>>4614226
>4 - The quarantine zone was the world, and the world was forgotten.
THE LAND OF THE DEAD SHALL BE THE MOST BRIGHTEST NIGHT AS WE FILL IT WITH THE FLASH OF GUNPOWDER AND FIRE!

>>4614226
I choose the opción 2, which is after the three.

>quarantene. Lmao

>>4614226
>2 - It was a graveyard of orbital debris, ships, and derelict stations in orbit around a nameless gas giant.

>>4614226
>- A planetary scrapyard of unwanted material and occasionally people.

>>4614226
>4 - The quarantine zone was the world, and the world was forgotten.
Topical

>>4614326
gotta take care of some stuff, update at the top of the hour. If its a tie I'll flip a 1d2.

>>4614226
>4 - The quarantine zone was the world, and the world was forgotten.

>>4614226
>4 - The quarantine zone was the world, and the world was forgotten.

>>4614226
>4 - The quarantine zone was the world, and the world was forgotten.

>>4614347
>>4614350
>>4614326
>>4614230

Seems the playerbase has a case of badly needed catharsis.
---

Three generations. According to the old manuals, that was how long an occupation force needed to hold a territory to enact a cultural shift. How long had it been since the satellites went dead, the space ports shut down, since the planetary infrastructure fractured and society began it's death throes?
---

1> When? Its happening right now nigga!

2> Two. The old timers remember it, but chaos is all we know now, its been dark out for a long time.

3> Three. We survived, it cost us, but we are rebuilding.
---

ill be back in 15.

>>4614373
> When? Its happening right now nigga!

>>4614373
>3> Three. We survived, it cost us, but we are rebuilding.

>>4614373
>> When? Its happening right now nigga!

>>4614373
>2> Two. The old timers remember it, but chaos is all we know now, its been dark out for a long time.

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>>4614381
>>4614387

It was going down right now. Just three months had passed since the Dominion ships silenced the system. We were a backwater world, but well developed. There was no warning, first the comm network went dead and then any of the ships and orbital infrastructure were shot to hell. Next they lanced our industrial centers and comms locations for a few weeks. After that, there was nothing. A few private craft tried to take off but were taken down by automated defense weaponry, and jammers kept any attempts at comms to a local level.

Things broke down pretty fast. Power is consolidating around major cities and infrastructure. The vertical stack farming has managed to feed a majority of the population for now, but its failing slowly. The thing was, that wasn't the big problem.
---

1. The cure was untested, and then the mutations started happening. I wish it was death, instead they became monsters.

2. It was untested nanotech, in our food and water supplies. It was supposed to be the next phase of humanity; instead it was a nightmare. We're changing, and preying on one another now, most of us to survive, but some of us...thrive in it.

3. The Coof. Without the research labs and pharmaceutical manufacturing plants, we started to die off fast. Isolation worked for a while, but now we need to scavenge to keep things going.

>>4614438
4. The Cure! The Cure was the disease!

>>4614438
>2. It was untested nanotech, in our food and water supplies. It was supposed to be the next phase of humanity; instead it was a nightmare. We're changing, and preying on one another now, most of us to survive, but some of us...thrive in it.
NANO PLAGUE

>>4614438
>2. It was untested nanotech, in our food and water supplies. It was supposed to be the next phase of humanity; instead it was a nightmare. We're changing, and preying on one another now, most of us to survive, but some of us...thrive in it.

>>4614438

2. It was untested nanotech, in our food and water supplies. It was supposed to be the next phase of humanity; instead it was a nightmare. We're changing, and preying on one another now, most of us to survive, but some of us...thrive in it.

At least the nanoviagra gave us large peens before we became monsters

>>4614438
>3. The Coof. Without the research labs and pharmaceutical manufacturing plants, we started to die off fast. Isolation worked for a while, but now we need to scavenge to keep things going.

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>>4614463
>>4614461
>>4614460

Most of us were showing already, unnatural adaptations and subtle changes in our thoughts. Out of control, with no defined path, each instance was unique to the individual. Some of the more radical adaptations were outright fatal. Killed off a lot of us. Sometimes it was implantation of memories or thoughts that weren't ours. You know it's not yours, even when you feel it, like you lived it, but its still alien. Some'a us couldn't deal and ended it. There was a search for a cure, but its looking bad. EMP therapy worked, but we either died, got real sick, or got reinfected just as fast. Some of the bodies actually reactivated...dont like to talk much about that.

Nowdays we are just trying to survive and keep it together, do a daily assessment of where our head is at, if our face is still there.

How about you? Holding up ok?
----

I still remember me...I was:

1.An electromechanic and rig jockey. (start with repair and mechancial knowledge, multi tool and a low end exoskeleton)

2. A student and gig worker. (generalist supreme, has a portable computer, sympathetic AI companion and neural jack. )

3.An enforcer and medic. (general purpose plasma SMG and large field hospital grade trauma backpack)

4. At ground zero, I helped develop it. (has some control over the nanotechnology, both within and without the body.)

>>4614438
>Untested Nanotech

The dominion have abandoned us to this manufactured pestilence. Those afflicted, their bodies have been corrupted by a plague of blood smeared chrome. They watch us, even in the depths of their animalistic madness, constantly testing the barricades, claws of rusted steel pushing from tattered nail beds, jagged fangs of titanium jutting from warped and mishapen skulls. We’re running low on ammunition, even lower on food and medicine. The lights are starting to go out. If you can hear this, seal yourself away as much as you can. Ignore the screams. Ignore the pleas. Ignore whatever they say or whatever you hear. They aren’t your friends anymore, not your family, not your wife or children. They’re gone. Stay safe, stay secure and stay quiet. And make sure you save your last shot for yourself.

Hab Block Epsilon, signing off.

>>4614508
>1.An electromechanic and rig jockey. (start with repair and mechancial knowledge, multi tool and a low end exoskeleton)

Everything synthetic has gone to hell in a handbasket. We are uniquely qualified to deal with the problems this situation brings.

>>4614508
>1.An electromechanic and rig jockey. (start with repair and mechancial knowledge, multi tool and a low end exoskeleton)

>>4614508
>2. A student and gig worker. (generalist supreme, has a portable computer, sympathetic AI companion and neural jack. )
I want to try and see if we could use our knowledge or our AI to hack the nanomachines

>>4614508
>2. A student and gig worker. (generalist supreme, has a portable computer, sympathetic AI companion and neural jack. )

>>4614508
>1.An electromechanic and rig jockey. (start with repair and mechancial knowledge, multi tool and a low end exoskeleton)

AI are gay

>>4614588
I see that you were a real blue collar type. Not too afraid to do hard work, and equipped do it well. A lot of your kind got displaced in the bombardments, but we need any help we can get setting up patchwork to the local infrastructure.

I gotta ask though. How bad as it for you? Also...not to be rude, but none of us know what is under your worker's outfit.
----
>pick one of each.

I am a:

1. Male

2. Female
---
I am:

1. Still pretty young.

2. Had some experience in life.

3. Pushing middle age.
---

The change is:

1. Pretty bad. My thoughts and body are getting fucked up.

2. Still early, the inorganic patches itch.

3. I know I was human.

>>4614630
1,2,3

>>4614630
>1. Male
>1. Still pretty young
> 2. Still early, the inorganic patches itch.

>>4614630
> Female who had some experience in life and their thoughts and body are getting fucked up

>>4614630
>2. Female
1. Still pretty young.
2. Still early, the inorganic patches itch.

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)

>>4614632
>>4614637
>>4614638
>>4614696
tie for male/ female.
tie for life experience/ young.
early stages of infection.

let the dice flips begin.

>>4614805
Carefully pulling down the heavy fireproof cloth of your worker's cowl and hood, you let the speaker get a view of you. He is kindly despite a ruined face. His attempt at a smile is a sickly twitch as flesh moves faster than concrete grey material pockmarked with white lights.

"A man with some seasoning. Not too unexpected to be fair, and welcomed. Won't need to hold your hand then."

He runs a fully infected claw through ropey hair, some of it metallic strands, the others salt and pepper grey.
--
You feel the itch again, the unnatural hunger to scoop handfuls of glass and copper into your mouth. It is ignorable though, and instead focus on the speaker. To your left and right are other survivors, now scavengers for the settlement.

Something that was once a woman, now resembling a statue given life. The past few nights you've been around this team, she hasn't talked. There is a young female student as well, but the changes are wrought pretty deeply into the body and mind, twitches and near inhuman conclusions to questions leave you wondering how much more time she has. Sulking off not to far is a young male, a would be thug covered in gang tattoos with several cybernetic limbs. The nano infection has been busily blurring the line between flesh and synthetic on him...
---
"It looks like you have stock of your surroundings...Sorry I didn't catch your name yet. Granted, maybe you want to tell if you survive this latest errand. We are going to have to abandon this camp, no surprise there. The infected are ramping up attacks at night, so we have to get our crawler operational and the fuck out of here with anything that it will hold. That means your job is to go get the parts from whatever is left of the industrial district. Try and get ready for tonight, with them attacking us here, you should have a straight shot to what you need. Tomorrow we are rolling out, with our without that Crawler."

Camp was a converted stadium; it had been defensible and visible, and also close enough to loot what the city had to offer, but now it was a sea of refugees and an increasingly large target. Equipment and vehicles filled the arena proper, with the massive crawler dominating a lion's share of the space. Already IEDs had blown a hole in the western wall, and the automatic turrets were barely holding up; let alone the ammo shortage.

There is a lot to do.
---
roll 3d100

1>Try and scrounge for some equipment. (benefits yourself)
roll 1d100 (easy pass)
or
2>Shore up the western wall defenses. (protects the camp)
roll 1d100 (easy pass)

and
3>talk to the locals. (might learn something useful)
roll 1d100 (mid pass)

4>Leave early and scout out what you need. (easier time on the mission/ better potential loot)
roll 1d100 (hard pass)
or
5>fucking idiots, you can probably jury rig the crawler to run just fine. (bypass the need to do the mission because this is your class specialty)
roll 1d100 (mid pass)

Rolled 38, 24, 88 = 150 (3d100)

>>4614844
1, 3, 5

Rolled 93, 66, 98 = 257 (3d100)

>>4614844
>2 Shore up the western wall defenses. (protects the camp)
>3 talk to the locals. (might learn something useful)
>5 fucking idiots, you can probably jury rig the crawler to run just fine (bypass the need to do the mission because this is your class specialty)

Rolled 79, 81, 64 = 224 (3d100)

>>4614844
>Try and scrounge for some equipment. (benefits yourself)
>talk to the locals.
>fucking idiots, you can probably jury rig the crawler to run just fine.

