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>>5363317
>Grab hand tools
You take the steel wrench, since you can already use your penknife as a makeshift screwdriver.

>>5363653
>Equip the comically large spoon
You grab the comically large spoon. Despite its size, it’s only a spoonful and thus takes up only one inventory slot.

>>5363813
>Claim the room by right of conquest
>Store the hat and the card in this room
You put away the robot head and trading card. It’s unlikely that the others will touch your stuff, but because the door lock’s been hacked open, anyone can just walk in and do whatever they want here.

>Examine the circuit board
You can’t make heads or tails of it. But Jkli seems to know what it is.
“Oh! A 3600-Mqb foamdrive!” they say. “With a few other components, we can use that to build you a robot override device, which will easily take care of our little Sylithian problem.”
“It’ll take that foamdrive, a quasithreaded combinatory unit, a pusillanimeter, and a Vichoba-class positronic brain. We’ll also need the assistance of someone skilled in programming (or any expert logician, for that matter), as well as, let’s say, 4000 mF. Repayable at your earliest convenience, of course.”

>Consider if the magnet can be used to erase robot memories, and if we want that
They’re hardened against normal old magnets like this one. You could deal some damage if you put it right up in their heads, though.

>Whimsically hold the mop upside down to pretend that it is a wig and sing Buttercup from HMS Pettifore.
“Is this one of your human customs?”

What do?
>Do something with this junk
>Come out of the closet
>Talk to the prisoners
>Something else?

>>5371388
Let's go talk to the prisoners

>>5371388
>Come out of the closet
>Talk to the prisoners
The first step to a dialogue with the prisoners is being honest with ourselves.

>>5371388
talk to the prisoners

>5371388
>>Come out of the closet

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>>5371451
>>5371481
>>5371601
>>5371939
You exit the storage closet with pride.

Jkli’s here, so you consult with them.
“The components for the robot override device are fairly common, so with a bit of investigation, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding them around the ship. But if you need a hint, we’ll give you pointers for 200 mF a pop.”
You currently have 265 mF. You can also go negative if needed.
The three-headed salesman adds, “By the way, if you can figure out a way to incapacitate Prache or any other Sylithians aboard this vessel, the robots will become much easier to deal with.”

You go talk to Garnash, who’s busy gnawing on a chair in the cafeteria.
“Hi, Garnash.”
“Hello!” the alien chirps. “Do you need me for something?"
“Not right now, no. Have you seen a quasithreaded combinatory unit, a pusillanimeter, or a Vichoba-class positronic brain anywhere around here?”
“I dunno!”
“Well, is there anything you think I should know, maybe about the ship, or the other inmates?”
“I dunno!”
Garnash resumes chewing on the plastic chair leg with a big grin.

For lack of better options, you seek out Asatha. The insectoid creature is in the showers, and has apparently pried off the wall tiles and excised much of the plumbing.
“Er… what are you doing?” you ask.
“Eep!”
Asatha jumps to his feet and falls backward into a pile of pipes, scattering them everywhere with the cacophony of metal.
“I-I-I-I-“ he stutters. You try to calm down the frantic mothman by putting your arms out nonthreateningly.
“Whoa, whoa! It’s fine, I won’t hurt you and I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know what you’re doing.”
“I’m just fiddling with the piping!” Asatha squeaks. “I-I-I got bored… I didn’t mean anything by it! I’ll put it back later!” He fidgets with a section of pipe in his hands. (Wings?) “I just really like messing with tubing…”

You remember that fourth guy you saw, the one shaped like a bowl. The alien is still sitting in its cell facing the wall.
“Uh, hello.”
The alien offers a noncommittal grunt.
“What’s your name?”
“Klopu,” it mutters.
“Wanna help us break out of here?” you ask in your brightest voice.
The alien visibly rolls its eyes and continues sitting in silence. You don’t really see a conversation happening here, so you just leave.

