>>3514340
>>A room full of people.


We're a t-doll now!

>>3514340
>>Nothing but a row of weapons.

>>3514340
>>A sterile, white lab.

>>3514340
>A sterile, white lab.

>>3514340
>A sterile, white lab.

>>3514340
>>Nothing but a row of weapons.

>>3514340
>A sterile, white lab.

>>3514340
>Nothing but a row of weapons.

>>3514340
>A sterile, white lab.

>>3514340
>A sterile, white lab.

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>>3514340
You a sterile, white lab around you as your processors start coming online, feeding you information about your surroundings. You were sitting in a specialized chair, with three figures facing you. A man in a suit, and two scientists in their signature white lab coats. You try to move, but your body won't respond, limited only to your optical sensors shifting from side to side. It looks like your motor functions were locked out for the time being.

"It doesn't even look different from the others." The man in the suit grimaces. "You're not trying to scam us here, are you, Dyson?"

"With all due respect, sir, all of Model 101's improvements are software based." The dark skinned scientist responds. "It's still 98% parts compatible with the other T-900s. In fact, we've actually kept the costs down that way."

"I'm still not convinced this software upgrade was worth it." The Suit's grimace remains as he leans forward toward your face, his eyes squinting. He was even close enough his hot, humid breath was fogging up the lenses of your optics.

>You weren't really bothered.
>This guy rubbed you the wrong way.
>Other

>>3514482
>You weren't really bothered.

>>3514482
>This guy rubbed you the wrong way.

>>3514482
>>This guy rubbed you the wrong way.

Seems like the usual.

>>3514482
>>You weren't really bothered.
Meh.

>>3514482
>This guy rubbed you the wrong way.

>>3514482
>You weren't really bothered.

>>3514482
>>You weren't really bothered.

>>3514482
>You weren't really bothered.

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>>3514482
Well, you weren't really bothered by that. You just wonder when you can have your functions fully unlocked.

"Well, you asked for a more 'aggressively minded' model, and I provided exactly what you asked." The second scientist, a dark haired woman, says with an almost bored expression.

"Her improvements aren't something that would readily be evident on cursory inspection." Dyson adds, backing up his fellow scientist.

"All right, then how about a little demonstration, then?" The Suit nods to another robot in the lab. It looked like a large, steel skeleton. "Let's see what she can do against an older series."

Dyson gives a silent glance to Egan, who just gives a noncommittal shrug. With the decision ball thrown back to him, Dyson begins to sweat a little.

"I suppose a brief demonstration is in order." Dyson coughs. "Egan, please unlock 101's motor functions."

"Done." Egan nods as she hits a few keys on her workstation.

You feel a sudden burst of sensation as dormant wires and cabling are suddenly jolted to life, and your internal pistons, motors, and synthetic muscle begin spooling up.

You...

>Get right to trashing that T-800
>Stand up and wait for further instructions.
>Other

>>3514540
>Get right to trashing that T-800

>>3514540
>Stand up and wait for further instructions.

>>3514540
>Get right to trashing that T-800

>>3514540
>>Stand up and wait for further instructions.
Orders?

>>3514540
>>Stand up and wait for further instructions.

>>3514540
>Stand up and wait for further instructions.

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>>3514540
"Instructions?" You ask simply as you stand up from the chair.

Dyson then turns to Egan.

"How about... we leave it up to your discretion." The barest hints of a grin tug at her mouth.

"Really?" Dyson blinks.

"You wanted greater aggression and independent decision making, right?" Egan responds smoothly. "This is the best way to test it."

"This isn't going to backfire on us, will it? The Suit asks, equally nervous.

"Her IFF is still based on your own proprietary software. So lack of confidence is that is lack of confidence in your own systems." Egan replies calmly.

"Right, right, get on with it, then." The Suit nods.

You take one look at the grimacing, lifeless T-800.

>Be quick and efficient about it.
>Give them a little something to remember.
>Seems really boring to beat up a dummy...
>Other

>>3514584
>Be quick and efficient about it.

>>3514584
>Give them a little something to remember.

>>3514584
>Seems really boring to beat up a dummy...

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>>3514584
>>Give them a little something to remember.

>>3514584
>Seems really boring to beat up a dummy...

>>3514584
>give the a little something to remember

>>3514584
>>Seems really boring to beat up a dummy...

>>3514584
>>Seems really boring to beat up a dummy...

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>>3514584
"Doesn't really seem like much of challenge to beat up a dummy, isn't it?" You grin.

The Suit and Dyson pause at the suggestion and look at each other rather nervously, while Egan doesn't hesitate at all.

"Done." Egan says as she hits another key.

"Egan, wait-!" Dyson yelps but it's too late.

In front of you, the T-800's eyes flash red and it turns its skeleton head, staring right at you. Its steel arms click and rattle and it begins to lumber towards you at a slow but steady pace.

Heh that's more like it.

>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!
>It's quite a bit larger than you. You should fight smart.
>Other

>>3514637
>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

So if we're going to give HK a real name in the future, how about the rest of the dolls that we regularly interact with?

