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>>1270580

So...
Was it BLACK MEN...
Or Black PEOPLE?
Maybe it was Black CREATURES?

There are a lot of black things in this world.

If it truly were black people, do want to get involved? The Negro-magic is not to be trifled with. Trash knows her shit.

It's nice to see we are back in business. This is our final choice then? In terms of people.

>>1270593
Nope! Just a test team Roomba and Trash put together to test the Friend. There's still a few interviews to be done, namely Trash's, Bravado's, and the Inked Knight's.

>>1270580
"Shot? With what? An what did these guys look like? Are they some faction among the surface dwellers?"

Give Legs a decent look over (heh), depressed breathing? Any puncture wounds?

>>1270593
AFAIK our only available choices really.

"Shot? With what? And what did those guys look like?" Toast gives up looking at you, opting
to look at Legs instead. "Are they some faction among the surface dwellers?"

"Well, I... I can't say," the butler's voice falters. "Oh as to with what was he shot with? Ah,
well..." you kinda see this one coming. "..I can't say. Neither."

You give the man a look; he's breathing loudly.

"Nielly?"

"No signs of injury whatsoever," and the dEKE was only recently deactivated. You recall Vaal
saying something about FEMA liquid not being healthy for lungs, and that's the thing dEKE
need to breathe.

Nope, nope, nope; old as he may be, Legs seems as healthy as the hornmother. Who
seems to not be napping as she's hiding behind Roomba. From you. She tugs the little Fake's
sleeve, who kneels, and after some whispering, she rushes out of the room.

The toaster stands. "I'll be leaving you in charge of operations for now." As she walks
behind you feel a gentle squeeze in your arm barely over the elbow. "Be right back!"

The door closes. You turn to Hat and Legs and walk into Hat's range of view.

"Such an odd, charming gal. Is she the maid?"

>>1270674

Well... he's not entirely wrong there, now is he?

>>1270674
"Maid, boss, something... So you've got exactly nothing you can say about these guys? No details about what happened? And just long can this guy nap for?"

>>1270730
"Maid, boss, something..." You shrug. Fuck if I know. "So you've got exactly nothing you can
say about these guys? No details about what happened?"

"We were on our way towards the surface when I heard a loud band over our ship," Hat says. "I
told the good man to get his shields on and weapon, and he did. Then when the ramp was
blown open, Wallace shot and shot and shot until he was out of bullets... before they came
inside the ship." The Hat allows himself a meaningful moment of silence. "And when they
did... I think they shot the man because that's when he fell on his back. But I got to see their
faces, and you know what I've seen?" The Hat pauses again, this time for drama effect.
"NIGGERS. Damn. NIGGERS." You wait it up; it's not over yet. "Anyway I couldn't get a good
look on their faces but those were black, very damn black, my good lady."

You nod, only once, and only just that much. It's not awfully specific, and he forgot one part.
"We found him sitting in front of the cockpit as if he had fallen asleep."

"My humblest apologies, ma'am, I seem to skip some details," the Hat says. "Since Wallace
fell over his back I couldn't get 'nother look at them, next thing they sit him back to his chair,
blew something up and left us to rot."

Not exactly helpful anyway but whatever, that's the full story. You don't even nod. Your crimson
eyes stray towards Legs, the old man taking in almost half the air of the room into his chest.
Luckily, you don't need to breathe. "And just long can this guy nap for?"

"Do you mean for how long?" The hat asks. "A sound sleeper, this one."

Seems there's not much more to do here, at least for now. And judging by the automatic broadcast warning, it seems someone just got back into the ship.

>>1270831
"So what your saying is he fought them, ran out of ammo, and then got his ass knocked out through his dEKE. If so I wanna meet these guys just so I can steal their tech.

That broadcast is probably Trash and Vaal back with Preah. 'Singing in the rain' my ass."

Let's go see what they dragged out of the water then. Or see who decided to pay us a visit maybe?

>>1270882

"Is something the matter?" the hat asks, likely because of the way the broadcast got you
looking at the door.

Yet you turn to the hat. "So what you're saying is, he fought them, ran out of ammo, and then
got his ass knocked out though his dEKE. If so I wanna meet these guys just so I can steal
their tech."

"That would be a fancy way to put it, ma'am," the hat says, then sighs like a hat would. "He
ran out of bullets before our assailants even came inside the ship. Not much of a fight, I
must say. As for what got my good man into this night... well, I cannot say."

Pretty fucking useful. "That broadcast is probably Trash and Vaal back with Preah,
another member of our team," you almost bark, as you walk towards the automatic door.
"'Singing in the rain' my ass," you grumble. The door opens.

