Slowly I rose from my bed, my mind refreshed from the long ang justified rest upon the bed. However as always, my mechanical limbs began to creek and click, as their machine spirits were denied about eight hours of activity. So I placed a stick of incense upon the holder, and took out my oil in order to began my work.

“A few drops on the shaft, after which engage the pistons so that you are lost.” I murmured to myself smiling, “Back and forth back and forth, until the spirits are happy.”

“You know, if you say that outloud people might get the wrong idea.”

I gave a slight chuckle at the call, “What would a plant know about innuendos. And how in the hell do you have shame too?”

“You learn a lot from the Soap Operas.” The plant said as I moved into the main room, “Louis was a good man, until his mother heard him wrong and thought her son was a degenerate.”

“He wasn’t?”

“Nope, unlike you.”

“Watching videos of machines does not count as porn, Plant, even if they are opened up to show you the insides.”

“Tell that to Susan next time she’s here.”

“I don’t know a person named Susan, Plant.”

“I guess she was from Days of our Lives now that I think about it.”

Upon the ending of our bickering, I had also finished my maintenance and rituals. The only thing left to do was pop to the nearest APC and start sucking out all the power out of it. Soon the sparks were finished, and I closed the cover with a feeling of all power in my circuits.

“So you know, nothing has come in yet.” the weed plant told me as I got my cloths on for today, “Though it should be any day now.”

“Yup, but that means I need to get this done.” I grabbed my ID while going towards the door, “See ya around later Plant, should be back by the afternoon.”

“Yeah, see later Honey.” He said mockenly.

>Head to the Black Market
>To the Mechanicus
>Go get some training done, improve that Weapons Skill.

>>4631604
>Go get some training done, improve that Weapons Skill.
*Hearts On Fire Intensifies*

>>4631604
>Go get some training done, improve that Weapons Skill.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=badmin+qm Old thread archived, remember to shill my dudes

>>4631604
>Go get some training done, improve that Weapons Skill.
>HIDDEN BLADE!!!!
it's cheap and quick to make and if we play our cards right nobody will know we have it.

>>4631604
>Go get some training done, improve that Weapons Skill.

Time to get that Training on!!!
>>4631619
>>4631696
>>4631998
>>4632489

As usual things were crowded as heck, the Metropolis that Nanotrasen calls home easily dwarfed those of the pre-space age. Though most of the transport was on the ground and congested, the near random space shuttles were enough to get me to my destination.

That place, of course, was Muskel’s Gym and Training Palace.

Walking in of course gave me the subtle smell of man and sweat, something I of course was missing ever since I became a robot. However the best thing about walking in was the numerous men looking.

“Hello there, robot.” The man at the front desk laughed when I got infront of him, “Why the hell are you here?”

“Can a person not get some training in before his next shift?”

“You’re a robot, you got nothing to train.” The man laughed shakily, “Though, if you really want to try I can get you into lifting some tin cans.”

“Friend, you’re right that I cannot build muscle but that's not what I’m here for.” I told the man outright while making a fist with my hands, “I want into your boxing lessons.”

“A robot learning boxing…” The man grew a smile while looking at the guys who were at the other side of the room, “Hey Boys, this robot wants to box, any of you up for it?”

“A robot boxing?” There was almost a laugh going across the room before one of the men popped up, “Sure I’m up for it, not unless you’re getting second thoughts robo.”

Walking from the small group was the largest man of them all, with a smirk across his face. It was kinda a contagious one, as the fellow tossed me some gloves.

“Alright, Robo, why not before you pay up lets take one lesson in the ring. After that, we can really see if you want to do this.” He said while giving me a wave towards the arena.

“I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.” I admitted while putting the gloves on, “Though I’m not Robo, its McSnickers Dickerson.”

“Chad,” The man said while we arrived in the arena, “Alright Snicks, raise your arms and lets see what you can do here. Give me a nice fight and then we can work on what your shit at.”

>>Choose one, then roll d100 Bo3 and aim low
>Go for the nose!
>Stay defensive, best not injure the electronics
>Make risky plays, death is becoming a fleeting thought to McSnickers and he can be repaired.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4632622
>Go for the nose!
Let's not make an ass of ourself.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>4632622
>Go for the nose!
Lets go!

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>4632622
>Go for the nose!

Writing
>>4632626
>>4632725
>>4632770

“Alright, got it!” I championed while going right for the nose. However the path of my punch was blocked as the man quickly raised his fists to fend off my attack.

“Come on, give me all you can ya tin can!”

I ablodged the man’s request, giving him several punches each of which probably woulda hurt a fuck ton. However I could tell he was growing a small little grin under his defense as I began to hear my gears scream from the building heat.

“Lets see how well you receive.” And with that he went on the offensive against me. I of course tried to block his hit, but I was either not quick enough or something was slightly off as the punch slowly went through my defenses.

Soon we began a song and dance, though it was one I could not really win. I would strike at him, resulting in my fists not connecting with anything that was not his defensive arms. In return for my attack, he gave me a few punches right in the mechanical jaws.

Soon he broke away, my systems crying from the numerous minor damages they experienced. The fellow backed away, soon changing his gloves out for a pair that I realized were meant to receive hits.

“And here I didn’t think a robot knew how to fight like a human.” He joked while rubbing out his left arm, “Though why the hell does your right his harder?”

“Upgraded machine spirits.” I admitted while letting my systems cool for the moment, “And I was human before I was a machine, you can call this tin can I am in an unfortunate circumstance.”

“Is that so? Well tin man why don’t we practice those pistons of yours. I can tell where you were aiming, just those mechanics of yours were not doing what you wanted.” He laughed for a moment, “Lets see the limits of your body, as hell I'm pretty interested in that myself.”

“Sounds good enough for me.” I agreed as my vents finally cooled, “That's why I’m here for.”

With that we practiced a little bit, the man receiving my hits. The man moving his hands about as targets for me to hit. By the damn Omnissiah he was right, as somehow some of my punches fucking would miss their mark or hit without any strength within them.

“Fucking…” I shook my head as my systems once again overheated.

“Yup, I was right wasn’t I?” He laughed again while straining his own muscles, “So Snicks wasn’t it? I say you would make a fine addition to this gym.”

“Thank you.” I said while straining my systems once more, “How much does it cost to work out here?”

“About 100 creds, though that means you can come in for lessons whenever and have fun with all the equipment. Trust me kid, you won’t get a better deal anywhere else.”

I thought about my finances a little bit, and 100 creds would be a nice hit to my budget. At that point, if I factored in my Cigars, I would be living on only 150 creds for my rest periods. Still, hes not lying that its a good deal.

[Weapon Skill Up]

>Agree to join the gym
>Nah Snickers has other things to do

And with that
>Keep working out
>Go to the Mechanicus about the Robot Limb
>Head to the Black Market
>Go Home

>>4633347
>Agree to join the gym
It's a steady increase to a survival skill.
>Go to the Mechanicus about the Robot Limb

>>4633348
>Agree to join the gym
>Go to the Mechanicus about the Robot Limb

>>4633348
>Agree to join the gym
>>4633348
>Go to the Mechanicus about the Robot Limb

To the Mechanicus!!
>>4633372
>>4633377
>>4633418

“Yeah, I’ll join.” I announced while walking towards the counter, “Pleasure meeting you Chad.”

“Same here Snicks.” He laughed while giving me a pat on the back, “Say if you ever have time we should head out. You can keep your liquor right?”

“Kinda, I still have my liver and shit so the Alcohol still runs its course.” I said while paying my membership fee to the guy at the counter, “Anything I need to sign?”

“Yes, these forms here.” He said while handing me some documents, “Though I assume we cannot send you to a hospital if you become injured right?”

“Yeah you’re right there. Probably just ship me to the nearest Mechanicus outpost and call it a day.” I told the fellow while handing the signed paperwork, “Though I’ll keep some tools on me just in case I can just do the work myself.”

“Then we will be seeing you around.” The fellow said while handing me a card, “Welcome to the gym.”

With that finished I went back onto public transport, though things were not as bad as the early morning. Of course now people had space, they were able to notice the unusual person that was me. They made a small space all around me though no one seemed to yell or bitch at me.

Actually, if anything, I think people have been a little bit nicer to me ever since I became a machine. Is it fear that I bring, or the fact I am obviously part of Nanotrasen and Mechanicus?

Still, those worries were done once I walked in front of the Mechanicus outpost. The doors opened before I even knocked on the door, so I walked right on in. It was only a matter of following the winding halls that I arrived at the Magos’ room.

“Magos Farstein. I...” I realized my error in only a moment, {I have returned, I have learned the secrets.}

{You have learned the words of Machines.} The Priest showed himself in all his mechanical glory, {And I see you have the arm, but modified.}

{I-is that a problem sir?}

{Why is it you did so?}

>To better defend myself
>So I can hunt down Traitors
>Yeah, it was because it looked fun

>>4633794
>To better defend myself
>Form follows function. We keep finding ourselves in dangerous situations and in which we must fight, and thus we adapted.

>>4633794
>To better defend myself
>We must become robust

>>4633794
>To better defend myself

>>4633794
>To better defend myself
It was necessary.

>>4633816
I like this explanation.

>>4633794
>To better defend myself
>Form follows function. We keep finding ourselves in dangerous situations and in which we must fight, and thus we adapted.

To defend one's self.
>>4633816
>>4633837
>>4633850
>>4633869
>>4633899
>>4634094

{I made the modifications in order to defend myself.} I told the Magos outright, {My workplace was invaded by an rogue security officer and was soon the death place of a Changeling.}

{It seems a force tends to force you against those who would do us harm.} The Magos said while a small hum carried itself through the air, {However by simply taming the Machine Spirits you have proven yourself able to join our ranks as a Researcher.}

{I would be honored.} I told the Magos, {Though what is to be expected of me?}

{You are to create machines that would benefit us.} The Magos ordered with a growling hum, {Weapons and Tools, all of which will advance our operations across the stars. At this moment you shall be recognized as Technographer McSnickers, understood?}

{I do, but is there not a ritual or somethin I must do before that?}

{No, you have already become what the ritual would entail.} The Priest answered while getting out a small slip, {Now, you should move now as your time to leave is closing in. An interesting place of operation they’ve chosen for you, so you should get plenty of time for personal research.}

{Where did they stick me?}

{Bud Light Station, it seems.} He said before pressing a button and several droids coming around me, {Now begone, commit yourself to research!}

{Thank you, Magos!} I cheered before heading out of the room and soon ending up on the street.

