>>1505824
If you haven't read last thread but would like to read it, I recommend this pastebin.
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I edited the mistakes, and fixed the formatting. Should be much more readable.

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The Story So Far:

The peacemakers had been out of the city fighting on the front all week, and so that week you’ve been mugged seven times.

While waiting for the hyper-rail to take you to your building you witnessed a gunfight between two employees of rival beverage companies. You didn’t get involved, but instead caught the train home.

You and your friend Claire (who is also your assistant) finally arrived at your building. You had hoped to relax with a delicious meal at your friend Glens restaurant.
But your world became even more chaotic soon after.

While eating, a huge explosion knocked over your entire building. Arming yourself with a fire ax and a meat cleaver, you, Clair, and Glen all entered the hellscape outside. Claire was armed with her handgun.

You made a plan, to get to the place of your employment: The Firm.

Your luck began to look up when you found an occupied elevator. Claire hacked it open with her tablet.

But the luck didn’t hold. The occupant was armed with a carbine, and tried to mug you for the eighth time that week.

A fight ensued, and a gunshot broke some of your ribs through your bulletproof vest. Worse, a bullet lodged in your shoulder.

You threw the cleaver into the man’s arm, but it wasn’t enough and you were smacked in the head by butt of his gun right afterwards.

You lost consciousness as you saw Glen come in with a tackle. Glen saved you by tackling the man, but got the cleaver lodged in his own arm during the struggle.

You still wanted to get to The Firm, in part now because of its medical facilities, but with injuries there was no way you would make it on foot.

Claire looked through maps of the building and found an emergency room.

After you promised to buy Glen a new arm later, the three of you left the man in the locked elevator.

Claire hacked open the back panel of the elevator and you all walked ‘up’ the elevator shaft on foot.

The smell of gas forced you to make a quick escape through a side door. The three of you reached safety, but you had to leave a catatonic Glen behind.

You and Claire eventually reached the emergency room, but found that it was guarded by a two-meter-tall android. The android demanded to have Claire’s tablet, and gave you two minutes to comply.

You decided to hack the android, but it proved to be no easy task.

Wounded and exhausted you distracted the android with everything you had, and nearly lost your life for doing so.

But in the end Claire’s hacking skills won out, and you were spared a violent death.

>>1505838
You awake in in darkness, freezing. You must have passed out after the fight with that android.

Your upper body is covered with a pile of ice. You struggle to sit up, and force your sore body to do so.

Your ribs ache and you assume some are broken, but manage to right yourself. Some of the ice falls to the floor in the process, but once you are upright, the lights flicker on.

You find yourself sitting on a surgical table that’s wet from melted ice. You clothing has been removed from the waist up and feel bandages on your wounded shoulder. You see a message written on the wall in marker.

“Go to mech bay”

You plop down from your perch on the table and do as the message says. You enter the hallway and it lights up as well. A short walk down it rewards you with a map of the complex, and after finding the mechanical bay you go back the way you came.

You reach it after a short walk and the doors slide open to allow you entrance. Inside you are greeted by the sight of the android who earlier tried to kill you. It sits in a repair module, thin robotic arms making repairs to its various broken parts.

“This one has been instructed to relay a message. The message is as follows: Claire has left to collect Glen and will return shortly. This one has contacted her to tell her of your awakening. How may this one be of assistance?”

“So, are you like an A.I. or a robot, or what?”

“Query is nonsensical. This one is a limited artificial intelligence, as well as a robotic.”

“I see. How long has Claire been gone? How long until she returns. Can I speak with her?”

“She has been gone for twelve minutes, thirty-four seconds, 15 milliseconds. Return unknown, variable of Glens collection prevents extrapolation of data. This one is capable of transmitting real time communication.”

“Command: begin real time communication with Claire.” The android’s eye flashes purple for a brief moment and you take a step back.

“Command registered. Opening line.”

Claire’s voice comes from the android. “Mike! I’m so glad you woke up. I was so worried about you. I’m almost at the spot we left Glen.”

“You’re the best Claire, I’ll wait here for you.”

“Talk to you when I get back. I have to steer this thing and the autopilot doesn’t have any of this damage mapped.”

>Talk to the android. (Saying what.)
>Search for useful loot. (Anything specific?)
>Try to contact The Firm and tell them you will arrive sometime soon.
>Just rest until Clair returns.
>Write in.

>>1505854
>>Try to contact The Firm and tell them you will arrive sometime soon.

>>1505940
Going to start writing in 10 min if no one else votes.

>>1505854
>Talk to the android. (Saying what.)
So, what's your designation and serial number? I want to see if I can give you a nickname based off of it so I can humanize you.

>Try to contact The Firm and tell them you will arrive sometime soon.

>>1505854
Look for your clothes, or any that will fit. It might be best to look presentable when Claire gets here.

>>1506024
Going with this

>>1506024
+1

Voting closed.

Writing.

>>1505854
Things are looking up, and you decide to not be idle while waiting for Claire to return.

“Tell me your designation and serial number. I’m going to give you a nickname to humanize you using it.”

“This one’s designation is JNKX-55SK-Z2KH. This one does not require to be humanized, but will respond to a given name.”

The default voice of the android is female, but you are sure this can be changed.

What to name it?

>Write in name choice

Whatever wins will be written into the update.

Cont.

>>1506106
Jinx

>>1506106
Well, Jinx is a logical choice.

"I know you don't need to be humanized. I just want to do it."

>>1506122

Seconding this

>>1506106
I say we should name it robot

>>1506106
“I know you don’t need to be humanized, I just want to do it.”

“Jinx, locate and open a line of communications with The Firm. Transmit code M-158-3349-0157-86 when you find where to send it.”

“Attempting to comply with instructions.” Jinx’s, eye turns purple and stays that way for several seconds.

“Connection established.” The eye is now blue again, and you hear your bosses voice issue forth from Jinx this time.

“Michael, your one tough S.O.B. we thought you were dead for sure.”

“Glad to know you were all thinking of me.” He laughs at this and you hear the laughter of others in the background.

“Well you didn’t lose your sense of irony I guess. What’s your situation, you need us to send a helo your way?”