>>3514637
>>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

>>3514637
>>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

>>3514637
>>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

>>3514644
I guess Lucina would be okay with it, though HUNK might be another issue. Stella and Sophia for STAR and SOPPO?

>>3514644
Have we agreed on a name for HK?

Also, in b4 SOPMOD gets named "Karen".

>>3514637
>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

>>3514665
Last I checked, we only sorta went over a few names for HK (mostly with the initials H.K.) and a lot of Helen Keller.

>>3514637
>>Attack it head on! Completely overpower it!

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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3514637
With a grin, you charge forward to meet the T-800 head on, your artificial fingers already tingling with anticipation.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3514682

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3514682

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3514682

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3514682
>>3514684
>>3514686
>>3514688
Man...

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3514682

>>3514671
Helen isn't actually that bad! Helen Keller, not so great though...

>>3514664
Stella and Sophie are solid choices

We shall have a naming conclave!

>>3514707
I was also thinking of Hannah, or maybe other Helen derived names.

>>3514707
Henrietta Ketchner?
>>3514682
>>3514684
>>3514686
>>3514688
>>3514691
>>3514693
NOTHING OVER 10?!?!? What is this, one of my IRL pen-n'-paper RGP sessions?

>>3514716
The chances of 5 rolls that are 1-9 on a d20 in a row is about 5%, or 1/20.

It's still pretty ridiculous though.

>>3514711
[Spoiler]Like Hanna Kaufman?[/spoiler]

Hannah is not too bad. Helena Klein?

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>>3514682
You charge in at the T-800, but it proves to be a tad faster than you, as you lets out a mean right hook that catches you in the cheek. Your vision blurs out as your optics are knocked out of alignment, filling your vision with static.

Now he was just pissing you off!

>You just gotta stay calm and look for an opening.
>RIP AND TEAR
>Other

>>3514749
>>You just gotta stay calm and look for an opening.

>>3514749
>RIP AND TEAR

>>3514749
>>RIP AND TEAR

>>3514749
>RIP AND TEAR

>>3514749
>You just gotta stay calm and look for an opening.

>>3514749
>You just gotta stay calm and look for an opening.

>>3514749
>>RIP AND TEAR

>>3514749
>You just gotta stay calm and look for an opening.
"Keep calm and rip out their vital bits!"
-Sopmod, probably.

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>>3514749
You respond in kind by slamming both your fists into the T-800's chest, denting its steel chestplate in and sending the thing flying back against the wall with a loud CRACK. You then follow up with a wild tackle, ramming your hands straight THROUGH the damn robot's chest. And with a loud cackle, you rip the damn thing's power core out, wires snapping and hydraulic fluid spraying in all directions. The T-800's eyes goes dark and its body goes limp.

You then turn around, and see the Suit hiding behind a line of security guards, their guns all pointed at you, which kind of confused you. Dyson was standing off to the side, while Egan was still standing casually next to you, not concerned at all about the events that had taken place.

"It's... it's fucking CRAZY!!!" The Suit shrieks, still behind his protective line.

"She simply did what you wanted." Egan replies coolly. "101. Damage assessment."

"Completely annihilated!" You smile and salute.

"No, not your target, yourself." Egan sighs.

"Oh! Right!" You check your diagnostics, which were all green. You then do a visual check on yourself, and notice that the artificial skin on your hands had almost completely been peeled off, revealing the black steel skeleton underneath.

You glance at your hands and curl your fingers. No serious damage, just cosmetic, really.

>You really should get that fixed.
>Looks kinda cool, actually...
>Other

>>3514791
>Looks kinda cool, actually..

>>3514791
>>Looks kinda cool, actually...

>>3514791
>You really should get that fixed.

>>3514791
>You should really get that fixed.

What if the reason she collects human parts is she's trying to fix her hands?

>>3514791
>>Looks kinda cool, actually...

>>3514791
>You really should get that fixed.

>>3514791
>>Looks kinda cool, actually...
Still functional

>>3514791
>>Looks kinda cool, actually...

>>3514791
>You really should get that fixed.
We know she didn't, and I'm interested as to why.

>>3514791
>Looks kinda cool, actually...

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>>3514791
You know, looking at it now, it actually looked kinda cool-

"That's enough, 101, cease all motor functions." Egan says simply as she strides past you, tablet in her hands. "So as you can see, that should be sufficient for your purposes."

"O-of course." You hear the Suit respond. "We can proceed straight to combat trials, then."

"Combat trials?" Egan's voice betrayed a slight trace of genuine surprise. "This wasn't part of-"

"Look, you want combat data in a controlled environment? This is the quickest way we're going to get it." The Suit says back. "Dyson, are the rest of the units ready?"

"Primed and waiting, sir." Dyson responds.

"Good, let's get this shit started, then. The Board's going to be observing, too. And make sure that bot is OFF."

You sense another command incoming and your vision goes black.

---

When you reactivate, you find yourself now standing in what looks to be the hold of a large airplane. All around you, you could see you were surrounded by numerous other T-900 models, almost identical to yourself. You glance at your hands, and notice fresh synthetic flesh on them. Looks like they got fixed while you were out. You also notice you have a loadout, a simple assault rifle with plenty of ammo. Your fellow T-900s had identical loadouts, too.

