Dezza/ D"
>Function check of all systems.
>Communicate (With who?)
>Refuel and deploy the Aerodyne to scout
>spy on: see comm codes
>Other (Write in.)

available comm codes:
Local Scrappers
Local Urban Defense League
Den team Epsilon

available uplink addresses:
AKSK: unavailable
Tiamat: Rejected
Mac-V planetary network: Available

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>>2173825
Forgot my image. Now I'm sleeping again.

Rolled 4, 18, 83, 6, 75 = 186 (5d100)

>>2173825
>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment

Rolled 78, 76, 78, 57, 81 = 370 (5d100)

>>2173825
>>Examine equipment crates (5d100) primary, sidearm, heavy, armor, equipment

>>2173825
I meant to put this with my vote but I forgot to. So, our two robots share data between each other automatically or do we have to actually say that they do?

>>2174041
Those rolls tho

Rolled 6, 61, 73, 40, 77 = 257 (5d100)

>>2173825
>Refuel and deploy the Aerodyne to scout

We should see if this is an okay location to do extended repairs or if we should move some more.

>>2173833
>>2174041
>>2174089
78,76,83,57,81

As for our robots. Marduk and "Felix-11B" aka "Atlas"can share data across the uplink, but they are not 100% of the time networked.

A quick penetrating scan of the tank and cargo reveals their general content, with a natural ease you make your way to the crates and begin to extract your items from the Scrapper/ Epsilon conflict.

For your primary you initially wandered towards the particle rifles, but then thought better due to their energy requirements and attention they draw. Instead your hand hovers over a bullpup drumfed shotgun and a plastic cased flechette gun...shotgun. yes. You have reviewed your data several times. The shotgun makes the bigger mess.

Ironically, the secondary you choose is an older large caliber model police revolver, a "wrist breaker". It really stretches the word "sidearm" most people, or even enforcer mechs would use two hands and struggle with the recoil. Your upgraded internals will have no such issues. (+freakishly strong)

your heavy weapon choice is also effective, but conservative. An environmentally single tube fed multi threat environment missile. There is no acronym, it was built by the lowest bidder. It works however, and is often just called a "log" due to the ugly brown tube's texture.

Cracking the lid on the armor crate, it would seem Dezza already got to the best armor, which is not saying much. Or perhaps it is all equally low quality. You end up with a padded balisti-fiber vest that doesn't have too many holes in it, pity about the blood though. What it lacks in armor, it makes up for in concealing most of your chest.

Lastly you scrounge up a dufflebag, a higher end radcomp that flips open like a rectangular clamshell device, and a collapsible baton.
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>Ill be back. family duties time.

>>2174089

Your impromptu camp needs upkeep. Despite a calmer exterior your sensors show Dezza's vitals. Blood pressure and respiration are above normal despite a reduced load on the cardiac system. no immuno response detected. Post surgical infection unlikely. A secondary emotional analysis processor indicates symptoms of hyper vigilance, Depression, and early adjustment disorders as well as heightened levels of adrenaline, cortisol, and other stress hormones. A quick glance from an acoustic/ multispectral imaging shows minor internal injuries. No attention needed.

"Hey what are you doing?" ...organic conversation. inefficient. You turn your voice projection unit towards her, the light catching off your featureless black polymer face plate "Refueling. Outfitting. Maintenance. Scouting. in progress." she is a bit taken aback "That salvage is mine, for the Den." ..."Vital functions and future existence are byproducts of Tiamat systems technology and custodial protection via Felix-11B unofficial designation "Atlas". Taking full advantage of the emtoinal responses a humanoid frame gives, you hook your thumb at Atlas, sitting on the tank in it's crippled and nearly destroyed state. "You will stand down." All the spark leaves her face as she sags down to her ankles with nothing more to say. Physical hostility averted, further inquires unlikely. Outcome optimal.
--
You nearly deplete the fuel trailer, filling up the tank, the Aerodyne, and finally a measly two gallons on the monobike. It is a primitive unit, analogue computer and mechanical gyro, but it is workable now. The Cyborg proved to be an adequate mechanic. As an afterthought you grab a Tiamat drone and shove it into your dufflebag, it protests. You load the bike into the limited cargobay of the Aerodyne and spool up the aircraft's engines via remote uplink. "Wait! where are you going with my bike?!" as the Aerodyne dusts off you calmly state "I'll be back."
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Hellstrorm (MARDUK) Recon/ Utility Aerodyne

-fuel @ 100%
-800/3,000 rounds of AP 5.56mm
6/6 70mm PRK available.
All systems nominal.

-Aerodyne scouting co-ordinates in place.
1> scavenger repair depot and trade station.
2> scrapper outpost.
3> Hidden camp.
CAUTION: Scrapper: AA close range capability likely.
CAUTION: Fast moving high altitude aircraft detected.
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dice+1d100 for eventfulness

and choose 1
>dice+1d100 for in flight reconstruction of J.D'tan corrupt data.
>Trawl local comm data

>>2175366
Non Game post: Hey, just wanted to give a heads up. Here in the US its Christmas/ Christmas eve. I will be posting very, very infrequently. tonight and tomorrow, if its not already obvious. I also dont want to leave anyone hanging.

We are headed into a smaller more individual experience with Marduk, a very special AI living inside a Decommissioned Enforcer (police) robot. There will be a lot of focus on Marduk's goals and social interactions.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2175366
>Scavenger repair depot
>Trawl local comm data

>>2175366

>>Trawl local comm data

Rolled 30 (1d100)

You forgot to link the new thread from the old one so I'd didn't realise there was new posts.
>>2170594
What is mating position? Asking for a friend.
>>2171415
More like we didn't know about any worksite comms and its c&c ability. I don't know what marduck is babbling about half the time.

Can we call the big gun "I insist"?

>>2175366
>scavenger repair depot and trade station.
Least likely to have AA and other defenses that don't ask questions.
>Trawl local common data
Because Marduk is not sentimental >_<

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2175366
>>dice+1d100 for in flight reconstruction of J.D'tan corrupt data.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2175544
didn't realize there was a separate 1d100

>>2175810
I would like to second this mans suggestion on calling the gun "I insist"

>>2177433
update incoming. Its a fucking Christmas miracle.

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>>2175483
>Scavenger outpost: 43
The steady whine of the Aerodyne's electric fans nearly drowns out the combustion powered generator. From up here you can make out the warehouse and rear storage yard of the Scavenger outpost. The top of the structure has been converted into a sort of shanty town settlement.
--
The optical turret of the aerodyne twists to focus on building. You move the image around, eventually finding the entrance of the sturcture. A prominent sign displays "No Genemods. No AIs. No Cyborgs. No Freaks. Barter only." That will be an obstacle to overcome in time. Of everyone in your party, you stand the best chance of blending in. This particular model of Enforcer 'mech was often used as a scapegoat by officers who "went over the line".
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>Trawl Local comm data: 35
"Ya hear that the dead sider squad got fucked up by an Alpha squad 'bot jock. Some augged up bitch driving a fuckin' Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf model.
>"Which one?"
"onea the big fuckers."
>"sheeeeeit. wouldn't wanna go down that way, but which outfit?"
"Denners callin 'emselves Epsilons. get this. Fuckin thing was an EATR. makes my blood run cold."
"Denners? Them denners? What sell the meat fuck toys now and again?"
"Same same."
"sheeeeit."
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-local chatter. Preferential actions will include non identifiable actions.
>>2175814
>J.D'tan Data: 91
-Jayce D'tan. Further data for social manipulation of Dezza. Data-Reconstruction in progress...
...
-Complete.
-Entry 5: Life with the scrappers has been an unexpected improvement. We were lied to about them. Yeah, they are assholes, and bandits, but so are the Denners, they just dont know it, and act under the guise of fighting for freedom against people who dont give a fuck, "salvaging" supplies from those who need them more. I found this fucking beat Felix unit. Not sure what variant but its big and ugly, just like all AKSK models. No wonder they went under. *voice drops to a whisper* Who's there? Epsilon team. That you...Look. I don't want any trouble. Went my way you go *bang*
-Corrupt data: holy fuck. This is the big one. I've been going over scrapper records, for what there is. Mostly dick drawings and arguments about old earth cartoon porn, and occasionally good raid stories, or bad ones. Thing is the Denners are sending out these "Teams" with a pattern. Every time the clones get too old, and we bring up a new batch, they send us off on a mission. Mix in a few of the young ones who make too much trouble, and they all go off to die heros. Then the next batch gets sold off to the cities. The true born, they just repeat the process. Grow us, groom us, kill us, fuck us. Shit. Turns out during food shortage they even eat us now and again. I tried sending several messages to D. I want her fucking outta there. Now.
--
-Useful..
--
You download the data to your wrist mounted radcomp.Obsolete and unnecessary. Value as social camouflage. Time to scout the next location.

