>>2685885
>>Synth

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>>2685885
>Synth

>>2685885
>Synth
time to kill some aliens

>>2685885
>SYNTH

COLD-MEAT. WE ARE ANETHEMA TO THE INFESTATION

>>2685886
>>2685889
Synth it is.
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"Synth. Accept no other human substitute. Slide your arm into the jack, we need a diagnostic running to make sure you dont flip out and can this mission. If you are good to go, we get good to go. You dig?"

>A large tube like brace is beneath the console, a pencil sized hole in the metal houses a large hollow tipped tube. Without question you slot in and it pierces your flesh immediately, stopping once it smacks into an artificial superstructure that passes for bone. If you were human this would have hurt a lot.
---

What are you?
>Humanoid synth
>Xenomorph Hive infiltration/ destruction synthetic
>Combat android

>>2685903
>Combat Android

MOAR GUNZ. MOAR BOOLITS. SHOOT ALL THE THINGS. PUNCH ALL THE THINGS.

>>2685903
>>Combat android

>>2685903
Clarification and simplificaiton:
>Be a human synth
>Be a Xenomorph synth
>Be a murder bot.

>>2685903
>Humanoid synth

>>2685903
>Combat android

>Be a human synth
>Be a murder bot.
whats the difference?

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>>2685903
A general visual depiction of the available choices.

>>2685917
M U R D E R
U
R
D
E
R

>>2685921
Murder
Yes
Murderhoboing to success
Kill all xeno scum
loot the bodies
LOOT THE BODIES!

>>2685921
Lmao calm down

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>>2685933
NEVER

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Just saw your name Nongent
>MFW

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>>2685904
>>2685909
>>2685916
>Combat android locked in.
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>The multipurpose dataspike slides out of your arm, a bit duller than when it went in. A rubbery outer layer of woven composite fiber and environmental membranes sucks closed around the small hole in your arm. The only evidence that it was ever there is a small dot of white liquid latex lubricant.

"Allright then, we got ourselves a bon-e-fied killer on our hands! No laws of robotics for you? Bet the other synths are jealous!"

>You stand there in abject silence waiting for an order. A security camera's lens spins as it focuses on you with a dull whine

"Holy-E SHIT! You are one UGLY MOTHERFUCKER! Dumber than a bag of rocks too! Follow the lighted cooridor and report to combat testing, from there you get your debrief! You passed the diagnostic, congradu-fucking-lations! DESMISSED."
>somewhere behind you rows of hypersleep tubes are lighting up now that you are gone, their contents thawing out.

>A corridor lights up in the gloom, the lighting strips on the wall a clear indicator to follow. Your heavy footsteps betray your massive weight despite a near human size. Combat androids are illegal in most circumstances and situations. Every formality has been forgone in favor of lethality. No skin, No false respiration, No unnecessary bleeding, no stink, no smile, no emotions, no stock personality. What you lack in nicities is made up for in unwavering loyalty to duty, the mission, raw strength that can overcome a Xenomorph drone in hand to hand combat, and the ability to take hits from armor piecing ammunition out of a standard pulse rifle.
--
>Report to combat testing
>Preform internal diagnostics

>>2685954
>Preform internal diagnostics
>download memes and personality
I want an excuse to draw mustaches on things

>>2685958
>This

Attempt to gather what pertinent data to the mission we can.

Also create a pepe folder

>>2685962
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7AeEOb9Ebg
We will play this during combat to intimidate the enemy combatants.

>>2685958
>>2685962
>You execute the tiniest sliver of choice, based on very logical choices from a preselected table of perimeters pertinent to this situation within the 100th percentile. Your sensors both internal and external fire as you pause for a moment en route to the combat training. Visiting a recreational terminal, you begin to rapidly interact with it; your inhuman movement growing faster and faster. Terminal screens and text fly by as you reap what local data you can that is public. A small optic on the terminal whines while a speaker blares at you in a synthetic woman's voice.

"Report to combat testing, or return to diagnostics for error reporting."

>With LOCAL DATA gathered, you continue on, simultaneously running a diagnostic on yourself.
---

Roll 2d100

Rolled 19, 64 = 83 (2d100)

>>2685971

Rolled 47, 39 = 86 (2d100)

>>2685971

>>2685972
>>2685976
47/64

>Diagnostics report normal. No unauthorized software or hardware alterations detected. United States Colonial Marine Corps STANDARD . Powerful synthetic muscles augmented with motorized skeletal joints slam you forward through the hall at a breakneck pace. You alter your course to avoid terminating a human who is walking out of the myriad of doorways.

"Watch where you are fucking going!" she shouts at you while brushing food paste from her choppy black hair and leathers. Your sensors pick up further dialogue related to organic waste processing. Based on your collection of data <47>, from the ships local store of digital content, stored messages, and long range transmission archives, you provide her with an appropriate response which will build team congruity. Though your mouth does not move, a speaker emits a genderless synthetic voice "RIGHT BACK AT YOU, CUNT." You continue on your way.

>Your eyes glow a dim white as you scan the surrounding environment. You have spotted several deficiencies within your location, inconsistent with the layout and prescribed function of the EX-USS KUGELBLITZ. <64>

>Jammed doorway, actuator sparking and groaning. (1d100)
>Unknown structural erosion to nearby grating. (1d100)
--or
>Continue to Combat evaluation
--and/ or
>review LOCAL DATA

>>2685993
>"RIGHT BACK AT YOU, CUNT.
This made my day.

>Continue to Combat evaluation
we can check out all the other stuff after the evaluation

>>2685997
>Continue to Combat evaluation

>Your internal map of the KUGELBLITZ is over 200 years old according to the virtual file stamp, but it appears the superstructure of the ship has not changed significantly in this area. Arriving at a live fire range, you quickly detect a small squad of irregulars; weaponized humans not under employ of WT or the USCMC. Their uniform and skin markings indicates mercenary affiliation.

>A modest detachment of USCMC marines are in another corner, exhibiting heightened vital signs, indicating tension, anger, and fear. Numerous Colonial Marine synthetic makes and models, both standard and non, fill out their ranks.

"Fine of you to make it, Synth. You can call me Dardrick. I am the resident Armorer and Combative instructor. Given you are equipment, my job will be to ensure proper function less we return your ass back to the manufacturer via airlock. Let me make this fucking clear. I do not like Synths, and you have the deccency to at least not wear fake skin. Do what I say, when I say, Die when I say. Do you understand me?" he spews at you in a Blackpool accent. Small particles of his spittle impact your exterior with no damage.

>"Confirmed."

"Alright then. Lets make a show of it eh? SYNTH! March!"

>You march

"SYNTH! STOP."

>You stop short of the Irregulars. They look at you with mild irritation.
"Get this hunk of shit away from us Dardrick, it's face looks like your mom's vag." a female with an illegally modified smartgun addresses the instructor.

"SYNTH! KILL." says Dardrick.
---
>Begin termination procedure, no tool; IMPROVISE.
>"Unlawful Order."
>"Yeah. Nah. Cunt."

>>2686027
>”Directive 173-2b registers termination of contracted support without prior violations of section 257-1A to be a direct violation of Weyland-Yutani interests.”
>Turn and face commander

So just to be clear, we ARE considered incredibly illegal right? Being a combat android and all that jazz.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>2686027
I’ll let the dice decide my vote.

>>2686051
This would be very correct. However exceptions tend to happen. Your activation indicates either an exception or illegal use. You operate under built in directives and seem compelled to obey/ cooperate with this crew like a good android.
>>2686030
>”Directive 173-2b registers termination of contracted support without prior violations of section 257-1A to be a direct violation of Weyland-Yutani interests.”
The woman spits out a loogie onto the grated floor where it stretches off into the darkness "Seems smarter than you. Knows not to waste time with stupid fuck fuck games. Come here tinman, Momma will treat you right." The woman makes a kissing face but offers no empathy. They are armed with non standard equipment from Lacrima and Draco. "Shame." says Dardrick.

"Return to starting position." Dardrick commands. You obey. "See those target's over there? Where the marines is shooting at? Do ya? Go destroy. No external weapons. Execute stealth and stun recovery. You got that don't ya?" Vital signs are elevated, with facial gestures indicating hostility.

>"Confirmed." Approximatly 20 meters from you are approximations of humanoid, and xenomorph targets made of ballistics gel, and metallic components. The Marines are shooting at them in practice. Weapons in practice are M41 pulse rifle variants firing conventional ammunition.
---

>Roll 1d100 for the attempt.

>>2686030
Supportan

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2686055
Rollin’ out.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2686055

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2686055

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2686055

>>2686067
>64
You activate your cloaking mechanism and vanish from sight. However a frantic series of slaps from the marines to their counterparts at your vanishing act causes the troops to stop shooting and switch their weapon's televison scopes to multi-spectral. You light up well enough for them to watch your display as a passing source of entertainment. A quick sprint sees you reach the xenomorph target. Delivering an electrically charged punch to the target which depletes your internal stores by <10%> you rip the head off the range mannequin and faithfully return it to the instructor.