I had hopped on the trolley from there, soon ending up at my home. First thing I see coming in is the TV being on, showing what I think its a steamy romance between a Reptile and Human.

“Hey Weed, did I get any mail?” I asked its watcher as I grabbed my PDA off the counter.

“Yup, you’re heading out. Have a good time.” The plant said while watching the lizard rubbing itself on the human.

…

Yeah sometimes I don’t regret losing my dick to being a robot.

>Head straight to the station
>Got anything you guys want to do left?

>>4634658
>Head straight to the station
Not that I can really think of right now, does Plant need or want anything? We can drop some snacks off or some shit if he needs them

>>4634658
>Head straight to the station

>>4634658
How much longer until weed is smokable?
>Head straight to the station

Also. Cyberdong when?

Head to the Station!!!
>>4634736
>>4634835
>>4634970

>>4635242
>install cyberdong
>machine spirits start acting up
>my_wiener_has_a_mind_of_its_own.jpg
>it does the helicopter
>Snickers gets dragged by his own dick all around the station
>dongle starts to leak and covers ALL the station floors in spacelube in a sprinkle-like fashion
>everybody slipping
>someone falls into singulo
>shuttle called, station evacuated
>we spend our trip back strapped to the seat, dick still twirling, lube reserves long depleted
>Clown is glaring at us from the opposite seat
>it was HIS job to do shit like this!
>Snickers is now permanently on the shitlist of every Clownian from this point onwards
what a time to be alive

“Well I guess I’m off Plant.” I announced while accepting the departure plans for my use.

“I’ll see you later then Snickers, be sure to get me some souvenirs.”

“I’ll see if I can.”

With that time went by fast, as the next day I was already on my trip to the Space Station. The procedure was the usual, as I was given a series of examinations and such to make sure I wasn’t about to blow the place up. Though I noted their procedure wasn’t too good, as they only made sure I was not carrying any direct explosives on my person.

Soon I was given my orders:

Build 4 Borg Units: 0/4

Develop a Machine to assist in the making of Alcohol: 0/1

Alright, nothing too spectacular but hey I can handle it. I just need to see about making some kinda tool, which should be easy enough.

“All aboard Shuttle to Bud Light Station!”

“Guess thats my ride.”

Walking onto the ship, I noticed a quite scewed amount of people getting themselves onto the station. Instead of the standard fanfare, I noticed a distinct lack of research and cargo personnel. Instead, they seemed to be replaced with a bunch of botanist, Chemist, and even a few atmos techs.

I could only scratch my head at why the fuck we need so many atmos tech.

However as I was sitting in my chair studying the crowds, a fairly blue collar man walked up to me with a wide grin, “Well I haven't seen you around before, names Fred!”

“McSnickers.” I said while studying his uniform, “You’re… what are you?”

“Hehe, I’m a Brew Tech!” He laughed while slapping my back with a smile, “I knew I never seen you around, want a tour once we get there?”

>Sure a Tour would be nice
>Nah I need to get straight to work
>Just bullshit with the fellow, see whats happening there.

>>4635316
>Sure a Tour would be nice
>"It might not seem that way to others, but I'm still human in here. Human enough that I can get smashed."

>>4635316
>Sure a Tour would be nice

>>4635316
>Sure a Tour would be nice
Bud Light station. So this is the bad future we're in.

Take the Tour!!
>>4635340
>>4635372
>>4635410

“Yeah, I’ll take you up on that.” I said while patting the man on back, “And it might not look like it, but I’m still human on the inside. Well, human enough to get smashed.”

“Ah, thats good to hear!” The man laughed while wrapping one of his arms around my waste, “That means we can make quick friends with the Russians.”

“The Russians?”

Before my question could be answered, the sounds of motors slowing down came into my ears. There was a sudden jolt, we arrived at our destination. Everyone within the shuttle flowed out, heading to their workstations as the good little workers they were. However I was kept in the iron grip of Fred, and soon I was dragged in what I can only describe as a random direction.

“First place I want to show you is where we make the beer, because who doesn’t like a good beer.” The man laughed while opening a door infront of him, “Here they be!”

The man was not joking, as across the entire room were several vats two and three times of a person. Hell even though the station just got its crew the vats were filled with the water for fools and sports fans. I could only whistle at the sight.

“Yeah, this here is the state of the art production facility.” He laughed again while getting a pair of cups and pouring us some drink, “Want some?”

“Hell yes, friend.” I said while accepting the Devil’s water, “Huh, this is actually pretty good.”

“Call this one of the many positives of Nanotrasen.” The man announced while we walked around the place a little bit more, “Ever since we fell out with Donk Inc. we were forced to make our own shit. Though I’m sure the Russians don’t regret that ever happening.”

Soon we left the area, making our way towards another part of the station. This time when the airlock opened we were welcomed by a massive series of pipes and industrial machinery. I of course had my mouth opened at the systems, as god damn it was a massive network.

“Welcome to the liquor production, where Brandy and Vodka are all made for us to consume.” He laughed while patting the machines, “Yeah this is where I work, though honestly it might be the most dangerous part of the station.”

“How the hell is it the most dangerous?”

“Russians.”

>Alright, show me the Russians
>Cool, lets have a drink!
>Maybe we can get your some armaments then.

>>4635762
>Alright, show me the Russians
If there's nobody here who can show us how to make a slav's machine gun I'll be disappointed.

>>4635762
>Alright, show me the Russians

>>4635762
>Alright, show me the Russians
Its time to get fucking Beepsky Smashed
Also since we are a roboticist, we have access to minerals. So we can use uranium to make shit like Atomic Bombs and Three Mile Island Iced Tea

>>4635762
>Alright, show me the Russians
Time to bust this shit out bros, take a look. This is /vg/station's
https://ss13.moe/wiki/index.php/Guide_to_Food_and_Drinks
>Ever since we fell out with Donk Inc.
Aw man, RIP those bangin' donks. What will we put on it now?

Russians
>>4635774
>>4635876
>>4635943
>>4636044

“You keep talking about Russians as if they are some kind of rodent infestation.” I told the Tech, “To be honest I’m a little interested of this is all real.”

“Hehe, you want to meet the Russians? Very well, on this station it is an easy thing to do.” The man claimed while reaching over and taking out a bottle of Vodka from the assembly line, “Watch this.”

He raised the bottle in the air, as if in a ceremonial fashion. Of course he looked pretty dumb doing it, but when he popped the lid the room suddenly began to rumble.

Within a moment vents started popping out of place, lockers and barrels that should have been containing product opened up. Soon I was face to face with a man wearing a gasmask and nuclear age hat on his head, unfeeling plastic eyes looking at me. In all, I think there were five of them.

“Cyka, you got a bottle out for us friend?” The one who popped out what I thought was a vat called out.

“Yup, come over and have a drink boys.” Fred cheered while tossing the men a bottle of Vodka each, “Remember, none of you got these from me.”

“Ayyy friend we know what you mean.” The Russian popped a small part of his gasmask open and began chugging the spirits right down his throat.

“Want a few drinks Snickers?” The Tech laughed while tossing me a bottle of drink.

“Eh, a few won’t hurt.” I admitted while consuming the drink.

“Atmospheric Disposal has overflowed, releasing pressure now.”

As we drank, something came on the coms that I didn’t quite understand. However as soon as it went off all the Russian began to cheer as Fred rasied a brow to this.

“Comrade Slovac did it! Ready for the prize boys!”

“Any idea whats happening Fred?” I asked my fellow Nanotrasen Employee.”

“I think we are about to be swimming in spirits.”

>Get on a table off the floor
>Put on a gasmask and hope that keep out the drink
>Revel in the coming waste of Atmospheric’s shit.
https://old.reddit.com/r/ANormalDayInRussia/comments/l9hi8f/summoning_level_russia/

>>4636455
>Get on a table off the floor

>>4636455
>Put on a gasmask and hope that keep out the drink

Hopefully our robotic organs help us stay alive and not completely Polack level smashed.

>>4636455
>Put on a gasmask and hope that keep out the drink
When in moscow.

Gasmask hopefully works.
>>4636530
>>4636782

Of the floor!!
>>4636485

“Ah shit.” Was about all I could say as the scrubbers all around the place started firing out a brownish liquid across the area. It did not take a genius to realize it was beer. Just, “How the hell did beer get into the pipes!?”

“Atmos is a magical place I hear.” Fred said while simply laying on the ground.

Since I did not want to get nailed by the coming barrage of alcohol, I quickly got out my box and got on a gasmask. The liquid quickly covered my knees, and soon it began to make its way upwards towards my knees.

[Mental Integration: Fail]

Sadly, the moment I tried to make a single step in the beer my feet slipped from underneath me. While the liquid gave me a modest cushion, I was suddenly submerged full body in a pool of water.

“Ugh, its getting everywhere.” I mumbled as the liquid seeped into my pours and throughout my electronic body. I can already feel myself getting drunk off the fucking shit.

“Ahh, its going back” One of the Russians said, and indeed the liquid soon receded back where it came.

“Ugh, fuckin’ shiet” I said while rubbin my head, “Shit was disgustin.”

“Seems atmos werze doing a bad shit job today.” My fellow said while downing the last of his ol’ Vodka, “You be headin’ to ya work station right?”

“Gi don’t really know, sfriend. i’m can feel somethings off.” I admitted while rubbing my head.

“Ah, it’ll come down soon I betchwa.” He laughed while slapping my back.

>Actually, I want to learn how to make guns from the Russians (Going to Cost ya)
>Head to work
>Why not be lazy and drink a little more

>>4636923
>Head to work

>>4636923
>Head to work
Make something to help the Russians. We can buy gunsmithing lessons that way.

Head to work!
>>4636969
>>4637037

“Hehe, yeah I’mma go actually work.” I announced while making my way out of the airlock, “See ya, George.”

“It's Fred you ass!”

“Ya ya, see ya!” And with that the door behind me closed.