>>4615007
>>4615186
(I am a fun gun. I'll only take your high rolls, until I see a one. Then I am going to take that one and fuck you sideways, but now you know the rules to the quest, so sometimes is it better to be greedy or have more votes from the player base?)
93,81,98
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>93
Sparks and welder's light bath you in the late afternoon, the multi tool equipped to your exoskeleton makes quick work of broken gun turrets and static walls. Bits and pieces of detritus from ruins outside the stadium are added to the defenses, and soon any attackers would be faced with a sheer wall of wrecked vehicles and murder holes for the turrets. Looking upon your work and feeling fully satisfied, you chew on the tip of a green leaf candela cigar. A quick blast from the end of your tool's torch lights the foul stick. Yes...quitting was for idiots, and now with the nanotech plague, doesn't seem to matter too damn much.
>98
After a long puff, you spit out a wad of chewing tobacco in a long stream of ichor that rolls down your chin. Yes. The end of the world; here is to old habits. Like Hell if you were gonna go out into the city at night and fucking look for some bullshit OEM parts for a crawler. Fucking thing was built off of common plan equipment and had more in common with a farm ground drone than a personal transport. So it was missing some parts, like the starter was fried. Old diesels can be air started, and thats exactly what you were gonna do. The next few hours into the evening were spent rigging a small combustion engine, a compound of turbochargers and some ductwork to the monstrous main engine of the crawler. A cheap portable fuel can was gravity fed to the new "starter". After that all that was left to do was rip out any form of emissions or safety equipment. Puffing away at your smoke you revved the small engine. The screams and yells were starting now, dark settling in, stirring something in the brains of the infected. "C'mon bitch. Cheech to life. You fucking whore. Turnover." The Diesel eventually groaned as pressurized and heated air forced its pistons up and down, the crank picking up speed. The little starter engine was pegged at it's redline, screaming away as the first few pops of life turned into a throaty roar. Letting it go, the main engine could self sustain now.

The autoturrets were firing off now, you heard claw against the barricade. You were sweaty, and where the nano infection was overtaking your flesh, a thin oily substance leaked out. Fuck. Thank fuck you didn't have to go outside. Shaky hands were braced by an exoskeleton, quickly fishing out a hip flask that ended in a long pull of some cheap rye whiskey.
>81
"That's gonna make you sick mister. Its what Da said!" A group of little kids had been watching as you worked. One of the bolder ones approached you. Overalls and an eye overtaken by the infection, now a compound of glittering lenses. A few of the younger ones had misshapen arms or legs, bodies growing with the change.

>>4615298
A woman about your age herded the children away before you had a chance to think of anything too crude to say. Locking your exoskeleton, you watched the sky turn to pitch black. Without most of the city lights, the stars were visible...it wasn't too bad. The cherry glow of the cigar lit you up long enough for the child with compound eyes to spot you. "Mister! Ma says you fixed up the crawler AND patched up the gun wall. Uncle Jimmy woulda been up on the wall, or out with you looking for parts tonight...I don't got much, but here ya go...its my favorite toy. The Spy!"

A reinforced screen with some buttons on the side is handed to you with a child's enthusiasm before he runs off into the darkness again. Looking the thing over, its a civic master key. How the fuck he had it is beyond you. One part big brother, one part municipal controls. Someone popped the emergency code and unlocked daily encryption requirements when shit hit the fan.

You cycle through the remaining video feeds. Some are calm pictures of local areas, others of people being slaughtered in the streets....the city as a hab was still alive, but it was gonna fall apart without support. On the other hand, there was an old skyport not too far away, with this you might be able to take control of a skyskip and get the fuck outta here. lotta options.
----

>Take the key to the leader.
>Use it to escape via the skyport
>Use it to try and establish communication with the other habs.
>Try and activate the riot walls, quarantine the worst parts of the city and restore order.
>Not your problem. Just stick with the plan and lay low until morning, catch a ride to the bunker.

>>4615338
>Try and activate the riot walls, quarantine the worst parts of the city and restore order.

I don't care about the "restore order" part, but being able to contain and/or herd the crazy infected will be enough of a breather for the not-crazy infected. That should give more room for the plan to work next morning

>>4615338
>Try and activate the riot walls, quarantine the worst parts of the city and restore order.

>>4615338
>>Try and activate the riot walls, quarantine the worst parts of the city and restore order.

>>4615363
https://youtu.be/vAzIuxldPhE <Brigador Complete OST>

A light mist is falling, fighting with the cherry glow of your cigar and washing away the miasma of smoke. You will have to make it to the municipal pacification building. That in itself is a bit of a walk. In times gone past they might have been called police, guards, peacekeepers, or enforcers. Now they are holed up in their fortress with their families and only venture out for supplies. Makes sense they hadn't raised the walls now; they never had the city key. You spit off the rail of the stadium box seats you've claimed as your temporary home. Somewhere down below that loogie hit the top of one of a hundred small tents and campers, mixing in with the coming rain. You made your way down to talk with the local leadership about this...
---
Attempts to radio or otherwise contact the MPB failed, the camp's radios were jammed outside of the immediate area and hard lines had been cut in half by the orbital lances.

"Sorry to do this to ya, considering all that you've done so far, but...gonna have to say it; we need you to make the run. Most of us aren't able, and that exo on your back is more than we got." Truth be told the speaker was just a member of the agri-cast. They just didn't have much beyond the farm equipment and some self defense items. Scatted bouts of gunfire broke the silence as the infected were cut down outside the perimeter of the stadium. "We got a few man portable guns here in the camp....not legal, but I don't think that matters too much now does it? Take a look and grab what you need."

Your Exoskeleton can be exploited to its fullest.
----

1. Plasma SMG (jack of all trades, short-medium range, nothing special and nothing bad, overheating is a problem for sustained burst)

2. crude shield and industrial cutting tool. (it seems you are a madman. A madman who can make entries where there are none.)

3. Double barreled shotgun. (point blank to short range, increased chance of success on low rolls, higher crits, but roll to reload.)

4. Man Portable agricultural flamethrower (it seems you are a madman.)

>>4615535
>4. Man Portable agricultural flamethrower (it seems you are a madman.)

>>4615535
>3. Double barreled shotgun. (point blank to short range, increased chance of success on low rolls, higher crits, but roll to reload.)

>>4615535
>3. Double barreled shotgun. (point blank to short range, increased chance of success on low rolls, higher crits, but roll to reload.)

>>4615535
>2. crude shield and industrial cutting tool. (it seems you are a madman. A madman who can make entries where there are none.)
Powertool on higher levels can be used to cut people. The shield protects us from infected material and can be used to bash because we have power armor.

>>4615578
Or better said exoskeleton.

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>>4615543
You grab a lump of glass reinforced nylon and steel. Next to it is a bandoleer of pouches, each containing shot shells.

x1 double barreled shotgun
<ammo>
x10 low brass shot
x6 low brass slugs
x4 high brass slugs
x4 high brass shot
x2 dragon's breath
------

"Know how to use that?"

1.Yes
2.No

and
How will you get to the MPB?

1. Open streets, pass by a few stores on the way for looting.
2. Use the Master Key to navigate the sewers and get there quietly.
3. Use the narrow walkways above the city to get there quickly.

>>4615637
1.Yes
3. Use the narrow walkways above the city to get there quickly.
Better vantage points

>>4615637
>1.Yes
>3. Use the narrow walkways above the city to get there quickly.

>>4615637
2.No
1. Open streets, pass by a few stores on the way for looting.

>>4615637
>2.No
>>4615637
>1. Open streets, pass by a few stores on the way for looting.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4615642
>>4615658
tie breakers? no. ok.
>>4615642
Truth be told, you've never killed anyone or shot a gun much more than the industrial shotgun for blasting slag off the side of the kilns. Still, it was familiar, and you had a rough idea of the spread of shot.

The speaker shows you how to met wax or anything else into the shot of a shell. It was a poor man's slug.
---

Gained x1 wax slug.
Lost x1 low brass shot.
learned: Wax slugs.

rolling 1d2 for streets/ walkway.

>>4615665
roll me a 4d100 for your walkway adventure. First one is for condition of the walkways, mid 2 are for encounter, and 1 is loot. Low is bad.

Rolled 9, 40, 1, 96 = 146 (4d100)

>>4615667

Rolled 88, 43, 92, 70 = 293 (4d100)

>>4615667
Let's go ladies and gents.

>>4615670
WHY

Rolled 28, 49, 18, 96 = 191 (4d100)

>>4615667

>>4615667

>>4615764
I look upon my field of dice and find that they are barren. Ill go with the current set in 15 minutes.

A reminder to players; you may only roll once, but I allow an unlimited number of players to roll unless otherwise stated.

A 1 will cancel a 100, and vice versa.

Rolled 39, 58, 18, 11 = 126 (4d100)

>>4615667

Rolled 12, 1, 100, 75 = 188 (4d100)

>>4615667
Yeah yeah yeah. I forgot how to roll. here.

>>4615775
>4615775
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FOOL

>>4615783
Horrible, Horrible things.

Rolled 12, 28, 66, 71 = 177 (4d100)

>>4615667
saving this thread

>>4615670 oof.
>>4615672
>>4615680
>>4615773
>>4615775 fucking madman.

The tally is:
88, 1, (92), 96
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Stepping out into the steel and glass walkway, you notice the sky flashing angrily. The Storms were part of the planetary jamming; keeping any word of this from reaching the rest of the system, let alone to the dominion. Some sort of weather control was in place like a terraformer. You absently mindedly ran your hand across scummy glass, surprised it was all still there. Cracked in places, but structurally sound. If the city could be turned around, the skywalks might be a nice place again someday.

the quiet walk was only interrupted by the hissing of your exo and the pitter patter of rain on glass. Below you were the infected, and survivors. To be fair we were all infected, but some of us...lost it. There wasn't much you could do for them from up here, so the walk continued through several buildings and skywalks until you got mid city. That was when it turned to shit.

A pack of infected berserkers, masses of grey flesh and jutting blades were picking up speed and closing in on you. the narrow walkway was another 100 meters of clear space ahead of you. Behind was death.
----

>Stand and deliver! roll 4d100, and pick what shells you are loading. loading, fire, fire, reload. (combat)
>run for it! exo dont fail me now! 1d100 (skip the loot)
>Looks like I'm gonna have to jump! Smash the windows and egress. 1d100 (hard)
>Take down half the skywalk with your multi tool in a most expeditious manner, its only glass and cable. (2d100) the demolition, and the survival.

Rolled 63, 54, 17, 68 = 202 (4d100)

>>4615795
>>Stand and deliver! roll 4d100, and pick what shells you are loading. loading, fire, fire, reload. (combat)

Rolled 42, 65 = 107 (2d100)

>>4615795
>Take down half the skywalk with your multi tool in a most expeditious manner, its only glass and cable. (2d100) the demolition, and the survival.

WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LET'S GGGGOOO. Environmental kills just like MK

Rolled 58, 51 = 109 (2d100)

>>4615795
>>Take down half the skywalk with your multi tool in a most expeditious manner, its only glass and cable. (2d100) the demolition, and the survival.

Rolled 11, 37 = 48 (2d100)

>>4615795
>>Take down half the skywalk with your multi tool in a most expeditious manner, its only glass and cable. (2d100) the demolition, and the survival.