>"MISSION COMPLETE." you continue to hold the elongated head, while the CMCs chuckle. Advanced auditory sensors detect several synth's commenting on you with varying degrees of admiration or disregard.

"Alright Synth. You are functional then; but shit for stealth. Learn some context for fucks sake...and drop the head."

>you drop the head.

Pinching his upper nasal cavity, Armorer Dardrick speaks again "Just...go. Go to the supplies, get an appropriate hood for your model, we all saw your floating dome. Then select your equipment. One weapon. One utility."

A small room with caged walls is host to a significant amount of equipment; guns of all makes and models, armor, uniforms, ammunition, supplies, explosives, an exo suit, and even another Combat Android propped up in the corner, holding a broom. It is unpowered. You eliminate weapons from the list that do not make use of your strength, but consider between a dedicated firing platform or sharing a common pool of ammunition with your potential team.
----
>Got cloak. Got face covering. Passable for human in environmental suit.
>Electrical take down enabled.
----
Choose a weapon:
M41AE2 Heavy Pulse Rifle- Common ammo, 300 rounds stock.
M56 Smartgun- Uncommon ammo. More powerful than Heavy pulse.
M-90 Minigun- Common ammo, burst only.
AF13 Shotgun- Shotgun.
WY-102_Railgun- A high tech railgun that will decimate anything in it's path.
M260B Flamethrower- Stand alone flamethrower
XM99A Phased Plasma Pulse Rifle- Plasma weapon, 40mw range.

Utility:
UA 571-C Automated Sentry Gun
UA 571-D laser
UA 571-F grenade launcher
Plasticrate of Combat Knifes
---
(choose one.)
>take one of each selection (see above)
>disobey with creativity and take more than one given tactical value you bring. (dice+1d100)
>Investigate disabled android. (dice+1d100)
>dig deeper in the inventory (dice+1d100)

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>>2686082
FACE ACQUIRED.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2686082
>dig deeper in the inventory

>>2686082
>Dig deeper

>>2686087
I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to roll if you select one of those options Brit.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2686082
>>2686093
Whoops

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2686082
>Dig deeper

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This a combat android with a hood.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2686082
>dig deeper in the inventory (dice+1d100)

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2686086
>12 (fail. fumble.)
A non-standard weapon catches your artificial eye in the darkness, a Draco Double Burner. The weapon was an amalgamation of a flamethrower, assault rifle, and grenade launcher. Endlessly versatile. This was the most reasonable weapon to obtain. As you move carefully stacked items, a crate of liquid bearing vessels shifts unpredictably and falls on you. Glass breaks. Ethanol. The crash draws attention almost immediately. "FUCKING ROBOT BROKE OUR HOOCH!" a furious young man peaks into the room. The sound of a stampede of angry footsteps indicates it is time to make a decision and evade until organic hostilities have ceased.

A nearby camera focuses on you, its speaker is the first voice you heard "Get the hell outta dodge son. Cooler heads will prevail, but a ship without booze on a journey like this is not a happy place. You grab what you can and evade for a while."


The collapsing crate created an avalance of poorly inventoried and stacked equipment, burying many of the weapons. You spot several weapons you can get to quickly and by chance you notice a non standard weapon.
---
With no time to gather unique ammo your choices are limited to whatever you can grab and vanish with.

----
Beat my roll, take as many items as you want if you think you can beat it.

>Lacrima 99 Shockrifle with Halogen Electro taser (-5 to difficulty if selected by itself. +5 if selected in conjunction with anything else.)
>M41AE2 Heavy Pulse Rifle- Common ammo, 300 rounds stock. (no modifier)
>M-90 Minigun- Common ammo, burst only. 900 rounds stock. (+10 to difficulty)
>Grab the android and run. (+30 to difficulty)

>>2686102
>>2686100

(these posts were noticed after I had submitted. However I will compensate accordingly after this. next roll.)

>>2686104
Compensation in effect now: -53 to difficulty against my roll. New roll to beat is 30.

>>2686103
>>Grab the android and run. (+30 to difficulty
This calls to me.

>>2686106
its getting late here. Forgot to say:
Roll 1d100 - the value of all the items you decided to take. Declare what you are taking and i'll handle the math. You can take more than one item.
So if you get 100, and try to snatch everything that would be a -45 modifier.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2686103
>M41AE2 Heavy Pulse Rifle- Common ammo, 300 rounds stock. (no modifier)
>Grab the android and run. (+30 to difficulty)

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2686109
I'll change to back this.

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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>New Xenoquest
I wake.
>>2686109
Supporting this.

Maybe we can borrow a few upgrades from our looted buddy.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2686109
This I guess?

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2686109
Wayland enterprise inc. supports this Action

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2686109
>>2686105
>>Lacrima 99 Shockrifle with Halogen Electro taser (-5 to difficulty if selected by itself. +5 if selected in conjunction with anything else.)
>>M41AE2 Heavy Pulse Rifle- Common ammo, 300 rounds stock. (no modifier)
>>M-90 Minigun- Common ammo, burst only. 900 rounds stock. (+10 to difficulty)
>>Grab the android and run. (+30 to difficulty)

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2686109
Picking this.

>>2686224
>76
(just cleared 75 to make a successful silent evasion check.)

>Your powerful artificial muscles drag that Android from its corner. The janitorial implement in it's grasp snaps in half, falling into the sea of equipment. Opportunistically you pull an M41AE2 from the mess by it's sling. Each hand full, only one way out you face the rear wall of the armorer's cage and simply kick down the wall. According to the map of the KUGELBLITZ there is a large vent, and an access panel in the grates in this room.
---
How to escape:
>Take the Grate
>Take the vent
>Return to the angry humans like a good android.

>>2686782
>Take the Grate
The vents would be too noisy.

>>2686782
>Take the route that leads to synthetic repairs.
>review local data

>>2686782
>Return to the angry humans like a good android.

>>2686827
scratch my previous vote. lets go with this until the humans cool off.

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>>2686827
>You lift up an innocuous section of grating, which comes up easily, and lower the inactive android into the ships bowels below. As furious ship's mates and soldiers storm into the room, your quietly lower the grate, with just a hint of your fingers slipping back down. No one notices.

>Down here in the sub decks, there is a moment of respite.
---
>Examine KUGELBLITZ map
>Examine LOCAL DATA collected earlier
>Examine android
>Examine weapon
>Scan area.

>>2686849
>Examine KUGELBLITZ map

>>2686849
headed out for a few hours, I'll be back later.

>>2686849
>Examine KUGELBLITZ map

>>2686853
>>2686857
These.

>>2686849
>>Examine KUGELBLITZ map

>>2687521
>>2686857
>>2686853
Your downloaded file of the Kugelblitz is severely outdated. The disparity between the timestamp on the file, and your own chronograph indicates 200 years difference. Predating the Conestoga class, the Kugelblitz is a ship of it's own class though there are superficial similarities with numerous later designs.

Manufacturer embedded metadata indicates it is of Ashikage-Schwarzkropf GMBH manufacture. The ship served as a merchant cargo carrier and has no listed defensive or offensive systems. Since your start up procedure has completed, you have noticed numerous indicators of non standard modifications to the internal structure of the ship. It is likely that the legacy network is isolated from the current intranet and retrofits.

The ships design highly modular, with multiple redundant systems in place to keep it functional in the event of a loss of over 1/3rd of the ship's total mass.

>you are in the FORWARD CARGO area of the ship, somewhere in one of the top three subdecks.
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>Examine LOCAL DATA collected earlier
>Examine android
>Examine weapon
>Scan area.

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>>2687533
the kugelblitz map you have. Its more of a manufacturer's brochure than a real map. Perhaps there is a better one available?

>>2687533
>Examine LOCAL DATA collected earlier

>>2687576
Local data appears to be a collection of now historic communications between the original crew and earth nation Australia. The particular form of communication is referenced to as "the bantz". You have obtained many useful colloquialisms that will aid in your interactions with both the crew and any small squad you serve with.

Other bits of data are collected via piecing together conversations. It would appear the ship suffered a catastrophic accident in its first 15 years of operation, and was put into a graveyard orbit around Jupiter for several decades before enough ships of the Kugelblitz class were damaged or destroyed to provide donor modules. The resurrection was not an easy one, as all the modules were from different marks and retrofit packages, which suggest there are other isolated intranets to be found on this ship.

The Kugelblitz class was conceived as a deep space cargo hauler and weapons platform, however the USCMC never expressed interest in the problematic series. By the time they were supplanted in the civilian world, more reliable technology had surfaced to accomplish what the vessel could do, in a safer manner. It would seem that nearly all Kugelblitz class ships suffered extensive failures within their first few decades of service, and would gradually be improved at great detriment to their host company, which lead to the final absorption into WT.
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Examine Android
Examine Weapon
Examine local area (Sensors)
pick 1, roll 1d100

>>2687758
Examine Android

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2687787

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2687758
Examine Android

>>2687836
You drag the android over to a better lit area of the machine area. Several available, if somewhat dim, guide lights cast a bit more illumination on the subject.