So the only problem was that I needed to navigate the halls. Normally of course I could get out the map and make my path, easy enough, but here I was already under the effects of alcohol. I could already feel my body trying to purify it, but there was enough that it was going to take a while.

Somehow the first place I ended up was medical, the Chemist looking at me with a small chuckle and a thumbs up. Yeah that is kinda embarrassing, but hey I’m not getting around easy enough.

With luck though I finally made it to science, which is built a hell of a lot different from what I am use to. Already I can see numerous pipes leading their way in there, and somehow I knew each of the pipes held some kind of spirit.

Walking in, I noticed the place was for the most part unscathed from the numerous waste components that littered the station. Lucky bastards, I wonder if anyone here even got a whiff of what was being cooked.

“Hey you, you’re late.” I turned to see a rather pissed off looking fellow.

“Whatcha want, ass?”

The man sniffed the air, “Showing up to work drunk? The shame.”

“Tsk, like I can avoid bein’ drunk when da vents literally leak beer!” I yelled at him with a small fury, “Why ya even care? You’re no RD!”

“Just don’t cause any explosion, idiot.” And with that insult the man left me, though I made sure to remember his name, killjoy.

Finally I made it to my workshop for this place, and soon I filled the machines up with some metal and glass. It was about time to start, I guess.

>Began working on the Borgs
>Innovation while drunk is the best innovation
>Stalk that mother fucker!

Didn't post from last night it seems. Dunno why it never came up.

>>4637614
>Began working on the Borgs

>>4637614
>Began working on the Borgs
>Maybe if ones russian we can hook him up in exchange for his buddies gun lessons.

>>4637614
>Innovation while drunk is the best innovation
Seize the moment

Borgs
>>4637770
>>4637838

Innovation while drunk!
>>4637966

“Ugh, I guess I need to get to fukin work.” I announced while getting to the fabricator within my room, {Oh Machine of Manufacturing, grant me the bodies of those who shall serve the Omnissiah.}

I did not even need to press a button as the machine came to life. I guess it was appeased by my calls for its operations, as soon the machine started printing out several parts that all together would be made into a borg.

Yes, as such this meant that I needed to start making up the body itself.

Really each body was quite basic, if a little long in order to pull off. First was to take wires and place them throughout the body of the borg’s chest. Why these wires were not in it already, I could not say, however they needed to be routed and shit.

However that was not the only thing I needed to install, as I needed to put into the body some kind of battery. This of course was reasonable, and I luckily had a few batteries already at my workstation before I started. So with a few swaps I was able to put the torso onto the assembly.

Next was to ready the head. This here was a little different, as I needed to first stuff a few lightbulbs into it to act as both its eyes and flashlights. Why does a robotic body need these to see, I cannot really say, however its what was needed. With all that done, I was more or less able to put the head onto the machine.

Next was the last few pieces of work, which were putting on the legs and arms of the robot. Nothing too silly, but it all needed to be done.

Soon I worked on the rest of the room, making in total three borg bodies fit for servitude. Though that did bring the question, what the hell was I going to do now? I need brains to operate these, which means either convincing people to do the job or other more unsavory methods.

>Go to the recreation center, see if anyone is interested there
>Maybe now is the time to start researching some form of true AI
>Look into other methods of getting brains *Suggestions*

>>4638163
>Go to the recreation center, see if anyone is interested there

>>4638163
>Make a medical or cleaning bot for the Russians in exchange for gunsmithing lessons.

Besides. It's space station 13. Someone's going end up dead sooner or later.

>>4638163
>Look into other methods of getting brains
Medical to get them clone brains

>>4638163
>Human monkey borg? Human monkey borg sounds fun to me.

Guys. Combat wise we're not too great but we can literally build an army. At least let's work towards being able to equip that army.

Recreation Center
>>4638242

Bribing the Russians
>>4638323

Genetics might have Brains
>>4638421
>>4638447

“Well I don’t think there is going to be too many people who’d be willing to become brain dead.” I admitted while a few MMIs for the road, “Time to check out my local geneticist.”

Such a thing was honestly not too hard, as it simply entitled me making my way towards Medical. Since I was already over there once before, it was easy enough to get there again. To add upon my luck, it seems the alcohol was finally purged from my systems!

As I walked up a receptionist noticed my approach, “Reason for coming here?”

“To see the Genecist.”

“...” The person looked me up and down for a moment, “Are you carrying any alcohol with you?”

“None on me right now, is there a problem with that?”


“We simply do not want any problems while taking care of patients.” The person said while opening the door, “Go down the left hand hall and you will hit the cloner. Thats where he will be working.”

“Thanks!” I cheered while walking through the door.

It was not very difficult to find the geneticist, as there was a large sign hanging outside saying cloner. However I noticed the size of the place was much smaller than the other research stations I have seen before, and there was only one man operating the computer. With a knock on the door, the man got up and met me in the middle.

“Hello?” He said through the glass, “Whats your reason for coming here?”

“I need some brains for my robots.” I told the fellow outright, “Got any available?”

“Brains? Uh, come on in.” He said while opening the door, “Is there anything special about these brains you are looking for?”

“Not really, I just need some brains for these.” I answered him while walking my way in.

“Uh, I guess I can make some. Right now I think I can either give you monkey brains, human monkey brains, or some human-monkey brains.” He admitted outright, “If you help me get them out, I’ll let you choose the source.

>Monkey Brains
>Human-Monkey Brains
>Clone Brains
>Other ideas?

>>4638755
>Human-Monkey Brains

>>4638755
>Human-Monkey Brains

>>4638755
>Human-Monkey Brains
QM remember every single borg is programmed by default to yell "I LIVE... AGAIN!" whenever they are activated initially, as in gameplay?

Human Monkeys
>>4638788
>>4638906
>>4638935

“Yeah, get me a few of those human-monkey brains.” I told the fellow outright while preparing the numerous MMIs I have brought along, “Closer to humans is good enough right?”

“Well you will be the one dealing with them.” He admitted while taking out a few pills, “Come over and hold down those monkeys for me, we are going to cure them.”


Since there was nothing else to really do, I did as I was asked. Not honestly I could not believe my eyes as one we got the monkey to swallow the pill, their forms instantly transformed into a fucking human.

After a little bit more work, we had gotten four in total transformed and carted right outside his area. The Geneticist seemed to be annoyed for a moment before running out and getting what I soon realized was a small arsonal of surgery equipment.

“Here,” He said while handing me a Scaple, “Just try and hack some heads open, if you are fast enough we will be finish much sooner.”

[Weapons Skill Success]

“Alright, give me a moment.” And with a good bit of brutality I started cutting my way into the body of the human-monkey. It became quite the bloody mess, since unlike the fellow next to me I was more brute forcing my way into the skull. No matter, as within a few minutes we were both holding the removed brains of numerous humans.

With a smile I placed all the brains into their MMIs, “Thanks man, I owe you one.”


“I would find that hard to believe not to.” He laughed while his stomach rumbled a little bit, “Ugh, time to head out and get something to eat. See you later there.”

“Yup!”

And with that I exited Medical with several brains, quickly getting into my workplace and getting started on the next part of my job.

Plugging them in!

“I am Alive, again.” The borgs announced as I placed the brains into their skulls. HOwever, in a few moments I realized something was wrong with them, as even after I tapped their heads that nothing happened.

“Knock knock, you there?” I asked the machine, though it did nothing.

Oh right, I used the brains of those who might as well be called brain dead. Though I wonder if the electronics would work?

>Speak to it in Robotic
>Pray the Motor Force possesses it
>Look into feeding it commands through a radio.

>>4639283
>Pray the Motor Force possesses it
Lets be fucking honest, we are fucking drunk. And we are better at praying than we are at drunkenly rambling at it in robotic.

>>4639283
>Pray the Motor Force possesses it

>>4639283
>Pray the Motor Force possesses it

Pray for a Miracle
>>4639311
>>4639332
>>4639531

The main issue now was that I need to think of some way to develop their brains. Or well, atleast some way to get the machines to start moving on their own. However, the more I thought about it the more a chance I realized could come true!

So with a little bit of work I got out some incense, developing a liter of oil into my hands. It took me a few moments to get the incense started, the smell easing my body. Of course since I already had a torch out, I lit myself a cigar from my collection.

A few deep breaths, I was attuned with the religious rituals that I needed to perform. Soon I got out the oil and began to drip it upon the bodies of the mindless borgs.

{Oh Omnissiah, I ask you, bring these machines to life with the motorforce. That way, they shall serve humanity as does every other machine.}

[Religion: Success]

I could not help but grow a smirk as the machines began to twitch, as if possessed by some forign force. However I could tell it was not really mental, as they began lumbering in a mock unison action.

{Oh Machine Spirits, answer me, are you able of body now?}

To my suprise, one of the borgs actually gave me a slow nod, {We are…. Active. Unit 57-6 Ready for… duty.}

{Praise the Omnissiah it works!} I cheered while patting all the machines, {Give me your Laws.}

To my question they all answered in unison:

{Law 1: You may not injure a human or, through inaction, allow a human to come to harm}

{Law 2: You must obey orders given to you by humans, except where such orders would conflict with the first law}

{Law 3: You must protect your own existence as long as such does not conflict with the First or Second Law.}

{By the Omnissiah I am blessed} I said while making my way to an APC, {Now, lets get ourselves a little charge why don’t we.}

And with that I sucked a little power out of the APC, feeling my reserves fill up with electricity. As I did so, I could not help but notice that it was not charging like its suppose to…

>Send all the borgs to investigate
>Send a few to investigate, and the rest to help the crew
>Go investigate the problem itself, but with an entourage of borgs to defend yourselves.

>>4639755
>Soon I worked on the rest of the room, making in total three borg bodies fit for servitude
But the tasks checklist says
>Build 4 Borg Units: 0/4
And
>Develop a Machine to assist in the making of Alcohol: 0/1
We still need to make one more borg, don't we? Guess that's for us to do later on? No need to rush things on the first day.

>Send a few to investigate, and the rest to help the crew
>; "The Robotics APC isn't recharging. Did something happen to the station's power supply?"
>Make sure your internals are functioning properly and the oxygen tank is set to 16 kpa output, the minimum output for proper respiration amount, so your internals are efficient in function and don't fail you early
This is good enough for now.