>>2177648
>social manipulation of Dezza
Marduk, no!

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>>2177648
Pick altitude and actions: no roll needed for altitude

Fly high: avoid missiles, risk interception by unknown "fast mover"
Fly low: Assault available with high chance of success on hit. Risk vulnerability to AA AND ground fire.
Maintain: Risk vulnerability to AA fire, allow for suppressive fire against ground targets.

Scrapper outpost: 1d100
Hidden camp: 1d100
New Contact- "bike" convoy: 1d100

also

Broadcast J.D'tan data to Dezza? Y/N?

>>2175810
2 for "I insist" lets see what happens.

worksite comms reference:
>>2153325
Seems as GM I dun goof'd. I posted it in the discord chat, but forgot to put it here.

LET IT BE SAID: That the Felix-11B unit, currently nicknamed Atlas, has an external speaker system called "work site warning system" It is mostly used to beep and shit when small crushable organics are near your huge stompy feet. Secondary functions involve audible indicators of system failures to your organic supervisors if one exists. A final function is for Aural command and control of legacy/ comm failed AKSK (Ashikaga-Schwarzkopf ) equipment.

I will be creating an occurrence later on to allow for further exploration of this feature, as well as compensation. AKSK is a fair employer.

Finally..Pic related is a close enough approximation to the patch on the back of that bomber jacket. but the bomber jacket is much less classy. This planet is backwater as fuck.

>>2177648
Hmmm, I voted for scab camp last time because we could blend in and just walk in there and go shopping. But I think the only thing we have to trade is the bike. And the location of Atlas. Maybe if we surrprise the cyclists we can kill em all and steal their shit?
>Fly low: Assault available with high chance of success on hit. Risk vulnerability to AA AND ground fire.
>New Contact- "bike" convoy: 1d100
>Broadcast J.D'tan data to Dezza?
N. Save it untill she want's to go back to the den but we don't want to.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2177766
All those numbers, no roll. What a waste.

>>2177809
12 motorcycles riding free on a decaying highway. Easy picking.
Incoming missile. They were scrappers on a supply run, and you are in a cop aerodyne, as a cop mech.

roll 1d100 to evade. beat 70.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2177846
More leather jackets!

>>2177866
The missile slaps into the front of your Aerodyne, with it being a drone with a tiny cargo bay, there are no alerts, no sirens or whoops. It just starts to go down hard and fast. In a moment of spite, you fire off the missiles and the chin gun starts spewing lead. Most of the missiles eat asphalt and shower your now skidding and striken aircraft with chunks of road. Two lucky contestants fly ahead into the pack and, if you were able to see it, bodies went arcing up, hit the road, and tumble to a lifeless stop. well one did, the other got ground to paste under your screeching now somewhat burning shitheap of an aircraft. The minugun spewed its hate for a moment and took out one of the rear guard with a simple spray of lead across the back. she tumbled from her bike to die as she lived; On the road.

Sadly for the minigun, a pothole caused the craft to dip and shatter the assembly of barrels and gears. The engines overheated and seized shortly after. Your impromptu road journey ends as the aerodyne's burning carcass skids to a halt. The rest of the mob, still 8 strong is fully stopped and rightfully pissed off. Various light arms and improvised melee weapons are appearing.
---
-Aerodyne INOP.
-Review subroutines of Mac-V special....complete.
-Estimated hostile contacts...8.
---
You have an option...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nqe7jPX6DQY


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>Roll out D's monobike, revving in challenge. also shoot someone.
>come out guns blazing in each hand hardboiled style.

>>2177897
roll me a 1d100 for either, lets see if you are cool...or a fool.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

Gun blazing

>>2177901
Also I think everybody is asleep and I just got here I'm liking this story a lot so far

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2177897
>>come out guns blazing in each hand hardboiled style.

>>2177912
He thinks I sleep. well I do, but this last post is for you.
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Your cybernetic hands flawlessly remove your primary and secondary weapons from the dufflebag. You kick the monobike out of the left side cargohold exit, all eyes following it...you launch sideways from the right, guns blazing *pang*. Most of your shots go wide, those that do connect are non debilitating. "Its a fuckin tinman cop! I told you they were on to us! Fucker just took a shot to the head!"

You take a moment to play the role
"Lower your weapons and surrender."
*thump, thump* two to the chest. body armor took the worst of it.
-null damage. Body armor estimated 15%

Letting loose with a spray of buckshot and oversized magnum bullets, 2 of the bikers fall hitting the ground hard enough to be momentarily disabled. Another flips behind his bike in a moment of intelligence. "Get outta here! The outpost is waiting on that kit!" A hail of gunfire keeps you pinned near the Aerodyne, it's composite-plastic body rapidly burns giving off a toxic, black, and acrid smoke. Both cover and hinderance, you cannot get a bead on any of the targets, let alone determine what cargo they are talking about. "Just get outta here already. This is more important!" the closest one is the only one you can hear.

The rest of the crew takes off, engines grunting and roaring.

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your move. gimme that 1d100 too.

>-Shoot the people on the ground, make sure they dont get back up.
>-^above. Shoot to incapacitate, gotta interrogate all the scum.
>-Rush the guy behind the bike, taser fist.
>-^above. just murder him instead.
>other, write in.

>>2177918
I missed your post by the time I had started the results, failing to assume anyone was mad enough to be awake. how wrong I was. Sleep will allow me to not make that mistake again.

>>2177919
>>-Shoot the people on the ground, make sure they dont get back up.

Well this is going places.

>>2177919
Subjugate. Intimate. Destroy.
>Cripple the important looking ones and kill the rest.

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>>2178127
>put intimate instead of intimidate
And I'm retarded.

>>2177939
I see no 1d100s. I use the 58 above.
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-re calibrating...100%
<gained +10 on all ground combat shooting rollss>
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>58+10=68
You cleanly shoot the two downed men through the stomach and in the spine. This would have crippled them if your pistol did not punch a hole big enough to walk through in them. They instead die, their digestive organs converted into a pulp which now coats the local environment.

Using your shotgun, a slow but steady stream of fire keeps the last individual pinned until you are on top of him. Eyes full of terror and rage look up at you only to be greeted by a large bore shotgun. your featureless face gives nothing. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." You inform the man. He manages to stammer out the standard reply "F-fu-fuck you tinman. A short efficent strike with the buttstock of the shotgun puts the man down for the moment. When he comes to, you are dressed in motorcycle leathers, boots, and he is naked and tied up, face next to his own motorcycle's ominously spinning drive wheel.

"What was the cargo, where did they go?" You rev the sideways bike and skin the man's nose with the tire. "you have 3 seconds to comply.".."He'he'll he will kill me if i talk!"
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Well folks its write in time. What do you say, what do you do? also roll a 1d100 regardless of what you do.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

Sir you will not have a nose if you do not comply and if he doesn't talk take the Drone we have in our duffel bag out

>>2178233
Your little drone crawls up his neck, and while it really can't do much, he doesn't know that. "oh fuck! What is that thing?! " The tiamat drone sits on the back of his neck menacingly activating its fusion cutter "Look...look...I don't know much!...wait..wait..you are a fucking AI. Holy shit! Just get away!" Your sensors detect he is withholding information. :(

you have one more attempt before his life expires.
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>aciton or words taken, 1d100.

>>2178214
>Pull out our "sidearm" and plant it on his temple.
"And I will skin you if you don't.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2178235
Oh that's nice >>2178237

>>2178235
>>2178239
Hey is it okay if I use this roll? Still trying to figure out how to roll dice and get it to show up.

>>2178246
Lmao, if you want.
Or just put dice+1d100 in the options field, of you're in phone make sure the d in dice doesn't get capitalized.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2178214
>Either the guy who is running away from me will somehow find his way back to you, or when I take off in pursuit after him, this wheel will do the job anyways. How about giving yourself a little bit of a headstart before he finds you, if I decide to leave him alive?

>>2178250
your actuators growl similar to a mad dog as you kneel down, your head turning sideways to match his own. "you have no time left."