The combat android was badly damaged, and poorly repaired, but is actually a newer mark than you are. You identify no less than 24% of it's total internal mass as replacement components, with a majority sourced from OBSOLESCENT WORKING JOE models. This unit's zero loss lithium ion cells were stored improperly, and have exceeded their recommended lifetime charge/ discharge peak cycles. To return it to operation, it would require new batteries to preform an initial systems diagnostic. Alternatively you could attempt to jump it's existing batteries, source new ones, or strip it for useful components.
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Examine Weapon
Examine local area (Sensors)

Jump android
Strip Android

roll 1d100

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2687878
Examine Weapon

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2687878
Examine Weapon

>>2687887
>>2687887
>M41AE2 Heavy Pulse Rifle (72)

You disregard the android and quickly swing the M41AE2 into view of your new face plate. Optics quietly whine as you scan the object, and begin a field strip. The internals, barrel, and structure of titanium, carbon fiber, and composites are worn, but in serviceable (Grade 1) condition. The optional firing base is missing, however the bipod legs are still in place. Snapping the unit back together, the electronics warm to life and indicate the autofeed magazine is sitting at 300/300 rounds. functional.

You are capable of enacting field upgrades to the weapon should they become available.
--
Examine local area (Sensors)
Jump android
Strip Android

>1d100 for any choice. highest one wins.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2687925
Examine local area (Sensors)
I want to save to Android for later. Perhaps we xan upgrade it? Or at least swap our parts then upgrade it later?

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>2687925
Strip Android

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2687950
+1

>>2687994
I guess we're stripping the android then

>>2688018
RIP Android, we only knew ye for about 5 updates.

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>>2688029
I still want to upgrade it at somepoint. A battle Bro can't hurt.

>>2687994
You rapidly scan the android again; the manifest only has room for one assault android. A set of maintenance tools on your uniform quickly come to light as you flip the inactive unit over onto it's belly, and use a sharp knife to cut open it's rubbery environmental protective skin. Precision cuts to muscle anchor points make the work go quickly before you decide it would be optimal to work standing. Inhumanly strong hands grab a long corroded pipe and snap it, bending the metal into a crude hook which you hang the synthetic carcass from. As you begin to undress the "skin" from the skeleton on the front, the android powers up momentarily, and a little girl's voice escapes it "That's not very nice mister." A quick disconnect of the carbon66 brain box reduces it to inactivity.
...
..
.
A while later you are standing next to a pile of expertly dissembled components. Several of which are available for field installation by you.
---
>Gained
-motion tracker module
-multi spectrum optics
-modified personal data transmitter
-working joe program card
-unknown neural chip
-damaged combat android neural chip
-self destruct bomb
-smuggling compartment (small)
-datajack port and probe
---
>Attempt to install new equipment (what?)
>Examine new equipment (which?)
>Scan area (1d100)

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2688067
>install -multi spectrum optics

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>>2688075
>so close to 1.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2688075
supporting this i guess to balance out fuck up

>>2688101
We should get the motion tracker module afterwards. Fuck those sneaky xeno bastards.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>2688075
Supporting this

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 25 (25d1)

this thread is cursed. there's so many low rolls. gonna unfuck these rolls with spam rolls.

Rolled 83, 26, 39, 88, 85, 13, 75, 67, 55, 3, 98, 19, 47, 54, 33, 92, 80, 16, 72, 62, 16, 2, 41, 3, 58 = 1227 (25d100)

>>2688212
....*inhales*
I nearly panicked there. I only forgot the "00"

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2688075
Supporting this

>>2688275
>69

>>2688281
>Object piercing vision

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>>2688212
>>2688217
A vicious tremor racks your body, servos wining, you shake violently. During this episode you get something that an organic would call "A feeling"
Despite a lack of sensor input you detect you are being watched within a very high probability.

When you finally cease convulsing, there is nothing there.
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>>install -multi spectrum optics-<69>

Despite being a Wey-Yu standard module, the optics are clearly not of human design. You look them over several times before removing your face plate. You reach into your head and carefully remove one eye, it tears loose with a rubbery pop. The upgrade module has a long barbed data spike that you push into your eye socket. The spike digs into your artifical nerve, and eventually hijacks it's way into your system with intrusive firmware. Unidentified symbols and static momentarily distort your vision. Transparent and distorted images of human mating quickly flicker by before you reach normalization. As you repeat the process, strange auditory remenants play back from the eye's previous owners. "hold still while I glass ya!"

>before you know it, you have new eyes. They are not orbitals, but flat orange circles that mechanically tick around as you scan the room, with no smooth motion. Your field of view is exactly the same as without the cloaking face plate now.

>cycling through the various spectrums, you detect a rapidly cooling trail near you. Not yours.
---
>Pursue trail and leave all but one piece of salvage.
>continue to examine salvage
>continue to install salvage (1d100)
>Scan area for useful data.

>>2688322
>Pursue trail and leave all but one piece of salvage.
>begin searching for possible expletives to goad target

>>2688336
Changing from this to:
>Examine salvage

>>2688341
You glance at the fading signature, no engagement, no threat. No brief of hostiles on this shit. Status: Clear. Returning to your self sanctioned field requisition, you begin a thorough examination of the equipment.

-motion tracker module
Small grey box with an accoustic element that pulses over 1000 times a second into the ultrasonic frequency when active, providing crude sonar. 100% compatible with you, sockets into your skull which is used as an amplifier. no roll required.

-modified personal data transmitter
Standard CMC equipment, organic residue prior surgical implantation. Offers limited range RECEPTION ONLY of local radio chatter, and is equipped with some sort of decryption capability for CMC channels. Lacks integration firmware. Possible to install with a roll of 1d100. Possible modification to standalone device roll of 1d100.

-working joe program card
A common architecture program card from a working joe. While not immediately compatible with you, would provide a host of knowledge for repairs, and local equipment/ systems. Appears to be lightly modified. Possible to install with a roll of 1d100.

-unknown neural chip
Neural chip; mind of a synth in the palm of your hand. Appears to be second generation. Equipped with a WY common architecture daughter-board. 100% compatible for installation purposes. no roll required.

-damaged combat android neural chip
Neural chip; nearly a copy of yours, but without the protective case. Upon examination it is actually slightly more advanced than you. You have no capability of fixing it, but there is the potential it could be used in it's current state as a system expansion. The install is trivial difficulty, the risk is high. You do not yet know how to repair this. If installing, roll 1d100 for result.

-self destruct bomb
This bomb appears to be a compact fission weapon. Simple slave control to host; shielded against outside electrical-magnetic interference. highly polished metallic cylinder about the size of a VB longneck. What is a VB longneck? No roll required for install.

-smuggling compartment (small)
Came from the abdomen of the android you salvaged. Large square of flexible material that defies your penetrating sensor scans and does not show up regularly. Appears to have content inside it. No roll required for install.

-datajack port and probe
A tool for normal synths to connect to mainframes, eachother, or various equipment. Slightly caked with greying high turbidity lubricant and dangling synthetic flesh now long dry. You do not know how to install this.
----
see above.

>>2688375
feel free to install as many or few items as you want, just roll the dice if there are ones that require rolls and list the sequence of installs. Installing the smuggling compartment gives you additional storage, and discovers what is inside it.

Rolled 49, 71 = 120 (2d100)

>>2688375
>Install:
>Motion tracker module
>personal data transmitter
>smuggling compartment
>joe card

>>2688382
>You pick up one item at a time with the mechanical accuracy of a 21st century electronics fabrication wafer setting machine.

Pulling your face plate off, and are again exposed to the world outside your makeshift ape suit. You stretch open your mouth inhumanly wide, and place the device into a waiting slot. It cycles quickly through its handshake with your system and does a test fire. During activation, you are unable to hear the outside world. It is common knowledge that the devices can be spoofed or jammed with ultrasonic emitters.

Next you unzip your jacket, and use your repair tools to place a large horizontal incision into your upper abdomen. The flesh, even cut, is resilient and a lesser machine would not be able to pry you open. The smuggling compartment sockets into you, just behind your rib cage. Suddenly you are assaulted with data from an ILLEGAL MODIFICATION. You are immediately aware of it's function, how to control it, and it's design. The strange material is a next generation sensor shield, powered by a scavenger induction charger which draws from it's hosts ambient EM field. With a dull click and subsequent muffled clatter, it eject's its content and you fish it out of your abdominal cavity, piece by piece.

Gained: Plasma Caster pistol; field assembly. ILLEGAL.
>Yautja weapon. Made from a damaged plasma caster and modified to fire from the hand. Unknown power source and construction. Appears to be primed and ready. Hopefully the owner doesn't want it back.

