1d100 for general voting, best roll out of five is chosen.

Combat is 1d100 with modifiers for how many shots you fire in combat. Best out of three roll is chosen.

Burst Fire and Full-Auto Fire attacks can be done multiple times in one action, but each attack after the first incurs a cumulative -10 penalty.

Body armour subtracts from total damage done per attack.

You can target multiple enemies in a single action. Roll 1d100+modifier for each target. Specify for each roll the target and the attack used.

Takedowns and Executions are 1d100-20 and a short paragraph describing the Takedown or Execution. Best out of three rolls is chosen, but I will pick which action description looks the best to me.

Reactor Charges are your healing mechanic. Expend a Reactor charge and roll 12d6. Reactor Charges stack, and are regained through Takedowns and Executions.

Stability is a measure of your Yandere psychological state. If you lose a certain amount, known as the Snap Limit, you Snap and enter a state of emotional hysteria and brief psychosis. Lose all your Stability, and you go Berserk, and will perform a violent action, often against your love interest.

Relationship is how strong your relationship with Ian Carter is. You have to keep your relationship as high as possible. If you drive the relationship down into negative numbers, Ian will reject you, and you will proceed to murder him and commit suicide.

Good luck.

>>30614669

Holy shit. I was just thinking about this quest when I got on /tg/

Be right back, just need to take care of an errand.

>>30614740
Good job anon, you killed the quest.

>>30614740
>>30614763
What perfect timing.

>>30614669
...last thread had a three at the end. this thread has a two....should we be worried in what would happen within the next two threads?

>>30614866

It was great I agree. Also we are lucky bastards if our crew didn't run away last thread we would have been so fucked.

>>30615078
And the fact that it was too dark for Rebecca to notice our "blood" is blue.

>>30615414
>Rebecca

Pretty sure that was Cassandra. Rebecca I'm willing to bet would have eye cybernetics that would let her notice.

>>30615474
They were both present, but it seems Cassandra got the closest look
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30550403/#p30555832

>>30615554

Yeah. Luckily there Rebecca was busy fighting and so didn't pay too much attention to Alice.

>>30615674
hopefully

You turn off the television and drain the rest of the coffee before walking into the kitchen to rinse it out.

You pat the revolver at your side and decide to head back to the apartment to grab your Gas Blades and Scorpion, at least that way you could shoot something without having to worry about the second bullet going flying.

Your memories about the Assault/Commando chassis make you a tiny bit jealous that you don't have integrated recoil-absorption systems, something like that would have made that fight with the Fuchikoma go a lot faster and end it in your favour.

You check your systems.

Health: 190/190
Armour: 48
Reactor Charges: 6

Fully ready to get back into trouble, you walk out the door and begin heading back to Ian's Apartment, ready for whatever you might encounter on the street.

GM: There is a long enough downtime that if /tg wants, I can begin rolling for optional random encounters.

Would you like me to roll for random encounters?
-Yes
-No

>>30615905
>-Yes

What kind of tables you using Gid?

>>30615905
Naaaah, spend it all on Ian.

>>30615950
Roll 1d100, use the result to form an encounter.

>>30615905
I want to spend some more time with Ian

If the encounters happen after we meet up with him:
>Yes

Else:
>No

>>30615975
Was that a request or an explanation to the anons question?

>>30615905
>-Yes

Might as well.

>>30615905
-Yes

>>30616005
Oh, that was an explanation. I roll 1d100 in secret, check the result, then form the encounter.

You stroll out onto the streets, thankfully keeping your revolver concealed by the long coat you're wearing as replacements for the clothes that got shredded by the Fuchikoma's minigun.

As you walk into the main part of New City proper, you find yourself walking through a small crowd, when you suddenly feel a hand try to slip into your pockets!

You spin around and find a man behind you, hand still in your pocket and he pulls a knife on you as someone notices and screams.

"Give me your money!" He shouts.

-"Fuck you."
-Beat him up
-Hand over a small amount of cash.
-Hand over a large amount of cash.
-Run

>>30616217
>-Beat him up

>>30616217
>-Beat him up

>>30616217

>Punch him in the face and walk off.

>>30616217
>-Beat him up

Jab him in his throat.
No ones gonna look twice if we take him down like that.