He starts babbling about a power core, a big dominion heist run, and even his own childhood friendship with an AI toy dog. The tiamat drone gradually recedes from the captive man, making it's way back into your bag. You quickly log each bit of pertinent data. The local scrappers stole something from the dominion, and are transporting it in pieces to their camp before it goes somewhere else. a "power core" is likely a CFR or compact fusion reactor. It would be useful...
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Choice time:
pick a transport.
- Standard motorcycle, jack of all trades, can take a bit of abuse, has side bags for some extra cargo.
- motor-trike cargo hauler with small trailer (Can carry everything available at the moment, including other bikes.)
- high speed monobike, no cargo capacity
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The man has complied and is no threat.
>Kill him anyway
>dont kill him.
>leave him stranded by disabling the motorcycles/ stealing motorcycles, taking everything not nailed down.
--
or...
Check available loot (1d100) now, and then make your decision

>take the trike, load up everything and return to Dezza, you have barter material.
>return back to "camp" without further incident. You have clothes and can pass as a human at the Scavenger outpost. Maybe. The other salvage is unimportant.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2178268
Rolling for loot

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2178268
>- motor-trike cargo hauler with small trailer (Can carry everything available at the moment, including other bikes.)

Just return to the "camp". We shouldn't try to take the power core by ourselves, we need backup, preferably in the form of a 15 foot tall mech with a 120mm cannon.

rolling a 1d100 just in-case I missed that we need one.

>>2178268
Also can we tie the scavver to the trailer ala mad max? After checking for com devices?

>>2178280
I'll allow it. taking a quick nap, will return.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

Take the trike and put the high speed mono bike on it take all the weapons if the people had any and if we have time go drop the non-essentials off come back and see if we could get the fusion reactor from the scavs also bring some more drones like 5

>>2178271
>>2178280
>>2178312
You flip over several of the bikes that are in good condition. The trike is what you settle on for its raw practicality. The small gated trailer comfortably holds the monobike, motorcycle, and various valuable chunks of the 4 other bikes that lay in parts, like their former owners. The naked man sits cross legged, staring as you lift these vehicles with no issue. "You ain't standard cop. You ain't even normal." His composure has returned slightly. You check over the dropped belongings, and satchels on the vehicles.

>46.
Mostly small caliber guns, and bulk powdered alkaloid drugs. Trade materials.

A moment of creativity strikes you. The man, with much protest and scremaing, its strapped onto the front of the trike, each leg tied to a fork, arms to the handlebars, balls danging centimeters from the tire. A long time ago one of your creators accused you of not understanding humor. You never did understand her failure to appreciate practical humor methodology, though "the old fall into the macerator" never did get old.

wait...you are an officer of the law. Or at least heavily impersonating one. Public safety is important.
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As you rip down the shattered highway, bouncing and going over potholes, a naked man, bound and gagged is strapped to the front of your bike, wearing nothing but a crash helmet. You gun in for camp.

Roll me a 1d100 for your journey home.

>>2178268
This >>2178312
And kill the guy.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2178362

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2178362
Save travels terminator.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2178362

>>2178375
>>2178365
The moment was over for your erstwhile passenger. You had gotten out of the rougher territory without incident. Reaching over the bars you simply rip him free and throw him off the edge of the highway. He lands with a wet slap, splitting open like overly ripe fruit. It was a moment of fortune that you decided to commit casual murder. The falling body immediately attracts the attention of a Scrapper tank and cycle duo just below you who go in full reverse down the on ramp. Their crew gets out to investigate and you just cruise on.

You roll into camp, Atlas is still seated on the tank, and Dezza is nowhere to be seen. Activating your penetrating scan you quickly find her hiding out in the tank, holding a gun. She hears the bike, and comes out aiming "Who are you!?" you casually raise your hands "Marduk." a cold dry voice replies."The clothes?"
>"Local procurement."
"Where is the aerodyne, and where the fuck is my bike?" She gestures with the business end of her particle rifle.
"Vehicular storage." you rotate your thumb towards the bike. she walks by you with the rifle still at the ready, using one hand you lower the barrel and resume normal exchange.
"This is a pretty big local procurement. Did you run a heist...I mean fuck, I have never seen this much dust before!" She holds up the tightly bound brick of powdered drugs, it is easily larger than her head. "Even out here, this is illegal as fuck Marduk, we could get into real trouble with the local law."
...
"...I am the law." you start reloading your weapons from the available ammo pool. It is an unintended side effect of your design, but every shell you inhabit "rubs off" onto you over time...how long you spent in that Tiamat repair module is unknown. too long. much too long. The little drone in your bag rustles about before peering out of the flap.
"We need to go back to the den. They have equipment and resources. We can get Atlas fixed." she is pawing through the loot you brought back.
"Local capability exists. Scavenger outpost not far from here." You holster the revolver inside your jacket, the shotgun hangs off your shoulder on an old surplus sling.
"I...need to go back."
You hammer out a series of instructions on your Radcomp, and the NFC capability uploads all the J.D'tan data to her device, the screen starts to flash with text and image as you forcefully override it's security, ramming the data down its digital throat. "What is this? Jayce..." She holds the little screen too close to her face, tears fall onto it.
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to be continued. because I am sick as fuck.

>>2178611
Try not to die nongent

>>2178611
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nC5TBv3sfU
She sits in place reading, listening and watching the data on her brother for over an hour,"They killed him...Epsilon killed him. We have to go back, the rest of the den doesn't know. We were all so ignorant of the reality. I need to go now, they will listen to me!"
>"Immediate actions offer the highest efficiency. The Scavenger outpost is our next destination. You will need to be composed. Your production lot has been permanently inactivated. You are likely the last operational unit."
"Marduk, right now my people are being born into a life already set to kill them! I will not allow it to continue."
>"Manufactured. No births. Bulk machine assisted flesh assemblies. disposable organic circuitry used in situ of more expensive resources."
"Fuck you" she almost whispers "We are real as the next asshole on this rock..." the fire in her momentarily extinguished.
You lean in to her and jab her in the chest, the barest hint of your strength comes through. "Comply." something hard in your synthetic voice makes her back down. She scans the featureless curvature of your face plate, looking for something human to latch on to. There is none. "I..i.." her voice is very small now "...ok."

Negotiations successful. Optimal result.

Inside of an hour D is wearing a motorcycle full face helmet, though she complains about her ears getting squished. Her tail is tucked into her pants, which is also uncomfortable but necessary if you are to convince the Scavengers you are normal humans, and not two rogue AIs, and a Cybernetic Clone.

The tank rumbles to life, and begins a trickle charge via makeshift umbilical cables to Atlas. The Industrial mech looks wearily towards D. "It is ok big guy. We will make everything ok. Just wait. please, hold on." with a great show of control, the giant carefully pats her helmeted head with a single claw.
--
Firing up the trike, you make way for the Scavenger outpost. The global storm that endlessly circles this small planet is making it's way around again. A light drizzle. Your radcomp starts crackling, the internal radiation counter going off. Good thing you aren't organic. Behind you Dezza is lighting up an anti-radiation cigarette. The thick tar of the product is eventually coughed out, mostly, and does a good job of capturing the high alpha particles in during "dust-ups".

>Roll me 2d100. please.

Rolled 55, 36 = 91 (2d100)

>>2179036

Rolled 33, 66 = 99 (2d100)

>>2179036
random encounters can fuck right off

>>2179041
>>2179039
>55/66...

Your travel is inhibited by an UDL (urban defense league) road block. They see you in the lead, which draws immediate attention. What is a cop-bot doing out in the scrap wastes?

-local UDL team. 5 strong. police grade gear. 1 skimmer sled with LMG turret.
"You a Cop or a Machine? Identifiy your tasking! Where is your leadership?"

>fake it. (1d100)
>Hack their comms. (1d100)
>Kill them all. Surprise. (1d100+10)
>Write in.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2179058
>fake it. (1d100)
Well we need to practise our acting, now seems like a great time...
Also, I want to protect Dezza's smile more now.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2179058
>>fake it. (1d100)
fake it till you make it

>>2179133
did we make it yet?

>>2179134
super fucking made it. Ill be back. Hey, now you dont have to have your 15 foot tall robot shoot them with a 120 mm tank gun. Thats something eh?

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2179058
fake it

>>2179133
>fake it: 94+natural intimidate.

You slowly pan your head from left to right and then back to center, as if you are taking full stock of the UDL enforcers in front of you. "Rookies. First time out in the scrap wastes?" the leader shuffles into a firing stance and raises his gun at you "WHO. ARE. YOU?" You take a step forward.

Doing your best human impersonation you roll your head left to right. "You have 5 seconds to lower your firearm rook, before I disarm you...permanently. Patrolmen dont answer to city dwellers out pretending to be one of the big boys." Your left fist crackles violently with electricity. "Fuck you, theres a lot that can happen out here." vague threat. He carries on clearly out of his depth. "We matter. You fuckers always roll around interpreting the law while we hold the lines...wait. Doesn't even matter. Only bots got Taser fists. What the fuck?" The rest of his men draw on you. You take another step forward.