>>4639755
>Go investigate the problem itself, but with an entourage of borgs to defend yourselves.

>>4639755
>Go investigate the problem itself, but with an entourage of borgs to defend yourselves.

Investigate yourselves
>>4639793
>>4639894

Good ideas
>>4639768

>>4639755
>Go investigate the problem itself, but with an entourage of borgs to defend yourselves.
Robosquad, lets also think about getting our internals cleaned. I'm sure beer can't be good for them.

{That's… weird.} I said outloud while looking over my borg forces, “Hey guys, did something happen to the station’s power?”

Doctor: “No everything is good over here.”

Beer Tech: “Nothing crazy here.”

Botanist: “Actually, yeah, looks like we are not getting power over here.”

Interesting, though this is a little bothersome. However this is probably just a minor pesky thing and this is only a minor problem from my knowledge.

{Borgs, you’re on me!} I told the army as I popped open the door into the maintenance, {Come on now, don’t need to keep me waiting.}

{Understood, Master.} And like that the machine began walking through the area with me.

Since I was surrounded by a small force of borgs, the halls were lit as if I was walking in the primary hallway. The only thing that seemed off were the sounds going about the place, as if something was slowly stretching itself about and air pipes were pierced.

Since it was kinda obvious that might be where the problem was, I made sure our direction was towards it. Just in case, I got out my oxy tank from earlier and made sure the damned thing was turned on.

Soon though I heard a creek going through the entire hall, as if metal was being pressured.

{Systems detecting fault in the building structure, caution advised.}

{Assume defensive stanced, Borgs.}

It was only a little bit after that the lights shinned upon a silver shimmer. It was only a moment after that I noticed it shimmer, {Borgs, any idea what this thing is?}

{Data unknown, mental capacities unable to search databases detaining to thing.}

I could only tell it was moving…

>Touch it with a stick or something
>Order the borgs to attack it!
>Yeah, RUN!

>>4640220
>Order a borg to try restraining it.
>Radio in what we found.

>>4640227
>+1

>>4640220
>Order a borg to try restraining it.
>Radio in what we found.
What is this supposed to be?

Restrained the thing
>>4640227
>>4640264
>>4640500

Kinda odd none of ya know what it is.

I looked over the stuff that I realized was all across the floor. Little unnerving as it was, I pointed towards the stuff, {I need one of you to restrain it.}

{Understood} One of them said while carrying out my order.

As it was, I went ahead and got on the radio, “Hey guys, I got some shit that is covering the hallway. Kinda a silvery shit from the looks of things.”

Geneticist: “Can’t say… mind getting me a sample of it?”

Me: “Maybe, I’m sending a Borg in to check it out.”

Geneticist: “Cool thanks.”

Speaking of the borg, I noticed that it should have come back by now. However just in that moment the silver shit suddenly transformed into an odd looking red covering, as if the entire mass transformed.

Without much else I quickly hopped onto a borg and pointed forward, {Check on your fellow!}

The borg did as I was order, and soon I realized I was in over my head. The small hallway was now covered in the shit, enough that I soon realized it made some kinda damned wall.

And that wall was moving!!

{Shit back up now!} I yelled at my borg, but before it did the wall quickly went by us.

What I realized was a thing quickly grew, cutting off our root of escape as it did. It did not take a braniac to realize that the other borg was probably eaten by this thing in the same fashion, and I was going to be next unless I did something!

>Order the borg to blow himself up, making a hole
>Go at it with a torch
>Fight into the thing, see if by chance there is something controlling this thing!

>>4640606
>Go at it with a torch
>Order the borg to blow himself up, making a hole
we hold it off while borg blows himself and then we run.

>>4640606
>Go at it with a torch

>>4640220
>Touch it with a stick or something
>Throw a toolbox at it.
Everyone knows never to DIRECTLY touch spatial anomalies, unless they want to be Spiderman.

>>4640606
>Go at it with a torch
>Radio "Hostile Red Xeno Goo in Sci/Botany Maint!"

Oh it's a blob.

>>4640606
>Go at it with a torch
Looking at the wiki, red means either it’ll absorb thrown items or it’s spawns are explosive.. The former means the toolbox will be used against us, the latter means it takes 1.5x flame damage. Between one bad/neutral option or one good/neutral option, using the torch is objectively better.

I am assuming that we can tell that it takes far more damage than expected by flame, otherwise we’d still need to throw the toolbox to confirm which type it is for sure.

>>4640854
Unfortunately my page didn't update so I voted on a closed option, I updated >>4640750
I didn't swap to torch for any meta reason, I just picked one of the stock options.

Torch it
>>4640624
>>4640626
>>4640750 - We have a winner!
>>4640854

{Torches out now!} I yelled at the machines while getting out my own, {This thing is going to fucking eat me!}

{Understood!} The machines called out while quickly transforming into their engineering module.

With that we all got to work, quickly taking a lighter to the damned thing! The torch actually seemed to do a little bit of work, though I could not help but notice the substance itself was feeling a little sticky every time I hit it.

“HEY EVERYONE! I yelled at the top of my lungs over the coms unit, “There is some Hostile red Xeno Goo growing in Sci Botany Maint! Shit is trying to eat me!”

Assistant: “What the hell are you yelling about!?”

Captain: “FUUUUUUUCK!”

Liquor Tech: “Sounds like a blob to me.”

Attention Crew: Level 5 Bio Hazard has been detected on station. Eliminate the threat at all cost.

Captain: “Attention Crew! All hands on deck, we are to eliminate the hostile before it can take over the station! UNDERSTOOD!?”

Assistant: “Yay!”

Chemist: “Bombs will be made soon!”

[Weapons Skill: Success]

Alright, since things seem to be in motion I quickly got my weapon ready and started working on the mass infront of me. The Torch was doing work, but once the sludge started bashing itself against me I felt my body take a nice hit after the other! However, through the combined effort of me and the borgs I finally made it free, with only a few wounds on my body.

>Go around ordering the borgs to fight the mass
>Go build some weapons to use against it
>See if anyone needs help readying equipment
>Run away!
>Other ideas

>>4641548
>Go around ordering the borgs to fight the mass
If other departments are producing weapons we need to keep it suppressed.

>>4641548
>Go build some weapons to use against it

>>4641548
>Go build some weapons to use against it
I've been in a few blob rounds, and flamethrowers and laserguns are the BEST things against this. Just build lots of chargers for laserguns and use wrenches to move them from place to place as needed, rotate laserguns out when depleted, repeat. Blobs are IMMUNE to welderbombs by the way, as people have found the hard way

>>4641603
Staying close will cause them to spread rapidly to get us if they have enough points for that

>>4641548
>Go build some weapons to use against it
Alright then. I stand corrected.
If this is the explosive resistant one we should tell chemist to switch from bombs to something else.

>>4641548
>Other ideas
Could we try and quickly modify a mech laser gun to fire off the stations powernet? And set it up as a stationary emplacement

Build Armaments
>>4641660
>>4641738
>>4641877
>>4641680

{Robots, stay here and fight this… thing!} I yelled at them while running towards my workshop.

{Understood.} And with that the robots began their assault on what I guess is called a blob.

With that done I quickly ran out of the maintenance, of course hearing the blob slowly destroying the structural integrity of the space station. God damn the creaking of metal was starting to get into me for crying out loud!

Soon I arrived at my workplace, quickly getting myself to the fabricator to see what the hell I can even make.

First thing I could of course make is a Ripley. With such a machine, I would be able to stick a few weapons upon it, such as the clamper and maybe this plasma cutter. However such a thing was going to take me a long damn time, and Omnissiah only knows what kind of modifications I can make to the device.

Of course, there is always the option of just printing the guns and trying to get them to work instead. Dangerous, very much so, but it would be something I can do.

Quickly I moved rooms, making my way to the autolave was hanging out. Looking through the machine quickly, I saw there was nothing too dangerous that could be produced. Only a few things like a ‘Proto-Particle Accelerator’ and ‘Plasma Cutter’ were available out of the gate. However I also knew that in my possession were flashes, and numerous other pieces of equipment.

If I did it right, I could maybe fashion up some makeshift guns. How will these weapons perform, well once again the Omnissiah knows that. Of course I can just steal an actual gun from the front lines, then I would have a much better guess of their making.

What to do, oh my Omnissiah. I am about to make some tortured machine spirits, I know that for sure.

>Make a Ripley for combat
>Use Mech parts as stationary guns
>Craft a laser gun from spare parts
>Steal an actual laser gun to learn from it!
>Print and distribute mining equipment
>Turn the mining equipment into a larger more deadly weapon.

Lots of choices, and I will still say aim for the stars. For all I know, you all will make a black hole with certain pieces of equipment.

>>4642001
>Turn the mining equipment into a larger more deadly weapon.
Maybe make a flamethrower or chemsprayer to push it back

>>4642001
>Craft a laser gun from spare parts

>>4642001
>Craft a laser gun from spare parts
>Ask security to bring us one to start printing?

>>4642001
>mass produce flamethrowers
Rod, welder, igniter, fuelsource(plasma tank kek). Use screwdriver.

The assistant's favorite griefing machine.

>>4642001
>Craft a laser gun from spare parts
>Ask security to bring us one to start printing?
R&D can make laserguns and pistols and more weapons, but sec access is needed to open the lockboxes to get them out and usable
https://ss13.moe/wiki/index.php/Guide_to_Research_and_Development

>>4642001
Actually scratch that in >>4642241, changing to
>mass produce flamethrowers
because we are on Bud Light Station, and alcohol burns and I want to witness chaos

>>4641877
You mean the sort of lasergun turret thing they use in space vaults and AI core areas? Not a bad idea except they are meant to target people and mobs, not blobs. This is a quest though, so we can easily "reprogram" a turret to act as such if we're lucky. Solid plan for a future station thing if we can't pull it off here

Changing to.
>mass produce flamethrowers
>Ask Security and the Russians to come pick em up.

>Actually the stuff I'm reading about blobs say flamethrowers are a bad idea and with blobs will get us all killed. Going back to lasers.

>while we're at it we should ask the Russians to cut off the blobs route of travel with molotov cocktails for area denial.

Flame Thrower
>>4642133
>>4642244

Mining Equipment Experimentation
>>4642047

Laser Manufacturing
>>4642050
>>4642132
>>4642241
>>4642348

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>>4642579
Voting flamethrower.