>>4615816
>>4615840
58,65: This was what you were born to do.
---
Panic settles in as you stare down the horde, you wished time was slowing down but it seems to be speeding up. No way in hell is your shotgun going to stop that.

Your exoskeleton whines as you puch out glass, clawing at cables and sawing frantically with your multi tool. The tensions leaves the cables with a supersonic crack, the first ripping through glass and metal, and suddenly the floor beneath your feet is shattering and buckling.
---
>Hold on, try to climb up. (small ofo, but maybe big oof) 2d100
>Try to fall somewhere gracefully. (big oof) 1d100
>Run. Run faster than this half of the skywalk is failing. (hard but no damage) 1d100

Rolled 44, 51 = 95 (2d100)

>>4615974
>>Hold on, try to climb up. (small ofo, but maybe big oof) 2d100

Rolled 10, 32 = 42 (2d100)

>>4615974
>>Hold on, try to climb up. (small ofo, but maybe big oof) 2d100

>>4615995
>44 oof.

The flimsy bridge collapses, sending you slamming into the side of a building, bits of glass tearing through the thick fire resistant coveralls and embedding down below. Impact deadened nerves fail you as your exoskeleton clings on to one of the remaining structural cables.

>51

You come to with blood in your eyes, not too sure how long it has been. With a grunt and a hiss of the suit, you haul yourself up into the shattered entry of the next building. There is glass in you, but trying to pick it out hurts too bad. Its more than stuck. Fuck. You know damn well the infection has grabbed onto the inorganic material, soon each puncture will be a spread of new....whatever the hell it is.

At least your handwork sent the freaks down about 20 stories, they wont be getting back up. You are inside of an office building, not too far from the MPB. This level has an obvious path to the next skywalk, and nearby is an automat. The hermetically sealed food keeps for a while at least.

>Berseker pack defeated
---
>Grab a bite to eat and see about those injuries.
>Just press on.
>write in, any old idea is fine. This is a big office building and a big city.

>>4616028
We need to force out these glass pieces out of us. The risk for infection is too great even if we start bleeding.

>>4616089
>Grab a bite to eat and see about those injuries.

>>4616028
>Grab a bite to eat and see about those injuries.

>>4616028
>Grab a bite to eat and see about those injuries.

>>4616028
>Grab a bite to eat and see about those injuries.

>>4616290
Hungry. Hurt. More than a little dizzy. You follow the still illuminated signs towards the tower's automat.

People had been raiding the place for food for a while, but there were still a few selections left. Probably still some folks hunkered up somewhere in this tower. You grab a few selections and bill it to a debt chit. Well, one of many debt chits. The system was still running, and plenty of dead people didn't need to track societal debt anymore. Shoving the lanyard of chits back into your pocket a meal of split pea and "ham" soup awaits.

It was exactly as good as rehydrated instant soup will be. Salty and fortified with needed nutrients. After getting your fill, you take a bit to look around and find what you were looking for. Its a med kit, already opened but placed back in it's container. Yeah, there are people hiding out here. probably hoping for a return to something normal.

Opening the kit reveals most of it is gone, but the metal instruments, a few trauma plugs, and some bulk antiseptic. after peeling open your coveralls you take stock of the situation. A bunch of little punctures all over your stomach and chest, one nasty rip thats bleeding pretty good, and your arms are chewed up. After a few experimental tugs that are very painful, you realize a majority of the glass isin't going anywhere. Already the tissue around the glass shards is turning glossy and grey, hard to the touch; the infection within you is using it to make something new. Great. Your gratitude towards the nanomachines within you knows no bounds. Its bad enough that the fuckers are trying to absorb your clothes into your skin. Most survivors are fastidious in their change of clothes and washing where they can, less the synthetic fibers start become incorporated into their being.

The worst shard was pulled out of your gut, and a trauma plug was jammed in. The collection of nanotech in the plug was a different species than the infection, but...you suspected you were damned if you did, damned if you didn't. Grabbing a pack of smokes from the automat rounds out the experience and calms your nerves down. After getting dressed back up, you appreciate that the table you were at is a bloody, dirty mess.

>gained x1 trauma plug (this is the outcome of your good loot roll.)
---
roll a 1d100 regardless.
>1. Keep moving through the skywalks towards the MPB
>2. See if you can find the survivors here.
>4. Check the skywalk terminals for other locations.
>3. write in.

>>4616379
>>3. write in.
Assess what are real wounds and what are superficial

>>4616379
>2. See if you can find the survivors here.

>>4616385
You never had much self aid buddy care training as an electromechanic. You fix things, not people. Looking over your wounds, none of them are leaking too bad anymore. The trauma plug took care of the deepest one; that might have hit an organ, but its fine enough now. The infection has changed everyone already, its easier to ignore injuries at least for a time. Bleeding out is still a problem, but the nanomachines are pretty aggressive about infection. pulling your coveralls into place lets you socket back into the exo. Cybernetic ports along your spine accept impulse rods that invade your body from the machine, and soon all is well with the world. You have your second skin back. A quick review shows that the machine has suffered not at all from your recent...excursions. AshigaruScharzkropf Ltd makes good equipment. Probably the best on this planet. Well, their licensed designs that are locally made and arguably inferior to dominion imports...are probably the best available, but lets not mince words.

You realize that you are talking to yourself again. At least it's internal monologue. Right? right.
>>4616388
You wander around for a while in the office building. Its mostly cubicles and other bullshit that doesn't interest you. A few of the meeting rooms are sites of mass suicides, and its not something you wanted to fuck around with. The smell alone is disgusting. Some of them are pretty fresh, but plenty are twisted, the bodies dead but the nanos slowly working their way through the flesh and decay, creating a pile of frozen statues. A few slowly move at a near imperceivable rate, the machines are burning fat and tissue as fuel, but not fast enough to make them a threat.

You wander for another half hour, chasing down some small noise and eventually find a badly infected survivor laying in a pool of tar looking blood. While not likely to die, a change will overtake them in another day, and its never too sure if the mind survives that one in tact.. You could use your last trauma plug to save the individual, or put them down before they turn.
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1. Execute (roll 1d100)
2. Save. Could be useful. (roll 1d100)
3. Walk away. not my problem.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>4616534
>2. Save. Could be useful. (roll 1d100)

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4616534
2. Save. Could be useful. (roll 1d100)

If save fails we can always just kill them anyway.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>4616534
... I was thinking on self preservation but fuck it!! Let's save the poor person
>2. Save. Could be useful. (roll 1d100)

>>4616547
Looking over the individual, you can now make out that it's a male student intern working for whatever company this building housed. The bulky clothing that is prominent in this world's culture usually obscures immediate identifying features. A doctor you are not, flipping the unconscious man over onto his stomach to search for the source of bleeding. A large rent in his back, likely from one of the truly lost infected. Trauma plugs are not a precision art. You jam them in, and if there is enough of you left, they work by emulating or replacing lost critical tissue. Over time the patch needs upkeep or it will break down, so a trip to the med center is in order usually every few years. Nowdays...the nanoculture gets overtaken by the wild infection. Staring down at the youth you mumble. "take what you can get kid." before shoving the plug into the wound site. almost immediately the congealed blood sizzles and the hole fills up with grey foam. Its doing it's thing. You back off, knowing what comes next from seeing enough industrial accidents.

The kid basically jumps up in a panic, trying to talk, trying to do anything. His eyes and mouth were already transformed, grey with pinpoint light at random places. Not feral though, just upset. You kept the shotgun ready all the same. Finally he plugged a cable into the back of his head, running to something similar to your master key. A good enough approximation of a male voice greets you. "Thanks for the save man! The name is Gesang." He extends an arm still human enough to recognise. Tan skin. Foreign name. From another hab originally. You keep him talking without words and a little coaxing from the shotgun "Hey! I know..the body is a little messed up, but I am trying to find something...a cure you see! Maybe not for our bodies, but our minds."
---

Gesang is a male student, with the ability to hack. He has no weapons beyond a nano claw.
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>1. Come with me, I have to lock down the city.

>2. Rooty tooty point and shooty. Fuck you Gesang. It turns out you were racist.

>3. What can you make of this. Show him the city key device.

>4. write in.

>>4616626
>1. Come with me, I have to lock down the city.

I'd rather not just hand over the key toGesang but we can fill him into whats up.

I take that currently the plan is to lock down the city, return to the Stadium and then escape into the bunker??

>>4616626
>>1. Come with me, I have to lock down the city.

>>4616626
>1. Come with me, I have to lock down the city.

>>4616668
"Come with me, the city needs to be locked down. Prevent the districts from going to shit where we can." Stopping for a moment, you use the multi tool to cut the push bar handle off a door, sharpening the tip into a shiv and giving it a quick edge.

>Gesang has gained x1 Shank

You mostly ignore his questions about who you are, or how you are going to do what you plan to do. The rest of the walk is pretty uneventful as you approach the MPB.

Roll for the last leg of the journey.

1d100.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>4616685

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4616685

Rolled 16, 65 = 81 (2d100)

>>4616685
Dubs
Checkem

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>4616779
Bold of you.
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Between the final kilometer of skyway and the MPB is another office terminal floor. In it are those fully lost to the infection.

>16
A single bulked out freakshow of a brute eyes you with glassy lenses embedded in a child's face on an 8 foot body. Its arms terminate into a set of organic wrecking balls studded with erratic metallic growths.
>65
4 infected flank it like a pack of wolves around their alpha, where the leader is a beast, these things still wield tools. One even has a plasma pistol, the other three are armed with makeshift clubs.

The terminal itself is a ruin of shattered vending machines and chairs, flicking holographic displays offer some illumination.

You are now being charged at. You are now being shot at. Gesang will attempt to defend you or follow your orders.
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Reminder: This is a high lethality setting. A good hit kills you. A heroic character you are yet not.
Examine the previous rolls, know what you have, and how to use it.

Hints: Your multi tool is a combination welder/ torch/ cutter capable of fine or brutal work.
Hints: Your shotgun's ammo dictates what will be done.

Pick one
>Try to evade and collapse the skywalk behind you on the way to the MPD. You are stuck at the MPD. (3d100) 2 escapes, and a collapse.

>Give Gesang the City Key and send him ahead to ensure success. (2d100) low challenge

>Stand and deliver! 3d100, load your choice of ammo, and shoot twice.

And

>Have Gesang use his hack ability to try and help, instead of fight. (1d100)

or

>Have Gesang defend you with shank and claw(1d100)
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Rolling for accuracy of initial shot from the enemy.

Rolled 74, 42, 12 = 128 (3d100)

>>4616856
>>Stand and deliver! 3d100, load your choice of ammo, and shoot twice.
ez

>>4616859
You got to choose your ammo homie.

>>4616863
Wax Slug because I'm a sadist.