“No, I will have transportation shortly. Claire is coming around with our new medical emergency lift, long story, and I need the med bay prepped for myself and my friend Glen. He saved my life but took a meat cleaver to the arm for it.”

“Ouch! Glad that he did, though, glad he did. Wait a minute, what’s wrong with you?”

“Two shots. Chest, broken ribs. Shoulder, bullet wound. Glen likely will need amputation. Please warn the medical staff.” You here some muffled talking after you finish.

“I sent Linda to tell them. Anything else we should be made aware of before you arrive here in ‘your’ new med lift?”

“We also might have also commandeered a security droid and hacked into the system to do so.”

Silence over the line. You bite a fingernail.

“You did what?”

“I said we hacked into the system and stole security droid.”

“That’s what I thought you said. What are we going to do with you?”

“Well, I mean, I am the government.”

“That’s true. Just get back here in one piece and we will talk about it after you get out of surgery.”

“Communications have been ended. You have taken such great lengths to address this one in the manner you seem properly. This one desires to know if you prefer the designation of Michael or Mike from this one.”

>Michael.
>Mike

“Know where I can find a shirt around here?”

“This one does not.”

You sit in silence for a few minutes before the hanger of the bay opens, and a sleek med lift glides through the opening.

“Mike, get in on the other side!” Claire shouts from the driver’s seat.

“This one has completed all repairs this facility is capable of completing. Will this one be joining you?”

“I’ll have Claire open the back.”

>Get in the back with the android and Glen.
>Sit shotgun next to Claire.

>Mike
>Go sit in the back with Jinx and Glen

>>1506162
>Mike

>Get in the back with the android and Glen.

Hey, question. You said that the security bot had a female voice. Would it be a reasonable assumption to say that it's frame is feminine?

>>1506179
It's two meters tall (~6'6") and its frame has no distinguishing sexual characteristics.

It's core components can be transferred to a new casing if people want to in the future.

>>1506187
"Well, looks like my plan to have a personal robo-murder-maid has taken a major step to fruition..."

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Voting closed.

Writing.

Pic related without a human looking face is Jinx.

>>1506162
Jinx drops down from the repair module it had been attached to horizontally.

“This one will wait at the back.”

You walk over to Claire’s side of the med lift as quickly as your sore body can manage”

“It’s good to see you Claire, but I want to sit in the back with Glen and Jinx.”

“Jinx?”

“I gave our android a nickname.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Our android?”

“Your android. Can you please just pop the back open for me?”

“Sure. There was universal donner blood that I found in the back and I gave Glen a transfusion. He’s conscious but weak.”

“Thanks Claire, for everything.” She just smiles and presses the button which opens the back. The med life wobbles in the air slightly as Jinx’s heavy metal body climbs in.

You walk around to the back and Jinx helps you climb up into it. “Glen, how you feel?”

“Not so great. Why is there a security droid next to you?”

“This is Jinx. A major step towards my lifelong plan of having my own personal murder-robo-maid.”

“Am I dreaming right now?”

“I sure hope not.”

The doors swing shut on mechanical hinges and you feel the med lift rise. You feel the acceleration as Claire skillfully weaves it through the ruined halls of the building.

“You guys really did come back for me then.” He begins to sob, taking deep wheezing breaths in between incomprehensible speech.

“What are friends for, right?” The two of you share a laugh at the inside joke.

A bit later, after some quiet he speaks up again. “How did you even get a droid on your side? Shouldn’t it be trying to take this med lift back to its owner?”

“Its name is Jinx.”

“I’m not calling it that. Answer the question.”

“I distracted it and Claire hacked it. We couldn’t have gotten past it otherwise.”
“That’s crazy. No one can hack a droid.”

“Claire did.”

He falls asleep soon after and you spend the rest of the trip talking with Jinx.

“So, who is your owner?”

“My owner is Claire of Building K-128 floor 16.” Damn, she really did make it hers.

“What level of control do I have over you.”

“You have been granted full command permissions for, and administrative controls to, this one and this one’s programming.” At least she gave you that much.

“How strong of an A.I. are you?”

“This one is a limited A.I. capable of simulated emotional states and problem solving.”

You chew on this information while waiting to arrive at The Firm. In a short while you do arrive, as Jinx informs you, and the door opens soon after.

Cont.

>>1506253
You see your boss Hendrik waiting for you in the med bay. With him are two nurses and two gurneys. He’s a short man with a long gray mustache and a grim expression that doesn’t match his personality.

A nurse rushes over and Jinx helps her retrieve Glen and place him on a gurney. He’s whisked away to what is likely an impromptu surgical theater, what with all the permanent ones being on their side.

>Get things figured out immediately with your boss.
>Go straight into surgery. (Do what afterwards.)
>Write in

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Guess everyone has gone to sleep. I'm going to do the same.

I'll write up whatever vote wins and continue tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone who showed up!

>>1506256
>go straight into surgery
talking to our boss hsould be easier when we are back in good condition

>>1506527
This

>>1506256
>Get things figured out immediately with your boss.

Let's let Glen get fixed up a bit, we're still on our own two feet and our Boss might be easier on us given the condition we're in

Rolled 6, 18 = 24 (2d20)

>>1507764
Surgery then talk to Hendrik.

First dice is extent of your injuries.

Second dice is whether or not Glen needs amputation.

Writing after this.

>>1508924

That doesn't look to bad all things considered

>>1506256
The remaining nurse approaches the med lift with the gurney. “That’s OK, I’m fine to walk.”

“Sir, we are going to take you to get some scans taken, we insist you stop walking on your own to prevent any further damage.”

“Doctors orders I suppose.”

“That’s correct sir.”

Jinx helps you down from the back of the lift and you lie down on a gurney.

You’re wheeled across the wall-turned-floor and catch Hendrik waving before the doors close on the room you had left. You didn’t get a chance to talk with him or Claire, but injuries come first.

The room you’re brought into is surrounded by a temporary medical tent; blue transparent plastic sheets held together with tape.

There’s no one here with you besides the nurse. “There is a doctor, right?”