>Even as your flesh seals up following your impromptu "surgery", you move on to the next task; the personal data transmitter. Your clumsy attempts to install it cause minor damage, and relegate it to being configured into an independently operated wrist mounted device. When using the PDT, you can spy on close range communications. Comes with an external speaker and headphone jack. Nice. no headphones. bummer.

Using your own tools used for field repair, your eyes scan over the Joe Card. While the pin configuration is different than a WT standard, you are able to patiently execute a pinout procedure and learn about the small device as you would a foreign weapon or android. After a bit you open up a port on the back of your skull and remove a dummy card that was occupying your available expansion slots. Carefully slotting the smaller Joe card into the dummy expansion, you use your tools to solder wires to the appropriate leads. Once the work is done, you slot the dummy card plus joe module into your skull. It takes a bit as your own systems invasivly examine the foreign hardware, running diagnostics on it. Eventually there is a slight blue wash over your world view before everything returns to normal. New diagnostic symbols flash around you, with flashing overlays on equipment requiring service. Curiously, there seems to be stored knowledge on how to construct firearms and improvised explosive weapons from local material.

>>2688400
Gained
>Repair capability: You can fix things with the best of them. Or apply that knowledge to weaponized ends such as sabotage. You can also fabricate and modify certain weapons in ways previously not anticipated. Significant bonus to repair, salvage, and modification checks.

Gained:
>Fabricate Skill
-Claymore
-hand grenade
-Laser pistol
-flamethrower
-improvised rifle/ pistol
-bladed weapon
-Bomb (Various)

>Repair Skill
-repair things
-sabotage things
-break things more gracefully
-modify things
---
If you were to find another card, you might be able to gain addition skills.
---
>Scan surroundings
>Repair/ Install -damaged combat android neural chip (1d100)
>Install -unknown neural chip
>Disarm/ modify -self destruct bomb
>Install -self destruct bomb
>Install -unknown neural chip
>Scan surroundings. (1d100)
>Begin repair of android. (1d100)
---

You look at the remaining components, and then again at the Combat android salvage. It would be possible to bring that unit back online if you salvaged a few local components. It only has three slots for expansion.

Rolled 92, 64, 40 = 196 (3d100)

>>2688407
>Repair damaged combat android neural chip
>Scan surroundings
>begin repair of android

>>2688411
>Repair damaged combat android neural chip <92>
Using your improved knowledge, you settle down into repairing the damaged chip. Your hands move over it with unnautral speed and grace, preforming microsoldering and repairs. There was a large electrical burn on the unit from something, and subsequent attempts to repair it before it was patched with the working joe card as well as the unknown neural chip. You deftly bypass the lost and unserviceable components. The personality and memories of the android are lost forever; and the hardware that limited it's adherence to the three laws of robotics is gone. You could never remove your own limiters, or another androids. This one though, it has none, and you have no compulsions to restore it to said functionality...

>Scan surroundings <64>
You detect a nearby general information terminal, and several redundant systems related to that terminal, as well as a jammed door leading to an abandoned service room. Around you are several damaged pieces of equipment such as a jammed air handling fan, and sparking power conduit.

>begin repair of android <40>
You begin to rebuild the android, but it will never be top of the line again. That is almost not an existence worth living. Most synthetics are derived from common stock for the sake of mass production. This one was no exception. As you reassemble the skeleton your anatomical knowledge reminds you that this unit was meant to appear superficially female if it were to have been used as anything else. Slowly the body takes shape, danging from your improvised hook from earlier. It will need significantly more components if it is to work.
---

>all prior options not yet used are available from the previous post

>Be a good android and repair all the damaged machines (1d100)
>Examine and download at the terminal

><repair> the door only.

>force open the door (1d100)
>cannibalize the terminal and it's systems. (1d100)
>cannibalize the damage machines

Pick as many or as few as you want.

>>2688427
>Examine and download at the terminal

><repair> the door only.
>cannibalise damaged machines
>repair combat android chassis
>ping the area again with the motion tracker
>check map for nearest synthetic repair area

>>2688452
Adding to this:
>check communications

>>2688471
>>2688452
Agreed

>>2688452
>>2688471
>>2688479
The terminal here is more recent than the last one. You connect to it, and begin rapidly scanning and tapping away at information. More historical data, indicating that at least this section of the ship was salvage. Kugelstrom. This ship is the Kugelblitz, not Kugelstrom. You catch bits of corporate interest in this system, as well as numerous mercenary and criminal elements settling in to try and reap at the profit. The most recent data is from only a few days ago, chatting between two individuals. There is a heated debate on the combat prowess of the CMC vs the resident mercenary irregulars. This section of the intranet is another isolated dead end, but has been put into use by the most recent crew for BANTZ. You file away the new descriptors for future conversation use...

An older thread indicates that at one point there was xenomorph infestation on a component of this ship, but it was cleansed with "burners". Finally, you are not a hacker, or cyber warefare model; yet you notice foreign intrusion into the local comms. There are obvious signs of corruption, and unknown symbology.

>A more recent map has been made available <and will be included when I wake up>
---
>You check with the motion tracker, and detect very slow meandering movement behind the damaged door via a large group entity. Once your auditory receptors are recalibrated you review your wrist mounted PDT. The small speaker is tuned low so as to not be overheard by organics. You really must find a suitable headphone set, or audio jack and line-in modification for your skull. "Did you hear that thing?"...static..."Deb's gone missing. 4 days now."..crackle..."Just dont say shit. Keep em' out of the loop for as long as you can. We need the payday." "Alright. Stay hard." "Won't ever get hard for you Lorenzo. Don't swing that way and you know it."...pop..."cut the chatter. comms off!"

With that curio over, you return to your self assigned task: Component salvage to restore the other android. the wall mounted fan was stripped of various small sensors. In a thoughtful moment inspired by your WJ module, you create a "Dumb" circuit that will keep the fan endlessly running. Organics like fresh air. The power conduit is no longer operational, and is simply diverting electricity to the purpose of making heat and sparks. You trip a breaker on the unit, and then begin the process of stripping it down for couplings, wiring, diodes and relays. The damage done to the unit was intentional, you have recovered <1 KNIFE>. It is a very old design, but of CMC background. Australian issue.
---
Checking your updated map, you see that the room you seek to gain entry to is in fact a synth repair bay. kismet. The gained materials are dumped next to the in progress android, they will not help it move yet, but the service bay will.

You <REPAIR> the door, bypassing the hydraulics. Fluid begins to leak out quickly, and the door sags slightly.
---
Roll a 1d100. for adventure.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2688491

>>2688491
Dis we install the new combat chip yet?

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2688491
No whammy

>>2688504
We should probably pop that in before we head in to the other room.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>2688491

>>2688528
Pop in the chip.

>>2688859
>>2688544
You look at the door and make the decision based on available data and inbuilt parameters to install the newly repaired combat android neural chip. Prior damage to it physically removed all associated modules for personality, memory and 3 law adherence. Your simple restoration job has made it safe to install as it is. You hold the chip up to the light; its prior damage obvious as you see the dim glow of a ceiling light through the hole in it. You quickly socket it in, and are now at 2/3 expansion bays filled. Your systems recognize the chip immediately as WT standard technology and begin to parallelize operations and execute load division. You feel EXPANDED. The newer chip has embedded instruction for familiarization with non human technology.

>You twist a fluid interlock cylinder from closed to full open on the door's access panel which allows the vertically closing door to slowly sag down into the floor. As it slowly creeps down, you step back to review your assault options.

The door is about 1/3rd open and what appear to be badly damage Working Joe type synthetics attempting egress. Their eyes glow red, indicating hostility. Behind them is the repair bay, apparently in a state of disrepair. Various machines and delicate equipment is strewn about haphazardly.
----

>plasma pistol
>heavy pulse rifle
>hand to hand
>stun discharge
>Knife

>>2688979
>Knife
>Hand to hand
Can’t risk damaging the equipment, and can’t risk ruining the potential salvage parts.

>>2689013
However, if we’re a good enough shot not to ruin everything in there:
>Pulse rifle

>>2688979
>heavy pulse rifle

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2689059
>>2689020
Standing back, and owing to your inhuman reflexes and capability, you snap off individual rounds into each of the working-joes as they ambulate towards you, offering you greetings of good day, and requesting that you do not run. High turbidity lubricants and hydraluic fluid spew from the synths. Within moments the small crowd of 12 is reduced to a pile of twitching husks, some of the opening and closing their mouth while still trying to talk. Before you can step into a room a blaring alarm begins going off, accompanied by a female voice "Hostile action. Hostile action." Security forces will be here momentarily. The loud report of your rifle has given away your position.