----------------------------- =O! -------------------------------


You walk lean from the aisle, but, turns out, it's almost exactly what you expected. Trash and
Vaal are taking wet clothes off in the main lobby of the ship, which is maybe eight feet at most
under the cockpit. Which is from where Roomba is coming from though the side
stairway, carrying a big tray of food with both hands.

Something bites your neck, startling you and, unexpectedly, drawing a faint moan from your
audio device. It feels weird.

Slowly, you look down; there's blue hair flowing through your arm and you can't see your
shoulder..

>>1270989
"... What the fuck Preah. And how the fuck did the needle-noggin's even program that?Like I'm _almost_ not mad. That's impressive given my sense of touch."

Ignore Preah and start filling in Trash and Vaal on the story. "Seems they heard some noise, Hat told Legs to arm up, and they both went out to fight, run into some black guy, Legs runs out of ammo then gets knocked out with his dEKE still on, then they dropped him back off in the pilots seat, blew something up, and fucked off. Legs still isn't awake, which is impressive given the ATRT yo-yo trick we pulled, and it seems they're both scavengers. Wonder how much loot got stolen then? And what do we plan to do with them from here Toast?"

>>1271085

First, there's silence. Second... giggles all around. "What the fuck, Preah," you say,
/calmly/, while slowly turning to your side. The Arma's eyes meet yours while she's still biting
your neck. Eyes still fixed on yours, she doesn't let go. And as you look ahead, Vaal is
covering her mouth hard. "And how the fuck did the needle noggin's even program that? Like,
I'm_almost_not mad." You look at the Toast. Even if her face is almost hidden by the tray
and her hair, it's too obvious she's blushing. "That's impressive given my sense of touch."

You soon are surrounded by couches and pillows as you enter the main lobby dragging
Preah with you, the Arma's feet sweeping the floor. While Vaal is looking
elsewhere and smiling like a retard, Trash is simply giving you a little grin.

"Seems they heard some noise, Hat told Legs to arm up, and they both went out to fight, run
into some black guy, Legs runs out of ammo, then gets knocked out with his dEKE still on,
then they dropped him back off in the pilot's seat, blew something up, and fucked off".
Efficient, cut, and clear. "Legs still isn't awake, which is impressive given the ATRT yo-o-"

"ATTR, yup". Trash nods.

You raise an eyebrow. "It's impressive that Legs still isn't awake given the ATTR yo-yo
trick we pulled, and it seems they're both scavengers."

By now, both Roomba and Vaal are laughing her asses off behind Trash, the later's almost
drowning Toast's. Even Trash can't help but give a little grin, her eyes sparking a bit. Yet
when the templar looks at you it's in her usual blankness. "If there is something that's clearly
fucked up is that they knocked a guy wearing a dEKE. That's impossible," she raises a finger.
"Im-fucking-possible, given all I know about AD's. Nielly, that shit's so hard, even Preah
can't break it in one hit."

"Iuh chan," your neck says.

"Hmm," Trash scratches her hair, "this is actually heavy shit. The Second usually kills off
the scavengers when they decide to work for themselves, that they want to eat their own
food." Trash does look concerned, even despite Vaal and Roomba's retarded outbreak right
behind her. "I can see why they'd left the old guy's dEKE on, they tried their best to make
this look like an accident... but how?"

"And I wonder how much loot got stolen, then," you add, pensively. Finally, you look past Trash's
shoulder. "And what do we plan to do with them from here, Toast?"

Hmm... She doesn't seem to have noticed.

>>1270989

So wait...
Is... Is Nielly...
A masochist?
Is this the hidden protocol?

>>1271548
Keep pacing the room until Preah has had her fun, she'll get bored and drop off like a leach eventually.

"That's exactly what I was wondering too, how the fuck did Legs end up unconscious? Either the guy is narcoleptic or they've got done tech that I'd love to get my hands on. I assume Toasty-Blankey will be useless until my neck tumor falls off so is just you and me and maybe my tumor if she can speak clearly with a mouth full of my neck. This whole thing is weird as fuck Beans. Ideas?"

>>1271582
If she is then she's a sado-masochist.

>>1271661

You don't even anything, as you stare at Toast grabbing onto Vaal as if for dear life.

"That's exactly what I was wondering too," you look at Trash, still dragging the Arma as you
pace around the room. "How the fuck did Legs end up unconscious? Either the guy is
narcoleptic or they've got done tech that I'd love to get my hands on."