>>30616217
Grab knife hand, twist it to look like a martial arts move, when we're really just breaking it with brute force.

>Beat him up.

You don't even blink and simply step close to him before you grab his knife hand and in a single effortless twist, snap his wrist like a twig.

The man falls to the ground screaming as you walk off, the crowd parting slightly to let you pass as you resume your journey back to Old City.

You encounter a corporate limo sitting outside an apartment building, with four guards waiting nearby, Uzi's openly carried as they glare in unison at you.

They seem trigger-happy, from the way one of them is flexing his hand just so.

-Ignore them.
-Fuck with them.

>>30616424
>-Fuck with them.

Did we at least swipe the knife?

>>30616424
-Ignore them.

It seems like we'd instantly die from four uzi's unloading into us at point blank.

>>30616424
>-Ignore them.

>>30616424
>ignore them.
we want our Ian now.

>>30616424
>-Ignore them.

>>30616424
>-Ignore them.
yeah, no, let's not risk it

>Ignore them

You walk past them, and although they stare at you as you pass by, they don't move from their positions.

You quickly reach the area with the smuggler tunnel and vanish down it and travel into Old City.

As soon as you surface, you immediately take to the rooftops and begin hopping over the gaps and acrobatically free-running over air-conditioners, vents, pipes and chimneys.

Then you see them, a group of young men and women, free-running across the rooftops as well, and they're apparently moving on a path to intercept you.

They get close to you and one of them waves over at you. You slow down to a halt and they catch up with you, the one who waved smiling, "Damn, we saw you taking those gaps like a pro! Hey, if you're interested, you wanna race? The pot's going for 500 Tenge."

-"Sure." Bet a large amount for the pot.
-"Sure." Bet a small amount for the pot.
-"Sorry, I got places to be."

>>30616677
>sorry, I got places to be

NO ONE WILL DISTRACT US FROM OUR LOVE!

>>30616677
>-"Sure." Bet a small amount for the pot.
it's not as if we needed money, but it'll be fun
and we can always use some extra contacts

>>30616677
>-"Sure." Bet a small amount for the pot.

Common guys, parkour race.

>>30616721
seconded.

>"Sure." Bet a small amount for the pot.

You hand over 80 Tenge and stretch slightly, "So where are we racing to?" You ask curiously.

"The helicopter wreckage is the finishing point." One of the group pipes up in reply and you suppress a twitch at hearing that. Wonderful, a race to the helicopter you brought down.

You get into a ready position alongside them and at the count of "Three!" you take off, flipping over a pipe and leaping over a gap as you race the group across the rooftops.

You to a large gap, and begin setting up to cross over and retain the short lead you possess.

Roll 1d100 now, best roll out of five.

Rolled 16

>>30617062

Rolled 44

>>30617062

Rolled 33

>>30617062

Rolled 41

>>30617062

Rolled 10

>>30617062

Rolled 3

>>30617062

Rolled 38

>>30617062
be a showoff fail spectacularly

Rolled 29

>>30617062

Rolled 48

>>30617093
>>30617095
>>30617114
>>30617117
>>30617120
>>30617122
>>30617124

Literally fucking none at average or above.

>>30617093
>>30617095
>>30617114
>>30617117
>>30617120
>>30617122
>>30617124
>>30617133

Eh? Looks like /tg/ dice hit an especially mundane patch of numbers.

>>30617141
clearly the Alice is undergoing Yandere withrawal: she's being too sane.

>Roll: 44

You make the jump, but you land badly and if you were human, would have broken your ankle. You recover with only a stumble and resume the race, but you've fallen behind.

Thankfully, being a machine means that you make up the lost distance easily, and are soon back in the thick of it.

You can see the leader up ahead and another large gap, and you flip up onto a higher rooftop, ready to make the crossing.

Roll 1d100, best out of five rolls.

Rolled 57

>>30617334

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>>30617141
>average
>d100
Anon, I.....

Rolled 1

>>30617334

Rolled 42

>>30617334

>>30617397
wow

Rolled 34

>>30617334
>>30617397
AHAHAHAHAHA

Alice, the yandere calls yooouuuuu

Rolled 41

>>30617334

>>30617397
...we fall in a dumpster?