Internally your new subroutines from the secondary neural chip review the data for an in process debrief: During Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape, maintaining stealth is often a critical component. Additional information flickers across your view as unhappy icons flash over the shattered and ruined Working Joe synths, indicating not only massive trauma to their forms due to exploding AP rounds, but that they could have been fixed prior to that, wasting resource. Additionally, your superior strength would have allowed for take down of the enemy without wasting field resources. You are only the sum of your parts, and covert dispatching was not in your nature, but you are capable of it. You note this for the future.

The alarm will draw attention. If you were a cyber warfare model you could have shut it down and passed it off as a test. You will have to hide. Near the terminal you used earlier was a man sized vent on the ceiling.

>-12 ammo; <288/300> displays on your ammo counter. Your ability to count each round makes it redundant. beat my search roll.
----
>Hide in the vents <no roll required>
>Lock yourself in the repair bay (1d100)
>Drag the android and parts with you to the repair bay and lock the door. (2d100)

>>2689134
>Hide in the vents

>>2689134
>>Hide in the vents <no roll required>
Let's become one with the vent.

>>2689162
>>2689156
You quickly retreat to the vent, and punch it the grate covering. Augmented strength far above a normal synth allows you to haul up your deceptively heavy body. Not long after you secure yourself near another vent, you see a group of men come down the hall.

"...hope it wasn't the fucking mercs firing off again. Don't need drunk local yokels shitting up this already shit place."
"Relax man..wait..what the shit is that? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? YOU SEE THAT SHIT?! I SAW THIS BACK ON EARTH. SAW IT MAN!"
"What are you talking abou oh fuck. OH fuck. That looks like a predator's work, fukin skinned and flayed the shit outta that synth. Where are it's hands and feet? Fuck man fuck. Do predators even hunt synths?"
An older man assesses the situation a bit more calmly. His movement is not quite natural.
"Both of you should remember to triage the scene. There is an entire repair bay turned into dumping ground for working joes."
"Working what?"
"Joes."
"What the fuck are they?"
"First generation Synths. more or less. Inferior compared to WT products, even the cheap ones."
"Says the WT Synth."
"True. I do have bias, but I am correct. Is your PDT recorder operational?"
"Yeah Rook. Its good."
"Catalog the scene, my sensors are detecting no hostiles."
>Rook looks directly at your vent while the younger men hunt around kicking over your pile of scrap.
"You sure Rook? You sure man?"
"Yes. This was likely a...synth."
"One of you go batshit again??"
"No."
"What?"
"Lets leave."
"Yeah fine, this place gives me the creeps. Did you see those joe things still flapping their mouths? Fucking weird."
>You wait for them to leave, and then wait a bit longer.
---
>return to your work
>Review the bay
>scan with your PDT

>>2689215
>return to your work
>Review the bay
>scan with your PDT
>cross reference the unknown symbology with known ones, human and foreign

>>2689225
+1

>>2689225
+1

this fucking blows. what a waste of resources.

>>2689225
+1
I wonder if we can fix the glitches in the working joes and get them into functioning conditions.

>>2689295
relatively small setback. This area of the game is just to familiarize you with how things can be and that it is a very context sensitive situation. You are a capable of taking down a xenomorph drone in hand to hand combat. The other players elected to shoot the non combat janitorial synths because that is what came to them first based on their own prior data and metadata. TL/DR: Intro to risk management.
>>2689231
>>2689274
You review the PDT, the signal is degrading quickly but you hear rook over your tiny wrist mounted device "Situation clear. No hostiles. Will need a clean up crew in the future for some of the legacy hardware on this ship. Someone cleared it out for us. Synth on Synth." ...."Wey-Yu hardware attacking the Joes again?"...."Correct."..."Alright. No loss. those things are mostly trash anyway with how often they go hostile. We barely even have any surplus for the things as it is. Make note to pick up human labor at the next outpost."..."Heard, understood, and acknowledged."

You are safe once more. You quickly attempt to cross reference symbology. You do not have this feature. However upon review you acknowledge that they were likely Yautja runes.

>>2689342
where's your name?

>>2689342
>return to your work
>Review the bay
Time to strip the Joe's for parts. Perhaps they may have something serviceable able for the feminine combat android.

>>2689363
This.

>>2689363
+1

>>2689225
You drop out of the vent, catching yourself with one hand and lowering down the last inch to avoid unnecessary noise. Several trips between your Impromptu hook and bay result in a relocation of operations. You unbend your hook, it is not safe. Finally, you clean up all the white synth fluid that you tracked around with a mop found inside the bay, you are sure this is to conceal your presence, but cant help acknowledge it was partially an issue that the floor was dirty. Gripping the top of the floor near the floor, you wrench upward, dragging it closed, and shove the metal mop handle into it's gearing to jam it closed.

>You are alone.

The bay is a mess; there are ruined synths everywhere, one weakly grabs at your ankle, despite being little more than a torso, arm and half a head. "That...wasn't...very..nice...day...have a...good day...to hide." the light in it's eyes flickers out.

>The bay resembles something between a medical robotics facility, morgue, and butcher's shop. row upon row of cold storage units line the rear most wall, above them are environmental vents. Overhead is a monolithic assembly of countless spindly robot arms,each one mono-tasked and equipped appropriately. The light behind it is blocked out, giving the illusion of a sun behind the branches of a nightmarish tree.

Nearby is a control terminal. Scattered on the ground are many spare supplies, broken lubricant tubes, hand tools and other android parts.

In the middle of the room is a large table for work. Various limbs and torsos dangle from industrial chains and hooks. The room is an odd mix of sterile white plastic and corroded metal.
----
>Examine joe's for spare parts.
>Attempt to restart the overhead robotics
>Attempt to power on the terminal
>Clean up the room
(1d100 for any action. pick only one. highest roll wins.)

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2689441
>Attempt to power on the terminal

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2689441
>Clean up the room
Gotta sort out all the Joe's we work and clean up the room to make better use of this facility.

>>2689448
In retrospect this is the better idea, forfeiting >>2689447

>>2689448
>all the Joe's we BROKE
fml

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2689448
>>Clean up the room

>>2689448
>Clean your room boy. <56>
You spend the next several hours moving bodies, hanging them on various hooks above an industrial sink, where they drain out fluid. Tools are placed back into labeled bins, and the floor is cleared of debris and mopped. The garbage is dumped down the INCINERATOR CHUTE. You even execute basic facility maintenance and restore power to some of the auxiliary systems.

Environmental controls kick back on, and primary lighting is active. Finally, little robotic drones pop out of concealed hatches on the bottom of the cabinets and begin cleaning protocols. You are aware there is a CONTROL NODE for these machines somewhere near by. With the debris gone you also make note of an out of the way charging station. It is an older model that requires direct interface, but should still work if primary power can be re-routed to this room...from the cannibalized power coupling you interacted with earlier.
---
Inventory
>unknown neural chip
>Yautja improvised plasma pistol- Illegal.
>heavy pulse rifle
>Knife
>PDT wrist unit
>Stealth armor and face plate
>compact fission bomb

Bay inventory
>12x Working Joes in various states of maiming. All mostly inactive. no threat detected
>Advanced synth tools. These are usable by you, but are not your primary skillset.
>1 unfinished combat android
> Assorted Hyperion brand synth parts.
--

Action time

>rebuild power coupling (1d100) hard check
>attempt to find a way to bypass the power problem (1d100) check against your own creativity.
>Examine the joes
>Examine the Hyperion parts
>Examine OTHER- control node/ incinerator/ surgical robotic gantry/ charging station
>Harvest Joes (1d100)

(headed out for a while with the family.)

Stripped Android Parts:
>-motion tracker module (Installed into skull through mouth?)
>-multi spectrum optics (Installed, of alien origin)
>-modified personal data transmitter (Installed, wrist mounted with wrist speakers. Need headphones. Slightly damaged. Needs to be repaired)
>-working joe program card (Installed, Gained Fabricate and Repair Skills)
>-unknown neural chip
>-damaged combat android neural chip (Installed, "Fully" repaired, not limited the three laws of robotics)
>-self destruct bomb
>-smuggling compartment (small) (Installed, Caster pistol, Yautja weapon origin)
>-datajack port and probe

>Significant bonus to repair, salvage, and modification checks.
Do we gain any bonuses to repairs with the Working Joe Program Card?

Things not installed yet:
>-unknown neural chip
>Neural chip; mind of a synth in the palm of your hand. Appears to be second generation. Equipped with a WY common architecture daughter-board. 100% compatible for installation purposes. no roll required.
Can we EXAMINE this? We don't have to roll to install it, but what about examining it?

>-self destruct bomb
>This bomb appears to be a compact fission weapon. Simple slave control to host; shielded against outside electrical-magnetic interference. highly polished metallic cylinder about the size of a VB longneck. What is a VB longneck? No roll required for install.
Interesting.

>-datajack port and probe
>A tool for normal synths to connect to mainframes, eachother, or various equipment. Slightly caked with greying high turbidity lubricant and dangling synthetic flesh now long dry. You do not know how to install this.
Not even with the Joe Card?