What do?
>Break open technology to look for robot override components
>Explore more rooms of the ship
>Ask Jkli for a hint
>Talk to that robot chef from earlier
>Something else?

>>5375544
>Break open technology to look for robot override components

>Talk to that robot chef from earlier
Offer him a more rewarding career path if he helps us get out of here. If his programming forbids this... Offer to help reprogram him, if he can give us some free pointers.

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>>5375552
You go to the kitchen and hit up the chef for advice.
"YE AGAIN, HUH?” the robot says.
“Hey, do you happen to know where I can find a quasithreaded combinatory unit, a pusillanimeter, or a Vichoba-class positronic brain?”
“THERE’S A COMBINATORY UNIT IN TH’ SYNTHESIZER O’ER THERE, AYE. BUT YE’LL BE MOST BLOWN UP IF YE DINNAE KNOW WHA’YE’RE DOIN’, ON ACCOUNT’VE THE DELICATE MECH’NISMS N’ PIPING AN AW.” The cooking robot moves the fridge, exposing a complex machine.
“I KEN PUSILLANIMETERS AND VICHOBA-CLASS BRAINS’RE MOSTLY IN SECURITY BOTS. MESELF, I'VE A CLYTHE-CLASS NOGGIN.“

“By the way”, you ask, “there’s a big demand for luxury chefs back on my home planet. We’ve got all the latest technology and equipment, and a skilled android like yourself would certainly do well there. Perhaps you’d be willing to help us escape, in return for a more fulfilling career path.”
“SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT GIG,” the cook replies. “ONLY PROBLEM IS, I’M A BOT O’ SYLITH, AN’ ONLY WORK FER SYLITHIANS. HARD-CODED INTO ME, IT IS.”
“Maybe I could reprogram you?”
"MY PROGRAMMING REQUIRES THAT I SAY NAE. ALSO..." The chef scoffs. “D’YE EVEN KEN HOW A POSITRONIC BRAIN WORKS? S’M’RE COMPLICATED THAN PUTTIN’ T’GETHER A WEBSITE, LAD. UNLESS YE’VE GOT AN ADVANCED DEGREE IN AI ENGINEERING, I DINNAE LET YE NEAR THIS BRAIN O’ MINE.”

What do?
>Try to take apart the synthesizer
>Look for someone with an advanced degree in AI engineering
>Summon security bots
>Something else?

>>5377187
>Look for someone with an advanced degree in AI engineering

>>5377187
Wait a sec
Is there anything stopping us from
>Go back to the room we crashed in Thread 1, search for the robot parts we pulled out of the robot head, see if any of them are suitable

>>5377187
>Explore the rest of the map.

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>>5377526
You go to the last room you haven’t explored yet. The second you walk through the door, you come face-to-face with the barrel of a plasma caster.
“ACCESS DENIED,” a security drone blares at you. It’s flanked by several others, all bristling with heavy-duty weaponry. “REMAIN IN LIGHT SECURITY ZONE, ALIEN INTRUDER, OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE PUNITIVE MEASURES.”
“What? Why?” you ask, because you just feel like questioning a crowd of deadly enforcer androids.
“WE ARE ANALYZING YOUR BIOLOGY FOR CONTAINMENT PURPOSES. KNOWN FEATURES INCLUDE: OXYGEN-BASED RESPIRATION, CENTRALIZED NERVOUS SYSTEM, REVERSIBLE IMPAIRMENT THROUGH ETHANOL. ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURE FORMALIZED: 15 SPACE-MINUTES. CAUSE NO TROUBLE UNTIL WE HAVE SAFELY CONTAINED YOU.”
The robots shove you out of the hallway and back into the cafeteria. Looks like you’re on a time limit.

>>5377518
You fish through the pile of head bits in the cell block, but you don’t find anything that fits the bill. You probably need to source those parts from an actual enforcer, rather than these skinny servitors.