>>30617425
We fall on top of Ian

>>30617542
He calls us heavy, -50 stability.

>Roll: Natural 1, poor bastards

You go for the jump, but slip at the last moment, tripping over the edge and slamming into the wall of the building before falling the rest of the way to land with a loud thud on top of someone.

"Ouch! What the hell?" A pained shout reaches your ears as you rub your head and rear, before blinking as you recognise the voice and look down and behind you to see Ian rubbing his face as he pushes your coat out of his eyes.

You then focus on how you're straddling his chest and blush furiously before looking up and waving off the free-runners.

Well, you lost the race, but this isn't so bad.

"Alice?" You blush a bit harder and nod, before closing your eyes, "Could you get off me please, you're kinda heavy."

Your eyes snap open and you stare back at him in disbelief, "H-heavy?"

Stability Loss: 45
Stability: 155/200

You just stare at him. Did he just...?

"Did you just call me fat?" You ask in a soft voice. Beloved or not, you were not going to take the implication that you were fat lying down!

The fact that you weigh over two-hundred and eighty pounds because of your construction conveniently escapes you.

Ian blinks, before shaking his head, "I didn't say that, just that you're heavy! Seriously, are you wearing steel plates under that coat?"

Oh, now he's just asking for it. But how are you going to react?

-Hmph!
-Tease
-Get off him.

>>30617925
>-Tease

>>30617925
Cry and hug him.

>"accidentaly" get more physical contact.

>>30617925
>-Tease
"All I'm wearing is this coat, honest.."

>>30617925
wait....so a 1 negates everything O_o

THE FUCK!?!?

>>30617995
The rolls were bad to begin with, and this is an interesting way to get the plot moving.

Rolled 47

>>30617925
>-Tease
"You're actually pretty comfy i might have to do this more often."

>>30617925
>Tease

>>30617995
Crits overriding isn't that uncommon of a practice.
Actually it's usually expected.

>>30618028
whoops forgot dice

>>30618038
don't 1's negates the highest dice -_-

>>30618125

Nope, you get a 100 we all get 100.
Get a 1 we all get 1.

/tg/ solidarity/

>>30618239
and if we get both they cancel out

>Tease

You suddenly gain a sly smile on your face, "Well now, I don't know. Now that I think about it, you're actually quite comfortable. I think I could enjoy using you as my person cushion."

Relationship: +10

Ian smirks, "Really? Right here in the street? Gee, Alice, I never knew you were such a dirty girl."

You blush at the words before you suddenly find yourself shifting as Ian manages to get some leverage and quickly find yourself on your feet, hands gripped behind your back as Ian presses close to you.

"Might want to be careful though, cushions tend to shift around while you're sitting on them."

Your only reply is a shuddering breath. You can smell him, you can smell his scent and it's wonderful. He leans in closer and just as you're about to feel his lips on yours, he draws away, "You're not the only one who can tease people, Alice."

You stare at him wide-eyed as you slump to the ground, before a giddy smile rises to your face. You've learned something new about the man you love.

New Trait Discovered!
Payback: Ian will give as good as he gets in any situation.

+20 Stability Gain!

Stability: 175/200
Lost Stability: 25

You sit there for a few seconds more, before blinking and rising to your feet to quickly follow after Ian, easily catching up to him.

"So what are you doing today?" You ask politely, getting ready to start fishing for details.

"Just going to do some stuff for a friend." Ian replies as he walks along the street casually, "Boring stuff really."

"I don't mind boring stuff, as long as I get to spend it with you." You reply earnestly and Ian smiles slightly but doesn't say anything to refute your words.

+2 Relationship.

You follow after Ian into the streets of Old City as he heads towards the Shopping Complex.

-Start Fishing for details.
-Help him out for now.

>>30618574
>-Start Fishing for details.

Friends of Ian? Do tell.

>>30618574
>-Start Fishing for details.
while
>-Help him out for now.
killing 2 birds with 1 stone

>>30618574
why not both?
priority on fishing, but still helping

>>30617925
Good thing I didn't say we fall and kill him, because I was at first

>>30618574
...what's our relationship score now? 37?