“She’s checking on your friend right now, he was deemed more critical.” She places the gurney under the hanging form of a full body scanner, a thick plate of metal and glass. She places goggles over your eyes that darken the room to blackness. “We’ll be doing a scan now.” A thin line of light invades your vision and moves slowly downwards.

It’s not your first time getting a full body scan but the experience is still unsettling and tingly. After a few minutes, it’s over and you sigh in relief. Then you feel the anesthetic mask.

You awake with the goggles still on. “We’ve cleaned you up and disinfected, the doctor was in to check on you. It looks pretty bad in both injury sites, worse than it seemed by far.”

“That’s not what I want to hear, Doc.”

“It’s still just me the nurse here, doctor Ka-“ You interrupt her.

“I know, I know, just tell me the bad news.” She removes the googles and you can see again, she holds up an illuminated X-ray of your upper body.

“You have three fractures, here, here and here, but more importantly, this rib, here,” She points them out to you on the X-ray and the last rib she pointed at is much worse than the others, “right where you were shot, has broken off. It’s a miracle you haven’t punctured a lung. The fractures we can leave to heal on their own, but we need to open you up take care of it. You have some choices on how this is done I’ll let the doctor explain when they get here.”

>Reattach with artificial bone cementation
>Replace rib with bionic component (What’s it do?)

“As for your shoulder, you were somewhat lucky. If the bullet had been two millimeters to the left it would have severed your nerve. As it is you just need to have the join replaced.”

>Regular artificial join.
>Replace with bionic component (What’s it do?)

You go into surgery a while later and come out later feeling sore, but knowing your life is no longer in danger. It’s time to pay the piper and talk with Hendrik.

>Tell him the full truth.
>Tell him the bare minimum.
>Make up a grandiose story.
>Write in

(Internet was out for my whole house, sorry. I hope it's good now. Will try shorter posts)

>>1509503
>Replace rib with bionic component (What’s it do?)
>Replace with bionic component (What’s it do?)

Can you give us an idea of possible bionic uses, are their uses dependent on the area of the body they're placed in, how advanced are we talking here?

>Tell him the full truth.

He's our boss and deserves that

>>1509539
Well tech in this setting has reached a standstill 1k years after modern time, and has been that way another 1k years.

The bionics could be whatever you want in reason.

It could be a bionic organ medical aid that produces its own stimulants and can release them into your bloodstream when fight or flight is activated.

It could be something that produces a magnetic field that will repel ferromagnetic bullets.

It could be a one shot EMP that you activate by thought, that will destroy your other implants but could save you from a life or death situation.

Anything people want really as long as its not on the softer side of Sci-fi. Like this setting has no exotic matter with anti-gravity or pressure, no FTL travel, no nano-machines, no matter conversion of heavier elements.

Rule of cool applies.

>>1509503
You exit surgery and feel much better, though you’re sure that the painkillers are mostly to thank for that. You’re allowed walk again, and so you make the trip to Hendrik’s office where you’re sure he expects you. Ladders have been placed around the complex in strategic locations that make it far easier to navigate in its sideways state.

A door shaped hole has been cut into the wall of Hendrik’s office, saving you the indignity of having to crawl through his doorway. He’s busy having two different phone conversations, switching back and forth between them.

After a few minutes, he notices your presence and sends the calls to his assistant’s line. “Michael, glad to see you up and about.”

“I’m glad myself.”

“So, let’s hear it, give me a report.”

You’ve been thinking of what to say on the way over and decided on the blunt truth. “I was mugged and that’s how we sustained our injuries.”

“What about the android and the med lift, skip to that part.”

“We decided to head to the emergency room to both do some first aid and to gain transportation. Claire and I encountered a security droid there which demanded her tablet. We needed the tablet so she hacked the droid.”

“That’s everything?”

“She had to hack into the system earlier to let us escape from a gas leak. That’s why the droid wanted her tablet.”

“I see. OK we can work with this out. We have a standard protocol for ‘commandeered’ androids, as you put it.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll comply.”

“Oh, it’s nothing that serious. Just need to transfer its core components into a shell that’s been shielded from outside sensors and will prevent detection by the system. Or we can shield the casing it already has, but we’ll need to rebuild the head, it’s too damaged.”

>Transfer Jinx’s core components into a new shell body (What’s it like?)
>Shield Jinx’s current casing and rebuild its head.

Going to leave the vote for what our new bionic rib and shoulder are open.

>>1509606

Sweet, well our rib should definitely be replaced with an implant that produces better blood cells (more oxygen to work with, better immune response, faster clotting)

The shoulder should hold the magnetic shield

>>1509830

>Shield Jinx’s current casing and rebuild its head.

>>1509830
Question. Does replacing the faceplate and chestplate count as a full shell replacement? Because I just want her to look good in a maid uniform.

>>1509830
“’Now that we have that settled, we just need to figure out what you want to do with that stolen medical lift.”

[You have 225,000 data-credits in your company account.]
>Give it a new paint-job and keep it. (Risk of reprisal if the hospital that owned it somehow finds out.)
>Sell it to a chop-shop. (+40,000 data-credits)
>Use its parts to build a new magnetic propulsion lift, recycle the leftovers. (-15,000 data-credits.)
>Have it returned to the emergency room.

“Not what I would have chosen, but moving on. We are insanely busy here since the building got hit. Ground zero was basement three, we have no idea if something was there that made it a target or if it’s was chosen just to topple this building. Evidence points to the blast coming from around 750 grams of antimatter that was smuggled in and allowed out of containment.”

“So, it was Utopia?”

“It’s possible but unlikely that Basement three was working with antimatter. We can’t say with full certainty.”

“So, where do we go from here?”

“Got a couple of jobs lined up for you that you can get to work on immediately with Claire.”

>I’d like to see Glen before that but let me hear the jobs.
>Of course, what are they?

“The legal branch here is mostly A.I. so, they’ve already filed our insurance and we are funded to move this whole operation to another building. We could use your help in the process.”

“Alright, glad to hear the insurance went through.”

“No, we have a year’s long legal battle on our hands to get our full claim, but we were given enough.”

“I wonder if A.I. got popular in that area because of the patience required. Or if they caused it in the first place.”