"Beats me, this time," Trash says as she shrugs. "Maybe we shouldn't dig too deep into
this one, especially if they have that kind of tech."

Her eyes stray from you to your shoulder, and, for the first time, you notice just how absolutely
black those are. This templar literally lacks irises; it's only black and white in there.

You look past her. "I assume Toasty-Blankey will be useless until my neck tumor falls off so
its just you and me and maybe my tumor if she can speak clearly with a mouth full of my
neck."

"Hihe," your neck says.

"This whole thing is weird as fuck, Beans," you say, then stop to look at her. "Ideas?"


Trash's eyes get fixed on your shoulder again. "Hey, cut that out." You feel lighter as Preah
falls limply into the ground. She then stands, as if nothing. The templar's eyes wander up as if
searching for answers in her brain. "Talking here would be a waste if we can do it in front of the
hat. It was there, maybe we can get something out of it." The very instant Trash starts turning
around Vaal assumes a full military position,
hand in forehead included. She looks dead serious while Roomba just hangs from her arm.
"Lesbians, go to the ship. Check if there's anything we missed."

"No," Vaal answers. She turns around and heads for the hangar, and after watching her
leave Roomba soon follows at her own pace.

Then Trash sighs. "Toasty isn't ready for this shit".

(Cont!)

And as the door opens in front of you, wala! Legs looks at you from the bed. You look
into his eyes and notice a pattern; they are black and white without irises.

He looks at you, then at Trash, then at Preah. Clearly, he's shaking.

>>1271730
"Relax. We saved your ass and fixed your ship. Roomba's call center, teaching the world love and kindness or some shit like that. Trash and Tumor here (gesture appropriately) aren't here as a show of force, but simply are representative of the kind of people we need on hand to pull off this kind of warm and fuzzy crap without getting robbed and/or murdered. Trust me, if we wanted to be intimidating you'd know. Anyways If you'd be so kind we're rather curious about who attacked you and how the fuck you ended up falling asleep with your dEKE still active... And can I see your hat for a moment?"

I'm thinking Hat is full of shit. Makes no sense to fuck up a ship, leaving it obviously raided, but putting the pilot back in place like he fell asleep.

And he ran out of ammo before they boarded? This sounds unlikely. What kind of weapon does Wallace/Legs use?

He bolts up at once but stops at your open palm.

"Easy, boy! She's a good one," the hat says.

A white beard and a white mustache under white hair; must suck being a rotting meat-bag.
His eyes darting from face to face, the man slowly rests his back against the wall, half his
body still hidden under blankets.

"Relax," you start. "We saved your ass and fixed your ship. Roomba's call center, teaching
the world love and kindness or some shit like that."

"Amen," Trash says behind you.

You step to the side and bend a hand over your shoulder towards your team. "Trash and Tumor
aren't here as a show of force, but simply are representative of the kind of people we need on
hand to pull off this kind of warm and fuzzy crap without getting robbed and/or murdered."

"If I may-"

"Trust me," you ignore the hat, "if we wanted to be intimidating you'd know." And even as you
don't talk to let it, nobody says a word to that. Hmm. "Anyways, if you'd be so kind we're
rather curious about who attacked you and how the fuck you ended up falling asleep with your
dEKE still active... And can I see your hat for a moment?"

"If I may, young lady..." the hat asks.

"By all means," says Trash as she steps next to you.

"Our friend here Wallace is not a man of many lights anymore since the years blew those
away as with anyone. Let's just say I do most of the talking for him... along most of the
thinking, at times."

"At how many times?" Yet the tone of Trash's voice sounds defeated enough to feel like that
isn't even a question.

"Chap, introduce yourself properly. Quickly now."

"I'm the Batman." He stretches a hand towards you; you take it after Trash kicks your heel.

"We've been over this, Wallace. You are not Batman."

"Oh," the man says, his eyes still wandering towards each of your faces.

And just as a faint smile starts dressing his lips, his face goes from pale to white. The
man stays there. Frozen. Slowly sliding towards the bed. All of you look at him in awe
(maybe even Preah, but who knows) and, with the same rythm, you both turn towards the now
open door, towards where Wallace was last looking.

It's Roomba and her usual tray of warm goodies. She's looking at the man, and nobody
breaks the silence. The Fake gently leaves the tray over the small desktop next to the
entrance, then walks up to him.

"Mister?" she asks. "Are you... is he okay?"

You pull her aside and check his pulse in the neck. It's faint; yet still there.

And after a while, the hat speaks. "W-what did you ladies even did to him?!"

Trash looks at you; after a moment that feels like hours, she shrugs wildly.