>>30618574
>suddenly find yourself shifting as Ian manages to get some leverage and quickly find yourself on your feet,

He didn't just pick us up, did he?
I mean we weigh 280 and he's probably like 150 tops.

>>30618889
The auto-response systems in Alice helped a bit with that.

>Start fishing for details.

You open up your libraries and activate a specialist system designed for infiltration; a pheromone manipulation system that makes people more pliable to questioning, but you need to be careful, too many questions at once will still make Ian suspicious.

You enter the Shopping Complex with him and follow Ian to a bookstore, where he picks up a book order although your own systems detect a large mass that is definitely not paper.

"So who's the friend you're helping out?" You ask innocently as the two of you leave the bookstore.

Ian shrugs, "Just someone I know from doing odd-jobs, nobody interesting."

Kinesics say otherwise and you smile, "Well, it must be a decent amount of money to have you do gopher work."

Ian shrugs, but your systems pick up resentment, "Not that great, but I don't really have a choice."

-Stay silent.
-"There's always a choice, somewhere."
-"I'm sure it's not that bad."
-"You really think so?"
-"So why do all this?"

>>30619241
>-"You really think so?"
maybe tell him we have some savings, and really don't mind sharing with him

>>30619241
>-"You really think so?"

>>30619241
you really think so?

>>30619241
>-"You really think so?"

>>30619241
>-"You really think so?"

Ask him if he thinks we should get a job too.

>>30619410
i like the job par as well

>"You really think so?"

Ian nods, sighing sadly, "It paid well at the start, and the work was easy, but now...now it's starting to get hard and the boss is being really demanding."

Red Queen is getting impatient, you easily read between the lines as you ask, "But can't you get help?"

Ian nods, "I can, but they ran into some trouble, so I'm currently on my own for now."

You make a decision at that moment, "Then maybe you I can help you with this job of yours."

Ian's head snaps towards you, "No! I mean, you can't! This job right now is really difficult, dangerous even, I can't let you get involved!"

You frown, "Why not? You helped me, so why can't I help you? Or is it too different from that day?"

Ian grimaces, "I don't want you to get hurt."

-Fold your arms.
-Grab his hand.

>>30619559
>Grab his hand.

Charm levels at 1000%

>>30619559
>-Grab his hand.

>>30619559
>grab his hand

>>30619559
>-Grab his hand.
Cute engines to maximum

...*cough* anyone here?

>>30620395
Got kicked off, back on now.

>>30620415
yay

>>30620415
connection problems?

>Grab his hand.

You reach out and clutch his hand, causing him to stop and look at your determined expression.

"I don't want you getting hurt either." You with absolute conviction. You won't let him get hurt, you won't let that wonderful scent be marred by the smell of blood.

You will not let that light in his eyes fade. You will protect him, always.

Always.

Ian's cheeks redden, just a touch, enough for your Kinesics to tell that a little embarassed, and pleased, by your words.

You continue by saying, "I trust you, and I want you to trust me Ian. Let me help you."

+5 Relationship

Ian stares at you and meet his gaze evenly and determinedly, as if trying to focus all of your love into your eyes so he could see just how much he means to you.

Finally, he relents, "Fine. I'll speak with the boss, get you an introduction. You know, it's funny, you volunteering when you did. Kinda lucky actually."

"Yeah..." You reply softly, "Really lucky."

You follow Ian around, noting down the real contents of a series of suspicious packages and helping him deliver them.

You have a firm idea of just what is being delivered from your scans and referral to your libraries.

Electronic infiltration gear, digital lockpicks, explosives, polymer weapons with sealed caseless ammunition, everything needed for an infiltration team.

Red Queen was going ahead with the heist, but was she going to wait for her team to be released from custody or did she have a backup team ready?

And Ian may not be happy to be doing this, so there is a good chance that the other teens aren't so willing to do this either.

You could work with this, you just have to find out more information about the team and where they stand.

Looks like you're going deep cover now.

As Ian moves ahead of you, a smile comes to your face. It's not a nice one.

Such an interesting man you fell in love with, you can only hope it gets more interesting from here!

(Cont.)

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Soon, the two of you are heading back to Ian's home and you're enjoying that warm sensation of hugging Ian, while a wicked part of you is noting that he's enjoying having his arm pressed against your chest.