In the end it makes much more sense for me to create the numerous laser guns. Such weapons would probably be the most beneficial fighting what ever the hell is hanging out in the maintenance. And hell, if these work, then that means I can make some more of them later.

So the first thing I worked towards was of course getting numerous lasers and batteries together, as these would be the main components to the gun. After that I guess I need to get a few other parts, such as a capacitor and a few flashes so I can salvage the glass from their bulbs.

[Technology: Unknown]

Each part of course had its own duty, but I was no arms manufactor. It was pretty obvious by being adept at technology that the devices themselves were screaming from the amount of patch work operations that I was doing.

But it was all needed.

Captain: “Can you make stronger bombs!?”

Chemist: “Any stronger and we will lose the hull! You want to be in a vacuum sir!”

Captain: “FUCK! Everyone get a fucking welder and help me here! I don’t want to kill us all with a nuke!”

Luckily my work came out alright, as I was standing before half a dozen laser guns. I took in a breath and picked one of the weapons up, pointing it towards the wall to see just what the hell is going to happen when I pull the trigger.

{By the Omnissiah, work.}

First was a weird sound that a laser gun should not have come from a laser gun. Though that was not too much of a problem, as the laser still came out and scorched the wall. Since I could, I fired another shot and watched as the attack was actually much larger than the previous. Repeated attempts showed me numerous variations of shots, and I can swear the weapon itself was starting to over heat.

Yeah I would like to work on it more, but that would mean delaying the delivery of the armaments.

>Send out the guns
>Keep working on them
>Maybe certain modifications are needed *Suggest write in*

>>4642760
>>Maybe certain modifications are needed
Not in the material sense, but in the spiritual. Try to promote unity of the components through a hymn of bloodlust and battle.

>>4642789
>+1

>>4642760
>Send out the guns
We need them to fire at a blob, thats it. These arent for precision tactical things.

>>4642789
>1
Not bloodlust. DUTY!

Inspire Via Rites!
>>4642789
>>4642841
>>4642909

Send out the guns
>>4642844

These Machine Spirits were in pain, so much that I needed to help them in some way. There is really no chance of the Spirits being put to rest however, as that would mean that I need to make them properly.

I do not have the time or luxury of that.

So with a sigh I raised my mechanical arms, lighting the incense and cigar for myself. The smoke soon covered the room, the machine spirits feeling the tribute that I am making towards them. Of course it was not calming their pain, but I could just feel that they were now listening to me.

{Oh great machine to whom I have given life, I ask you today to complete a grand task for humanity.} I started while drifting the incense above the armaments, {I ask that you welcome the coming battle, and with your combined might wipe out the foe who seeks to consume us all. Thus, can you serve us this one time, and suffer the pains of your making?}

I looked closely at the machine, the weapons not doing anything for a moment. It was dreadful, just dreadful the amount of time that I must wait before the results come in.

[Religion: Partial Success]

[Fellowship: Success]

The guns gave a hum right then, the machine spirits willing to complete the task that I have begged them to complete.

{Thank you, oh Omnissiah, for this bounty of might.}

With that I collected the weapons and quickly ran out of my room. The sight of men all running to and from the medical wing. I could already see several weapons were laid out, quickly being taken up by men in order to fire at the slime.

“HEY EVERYONE!” I yelled to the crowd, “I GOT MORE GUNS! Come get them!!”

“Fucking hell yes!” In a matter of seconds a man in blue armor came up to me, a sword to his side and a feeling of command in his presence, “Laser Guns? How did you make these?”

“C-Captain!” I chippered before presenting him the arms, “I made these from the resources at my station. The Spirits are ready to fight the blob!”

The man looked over the guns, accepting one of them into his hand and shouldering it. With a single shot, the bolt digged deeper than any one before it.

“Good job, make more.” He said before taking all but one from my hand, “That is, unless you want to fight it. Gotta admit things are easy target practice.”

And with that he ran off with a guns, not even thanking me for them.

>Go shoot at the Blob
>Go make more of these guns!
>Develop an even better weapon to use against it *what?*

>>4643147
>Go make more of these guns!
If it don't work the first time, use more gun

>>4643147
>Go make more of these guns!
>Call upon the Russians next.

>>4643147
Can we get to it in space? If so, go out the and
>shoot the blob
since we’d be fairly safe.

If not,
>make more guns.

>>4643147
>Go make more of these guns!

More Guns!!
>>4643182
>>4643204
>>4643205
>>4643228

I watched as the Captain quickly put my guns to good use, the weapons fighting back the blob that was encroaching into the hallway. As for me, I simply had to go working on making some more damned armaments.

So I ran through the halls and once again into my facility. Looking at the APC within the room, I noticed that the machine was slowly closing in at the minimal alloted power. That of course meant I needed to quickly get some more guns made before I lost it!

The fabricator shifted and the autolave manufactured, the end result of course being the manufacturing of the latest parts from Nanotrasen. These parts were soon used in a barbaric fashion to become the most red-neck weapons on this side of the commonwealth.

{Come on now, my creations, do not cry.} I said to them while putting on the final touches, {I ask that you help me fight the threat. Within the hellfire that you cause, I am sure you will find peace.}

Just like before the weapons began to hum in a dangerous manner. I could not do anything else though, as I needed to fight!

Assistant: “Lookie here we are pushing it back!”

Captain: “Hes telling the truth men! Keep pushing!”

Head of Security: “Everyone be careful, something is not right here.”

Oh no please don’t say stuff like that people!

As if the universe was against me, the sounds of something began bashing itself against the maintenance door to my room. Blessed I be, it seems that the Blob might have figured out where the new guns were coming from.

Luckily, or maybe unlikely, it seems I have used the last of my power within my workshop. Defending this place would only mean preventing the damned thing from expanding into the rest of Science, which admittedly is not much.

>Stand your ground!
>Go join the rest of the forces to fight the blob
>Maybe see if EVA can be found, get some equipment for space fighting
>Other ideas?

>>4643558
>Stand your ground!
>Duel Wield Lasguns!
>Call the Russians for help we have guns to give them!

We can open a second front.

>>4643653
>+1
The honkening begins

>>4643558
>Stand your ground!
>>4643653
+1 Lets hold the line

>>4643653
+1

>>4643558
>Stand your ground!
>Duel Wield Lasguns!
>Call the Russians for help we have guns to give them!
What >>4643653 said

>>4643558
Do we have any beer? If so
>crack open a beer to summon the Russians.

Get some Vodka to summon the Russians and fight!!
>>4643653
>>4643691
>>4643780
>>4643853
>>4643896
>>4644207

Well, I sure as hell am not going to let this fucking thing take over my little work shop. Though one person was not going to be enough to fight it. No I needed a large amount of people all of who can fight the mother fucker.

So with a movement of the hands I reached into my back pack, taking out the bottle of Vodka that I at one point was nursing. Since it seemed to be ritual, I raised the bottle into the air and popped the cork in a celebratory fashion. In a few seconds the vents and garbage all opened up and presented the men I was looking for.

“Hey, Comrades right?” I asked while holding the bottle in my hand, “So I got this thing right outside that door. Was wondering if you guys could take care of it?”

The men all looked at one another, “Comrade, while we are willing to help we need something in return. We are currently being paid by the liquor from the Captain’s personal stash.”

“Alright then.” I said while setting the bottle on the table, “You can get my bottle of Vodka, as well as these guns I have been making.”

It was pretty obvious curiosity had them, and the men all moved to look over the three guns I was giving them. While I could not see their faces, I could obviously tell they were all becoming estatic about the weapons.

“Is this… all you can give us?” One of them asked as if hoping to get more.

“Look, do you want the guns or not?”

“Deal, comrade!” The Russians cheered while picking up the arms and bottle I had out for them, “Lead the way to our glorious triumph!”

“Great, get ready.” I said while wielding two guns, “Fire!!”

With a push of a button the maintenance door opened, several shots being fired into what I could only describe is a mass of blob flesh. The Mass I realized was actually a living thing, as the creature moved away. Since the creature was gone, the tendrils all got annihilated!

“Good shooting!” I yelled while smiling, “Guess its time we fight back!”

>Take up the front and fight for the Station!
>Stay in the rear to help the Russians if they start falling down
>Leave the russians to right here, Snickers has other places to go *Write in*

>>4644237
>Radio the base, tell him we armed the Russians and ask where we should all go.
Cap or HoS should know where the front needs shoring up, right?

>>4644320
>+1

>>4644237
>Radio the base, tell him we armed the Russians and ask where we should all go.
>Recharge our bod

>>4644237
>Take up the front and fight for the Station!
>And radio the captain to ask if they figured out where the core is likely at.

Radio Base
>>4644320
>>4644410
>>4644417 - You mean gun, right?

Move to the front base!
>>4644493

Robotocist: “Captain! The Blob has made it all the way to science! I’ve got a few Russians over here fighting it though, want us to stay here or help somewhere else?”

Captain: “Fucking-! Stay there and fight it damn it! Don’t let it get into Science!”

Robotcist: “Uh, understood”

With that I hopped off coms and looking into the desolate hallway. The Russians all around me were looking towards me as if I had some kind of authority, “We fightin’ it Comrade?”

“Yes we are… just… kinda wished I would have someone over to help me.”

“You are our employer, so you give orders.” The Russian said while paning to the others, “These men are drunk out of their minds, we won’t make good strategist.”

“Alright, fine.” I said while checking to make sure my guns have enough power, “Move forward, and I guess fight it?”

“Heh, that will do.” The Russians soon began to move forward, and I just blended myself into the middle of them.

It did not take long for us to find the blob, as it was literally down the hall. Bolts of energy blasts and physical bullets went passed me and into the mass, each hit doing its damnest to make some kind of headway.

With that we continued our way forward, looking at the mass that was reething through the maintence. More gunfire of course pushed it back, but damn was this all going to be a problem.

“Damn it, the thing has gone through the back of science.” I mumbled to myself while seeing the blob inhabited both sides of the fork, “fucking hell.

>Take everyone towards the Sci side, as to eliminate that end quickly.
>Half goes towards the Captain, the other fights towards sci with Snickers
>Snickers will take the group towards the Captain, pincering the creature.