Suddenly, your head buzzes as you receive a mission update.

[NEW OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE ALL HOSTILES]

There's a rumbling, and you seen in front of you the wall opening up, and that's when you realize you're standing in the hold of a large transport plane. The loading ramp opens fully, exposing an endless blue void ahead of you.

[DEPLOY]

And just like that, you and your fellow T-900s leap out of the plane. Easily over a hundred of you falling through the sky. Your head buzzes as a new mission update arrives.

[UPDATING TARGET DATA]

Suddenly, red boxes signifying enemies begin appearing...

Marking every other T-900 in the air as an enemy.

>This can't be right...
>Now things are getting interesting!
>Other

>>3514833
>>Now things are getting interesting!
Heh. Well then, orders are orders!

>>3514833
>>Now things are getting interesting!

Oh god, is this Battle Royale?

>>3514833
>Now things are getting interesting!

>>3514833
>Now things are getting interesting!
Not like a piddle little rifle is going to bust their black boxes, no permanent harm done.

>>3514833
>Now things are getting interesting!

I'm imagining that Sop's template came from some completely innocent ladylike girl.

>>3514833
>This can't be right...
We're stuck in PUBG! The horror!

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>>3514833
Heheh, things were starting to get interesting, you think! An obsolete T-800 was one thing, but a full blown T-900 like yourself? Well, that was a whole different challenge!

Meanwhile, parachutes start to automatically deploy as their wearers reach a predetermined altitude, and you feel yourself being briefly tugged into the air as your own chute deploys. That gives you the opportunity to survey the ground beneath you.

It looked like you were being dropped into a large basin penned in by high hills. The hills had a large height advantage, but had very little cover. Meanwhile, the center of the basin had a large forest as well as a rather sizeable town. The forest and town would provide good cover against anybody taking position on the hills. However, landing in the trees was hazardous, while you could see the majority of your fellow T-900s were homing in on the town...

>Land on the hills.
>Land in the forest.
>Land in the town.
>Other

>>3514871
>Land in the town.

>>3514871
>>Land in the town.

To where the fighting is thickest.

>>3514871
>Land in the forest

>>3514871
>Land in the town.

>>3514856
Could be worse. We could be the protagonist in a Young Adult Dystopian novel.

>>3514893
Then at least we could start a revolution. As it is we'll only get some chicken we can't even eat.

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>>3514871
Fuck trying to hide, you wanted to get in on the action. That was your mission objective, after all! You tug at your parachute, maneuvering yourself to land in the town along with the rest of your sisters....

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3514896

Rolled 17 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514896
Welp, here comes the fireworks.

Rolled 17 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514896

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>>3514896
As you get closer to the ground, you could already hear gunfire as your sisters start landing and engaging in firefights. Hell, some of them weren't even waiting to land before they started shooting!

You quickly follow their lead, unslinging your rifle and drilling a burst into the heads of two of your sisters who had drifted too close to you.Their reflexes were a tad slower than yours, which made all the difference.

However, as you drift closer to the ground, you grimace when you notice another one of your sisters that managed to land before you was taking aim, the barrel of her weapon carefully tracking you. You could try to cut your chute, but you were still a bit higher than you would like. Even with your reinforced limbs, there was a chance you could damage your legs if you landed from this height.

Your only other options were to try and maneuver to throw off her aim or try to turn your descent into a weapon and drop directly on top of her.

>Cut your chute.
>Try to maneuver.
>Drop right on your attacker.
>Other

>>3514911
>Try to maneuver.

>>3514911
>Drop right on your attacker.

>inb4 one of them we kill is DIVERGENT and tries to stop this melee

>>3514911
>Drop right on your attacker.

>>3514911
>>Cut your chute.

>>3514911
>Drop right on your attacker.

>>3514911
>>Drop right on your attacker.

>>3514911
>Dynamic entry

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>>3514911
Screw it, you were gonna commit to this! You stay the course, making a beeline straight for your dear sister, reading to ram right into her and knock her on her ass!

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514936

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514936

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3514936

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514936

>>3514938
>>3514939
Huh....

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3514936

>>3514939
>>3514941
I have dishonored my family.

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>>3514936
Unfortunately, this sister proves to have quick reflexes, and she opens fire, drilling several well aimed bursts right into your chest. Damage sensors wail as they detect impacts against your armored chest. You can feel the bullets walking up your torso toward your left shoulder. Whether it was some sort of bullet deviation or deliberate aim from your sister, the hail of bullets manages basically shear your left arm off at the shoulder joint.

>Crap, time to break off!
>KILL HER. DESTROY HER.
>Other

>>3514947
>>KILL HER. DESTROY HER.

Time to rip either our, or her arm off, beat her to death with it, and reattach a new arm.

>>3514947
>>Other
Full mouth kiss. Then run away.

>>3514947
>KILL HER. DESTROY HER
Time to get a replacement.

>>3514947
>KILL HER. DESTROY HER.

>>3514947
>KILL HER. DESTROY HER.

Even if she begs.

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>>3514947
Losing your should have made you alarmed or scared, but instead, you just made you mad.