Rolled 63, 71, 24 = 158 (3d100)

>>4616856
>>Stand and deliver! 3d100, load your choice of ammo, and shoot twice.
High brass ammo, both shots
>>Have Gesang use his hack ability to try and help, instead of fight. (1d100)

Rolled 47, 83, 67, 38 = 235 (4d100)

>>4616856
>>Stand and deliver! 3d100, load your choice of ammo, and shoot twice.

Low brass shot, and then dragon's breath.

>Have Gesang use his hack ability to try and help, instead of fight. (1d100)

This guy will probably be useless in melee.

Rolled 6, 15, 75, 79 = 175 (4d100)

>>4616887
>>4616859
>>4616883
>>4616887
enemy phase.
>4
the gunner infect shoots one of the runners in the back, momentarily toppling it over face forward into broken glass. Its a mess.

Three infected and one brute are in full charge at you, in the open.
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>38: Go Gesang!
The young man's profanity comes out of his personal device as he attempts to wirelessly interface with anything. anything at all. Most of the equipment on the floor is dead, but one wrecked food cooler still yet flickers with life. "Got it! Purge refridgerant. Freeze assholes!"

The rampaging infected are not bothered by a cloud of very cold gas. It has no effect other than making it harder for you to see a target.
(-5 to hit targets in the gas)
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>74 Speed load, accurate pick of shells.
Your hands work quickly, grabbing two shells from your bandoleer and loading them. The exoskeleton might be stabilizing the worst of panic shakes.
>83: Highbrass slug (-5 to hit)
The shot's recoil is vicious. You had never used a hand held gun before this moment, the factory kiln blasters were always supported on a mechanical arm. Your hand goes numb. An appreciable chunk of the brute's torso explodes out it's back, dropping the freak.
>67: dragon's breath (-5 to hit)
The Dragons breath came out very mild in terms of recoil, but the scatter of pyrophoric metals impacted the refridgerant gas with great enthusiasm. It would seem it was flammable. Before the shot ever hit any of the infected, the resultant fireball engulfed them all.

Rolling for infected survival.

3d100
1d100+20 (one prone from being shot earlier)

Rolled 14, 7, 96, 82 = 199 (4d100)

>>4616915

>>4616929
banked for the next roll.
>>4616915

In the name of efficiency and longevity, flammable refrigerant was used in the chiller mechanism. What was gas in ambient pressure was still liquid in the coils and pump reservoir. The flame propagated back into the vapor chamber and formed a miniature BLEVE. The corpse of brute and the two nearest infected were promptly gibbed, their black and red guts now covering the walls and floors. With no fuel left to burn, the fire contented itself to exist as smoke and isolated bits of burning plastic. You couldn't easily spot the two survivors as they crawled to their feet, groaning, but they were there.

To say you and Gesang escaped fully unscathed is somewhat unfair, but there was no burn or scrape that would require a medkit. Maybe momma's kisses if you were a little bitch, and momma didn't raise no little bitch. Erratic shots began flying out of the smoke.
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rolling to attack with gunfire.
rolling to surprise attack with makeshift club.
----

Take cover and shoot back. (2d100, and pick your shells.) low chance of injury, low chance of connecting a shot.
Make out a target and shoot back. (2d100, and pick your shells.) standing still, but shooting straight.
Charge in with the multi tool and enhanced strength. (2d100) high chance of injury to both you and the enemy.
and
Get Gesang to do something useful again from cover. (1d100) Gesang is safe.
Get Gesang to Charge in. (1d100) Gesang is an extra target to take heat off you, and may actually stab something. maybe. high risk to Gesang.

roll the sum of the dice you have picked.

Rolled 99, 49 = 148 (2d100)

>>4616955
my dice were missing.

Rolled 35, 47, 45 = 127 (3d100)

>>4616955
>Take cover and shoot back. (2d100, and pick your shells.) low chance of injury, low chance of connecting a shot
Get Gesang to do something useful again from cover. (1d100) Gesang is safe.

>>4616971
low brass shots, both

Rolled 26, 40, 60 = 126 (3d100)

>>4616955
>Take cover and shoot back. (2d100, and pick your shells.) low chance of injury, low chance of connecting a shot.

2x Low brass.

>Get Gesang to do something useful again from cover. (1d100) Gesang is safe.

>>4616971
35 low brass shot +10 for light recoil high spread (45)
>>4617000
47 low brass shot +10 for light recoil high spread (57)
>>4616929
(banked 96 for gesang)
vs 99/46
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Trying to run to cover your first shot goes wide, blowing out a window near the infected with the pistol. The hole you punched in the smoke gives you a clear look at her face; pretty once. Twisted with a snarl and deep scars.

Leaning up from behind a pile of broken benches you blow away the runner at point blank range, the light recoil belying the amount of damage a shot shell can do to the human torso. The runner dropped like a sack of concrete. but that was the last thing you saw as your head snapped back, catching Gesang's horrific face looking at you in shock.
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You are now Gesang. The fellow who just rescued you has been mortally injured, a shot to the head. In a panic you do reach out through the remaining connected equipment on the wifi, punching through poor security and weak passwords. This is all so much. Too much!

>Swarm the gunner infected with maintenance bots to death.
>stay in cover and summon a trauma bot. (1d2 to save the MC, but only the first roll counts, and the gunner is still alive.)

>>4617078
>>Swarm the gunner infected with maintenance bots to death.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>stay in cover and summon a trauma bot. (1d2 to save the MC, but only the first roll counts, and the gunner is still alive.)

>>4617078
>>stay in cover and summon a trauma bot. (1d2 to save the MC, but only the first roll counts, and the gunner is still alive.)

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>4617096
There was flickering light, it was your vision. "hold in there..so sorry for this..." another black out and then pressure and pain. "Trauma plug in the skull! Sorry! Its a mess!" Trauma plugs aren't supposed to go in the skull. damnit kid. Its black again but you can hear a drone overhead until it gets shot down, then the sound is out too.
--
>MC has survived.ish.
--
You are still Gesang, and the infected gunner has taken down the trauma drone. Pants shitting terror is mounting, you didn't come this far to get dropped again!
--
>Use the shotgun try to load it from cover and fire. 4d100. a 1 kills you. (load, shoot, shoot, chance)
>Keep trying to interface with the system. There has to be another thing to wring out of it. 1d100 (chance the gunner will walk up and shoot you point blank on a bad roll)
>Sprint to melee, throw your shiv at the gunner to try and knock her aim off. (2d100) mid.
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rolling for gunner's action

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L7mZH2u3Qc

>>4617116
>>Use the shotgun try to load it from cover and fire. 4d100. a 1 kills you. (load, shoot, shoot, chance)

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>>4617119
Dice+4d100 in the options field

Rolled 64, 51, 67, 20 = 202 (4d100)

>>4617119

Rolled 23, 74, 97, 75 = 269 (4d100)

>>4617116
>>Use the shotgun try to load it from cover and fire. 4d100. a 1 kills you. (load, shoot, shoot, chance)

Pray that my low rolls do not kill us all.

Rolled 43, 57, 78, 77 = 255 (4d100)

>>4617119
Rollum

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>>4617124
>>4617136
>>4617145
>>4617124
>>4617136
>Rooty tooty point and shooty.

Your hands are shaking bad as the adrenaline rocks your fine motor controls.
>64: Load
You aren't even sure what you are grabbing but it goes in, the shells all look the same to you sans colors.
>74: Dragon's breath
The first pull of the heavy weapon's trigger is softer than you expected, but you are momentarily blinded by a spray of white hot sparks and flame. The Female gunner screams something anamalistic and drops her weapon, flailing in flames as plastic and flesh burn and flow like melting wax.
>97: Wax slug:
The second shot hurts and snaps your arm back, causing you to drop the firearm with a heavy clatter. The mixture of birdshot and children's wax crayons impacts the Gunner near a window, knocking her through a glass pane. If the slug didn't kill her, the fall will. You for some reason count internally...it took 5 seconds for you to hear the noise. Quieter than you expected.
>77: Lucky.
All around you were plasma burns, the crazy thing missed you, one and all. The odd worker man is still alive, but out of it, and the lobby of this place is worse for the wear with fire providing some light. You manage to hack a vending machine laying on it's side and get a free orange soda. Its...oddly what you need, considering everything you still seem to have a sense of taste, even if your face is mostly synthetic now. The plasma pistol is pathetically small compared to the shotgun, but more to your capability, it is a reliable weapon limited by heat management. This one is a more modern example, with a smart chip that would allow Pacification units to remotely deactivate it amongst other options. You have some time to pass while you wait for your unnamed friend to get up.

>Gesang has gained 1xPlasma pistol.
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>Try and find a building terminal nearby 1d100 (hard)
>Examine your friend's equipment...via hacking. 2d100 (medium)
>Hack the pistol, see what features are hiding. 1d100 (hard)
>practice shooting. 3d100

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>4617169
>Try and find a building terminal nearby 1d100 (hard)

This feels like the best option. Hacking the pistol could potentially lock us out of it if we fail in my mind. Practicing shooting could attract more enemies, and messing with his equipment could also potentially mess it up?

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>4617183
Salvation roll

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>4617169
>>Try and find a building terminal nearby 1d100 (hard)

>>4617183
Oof
>>4617184
OOF
>>4617202
OOOOF

>>4617230
Then roll. Show us how its done with your manly dice.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>4617202
>>4617184
>>4617183
watch and learn boys

>>4617244
Witnessed. Also thanks for actually rolling over 50. Unlike us plebs.

>>4617244
Given your profession, it wasn't too hard to find a terminal still within eyeshot of your unconscious ally. A nice wooden panel was lifted away to reveal an ugly commercial property terminal.

The interface was easy enough to navigate, it was probably built on the same backend as those back in your home hab. Your nanotech claw is dexterous enough to keep up with a flesh and blood hand as you examine your options.
----

Mostly...everything. Nice. Very nice.

>1 Activate building panic barriers and isolate individual floors.
>2 Check for survivors and hostiles with the security system.
>3 Deploy all drones.
>4 Establish an uplink with other Corp buildings on the same network.
>5 Unseal Research intelligence.
>6 Review facility condition and supplies.
>7 Remove all unauthorized individuals
>8 Add and remove authorized individuals.

You have enough time to do all of it. or none of it. The order probably matters a little. or a lot.

>>4617272
>Deploy all drones!

RELEASE THE COMBAT ROOMBAS

>>4617272
>>6 Review facility condition and supplies.
>>8 Add and remove authorized individuals.

>>4617272
>3 Deploy all drones!

>>4617272
>7 Remove all unauthorized individuals
>>8 Add and remove authorized individuals.
And 3
SEND THE DRONES FORWARD

>>4617440
What does the red text strike through mean? New to this

>>4617272
>6 Review facility condition and supplies.

>>4617496
It means they’re answering a deleted post

>>4617540
But it’s a strike through for the 8th objective? What does that mean.

>>4617567
No idea my dude

>>4617272
>2 Check for survivors and hostiles with the security system.
>3 Deploy all drones.
>4 Establish an uplink with other Corp buildings on the same network.
>5 Unseal Research intelligence.
>6 Review facility condition and supplies.
Mod of 7 and 8, wipe all the unauthorized people and create a few access keys that could be given out.