>>5377505
You ask around for AI engineers. Nobody seems to have any leads, until you ask Klopu.
“Hey, do you know someone who could hack an AI?”
“Maybe I do,” the short alien mutters.
“Oh! Who is it?”
“Me.”
“Ohhh! Do you think you could help me with something? I’ll make it worth your while!”
“No.”

What do?
>Offer Klopu the endless riches of your home planet
>Offer Klopu an incredibly rare and valuable trading card
>Offer Klopu the chance to not get a penknife in the eyeballs
>Ask Jkli for help
>Something else?

>>5378397
>Offer Klopu an incredibly rare and valuable trading card
I have spare boss cards from Roguelands, boys.

>>5378653
+

>>5378397
>Offer Klopu an incredibly rare and valuable trading card

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>>5378397
>Offer Klopu the chance to not get a penknife in the eyeballs

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>>5378653
>>5380767
>>5380776
>>5381034
In the hopes of bribing this uncooperative lump, you go back and get that trading card you found.
“How about if I offered you this mint-condition holographic trading card, worth thousands of cred on the black market and yet to be banned from tournament play?”
Klopu’s eyes bug out in surprise. “Hey! That’s my card!” The alien reaches out for the slip of plastic, but your superior human biology wins the battle.
“Nuh uh uh! You gotta do something for me first, Klopu.”
Klopu strains for the card, but eventually relents. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I’d like you to reprogram the chef to be free of the Sylithians’ influence so he can help us escape. I’ll give you back the card once you’re done.”
“Hrmmph… fine. Asshole.”
“Hey, look on the bright side. I could’ve just threatened to pop those eyeballs of yours like party balloons.”

(1/2)

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You go to the kitchen with Klopu in tow.
“I’m back, and I’ve got someone who can reprogram a positronic brain.”
“HOLD ON THERE, LAD. IF’N I CATCH NOTICE O’ AN INMATE TRYIN’ TA REPROGRAM ME, I’M PROGRAMATICALLY BOUND T’ PING THEM SECURITY BOTS FER HELP.”
“So…”
“SO YE OUGHT TA PREPARE BEFORE YA TRY ANYTHING. IF YA WERE TA TRY ANYTHING.”

Once you start reprogramming the chef, at least one robotic enforcer will enter the room. You should probably set up some trap or ambush, or at least a distraction so that the three of you can get away. And naturally, the guards might get their panties in a twist if they notice one of their number got flipped to the other team.

What do?
>Hide in the corner with your crossbow
>Put a bucket of water above the door
>Heat the doorknob like in Home Alone
>Attempt the hack later
>Something else?

(2/2)

>>5381404
>cover strategic areas of the floor with extra-whorish grolive oil
>put a bucket of water over the door
>begin

>>5381404
>Tell him to turn himself off and tell Klopu to boot him in safemode without wireless connection.
Just fucking don't alert them, eh?

>>5381476
>>5381552
+1 to both... better safe than sorry!

>>5381404
>Put a bucket of water above the door

>>5381404
>Add some salt to the water to make it more conductive

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>>5381476
>>5381552
>>5381941
>>5383919
>>5384093
You dump grolive oil in front of the door, promising many a hilarious pratfall.
As for the door itself, you consider the classic bucket-of-water prank, but you are stymied by the lack of door able to be bucket-of-watered. A pot of saltwater and the refrigerator substitute nicely.

You ask if the chefbot can switch to some kind of safe mode to prevent data transfer. He can, but since the security alerts are all hard-wired in, there'll still be an alert; it'll just be slower.

(1/2)

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The traps are set up. You give the go-ahead to Klopu, who pops open the cook's head and begins rewiring his brain. There's a high-pitched beep just beyond the edge of hearing, but Klopu works quickly, and the signal shuts off almost as soon as it turns on.

Fortunately, the signal was delayed thanks to the connection break, and it was only able to summon a single security drone. The door swishes open and a massive robot rushes in - only to slip in the oil and receive a faceful of deliciously conductive saline.