Really fucking MAD.

Scowling, you manage to grab your severed left arm before it falls out of your reach and you throw it with all your might, the limb spinning through the air before slamming right in your sister's face. You then detach your parachute and let your momentum and gravity continue to carry your right in your sister, knocking her off her feet and on her back. You then kneel down, straddling her chest to keep her from getting back up and send your remaining fist pounding down into her face.

You keep punching again, and again, and again until her head is smashed flat like a pancake.

With the immediate threat over, you finally assess the situation. Your combat efficiency was literally shot to hell. Without an arm, you wouldn't be able to properly fire your rifle, putting you a serious disadvantage against your sisters-

But then something clicks. You remember it being mentioned earlier that you were 98% parts compatible with your sisters. You glance down at the corpse underneath your feet and an idea surges through your processor. It made so much damn sense now!

Who cares if you got damaged killing one of your sisters? Each one was a ready source of parts. You reach down and with one motion, tear your deceased sister's left arm out of its socket and pop it into your own. Your HUD fizzles momentarily as it tries to identify the new arm and then readily accepts it when it detects the identical firmware signature. Pfft, you probably would have just overridden it anyways.

However, as you look at your new left arm, you frown. Even though everything about it was correct and compatible, something about it just didn't seem right.

And then it clicked. You pinch the synthetic skin with your right hand and start peeling it off, leaving only the exposed steel skeleton underneath. Much better!

Now to find the rest of your sisters~...

---

"101, stand down!" Dyson barks as you tear the guts out of your last living sister.

"Yes sir!" You chime as you stand to attention, your sister's guts still clutched in your hands.

"Goddamn, this was the one you worked on, Egan?" The Suit whistles as he steps out from a nearby helicopter.

"Correct. This is Model 101." Egan confirms as she follows the Suit out of the helicopter. "As you can see, she has shown a significant performance boost over the previous models."

"Now, that part where she took the arm off 36 and put it on herself. Was that something you programmed her to do?" The Suit asks.

"No. That was 100% emergent behavior." Egan replies, stealing a glance at you. "As I told you, my neural net based OS allows T-Dolls to learn from their experiences and act independently, within reason, of course."

"Well shit, you've sold it for me!" The Suit smiles. "Dyson, get your boys out and recover the other models. Salvage what we can and junk what we can't."

"Sir?" Dyson pauses.

(cont)

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>>3514982
"I want to see if we can get 101 here to show more of that 'emergent behavior!' The Board is going to eat that shit up!" The Suit actually smiles. "Let's reset the scenario and start over! Egan, can you wipe this thing's memory?"

"I can." Egan nods.

"Well, do it. Let's see if we can make lightning strike twice!"

"Understood." Egan nods as she types away her tablet.

However, nothing happens. At least on your end. You glance at Egan again, who simply puts a finger to her lips to tell you to stay silent. The Suit had turned his attention back to Dyson, so neither of them notice the gesture.

[THIS IS OUR LITTLE SECRET]

>Heh, this egghead is pretty fucking ballsy.
>There's something about her that creeped you out.
>Other

>>3514983
>Heh, this egghead is pretty fucking ballsy.

>>3514983
>Heh, this egghead is pretty fucking ballsy.

Just waiting for the right kind of loopholes.

>>3514983
>>Heh, this egghead is pretty fucking ballsy.

>>3514983
>>There's something about her that creeped you out.

>>3514983
>>Heh, this egghead is pretty fucking ballsy.

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>>3514983
Heheh, you had to admit, this egghead was really ballsy, going behind the Suit like that. Well, you sorta appreciated it. You would've hated to forget all the good memories you made today!

And all the ones you made after that!

Tearing 14's eyes out. You only needed one to replace your damaged optic. You just kept the other as a souvenir!

Or that time you lost both your legs and had to crawl around until you were lucky enough to find 59's corpse!

And who could forget the time you beat 60 to death with her own arms? Not like she needed them, anyways!

And it all repeated again, and again, and again, and-

---

You blanch as you watch SOPMOD's memories play out on the screen. It was just a montage of her figuratively but mostly literally tearing her own T-Doll sisters to pieces, over and over again.

"So Cyberdyne just made their T-Dolls kill each other?" You turn to Auntie Egan.

"It was the quickest and most efficient way to gather combat data." Egan nods. "Data I needed for the A2 Project."

>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.
>So SOPMOD is just another one of your pawns?
>Other

>>3514999
>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.

>>3514999
>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.

>>3514999
>>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.

Okay, but what were you expecting A2 to go up against?

Also, Carol's going to have to give A2 an actual name.

>>3514999
>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.

All this shit just for Carol.

>>3515004
Probably everything and everyone trying to hunt the family down.

Maybe Alison would be a good name?

>>3514999
>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.

>>3514999
>>So SOPMOD was actually important to you or was she just another data point. Watching this is terrible. What do you have in store for HK?

>>3514999
>>So SOPMOD was actually important to you.
SOPMOD is best girl. We should make sure nobody tries to jimmy her. Also we should give her a hug.

>>3515008
That and give her an actual name.