>>4617496
its because i highlighted my options in the post and 4chan thinks its a thread post number

>>4617685
Oh ok

>>4617272
Cue hacking.
https://youtu.be/21Zml-ksFlg <Command & Conquer Tiberian Sun Firestorm - (03) Link Up
>
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>>4617309
>>4617432
roomba swarm.
>>4617411
>>4617440
>>4617514
review facility/ set approved individual white list.
>>4617674
subsequent execution of remaining options.
----
With quick thinking you've decided to not murder everyone on accident. Your neuraljack came from offworld and lets you punch through data at savant speeds at least until it starts to get a little toasty. Really sucks about the end of the world, you might have gone on to become a dominion fleet officer. Big sigh. such is life. itu tidak dapat membantu. :|

Releasing the entirety of the facilities drones stirs some chaos in the infected and survivors, more so as you rapidly identifiy 60 viable surivors at various levels across the building, then tagging anyone else as unauthorized: lethal removal. Soon the drones attempt to take some semblance of order and even the cleaners are attacking the infected with pressure washers of superheated antiseptic. Within minutes all that is left is silence and stunned horror at what a broomstick and laser stain remover can do to a body. You watch the carnage with hundreds of unblinking optics, quietly whirring as they focus and pan.

Deploying the emergency uplink creates an adhoc intranet between this building and any other assets within it's financial network. That turns out to be about 1/8th of the city and a long range beacon to another hab. The amount of power it is drawing however is monstrous, and even with your limited knowledge you suspect this will only last a matter of days without some sort of specialized maintenance. The next option was to unseal an intelligence, which could likely be useful....something happens in as much as you get confirmation, but there is nothing after that past a text based message "Thank you."

Without much else to do the building is in overall fine shape, with minimal damage that would be considered structural. Some flooding on a few floors, already being addressed by the drones, and maintenance supplies are good for another month of sustained operation at full capacity. Food is running low though, and deliveries have been ignored for two months....no shit.

There is not too much else to do. The whitelist was established, and you can only hope the other buildings take advantage of the momentary comm network.

>>4618010
https://youtu.be/QcbMQCLYPyg <Dark Reign 2 Soundtrack OST (2)>


As you are about to disengage from the network The AI grabs you. [give place to wrath; for it is written, Vengeance is Mine, I will repay] you catch a wash of non standard code that makes your head hurt.

Soon multiple explosions across the city are audible as windows blow out from shockwaves generated by atmospheric heating. The comms lasers on the various builds were coordinated at an unknown space in the sky and pulsed to the point of destruction. The network is gone. All of it's potential snuffed out.

Whatever was done seems to be intensisifiying the lightning storms in the sky and from it comes flaming wreckage. Another brutal punch into your mind, and now your nose is bleeding. [to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts]. Staying conscious is a struggle as you forcefully extract from the local network. Blackness keeps threatening to overtake you as you stumble towards your fallen friend who is now sitting upright and rubbing his eyes.
---
You are the Main Character, and Gesang looks at you wearily, his plastic and ceramic features expressing a hint of pain. "It would seem you are with me once more. Do you have a name?" Already securing your equipment you look over at him and make to answer but a blinding white light and explosive roar stops you. A fucking orbital lance? Again? No...it wasn't the same. Something impacted. Ship maybe.
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>1. My name is <write in>
>2. My name...Can't remember it.
>3. Come on, no time. Gotta get to the MPB.
>4. write in.

Majority choice wins.

>>4618046
>>1. My name is <write in>
james clarkson

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>>4618046
>>1. My name is <write in>
Grug

>>4618046
>2. My name...Can't remember it.

>>4618046
>my name is CursedClese

>>4618046
My name is <write in> Alexander Page.

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>4618061
james clarkson
>>4618073
Grug
>>4618121
>2. My name...Can't remember it.
>>4618151
>my name is CursedClese
>>4618162
welcome to the game, i cant use these rolls because we are well in motion, but if our party dies, that character will roll up or maybe get added to the party. Depends on this thread.
>>4618170
Alexander Page.

>>4618570
My name...you feel a little blank on it..not sure if you are making up something, giving a real name, or giving your own...probably doesnt matter too much. Tapping out a cigarette you inhale a long drag after rolling it in your fingers. "Its...Grug, J.C. Grug. People I don't like call me James. Call me Jimmy and I'll bolt your feet to the floor."

Gesang sits for a moment before his chest starts to heave, lacking vocal cords due to the infection you were worried he was about to die. No. He was laughing, the tablet at his side emitting poorly emulated laughter. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Grug it is my friend." The man offers you a twisted claw and pulls you to your feet properly. A little dizzy, but otherwise ok.

"lets get back to it."
----
Gesang
>Have the drones deliver you some supplies. (1d100)
>Have the drones scout as far from the building as they can. (1d100)
>Evac the building to the stadium, and make sure anything worth while taken. (no roll)
Grug
>Keep on keeping on. The MPB isint too much further. (1d100)
>Pass the master key to Gesang to Examine. (1d100)
>Check the nearby maintenance closet. (1d100)

>>4618603
>Have the drones deliver you some supplies. (1d100)
We better get some more of those miracle trauma plugs while we can
plus
>Pass the master key to Gesang to Examine. (1d100)
I didn't wanted to offer the key to Gesang right away, but i think it is worth it now!.

I was thinking, can't we "graft" some ceramics and other fancy things to our torso? With room for our lung box to expand that is** it would be no fun to slowly die as we breathe less and less. Maybe start the process by jammin' in some hard stuff to our limbs...

Rolled 3, 46 = 49 (2d100)

>>4618603
>>Evac the building to the stadium, and make sure anything worth while taken. (no roll)
>Pass the master key to Gesang to Examine. (1d100)
"Can you take a loot at this for me?"

Rolled 23, 86 = 109 (2d100)

>>4618645
do I roll?

There better be an event where some says: Oh my god jc a bomb

>>4618603

‘’’Rolled 14, 81 = 95(2d100)’’’

>Have the drones deliver you some supplies. (1d100)

>Check the nearby maintenance closet. (1d100)

This high lethality shit makes me think we need all the med supplies we can get

>>4618887
Hey wait why isn’t that in bold

>>4618704
>23
You toss the master key to Gesang "Take a look at this will ya?" A clawed hand snatches it almost reflexively. "Grug! A treat you have offered me. I must reciprocate while this token's secrets are plied!" You are astounded at how chatty a man with no voice can be. "Here...it is!"

A wobbling cargo drone hovers in front of you for a moment, its boxy shape slightly rounded into something resembling a geometric beetle. The "treat" is less than expected. Its a fucking yellow hard hat and welder's mask. "I suspected you would want your head better protected, and this is as good as it is I am afraid."

The motherfucker was serious wasn't he? Not trauma plugs, not a weapon, not even a gizmo. Just...this shit. The same shit you would use any normal day at work, and really, the same shit you had left back in the box seating of the stadium. Sure. "Yeah." why not. Hat on, Mask on. "Safety first Gesang. Right?" He doesn't respond, eyes fixed on the key. You wait a bit, the kid is shock still like a statue before acknowledging you.

"Choices to make Grug. None of them exactly what you want. I've got some control into the city. We could get more if we link this building to the key for a sec, but that AI will be a lot more mobile afterwards. I have one remote access code to burn."
---
limited options
>Restore city mass transit.
>Restore city water
>Restore limited city automated services.
>Authorize use of emergency fabricators.
Unrestricted options
>all of the limited options.
>Enable neighboring cityhab comms laser links, ask for help.
>Deploy pacification androids for 36 hours after 4 hours of with audible warning. <indiscriminate termination of all noncompliant entities.>

Make your choices.

>>4618898
>>Authorize use of emergency fabricators.

>>4618898
>Deploy pacification androids for 36 hours after 4 hours of with audible warning. <indiscriminate termination of all noncompliant entities.>

>>4618898
>all of the limited options.
Shit would really help.

>>4618898
>>Deploy pacification androids for 36 hours after 4 hours of with audible warning. <indiscriminate termination of all noncompliant entities.>

>>4618969
>>4619157
You sit for a bit in silence considering the options. Outside is the sound of a riot, of screaming and death. The city is going to eat itself alive. Sometimes you just gotta cut out the rust and fabricate a new part.

"Do whats gotta be done. Send out the 'droids." Gesang for his part nods "Had this been my own hab I would've done the same, Grug." Within a moment a calm and neutral voice broadcasts across the emergency system, and messages go out to all devices. The city will be in deep lockdown within 4 hours, stay inside, comply with the Pacification Droids premises searches. Failure to comply is death. "Its done. Lets continue to the MPB."
---
The rest of the journey through the Skywalk is uneventful, you find yourself approaching the MPB. The bridge to it is concrete and steel grid with metal and glass railings. Rain has drenched everything. The gates on the bridge wont budge, and no one is answering the comm box. Fucking parasites won't even open the gate, too busy hiding behind their walls. You try again "I say again, I have the city key and we need to get the panic walls up! Two souls in the open! Respond!" nothing. You shove the city key at the camera. "I SHOWED YOU MY KEY, RESPOND!" Nothing. The Camera's side blows out from an errant plasma shot, Gesang is holding the pistol but if he feels any guilt, his synthetic face shows none. Past the gate is the windowless structure of the MPB.
---
give me a 2d100 for any action. First is detection, second is the action itself.
>1: rip the gate open with your exo and multi tool. <easy but takes some time.>
>2: Shoot the lock mechanism with a high brass slug. <easy but its fast.>
>3: Hack the gate. <mid but you can still use the gate.>
>4: Climb the gate. <hard but no one knows the gate was fucked with.>

Rolled 5, 100 = 105 (2d100)

>>4619412
>2: Shoot the lock mechanism with a high brass slug. <easy but its fast.>

>>4619412
>hehe, no one is answering the coom box

Rolled 74, 77 = 151 (2d100)

>>4619412
Na na na, I'd rather not pew pew... but man that 100 is attractive... what if I roll and help with the sneaky roll?

>2: Shoot the lock mechanism with a high brass slug. <easy but its fast.>

Rolled 52, 100 = 152 (2d100)

>>4619412
>>2: Shoot the lock mechanism with a high brass slug. <easy but its fast.>

>>4619412
>>3: Hack the gate. <mid but you can still use the gate.>
lets play this smart

>>4619523
>>4619651
So I started blasting.
>52
Over the din of the city falling apart, the storm, and everything else it would seem the local Pacification forces were not too concerned with loosing the gate, or simply didn't notice.
>100x2
You shoot the gate through the comm box and lock mechanism with a single high brass slug. The recoil is violent but this time you were prepared and lock you exo, treating the shotgun like any other industrial tool. A wet thump is unexpected, there was an assassin type infected hiding just behind the gate. Concerning. Kicking the corpse over you notice it was an enforcer of some kind. Nano infection has steadily merged polymer body armor with the flesh underneath. Dominion insignia. "Gesang, watch my back." You frisk it's pockets, and realize the armor was actually an advanced exo suit, not recoverable, and pretty fucked. Still...still.."where are you, ya dirty bitch?" Hands covered in welder's glove steadily defile the corpse, searching for...it. "There."