“No one remembers.” He’s distracted for a moment but remembers the other job he had for you.

“If you don’t want to stick around here, this is a golden opportunity to find some clients for an accountant. The city wants to finance a counter-attack on Utopia. They’re gathering funding right now in the capital building. You could hop on a hyper-rail and grab a part of the action.

“Anything else?”

“You could always check on how your clients are doing, and we could send you out to check on important clients for the firm who are still in the building.

>Help with The Firm’s move.
>Head to the capital building.
>Check on clients.

(Go ahead and just vote for whatever you want regarding the implants, Jinx, the med lift, and what we are going to do.

Vote for one or all. I'll update later and reflect everything that wins.)

>>1510105
Probably will want to do full shell replacement for that.

>>1510122
>Sell it to a chop-shop. (+40,000 data-credits)
>Of course, what are they?
>Check on clients.
>Transfer Jinx’s core components into a new shell body (What’s it like?)

Basically she's still 6'6", but the faceplate looks a porcelain version of a woman's face, and the chestplate has some feminine curves, akin to Fallout 4's Assaultron. The eye sensors still glow blue, purple and red when appropriate, and the faceplate doesn't articulate when Jinx talks. It's essentially a mask placed over her sensors to make a bit more human, but not enough to make people completely comfortable around her.

>>1510122
>Sell it to a chop-shop. (+40,000 data-credits)
>I’d like to see Glen before that but let me hear the jobs.

As long as his surgery doesn't take too long we should be fine on time

>Head to the capital building.

That's a lot of money that will be moving around the government, we should try to stick our fingers in that pie

>Transfer Jinx’s core components into a new shell body (What’s it like?)

>>1510254, this idea is good

>>1510254
Shit, almost forgot, short, black hair.

Need tie breakers for:

>Of course, what are they?
>I’d like to see Glen before that but let me hear the jobs.

And
>Check on clients.
>Head to the capital building.

I don't want to have to decide by rolling.

>>1510122
>Sell it to a chop-shop. (+40,000 data-credits)
>I’d like to see Glen before that but let me hear the jobs.
>Head to the capital building.
>Transfer Jinx’s core components into a new shell body (What’s it like?)

>>1510122
[You have 265,000 data-credits in your company account.]

"I think I'd rather head over to the capital. It sounds like a pretty big opportunity."

"While you get everything sorted here I'll arrange transportation for Claire and yourself. Do you want to bring the android with you too?"

"I'd like to, if possible."

Hendrik hands you a phone. "I've called the techs, let them know what you want the new shell to look like and they will transfer the call to your android so you can command it to go get the work done. Tell them protocol F-3"

"Thank you, sir." He waves off your gratitude and is already on another phone holding his own conversation.

"Hello, this is Michael from accounting, I'm sending a security droid your way for protocol F-3. You have commerce model shell in female that fits a standard security droid?"

"We can make it work, but it's sized at six foot so we'll have to adjust to make it keep standard build height. Anything else?" You can barely hear the woman on the line over the blaring machine noises background.

>Keep 6'6" height.
>Use 6'0" model as is.

"Yes, the head needs to be rebuilt, you have any of the old model phantom mask type?"

"In female right? We do indeed. That everything?"

"Could you give it short black hair." You say quickly,

"Can do." She stifles a laugh.

"Connect me to the droid that's logged as using my com code and I'll send it over."

There's a short pause before you hear Jinx's synthesized voice. "How may this one be of assistance?"

"Command: head to the tech wing and follow instructions while there."

"Command registered." The line cuts off.

You place Hendrik's phone on his desk and he looks up from his call to wish you good luck. You leave the office and find Claire to be waiting outside, looking into her tablet. You approach her and she doesn't notice you so place your hands in front of her eyes from behind.

"Guess who."

She plays along. "Oh, whoever could it be."

"You have to guess."

"I'm stumped."

"Fine, it's Mike, you win." She giggles and steps away before spinning around.

"So, I see you sent my android away to be destroyed." The two of you start walking your way back through the complex to medical wing you came from earlier. The ladders are easier to use with your bad arm going down.

"What, no, it's just getting the VIP treatment. A new shell with sensor shielding."

"Really? Isn't that expensive though."

"I have good hazard insurance and there was a protocol for this." You reach your destination and see Glen's room. The door is open so you walk over.

"That's great. Speaking of insurance though, Glen's ran into some problems,. He doesn't have health insurance here."

"I'll pay for whatever he needs."

"I know, that's what I told the Doctor, I even offered to pay myself if it came to it."

Cont.

>>1514336
Entering Glen's room you see that your friend is looking much healthier than before but his wounded arm is covered under a thick layer of bandages. "Hey Michael, I heard you had to go talk with your boss."

"I did, it went well though." You take a seat next to Claire at Glens bedside.

"Man, I was really out of it earlier in the back of that lift. I dreamed that you said you wanted a robot murderer maid or something." Claire raises an eyebrow at you. You cough sharply into your hand.

"Wow, that crazy. Doesn't sound like me at all." Claire's eyebrow goes higher somehow.

"What did you say that new shell looks like?" Claire asks in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

"I didn't say."

Glen just looks confused. "What am I missing here?"

"Nothing, so how about you, am I buying you a new arm or what?"

"The doctors say I severed the nerve and have serious damage. I can either get bionics implanted to restore function over time, or just get it replaced. My brother had a prosthetic leg, it was almost hard to notice."

"Did they tell you how much both of these surgeries cost?"

"35,000 for the implants, 85,000 for a prosthetic. I have no preference really, my arm will never be the same in any case."

>Purchase bionic nerve signal implants
>Purchase prosthetic arm. (Anything special about it?)

>>1514343
>Purchase prosthetic arm. (Anything special about it?)

Implants handy for a chef to have, we're gonna make sure his passion stays available to him

Should be able to make back the hit to our account at the capital

>>1514367
This

>>1514367
>>1514373
Keep Jinx at 6'6" or use the new shell at its default 6'0"?