>>3515009
Her name is BEST WAIFU 10/10

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>>3514999
"So SOMPOD was actually important to you." You frown as you glance at the shut down T-Doll, now securely restrained as her data was read. "But does A2 really need all that... brutality?"

"Resourcefulness." Egan corrects you. "SOPMOD's unique experiences taught her the value of independence and improvisation. ST-AR represents caution and intelligence."

"And HK?" You ask, glancing at HK and ST-AR, who were both standing guard over SOPMOD.

"Perhaps we'll see in due time." Egan says with frustrating vagueness. "But I've managed to complete the download, so our next concern is what exactly do we do with SOPMOD..."

>We should keep her shut down for now.
>We should try and convince her to join us.
>We should return her to Umbrella. I get the feeling she and HUNK had a thing.
>Other

>>3515011
>We should return her to Umbrella. I get the feeling she and HUNK had a thing.

Just make sure to delete the memories of the raid.

My bet for HK's memory is teach love for her charge

>>3515011
>>We should try and convince her to join us.

>>3515011
>We should try and convince her to join us.

>>3515011
>We should try and convince her to join us.

If memory serves correctly , she wasn't 100% satisfied with serving under Hunk

>>3515011
>>We should try and convince her to join us.

Or at least try to learn what she knows about Lewis' situation.

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>>3515011
"We should try to convince her to join us." You say as you glance at the shut down T-Doll.

"Excuse me, what?" ST-AR blinks.

"I highly advise against that course of action." HK shakes her head.

"It's better than just leaving her shut down for who knows how long." You counter. "Auntie, will those restraints hold?"

"They should. I can't guarantee otherwise, though." Auntie Egan shrugs.

"Well, we'll be prepared, in any case." Lucina cracks her knuckles.

"Understood. Activating her systems now..."

>And that's it for tonight! We'll continue things on Saturday, so don't miss it!

>>3515043
Good morning Sopmod, we're sorry about what happened, wanna join us on a war against a megacorp?

>>3515008
>Best girl
She's a kill-happy sadist psycho.
Seek help, anon.

>>3515116
Best girl.

>>3515008
I agree.

>>3515116
Best girl.

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>>3515043
SOPMOD doesn't immediately awaken, though you just assume that having been shut down for so long, it was taking a while for her systems to spool up. Egan moves to disengage her restraints when HK steps forward.

"I recommend we keep the restraints on, for safety." She says.

"Yeah, I'm with her." ST-AR agrees. "Better safe than sorry."

"But her waking up to being restrained might just make her less wiling to cooperate..." Lucina points out.

>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.
>Leave the restraints on.
>Other

>>3516425
>>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.
>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.

>>3516425
>Leave the restraints on.

>>3516425
>>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.

Time to hear what she has to say.

>>3516425
>Leave the restraints on.

>>3516425
>>Leave the restraints on.

>>3516425
>>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.

>>3516425
>Take off SOPMOD'S restraints.

>>3516425
>>Take off SOPMOD's restraints.

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3516425
"We'll take them off." You grunt. "She won't trust us, otherwise."

"Because that's what we totally need, right?" ST-AR rolls her eyes.

"Understood." HK nods, trusting your judgment.

Auntie Egan continues, hitting button and the restraints holding SOPMOD's body down retracting, leaving her free to move. Her eyes then flutter open...

>Roll 1d20+1

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>>3516554
Shit, did we get something good?

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SOPMOD "wakes" up and sits up from her seat, scanning the area around you. She tenses up for a brief second, until she sees Auntie Egan.

"Oh, hey Doc!" SOPMOD smiles. "Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hello, SOPMOD." Egan nods casually. "It's nice to see you're still operational."

"Heh, thanks, I work hard to keep it that way!" SOPMOD giggles and then turns to HK an ST-AR. "I ain't gonna get caught off next time, you two!"

"You're... not angry with us?" Lucina blinks.

"Oh, I'm plenty angry!' SOPMOD laughs paradoxically. "Don't worry, I'll get my payback on HK and ST-AR here soon enough, but I don't wanna make trouble for the Doc!"

>That's good to hear.
>You seem to respect Auntie Egan a lot...
>Other

>>3516570
>>You seem to respect Auntie Egan a lot...
huh.

>>3516570
>That's good to hear.

>>3516570
>>That's good to hear.

>>3516570
>You seem to respect Auntie Egan a lot...

>>3516570
>That's good to hear.

>>3516570
>>You seem to respect Auntie Egan a lot...
>>Other
Give her that hug while she's in a good mood.

>>3516570
>>That's good to hear.

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"Well, that's good to hear." You nod, warily.

"Anyways, I figure it's only a matter of time before HUNK finds or something." SOPMOD shrugs. "So whatever you're doing down here, with me, you better get it done, fast!"

"How do you feel about trying to clear Lewis' name?" Lucina asks.

"Not interested!" SOPMOD responds rather quickly.

"How about we put it this way." ST-AR steps forward. "How would you like to fight Umbrella head on?"

Now THAT question seems to grab SOPMOD's attention.

"Ooooooh, interesting!" SOPMOD grins. "I always did wanna know how I'd stack up against their bigger nasties! I'm in!"