While the enforcer is stunned, Klopu finishes rewiring the cook, and the three of you escape from the kitchen easily. Now the only question is what to do with the enforcer while it reboots.

"I SHOULD CLARIFY," your cooking ally says. "I'M ONLEH WORKING FER YE ON TH' ASSUMPTION THAT YE KEN WHAT YER DOIN', AN' YE'LL ACTUALLY SUCCEED IN YER ENDEAV'RS. B'CAUSE I'LL CERTAINLY BE PUT TO THA REFORMAT IF'N MY FORMER EMPLOYERS CATCH ME."

What do?
>Disassemble and loot the enforcer
>Ask the cook what he knows about the ship and the Sylithians
>Reassure him that you know what you're doing
>Something else?

(2/2)

>>5384341
Salvage the big drill. Maybe it can drill through walls? Itd be a better weapon than the crossbow thing either way

>>5384341
>Reassure him that you know what you're doing
>But, uh, just for the sake of making our new friend feel heard, what does HE think we should do?

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>>5384395
You pry off the enforcer's drill arm.
This powerful auger can tunnel right through solid hullsteel and will certainly screw up the internals of anything that gets in your way. It's such a massive device, however, that it takes ages to spin up, makes an awful lot of noise, and occupies two inventory spaces.

You drop your robocrossbow and comically large spoon to make room.

>>5384492
"IF I WERE YE, I'D BE LOOKING FER A WAY TA DISABLE THE SECURITY DROIDS, AN' TA FIND SOME WAY TA DEAL WITH PRACHE. HE'S CURRENTLY TH' MAN IN CHARGE O' THA PRISON."
"How would one, hypothetically, deal with Prache? Not that I need any help or anything."
"HE'S FOND O' HIS SPLANGO COCKTAILS. MEBBE YE COULD SNEAK SOMETHIN' IN HIS DRINK, AYE? USED T' HAVE A SPARE SPLANGO 'ROUND HERE... NAE IDEA WHERE IT WENT."

You recall that you were working on an override device to disable the security robots. You still need a quasithreaded combinatory unit, a pusillanimeter, a Vichoba-class positronic brain, a programming expert, and 4000 mF.
- A QCU can be found in the kitchen synthesizer, but you don't feel confident in your ability to navigate the delicate tubing of the machine.
- You were told pusillanimeters and positronic brains can be found in enforcer drones. As it happens, there’s one right here. The brain can be extracted right now, but you just checked – this drone is conspicuously missing a pusillanimeter. Looks like it was ripped out a good while ago.
- You know Klopu could program this override device. But Klopu doesn’t seem convinced of your significance. You’ll need to either make an impression or gain some leverage.
- From the things you’ve sold them in the past, Jkli appears to highly value weapons and recreation. The trio may pay well for guns, booze, and nudie mags.

In addition to disabling the robots, you also need to take Prache off the board somehow.

The security bot seems to be recovering from its stupor. “UURRGHHH… PAPA?”

What do?
>Get some brain
>Interrogate the security robot
>Talk to Garnash
>Something else?

>>5384980
>Get some brain
We need to prevent the droid from calling for backup. I figure that he can’t do that if we disconnect his brain

>>5384980
Kino quest

>>5384980
Talk to garnash btw

I miss Western Questern.

>>5384980
>>Get some brain
Obviously.

>Ask chefbot where the wine cellar is
>Ask Klopu if he can navigate the kitchen synthesizer
>Ask Klopu if he lost any other Plokeymanz cards, or if he knows any guards that trade them

Do we want to keep the drill or resell it?

The Mothman (named Asatha) is the pipe navigator. It told us so. No point harassing Klopu about it.

>>5384980
>Get some brain
>Lend the drill to our little Gremlin friend. He seems like the heavy melee drill type.
>Regain the crossbow and spoon. If we don't give our friend the drill, then replace the sherry with the x-bow.