Suddenly there is a series of staccato pops and Ian snarls, "Shit! Looks like a gang raid! We need to take cover!"

You nod and follow Ian into a building just as a pickup loaded with people in heavily modified clothing marked with a strange symbol.

Then the pick-up explodes as a rocket streaks out of the sky and an attack helicopter appears and you stare at the Old City Police markings on it.

Ian notices your stare, "Old AH-64E's, practically worthless, but with the amount of guns and heavy hardware most of the big gangs are starting to pack, I've heard police forces are using old helicopter gunships to deal with any Street Armour that show up."

What the fuck was wrong with this city?

Then you spot her as a group of Pick-ups swerve to a halt just as Old City police arrive and open fire with their own heavy weapons, starting a gun battle in the streets.

Clad in a sleek suit of combat armour, a one-eyed woman strides forward like a tiger, a knife that is large enough to be considered a small sword secured in easy reach over her shoulder while in her hands are a pair of pistols.

"Holy shit." Ian breathes, "I can't believe I'm seeing her."

"Who is she?" You ask, curious despite yourself and Ian turns to you.

"That's the leader of the biggest gang in Old City. That's the Moord Nag."

The woman strides past, before pausing and turning her head to stare directly at you.

Her one eye seems to blaze with an inferno before a bullet slices across the bridge of her nose, spraying blood everywhere.

And then, before your eyes, the wound begins to seal as cartilage and flesh regrow and skin reseals itself.

The display over, the Moord Nag turns away and strides forward, her pistols opening up to add to the violence.

(Cont.)

You clutch Ian tightly, something in that stare told you enough to know that the Moord Nag is not someone you want to cross.

You can take the Red Queen, you are certain of that, but something in the eye of the Moord Nag told you that facing her would only bring death.

Eventually the raiders are pushed back into the slums, the Moord Nag going back the same way she came, her armour battered and pitted, covered in blood, but there wasn't a mark on the skin that was visible.

Your libraries give you an answer to the question in your mind. Single Generation Enhancement Procedures.

S.G.E.P, the acronym for what history considers ground-breaking and yet the most vile advancements in gene-therapy; the feasible creation of super-soldiers during the wars raging across the planet at the time.

Genetic modification research supposedly advanced one hundred years during the wars, before the Scalar Bombings set it back eighty.

But you only had to look at a Battlefield Generation to know what the results of that lost work was.

You shake your head to clear it as Ian takes you both home. Genetic research was restricted by the UN anyway, no-one wanted to create a second Battlefield Generation.

Mostly because it involved extensive modification of child soldiers in order to get the best results.

As the two of you walk inside, Ian turns to you, "That was crazy, huh?"

You smile, "I wasn't worried, after all, I have you to protect me."

Ian smiles, "Come on, Mom's going to be worried."

You nod and follow him upstairs.

True to Ian's words, Rebecca was worried, and you know that there will be questions after Ian's gone to bed.

And once Ian has gone to bed, Rebecca takes you aside, "So what happened to you after the Mini-Tank attacked?"

-Tell her the truth.
-Maintain the facade.

>>30621648
>-Maintain the facade.

let's keep the cyborg bit under wraps for now.
As long as she doesn't suspect anything yet.

>>30621710
once she finds out we won't see Ian anymore.

>>30621648
>maintain the facade

no need to tell the truth now, unless she really starts to suspect that we aren't exactly human

>>30621648
>tell her the truth

>>30621648
>-Tell her the truth.

"I filled it with holes and then spent the night in a safe-house."

Really, what are we supposed to be hiding?
She's not asking how we survived being shot buy those AR's or anything.

>>30621648
>-Tell her the truth.

>>30621648
>maintain the facade

I'd say something to the accord that we sniped the thing.

>>30621648
-Tell her the truth.

>>30621648
>maintain the facade
The only "truth" she needs to hear is we filled the mini tank full of holes.

>>30621648
>maintain the facade

>>30621648
>-Maintain the facade.
No need to go spilling our guts until we know she already knows.

>>30621648

No seriously Gid, Just what are we supposed to be lying about here?

>>30621905
Tell her the truth is revealing what you are when you explain how you survived fighting a Mini-Tank with just a revolver.