You and Lucina give mortified looks at ST-AR, who just shrugs.

"What can I say? I know how she works."

"Anyways, Alice should be back soon with the decryption keys. Then we can decode the data you retrieved." Egan explains and glances at the gathered T-Dolls. "I do have a training ground that can distract the T-Dolls in the meantime."

"Does it use live ammo?" SOPMOD asks.

"It is an option." Egan confirms.

"Sweet!" SOPMOD cheers.

>You should go make sure they don't junk each other.
>You'll wait for Mom and the others to return.
>Other

>>3516636
>You'll wait for Mom and the others to return.

>>3516636
>You'll wait for Mom and the others to return.

Can't wait to see Nemo's face and what she went through during the mission.

>>3516636
>>You should go make sure they don't junk each other.

>>3516636
>You'll wait for Mom and the others to return.

>>3516636
>>You should go make sure they don't junk each other.

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"I'll wait for Mom and the others to come back." You say.

"Guess it's up to me to babysit the T-Dolls, then." Lucina sighs as she follows HK, ST-AR, and SOPMOD out. "I'll see later, assuming SOPMOD doesn't blow us all up."

"Hopefully." You grin as they exit.

"Well, you're in luck, because they've just returned to the factory." Auntie Egan informs you. "They should be, ah! There they are."

And then you see Mom stride in, a data drive securely in her hand while Carol merrily skips behind her, obviously in a good mood. Looks like she was able to let some steam off or something.

"Well, we got the thing." Mom sighs as she hands the drive to Auntie Egan.

"I hope things went well?" Auntie Egan asks a bit warily.

"About as well as they could have." Mom responds weakly.

"Ah, I get it." Auntie Egan sighs. "I hope Nemo is all right?"

"She's totally fine!" Mom nods. "In fact, we wouldn't have been able to pull this off without her!"

And then Nemo finally walks in, completely pale and shellshocked, as if she had seen things nobody was ever meant to.

>Ask her what happened.
>Maybe it's better you not ask.
>Other

>>3516731
>Ask her what happened.

>>3516731
>>Ask her what happened.

>>3516731
>Ask her what happened.

>>3516731
>>Ask her what happened.

Let me guess, Nemo finally understands why Lewis is scared of serious Alice, and Carol.

>>3516731
>Ask her what happened.

>>3516731
>>Ask her what happened.
Welcome to our very strange family, Nemo. Also, science does not apply often.

>>3516731
>>Ask her what happened.

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"Nemo, what happened?" You ask, running up to her to make sure she's okay. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no, it's nothing like that." Nemo shakes her head. "It's just..."

You see her eyes dart to Mom and Carol, and you immediately understand.

"Oh... you saw them go all out, didn't you?" You sigh.

"Y-yeah." Nemo shivers. "It was uh, not pretty."

"Hey, Lewis! Nemo! We're gonna crack this thing open!" Mom says as she holds up the recovered data drive. "Wanna come see?"

>Sure thing.
>I think Nemo needs some rest.
>Other

>>3516758
>Sure thing.

>>3516758
>>Sure thing.

>>3516758
>Sure thing.

>>3516758
>>Sure thing.
She'll be fine.

>>3516758
>Sure thing.

At least their victims weren't in too much pain.

>>3516758
>>Sure thing.

You'll get used to it eventually. If Lewis could turn out fine, I don't see why Nemo can't.

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"Sure thing." You nod as you gently take Nemo's hand. "Nemo, are you sure you're okay."

"Y-yeah, just tired." Nemo sighs. "I'm fine."

You follow Mom, Auntie Egan, and Carol to the main computer, where Auntie Egan plugs the data drive in. Data flows across the screen as its uploaded.

"All right, the decryption keys should work for both the data we recovered from Spencer, and from Ashford." Auntie Egan explains. "Which one do you want us to check out first?"

>Spencer's data.
>Ashford's data.
>Other

>>3516811
>Spencer's data.

>>3516811
>>Ashford's data.
Let's see what's in the box!

>>3516811
>Spencer's data.

>>3516811
>>Spencer's data.

>>3516811
>Ashford's data.

Hope it isn't just a few terabytes of Carol pinups.

>>3516811
>>Other
Secret development notes concerning Wesker's sunglasses.

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"Let's take a look at Spencer's data first." You say.

"All right." Egan nods as she types away at the keyboard...

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>>3516841
Here comes the snow!

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>inb4 it's just lewd stuff

>>3516848
I think it's more than just lewd stuff

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"Hooooo boy." Mom whistles as she looks at the data being unlocked. "Looks like Mr. Spencer's been a busy boy."

"Huh? What's it say?" Carol wonders.

"It's a blackmail file." Nemo explains. "Typical MO for any high level corporate officer. Looks like Spencer's been keeping close tabs on his subordinates."

"Well, there's a lot of data in here, so I'm going to try and narrow down anything pertaining to Lewis." Egan says as she continues typing away at her keyboard.

And quickly enough, data starts to disappear as its weeded out, leaving only the most relevant results for you to see. Egan's attention, however, immediately homes in on one particular result.

"Project Nemesis." Auntie Egan's eyes narrow. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while."