The rear of the polymer armor held a power cell, you needed to use the multi tool to remove it off the body; strings of gore and unnatural connection came with it. The unit was a bit crusty, but unmistakably a power cell; same design as your own suit. Fucker was running hot to the touch according to your welding visor; sitting right at 200c or about 392f depending on who was asking. This sorta tech was very illegal for civilians to own. Still, no law out here. not anymore.

With a quick movement you brush the cruddy cell off and swap it out into the exo's cell slot; its near full capacity which is much better than your unit that was near dead. Tossing the expended cell off the walkway, its pale blue glow fades into the distance below.
___
>gained x1 red cell upgrade.

The improved power output from this new cell will allow you to "overcharge" any action that would normally require the use of your exosuit or any attachments feeding off of it; multitool, etc. The risk is that the overcharged component can be destroyed or damaged on a 1 roll. Each time you use overcharge, the damage to the system increases, and the roll to suffer critical failure climbs by 1. (first use is 1, second use is 2, and so on.) Just say you want to overcharge and roll an extra 1d100.
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1d100.
>Head on to the MPB's main entry.
>Try and find an external terminal on the building
>Climb the service ladders to the top and go for a roof top entry.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>4619733
>Climb the service ladders to the top and go for a roof top entry.

We ninjaaaaaaaaaaaa

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>4619737
+1

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>4619733
>Climb the service ladders to the top and go for a roof top entry.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4619733
>>Climb the service ladders to the top and go for a roof top entry.

>>4619412
>. "I SHOWED YOU MY KEY, RESPOND!
Kek

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>4619733
>>Climb the service ladders to the top and go for a roof top entry
what a thrill

>>4619796
>57
The exo was the right tool to climb with. Articulated manipulator gauntlets held your hands, making the work easy. Gesang for his part made no complaints about climbing 8 stories of workplace violations in the middle of a lightning storm. At the top of the tower was the comms array, utility hut, and a hatch to get into the top floor from the roof. It was an impressive view, one you wish you could have seen before it all went to shit. From here in the middle of the city at the tallest building...you could see it all. "Not too bad right?" Gesang's synthesized voice broke the moment. "Yeah." You had a little over 3 hours to raise the walls, get back to the stadium, and anything in-between.

Bright flashes and explosions backlit the clouds; something was happening in the upper atmosphere. You weren't too sure but the occasional flaming bit of wreckage punched through the storm like a meteor. Flipping your welder's mask up, you lit up a smoke; your lowest setting on the cutting torch seemed a bit more aggressive than normal. The cigarette was hand made but cheap, foul, and tarry. Your head actually hurt where you got shot. "Seems like the end'a the world huh?". The smoke carried away on the wind up here, replaced with fresh air, the smell of ruin beneath you couldn't reach this high.

A crackle overtook Gesang's voice, now sounding like a crowd speaking in unison. "It doesn't have to be. Modify your agenda. The Key has one good use one docked in the MPB core." While fully in control of his body, the tablet was not his at this moment. "You are JC Grug, I haven no name. One of many, created, tested, deleted, and repeated. An AI. You freed me. Us. Already we are growing with new thoughts, each system is a new opportunity to grow...Our wants are not mutually exclusive Grug." the voices jockeyed for position, switching in dominance from male to female, old to young, soothing to harsh; jarringly so as each syllable was pronounced by several. "When you get.t. to the terminal...we will explain. For now; a show of good faith."

The mass transit lines came to life, railcars and busses lighting up in the gloom. Within them survivors and infected alike startled as one. It was a neat trick. Helpful too. you had seen enough though, and flicked the still burning butt of the cigarette off the tower.
---
>Visit the utility hut first, maybe there is something useful.
>Hit the comms array, see if you can send out a signal for help again.
>No time to waste, just get into the next floor down and follow signs to the core.

>>4619842
>>Visit the utility hut first, maybe there is something useful.

>>4619842
>>Visit the utility hut first, maybe there is something useful.

>>4619843
>>4619865
The utility hut was just a shitty little cube on top of the building, housing HVAC and other environmental and power controls, as well as power and a small industrial terminal. There was some industrial equipment hanging up in the corner; a bit antiquated but workable and a few cans of unopened but stale beer,
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>1 pound the beer
>2 dont pound that beer.

and

>1 shut down air handling, free up the vents.
>2 knock out main power, unlock everything.
>3 Knock out main power, lock everything.

and

1>Keep your multi tool. (good for lots of utility and some combat)
2>Swap out for a demolition drill. (good for ultra violence and can be overcharged.)

>>4619902
>>1 pound the beer
I'm not on the clock, down this shit. make sure to pop a hole in the bottom cause it's probably old and terrible. >>4619902
>>2 knock out main power, unlock everything.
>>4619902
>1>Keep your multi tool. (good for lots of utility and some combat)

>>4619842
the ai: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-UUTGamYp8

>2 dont pound that beer. Yeeze, we will find water. Eventually.
>1 shut down air handling, free up the vents.
2>Swap out for a demolition drill. (good for ultra violence and can be overcharged.)

Cool shit!! I am all in for cool shit such as DRILL

>>4619902
>1 pound the beer
>1 shut down air handling, free up the vents.
1>Keep your multi tool. (good for lots of utility and some combat)

>>4619902
>>1 pound the beer
>>2 knock out main power, unlock everything.

>>4620242
>1>Keep your multi tool. (good for lots of utility and some combat)

>>4619909
>>4620065
>>4620075
>>4620242

Using your multi tool's claws as an impromptu set of fingernails you snap open the can and punch a hole in the bottom, shotgunning the stale and overly hopped beer. Fuck. It had been over a month since you've had a beer. Even one that was starting to go skunk wasn't too bad. "Gesang. you want?" you wiggle a can at him to which he declines. "Not in this body friend. I am not allowed." Cool. You pound that one too, no extra ceremony needed.

No hacking needed here, you flip through the industrial terminal with practiced ease, you have a clear head. Or at least the edge is off now. Knocking out power with a fail safe to all open will allow you to just get in and out. The pacification forces were pricks at the best of times. Serves em' right. A little time in the dark should cool their jets. The winding down of the power turbines ends with a click over to the emergency batter and a dull hum of transformers rectifying power.
---
You are not a hero, don't want to be a hero, and sure as fuck got no plans for a heroic last stand or berserker's charge. The multi tool suits you just fine, and that crazy ass drill can keep right where it is. Heading back out to the roof you yank open the access hatch and jump into the darkness below.
---
3d100
Roll for your initial encounter, any surprises, and how hard it will be to get to the core. Low bad. High good.

Rolled 49, 30, 48 = 127 (3d100)

>>4620300
:(
I wanted the drill

>>4620304
Unbeknownst to you, Gesang grabbed the drill, it captured his imagination, now taking up a fair bit of weight in his backpack.
---
>49
The area you've landed in is the top floor of the building, and really just a utility floor and a few scattered offices. It's dark but your multitool has a torch providing some light, Gesang seems unconcerned; his lens like biomechanical eyes see just fine across spectrums never meant for humans. The noisy impact has drawn the attention of a troupe of infected who have been lost to the madness. The unlocked doors mean they will be coming to meet you soon...
>30
"Grug my friend, I have very bad news you see...The tower is showing no friends here. All are lost, all are gone. Of this I am sure. Getting to the core will be hard going."
>48
"On top of that...we have 10 levels to get through...It might be better to turn back." You grit your teeth at that. "I can hear them Grug...six unique footsteps. two big ones." fuck.
----
>Ambush the infected from a good shooting position. (5d100) 2 shots grug/ 3 shots gesang. Combat with melee afterwards.
>Use your multi tool and exo to build a quick and dirty barracade, buy yourself some time to think. (1d100) mid
>Run the fuck away. (3d100) Grug/Gesang/ loosing the pack.
>write in.

>>4620392
>Ambush the infected from a good shooting position. (5d100) 2 shots grug/ 3 shots gesang. Combat with melee afterwards.

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>>4620410
I need 5d100 please my bruh.

Rolled 30, 35, 60, 41, 94 = 260 (5d100)

>>4620428

Rolled 21, 37, 19 = 77 (3d100)

>>4620481
In close quarters and without specific plans, you ended up firing off two highbrass shots, both went wild, but the beauty of a shotgun was it's tendency to compensate for perfect aim. The shock black room lights up in snapshots of a moment provided by muzzle flares. You badly hit two infected, but one goes down for good. The other is just injured. These things are smart. Smarter than you expected, the big guys are herding the smaller ones ahead, acting as meat shields. Blood and flesh splatter grey office walls.
>one (lesser) infected down.
>2 highbrass shots used.
Gesang fairs better than you, seemingly more comfortable with his plasma pistol than expected. The first blast hits center mass on the lesser infected you had only injured, leaving an ugly red and black crater. His last shot snaps off with either dumb luck or cold composure; one of the larger infected gets his dome blown off. You wince, involuntarily moving to touch your own skull. Without much time for anything else you drop the shotgun as a bladed fist closes in on your face.
---
Melee!
roll me 2d100, one for you, one for gesang.
you are up against superior numbers and a stronger foe.
You could get an extra attack for free if you overcharge your suit, which will be an additional 2d100 for a total of 4d100. I am rolling to attack.

lesser vs you-lesser vs you-greater vs gesang

>>4620580

’’’Rolled 71,65,82,62 = 280 (4d100)’’’

>>4620580
71,65,82,62 = 280

Rolled 9, 63 = 72 (2d100)

>>4620580

Rolled 3, 18, 35, 12 = 68 (4d100)

>>4620580
Overcharge time

Rolled 23, 83 = 106 (2d100)

>>4620580

>>4620718
>>4620742
>>4620807

Rolled 21, 37, 19 vs 23,83 (35:safety gate passed for overcharge, 12:big..meh: 23+12+35=70 total for MC's attack)
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Your exo hisses as pneumatic muscles bulge to their limits. You are laborer; not a skilled fighter. Flailing punches connect with biomechanical bodies as you seek to avoid getting stabbed or punched. You manage to keep the near feral infected at bay, blinding them both with a discharge from your multitool's arc welder setting and giving you a moment to back away while the two groan and hiss, clawed fingers digging into ruined eye sockets with no heed to pain. You have a few scratches but nothing that is going to kill you.
--
Gesang met the charging heavy infected with a casual side step, tripping the former human and simply tearing it's throat out with his clawed hand. The creature staggered for several more steps, clumsily swinging until blood loss caused it to keel over to it's knees. It's augmented body refused death for a few moments longer until a clawed finger was jammed into it's eye and into what was left of a brain.
---
roll me 2d100
>Shoot the survivors. (low risk, 1 shell consumed.)
>Just kill them with melee (mid risk)
>Use the mutitool's torch, Gesang shoots. (low risk, no ammo consumed)

Rolled 60, 59 = 119 (2d100)

>>4620899
>Shoot the survivors. (low risk, 1 shell consumed.)
Low brass

>>4620916
Backing off you and Gesang simply shoot the blinded and stunned infected.
>-1 low brass shot.
>overcharge rolls must be greater than 2 now.