Maintain the facade is keeping up the appearence of being human by editing the story so that being badly wounded means you were clipped by light machinegun rounds, not taking a chest full of 12.7mm bullets.

>>30621960
>Tell her the truth is revealing what you are when you explain how you survived fighting a Mini-Tank with just a revolver.

Something like that really needs a bigger prompt.

>>30621648

Fuck this >>30621769
Use
>Maintain the facade.

>>30621710
Remember back in our first meeting with her?

When we revealed our atomic heart? She knows we are a cyborg since day 1.

>>30621960
>The truth.

She has modified eyes. She can see. We can't keep this under wrap forever.

She will trust us more if we tell her the truth. She may even start to like her cyborg daughter.

>>30622195
Did we? I'll check the archive. I though we just admitted to being a trained operative.

>>30622233
And that we are going into heavy fighting. I do not think she will miss it the second time around.

Explaining it then would be even worse. Damage control people.

>>30622195
No we didn't.

>Maintain The Façade

You pull back your coat to reveal the Cannon holstered at your side an Rebecca's eyes widen marginally before she holds out her hand, "May I see that?"

You hand over the weapon and she inspects it, "This is a big gun, the lack of recoil compensation means you would miss every shot after the first if you tried to fire it all at once."

She hands it back to you, eyes sharp, "Not only that, those are different clothes. You got injured."

You nod, "I was clipped by some machinegun bullets while taking it down. My clothes were ruined, but the wounds were minor."

"Did you get them treated?" She asks, and you detect a hint of worry. How nice!

You nod again, "I found a safehouse while I was investigating my past, it had medical supplies I used to patch myself up."

She stares at you for a moment, before nodding, "Anything in regards to the job?"

You nod, expression becoming serious, "Ian and the others may not be entirely willing to go through with this. I need to go deep cover to find out more though."

Rebecca nods, "Do it. You know how to do a dead-drop?" At your nod, she gives you a picture with GPS coordinates on the back, "Use this for the drops, and if you need to, pass on messages."

You nod, "Understood." She smiles and lets you go to your room. You hear her making a phone call as you enter.

You quickly arrange your gear and clothing for tomorrow before changing into your pyjamas for the night.

You look over at the laptop and the Neural Core on your desk, before pulling out the Safehouse Flash Drive from the pocket of your clothes.

-Access the Neural Core.
-Access the Safehouse Flash Drive
-Get some sleep

>>30621648
>-Tell her the truth.
she will find out at some point anyway it will be easier if we just tell her

>>30622299

>Mom was not pleased to know you'd live with a 60-kiloton cold fusion bomb in your chest, but she understood the need as you step forward, ...

The mom here, in context of the thread, appears to be Rebecca, but I am not certain it is not our mom.

>>30622331
Flash drive.

And for the love of God, destroy it after we review it.

>>30622331
>access the Safehouse flash drive

still very wary of accessing that neural core here at the house and with the computer we seem to want to keep. I suggest we get a cheap computer and go to the outskirts of town to access it.

>>30622334
Next time, we will vote in force to do it.

If we admit to who we are, mommy will actually be less inclined to think we are yandere. After all, have you ever heard of a yandere cyborg before? Not a cold calculating cyborg, but a yandere emotional one?

>>30622376
it was definitely referring to our mom.

>>30622427
And cut off wifi.

>>30622437
with these dumbass fucktard anons we will never tell her and when, not if when, she finds out they will bitch like the worthless cunts that they are.

>>30622498
We just need to persuade them. We can test the water by finding out her reaction to other cyborg like humans.

I have half a mind to go into her room after she is done and ask about stories from the battle generation, especially any cyborgs. Say that we encountered Morag Tong today and thought she could be a cyborg.

>>30622498
Sure, let's just up and tell her we're an android now. Seems like a perfectly great plan that will in no way back fire to me.
So long as we can plausibly deny it, we should.

>>30622448
Ahhh I see. Thanks anon!

>Access the Safehouse Flash Drive with wifi off.

You boot up your laptop and once logged in, plug in the Safehouse Flash Drive. Immediately a folder window opens up with a set of video files.