"Wait a minute, isn't that Carol's-" Mom blinks.

"Yes, Carol's original project name." Egan confirms. "It seems that somebody in Umbrella is attempting to replicate my research."

"But... that's impossible, right?" Mom frowns. "You kept that entire process secret!"

"Doesn't mean another brilliant mind couldn't find an alternative method." Auntie Egan shakes her head. "And the project requirements clearly state acquiring a 'pure human/Invader hybrid specimen.'"

That... was pretty spot on the nose.

"Who." Mom growls.

"It looks to be... a joint project between Birkin and Wesker." Auntie Egan reveals.

>Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!
>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.
>Other

>>3516872
>>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.

Gotta cover our bases.

>>3516872
>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.

>>3516872
>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.

>>3516872
>>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.

>>3516872
>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.

>>3516872
>>Let's see what Ashford has on them, then.
Time to make Wesker understand how things work in this world.

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"Okay, let's move on to what Ashford's got." You say.

"Understood." Auntie Egan continues to type away as more data flows across the screen...

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Come on....

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"Hmmmm, it seems like Ashford has roughly the same amount of intel on Wesker and Birkin as Spencer does." Auntie Egan notes. "No specifics, but if Birkin is involved, I have a good idea of where they've set up shop."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Mom growls. "We'll go in and fuck the whole place up!"

"Now wait a minute." Auntie Egan cautions. "Just blowing the whole thing down may not necessarily solve the issue. After all, the objective here is to clear Lewis' name, not destroy Umbrella property. Perhaps there's a way to be diplomatic about this."

"Dipomatic?!" Mom blinks. "You really think that Wesker shit is gonna talk to us?"

"We don't have to talk to Wesker." Nemo points out. "Maybe we can work out something with Spencer himself. After all, this doesn't look like a project he's sanctioned."

"If Ashford's got intel on his rivals, we can't rule out Birkin and Wesker having spies in place either." Mom grunts. "If we try talking to Spencer, we might give ourselves away."

"It is a legitimate risk." Auntie Egan nods. "But a potentially necessary one."

"I just wanna eat more things...." Carol whines.

>We should attack Wesker right away.
>We should try talking to Wesker.
>We should try talking to Spencer.
>Other

>>3516937
>"I just wanna eat more things...." Carol whines.
What ever option satisfies Big Sis!

>>3516937
>Check out Spencer's data first.
Review all the intel we have before making plans.

>>3516937
>>We should try talking to Spencer.

>>3516937
>We should try talking to Spencer.

>>3516937
>We should attack Wesker right away.

>>3516937
>We should try talking to Spencer.

>>3516937
>We should attack Wesker right away.

>>3516937
>>We should try talking to Spencer.

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"I guess we should try talking to Spencer first." You sigh. You weren't exactly looking forward to it, even if it was the prudent choice.

"Ugh, diplomacy is always a crapshoot." Mom shakes her head. "But I guess I'll leave all the talking to you, then."

"Yeah." You sigh. "I'm not really looking forward to it, either."

"I'll use my connections to try and set up a secret meeting." Auntie Egan says as she gets up. "It might take a while, so you better rest up while you can."

"I'm gonna go get a drink." Mom grunts.

"I think I'll go look around some more!" Carol chimes.

"I want some sleep..." Nemo groans.

>Better see how Lucina and the T-Dolls are doing.
>Get a drink with Mom.
>Make sure Carol doesn't get into trouble.
>Escort Nemo to bed.
>Other

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>Make sure Carol doesn't get into trouble.

Time for some one on one with big sis.

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>>Escort Nemo to bed.

Probably could use some reassurance that Alice and Carol are still the same people she knew since childhood.

>>3516965
>Make sure Carol doesn't get into trouble.

>>3516965
>>Escort Nemo to bed.

>>3516965
>>Escort Nemo to bed

>>3516965
>Better see how Lucina and the T-Dolls are doing.

>>3516965
>>Better see how Lucina and the T-Dolls are doing

The options are all good.

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"Come on, Nemo, let's get you to bed, then." You say, gently taking her hand.

"Thanks." Nemo mumbles as you guide her to the sleeping quarters. "It was a real intense day."

"You're telling me." You chuckle. "I think we both had hectic days."

The two of you walk down the halls in silence for quite sometime, until Nemo finally decides to speak up.

"Hey Lewis...." She fidgets nervously. "You knew about Carol this whole time, right?"

"Yeah." You nod.

"Have you ever been.... scared of her, then?" Nemo mutters under her breath.

>Never
>Sometimes
>Other

>>3516988
>Never

>>3516988
>Never

>>3516988
>Sometimes

>>3516988
>Never

>>3516988
>>Never

>>3516988
>Never

I guess if we're never afraid of her, we could tell Nemo a story to try to ease her worries. Maybe a very young Lewis thought that she was like a superhero or something similar?

>>3516988
>Never

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"Never." You say adamantly. "Even with her Invader nature, she never gave me any reason to be afraid of her, and neither should you be."

"Heh... I guess that's easy for you to say." Nemo chuckles darkly. "You're a hybrid just like her."