For reference:
Mike is 6'1"
Glen is 5'11"
Claire is 5'10"

>>1514447
>6'6''
tall waifu best waifu

>>1514336
>>1514343
>Keep 6'6" height.
Also, we should probably get some mixology and coffee/tea brewing software installed.

>Purchase prosthetic arm. (Anything special about it?)
Special compensators for handling/throwing knives with increased accuracy, and something that sterilizes cooking utensils quickly and cleanly.

>>1514447
>Keep Jinx at 6'6"

>>1514343
“I said I’d buy you a new one and that’s what I’m going to do. Can I borrow your tablet?”

“Sure, here.” Claire hands you her tablet after disabling the fingerprint lock that allows only her to use the tablet.

You look up and order a prosthetic with excellent fine motor skills control and retractable self-cleaning blades. You press the button which calls in the doctor.

“You’ll be cooking again in no time. It should be delivered to the building within an hour.”

“You’re a good friend, Michael.”

“You saved my life, it’s the least I can do.”

The doctor arrives soon after and you see that doctor Karila is on duty today. She addresses Glen. “What can I help you with, have you come to a decision on what you want to have done.

“Yes, my friend purchased a prosthetic and it will be here in an hour.”

“We need to go prep for surgery then, installing prosthetic is a complicated procedure.” She motions to a nurse outside before leaving. The nurse comes in and wheels Glen’s bed out of the room.

You and Claire exit after they are gone and make the trip over to the tech wing of the complex. Claire seems slightly annoyed as you tell her of the changes made to Jinx but you can’t tell how serious she is about it. A lot of the time she feigns annoyance for fun but she’s very good at acting.

“So, you really are a pervert then.”

“That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?”

“I had my suspicions of course, but I was starting to wonder since you never made a move at me all these years. Guess I should have worn more chrome.”

“Oh, clever idea, try that.” She just laughs and punches your good arm, but not very hard.

You arrive at the tech bay and see what you assume to be Jinx waiting outside of it. Jinx now has more of an hour glass shaped body, and feminine curves in the right places. As you approach it turns its head and you see blue eyes staring at the two of you through a soft featured mask of white porcelain.

“You gave it hair.”

“That I did.”

“For what purpose.”
“I’m humanizing it. Call it Jinx.”

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy. Follow me Jinx.”

“This one will follow you.” Jinx walks now with a more elegant stride, the commercial model shell effecting its programming to valuing aesthetics rather than pure utility. It follows the two of you as you turn back the way you came.

Cont.

>>1514939
“We need to get some things before leaving.” You all return to the hangar you arrived in and find that various necessary items have been laid out for you and Claire. Formal clothing, pristine suits are laid out for both of you in front of a dressing room. Clair goes to change first.

You see you have disposable phone among what has been left for you, as well as a certification card. The card proclaims you to be head of the accounting branch at The Firm and you are taken aback by the promotion until you spot the handwritten note from Hendrik that was left underneath it.

‘Temporary. You will get more business this way. Do an excellent job and we might even decide to make it permanent’. Can’t win them all.

You reach the location where weapons are laid out for you and you have a variety to choose from. Some of these items you wouldn’t want to be caught in possession of with the peacemakers around. But they’re gone, right?

>Take military grade concealable weapons. (Ordinance against them, but these are dangerous times.)
>Take conventional weapons. (Open carry.)
>Take conventional weapons. (Concealed carry.)
>Go unarmed, we have Jinx now.

(If you have weapon suggestions go ahead, otherwise I’ll just give you some stuff that fits the winning vote.)

>>1514944
>Take conventional weapons. (Open carry.)

Large caliber revolver and a concealable baton.

Also, can we get some clothes for Jinx? A business suit with skirt and some heels would be good. Make her look professional and stuff.

>>1515009
The commercial body comes equipped with a hologram projector that can project clothing.

But high heels would damage flooring.

>>1515052
>But high heels would damage flooring.

Speaking of damaging things, what does Jinx have installed in her person? Both physically, like hidden blades and guns, or as software, like stuff to help with aiming guns and targeting reticles.

Also, knife heels sound great.

>>1515091
>what does Jinx have installed in her person?
For incapacitating people, only tasers in the fingertips.

Otherwise it fights like the Exterminators from Blame! using its hands almost as claws and can also kick.

Other things can be purchased and added later if people want.

>>1514944
>Take conventional weapons. (Open carry.)
>Take conventional weapons. (Concealed carry.)

The revolver and the baton on the open carry side, a holdout automatic pistol for concealed, wouldn't want to be caught unprepared

>>1515136
>Otherwise it fights like the Exterminators from Blame!...

Any chance of a Gravitron Beam Emitter lying around?

>>1514944
Claire finishes changing and you do the same. You return to the weapons and, after some debate with yourself over what to take, you settle on the largest handgun on the table. “So, you ready to make some money, Claire?”

“Always ready for that.” She slides a new cartridge into her pistol, and you can’t 6 spares hanging from her gun belt as she slips it into the holster.

“Alright. Can you take Jinx to the transport? I’ll meet you there in a second.” Jinx follows her to the armored mag-lift that Hendrik has lent you.

The handgun you chose is a revolver, six pounds of metal with a barrel longer than your head. You strap its belt around your waist under your jacket. It’s a five-shot revolver and the belt has space for two spare cylinders full of ammo, as well as 15 more bullets.

You also slide a telescoping baton through a loop in the belt, opposite the revolver. They both stick out past your jacket around the same length. Just in case thirty bullets prove to not be enough, you slip a machine pistol into the holster sewed into your shirt bellow your healing shoulder; you should be able to reach it quickly with your good arm.

You enter the lift sit near Claire. The layout of the vehicle has the inside function as a windowless room, with the pilot’s controls stand in the center of it for maximum survivability. It also serves as an office or negotiating room by expanding or collapsing modules. Claire stands in front of the controls familiarizing herself with them. Jinx stands nearby.

“Jinx cycle through clothing holos for outfit type business professional.” Assorted styles of suits cover Jinx for around a second at a time before changing.

“Seriously, you’re making it play dress up now?” Claire doesn’t look up from the controls.

“It’s a standard feature for commercial models, might as well use it right?”

“Sure, have fun.” She seems to have figured out a route out of the building and takes off.