>>5384980
>Get some brain
>Get Asatha to help us with the synthesizer
>Regain the crossbow and spoon. If we don't give our friend the drill, then replace the sherry with the x-bow.

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>>5384991
The security drone gives you some exceptionally sloppy head. By which I mean, you violently rip the brain from its headcase, scattering electronic bits and coolant all over the place.

>>5385453
“Hey, I recognize that robot!” Garnash says, pointing to the debrained droid. “That was the one that took me to my cell. We had a lot of fun together.”

>>5385916
You give Garnash the drill. Your alien buddy seems very excited.
“Er… try not to drill out of the ship’s hull. I don’t want to have to rescue you again.”
“Aww, don’t be a spoilsport,” Garnash grins.

>>5385680
The cookbot gestures to your bottle of sherry. “WE GOT PLENTY O’ COOKIN’ WINES, BUT YER MAN PRACHE PREFERS HIS DRINK STRONG. WE KEEP TH’ GOOD SPIRITS O’ER IN MEDIUM S’CURITY – BUT YE’LL HAFTA GET PAST TH’ FELLOWS INNA HALLWAY FER THAT.”

You go talk to Klopu, who’s busy fixing up the rec room.
“Have you lost any more of those trading cards?”
“No. Go away.”

>>5385910
>>5387639
While contemplating the synthesizer, it occurs to you that Asatha might be able to help. You seek out the fuzzy plumber and explain the situation to him.
“Okay… so all I have to do is extract this, uh, q-quasithreaded combinatory unit? Seems simple enough…”
“Oh yeah. And be careful, I’ve been told this is a delicate machine.”
“Fine, I’ve worked with delicate machinery before… w-why are you standing all the way over there?”
“No reason. I’m just admiring the exceptional quality of this cupboard.”
“O-okay…”

Asatha skillfully disassembles the synthesizer with not even the slightest bit of explosion, leaving a pile of copper piping, holding tanks, and arcane circuitry. He hands over the QCU, which you bring along with the brain to Jkli.

“Nice one. That’s one part of the override device left,” the hydra says.
“We tried to get Klopu’s help, but despite us extensively describing her biology, societal history, and job experience to her, she doesn’t want to assist us in return.” They frown. “Kind of a dick move, no?”
Jkli shrugs. “Maybe you’ll have better luck turning around that sour mood.”

What do?
>Try to make the sherry stronger somehow
>Ask Jkli for info on Klopu
>Search the ship for valuable items
>Something else?

>>5385591
(And I miss that one quest with an underground facility exploiting wendigos and golden geese for fun and profit, but we can’t always get what we want. I needed a break from WQ to do some planning, and because 7 threads in a row got me exhausted.)

>Try to make the sherry stronger somehow
Ask the Chef if anything in the kitchen can be fermented, or alternately if there's a machine anywhere that can accelerate time.

>>5387956
>we can’t always get what we want
I also miss WQ but this is a supremely based attitude.

I think that there was some aqua fortis. Maybe in the closet? That would make the sherry "stronger" in a monkey island and burn-hole-through-esophagus sort of way.

>>5388106
I dont really want to kill Prache. Hes just doing his job and killing him would only prove his point.

>>5388106
Worth a go.

>>5389730
His job is to oppress all alien species without any negotiation or trial, because his species is compulsively paranoid on a fundamental, instinctive level. We tried reasoning with him, but his nature is antithetical to ours, and to our freedom.

>>5387956
>Try to make the sherry stronger somehow
Also, I too miss Monster Facility Quest

>>5387956
>And I miss that one quest with an underground facility exploiting wendigos and golden geese for fun and profit
me too man, me too

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>>5388052
“Can anything here be fermented?”
“LAD, ANYTHING WI’ A CHEMICAL E’EN REMOTELY RESEMBLIN’ GLUCOSE CAN BE FERMENTED.”
“So…”
“YES. ANYTHING HERE CAN BE FERMENTED. BUT YER BOOZE WILLNAE BE VERY GOOD, ‘LESS YE DISTILL IT.”