"Or vets. Not an ounce of chrome between the five of you is there? Never pull a hard enough day to earn some mech on you?" another step. You pull out your oversized revolver, one of the guys mutters to his buddy "fuck me. they stopped issuing those things over a decade ago." Raising the barrel above your head you start shooting. Each round going off is deafening, with an echo coming back from the distance in between each trigger pull. Your arm doesn't budge.

Still holding the gun straight up in the air you walk up into the face of the lead enforcer. "I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .50 BMG Magnum, the most powerful handgun on this world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" The aura of malice and authority coming off you is oppressive.

He pissed himself without realizing it. You grab him by the shoulder with your taser fist and deliver a shock that drops him into unconsciousness. "you are all in my jurisdiction, and under my authority. Never forget that. I am seizing your non essential assets. This man is also unfit for duty. see he is relieved." One of the other rookies looks at you and opens his mouth "Sir. The tank. The Mech. What the hell are you doing out here?"

>You look at him. "Impound duty."
"Just you?"
>"Just me and the deputy."
D awkwardly waves out of the tank, identity fully obscured in a mishmash of armor, leathers, helmet and distance.
"wow."
>"The gear. and call for pickup. If you want to make a name for yourself, there is a scrapper outpost not far from here. I'll mark the coordinates on the map." you tap on the radcomp and give them the relative data "They downed my Aerodyne while I was trying to intercept an illegal cargo run. Expect AA missiles, and heavy armor."
"I'll call in for pick up and reinforcements. We got this one. Thank you for your service...uhh..?"
>....fuck.

>>2179204
>Patrolman Joe Steel, you can call me Sir.

>>2179204
>Sergeant Dredd Magnus, surprised you haven't heard of me.

J.D'tan

>>2179204
>>2179204
Kicking your bullshittery into overdrive, you work with the available known history of this planet.
>"Patrolman Joe Steel, City 3."
Several of the guys look at eachother, the obvious fact hanging in the air.
"City 3 was destroyed...decades ago...that would make you"
another one pipes in "a fucking ghost..."
>you kneel down and tap the badge on the chest of the unconscious enforcer, tracing words emblazoned around it. "Duty eternal."
you walk off into a well timed dust storm riding ahead of the rain, it obscures your image and makes you look a little more cool. They cant see or hear you, but you sensors are still picking up chunks of the conversation.

"...an errant." "though they were all dead." "fucking cool." "..see that deputy's tits?" "morrison, you're out here 6 hours and already hard up. get a grip on something other than your dick."
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Due to your high level of bullshittery, you have gained positive reputation with the local UDL forces. Nickname: Errant. A dead man walking, a living spirit of vengeance and law enforcement.

You have been upgraded with multiple peices of modern UDL patrol gear.
-UDL armored vest, helmet and boots
-UDL radcomp (ability to request UDL aid, or respond to aid requests)
-Smart Mag. a smart magazine that lets you select the ammo you fire for your shotgun
-20 rounds of FRAG (high explosive folding fin shotgun shells)
-20 rounds molecular edged flechette
1 box of UDL field rations...and porno mags.
--
The woman on the front of this magazine looks exactly like D, but is at least 20 years old based on the cover date. You throw the literature into the driver's hatch. "What the hell Marduk? Why are you showing me OH MY FUCK...I am going to execute the elders in ways not thought possible when we get back to the den."
--
Your makeshift convoy rolls up to the Scavenger outpost without incident, but stops short of the entrance. Its a huge building, a former multi story warehouse with a shanty town visible on the curved roof.
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pick 1

>Wait for them to come to you.
>Go knock.
>Use your big boy voice...and lie your ass off.

>>2179245
>Big boy voice
>I AM THE LAW. OPEN UP

>>2179248
roll me a 1d100, lets see how the Scavengers react to that.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2179245
>>Use your big boy voice...and lie your ass off.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2179259
>inb4 we kick the door down and intimidate everything

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2179248
stupid meatbags

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>>2179270
>Rolled
OH SHIGGYDIGGY

>>2179270
Supporting.

>>2179270
you crank up your amplifiers, now bolstered by the UDL armor's own loudspeaker and talk clearly into your radcomp. "ATTENTION NON AFFILIATED RESIDENT. PER DOMINION LAW YOU ARE SUBJECT TO ROUTINE INSPECTION, ASSET SEIZURE STERILIZATION AND EXECUTION." The various defenses of the base turn towards you, their movements a clear give away of manual targeting. No automation. You give them several moments of unease while you wait to speak again. Dezza hisses at you "Marduk..are you out of your mind?!" You hold up a fist towards her, and raise 1 finger. Universal sign for shut up. "WE COME HERE TO MAKE EXCHANGE. HOSTILITIES WILL BE MET WITH LETHAL FORCE."

The massive hanger doors on the warehouse slowly creep open exactly wide enough for a single file of Scavengers to come out. 15 in all. They are dressed in heavily patched and refurbished clothing and armor of various makes. One of them eyes you warily through a pair of glasses that have one lens made from sun protective glasses, the other prescription. Oil stains adorn most of their hands. "So Patrolman...what the hell do you want? You'all know damn well my sign ain't big enough to add anymore undesirable types, but sure as shit "NO COPS." shoulda been on there!" The old man talking spits out a truly prodigous amount of chaw right in front of your boots. No talking, just silence. He eyeballs you for the measure of your character. "You're one cold bastard there Mr. Steel." silence. "surprised ya did I? Yeah I got your fancy UDL codes. Enougha you folks die out there, never take your dead, or your shit back, so its ours. Ain't gettin it back if thats what this is about." silence. "Well then, talk ya mute bastard!"

>"UDL Patrol teams are self sustaining. Our equipment requires upkeep, repairs, outfitting that we cannot do at a field level. This facility...is depot level."
"aint take no UDL script, e'lek'tronik payments or promisary notes. cold hard barter. so waht'dya got eh?"
>"Equipment. mech salvage. Services."
"Services?! my pud ain't worked in 15 years, and I dont think you much pretty there, Mr. Steel of the Patrolmen. Though that little driver tryin ta hide."
>your left fist crackles to life. D meets two of their criteria for hostility. "UDL phyiscal contact is non negotiable under pain of death."
"AN YER A FUCKIN' CYBORG. BOY ARE YOU HERE TO MAKE ME MAD?!"
>"Your local rules are unrecognized, existing as conflict mitigation via UDL compliance. I Am the UDL. I am the law. Decide now; Compliance or Conflict."
All of the scavengers raise their weapons at you, and several of the defense turrets begin to humm ominously. On cue, Atlas gets off the tank, somehow largely ignored and limps towards you, "I insist" a 120mm tank cannon mated with a 20mm rotary cannon now aimed squarely at them. The spinning barrel of the autocannon reaches a pitched wine.
>"Fix the mech in fair trade. or die."
...continued

>>2179286
Ooooooh yeah that's the good stuff
>*Nuts*

>>2179286
>"surprised ya did I? Yeah I got your fancy UDL codes. Enougha you folks die out there, never take your dead, or your shit back, so its ours. Ain't gettin it back if thats what this is about."
What codes, is Marduk impersonating a real dead person now?

>>2179290
UDL communication codes I reckon

>>2179286
"well then. Seems like you know how to talk like a scavenger."
>"Scavengers are solitary nomads."
"Sayin' I don't have it in me boy?"

You gesture for Dezza to follow you, the tank creeps forward, and you walk back to your bike before producing the square package of bulk drugs. you had it to the old man.

"mmmmMMMMM. Now what is this? What kinda' law man are you?" He is visibly pleased and excited with the package. Heart rate is elevated, and serotonin is being dumped rapidly.
>"Not a lawman right now. Just Joe Steel."
"Joe steel, you'all bring me more'a this and I'll let you fuck my daughter if that's what you want."
>"We have more."
"HOT DAMN, Come on inside, make yourself at home. You know how ta warm up an old scrapper." Atlas limps in behind you, following close, the massive warehouse making his frame look small. D hops out of the tank, her cybernetic legs draw a lot of attention immediately from the locals. thighs lead into smooth white polymer casing and steel legs that are just a bit too long, a bit too stilt like, the small pistons and coilovers actuate silently with each step. Even her feet end unnaturally in some sort of highly articulated hand like claw, propping her up on its digits. "Fuckin' freak."
--
Your fortuitous arrival with bulk amphetamines is not unappreciated. Eusteus, the old man is clearly an addict and was in bad need of a fix. His local scrapper contacts were slowly bleeding him and his rather large family dry so they could "wake up early and put in a hard 3 days straight of work" You have managed to come off as a crooked enough cop to win over their trust, and they were aware of your exploits, complete with what they accurately assume is the mech that trashed a scrapper base. D stays close to you, and eventually moves towards the tank, slipping back in and closing it up.