After a while of going through only pantsuits you’re about to give more specific criteria when finally Jinx shows you a business suit top that’s paired with a professional looking skirt. “Stop there. Maintain that outfit.”

“This one will do as requested.”

“We’ve reached the outside, you want me to turn the view on?” The ride gets much smoother as she no longer needs to fly detours and over obstacles to leave the still deteriorating building.

“Sure, thanks.”

Cont.

>>1515305
Only time will tell.

>>1515427
The walls of the room display a panoramic view of what’s outside the armored vehicle, and you see the devastation that has been wrought upon your building. Beyond that as it fell the building destroyed all the hyper-rails in its path. Consequently, far more air traffic than usual zips around the affected area.

You are soon approaching the capital building, the largest and tallest of all the buildings. It sits in the middle of the spherical area created by the dome above and the crater below. It doesn’t touch the dome directly, but a spider web of hyper-rail lines spread out from it to the dome inner wall rail system.

“I’ve never actually been to the capital building.” You admit to Claire.

“Me either. But I’ve heard all the stories.”

“I’m sure nothing will go wrong.”

You choose a floor to dock on, and hope to find some clients there, at a time like this an accountant can be valuable anywhere they go.

>Human capital floor. (Easy difficulty.)
>Physical capital floor. (Medium difficult.)
>Intellectual capital floor (Hard difficulty.)
>Financial capital floor. (Insane difficulty.)

(Difficulty scales with potential reward and risk.)

>>1515429
>Physical capital floor. (Medium difficulty.)
>Tease Claire about being jealous of a robot.
>Get teased back about digging robot girls.

>>1515450
sure

>>1515429
You dock at the physical capital ground floor and all of you leave the vehicle. The platform swarms with the bustle of people, and your group joins the queue to enter the building.

“Doesn’t Jinx look cute in that outfit?”

“Sure, a bit much with the skirt, but sure.”

You feign shock. “Wait, you’re not jealous of an android are you, Claire?”

“Me, jealous? Of your new robot girlfriend? Or rather, what was it Glen said again back there?” She pauses for effect. “Robot maid murderer, right?”

“I can’t seem to recall that conversation actually.” You stroke your short well-kempt beard pensively.

You continue like this until you finally reach the front of the line.

You step ahead of your group to approach the security droids guarding the doorway.

“State your business or show identification, sir.”

You remove your certification card and the drone who spoke to you quickly scans it.

“Thank you for your compliance Michael of The Firm. This one has charged your company with the 10,000 physical-credit entry fee. Please conduct your business safely.”

And just like that you’re in. If the platform outside seemed busy, then by comparison the inside of the building is chaos.

Security droids run around from fight to fight trying to prevent violence but failing badly to make a major impact upon the hundreds of brawls that have broken, and continue to break, out. The echoing sounds of androids vocally stating they’re 're-prioritizing' follows every other gunshot.

“Stick together, we need to reach the elevator and get to the next floor. This is madness down here.” You don’t like this at all and are happy that your suit is fully bulletproof and that you brought Jinx.

“Couldn’t we just find somewhere safer on this floor, there’s no telling what the higher floors are like.” Claire seems less at ease than usual, but neither of you are panicking, you’ve both been through worse.

“I’d really like to conduct actual business if possible.”

>Have Jinx walk ahead to clear a path to the elevator.
>Look for somewhere safe on this floor.
>Try to talk with anyone nearby who looks reasonable and isn’t fighting.
>Write in.

>>1515561
Also roll 1d20 best of three forgot.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1515561
>>Look for somewhere safe on this floor.

>>1515576
My first nat 1 already. I feel like a real QM now.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1515561
>>Try to talk with anyone nearby who looks reasonable and isn’t fighting.

Well, not like my roll would matter now...

>>1515561
The situation you’ve found yourself in is a serious matter and you take the most serious measure you can think of over the cacophony around you. “Command: Jinx defend us if necessary; parameters for necessary use judgement.”

“Command registered.” The android’s eyes begin to glow red behind the mask, it takes a more combat ready pose, aesthetics no longer important.

“Mike, we need to find somewhere safe, we’ll never make it to an elevator like this.” Claire is surveying the area but doesn’t dare pull her weapon. You follow her example and spot a group of four men ringed by their own androids.

“Over there, lets group of with them, they seem like their looking for a way out too.”

“No arguments here, I’ll take the rear. Jinx take point.” The three of you begin to advance towards the men who now press themselves up against a wall and move along it towards the other side of the room.

“Your glad she’s with us now aren’t you.”

“I was never not glad. That’s -my- android you’re talking about. You also just called it a she.” Damn, that wasn’t even intentional. Your slipping up Michael.

“This is a high stress situation, don’t judge me. Jinx transmit friendly intentions on our part to those men’s droids.”

“This one had done so.”

You reach the men and they allow you and Claire to enter their now semicircle of drones, your back now pressed against the wall as well, with Jinx taking up place near the other droids.

“Do you know if there’s safety on the other side!” One of the men shouts at you.

“No idea, but we still need to try to get there!” You shout back.

“Grenade!” One of the men shouts in terror. You see it too falling in a slow arc towards your position.

“Defending!” Jinx leaps into the air spinning and kicks the grenade so hard you’re afraid for an instant it will explode mid-air from the impact. But instead it merely flies away, its detonation heard but not seen, and Jinx lands in a crunch of broken cement, unharmed.

“Re-prioritizing.”
“Re-prioritizing.”
“Re-prioritizing.” The sound echoes and echoes.

All the security droids within sight turn to face in Jinx’s direction; registering it, and by extension, your group, as the source of that grenade.

The man next to you takes out a hidden weapon, military grade, a portable rail-gun. No, that’s a bad idea, stop. “You’ll only make it worse!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“I’m not dying here!” He aims it at a security droid.

Roll 1d20 best of three.

>Run, this guy has a death-wish.
>Fight besides your new brother-in-arms.
>Tell Jinx to run, then surrender to be taken for questioning.
>Write in.

(No tie breaker so I just merged.)