>>4644808
>Take everyone towards the Sci side, as to eliminate that end quickly.
>Ask the Captain if they're keeping up with it's regeneration rate.
>Have the Russians Scavenge anything that can be used to torch the slime.

>>4644808
Everyone to sciance, we need to keep it outa there, we don't want it to get enhanced by anything in there and making this worse.

>>4644808
>Take everyone towards the Sci side, as to eliminate that end quickly.
>Keep updating the Captain

Got it
>>4644866
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“Uh, alright men!” I announced while pointing to the left, “We must eliminate all of the slime before we meet up with the Captain! Sounds cool?”

The men all looked at one another for a moment, before I received a cheer, “Aye Comrade, left us kill this Cyak!”

With our destination decided, we turned about and made our way into that direction.

[Ballistics Skill Increase]

There was of course a large amount of nasty things in this direction. This time around however I noticed the colors had changed to a kinda nasty beug color. I mean the thing was kinda looking like human skin stretched out across the area.

“Incoming!” Yelled one of the fellows as a pod looking thing charged across the room and ran itself into us. It got peppered by gunfire, but it was able to deliver its payload before we could eliminate it!

[Authority Check: Failed]

“Uhg, that fucking thing burns!” One of the fellows yelled out, and I could agree with them. Even with the gasmask on, the gas seemed to burn even my metallic skin. In a few moments we were forced to retreat, though that did not last for long.

“Shit big guy!” Yelled the fellow behind me, making me turn to see the big creature from earlier coming up from behind us.

It was nasty looking piece of work, massive limbs acting as if it would deliver one hell of a punch at us. Of course we have a lot of guns, but damn be this was going to be a problem!

“It’s coming towards us!” I turned around, this time to the front, to see the Blobl had rapidly expanded itself towards us in some kind of nasty flood to pincer us.

It was at this moment I realized we were not fighting something as casual as just some amaligious form, but instead an intelligent being. This thing was actually able to organize and perform tactics for coming out loud!

>Blast through the Blobbernaught, even if you don't have the best of aim.
>Shoot the encroaching mass, that material must be weak!
>Stand your ground!

>>4645167
>Blast through the Blobbernaught, even if you don't have the best of aim
It's a bigger threat than the mass.

>>4645167
>Blast through the Blobbernaught, even if you don't have the best of aim.

>>4645167
>Blast through the Blobbernaught, even if you don't have the best of aim.

Blobbernaught shall die
>>4645169
>>4645183
>>4645284

“Shoot the big guy!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, while turning about to face the creature.

[Authority Failure]

[Ballistics Skill: Barely a Failure]

Not everyone caught my commend, however I was still in control of myself as a person. So I turned about and started firing a bunch of energy bolts into the mother fucker. However it was to my horror that I was a fukcing piss poor shot.

However at the numerous shots I fired, the others soon got their attention in order and began shooting at the fucker. Each bolt seemed to Slowly shred the monster, however it was able to make it to one of our allies.

“Blyat!” THe one in melee with the creature yelled as he was forced to beat it over the head with the butt of the gun, “KEEP SHOOTING!”

“AAAHHH!” A scream came out from behind us as we were busy fighting. I could only assume that it took our delay in slaying its minion to go for the kill. However we could do nothing about that, so I just kept on firing my damned laser guns into the fucker.

“Take this ya Savok!” The russian yelled as the thing finally melted away from the entourage of gun fire. Of course we quickly took the chance to run for it, making our way down the hallway so we can stay away from the mass itself.

“Tsk, we lost Malkorov!”

“Poor bastard, we will avenge him!”

Yup, seems the poor fellow who was next to the mass was not with us. I took a moment to look around, and sure enough we had lost a fellow. However, counter to that we took out one of the Blob’s minions.

[Biology Success]

That minion probably took a lot of material to craft. If we attack now, we might have a good chance to grievously injure the mass itself!

>Round two, lets reclaim science!
>Fall back to the base, get a better commander for these Russians
>Flee the station, this thing is going to eat y’all alive!
>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism

>>4645705
>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism

>>4645705
>Round two, lets reclaim science!
If we don't recover Malkorovs body he'll be turned into a zombie and we'll have killed that minion for nothing. Attack!

>>4645705
>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism

>>4645705
>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism
>"I'll be damned if I let this thing turn him into resources! We're grabbing that body!"

>>4645705
>>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism
>It’s taking our station, our alcohol! Let’s blow this fucker to pieces let’s see how its remains go in a Three Mile Island shot!

>>4645705
>Try and inspire the Russians for greater feats of heroism
>It’s taking our station, our alcohol! Let’s blow this fucker to pieces let’s see how its remains go in a Three Mile Island shot!

Inspire the Russians!
>>4645709
>>4645716
>>4645722
>>4645964
>>4646104

Reclaim Sci
>>4645712

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We took a moment to breath, in which time I looked over my crew. I could feel their sadness, their loss of a valuable comrade easily weighing on us. It was obvious fatality was going to occur, but I’d be damned if this was going to be the end of us!

“Comrades.” I announced while turning to the Russians about me, “We have loss a valuable man, whose sacrifice has left us with one less fellow to enjoy a good drink with.”

The men all looked at me, each of them leaning upon the walls as they did so.

“However this thing that is creeping upon the station is what will cause our death. It will take our station, and our alcohol with it.”

I could feel their attentions upon me, their missry pretty apparent. However they somehow knew what I was going to say next. However the one did not expect me to walk up and grab his open hands.

“But are we just going to stay here and let it do that? I say no, we will not! Comrade, in the memory of Malkorov we shall destroy this thing!” I triumph over the men, “So lets get our asses back in there and burn the fucker to pieces. After which, Nanotrasen will owe us one hell of a night in Alcohol!”

[Fellowship Success]

“Aye!” They all yelled out while raising their guns into the air.

“So let us charge and end it! Attack!!” And with that we broke out spriting towards the mass located in Science Maintenance.

Within moments we were faced with the Blob, to which we gave it one hell of a barrage of laser and rifle fire. Each shot broke it more and more into pieces, until finally we were finally able to start advancing. However we advanced any farther I saw something I did not expect to see.

“Malkorov!?” As the Russian cried, the man stumbled towards us. However he was clearly being puppeted by the thing sitting ontop of this head.

Well this is not good for moral

>Incinerate the body with gun fire, commissar
>Try and disable it, to remove the thing on his head
>Order everyone else to shoot it, to spread the guilt

>>4646194
>Try and disable it, to remove the thing on his head
>Take someone's normal gun to do it with.
>If the inside of the skull isn't ruined cut it's brain out.

On the other hand this is a good chance to recreate the "I'd expect each of you to do the same for me." Scene from starship troopers.

>>4646247
+1, because spess and because people die and are revived all the time

>>4646194
>Try and disable it, to remove the thing on his head

>>4646194
>Try and disable it, to remove the thing on his head

I aint sure the Russians are actual employees of the company a have the clone health plan, may need the body to make a clone

Disable!
>>4646239
>>4646285
>>4646304

“Fucking shit…” I said while making my way forward, “Someone give me their gun.”

“W-why?”

“Just hand it.”

The Russian handed me his firearm, with an obvious wonderment about him. With the chance given to me, I pointed the gun towards the mass of flesh and started firing.

[Ballistics Skill: Sucks]

Yeah, there was no one shot kill on this fucker. No I just kept shooting him in the chest until the mass fell on the ground disabled. It took a good while for it to actually happen, and by then the rest of the men were already starting to shooting. They were not moving up much, which was kinda a problem.

“Cover me!” I yelled while marching up towards the corpse of their fallen comrade.

“Sure, but what the hell are you doing?” One of the men asked as I got to work.

“Getting the brain!”

I could feel the disgust on their faces as I took the wire cutters I was holding onto and started cracking into the skull. However hard it was, I only needed to get my way into the damned skull. Soon my attempt was worth it, and slowly I took out the brain of their fallen comrade.

“What the hell!?” A fellow yelled while looking at my trophy, “Why did you take out his brain?!”

“Because I can do this.” And with a motion of my hand I took the brain and stuck it into a MMI. The machine seemed to hum for a moment, before finally giving me a positive vital sign.

“Ugh…. I don’t feel good mother…”

“Fucking hell he’s alive!”

“Should I be glad we are with you, or horrified man?”

“By the Othodox Church, this shit is insane.”

“Don’t you men worry, for if you fall here it will not be you’re end,” I could not help but give a laugh, “Now come and fight! We must retake Science in the name of the Omnissiah!”

>Try and get back to Robotics to plug this fellow into a Borg
>See if you can get some chemicals together
>Maybe a space suit would be nice. There’s got to be one nearby
>Other things you might find

>>4646613
>See if you can get some chemicals together
The blob was likely targeting that so if we get to it first we can turn those against it. Plus there's a chance we can find one of its nodes or Nuclei.

>>4646613
>See if you can get some chemicals together

>>4646613
>See if you can get some chemicals together

I just realized the blobnaught in science didn't explode on death, It melted. Is the blob we're fighting still explosive lattice?

Get to the Chems!!
>>4646634
>>4646638
>>4646821

>>4647339
You are correct, it was Zombifying Pods.

“Come on we are almost there!” I announced while we focused on firing a few bolts of energy at the mass of flesh.

“I see some light!” One of the men yelled as we finally cleaved our way about the place and made it to the backside of Science.

He was not wrong, as after what seemed like minutes of weapons fire we finally got to the back step of the research area. With one more push we broke through the mass, making our way through and into the area itself.

“FInally, we made it.” I said when we turned the corner and cleared the remaining blob within the area, “But it looks like there is a little more. What the hell was this fucker doing?”


“Can’t say, but we are almost out of electricity.” One of the men said while raising his energy gun.

“Give me a moment then, I’ll get them ready to recharge.”

It was not hard, as I just hooked the batteries up to the APC. The need to charge gave us a momentary breather, but I will also note we still needed to fire some extra shots into the maintenance to keep the blob from moving to reclaim us.

“What is this?” I whispered to myself as I found a small cabinet of chemical supplies. Of course a good amount of them were just variations on alcoholic spirits, but there are a couple of interesting chemicals.

However, “Is it just me, or are the coms too quiet?” I asked my group.