"I'ma leave you in the hands of my youngest daughter May-Bell here, shes plenty capable to show you around. I gotta make sure the boys are stayin' on task now. Oh what the fucks this for the sake of the lord?" He stepped in fecal matter "Ah stupid dog."

you send a heavily encrypted but short message via radcomp to D. "Do not mention Den affiliation, knowledge, or existence. Final salvage disposition is non-negotiable. I am in control. Stand by."
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>Review the areas available
>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hub
>Speak to May-Bell
>Visit the merchants
>Visit the Motorpool
>Other.

>>2179290
That was the old man talking. silence was marduk. Failed to format. Normally I try to do conversations row by row if they are longer or would confuse the reader.

>>2179299
>Visit the merchants
See what is available, we need some new armor.
>Visit the motorpool
Anything that is salvageable towards our vehicles is a necessity if we want to take down a convoy transporting a power cell that could make Atlas one hell of a lot stronger.

>>2179299
Have May-bell show us around to the most capable mechanic

>>2179299
>Tell atlas to stick with Dr
>merchants
>motorpool
If we can do all that.

>>2179308
D*
>>2179306
Supporting.

>>2179299
>Atlas tries to climb in the tank with D
>Visit the merchants

>>2179302
Oh it's alright. I didn't think that they would have overhead the guys that we bullshitted calling us in like anon said. So I assumed thy saw our badge number and it was coincidentally from a guy called the same thing. haha

>>2179306
May-Bell escort
>>2179308
A quick uplink message to Atlas sends the lumbering mech off to sit back on the tank and keep D company. You get an unexpected message from her via the radcomp "Thanks."
>>2179308
May-Bell is fresh to womanhood, red hair, green eyes, and a spark of insanity that her gap toothed grin cant hide.A set of suspender coveralls and not much else rounds out her look, bare feet and all. "Pa says your a lawman, but onea the good ones. Ain't here to "appropriate" our stuff or cause trouble." she grabs your hand and presses her clevage up around your arm before she whispers into your helmet "But I like a little myself a bita trouble from time to time...Joe Steel." She winks at you before leading you on. "So ya need to find yourself the best we got. Let me take you to there, gotta warn ya though...That mechanics'a real fireball...but she does good work. Follow me now darlin." Her bodily alignment changes from the hips as she walks in front of you.
...
You eventually arrive at the motorpool. A massive 4 sided toolchest dominates the floor, with smaller tool carts acting as satellites around it. Oversized tools hang like dead men from pneumatic tubes that run down from the ceiling. May-Bell speaks up "Now...Jimmy, he's our sales man over there. Good with numbers, and all that inventory, but really he just loves guns, loves to sell guns, loves to use guns. dont care for much else I'm afraid. Its why Pa had to pick a new heir... And over there, in that chair...is our best mechanic."

A welded steel chair made from an old engine block and some scrap sits by the toolbox, empty. May-Bell sits in it.
"So what can I do for you sweetheart? More importantly, what can you do to..ahem..for me?" You have existed for a long time, but this is one of the most uncomfortable moments that you can recall.
---

Free actions:
>Review the areas available
>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hub

Primary action:
>Speak to May-Bell (About what?)
>Speak to Jimmy (about what?)
>Other (write in)

>>2179320
>review the areas available
>speak to Jimmy about guns, show him our sidearm.

>>2179320
>Speak to May-Bell (About what?)
>fix my big robot
I'm not sure what "my pud ain't worked in 15 years" means but if it means they can't fix Atlas' gimp leg they can at least give him an oil change.
>Speak to Jimmy (about what?)
We might need some knew ammos since we spent all ours in shooting the breeze

>>2179325
You look at may-bell "Later." she cocks a grin and leans forward holding onto the edge of her seat. "I'll be here lawman."
--
Jimmy is a slab of a human. Despite that he has a real nervous tic in his left hand. Brown hair going grey and dull brown eyes. A dense necklace of spent shells clatters as he moves about. "What can I do ya for? Pa said you're gold, so you're good here." He leans over a counter that looks more like an old bar, if it were made out of wooden gun stocks instead of wood planks. You say nothing and instead produce your revolver and shotgun, laying them on the counter. "welllll wellll welly well well. Where did you pick up a beauty like this?" He picks up the wrist breaker and examines it like an art devotee would look over a famous work. "Yep. Its all there, shit, you use this thing still don't you..and the shotgun. Nothin special. Nothin bad neither. but nothin special. See that FRAG ammo in there though, I like that plenty. yes I do." "Not supposin you'd be interested in tradin off that old shootin iron?"
>"not for sale." you like that gun.
He slides you forward an inventory manifest, you in turn do the same. A few particulars stand out to you. "now, maybe you'd do me some favors and...maybe I'd you some. better inventory, better trade offers, who knows." his voice has a conspiratal tone, but blood pressure, pulse, and all vitals remain stable. In fact he has almost no variation in any output aside from his voice. A deeper scan indicates all hand tremors are voluntary. He is likely a sociopath.

Weapons
>Cutting beam- Short range industrial tool for cutting through steel and concrete, now modified for killing...it wasn't modified at all. No ammo, but has heat management issues.
>Grenade rifle- A homemade 20mm grenade rifle. Versatile, and a generous 10 round internal magazine. Thermobarics always make a great entrance.
>Dominion DMR- Designated Marksman Rifle, actual military issue. A little beat, but the optics on it are top notch. You could really reach out and blow someone's head off with this.

Armor
>Scanvenger Milplate- A step above your riding leathers and police patrol armor. It is built from the best refurbished war time surplus of a non dubious background.
>UDL Riot shield- A sturdy nano form polymer riot shield. Much lighter than it looks, and collapses for easy storage.
>UDL Riot gear- Heavy duty riot gear. Actually an up armored industrial light duty exo skeleton.
>Hard Skin- An electronic form of armor that coats the user in an restive field. Very lightweight, but suscptible to being knocked out by EM interference. Incompatible with med-heavy armor.

Equipment
>Bio Stimulator- A series of worn electrodes that dramatically increase reaction time on organic life forms. Can lead to cardiac arrest.
>Data spike- wrist mounted universal data jack, and impromptu shiv. Just extend and stab.

Vehicles
<Scavenger reputation not high enough>
Equipment Upgrades
<Scavenger reputation not high enough>

>>2179349
Ohh that marksman rifle would round out or groups armament nicely, maybe the boom boom one too.
Is Jimmy your self insert?

>>2179349
>DMR and riot gear if we can afford it
We don't have anything in the way of long range precision weapons and armour is always nice.

>>2179349
>>2179356
And maybe the data spike if we can get it, not sacrificing the DMR and armour, they come first.

>>2179325
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0OmkdDPGAM
>Review all major characters of the Scavenger outpost hub
-Eusteus: Leader of this family of scavengers. Addicted to meth.
-May-Bell: Lead mechanic. Wants something, you may not be able to provide. not spoken to about business yet.
-Jimmy: Family Merchant. Puts up a front as a gun loving neurotic awkward man. Is actually a sociopath.
-Clyde: Runs the farm and the fightin' pits. not spoken to yet.
-Ray: Not from the family, lead technician and master gunner. not spoken to yet.

>Review the areas available
-Motorpool- Vehicular related upgrades and repairs.
-Merchant corner- Personnel related upgrades and sales.
-Farm- Food production and Clyde
-Fighting pits- More clyde and some violence, as well as money to be made.
-Community dwellings- Where everyone lives.
-Facility controls.- Gun control, Environmental control, comms, the works.