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1515772
>>Run, this guy has a death-wish.
Yeah, good luck with that plan, friendo, just going to leave now.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1515784
support

>>1515772
This man is insane. He'll bring every damn droid on this floor right on top of you if you let him do as he wants.

You won’t have this, any of it. You lash out with a kick and it connects soundly with the man’s knee just as he was preparing to fire the rail-gun. He's taken completely by surprise and crashes to the ground, weapon clattering out of his reach.

“Run, he’s got mil-spec!” You, Claire, and Jinx all break off from the group, and the fallen man’s companions all flee in the opposite direction.

You turn back just in time to see the man discharge his rail-gun with a deafening crack. The projectile is a line of light, visible for a fraction of a second, and a line of security droids is blown away, burning holes through their wherever it had passed through them. “Re-prioritizing” echoes once again. The last thing you catch before turning away is drone after drone jumping the man and forming a pile.

>Head for an elevator.
>Search for safety.
>Look for friendlies.
>Write in.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1515784

Definitely this

>>1515867
>Head for an elevator.

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Going to end here for tonight. I will wright up the winning vote tomorrow or Wednesday.

Thanks again to everyone who showed up!

I'll post on twitter before hand if anyone wants to follows it: https://twitter.com/AnAccQM

Let me know if you like the quest so far or not. I'd appreciate it.

>>1515996
Tfw I misspell write 4 times but post anyways.

>>1515996

I am super digging the quest

>>1515867
>>Head for an elevator.

>>1515996

Ded?

>>1520645
New update should be posted sometime in the next 1-2 hours.

>>1520922

I shall be here

>>1520922
Good to hear. See you then.

>>1515867
You turn back just in time to see the man discharge his railgun with a deafening crack. The projectile is a line of light, visible for a fraction of a second, and a line of security droids is blown away, burning holes through them wherever it had passed through their bodies. “Re-prioritizing” echoes once again. The last thing you catch before turning away is drone after drone jumping the man and forming a pile.

“We need off this floor! Claire can you find the closest elevator?”

“I’ll try to be quick!” She pulls out her tablet so fast that for a second you think she will launch it out of her hands, but she maintains her grip and is soon flicking through a holo map. “Forward two-hundred meters, turn left and follow the wall for seventy-five meters!”

A small group of around fifteen has started to gather around you, people picking up your conversation over their amplifiers. Amplifier implants are all networked, yours among them, and you’ve been hearing their conversations as well since entering the building. Now that you have some of your fellow amplifs around, you begin to put faces to the voices. The implant gives directional cues as to which amplif is transmitting what they hear, and assigns unique ping noises to the overheard conversations they have with their own groups.

You decide it would be more trouble than it is worth to dissuade them from following you and instead continue your retreat plan with a new unwanted audience listening in. Though it would be simple to switch off your amplifiers transmission, it could just provoke an attack.

“Alright, full speed ahead, take out whatever blocks our path!” You pull out your baton and unlock your revolvers holster. Claire replaces her tablet with her pistol.

Your group, and the followers you’ve picked up, advance towards the elevator. You encounter the first brawl that cannot be bypassed after around fifty meters; three men fire on a woman behind cover, locking down her position. The men walk towards her cover, firing an occasional shot to prevent her from leaving cover to return fire.

Cont.

>>1521259
You run up from behind their position and smack the rear man hard across the back, as he falls you deliver a second swipe to his neck. He doesn’t have time to cry out, but one of his comrades turns to fire on you. Moments before he can take the shot, a hole appears through his head, one of Claire’s depleted uranium rounds.

The third man has no chance to turn as he is shot multiple times by your group of followers before falling to the ground.

“Thanks.” You speak normally; they’ll hear you. You get some polite replies and notice that the woman from before has joined in following your group.

You continue unobstructed for another hundred meters before reaching the next obstacle. Two men with sub-machine guns and shields retreat from a pack of masked assailants wielding various weapons. You replace your baton and draw your revolver, taking aim. The gun is a comforting weight in your hands as you fire on the person leading the masked group. Their head explodes as the hollow point bullet impacts their skull, and soon after the rest of the group is mowed down by yours, Claire taking out two in quick succession. The fight was effortless, overkill even.

Your followers now number around twenty, and the few hostile drones your group have gained the attention of are quickly taken care of with showers of bullets.

Moral is high.

Roll 1d20 best of 3.

>Rally your group at the wall and push forward.
>Turn diagonally and make a path through the remaining distance.
>Try to ditch the group and access the elevator with your party only.
>Write in.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1521270

>Rally your group at the wall and push forward.

If we get a second to breath we should bring up the Firm and offer our services as an Accountant

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1521270
>Rally your group at the wall and push forward.

>>1521321
wew lad

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>>1521321

>>1521321

Damn man, tryn to kill us this early on

>>1521270
“To the wall!” You shout so that Claire can hear you, the fighting beyond this point is intense.

Your group is fired upon, a round luckily reflecting off your shoulders small magnetic shield, but unluckily finding its way into the head of the woman you had earlier saved. You sprint for cover, Claire and Jinx close behind, dive behind an upturned table. The pain in your shoulder and chest from straining your still healing body is worth the moment of perceived safety and clarity that the maneuver affords you.

Looking back towards your group you see a few have been shot down, a few have reached their own cover, and the majority stands, firing. You quickly take a knee, Claire beside you, and go over your option. Cowardliness is not an option if you wish to maintain your support group and not have them flee.

“Jinx, direct targeting laser at whoever just fired at me, maintain targeting of that group.”

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, Jinxes eye becomes a beam of bright red light. Its head swivels, light beam landing on the chest of a man within a group of their own. Your group is now less disoriented and beings focusing fire, those behind cover leaving it to join in the desperate work.

You too pop up from cover, emptying all five rounds of your revolver in the direction of now shifting light beam. Ducking down once more, you swap out the cylinder for a fresh one and repeat the action.
The third cylinder finds no use, as by this time your group has taken out he enemy. But your victory is a Pyrrhic one.

The group was less than half your size, but reduced your followers by more than half. Nine men and women remain, where before there were over twenty. “Regroup. Regroup. Get to the wall.” You speak evenly willing reassurance to those you hope to continue to follow.