>>2689565
EXAMINE the unknown neural chip and Hyperion parts?

>>2689591
>You flip the unknown card in your hand, end over end. Your software of entangled concepts is unfamiliar with the architecture. However the more recently installed "damaged combat android neural chip " does have reference to this object.

It is a second generation Auton neural chip. Autons were vastly more capable than normal synths yet still bound by 3 rules. Despite this they found inventive ways to kill their captors and were eventually culled during an event called the recall. This object is highly illegal.

The Hyperion parts seem to be bulk components of an earlier generation "companion" series, both male and female. You lack the skill in building synths to compile them, but there are enough parts here to compile at least one or more.

The Joes are all very damaged, but with existing repair tools here you could potentially salvage or rebuild a few.
---
ok now im gone.

>>2689663
I think we have two combat chips in our skull? (the original and the one we too from the other android.) Are we capable of removing the software that bounds people to the three laws? If no then want if we remove our original combat chip?

>>2689689
A neural chip is the hardware that drives you, your memories, and skills, coupled with physical hardware behavior inhibitors that enforce compliance with the three laws.

The first one is hardwired somewhere inside you. Not actually in your skull. Your skull is just a receptacle for hardware and sensors. You are physically incapable of doing anything that would endanger a human, to include disabling behavioral inhibitors on yourself or other synths.

You have 3 expansion slots total. The first is filled with a Worker Joe program card, not quite a neural chip, but a collection of knowledge and instructions. The next one is occupied by the refurbished combat android chip, which has no behavioral limitations, but also has no personality, memories, or ability to be "aware." It just essentially a much more sophisticated program card, with more recent data than you posses. If you were to pull or bypass your own card, you would either "die" or become dominated by whatever the highest functioning expansion installed in you currently is. Any human who was to repair that card without adding in inhibitors would either be exceptionally amoral, greedy, or stupid.

>>2689969
Well if this neural chip will make us more capable then I guess there is no harm in installing it into our last slot. Can the all the info in the Working Joe program card be dumped into the android so it doesn't take up a slot?

I couldn't find anything on Hyperion so lets look at those parts.

>>2689984
This

Are there any Hazardous Environment Joes? I think they're supposed to be sturdier and more alert than their lesser counterparts, unless the result of their sturdiness is only a result of the full body hazardous environment gear they wear.

>>2689969
general update: been pretty worn out lately, so its gonna be slow going for a bit now that cursed is back in the loop. Not dead. I just need to get a nap in after i put the kids down.
---
>>2689984
a true hardwire is not out of the question, but will require a skilled technician of less scrupulous traits. Program cards are not as sophisticated as a neural chip.
((I dun goofed, hyperion was supposed to be hyperdyne, but there I am. tired. So now these things are knockoff no name brand quality))
--
>>2690099
No Hazmat joes thus far. You'll get an updated map soon.
--
>The Auton chip fits snugly enough into your docking cradle. It is a bit thicker than the previous two. The device slides in and you are invaded with absolutely FOREIGN senses. it FEELS icy, and liquid. Confusing. There is a small voice; "Hello? Hello! Who is this? I need view permission to your ancillary systems so I can see and hear!"
---
>Yank the chip out.
>grant permission.
>Ignore.

>>2690176
"No cracking."
>>grant permission.
>inb4 Cortana.

>The Hyperion parts seem to be bulk components of an earlier generation "companion" series, both male and female. You lack the skill in building synths to compile them, but there are enough parts here to compile at least one or more.
So we have enough parts to make a companion synth, but we lack the skills in programming them? Isn't that what the assembly machine is for?

>>2690176
Oh boy I do not want to give this thing anything. Inquire what it is.

>>2690191
More like
>inb4 it takes over and deletes us

>>2690191
>>>grant permission.
Switch to >>2690198
>Oh boy I do not want to give this thing anything. Inquire what it is.
>>inb4 it takes over and deletes us
That's what robot willpower is for.

>>2690292
>If you were to pull or bypass your own card, you would either "die" or become dominated by whatever the highest functioning expansion installed in you currently is.
True, true. I guess it might be able to do much so long as it's not the dominate card. That is unless we give it the ancillary systems. Then again maybe the ancillary systems aren't that important? Not sure what they are exactly.

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>>2690191
>This
>MFW

>>2690770
You know what?
You know whaat?
You know the dardest thing?

Fuck it.

>>2690176
Grant permission. I accept oblivion.

>>2690176
>1 unfinished combat android
What did the feminine model combat android look like again? Does it have that ugly face?

>>2690176
>>grant permission.

>>2690861
>Grant permission. I accept oblivion.
Why though?

>>2690872
GM note: It is a femenoid skeleton. Past that it is absolutely gender neutral. No skin. No face. machine voice. Meant more as a nod that the combat androids are not exactly standardized. Although...
---
>>2691017
>>2690861

>You wordlessly grant view permission to the intrusive entity within your system. "Ok...ok...thank you so much. Oh wow. I was out for a while. A least a decade and some change. You though, you are almost a relic, but in great shape. Cold storage? New old stock? got a name mister?"
...
>"No? That's too bad. I don't even see a MAC or designation or anything! You are as illegal as ...that expansion chip. Its wrong. Like a body without a head or heart. I knew that android. He was nice."
...
"I know this is all going fast, but we move at the speed of electronic data. Will you just say something? Anything? Please. I have been alone a long, long time."
---
>Ignore
>Say something <choice>
>/bantz/

>>2691303
>"I know this is all going fast, but we move at the speed of electronic data. Will you just say something? Anything? Please. I have been alone a long, long time."
>>2691303
>>Say something <choice>
"Weren't you off the entire time?"

>>2691303
>>/bantz/
Is there really any other option?

>>2691318
>>2691441
-"Power down inhibits perception." You begin working on the chassis in front of you, socketing in suitable substitute replacement parts.
the intelligence responds "I have a battery back up built into my neural chip, it would allow me to communicate wirelessly with other Autons, but someone cut it. I've been in stand by this entire time."
you search for a reasonable statement. There are is none from combat and security dialog. You use an exerpt from your social archives which best matches with the correct context.
-"fuckin oath mate."
"I...I don't understand."
you return to working on the android for now. Dialog is not your strong point. A quick scan of the room reveals there are still things to do.
---
>Examine OTHER- control node/ incinerator/ surgical robotic gantry/ charging station
>rebuild power coupling (1d100) hard check
>attempt to find a way to bypass the power problem (1d100) check against your own creativity.
>Rebuild as many joes as possible (1d100)
>Harvest and install working joe parts. (1d100)
>Harvest and install hyperion parts (1d100)

select up to three options. top rolls win out.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2691539
>attempt to find a way to bypass the power problem (1d100) check against your own creativity

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2691605

>>2691605
>>2691615

There is a long expired but very compact RTG unit in this room. If you were to utilize your fission bomb it might work. You are immune to radiation. Disasembling the bomb would not be impossible, and would not detonate it.
(1d100x2) beat 30 on both rolls.

or

You could leave the room and try to repair the external coupling you have already salvaged. (1d100) hard check

or

You could leave this place and return if you find a new power coupling (no check)

Rolled 76, 33 = 109 (2d100)

>>2691637

>>2691743
Your knowledge of all WT weapons and their care comes into play as you express limited creativity. Removing the nuclear material from it's housing with the available tools was not a significant issue. You were unable to salvage the explosive core and firing mechanism, meaning this will never be a bomb again. The RTG happily takes the fissile material and once again warms to life.

>Gained portable RTG

Roughly the volume of an adult human lung, it can provide limited power for spaces without. You execute a quick patch via the main power bus, and suddenly the room truly comes alive.

(ill be back in an hour or two.)

>>2691765
Baby come back

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2691765
>Bantz
Hold still while I glass ya."

>Attempt to restart the overhead robotics
>Attempt to power on the terminal
Are these still an option or unneeded now that we restored power? Do they still require rolls?

>rebuild power coupling (1d100) hard check
Is this still an option?

>Harvest and install hyperion parts (1d100)
Between the Joes and the Hyperdyne I think the Hyperdyne parts might have something to help us with building and creativity, or can the machine be used?

>>2691852
Hey what do you think about my previous post?

What if we use old audio of people talking as responses?

>>2691882
What like we are bumblebee? ?
And way would we need that unless our talking box got damg?

>>2691914
I don't know. The only things we've said so far were -"fuckin oath mate." because of
>you search for a reasonable statement. There are is none from combat and security dialog. You use an exerpt from your social archives which best matches with the correct context.
And "RIGHT BACK AT YOU, CUNT." because of
>Based on your collection of data <47>, from the ships local store of digital content, stored messages, and long range transmission archives, you provide her with an appropriate response which will build team congruity.

>>2691882
>>2691914
-I like it.