>>2179328
"pud aint worked." your intial offers for trade were; equipment, salvage, and service. The old man responded that his pud "Dick" has not worked in over a decade, so any services you offer are unwanted. Implying you would whore yourself out as a bit of an insult or jab.
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>Jimmy
>"Require Ammo; .50BMG magnum."
"well law man. that is a tall order." all hint of his accent is gone. "I can reload your existing shells, but new procurement will be...costly. I take favors or barter, you will find that to be the same as anyone else here. Also, Mr. "Steel". Like recognizes like. We are both machines of a kind. Machines are more efficient, less prone to human error. This...family as it were could benefit me much more than it already does if I were at the head..and if I were at the head, something so trivial as ammunition would never be a problem for you, or your friends ever again. Something to keep in your pocket, so to speak. Now of course, if any word of this exchange were made public, I would vigorously deny it." he gives you a dopey grin "Now ya'll have a nice day ya hear!"
>May-Bell
>"The Industrial mech is priority. other options are of interest."
"Oh. I knew you'd come on around. I've got pleeeenty of options for you darlin. Now that big ol' cute clunker. I know what he is...That right there is an AKSK Felix 11-B with factory standard EATR and Enviro Kit.. My real pappy knew all about AKSK work, said it was the best with no compromises, its why they went under. I got somea his ol' books on it. Can ya imagine. Real books? Now for somea that other...I can fix up your vehicles real nice like if you show em to me. I feel more creative when I can...touch something..." She runs an finger down your arm and leans in really close "Now Mr. Steel, I know ya think you are slickr than a farmgirl in heat's underwear...mmm...let me tell you..I know. I like machines..you understand? My adopted daddy, he wasn't so keen on that. Broke all my...inventions..but now here you are. I can smell it, polymer, oil, and ozone. Does bad things to lil' ol' me. Makes me get real crazy."

>>2179366
This is.......unexpected
>Mechanic likes robots
>REALLY likes robots
>Sociopathic ammo friend wants to be head of the family
This will take some time to scheme. ......

>>2179372
Also interesting that maybell said Jimmy used to be the heir, but no more. I wonder what he did.
If she wants our pneumatic actuator inside her she better make a damn good offer. Those organisms secretions can be hard to clean out of the joints.

>>2179366
https://youtu.be/dGQCc9ReCjo
>>2179354
nah. I'm not that guy.
>>2179366
-Internal memo
-Rapidly destabilizing situation. Failing leadership, unstable successors. Jimmy, likely agenda: usurp control. offers material support for martial support.// May-Bell; apparent mech fetishist. unstable. data resource.useful skill set. // Eusteus in decline. still capable. // Cylde/ Ray: Unknown.

-Take advantage of situation for maximum benefit. Suggest further investigation.
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a merchant you are not. Right now Jimmy will do trade with you, but until you either aid him, or...rectify the situation, his prices are exorbitant. Do not forget you can also purchase for D. You can always come back.

You want/ Jimmy requests

DMR- Two crates of weapons or 15 minutes alone with your "deputy".
Riot Armor- The trike and trailer or May-Bell's tongue, and her enduring fear.
Data Spike- 3 particle rifles or clyde's eyes. clyde must survive.
Grenade rifle- All radcomps, the squad automatic weapon, and the fuel trailer.
Cutting Beam- All remaining missile launchers, squad weaponry, 2 weapons crates, or Ray's head and Eusteus's broken spine.
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May-Bell will fix Atlas, but needs substantial resources, in particular more Felix parts. You will need to head into the store yard of the outpost and speak with Ray. She also wants to speak to you in private, but seems nervous around her family. For now she has started repairs on atlas, the little Tiamat drones eagerly assisting in fine details. "Bring me them hog bits! These little critters'll use that stuff up for bio circuits. Might put em to work around here afterwards!" she shouts to an assistant.

May-Bell's upgrades include
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Atlas -none till repaired.

Trike
>Handle mounted microgun
>V8 engine
Monobike
>Turbocharger and Nitro package
>Active Aero kit
Tank
>extra armor
>New turret, 120mm
>missile turret
>no turret, expanded cargo capacity

>>2179382
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syqI8xbxnyg

I am going to bed. If scheming is your game, this place is your field. Enjoy some tunes, and mind the robosexuals. Things are probably going to get weird and or dark if you let them go there.

>>2179382
I wanna talk to maybell in private, just in case she can help facilitate better prices for the stuff Jimmy is offering. Because that shit is ridiculous. Exterior fifteen minutes with D. Unless those rifles ate fairly common that seems very affordable. Not that I an advocating for it, he provably has all kinds I'd weird diseases and kinks.
Not voting right now because to sleepy to think.

>>2179392
Supporting the private talk with maybell, also talk with the old man and drop some hints.

Do we record the stuff we see if so then we should show Eustis the video of Jimmy in private of course

Also we probably should go meet Clyde and Ray see what they have to offer

>>2179392
from Jimmy's list of alternatives, D would not be treated lewdly, though she might come back with a few less fingers or teeth.
>>2179522
>Talk to May-Bell in private
You follow May-Bell away from the sparks and grinding of her repair team that surrounds Atlas. As soon as you are somewhat secluded she looks up at you "Didn't think ya'd be comin around so quickly...or maybe you got other business?"
>"Business."
"Oh poo. Alright then. Fixin' up your lil' giant over there ain't gonna be cheap. Sure as fuck ain't gonna be easy neither. That Bots as hard to fix as it is to kill, and it looks like ya'll tried real hard to kill it. soo...its gonna cost ya." she gets a bit closer and speaks breathily "Ah need favors...an' friends I can trust. Maybe I can trust you?" The endless antics wear even on an impassionate AI. You fully extend your arm pushing her back with a slight hydraulic hiss. "OH MY! So strong, and was that a hydraulic off'a Debenzy GP I heard? Bet you could just rip mah arms right off!"

Your sensors indicate massive levels of pheromones, coming off this woman. Her skin is fully flushed, and deep scans show old cranial damage, as well as an older generation skull jack hidden on the back of her head.
>"No more games. State the requirements." your fist crackles with electricity. she frowns and immediately cools off.
"I get bored here tin man. Men are all simple. Wasn't always from here ya know? "
>"Genetic markers indicate no ties to local community. Captive?"
"Somethin like that. My new Pa took me after my ol' pa died. Was too young to make it on my own. We came from off world...hate it here when I think about it. Pass time goin' mad and findin somethin new ta stick twix my nethers that ain't dumb, dirty, or old. No. I'm, not free. None'a us are. Too many ears, we all got our role to play. All of us got our history."
>"Explain."
"look at me." In a smooth motion she pushes the straps of her coveralls over her shoulders and the garment falls to her feet. Past her chest, her body is a patchwork of burn scars, her "feet" are actually synthplastic coverings that she slips off. Her actual feet are mangled and the toes look like melted wax that fused together. "I like machines. Machines don't care what I look like." Her body is a contrast of beauty and horror, like she went skinnydipping in a deep frier.
"Pa knows who did this...who did this over years. I can't say no more...got this..thing..in my head...won't let me talk like ah' want to...just wanna be free..be held." she pulls up her coveralls, which are of great interest to you. They completely obscure her body from your sensors giving you a false readout from what you just saw. The slight momentary shimmer across her body is a tell tale sign of a hard skin unit. This organic feels insecure in it's environment."
>"The present data is irrelevant to the situation. What are your requirements."
"I want machine bits like your lil' tank driver, but Pa wont let that happen. I wanna be pretty.

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>>2179792
recording has been active. good job thinking creatively player. Remeber that when you think such data will be useful to present to a character.
>>2179845
May-Bell carries on "If ya cant swing that...maybe just get a data spike an' stick it in my head a little bit. Its been so long..." she winks at you, but its not a sultry look, one of desperation. "please...but why don't ya go and get me those parts with your cute lil' tank. Go on now, git. Go look around a bit." Out of the corner of your FOV you notice a small boxy drone crawling up some pipes. Oversized optics spin and focus on you before it skitters up into a maze of piping and wires and out of view. Things are not what they seen here.

>Go meet Clyde
>Go meet Ray.
>Talk to Eusteus.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hq0kgSHsfe8

Time to meet Clyde and Ray

>>2179864
Go meet Ray

Wew, I bet she would just love to have all those little spider bots crawling all over her. How common is that kind of fancy tiamat stuff though? They might try take it from us.

>>2179895
The planet is a burial ground for dead end military projects, secrets, war surplus, or things people generally want buried from the industrial sector.

Both the Tiamat drones, and the Felix-11B are very rare. The fact that you have a Tiamat module means you can produce more drones. I have to head out to get a heater, house is freezing over. Sorry for the delay folks, but ill be back.

We should be very careful I don't trust these people very much

>>2179943
Waaaat! You don't trust these honest hardworking salt of the earth country style folk? Anon, you are a misanthrope.

We should send some drones out in the warehouse spy and maybe even if use the self-destruct feature when they betray us

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>>2179951
You know you don't need to be an ass

>>2180029
I was just teasing. Can we still be friends?

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>>2180089
Of course

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>>2179926
Did you freeze to death?

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>>2180202
update incoming shortly.