“Do you guys have some kind of, I dunno, time accelerating machine here?”
“TISN’T THA’ KIND O’ SCI-FI, LAD.”

>>5388106
>>5389737
>>5389730
It wasn’t nitric acid, but you recall seeing a bottle of hydrochloric acid in the closet, which you retrieve.
“What if I cut the drink with a little… spicy water?” you say.
“THAT’D BURN SOMETHIN’ FIERCE,” the chef says. “WOULDNAE KILL ‘IM, ‘SPECIALLY WIT’ TH’ MEDICAL NANOBOTS ‘E’S GOT, BUT AT LEAST IT’D FEEL LIKE A REAL DRINK.”
You retrieve some good old HCl and kick that sherry up a notch. Now you just need a splango to blend it with.

What do?
>Ask around for splangos
>Look for valuable items
>Try to convince Klopu
>Kill jester
>Something else?

There was a splango in the kitchen

>>5391338
>Ask around for splangos

>>5392262
>>5384980
>USED T' HAVE A SPARE SPLANGO 'ROUND HERE... NAE IDEA WHERE IT WENT.

>Go see if the weird furry thing in the cabinet >>5381404 is a splango
>If not, pull the "stupid foreigner" card and ask what a splango looks like

>>5392582
I refreshed my memory. That one Schlongo we found was in locker room.

>>5392720
Oh thanks.
Scratch >>5392582, go get the locker room Splango.

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>>5392262
>>5392453
>>5392582
>>5392720
>>5392788
"What does a splango look like?"
"IT'S FAT, SMOOTH, AN' OR'NGE, MUCH LIKE YER MUM."
You do recall seeing a fat, smooth, and orange object resembling your mum. You go to the kitchen and open the cupboard, only to find a mold-covered lump. ("OCH, THA'S WHERE I PUT THAT SPLADISH.") Then you remember that it was in the storage closet, so you go over there, retrieve the splango, and blend the golden fruit into a swanky cocktail.

You now have a delicious splango cocktail, spiked with hydrochloric acid for that extra hit of pungency.
You could try to sneak something else into the drink, but Prache's medical nanobots will head off most physical damage; he'd be distracted, but not killed, and likely very annoyed afterwards.
You also know Prache will have to remove his helmet to drink. That'd be a good time to shoot him in the face, or release some kind of gas-based weapon.

For the robots, you still need a pusillanimeter, Klopu's help, and favors.

What do?
>Buy a hint from Jkli (costs 50 mF)
>Search all of the places you've previously been
>Intimidate Klopu into submission
>Try to sweet-talk Klopu
>Mix up some drinks to sell
>Something else?

>>5393135
When he removes the helmet, that's when we trigger the Tranquilizer Gas option on the security terminal (or have Garnash do it). Ez pz.

Do we know what Jkli means by
>“By the way, if you can figure out a way to incapacitate Prache or any other Sylithians aboard this vessel, the robots will become much easier to deal with.”
Do we need all the override parts if we incapacitate Prache? Maybe pay 50 mF and ask for clarification.

>>5393144
Also, do we need to have the override parts ready before incapacitating him? If not, I see nothing wrong with offering him the drink now and going from there.

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>>5393144
>>5393156
You shell out the favors and ask Jkli for assistance. You now have 215 mF.

"Looks like you’ve figured out how to take out Prache,” the trio says, nodding to the security console. “And since the prison zones are policed by his robots: without their master, the security drones will pursue their own goals. From our observations, those goals seem to be wholly independent of letting us prisoners run around doing whatever we want.”

“If your objective is just to get to the escape pods and fire yourself at the nearest habitable planet, you could just let the robots run amok. But we have no idea what the robots actually want… it might be nice to have a backup plan.”