I'm getting the feeling that there's a link between them, and the old man's cognitive decay is affecting the Hat.

Something on the ship blew out, he started hallucinating and locked up. Hat's getting the backlash and filling in the details from someone who's dreaming at times, but still awake.

>>1271853
"Old fellow introduced himself as 'The Batman', had a similar brick-shitting reaction seeing the three of us, I figured it was just a healthy sense of paranoia after waking up on a strange ship, but it seems he's jumpy around just about anyone. This is the Roomba who's got her name on this whole operation. Also known as Toast. Seems Hat does the majority of thinking between the two of them."

>>1271844
>>1271975
I think the Hat might have knocked him out itself. Why i'm asking to see it off his head, if it absolutely refuses to leave his head or doesn't want to be inspected then that's evidence supporting my theory. I wonder if the southern witch apostle's hat is this smart?

Of course, it's you that breaks the silence. "Old fellow introduced himself as 'The Batman', had
a similar brick-shitting reaction seeing the three of us, I figured it was just a healthy sense of
paranoia after waking up on a strange ship, but it seems he's jumpy around just about anyone."

"That he is, young ma'am, but never did I see him startled to this degree! The man has
fainted!" the butler inside that hat is clearly shouting at you. "I may have to request yet
once more, diligently, that you tell me what endeavors did you force upon him!"

Trash grabs your shoulder, you close your mouth. "You were there all the ride with him,
and trust me when I say all your best shots are about believing in us." She gets a hand behind
Roomba's back and pushes her forward just a bit roughly. "This is the Roomba who's got her
name on this whole operation."

"Also known as Toast," you add.

The hat pauses a bit, perhaps to process."What? Is the maid the head of
operations around here?!" Roomba giggles a bit, nodding. "Well this /baffles/ me!"

"Believe it or not, she's the reason you aren't drowning or getting fucked though that hole by
some guy on the surface," Trash states. "We are all good guys here, it's your friend that's a
box full of surprises."

"Manners, young lady."

"Oh, come on." Trash smirks at the hat.

The hat doesn't reply, and some silence shrouds the room again. Maybe it's measuring
each and every one of your bones; that's what Fakes do to make a call.

Yet, you won't give it the chance. "May I formally request to remove you from your
partner's skull, fine sir?" you ask, even bowing a little.

The hat doesn't reply. It's kinda hard (even for you) to react to something that has no
expression at all.

Yet finally it speaks; "Well you may. Do."

You nod, then take the hat from the slumbering, simple man. Nothing happens. On a hunch, you
wear it.

"Slytherin," it says.

"Oooooh, it's hacking your brains." You really forgot Preah was there.

Yet you feel nothing over your head.

"Hmm..." This time it's the Toast; she seems to have a bright idea. "Maybe we should wait until
he wakes up again."

"Nielly is a Witch," Preah says.

Trash sighs loudly. "Let's just land this fucking ship already."

>>1272125
"You were made to control and influence organics, weren't ya? But as your partner got older and you failed to get maintenance you both got... insane."

>Take off the hat.

"What we have here is two old guys who need an urgent visit to the doctor. Although I don't know if letting one of my fathers fix the hat would be a good idea. And do we even have someone who can treat organic dementia or whatever it is?"

>>1272125
"Magic is bullshit. I'll stick with Physics thanks. Anyways Hat, how are you aging? Been awhile since your last tune up?"

May as well put him back after we've taken a look at the inside of it. I assumed Atma is already landing the ship.

>>1274014

"Magic is bullshit." You almost glare at Preah, the Arma maintaining her usual weird little grin.
"I'll stick with Physics, thanks. Anyway, Hat, how are you aging?" you say, as you take it off
and have a look inside. Oddly enough, it's entirely empty- only a cone of dark leather in
front of your eyes. You lit them up to no avail, the dark leather is now just brown leather.

"This is slightly embarrassing," the hat admits.

"So? What is it?" Trash gets her head next to yours, and you point the insides of the hat in
her direction to keep her away. Her eyebrows frown as she looks at it. "Not a brain-washing
parasite, then. I'm lost."

The words "I take offense to that" come echoing from inside the hat.

"I don't care. No manners, remember?" In one fluid, fancy spin, Trash turns and walks out of
the room. "Guess we are stuck until Simple Man here wakes from his second nap," you
hear Trash say before the door falls behind her.

You place the hat back over Wallace's white hair. "How long until Atma lands this thing?"
you turn to the toaster.

"Something like two hours... according to her," Roomba does a Roomba; hand behind head,
eyes closed, and smile. "I wonder If I scared him." And while none of you noticed Preah had
left the room as well.