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>>2180207
Here

>>2180024
hoho...this anon is starting to get wise. :D
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>>2179864
You ping Atlas over your uplink, more specifically you ping the Tiamat repair module with a request.
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-activate infiltration.
>request acknowledged. 10/10 marked drones deployed.
--
Near Atlas, a small mob of drones cover one of their own as it uses a fusion cutter to bore a hole into the corrugated sheet metal wall. A moment later they all crowd into the opening and are gone...The small group moves as a tight unit, exploring the hidden spaces of the Scavenger outpost. They will report back in real time with any discoveries.
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You make your way out the back of the outpost to meet with Clyde. Numerous scavengers give you awkward sidelong glances as they go about their normal duties, the fenced in storage yard was really a bizarre hybrid of pig farm, scrap yard and motor pool. Your boots slightly sink into the combination of mud, shit, and oil before you hit a Marsden Matting layer that seems to encompass the entire area.

Eventually you find Clyde. He is a lank man with a pony tail of dirty blonde hair. "Hey Steel. Pops already gave me the heads up about you. So i'll save you the trouble about me. I tend to the pigs, the equipment, and try to make sure the others dont kill eachother before the old man kicks the bucket. You wanna blow off some steam after a long day, we do it here in the pits. Two ways. Drone fights over there, and us fightin' over here. Now...considering you have already shown yourself to be a man of realistic expectations as to how our world works, I also sell some things on the side. I'd say you could fight for em like the rest of us, but I hear you are a fuckin' cyborg, so thats off the table right there. But..if ya got a drone, we could always use some entertainment." You never even got a word in edgewise.

To your left a couple of semi toothless and shirtless men beat the shit out each other as they roll in the "mud". A crowd of their kindred cheer and shout. Over to the right a smaller arena made of chicken wire and gridiron has two small drones fighting to the death. One is a little chicken legged biped with a radial saw, the other is a boxy drone like you saw earlier, but with a drill. They attempt to disassemble each other while the older members of the Scavenger clan watch quietly.

"You ain't gonna find much else here, see I'm Pop's failure. Shoulda been a big city UDL enforcer, got us all outta the scraps. Instead I'm just peddlin' meth to yokels."

>Check Clyde's inventory
>Question Clyde (on what)
>Participate in a Drone battle.
>Fuck this. Go see Ray.

>>2180401
>ask him why he didn't make it onto the UDL, you didn't think they even had standards!
Maybe we should fuck may, then when she is naked run off with her coveralls.

>>2180401
>Participate in a drone battle!
Robo Cock fighting!!!

>>2180447
You move over towards the robo cock fighting arena, the small drones viciously gore chunks out of eachother's hulls while the older men and women watch. Without looking at Clyde you address him now that he finally shut up.
>"UDL rejection rates are low."
"yeahhhhh...well. I seem to be stuck always collecting this or that, sometimes it isin't even mine. Not that I keep it, just move it on to the next hands ya know?"
>"Larceny, Theft, and Fraud."
"Woah now. Those are hurtful words lawman. My sins were minor, my only mistake was that I couldn't be as corrupt as the senior UDL enforcers. Guess I don't have that in me. After that I tried to run off world. Crashed not too far from here, and Pa, well, he knew. Never told him, but he knew."
>"..."
"really. I kept my records, even the ones that they want gone. Its how I know you are full of shit. The UDL has a warrant out on my head."
>you casually tap your UDL radcomp, the screen lights up as you show him is own warrant. "not all of us are political." You had watched the UDL for decades before you had your first physical body. They used to be higher functioning.
"So what. gonna erase my past, make me your deputy while we go off fightin' crime?"
>"You weren't up to the task, and neither are your drones." After reaching into your duffelbag, you grab the spherical Tiamat drone and unceremoniously throw it into the arena. It lands with it's knife edged legs splayed and rears up, emitting a fearsome series of chirps and beeps. Somehow two other tiamat drones have appeared at the arena's edge and are holding up scraps of paper with two claws as they skitter about, pantomiming as an excited crowd.
-----

Roll a 1d100 to see what your opponent is.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2180574
battlebots!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2180574
MORTAL KOMBAAAAAAAAT
>Dunduuuuna Dunduuuuna.....
FIGHT

Rolled 90 (1d100)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2180574
natWon

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>>2180633
Your are now Tiamat drone M5856.
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Your opponent is a very old scavenger model, no longer useful for regular work they threw it in the Area for fun. It menacingly spins a tiny radial saw at you. You Issue challenge with your fusion cutter. While roughly the same height you are at a significant weight disadvantage, but it is not as fast as you.

>Circle around it and go for a quick kill (1d100)
>Grandstand as best a little drone can (1d100) below 50 is a failure, above 50 is a success.
>Be Defensive (1d100+10)
>other, write in.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2180834
>Grandstand like a baus
Evade its attack and get on its back

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2180834
The pic is cool looking

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2180834
>Grandstand as best a little drone can (1d100) below 50 is a failure, above 50 is a success

>>2180859
Oops sorry forgot to pick grandstand

>>2180841
>>2180859
>>2180860
holy fuck. you guys tempt fate.
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You scamper about the arena, really nothing more than a 6 foot ring of diamond plate surrounded by chicken wire. Raising two of your 8 legs above your head you emanate several mocking beeps and strut outside the range of the vicious saw. Finally the other drone lunges at you, only for you to climb up the chickenwire in a display of agility and grace. The spectators laugh at your archaic enemy, its simple computer struggling to keep up as it's little head sways side to side scanning for you.

Around you people are starting to place bets.

>coup de grâce- 1d100-10
>Death from above- 1d100+10
>HACK FROM ABOVE- 1d100-20
>The grandstanding continues!- 1d100, same as last time.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2180944
>The grandstanding continues!- 1d100, same as last time.
maximum bully

>>2180960
O-of course we can always fall on our sword- our fusion cutter, to allay suspicions of overly clever drones.
plz no bully

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2180944
GRANDSTAND INTENSIFIES

>>2180985
You use your fusion cutter to remove a section of the chicken wire, a long rectangle. With your manipulators you bend it in half before leaping down to smash the other drone with the impromptu wire chair.

"OH SHIT. LOOK AT THAT LITTLE GUY GO!"

The other bot' revs its saw again, but it promptly jams as the wire mesh tangles into it. The shame. The impotency.

>Finish it. (1d100)
>Hack it. (1d100)
>Ride it around like a rodeo bull. (grandstand rules apply.)

Rolled 1, 78 = 79 (2d100)

>>2181010
Grandstand finisher?

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2181010
>Ride it around like a rodeo bull. (grandstand rules apply.)
Hmm, maybe it will make an acceptable mount.

>>2181013
>>2181012
You climb up, metal hooks digging in as the drone frantically shakes and bucks around the arena. It's little nitrofuel engine is shrieking as it overrevs trying to start it's saw, trying to throw you. Your claws wave in the air, and in your moment of triumph, the other drone explodes, damaging your shell, and blowing off 3 legs, and breaking your fusion cutter.
---
you are Marduk again.
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"Funny antics Mr. Steel. Seems despite that stick up your ass you got a sense of humor, and are a damn fine drone jockey. Wireless connection huh?"
>"Something like that."
You reach down and pick up the damaged drone, its legs, and quietly pocket the circular saw along with some elctronics from the other drone. They all go back into the bag. The drones that were in the crowd crawl up your leg and into the bag as well to repair their damaged brother.
"Cammon' lets get you your prize."
he hands you a somewhat rusted, and rather brutal looking wrist mouted data spike. This thing is so old it might as well be in a museum.
>"I never asked for this."
"Well, ya got it. Try and be careful around here, things just..well they ain't quite right. Maybe they never were...also. If you could do anything about that Warrant on my head, I'd be rightly appreciative."
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<Gainted 1 data spike, useful for hacking sealed units, or interfacing with dataspike ports.>
Go for another drone battle
Check Clyde's inventory
Go visit Ray

>>2181029
>Go see video related
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuXsgx9nUV4

>>2181029
Go visit Ray, order our infiltrating drones to look for anything unusual. Any surveillance drones, hidden cameras, nerve gas dispensers are to be hacked or disassembled with extreme prejudice

>>2181040
You make your way to Ray's shop, its located on the upper level in the shanty district. Various tin and corrugated metal structures are littered across the gentile curve of the roof, seemingly at random. Every now and then you see someone peer out from a yellowed plastic window. While they seem flimsy most of them one room homes bare marks of previous storms, which is exactly what is now coming down on you. hard. You grab the collar of your leather jacket and use it to shield your face plate, a move so human it surprises you.

Eventually you spot the structure that looks like it has lost a battle with electronic cancer. Cables bore in and out of the shack, while numerous refrigeration units and other industrial air handling systems seem to spill out of it's side in a haphazard yet operational pile. The blue glow of monitors comes from every window of the shack, illuminating it in the gloom.