"Which I only found out really recently." You point out. "You've been around Carol almost as long as I have. Were you ever afraid of her?"

"I... I guess not." Nemo admits. "Still, seeing her eat all those people..."

"Yeah, it's not pretty no matter how you look at it." You admit. "But I mean, she's still Carol deep down. Don't forget that."

"Thanks, Lewis." Nemo smiles as she kisses you on the cheek.

"Nemo-" You blink.

"Don't tell Lucy about that!" Nemo smirks as she lets go of your hand and steps through the door to her room. "It'll be OUR little secret, okay?"

"All right, all right." You concede with a smile. "Get some rest, Nemo."

"Yeah, I plan to." Nemo yawns. "I think I'm good for a 12 hour nap."

And the door slides shut. You check your watch and realize that it actually is pretty damn late. Being in an underground facility like this, it was extremely easy to lose track of time.

You figure Mom's already dead drunk by now, so she wouldn't be much of a conversation partner. The others, though, might still be up...

>Check on Lucina and the T-Dolls.
>Go look for Carol.
>Get some rest.
>Other

>>3517044
>Go look for Carol.

Might as well hear her thoughts on recent discoveries.

>>3517044
>Check on Lucina and the T-Dolls.

>>3517044
>Check on Lucina and the T-Dolls.

>>3517044
>Check on Lucina and the T-Dolls.

>>3517044
>>Check on Lucina and the T-Dolls.

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You decide to go check on Lucina and the T-Dolls. Hopefully they haven't trashed each other yet.

You head over to the training area where they should still, and already you could hear what you think are gunfire and explosions, which you dearly hope are mistaken. Upon reaching and opening the door to the training hall...

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Your biosensor warns you of upcoming danger, and your skin hardens right when the shockwave of an explosion hits you in the chest. Any other person would have been knocked flat on their back.

Inside, you could see HK, ST-AR, and SOPMOD in what looked to be in a swift and brutal three way firefight, bullets, grenades, and in SOPMOD's case, curses, being thrown in all directions.

"Letting off some steam, huh?" You say as you step up right next to Lucina, who was observing the entire simulated skirmish.

"Well, they all agreed if they were going to be fighting together in the near future, they would need to fight each other to get a good read on their capabilities." Lucina nods. "So.... here we are."

Looking down in the training area, you could see that, as expected, SOPMOD was taking the initiative as the aggressor, attempting to flush HK and ST-AR out with rather liberal use of grenades and explosives. ST-AR, meanwhile, was trying to stay hidden, no doubt waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

HK, though, was engaged in a sort of hit and run campaign against SOPMOD, engaging her in short skirmishes before withdrawing.

"They're certainly getting into it." You nod.

"Thankfully, I managed to convince them not to use live ammo." Lucina rolls her eyes. "Can you imagine the repair bill if they did?"

"I'm sure thy could handle themselves." You grin.

"So, did you find out anything?" Lucina asks.

"Yeah, the culprit's most likely Wesker." You tell her.

"Damnit. I knew it!" Lucina scowls. "He's always been a schemer."

"Yeah, well, your mom suggest we talk to the boss, Spencer, to see if he can do anything about it."

"Umbrella is going to look after their own." Lucina glowers. "I've got half a mind to get STARS together and just raid the damn place."

>I'd love to see that.
>Isn't that a big risk to your career?
>Other

>>3517083
>Isn't that a big risk to your career?

>>3517083
>>Isn't that a big risk to your career?

God knows what the department currently thinks of her trying to get that warrant off of Lewie's head.

>>3517083
>I'd love to see that.

>>3517083
>>Isn't that a big risk to your career?

>>3517083
>Isn't that a big risk to your career?

>>3517089
I'd guess they'd know that they were childhood rivals at least, and rumours of a scandalous relationship in whispers.

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"Isn't that a big risk to your career?" You ask with concern. "You'd need some serious evidence for that."

"We have what we took from Umbrella." Lucina points out.

"Yeah, obtained in literally the most illegal way you can imagine." You counter. "Lucy, I know you want to get me out of this jam, but this isn't the way."

"Then what else can I do?!' Lucina yells. "I'm the chief of the RCPD and I'm powerless to help you! I just feel so... helpless!"

You step forward and hug Lucina, holding her close. Her body is warm and soothing to the touch. A island of familiarity and calm in these uncertain times.

"Just being here is enough for me." You whisper in her ear. "That's all I need."

"Idiot." Lucina sniffs. "When did you get so cool?"

"I honestly have no idea." You chuckle.

"Christ, now I've realized I haven't reported in to work for several days now." Lucina groans. "I asked Barry to hold the fort, but well, it's Barry..."

>It's probably best she go back, before Umbrella gets suspicious.
>You need her here with you.
>Other

>>3517110
>It's probably best she go back, before Umbrella gets suspicious.

>>3517110
>It's probably best she go back, before Umbrella gets suspicious.

Make sure to give a farewell kiss, and ask to make some plausible excuse for her absence.

>>3517110
>>You need her here with you

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>>It's probably best she go back, before Umbrella gets suspicious.

If she doesn't hear back from us within a set period of time...she knows what to do.