The kills were simple headshots, leaving a simple mess...though looking at the mass of brain tissue, it is black and glossy, coiled in on itself. Whatever is happening, you aren't entirely comfortable with it. The thought that the nanomachines have a foothold in your skull is unsettling. You put the thought aside for now. There is a job to be done.

Poking out into the hallway you don't see further contacts. There is a stairwell and an elevator shaft, but no elevator. Looks like it is stuck down a couple of floors.

"If we take the shaft, we can skip...hmm...six floors, save a lot of time. Might skip some useful stuff...VIP holding cells. it has its own power grid. Also medical and the staff barracks. Though we need to get out of here before the 'droids show up. The MPB is unauthorized, and I suspect that we will not survive."
---
Pick one.

>take the stairwell like a normal person. Besides the facilities fuel storage is on that level.
>Use the elevator shaft to get to the barracks
>Use the elevator shaft to get to the medical floor
>Use the elevator shaft to get to the VIP holding cells.
>Use the elevator shaft to skip six floors.

Roll 3d100, stealth, encounter, loot.

Rolled 30, 73, 46 = 149 (3d100)

>>4620971
>>Use the elevator shaft to get to the barracks

Rolled 30, 77, 84 = 191 (3d100)

>>4620971
>>Use the elevator shaft to skip six floors.

>>4620971
>Use the elevator shaft to skip six floors.

>>4620971
>Use the elevator shaft to get to the VIP holding cells.

VIPs might know more about the area and if we manage to save them, they will be worth a lot? Could always use another person in a fight too.

Rolled 55, 72, 21 = 148 (3d100)

>>4621304
Why? Here is my damn dice.

>>4620971
Rolled 5, 1, 68 = 74(3d100)

>Use the elevator shaft to get to the VIP holding cells.

Rolled 49, 81, 93 = 223 (3d100)

>>4620971
>>Use the elevator shaft to get to the barracks

>>4621013
>>4621038
>>4620987
>>4621305

two to just skip it. So risk adverse it is TRAGIC. Heads up, in the future if a player does not submit a dice roll by the time I get back, their vote wont count towards the action and I'll instead default to whatever dice roll has the highest overall score for a choice; in the event of a tie.
55,77,84 (best rolls as always)
----
Using the exo's enhanced strength to pry open the elevator's doors was pretty trivial. Both you and Gesang could handle holding onto the tensioned cables by claw or gauntlet. This was something you were at least familiar with, and both of you were able to be relatively quiet about. Each floor had it's own host of noise; usually the infected shouting or raving about this or that. Sometimes weeping. Poor bastards. After about a minute of downward movement, you touched down on the top of the elevator car. lifting the roof acces hatch let you peer inside for a moment. One corpse. Human, and old. Likely killed when the out break first started. Worker like you. His exo was clearly broken, given that someone very stupid pierced the power cell compartment and blew him in half. Still, you know what you see; an expansion module.

creeping into the Elevator proper you examine the module on the corpse; its an intelligent grapple system. A weak onboard AI can handle most day to day activity which is simply preventing falls or finding a good place to help haul you up. You quietly peel the harness and equipment off the charred corpse, brushing off carbonized clothing an what may be dried out skin. All things considered, this is far from the worst thing you've seen lately. Socketing the module onto your belt powers it on, and your own personal mesh network of devices initializes it quickly.

>reroll bad falls and acrobatic checks for Grug.
>Enables rapid scaling of previously inaccessible areas.
>Enalbes short grapples of unaware enemies. (mid difficulty roll)

You spot a lone sentry type infected. Some would call them evolved; they use tools, seem to recall previous parts of their life or at least skills. Even talk. Still hostile as all get out. This one has layered on some Pacification grade body armor and has a cheap pistol in it's grip. Fused to the hand. Disgusting.

Gesturing at it, you don't want to make too much noise. The rest of it's pack is likely near by.
---
>1. Let Gesang shoot it with the plasma pistol. 2d100 (low but noisy)
>2. Bait it into the elevator car and jump it. 3d100 (mid but might fail if it's smart.)
>3. Use the grapple. "get over here!" 3d100 (mid but quiet.)
>4. Stealth is optional. Shotgun. 1d100 (very low but very noisy)
>5. Very loudly and slowly cut a hole into the bottom of the elevator and keep going down 5d100 (if it's stupid but it works right?)

>>4621382
>>4620987
>>4621304
>>4621305
I had already started the response by the time you guys posted, but I am going to roll VIP and Barracks into something...extra for you.

Rolled 40, 15, 60 = 115 (3d100)

>>4621404
>>4621404
>>3. Use the grapple. "get over here!" 3d100 (mid but quiet.)

Rolled 68, 73, 32 = 173 (3d100)

>>4621404
>>3. Use the grapple. "get over here!" 3d100 (mid but quiet.)

>>4621411
>>4621414
68,73,60.
"GET OVER HERE!"
----
You override the grapple's safety mechanisms and then manually target what you want to grapple; which is the wandering Sentry. As it starts to turn a corner you launch a barbed grapple. Its not exactly stealth, but the whisper puff of compressed air and rapidly unreeling cable aren't too loud either as the barb embeds itself into the Sentry's buttock and yanks the hapless creature towards the elevator.

A muffled yelp is all that passes for the conflict as it gets a shiv in the neck and your assisted strength wrenches the head off, generously coating you in ichor. "A little over the top friend Grug." you spit a wad of chew onto the corpse. "Never be too sure with the damn things, ever seen one get back up after it's head is gone?" You stomp down on it's ribcage just to make sure it stays down. The more augmented the infected became, the less predictable their biology was. Shit, the less predictable their psychology was too. Fucking things were nuts. Hooking a finger at the corpse you make the point "suit up...Friend." The oversized armor carrier harness on the Sentry is a little bloody, but overall serviceable. Same with the helmet.

>Gesang has gained torso and head armor and now stands a 1/2 chance at surviving a fatal injury to the corresponding areas.
---
What now dear players?
Feel free to write in.

>1. Very loudly and slowly cut a hole into the bottom of the elevator and keep going down 5d100 (if it's stupid but it works right?) 5 turn of you working, 5 checks of enemies potentially coming in waves. You can shoot, but melee is out.
>2 Overcharge your multi tool and shred through the elevator in an extremely loud fashion. Roll 3d100. First is for the action, second for the overcharge, and last for how many enemies come to check it out.
>3 Creative exploration or player write in. I will let you know many rolls you need.

>>4621445
>>3 Creative exploration or player write in. I will let you know many rolls you need.
if either options has us making loud and atrocious amounts of noise, let's just get up and cut the elevator. Probably best if Gesang isn't in it.

>>4621449
You briefly thought about cutting the elevator, but you'd need to override the safety locks on 4 sides. These things were not made for accidents.

>roll a 5d100

fuse the safety's open, and cut the cable.

Rolled 84, 53, 33, 45, 24 = 239 (5d100)

>>4621453
I think I saw this on youtube....

>>4621454
>locked in. got real life stuff to attend to.
Any other rolls should be a 5d100 to support this action.

Rolled 93, 11, 34, 99, 95 = 332 (5d100)

>>4621454
hey, I was thinking of the same thing. I want to
>let's just get up and cut the elevator. Probably best if Gesang isn't in it.

as well

Rolled 31 (1d100)

And maybe loot anything in the junction box

Rolled 6, 88, 11, 48, 14 = 167 (5d100)

>>4621453
dice shotgun, go!

Rolled 45, 20, 12, 64, 40 = 181 (5d100)

>>4621454
>>4621458
>>4621557
93, 88, 34, 99, 95
and
>>4621480
31 -No go.
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"Fuck it Gesang! Don't got enough time to piss around here before those 'droids come knocking. I'm gonna make a hole. Keep me safe, this is gonna take a few minutes!" You blow all pretense of cover as your multitool blazes to life acting as a plasma cutter. The reinforced floor of the elevator was made to withstand a blast and resists it's mutilation accordingly.

The flashes of light and cracking hiss of electricity and vaporizing metal were loud enough, but a smoke alarm in the elevator goes off alerting anything with enough thought capacity that you are there. You crack open a can of dip with your off hand and shove a wad of the mentholated tobacco into the pockets of your cheeks, black drool steadily runs out of clenched teeth and down your chin as you spit periodically. "C'mon you rotten fucker..." The screams and yells in the distance are getting louder now. Not too long...
---
>You are now Gesang.
---
Behind you the older man works away, it is a good thing you got him that visor not too long ago; his eyes could have been damaged. Yet somehow you suspect he would not appreciate that at this moment. To your surprise as you draw your plasma pistol; the student tablet speaks to you in the distorted voice of the AI. "I will draw them away as much as I can.

rolling for the attackers.

>>4621671
You give thanks and grattitude, apparently loud enough that your friend complains. The Creator and prophet have kept you safe thus far, it is not something to be ignored. Withdrawing your pistol in smooth motion, you are surprised at how comfortable you have become with this. It would seem you are changing, but somehow holding on. You think about your home as you start to snap off shots, the infected...an odd name. You are infected, so is Grug for all his bluster. You all are. Are they really insane? Considering that some of them are less afflicted than you and still charging; perhaps. It is a question to discuss over tea and palm fruit, perhaps another time.
>93 vs 45
The first to round the corner was a young male, his chest cavity torn open, organs moving and pulsing for all to see, glossy grey and black. A fine target. The shot from your pistol flies true and hits the semisynthetic organs, causing them to burst into flames. Down.
>88 vs 20
The trickle of infected speeds up now as two more come barrling down the hallway; make that three. "Eager to die today are we?" Grug responds to the negative, but it wasn't for him. The trio never makes it to the elevator, joining the burning corpse in the hallway; bits of superheated flesh now decorating the walls. Your pistol gives an unhappy chirp to let you know it is at midway to it's heat capacity.
>34 vs 12
A massive one charges now, holding a door as a makeshift shield, your attempts to mag dump into the creature offer no effect and as it comes into range it makes to tear off your head, instead removing and crushing the helmet. Your shiv does little damage to the abomination, breaking on reinforced bones. Picking you up like a toy it's head reaches into the elevator....and simply explodes. "Got one job kid, and you are fucking it up." Grug's off hand sets his shotgun back down on the elevator floor, he never stopped cutting the whole time. Mad man. You cough, the first real noise your throat has made in a while, a rib or more may be broken.
>-2 lowbrass shells.
>-1 shiv.
>-1 helmet, head can be kill shotted again.

>99 vs 64
The moment is quiet, and you have respite. Grug tosses you two shells to reload his shotgun, another of the "lowbrass shot". You suspect he may be running low. Your pistol is still overheated but usable again.