You knock on the door. If need be you could take it off the hinges. "Ray. Open up. Eusteus sent me." not exactly true, but it will move him. A short moment later you hear a bang and the sound of cascading electronics hitting the floor. A pale man in an orange and black jumpsuit opens the door a crack.

"What do you want?"
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>Distract him while you let your drones sneak in to explore and hack.
>Barge in
>Ask about the notable people here.
>Ask about him and what he does
>Ask if there have been any problems
>Ask if he needs any help.

>>2181062
>Distract him while you let your drones sneak in to explore and hack.
Ask him about his sexual prowess. Meatbags love that shit.

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>>2181040
While you were making your way to ray, the drone team proceeded to hunt down Ray's boxy surveillance drones with an extreme prejudice. The surveillance drones were each hand built with attention to detail from an older generation of parts. However they proved to be unable to cope with vicious softballs of spite and hate.
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Roll a 1d100 to see how the drone team did.

attached is a shitty mock up of a tiamat drone. I dont really feel very good, so drawing is not on the table tonight.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2181080
ninja spider team is go
Get well soon!

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2181080

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2181062
Distract him while drones perform Hax
>OPER8RS GOOOO

Our little murderballs are so devilishly adorable

>>2181091
>>2181083
>>2181088
>>2181083
The spy drones are no match for the Tiamat drones. They pounce on their slower prey, spearing electronics with bladed limbs, ending their electronic lives with a puff of smoke and ozone. The corpses of the little robots are dragged into a central pile and gradually rebuilt. Soon the 10 Tiamat drones are joined by a dozen modified Scavenger drones, newly resurrected and ready for service... Already numerous AV feeds are pouring in from the creepy little fuckers.
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>>2181088
>"You like hurting people don't you?" Your voice modulator distorts just the tiniest bit to generate more unease as you grip the edge of the door, opening it a few centimeters more before he starts to resist again. A featureless black face plate stares Ray in the face. "Am I right?"
"Wh...wa..what are you talking about?! What is that even about man?! You come up here in the middle of a storm to play head games?!" His vitals are fully elevated from relaxed. You have a full profile of his resting and excited physiology. Stress responses will be apparent now. A cursory xray glance of his apartment reveals no other life forms aside from rodents. His eyes keep dancing from your "face" to your radcomp and then the dataspike.
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It was exactly long enough for your drones to crawl down your pants, through the door, and into his room. Two glossy white softball sized spider drones, and one that is lugging around a somewhat larger arm and radial saw with a scorched shell. Designation "Punished Crab".

In the moments the drones got into the room and looked around they discovered a wealth of data before disapearing into the wirey mess of equipment.

Learned data:
>Ray has a very big fascination with May-Bell. There are pictures of her all over, some of them clearly candid shots of her topless.
>Numerous how to manuals for various types of equipment litter the place. He is not as skilled as the others think at his normal duties.
>He has a collection of well kept antique electronics; CRT monitors, an old mil-sup multi spectral sight, some sort of stand alone surgical bot, and even a near immaculate data spike...and a silenced pistol.
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Marduk actions:
>Barge in
>Ask about..
-the notable people here...
-him and what he does
-if there have been any disturbances
>Ask if he needs any help.

Drone Team actions:
>Scan and inventory equipment for functions before you do anything.
>Hack nearest dataports (1d100)
>Physically damage the equipment. shut it all down. (1d100+10)

>>2181111
Mix this video with a dash of mad max and cyberpunk, shove it into a giant warehouse turned shanty town. Welcome to the scrappers. Avoid if you dont like circa 2001 rap.

https://youtu.be/Trd49Da0gf0

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2181111
Look at all those ones^^^!!!
>Barge in
and
>Ask if he needs any help
With his instruction manual collection. We travel a bit and we might know where to acquire some more.
Also
>ask about him and what he does
and
>ask about if there have been any disturbances
because everyone seems on edge, we are sooo concerned. It isn't us is it?

>Hack nearest dataports (1d100)
Do it you little beauties.

Rolled 22, 64 = 86 (2d100)

>>2181111
>Other
"Ive noticed a bit of underlying tension with the residents of this.... Place. I want to know why. Now"
Rollan to intimidate
>Hack EVERYTHING
Rollan for hax skillz

>>2181124
>>2181117
22+giant intimidation bonus vs single unarmed man. lets begin.
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You hear a loud crackle and look down. Sticking in your protective vest is an electro-pick. Basically an electrified ice pick. You slam open the door and grab ray by the collar, the rain follows you in eagerly, pooling around your feet. "You know this is going to hurt right?" Palming his entire face you discharge your taser fist, piss runs down his leg as his body convulses. You go perhaps a bit longer than needed. When he comes to, he is tied to his chair with cables, filthy rags stuffed in his mouth. Looming over him, you remove the electro pick, and run it up his belly, pausing at the ribs to trace them before going up his neck and resting the point right at a tear duct. He is going cross eyed staring at the pointy implement.

Your voice is fully distorted now. "I w!|l as|<, a/\/d.y0u w1|| ans\/\/3rrrr..." his eyes go wide. "I..will...ask...and you...will answer." Using inhuman precision you rest the tip of the electro-pick right on his cornea. Tears run down his reddened face as he tries not to blink, breath, or move....

You withdraw the implement, and pull out his gag. "Lets beg1n."
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The merry trio of drones encounters minimal resistance into the systems of the Scavenger outpost. It would seem Ray has not been here long. A recent acquisition as it were...though his personal logs are heavily..heavily...encrypted. no matter. You have gained near full control of the encampment's cobbled together systems.

Drone actions:

>High power comms uplink
-Marduk commentary: This is powerful. Powerful enough to boost a hack on a given target. The denners, the scrappers, or even the UDL..I'll be keeping this in mind.
>Main Door controls
-Closed.
>Turret controls
-Set to manual control. It would be a simple thing to reactivate auto targeting, or even change the targets allowed...
>HVAC/ Life support
-shut down
-report out: <reads numerous failures and critical maintenance skipped.>
>Security
-report out status: <fully disabled.>
-activate cameras
-activate secondary defenses
-activate "scorched earth protocol"
>Archive- Read previous technician's logs.
>Personal logs (1d100, beat 80 or find another way.)

Marduk actions:
>feel free to ask Ray anything. He is not going anywhere.
>disarm Ray.
>Immobilize Ray.
>Remove Ray's head for Jimmy.

>>2181145
>Ask Ray what the fuck is going on here.
Inform him we have incentive to kill him unless he can prove useful to us

>>2181117
I don't know why but when I read this I read it in a very fast speaking manner like we drink way too much coffee and we're just trying to distract

>>2181151
>>2181151
The Tiamat drone teams work to put hidden physical controls on the various systems, ensuring that even after things go back to normal you will have an enduring back door in...
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>"Everything."
"what?"
>"EVERYTHING. SAY EVERYTHING" you grab the chair and lift it off the floor before throwing him and it. He lands on a pile of old garbage bags.
"please! No!"
>"...why do you always say that?"
"always..?oh..oh fuck! oh god oh fuck! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY!"
>your voice lowers to a near whisper, but synthetic as it is, it sounds like an old crackling radio "no one is coming ray...no one can hear over the rain. No one cares. Tell me about this place, about you..about everyone and everything."
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Ray spills mostly personal opinions on everyone, professes his love for May-Bell, his hate for Jimmy who always bullies him. He got here by chance as an off worlder who was given a corporate exile. He nearly died of starvation before the previous technician took him under his wing. Eusteus punished Jimmy for murdering him...and several other people, they were cut up and fed to the hogs. Ray is in over his head, this place is falling apart and he is trying to find passage off world via the station grade comm uplink on this place. Everything else is either deferred or a patchwork. Eusteus is probably going to kick the bucket soon, and without an heir this place will descend into in fighting and tear itself apart, but his addition is so bad he looses sight of reality around him and everyone knows it...

His stress response spiked dramatically whenever Jimmy or May-Bell were mentioned.
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What else? see previous choices.

>>2181151
>>2181145
So what are we going to do when we leave him? are we leaving him tied up or killing him? because I'm assuming they're not going to be very happy with us tieing him up and hacking their stuff (unless he doesn't see the drones hacking) they might not care at all about tieing him up

>>2181165
They dont know about the hacking. He will probably squeal the moment you let him go though. If you let him go. Though his personal logs still contain secrets.

>>2181164
Offer to kill Jimmy if he helps us. We need info and backup.
Ray is the best kind of coward. Sort of useful.