You look at the Hat, and then at Toast; she smiles widely at you, getting both hands behind
her back. Her smile remains even as silence deepens.

...so what now?

>>1274084
"I'm pretty sure a cardboard cutout of the flip-flop fuckers would have startled him Toast. Anyways, if he's out and we're out of thing to get done before landing then I'm going to go fix up whatever marks Preah left in my neck. I would have called her a vampire, but that sounds cool enough to encourage her. Tumor doesn't fit my Toast based naming scheme though... Anyways, unless you have something for me I'll be in the shop."

I assume I've already patched over the holes I made in the outer hull of the wings, if not I should go do that first. From the thickness of it I assume it relies on it's EKE to hold up against the pressure of the water... that's some scary shit right there. Probably don't have time to do it as well, but amusing idea number 1 to implement: a quick release arm socket, and backup batteries to keep it running for a bit while detached. Nothing like being able to rip off your arm and smack someone with it for shock and/or comedy value!

>>1274084

"Either the hat is bullshit magic or nanomachines and nanomachines are fucking expensive. Should we follow the bloody golden road and find a wizard? I have no fucking clue. Hey hat do you have an user manual? All Fakes come with one. Roomba should have mine somewhere... unless the bastards went cheap and so is digital. I should look into it in my system later. Hey do we have any those funny lights to see invisible stuff? Maybe the manufacturer name is hidden in the hat somewhere. Wizards can't help but to mark anything they build and Fake manufacturers tend to love butt stamps. I wonder were mine is, anyone here wants to see me eithout clothes while I look for my stamp?"

Well, for starters: "I'm pretty sure a cardboard cutout of the flip-flop fuckers would have startled
him, Toast," you tell the glorified toaster, who just nods as she keeps on smiling. "Anyways, if
he's out and we're out of things to get done before landing then I'm going to go fix up
whatever marks Preah left in my neck."

Roomba so close to you that you almost feel her glasses touching your neck. As her eyes lit,
you stay as still as possible.

"I don't see any marks," she says, looking at your eyes from below. Then giggles as she
barely steps away. "She does that to everyone she has met at least once. Never take her to
heart," Roomba shakes her head. "Preah likes to feel people up, to test their reactions. Trust
me, she doesn't bite... metaphorically, haha!"

You step away, drawing a little face from her. "I would have called her a vampire, but that
sounds cool enough to encourage her," you rumble. "Tumor doesn't fit my Toast based
naming scheme, though... Anyways," you shrug, "unless you have something for me I'll be in the
shop."

Roomba nods. "Go have fun."

You exit the room.

(Cont!)

The workshop, of course, is still too big for how little you have to fill it with. Thanks to the
Wings, though, today is an exception, and there was still room enough, in the end, to pile all of
the hover-crafts almost on top of each other in a corner. Yet, you got your space, and since the
Wings is fixed you got time, and that's what matters.

-----------------------------:O!---------------------------------

Atma enters the workshop-hangar, and her face quickly distorts as she looks at you holding
your own arm. And she keeps on staring at it as you slowly, without the slightest rush, put it
back together in place. With that very arm, you open a palm towards her form below.

"Tttrash calls... um, I came at a bad time, didn't I?" The time templar had to force that first word
out, but she's already laughing nervously.

"Not at all," you smile back at her, sharply. That gets her silent. "Is Legs's brain-monkey already
running in its wheel?"

"In a manner of speech," she says, nodding frantically at you with wide eyes. "You can stay
if you are busy, I'll tell her for you."

"I know I can," you say, still smiling, as you walk towards her. Atma steps to the side and
is soon following as you walk towards the central elevator. You press the button next to the glass
door, step behind, and the elevator is soon singing its way down towards you. Once there it
opens automatically, and both you and Atma step inside. The door closes.

It's a silent rise... until Atma tugs your sleeve and asks one thing, as you look at her: "D-do
you like cats?!" Hmm, forced words again. Yet she does seem excited.

>>1275860

"Yes, but I am not getting into a cat costume unless everyone else does. Plus I am wuite sure there is a gamg or something with the cat theme going on."

>>1270580
Autistic drivel

>>1275860
"I seem to have some memory of a small grey cat. I can't recall ever disliking it, so you could say that I like at least one cat then. I'm sure as hell not wearing any cat ears though, but I doubt that's what you're after... I'm going to guess that you've found one on the ship? Toast would be a better person to fawn over it with if so."

testing

Rolled 9, 11 - 1 = 19 (2d20 - 1)