-PLAY THIS FIRST!
-Unknown Signals
-Access Codes
-Project Nyx
-Project Gorgon
-Project Prometheus

Which one should you watch first?

>>30622437
She doesn't suspect we are yandere right now. She just thinks we are in love with Ian thanks to him saving us. Outing our selves as a cyborg will totally alter her view of us. Does she even think robot are humans, let alone worthy of marrying her son? Also a cyborg showing the emotion and free will we have shown will be suspicious. She might think we have been ordered to infiltrate by the corp that owns us. I assume cyborgs don't tend to wander around and make decisions on their own.

>>30622656
...
>PLAY THIS FIRST

>>30622656
>-Access Codes

The PLAY THIS FIRST file probably fries the drive.

>>30622656
-PLAY THIS FIRST!

>>30622711
or not playing it first could fry the drive. with our hacker sister, we don't know

>>30622683
That is why we test the water first. Get her opinion about cyborgs by discussing battle generation who went full cyborg.

>>30622711
It is left by our sister.

If there is one person we could trust, it would be them. Family is the most important thing.

They have been looking after us, guarding us for the last few months. If she wants to screw us over, we would have been screwed way before this.

>>30622656
-PLAY THIS FIRST!
......you would be surprised how many people don't do this step first.

>PLAY THIS FIRST!

You open the video file and immediately you see Mom, sitting at a table in a concrete bunker. She seems frazzled but the smile on her face is bright and confident.

"If you're watching this, then you're one of the Golems I helped to make. I know you must have questions, you must want to meet me, but that can't happen. Not without this being done first."

She holds up a device that looks like a small speaker and presses a button. A low tone emits from it.

Instantly you clutch your head, doing your very best not to scream!

Roll 1d100 to maintain your composure, best roll out of 3!

Rolled 55

>>30622845
Scream anyway

Rolled 23

>>30622845

Rolled 41

>>30622845

>>30622869
>>30622885
>>30622896

We are fucked.

Why mommy. Why.

Or did she remove the yandere programming?

>>30622908
And we attracted the attention of everyone in the house.

>>30622927
possibly not. it is a low tone, so it's possible that only we can hear it. Infrasound

>>30622979
I meant the scream. But I trust in mommy. She probably did it to remove a mechanism to harm us.

>>30623066
well, 55 might have been enough to succeed. or to at least muffle it.

>Roll: 55

A pained whimper escapes your lips before the tone ends and you recover with a pained gasp, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry if that hurt you, but it was necessary. Nathaniel inserted hundreds of back-door kill-codes that would turn you into a suicide weapon if you ever saw me physically, but I was able to find a way to use your own auto-recovery systems to purge the codes."

Her smile turns regretful, "As you likely found out, it is extremely painful, as your systems purge the code using the data transmitted by the ultrasonic tone I just broadcast."

She puts the device somewhere out of sight, "You're free of the codes now. Don't be afraid to come find me, without those codes, Nathaniel's hold over you is greatly lessened."

The video ends and you go for another video file.

-Unknown Signals
-Access Codes
-Project Nyx
-Project Gorgon
-Project Prometheus

>>30623107
nyx

>>30623107
Access codes
Then
Projects
Then unknown signal.

>>30623107
-Unknown Signals

mama is just being careful. at least get got those bad codes out of us.

>Unknown Signals

You open the file to find a man sitting at a table, as if giving a briefing.

You don't recognise him as he begins speaking, "We've identified a number of signals originating from locations in Moscow. We don't know the source of these signals, but what little we have intercepted indicate that these are covert communications, heavily encrypted."

He shifts and brings a plastic evidence bag into view, and your eyes widen as you spot a Black Plug in it.

The man begins speaking again, "At three of the sites, we've located these unknown devices. Their design is not recognisable as anything manufactured to date and they are fitted with sophisticated anti-tampering mechanisms. We have found out that they broadcast an identification code constantly, but we have no idea as to the intended recipient of this code, or their location."

He looks back at the screen, "If you find more of these objects, be certain to secure them intact, so we can continue studying them for any clue as to their purpose."

The video ends and the only thing you note regarding that man is that he's wearing a US Four-Star Air Force General's uniform.

You move to choose the next video.