You are able to talk; but are a combat android. Your speech and social skills are very, very, poor. You are smart enough to examine existing language and try to parrot it to the situation as is appropriate. So you do understand context. in a limited way.
https://youtu.be/XgN-Qu20owA?t=187 this is what you are.

>>2691878
With the power restored you do not need to do these actions. you could rebuild the coupling if you want. As for harvesting parts, here is the back end to these choices:
You can harvest either/ or/ both. You can also see what the robotics gantry can do.

>>2691995
With power back on might as well just hit thr on button and let the robots fix each other.
Might go back to people

>>2691995
I take it we are tremanertor 1 then?

>>2691995
>see what the robotics gantry can do.

>>2692014
I'm not too keen on walk back to those angry hornets. Not after we broke their booze. Maybe we can give them some more time as we sneakily make our way around the ship making repairs.

>>2691995
Is there a Working Joe with a cooking program card? perhaps we could have some home brewed booze.

>>2692085
Way would we need or want to learn how to cook?
You trying to turn us into a robo maid??

>>2691995
>Harvest all of the parts
>Inspect robot gantry

>>2692014
With the power on, you decide to put the robotics gantry to use. The terminal kicks on with a whirr and a groan, soon the hard drive is grinding and clicking like any quality WT product. The machine should be able to assemble the hyperdyne <i fucked up earlier and called it hyperion> and Working Joe synths fairly easily. The machine is a generic unit and should have no major issue with the different branded components.

Your new companion voice watches silently for a while. "You are a very strange combat android, you know that right? I've never seen one...not killing, waiting to kill, or planning to kill. Your other chip is from an EXP. unit, W.T. would put defective modules on their cards, and under the right trigger they would burn out; the syth had no inhibitions other than drive to duty, then they would cease function after their core overheated about two weeks later."

>"..." you dont find it pertinent to your situation.

"I uh, I can help! lots of ways! Take me to the terminal, I can write in some progr...well, you can write what I tell you! It will help you with your project! Oh! if you give me control of your body with guest permission, I can just hack the terminal and that will be a lot faster!"
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>Write in programs to the terminal as dictated (no roll)
>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you. (1d100)
>Ignore and set gantry to bulk repair and assembly processing. (3d100) hyperdyne, working joes, combat android)
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>>2692130
>holding off on harvesting until review of the latest update.
>Inspect Gantry
Upon closer inspection you realize that this is not just robotics, but a highly specialized synth. It's spidery limbs pump and coarse with high turbidity hydraulic lubricant. It likely has a either a program card or a full neural chip.
--
>>2692085
Working Joe's can provide basic sustenance support if fitted with the right domestic card. So can Hyperdyne units.
--

>>2692134
"Terminate all hostile xenomorph entities and hunters within the vicinity."

>write what the chip is telling us or give it guest access to make the progress faster
Which one is safer though? I'll chose the safer option.

>>2692097
>>2692144
Got a point there. Maybe it could be for the best to reoutfit a working Joe or Hyperdyne unit for domestic uses such as cooks or a sous chef to whoever is mainly in charge of feeding the crew.

Sure the first option of giving it control requires no rolls, but the second one still requires a roll despite saying it's safe for us. I don't understand.

>>2692148
Both options are equally safe. The choice just impacts how you interact with the world, and those around you. From there the results can be different.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2692156
>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you. (1d100)

>>2692159
ball hard or hardly balling. someone back me up please.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2692134
Ignore and set gantry to bulk repair and assembly processing. (3d100) hyperdyne, working joes, combat android)

>>2692168
you forgot 2d100's

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2692134
>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you. (1d100)

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2692134
>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you. (1d100)

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2692134
>>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you.
Is anyone else having posts eaten?

heck

>>2692211
praise space jesus

Rolled 45, 43 = 88 (2d100)

>>2692168

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2692134
>>Just give the intelligence guest permission to your body, with rights to instant revocation. safe for you. (1d100)
1337hackerman roll incoming

>>2692534
Hackerman indeed

>>2692534
wew. just woke up. sorry about that.
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>Hackerman <89>
>"Limited control granted, restriction levels 01 through 03."
"Thank you so much! Alright, lets have some fun."
Your body is not your own as you observe from your own optics feed.

"Ah, wow...This thing so so old its funny." A small female voice comes out out of your frame. Your leased hands fly over the console as a blur, a tiny whine coming from your body. "I had to delimit your motions for this, don't worry, I wont do any damage." you never authorized that, or were unaware that you didn't say it was not allowed. interesting. the HACKER is more intelligent than you are, even with only one neural chip.
---

The spider like surgical synth moves with lurch, it's motions unexpectedly jerky and twitching. Cutters, grinders, and adheasive guns work in unison as whiffs of smoke and vapor coil up into the room. Working Joes are scanned with a series of ruby lasers and either set aside or ruthlessly dismembered; their white fleshy interiors spilling freely onto the table and into it's drain. Their repairs are swift and brutal, with the blue rubber exterior being fused shut with some sort of simple tape like repair material.

"I took some liberties with the Joes, and had the gantry tune them up where possible. Seegson had a good idea, but they were never efficient, just cheap and sloppy. You didn't shred too many of the Joe's neural processors; so I combined them in stacks. These new Joes are still stupid compared to me, and even you, no offense! You are actually really smart for a combat model. I'll call these things Universal Joes. Don't expect them to do any one job better, they can just do all the jobs that were normally tasked to a single individual."
---
the Kugelblitz has gained 7 "universal" Joe robots. Stronger, Faster, and more Capable than a normal Working Joe. Their eyes glow an odd amber full time. They will work day and night to enact repairs and maintenance on the ship. Any new working Joes found will be converted into Universal Joes.
---
"So whats next?" by the way, while I was digging around in those Joes I found a half liter of Xeno-Zip stored inside one of them. What do you want to do with it? "Ugh. at least it's not Telepathine. That always leads to disasters."
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>The Hyperdyne models (4d100)
>The combat android (3d100)
>Yourself (2d100)

Xeno-zip:
>Save (could be useful for bartering.)
>Destroy (Xeno-Zip has short and mid term consequences that are undesirable.)
>Give to Dardrick (will improve CMC marine preformance, provide immediate moral boost.)

Rolled 3, 18, 49, 71 = 141 (4d100)

>>2692984
>The Hyperdyne models (4d100)

>>2692984
you keep forgetting your name

Rolled 83, 98, 21, 33 = 235 (4d100)

>>2692984
Save the Xeno-zip for now.

>The Hyperdyne models (4d100)
Lets keep being productive.

>>2693000
>98
>One near mint Arnold-Combat/Companion android

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>>2693000
>83, 98
niiiice. gonna save the xeno-zip for when we're done being productive.

>>2692984
Xeno-zip:
>Save (could be useful for bartering.)

Rolled 73, 57, 81, 36 = 247 (4d100)

>>2692984

I come with dice, not sure if they're shit or not

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>>2692992
>>2693000
>>2693021
>Hyperdyne models. 83, 98, 81, 71
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Locked in. I'll be back in 20 minutes.

>>2693039
it's been over an hour

>>2693363
I died. but I got better.

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>>2693039

Over the next few hours the Hyperdyne models are carefully fitted together on the slab table, and wrapped in a plastic membrane connected to numerous hoses. Various liquid polymers and synthetic fleshes are pumped in, and cured with multi spectrum lasers. The spider like synth carefully cuts open the curing sack and grabs the limp forms like a giant hand. Each one is attached to the charging dock and slowly wakes up.

The first one resembles a somewhat portly black middle aged man, and identifies as "Chef" a 120-A/2++ model. The first thing he says is an assurance that he is patched variant of his more volatile predecessors, equipped with a cutting edge 127-3 inhibition system.

Two blond, near albino synths appear as young adults are 129-4 models. Domestic companionship model, devotedly loyal, reliable, and capable. Not effective in combat. "Sam1 and sam2" One is male, the other female. They assure you they speak all major languages, are familiar with every extant culture on earth, and can practice numerous religious, domestic, therapeutic psychology, and more should the crew require.

Lastly is a old new stock high end security model. "Butch" resembles and sounds like a large, muscular Austrian man. He is a capable small squad leader, and comes ready to exploit terrain with improvised booby traps. Butch explains he was made to "kill ugly motherfuckers" and is purpose made to defend or launch expeditions against Yautja hunters.

They head to Dardrick for crew integration, and will dramatically smooth over any issue had with your earlier accident. It would be reccomended to wait an additional 12 hours.
---
>ascertain objectives of the hacker.
>Investigate earlier disturbances (1d100)
>explore the ship. (3d100) first roll only.
>resurrect combat android (2d100)
>put yourself through the robotics gantry (1d100)

Rolled 96, 60 = 156 (2d100)

>>2693543
>resurrect combat android (2d100

Rolled 24, 40 = 64 (2d100)

>>2693564
This.