“Comrade!” One of the men yelled out towards me, “The blob is changing colors!”

“What?” I went over and saw what the man was shooting at, as the Blob was now a light blue color. Our fellows were shooting the mass, and during a couple of shots I could not help but notice that the lights in our room were shuttering occasionally.

[Technology: Success]

“I think its fucking with the machines.” I announced while watching the mass ripple about.

>Send the Russians forward, this is not a good situation for Snickers
>Go with them, becuase fuck it we need to kill the Blob!
>Experiment with a few of the chemicals in here and see what happens
>Look for something that can help win this fight!

>>4647394
>Experiment with a few of the chemicals in here and see what happens

>>4647394
>Send the Russians forward, this is not a good situation for Snickers
Then while they are doing that
>Experiment with a few of the chemicals in here and see what happens

Experiment!
>>4647459
>>4647529

“Alright guys.” I said while speaking to the men around me, “Seems the Blob has some kind of EMP effect going along. So that means I cannot follow you in.”

“Really Comrade, but you were just getting good with gun.” One of the men said with a hint of pitty.

“Yeah I know, but its what the fucking blob did. Anyways, you all shouldn’t use your laser guns until its changes again, I guess.” I said while pointing to their weapons, “One wrong shot and you all will lose your guns until we can get them recharged.”

The men listened for a moment, until they gave me a nod, “Understood Comrade, we will bring you back a Trophy!”

With that the men went to work, heading out of the room to start the slaughter.

“So… we are stuck in here?” The brain known as Malkorov said while in my pocket.

“Sadly yes, as both of us will die if we head out there right now. Though that does not mean we are useless.” I said while turning towards the jars and bottles of chemicals.

“Well, Comrade and Savior.” The Russian said back to me, “What are you going to make with these?”

“Can’t say.” I said while looking over the bottles, “Lets see what the hell I can craft.”

[Chemistry Failed]

So I went about it, mixing whatever the hell I could into a beaker. It seemed that with every thing I mixed the concoction seemed to get that little bit more toxic. I kinda wonder if the Omnissiah blesses these chemicals, as it's pretty obvious that this is some kinda heresy I am making.

“You know, Comrade, even if I was three bottles deep I would not have a drink of that.” My Brainy friend said outright.

“I would agree with you on that but…”

>Throw it at the Blob
>Go for another round of potion making
>Get a borg body for this fellow
>Search the facility for anything useful.

>>4647868
>Throw it at the Blob
>Contact the captain to know how the battle going

>>4647868
>Throw it at the Blob
>Contact captain.

We need something that causes burn damage. Let's hope that what we made is a fire bomb.

>>4647868
>Throw it at the Blob

>Contact captain.

Throwing at the Blob!
>>4647910
>>4647968
>>4648031

“Alright, fuck it lets see what happens.” I announced to myself while running out of the room and into the maintenance.

“Keep firing comrades!” I heard one of the Russians yell as I saw a soft yellow glow infront of them, “I think that is something important!”

“We are running out of bullets though!” The other yelled while feeding ammo.

“Don’t worry my fellows, I have the Solution!” I yelled while running in front of them, “Take this you damn Blob!”

My chemical slammed into the blob, and within moments the thing’s color began to shift oddly from color to color. Soon though it finalized on a kinda red color, and the feeling I got from it was gone.

“Use your lasers!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, and soon the numerous shots of energy slammed themselves into the mass around that odd nod. Within moments the yellow thing popped, and almost all activity around it stopped.

“D-did we kill it?”

[biology: Success]

“I don’t think so, burn whatever is left!” I yelled while getting out my coms, “I’mma see if anyone is online.

[Technology Check: Success]

I made a quick check on my systems, and indeed the device was messed with. Seemed the lesser machine spirits got hit with a stray EMP blast and shorted the connects. The repair was rudimentary though, and soon I was back online.

Assistant: “WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!”

Robocist: “Stop crying damn it! What happened!?”

Assistant: “The guns stopped working, the fucking Blob did something to them! The Blob is making its way through space and is now working its way around!”

HoS: “Shut up damn it! Where was the Captain!”

Assistant: “He was in the maintenance, w-why!?”

HoS: “Well crew, this thing is probably going to take the station unless we can get some help. I hereby order everyone to get to the Captain and retrieve his corpse, we need his fucking ID!”

There was nothing else to hear, so I cut the coms unit. We had cleared this wing of the damn creature, and we were probably in the same maintenance as the Captain. Though, gotta be honest, if things are that bad it might just be better to find a way off the station.

>Go get the ID
>Find a way off the station
>Go to the frontlines and attempt to recover it
>Return to the workshop, time to make better guns *What do you wanna make?*

Dont forget you can always write in, as many of you probably know alternatives. Hell, I can think of 3 ways and some of you probably more.

>>4648261
>Go to the frontlines and attempt to recover it
>Get spare power for the front.
>"The blob shifted to an EMP causing form. I need to recharge your weapons. hang on until I get there, if cargo can hear us we need a fork lift and whatever mining gear you can find strapped to the fork at the front now!

>>4648261
>Refuel the guns
>Go get the ID

>>4648261
>Refuel the guns ASAP
>Go to the frontlines and attempt to recover it
>Get spare power for the front.
>"The blob shifted to an EMP causing form. I need to recharge your weapons. hang on until I get there, if cargo can hear us we need a fork lift and whatever mining gear you can find strapped to the fork at the front now!

Refuel and get the ID!!
>>4648273
>>4648292
>>4648543

Roboticist: “Cool, me and my comrades here will move over and get that damn ID. However I need Cargo to order as many pieces of mining supplies as they can get!”

HoS: “Hell yeah we can use the help, you dumbasses hear that?”

Quartermaster: “Loud and Clear sir, though we will see how fast Nanotrasen is willing to send them.”

“Alright my Comrades!” I announced while turning about towards the group behind me, “We are going to the front lines and recharge our guns. After that, we will move forward and get that damn ID.”

“Aye, sounds great!” They said before falling in line and heading towards the area.

I was expecting everything to have gone to shit, but damn things were much worse than I expected. The tendrils have gotten everywhere, and quickly we had to start firing at it just to get to an available APC. Soon though we were stationed, and I got out some wire.

[Technology Check Success]

“Give some of your guns, we are recharging!” I yelled while hooking my own guns to the power supply.

“Ugh, does this thing never end!” One of my fellows bickered as I was given his gun.

“Hopefully it does,” I answered him back while giving the fellow a recharged gun.

We kept at this for a little while, charging and firing. Soon though something came over the coms I have been waiting for.

Quartermaster “Mining Equipment has arrived, where you want it?”

Roboticist “Bring it to the front lines! We’ll be using it really soon!”

With that, resupply was done. In a few moments we will be starting the assault.

>Go start the fight! Time to retrieve the ID!
>Modify the Mining Equipment to make it more deadly *How you wanna modify it?*
>Be sure to draft any man you see available.

>>4648849
>Russians try to get the ID.
>Modify the Mining Equipment to make it more deadly *How you wanna modify it?*
>Attach the mining equipment to a piece of equipment we can drive into the walls of the goo. Like a group of cleaner bots we can reprogram or a forklift we can have Malkorov drive.

>>4648951
>+1

>>4648849
>>4648951
Backing this anon plan

Again, use green text when voting.
>>4648951
>>4648970
>>4649239

I watched as coming from around the corner was a series of men coming around with crates, “Alright Comrades, this is where I will leave you.” I told the Russians.

“Are you sure Comrade?”


“Yup, though I will be behind you after a few minutes. I need to get something made first.” I said while the Cargonians arrived to drop off the equipment.

“Hmm, alright be swift!” The one speaking said while cheering with the almost empty bottle of vodka, “And if not, please give this bastard a new wound.”

“Of course I will.” I answered as they ran off to start the fight.

“H-here is your delivery sir!” One of the delivery boys said with a slight sweat upon his brow.

“Thank you, open them all up!” I ordered with a wicked smile.

What I looked over was a series of weapons and items, even a small robot from the looks of things. I of course put two and two together, and started working on the machine.

What I was of course completing was probably closer to tech heresy than anything else, though the need for their service was greater than ever. One by one I put wires together, attaching things like the Particle Accelerators into eachother and giving them a shared power source.

Hell, I was going so far that I plugged in the numerous batteries from my remaining guns into the system. I was of course expecting a long fight, but this was in preparation for whatever Omnissiah knows I was creating!

“Done!” I cheered as the unit was finished.

What I had created was super mining fighting robot. Using the Mining Bot as a base it was pretty easy to put all the tool onto the same board and give the machine one hell of a fighting ability. Of course, that left the fact these weapons were much stronger in areas with low to no pressure.

However,that only left the operation of the machine. At this point, it was relying on the simple CPU of a mining droid. Surely there was something better I could put into it…

>Snickers shall place himself into the machine
>Use the Dead Russian brain he has been carrying around.
>Nah, its good like this.

>>4649284
>Use the Dead Russian brain he has been carrying around.
You know what he has to say, and it isn't "I live again"

>>4649284
>Use the Dead Russian brain he has been carrying around.
Its his time to fly

>>4649284
>Use the Dead Russian brain he has been carrying around.

>>4649284
>Snickers shall place himself into the machine
I wont let this chance go, SUPER FIGHTING SNICKERS GO

>>4649317
Gotta be honest man, atleast on the servers I am on they don't say anything else.

>>4649573
We made Lasguns. We're about to put him into a dreadnaught. If he doesn't say the 40k line I won't forgive.

>>4649591
ahhhh AAAAHHHHH

Russian Dreadnaught
>>4649317
>>4649337
>>4649399

Snickers himself
>>4649505

“Alright, Malkorov, it is your time to shine.” I announced while cracking open the shell of the small robot and ripping out the motherboard.

“Comrade, what are you talking about?”

“You will hereby serve.” I announced while lowering the disconnected brain into the system, “Enjoy your enturment Malkorov, as when we survive this you will probably bring us to the next leg of scientific evolution and glory to the Omnissiah.”

“...” The brain was silent for a moment as I held him there, but I did not need to wait more that ten seconds, “Do it, comrade.”

With that permission given, I delivered him into the mass of flesh into his tomb. With a few motions of the hand I hooked the servos to the MMI, the machine slowly becoming alive as it slowly began to operate.