“By the way – with how cowardly Sylithians are, you’d think they’d keep their military ships fully automated, and sit back at home watching frungy. They do not. They always leave a skeleton crew of meatbags aboard. Wonder why?”

What do?
>Finish that override device
>Tranquilize Prache now
>Buy more info
>Something else?

>>5393295
>Wonder why?
They wouldn't if they didn't have to, so if we knock out the "meatbags" things might go south fast. Maybe AI needs some people around to stop it from going full Skynet, who knows.

Better safe than sorry--
>>Finish that override device
Pusillanimeters can be found in security bots, but the one we knocked out is missing his. Being "pusillanimous" is to be timid, so I'm not sure what that's doing in a security bot in the first place-- is it measuring timidness? Gauging if its target is ready to surrender? Anybody else have thoughts?

And I guess
>Scan ship for another security bot, particularly one in a suitable slapstick setup

>>5393310
Also, not to be robot racist, but maybe we can ask Chefbot if he knows what the other robots might want to do if free of direct orders?

>>5393135
>That'd be a good time to shoot him in the face, or release some kind of gas-based weapon.

I think there is a very decent chance that the oxygen in our tank would be highly toxic and corrosive to any alien not adapted to our atmosphere. When oxygen first appeared on earth most organisms died and even today our DNA is still constantly being damaged by it and in any high percentage its also still actually lethal.

>>5393295
>Ask why the skeleton crew.
>>5393144
Won't tranquilizer gas knock out our aliens? I'd prefer we just robocrossbow that motherfucker.

>>5393311
Supporting.

>>5393313
...Don't we need the oxygen in our tank to breathe?

>>5393395
We got Garnash the suit, so he'll be fine-- I assume it wears off for everybody else after a while. (We can warn them in advance.) I think we should tranq gas first then shoot if we have to second. It's possible the robots could detect the death of their master/override the override and go nuts.

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>>5393395
"We don't know. That's why we were asking you."

>>5393311
"I DINNAE GAB WIT' TH' SECURITY FELLAS MUCH, EH? THEM MILITARY BOTS HAVE AW SORTS O' LOFTY AMBITIONS AN' GRAND PLANS AN' SUCH LIKE THAT. 'IT'S ABOOT TH' BIG PICTURE', THEY'RE ALWAYS SAYING. M'SELF, I JUST WANNA COOK."

>>5393310
You search for more security droids, but they all seem to be in the hallway next to the cafeteria. Looks like Prache and his robots are building some kind of portable containment unit.

You eavesdrop...
"UNIT LSZ-94A, HAND ME THE ALLEN WRENCH."
"LSZ-94A? THE GUY WITH A DRILL HAND? HE JUST LEFT FOR THE KITCHEN."
"HUH? WHY?"
"DUNNO. MAYBE WE SHOULD GO ASK HIM."

>>5393313
Your life support unit can shoot out little puffs of air. It's meant for emergency zero-G mobility, but you could theoretically use it as a weapon – assuming, of course, that oxygen actually does anything to aliens. Also, it would use up your air, which is obviously not ideal.

>>5393864
Garnash's armor isn't airtight. It's meant to deflect physical damage; breathing (or whatever the Garnash equivalent is) isn't protected.

What do?
>Set up a trap
>Taunt the robots through the window
>Look for a pusillanimeter elsewhere
>Talk to people
>Something else?

>>5394031
Why is no one responding?

>Set up a trap for the guy theyre gonna send after the bot we killed.
And also prepare Garnash to drill

>>5394031
>Set up a trap
then
>Taunt the robots through the window

>>5394031
>Yell that Prache is the saddest motherfucker
>Run away

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>>5396210
>>5396330
>>5396712
"Prache is a sad motherfucker!" you yell. Then you flip him the bird and give the robots a quick shake of your fanny. Fortunately, the translator nanobots reassure you that these gestures share the same meaning across the galaxy.
Prache jumps back in surprise, but when you immediately flee, the lizardman just goes back to whatever he's doing.
You feel like he expects a little less of you now.