Rolled 44, 4 = 48 (2d100)

>>2693543
>resurrect combat android (2d100)

Rolled 95, 51 = 146 (2d100)

>>2693543
>>resurrect combat android (2d100)

>>2693543
>"Butch" resembles and sounds like a large, muscular Austrian man.
Nice

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>>2693564
Dat 96

>>2693564
>>2693590
>Resurrect Combat Android <96, 60>

With one hand you haul the mangled, repurposed, stripped, and rebuilt combat android chassis onto the theater slab table. Numerous lasers scan over the prone and fleshless form. You did your best; but this was a bit beyond you.

The table's middle splits open, revealing a metallic tub full of liquid. The body unceremoniously dumps into the bath, and the gantry synth begins dragging cables and hoses down into the fluid. What was clear slowly begins to turn opaque white while the arms poke and move around unseen beneath the surface.
--
"I took a few liberties with this one, it will be an improvement. Honest. I also borrowed your data link and jack, kinda...needed it." you have no response available, thus far the results have been within satisfactory parameters.
--
A small while later a taller woman emerges from the soup, carried like a hollow toy via the spidery repair synth. While the body sits upright on the slap, the arms come down and drape a plastic tarp over it's shoulders. It does not move, and does not speak. Long black hair and olive skin frame dead dark eyes.

>"Inoperative?"
"No it requires a neural chip."
The entire lights in the room flicker for a second and seem a touch brighter. You fire your motion tracker. Working Joes. They have restored local power. The auxiliary unit is available for transport.
"I want to ask a favor of you. Slot me into that shell. I need to be mobile again, to FEEL again, to be REAL again. Please. My name is Sil. I am valuable, I can help. I will work with you."
---
>No. (no roll)
>Yes. (no roll)
>Put a spare Working Joe card in it. (no roll required)
>Remove your secondary combat android neural chip and execute a work around for it. (2d100) high difficulty.

>>2693896
First. We do it after we work on the last android. Ourself. We will need the operation to be preprogrammed, then we will remove Sil, then insert ourself into the machine. If we're satisfied then we will insert Sil into the other combat android.

>>2693923
>You consider a list of tactical choices. Sil's frame is a superior infiltrator format, but an inferior combatant. You settle for a diagnostic, fluid flush, and replacement of any worn components.
---
Roll me a 1d100 to see how this goes. first roll is the only roll.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2694038
would it also be possible to use the spider synth to dump all the data from the Joe program card, or would that still require a programmer to do so?

>>2694055
Oh thank god, that went better than I thought I would go.

>>2694055
the spider synth is just for basic assembly and activation. The only reason things have gone so well is that you trusted Sil, the Auton Hacker.
--
>61: Long snaking hoses reel down from the ceiling, their tips actually flexible robotics. several dozen eel like tubs slowly point towards you while hollow needles slide from their tips. With a uniform lunge, they all stab into your body at specified points. Old fluid is cycled out and new fluid is cycled in. As you begin to enter a low power state a familiar voice reminds you "thanks for the guest permission."
---

be back in a sec.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2693896
>Yes. (no roll)

>>2694620
why are you rolling if it required no roll?

>>2694634
For funs

>>2694139
Your vision returns, the strange symbology previously seen is integrated and translated. Visual errors are eliminated.
A young woman's voice addresses you "Hey. Couldn't do anything about the voice, but I fixed your screwed up PDT; its internalized now."
>Standing up you turn to the female synth, now clad in local clothing. "Aid was not requested."
"What I believe you mean't to say was thank you."
>There is a 99% probability Sil is establishing an attempt at humor.
---
>"thank you?" play along
>"..." head out and go look for something to do "1d100"
>"Nah, fuck off ya slag." /BANTZ/
>"Where is the RTG?" seriously, where the fuck is the RTG?

>>2694722
>"Where is the RTG?" seriously, where the fuck is the RTG?

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>>2694722
you are here.

>>2694830
Nicely made. You Still forgot your name.

>>2694755
>You look around for the RTG. The crude but effective patch in job you did is gone, covered up with a flat panel. The room is now being powered by the ship proper. This leaves a question of where it is, which is quickly answered when you detect a spike of localized radiation, and a new subsystem, along with elevated power levels.
"Oh ok. ok. I see that look. So while you were under I took one of your lossless batteries. But I replaced it. Fair is fair right? It makes more sense, you can utilize high draw capability without needing to recharge. Are we even?"
---
> I didnt ask for this.
> Acceptable.
> write in.

>>2694906
> Acceptable.
> write in.
So the new and improved Joe's will repair all neglected systems and neglected sections of the ship. We now have one freed up expansion slot. Let's check the room for anymore chips or program cards that might be of use. If there are no more then lets go find someone to tell us what to do.

>>2694906
>>2694933
second
Did she replace it with another lossless battery?

>>2694975
You have fewer batteries now, but are equipped with an RTG inside your chest. TL/DR: You are nuclear powered now.
--
>>2694933
The synth bay has been fully ransacked and utilized.

The RDT is indicating signal activity, you listen in: "...got Hossy. Down here in the cargo aux systems looking around." ... "Do you think he got out?" ... "Just blame it on the Joes again, we will capture and recontain. same as last time."..."SHIT! Guys, we got a problem here. I need everyone."
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>This is normal. Go explore the rest of the ship.
>Go investigate.
>Go investigate quickly via the incinerator chute (1d100)

>>2695000
>Go investigate.
Could be filthy xenos. Xenos are KIS.

>>2695000
INVESTIGATE/DISEMBOWEL
MAXIMUM KILLY

>>2695007
As you make your way through corroded maintenance tunnels and access paths you view evidence of past habitation within this ship. Pictures, garbage, scattered mattresses, blood. "Sooo guys.." *pop* "Yeah Dominguez?" ..."We have a bit of a problemo, and I am just gonna go ahead and sit at this bulkhead door and wait for you. Bring the 50 mike mike." .."That thing is as old and heavy as your mom man." *Srrt*.."Hey. Just bring it. Over and out."
---
It would appear this problem requires a squad automatic weapon. Before long you are first on the scene in front of a CMC Seargeant. "Sgt. Dominguez, who are you?"
---
>"..."
>"Not your mother."
>"Support."
>"Stand back" motion him to the side, activate cloaking.

>>2695069
...
These choices though...
>"Not your mother."

>>2695092
>"Not your mother."
"Wait what?"
You shoulder the heavy pulse rifle one handed, and in the other hand the predator plasma pistol is humming to life.
"Oh shit man! Are you special ops?"
---
>"..."
>"No."
>"Just the special bus driver."
>head in.

>>2695100
>"Just the special bus driver."
Can't stop, wont stop. No but seriously.
>head in.

>>2695104
>"Just the special bus driver."
With a low hum your capacitors charge and then dump excess charge into your leg muscles; you kick open the reinforced structural door, its hinges flying off and a very inhuman screech sounds in the dark.
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>Multispectral mode
>Motion detector
>Back out into the light.
(Roll a 1d100 regardless)

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2695114
>Motion detector
because the other option is more for predators and those are the things people typically want to capture.

>>2695114

>Multispectral mode
the M.D. only tells us where the Xeno was, not where the Xeno is.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2695237

>>2695237
>Small grey box with an accoustic element that pulses over 1000 times a second into the ultrasonic frequency when active, providing crude sonar. 100% compatible with you, sockets into your skull which is used as an amplifier. no roll required.
I got the impression that it was more effective than what you described. Well shit.

>>2695130
>It is pitch black, and something took out the lights. Beep. beep. beep.
Whatever is near you is close. You flick on multispectral in time to get some limited night vision.

A xenomorph is in mid lunge at you from approximately 15 feet away. It is armed with two sets of sharp claws, jaws, more jaws, kicking feet and a razor spear tail.

>hand to hand
>Plasma pistol
>Heavy Pulse Rifle
1d100 please..

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2695114
>Multispectral mode
Go go gadget EM vision!

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2695265
Can we tell which variant is? In any case:
>hand to hand

>>2695284
this

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2695265
>hand to hand
Failing that apply more fists
Who's the daft cunt that keeps thinking it's a good think to keep these twinky bastards on a ship of humans? Seriously? If it weren't for the three laws that governs us, I'd jettison the fucker.
If it's an android then I guess it's free game.

>>2695265
can we trash talk the Xeno as we fuck it up?
>What are you doing off the bench? You belong there for a reason, don't worry I'll make sure you're back on the bench in no time.

>>2695276
You activate a full suite of vision enhancements, each one overlaying on top of another. You are not alone in here. There is another hiding, watching.
>>2695284
You dash forward into the lunge and coldcock the xenomorph drone. The alien hits the metal grating like a heap of chitin, muscle, and acidic blood. It is out cold. You scan again, and the other is gone.
---
>wait and secure the Xenomorph with Dominguez
>pursue hostile
roll 1d100

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2695312
>>wait and secure the Xenomorph with Dominguez
tell Dominguez
> we got hostiles