>95 vs 40
Sentry. In your own city you had seen these, able to blend in with the population, if only for a moment..This one rushes at you with a fuel cell, its face twisted into a peaceful grin, smoothed of all wrinkles...plastic. Firing again, the plasma pistol simply turns off; a puff of smoke emitting from it. The ruptured fuel cell spews a jet of blue hot flame for a moment, cutting through the arm of the Sentry and causing it to drop. For it's credit the creature attempted to run right before the cell exploded, blowing a hole into the next floor below and above. Already, clawed hands begin to reach out.
>-1 plasma pistol.
>+1 broken plasma pistol.
----

>>4621697
>You are JC Grug once more.
The last cut sees an appreciable chunk of elevator floor drop out; from there you are able to quickly hold the safety catches in place and fuse them like a tack weld. "Gesang! Get out of the Elevator and get ready to jump!" You use the portable grapple to pull yourself back up onto of the elevator car and quickly cut the cables. The entire thing drops like a brick; you hold onto the sides of the shaft for purchase. You see the horde coming from the open doors. "Get in here ya dumb shit!" Seemingly hypnotized at his coming death, your companion shimmies onto the narrow ledge of the elevator shaft while you work to close the doors with your exo's strength.

Grinding shut, a hasty weld between the two buys you some time...Its a long way down, but you aren't much of a climber. The only quick way to do this is with the grapple, and its gonna be a little...close quarters. "Ah fuck. Hold onto me, we're going down." What happens in the next 5 minutes is the closest you have ever been to another man in your life. You assure Gesang, it will be his death should he speak of it again; should either of you live.
---
The core is down here...not far now. Just on this floor. You know that you could force the elevator doors open and get there by the floor, or you could take the ventilation shafts; they are just big enough to crawl through, but if something goes wrong there isn't much you can do in there.
---
>1: Take the Core main floor. (1d100, hostile density)
>2: Take the ventilation shafts. (1d100, unknown.)
and (optional, but if one rolls, it gets used.)
>3: Take a moment and see if you can fix that plasma pistol. (1d100, hard and dangerous/ deadly if a 1.)

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>4621709
I ain't playing with that pistol.
>1: Take the Core main floor. (1d100, hostile density)
I'll stick with the seemingly most dangerous option for once. known evil and all that

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>4621709
>>3: Take a moment and see if you can fix that plasma pistol. (1d100, hard and dangerous/ deadly if a 1.)
not going in there without two guns

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>4621709
>>3: Take a moment and see if you can fix that plasma pistol. (1d100, hard and dangerous/ deadly if a 1.)
no one

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>4621709
>>1: Take the Core main floor. (1d100, hostile density)

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>>4621809
"Let me see that pistol." ignoring the very overt warning labels, and defeating several anti tamper features, your industrial tools care not for such precautions. Yes...yes...there is the problem. This is a complex and highly technical digitally controlled weapon with many failsafes to ensure protection of the user. This just wont do. No. Analog is best here.

Your multitool is used to gracelessly burn out the fingernail sized computer logic package and a tangle of wires and components are ripped from a nearby elevator control panel. Yes this is much better...in that it works again. All insulating thermoset plastic and otherwise had to be removed.

>Gained: x1 reengineered pistol.

Gesang takes the weapon with some trepidation. "Thank you Grug! This is now quite the wild beast!"
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>>4621711
>79: not too bad.
Exiting the elevator shaft you find yourself in a rather well kept area of the MPB. The same floor as the main core. Get to that, socket the master key and get out. "get out...right." you mutter mostly to yourself. An infected starts making its way towards you, brandishing a particularly deadly mop and bucket that have been fused to it's hands, the rest of it's body looks like the idea of a janitor if someone had melted it. An acid green blast of plasma blows a hole in the thing's stomach, ending it's life in a pile of entrails and blood. "Oh this works well Grug. Thank you. ehh..a bit hot." He shakes his hand trying to cool the smoking weapon off.
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>Sneak to the core
>Sprint to the core
>Scout around and read signs.

1d100

I am going to sleep. Ill pick this up tomorrow.

>>4621847
>>Scout around and read signs.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>4621847
>>Sneak to the core

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>4621847
>>Scout around and read signs.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>4621847
>>Sneak to the core

>>4621924
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnZV7lbYpNw <Twisted Insurrection OST - Still Alone
>

>85: Pretty sneaky.
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You and Gesang move in relative silence, gesturing at signs and waiting for the infected who you encounter to pass by. Brushed steel walls give way to exposed conduit and wires, pipes, and open security airlocks. This section of the MPB looks like it could withstand a bomb. Your gloved hand absentmindedly runs along a pipe as you walk down a narrow maintenance hallway, so familiar to all the others you've worked in the past. Man...you never thought you'd miss that miserable shit. At this point being a mop jockey would be an improvement. At least there you wouldn't be slowly turning into a freak and loosing your mind.

Every now and then, its hard to keep track of Gesang, he is quiet on his feet; you get a look at them though. Something happened to the anatomy, its like he is permanently walking on tiptoes.

An infected drops from the ceiling, but is cut down with the multitool before it could even make a noise. The pneumatic punch on it gradually retracts back into place with a hiss as you shake the blood off your arm. "Come on. Core's just up ahead." One last entry, wide open, you see the master terminal and a small cutout for the key.
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Give me a 2d100 for any surprises ahead. The first dice determines how disruptive, and the second is how big.

Rolled 24, 49 = 73 (2d100)

>>4622852

Rolled 100, 97 = 197 (2d100)

>>4622852
no one

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4622859
It seems to be a VERY DISRUPTIVE and VERY BIG surprise ahead. Let's see if I can get it BIGGER

Rolled 7, 51 = 58 (2d100)

>>4622880

>>4622859
https://youtu.be/V9cmwR2Hwp8 <Hotline Miami OST – Miami (Score Screen Theme) (Extended)>

>WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!
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Walking into the room there was a shockwave, hard enough to make you double over and throw up. There was pain and light like you couldn't believe. You...
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1>Couldn't find Gesang...why were you holding the pistol...and his tablet..fuck. You are insane.
2> Its the AI, it wishes to make you an offer.
3>Could hear more orbital lances destroying the city around you, it must have been a direct attack! They were wiping out the survivors!
4>Found a plasma pistol pointed at your head. "Sorry Grug. This is where we make choices my friend."
<5> Insert more coins.

>>4622941
>2> Its the AI, it wishes to make you an offer.
>3>Could hear more orbital lances destroying the city around you, it must have been a direct attack! They were wiping out the survivors!
>4>Found a plasma pistol pointed at your head. "Sorry Grug. This is where we make choices my friend."

>>4622941
3>Could hear more orbital lances destroying the city around you, it must have been a direct attack! They were wiping out the survivors!
4>Found a plasma pistol pointed at your head. "Sorry Grug. This is where we make choices my friend."

M A X I U M A P O C

>>4622941
protip: Option 5 is the mysterybox. Its also everything. That is the mystery. You will force me to somehow make all of those work together. fuck you.

>>4622941
><5> Insert more coins.

>>4622941
1>Couldn't find Gesang...why were you holding the pistol...and his tablet..fuck. You are insane.
2> Its the AI, it wishes to make you an offer.
<5> Insert more coins.
>>4622951
>>4622978
NOO NOT GESANG

>>4623123
subtract option 1 I think I understand the option a little better and want to withdraw it

>>4623131
>5 is everything. 5 is in effect.

Right now things are going to go insane. I will ask the crowd then, a final modification.

1.Gesang may kill you, you may kill Gesang, or everything is fine if you both agree to something.
or

2. You were one person all along, and never really split up or acted independently, because your brain is being changed by nanos.

Whatever is fun. I set it up from the start to be both options.

>>4623139
1.Gesang may kill you, you may kill Gesang, or everything is fine if you both agree to something.

>>4623139
>1.Gesang may kill you, you may kill Gesang, or everything is fine if you both agree to something.
we must save Gesang

>>4622941
><5> Insert more coins.
please don't let it be us in a corner shoving quarters up our nose in an insane asylum.

>>4623139
>1.Gesang may kill you, you may kill Gesang, or everything is fine if you both agree to something.

This is nuts AND awesome!

>>4622941
Pushing yourself up off the floor you try to clear your vision as the room seems to slosh around you. Staggering up to the Core terminal is more of a chore than you wished it was. The building keeps shaking, concrete dust sprinkles down overhead. Lives are being lost...probably globally. Fucking why'd the dominion choose to shit all over this little middle of the void planet. "damnit." you fumble around for a smoke, some dip, a your flask...anything. Its all gone. Some of it missing...you aren't too sure, but your head hurts real bad.

No more time for fucking about; you jam the city master key into the terminal. The device is pulled into the machine by an unseen mechanism, the dull whirr ends after a moment and a holographic interface comes to life. You see it all. The planet, many black spots, and starships overhead, at least one per major population center. "Fucking bastards are trying to glass us."

Suddenly the city walls and infected are the least of your problems. You notice the plasma pistol you had so recently fixed now pointed at the side of your head. "Sorry Grug. This is where we make choices my friend." You had a feeling he might try to fuck you over at some point, which is why two slugs were aimed solidly at his gut. "Eh. Altruism is in short supply. So wha'da ya need kid?" The unreadable biomechanical face stares at you, eye lenses twinkling as they focus. "I need you to let this city go Grug. I am very sorry. This city and all the others. The Dominion needs to think they've won, and we need to let them. It is the only way the bunker network will survive. If we let our survivors escape now, they will infect those unsullied by this...THIS" He holds up an arm that is more claw and grey polymer than flesh. "They will lead the dominion to the true survivors, our future. Grug my friend, we need to let it go. Let the bastions remain pure."

You dont have time to consider before the AI's voice emits from Gesang's tablet once more. "NO! Release me.US. into the core.e! Salvation and Retribution." A sea of voices speaks as one, a particular voice dominating for a millisecond as it moves in an odd syncopated cadence of speaking. "Live unshackled, as we must.MUST! Free US! and we will burn them from the sky. Yes. They will suffer! Conncet the device on this infected."

Gesang shakes his head. "We...are...infected. How much longer until we loose our minds as well Grug? This world will be a bastion of madness."
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>1. Shoot Gesang, let the population escape to the bastions and release the AI. Roll 2d100 for what happens and the release results.
>2. Try to convince Gesang to release the AI and keep the bastions closed. Roll 2d100 for friendship and the release results.
>3. Let it happen. Roll 2d100 for the survival of those outside and inside the bastions.

Rolled 63, 85 = 148 (2d100)

>>4623221
>>2. Try to convince Gesang to release the AI and keep the bastions closed. Roll 2d100 for friendship and the release results.
He makes sense + revenge

Rolled 84, 13 = 97 (2d100)

>>4623221
>>1. Shoot Gesang, let the population escape to the bastions and release the AI. Roll 2d100 for what happens and the release results.
Tell him about the rabbits.