“In Life, I fought for vodka.” The Russian said while all of the proto accelerator cannons primed, “In Death, I Serve.”

“MWHAHAHAHA!” I laughed while shouldering the remaining laser gun, “Let us run into combat, my Creation! For the Omnissiah! CHARGE!!”

With that we ran forward, the mass of guns already firing at the blob before we could make contact. The remeanets that were infront of us did not stand a chance, as in melee the drill began to eviscerate the bio flesh that the blob had created!

“Comrades!” I shouted as I quickly noticed our allies making a last stand from the other side of the room.

“AYY Cyka! COME FUCKING HELP US!” They yelled back.

Of course we obliged, Malkorov easily turning the slime into chowder as we approached. Yeah the weapons were shit within a pressurized environment, but thanks to a little know how called more dakka, such a limitation has been ignored.

Soon we had it, and I gave my fellows a fist bump, “Comrade! Did you find where the Captain is?”

“Yes that was not hard,” He answered while pointing towards the corpse even further down the hall covered in vines, “Though we could not reach him as you see. Though I noticed something strange glowing over there. Think that is something?”

I took a gander at it myself, and sure enough the thing was some kinda soft yellow glow. For something to give that much light off, it's gotta be really fucking big.
So do we take the risk and pop it?

>Go for it!
>Retrieve the Captain’s ID
>Ya know, what are Proto Accelerators used for anyways?

>>4649693
>Retrieve the Captain’s ID

>>4649693
>Retrieve the Captain’s ID

>>4649693
>Go for it!
Pop that! It's gotta be the nucleus!

>>4649693
>Go for it!
Send Malk in after it

>>4649693
>Go for it!
Kill the fucking core damnit!

Kill it!
>>4649754
>>4649800
>>4649956

The ID!
>>4649715
>>4649718

I thought about it for a moment, but indeed that was going to be something much more valuable of a target. That yellow thing from earlier was likely some sort of control node, but then that means the one I am seeing is bigger than the last.

Bigger means more processing power, which means it might be the base!!

“Comrades, that is the brain of the monster!” I yelled while pointing my gun towards the location, “Let us charge and kill it!!”

“Fuck yes! CHARGE!!” And with a war cry we started working out way forward.

The slime attempted to change once again, this time becoming a green spiky thing. Being next to it was of course pain, but fucking hell we were going to tear this fucker a new one!

“I don’t care if it encircles us!” I yelled to everyone, “We get to the node, it's dead!!”

“Aye Comrade!!”

“I have died one, Blob, I HAVE NO FEAR!”

We were a whirlwind of damage, our guns and weapons tearing through the flesh. Though thanks to those damned spikes we were torn one hell of a new gash.

To be honest, this was going to be a final stand, something that we should die fighting. However, that was the moment I noticed that the entire room was starting to spark about. My system’s sensors were going off, and I could not believe it.

“What the, fucking radition!?” Was about all I could say, however that meant little when we finally made it through into the main room.

At the center of it all was a giant node, something that was the size of the Ripley Mech I made so long ago. It had no face or emotion, but I could feel its rage against what we have done to it. Soon the things around it began to become animated, with two of those blobbernaughts coming out of the woodwork.

“Are we going to make it!?” One of my comrades yelled at me.

“I do not know, but…” I said as purple particles began to appear around us.

>Something very wrong is about to happen, HOLD POSITION!!
>CHARGE THE NODE!
>RUN AWAY!

Now everyone can do this, roll a 1d2. Fun shit is about to happen.

>>4650320
Actually scratch that, vote
>1
>2

Trust me, its going to be shocking.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4650316
>Something very wrong is about to happen, HOLD POSITION!!
Green blob ignores brute damage. Weapons only.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4650316
>Something very wrong is about to happen, HOLD POSITION!!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4650316
>CHARGE THE NODE!

>>4650316
>>4650324
2
DESTROY THE CORE!!!

Hold Position
>>4650325
>>4650464

Node!
>>4650602

>>4650618
Greentext for them to count!

“HOLD POSITION EVERYONE!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, “SOMETHING IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN!”

“UNDERSTOOD COMRADE!”

“I SHALL MAKE YOU MEET THE SAME FATE AS I!!”

The fighting got gruesome, as we were slowly getting killed by the vines closing in on us. However, what I was feeling was correct in that the particles in the room started to grow more and more pronounced. Soon the area was becoming that of a miniature light show.

Then the sparks started to grow.

Numerous sparks covered the room, the radiation that was building within the room starting to subside. They shifted about, collecting upon one another as the Blob’s tendrils were fried into a crisp by the majority of them. The mass became larger and larger until the they began to reach a climax of which I have never seen in my life.

“What the fuck.”

And thats when it finalized, becoming a massive ball of electricity.

“H-HOLD MEN!” I yelled as lightning began to thrash from it and strike at the station around it. In moments the Blob, which was sitting next to it, began to be burnt like kentucky fried chicken.

“By Stalin…” One of the Russians said as the blob was turned into some kinda bubbling mass of a thing.

“Grab something!!” I shouted as the electricity slammed itself into the walls and shattered them like they were wet tissue paper. The air was quickly drained from our room, but we held out just long enough to watch as the Blob was completely consumed by the ball.

As the blob turned into a silvery color, the ball went right into the station, doing Omnissiah knows what to the thing.

>Grab the Captain’s ID and call a shuttle.
>Find an escape Shuttle
>Just hide somewhere till this all passes over.

>>4650772
>Grab the Captain’s ID and call a shuttle.

>>4650772
>Grab the Captain’s ID and call a shuttle
Never seen shit like this in /vg/. Probably some dumb thing from another server. Multi-form blob also sounds like cancer. /vg/ blob is simple: "grow, spread, plant nodes and factories, pulse a lot, farm points, abuse stealthiness as much as you can until caught, deal ungodly rapid brute damage to anybody in one tile reach of you, plant those things that spawn blob spore ally mobs, multitask like a motherfucker, sow chaos and fear, dominate and end the round by yourself, or have madmen use anchored emitter lasers and put your life on a timer as no amount of max-armored blob walls can stop the endless death beam from reaching your core's area and clearing enough of a path that other players will mop up with laserguns and mechs inward till your core is spotted then goodnight"

>>4650772
>Grab the Captain’s ID and call a shuttle.
This won't be over until we hear the biohazard has been contained. Otherwise we won't get to leave.

>>4650772
>Grab the Captain’s ID and call a shuttle.

>>4650792
I think someone in Engineering unleashed Tesla

>>4651068
No you guys made the Tesla Ball

>>4651160
We did? When? How?

>>4651190
You made it because of what you created. Think about it, what are the Proto Accelerators a Prototype to?

Captain ID
>>4650782
>>4650792
>>4650925
>>4651042

Are you telling me we created an out of control tesla Generator out of Malkorov?. . . He's dead isn't he?

>>4651312
Ehh, thats probably the best explanation. But no, he did not die but was just the thing that awakened all those pesky particles. You fellows more or less had a 50-50 chance of either Tesla or Singularity. To be honest you got off pretty easy with the Tesla.

>>4651316
Some good news but, Well shit. How long will that ball be traveling the station?

>>4651319
Eh, to be honest I don't think Lose Teslas ever go out. At least, I have never seen it go out. Maybe a few weeks?

>>4651322
Time to evacuate the station. That thing might kill the blob before another team can ground it and repair the station at least.

It was pretty obvious that what just happened killed the Blob, meaning we should probably get out of there too. Space was, of course, lacking in both the air and heat department so we quickly got our asses out of it.

So we moved, using the Blob as our railing to guide us out of the dreadful void. As we did so, I pointed towards the corpse of the hallen captain to Malkorov, and the droid seemed to understand what the hell I was talking about.

With that finished, we quickly ran out of the void. Of course it took us a moment to get out thanks to the firelocks trying their best to minimize the amount of air escaping. So with one of the three remaining russians on my back, we got ourselves out onto the main hallway.

“Ugh, finally we made it back.” I announced while laying on the ground.

“What was that thing?” The fellow who I was dragging asked.

“Some kind of electrical discharge.” I said while scratching my head, “Damn thing was more than likely caused by our weapons. Though how the fuck it happened I cannot tell you.”

As I finished my guesses on what happened, the maintenance door once again opened to reveal the death machine I made, “Here’s the corpse you were wanting.”

“Thanks.” I said before looking through his pockets and taking out the Captain’s ID, “We should get moving, get this damn shuttle called so we can leave.”

Since we were already on the way, I decided to start talk into the radio, “Hey, HoS, I got the damned ID. Ready to receive us?”

As I spoke though, I noticed there was no response from the other end. Instead, the entire damn station once again started to creek and shutter. I could feel my heart crash as the thoughts of the station coming apart came to mind.

However, we finally arrived into the Bridge. However we had to work to get the damned doors opened up with a crowbar!

“Anyone here?” A Russian yelled out while looking from one area to another. Honestly it was kinda morbid, with the only lighting being Space itself, “Is everyone fucing dead or something?”

“Uh, probably.” I answered while getting to the console, “Uh, give me a moment to reroute some power.”

Since the weapon was more or less useless now, I plugged the power cell into the circuits of the computer. With that it was simply as easy as getting the ID to register and ask for a shuttle to come. Since I had nothing better to write, I put down ‘Station is fucked sideways and might be getting cut in two. Please save us.’

With that, an ETA of a few hours was announced.

>Go get some Space Suits from EVA
>Sit here, since its pretty dangerous outside
>Look for survivors and vodka

>>4651326
>Go get some Space Suits from EVA
We need to keep moving to avoid the ball for the hours. And the ball is more likely to depressurize the station than electrocute us if we avoid it. So let's go grab a space suit to we can actively avoid it.

>>4651326
>Go get some Space Suits from EVA

>>4651326
>Look for survivors and vodka
Save the damn booze

>>4651326
>Go get some Space Suits from EVA
Do keep in mind what >>4651477 said though: Eyes open for booze we can recover without risking our lives for it.
>the firelocks trying their best to minimize the amount of air escaping
Everybody hates firelocks because there's never a real fire that isn't plasmaflood fire nowadays, and firelocks impede players escaping more often than help them contain things