-Access Codes
-Project Nyx
-Project Gorgon
-Project Prometheus

>>30623383
We are American are we not?

Haha. Our choice all these threads ago made a difference.

Access code.

>>30623383
Nyx

>>30623383
access codes

>>30623383
-Access Codes
probably need this to access the rest of the files maybe?
>>30623487
Our Qm really thought this out alright. well played and better planed.

>Access Codes

You open the Access Codes video file and are greeted with a black screen, before they begin to flash in front of your eyes.

-Air Defences: 9878552

-Elevators: 9987782

-Security Door Override: 9638854

-Armoury: 0014753

-Executive Residences: 5587623

-Core Access: 7895777

The video ends and you blink. Well, that was...underwhelming, but then it was labelled correctly.

You decide to open the Project Nyx video file to see what is inside.

The same US Air Force General greets you, "If you are watching this, then the primary operation has been compromised. You therefore must continue onwards to your secondary objectives."

A picture appears of a sleek helicopter, "We have reason to believe the the Red Chinese have finished work on what can only be called a flying stealthed tank. The 'Nyx' as NATO is calling it, is believed to be Red China's attempt to duplicate the Russian 'Vampire' and then exceed it. As far as Langley and Norfolk are concerned, they've succeeded."

An image of a location in Kazahkstan appears, "We know that the Red Chinese are conducting covert tests, but all field assets have been able to confirm is the location of the tests, not the aircraft itself. It is therefore of the highest priority that the Nyx be confirmed and if possible captured. If not, it must be destroyed and all research data with it, to deny the Red Chinese this new aircraft."

The General shifts, "I've been assured that you are capable of enacting the necessary aerial recon work in order to find and destroy the Nyx. Good luck, we expect great things of Project Golem."

What?

You open the file for Project Prometheus and the General appears again.

"Hello, and if you are watching this, then the operation has been compromised. As such, you are re-assigned to locate and destroy Project Prometheus."

(Cont.)

An image of a man appears, no-one you recognise as the General continues, "This is Doctor Julian Eckhart, one of the finest genetic researchers in the world, and the man who pioneered Single General Enhancement Procedures. For years he has been in hiding, but Langley has confirmed that he is now in Moscow, and he has been busy."

A blurry photo of some kind of lab is now shown, "These drone images show Eckhart has established a lab in Germany, using the ruins of an old World War 2 Flak Tower as a cover. This underground lab is currently being used to artificially grow humans that have the same genetic enhancements as the Battlefield Generation. This must be stopped."

The General appears again, "Nothing must survive. Destroy the lab and kill Doctor Eckhart, before his 'New Prometheus' can be deployed or sold to the highest bidder."

The video ends and you are still confused. What the hell is all this?

You open the video file for Project Gorgon and watch the General reappear.

"If you are watching this, then the operation has been compromised. Therefore, you are being re-assigned to deal with Project Gorgon."

An image appeared of a large building, "This is the United Nation's headquarters for their Watch Dogs organisation. For weeks, we have been in contact with a covert asset who has informed us that rogue elements are going to release a suspected self-evolving adaptive virus known as Gorgon into the Web. If released, it would allow the Watch Dogs total information control, and render all current cyber-security procedures useless."

The General's face reappeared, "We cannot allow that to happen. Your mission will be to launch a counter-hack operation and prevent Gorgon from being release. Coordinate with the asset to destroy all electronic and physical traces of Gorgon."

(Cont.)

The video ends and you lean against the wall, confused about what you have just watched.

Why did the hacker sister give you these files? Are they related to you in some way?

The mystery of your past just keeping getting more complicated and confusing, with little answers for your questions.

You remain sitting, looking at the video files, and for once, you wish your life was simpler.

(And that's Part 14! Part 15 will be up Saturday 9:00AM, GMT+10! Next time, going deep cover, and another encounter with Hacker-Troll sis!)

>>30624190
thanks for running, Gideon, it was fun

just spent the night catching up. good stuff

>>30624190
aaaand I just caught up. damn.

So it started with Project Golem.
First or one of the first missions was Nyx, where Eckhart betrayed everyone or otherwise revealed himself.
Next was Prometheus with Gorgon as secondary?

>>30624190
Thanks for running