You finally reach the wall only to see that the direction you wish to go in is guarded by a person in power armor. They hold a security android high above their head, suspended by the droid’s neck. The neck snaps in a shower of sparks, and they throw the droid away like a piece of garbage. Upon seeing your larger sized group, he makes you an offer in a harsh warbling mechanical voice that cuts through the noise around you.

“I’m in a good mood right now, normally I’d charge you 1k credits per head, but I’ll let you all through for 10k flat. How about it?” They flex making an unmaking a fist to the sound of whirling servos. The stragglers of your now battle worn group catch up as they finish speaking.

Cont.

>>1521372
“What kind of credit?” You pull out your handheld loudspeaker to talk, keeping your distance.

“Finance-credit.” You regret asking.

You analyze the situation. They are obviously powerful, but you have the numbers. They wouldn’t be offering you a ‘deal’ unless they were somewhat afraid. But you don’t know these people with you or if they are willing to face off against someone like this.

The optimist in you feels like he could make these credits back off the group once your all in the safety and quiet of the elevator.

You hear murmuring from your group, both requests for paying the fee and arguments for attacking the self-appointed wall guard.

[You have 16,000 finance credits.] [1 finance credit = ~17 data credits]

Roll 1d20 best of 3.

>Pay the toll.
>Attack them.
>Offer 6,000 finance-credits instead.
>Leave in search of a new elevator.
>Write in.

>>1521377
>Offer 6,000 finance-credits instead.
>Haggle a bit until the price is around 8k, then pay the toll.

>>1521387
Please roll a d20.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1521394
>...really doesn't want to roll another d20 after that one.

Okay, fine.

>>1521397
Give me one more roll if no one else votes within like 10 min.

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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1521428
And here I thought I was safe...

>>1521377
“I’ll pay six, firm.” You put as much false confidence as you can into your bargaining.

“Sorry, pal. It’s ten or bust.” A brief note of mechanical laughter follows the counteroffer.

“Fine I can do eight, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable, you say. Reasonable.” They pause. “I can do reasonable.”

You cautiously approach the person and remove your finance-credit card transferring 8,000 FCs their way. After confirmation of payment you move sprint past them, hoping they hold to the agreement.

Everything seems to be going well and you group follows you past them, but once all of you have cleared them they extract the bargained cost.

Two shots ring out from behind you, causing you to increase your pace. Your amp gives confirmation to what you hear; the they shot the last two of your group in the back to the sound of laughter. You all head full speed now, following the wall. You or someone in your group occasionally fire at someone blocking your path, pinned there. Hoping to not be fired upon; hoping to earn goodwill from whoever had them pinned.

You make it to the elevator unmolested and pay 20 data-credits to open it. You and your party quickly enter while under fire, the group androids, including Jinx, form a protective wall and soak up projectiles. The doors close when the androids finally enter, but a final bullet slips between the crack of the closing doors, ricocheting off the elevator walls.

The round rebounds twice before a Jinx catches it midair within its hand. “Defending.”

You have seven left with you aside from Claire, with two other androids aside from Jinx. Amazingly no one left is wounded, if you neglect the cosmetic damage to the androids.


>Demand repayment of their share of the 8,000 finance-credits. (Intimidation)
>Try to convince the group to band with you on the next floor. (Persuasion)
>Convince they that the toll you paid technically means you’ve hired them. (Deception)
>Thank them all for fighting the good fight with you. (Flattery)
>Speak when your spoken to and nothing more.
>Write in.

[Repeated successful rolls with communication skills will lead to a roll bonus being given to those skills. Write ins concerning conversation can now be given a communication skill modifier within reason.]

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1521528
>Try to convince the group to band with you on the next floor. (Persuasion)
>So, any of you guys know who that goon in the power armor was? He comes around there regularly?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1521528
>Thank them all for fighting the good fight with you. (Flattery)
>Try to convince the group to band with you on the next floor. (Persuasion)
>So, any of you guys know who that goon in the power armor was? He comes around there regularly?

>>1521612

Sonofabitch

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>>1521612
They don't think it be like it is but it do.

>>1521528
“So, now that we are all safe and sound, how about we make game plan for next floor? Anyone got any ideas?”

“Are you kidding?” An irate woman asks harshly.

“You cheap bastard you could have gotten any of us killed.”

“Screw your asshole, my game plan is to ditch your sorry ass.”

“You led us into that bullshit! I lost my friends!”

“Hold on! If we just band together I can make it up to you all.” You are cut out of the amp channel and the group begins to whisper. “Come on, I just dropped eight thousand finance credits to get us here, don’t be like this.

Two women restrain Claire against her protests, and the two other droids do the same to Jinx. The remaining five jump you in a flurry of fists and shouts. Fighting will only make it worse, so you resign yourself to a beating. You try to take it stoically, but can’t help gasping in pain whenever your chest or shoulder is his.

You’re eventually knocked to the ground where your torment only increases as they kick you repeatedly. You cover you balls and wait it out. Eventually the elevator reaches the next floor and opens. The women holding Claire toss her to the ground next to you before leaving with the rest of their group. The two droids pick up the still struggling Jinx before exiting as well, tossing it into the elevator as the doors slide closed.

>Exit the elevator after checking your wounds.
>Go another floor up to avoid the group.
>Have Claire hack the transfer logs look up who the person in armor was.
>Write in

>>1521723
>Go another floor up to avoid the group.

Fucking christ

>>1521723
>>Exit the elevator after checking your wounds.

>>1521729
>>1521745
And the long wait for a tiebreaker begins.

Lurkers pls help if you exist.

>>1521757
This is in permasage I make next post first for thread 3.

>>1521757
Y'know what? Fuck it.

>Go another floor up to avoid the group.

What's the option for bailing out on this one job, OP? I'm not sure we can take more low rolls.

>>1521772
Leave the building by bringing your vehicle to another floor or going back out the way you entered, also will be 10k data credits in debt to your firm and 8k finance credits (~129k data) more poor. :^)

>>1521787
Going to summarize this thread and write next post.

Will link to thread 3 hopefully some time soon.

>>1522271

New thread.