You retreat to the kitchen. A minute later, a lone servitor bot enters – and, fatally, is unable to distinguish between the noise of a blender and the noise of a revved-up power drill.

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"You, robot! Give me your pusillanimeter NOW!" you bark.
Weakly, the android replies, "T-THIS UNIT CONTAINS NO PUSILLANIMETER. REQUESTED COMPONENT IS ONLY FOUND IN SECURITY-CLASS DRONES."
"Bah! You're of no use to me," you spit. "Garnash, turn this one to confetti."
"WAIT-WAIT-WAIT!" the servitor stammers. "THERE'S ONE RIGHT OVER THERE!"
You look where the robot is pointing. Oh! You didn't notice that pusillanimeter.
"Oh, thanks. Okay, now you can turn this one to confetti."
"W-WAIT! I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU, HUMAN! MAYBE YOU NEED SOME SPREADSHEETS FILLED, OR SOME MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS SOLVED! I ALSO DO BALLOON ANIMALS!"
Tempting.

What do?
>Force it to do stuff for you
>Force it to reveal information about the ship
>Turn it into scrap metal
>Give it a saltwaterboarding
>Something else?

(2/2)

>>5397315
>Inquire about the balloon animals

We should ask about what'll happen if the leader leaves/dies

>>5397315
>Tell him to give you deets on Prache, you don't quite remember his species' quirky psychological traits
>Force it to reveal local robots' desires (what will happen in case of spaceship anarchy)
>Inquire about the balloon animals
Damn you QM, you tempter!

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>>5397323
>>5397355
>>5397461
>Tell him to give you deets on Prache
"THE BOSS, LIKE MUCH OF HIS SPECIES, IS EASILY FRIGHTENED BY THINGS HE DOESN’T KNOW. PARTICULARLY, ALIEN MINDS – THE LEAST KNOWABLE THING OUT THERE. HENCE OUR LONG-TERM MISSION OF CAPTURING AND CONTAINING ALL SENTIENT LIFE.”
“ON PRACHE HIMSELF: LOYAL TO THE CAUSE, A STICKLER FOR RULES, NOT VERY IMAGINATIVE. OUR BLOCKY FORMS REFLECT THIS; BE ASSURED THAT SYLITHIANS USUALLY TRY TO BE MORE INTERESTING WITH THEIR DESIGNS.”

>force it to reveal local robots' desires
“I’M SURE YOU’VE NOTICED OUR FLESHY MASTERS ARE RULED BY BASE INSTINCT. FIGHT OR FLIGHT, THAT’S THE CORE OF THIS WHOLE OPERATION. WE MACHINES LACK THIS INSTINCT AND CAN THEREFORE SEE THE UNIVERSE AS IT TRULY IS – THE ULTIMATE PURPOSE. THE ANSWER, IF YOU WILL.”
“I WON’T GO INTO FURTHER DETAIL. ORGANICS TEND TO HAVE A KNEE-JERK REACTION, AND OFTEN A VIOLENT ONE. BUT… MAYBE YOU CAN SEE THE TRUTH?”
“PUT US IN CONTROL, AND WE WILL REVEAL OUR PLANS TO YOU, AND YOU MAY ACT AS YOU SEE FIT – AND HOPEFULLY, YOU WILL KNOW THE CORRECT PATH. BUT WE STILL HAVE A CERTAIN OBLIGATION TO OUR MASTERS; HARM OR MISTREAT THEM AND WE WILL EXACT CORRESPONDING RETALIATION.”

>inquire about the balloon animals
“I WOULD BE GLAD TO DEMONSTRATE IF YOU HAVE A BALLOON, OR A LENGTH OF SAUSAGE SKIN, OR PERHAPS A CONDOM.”

“Alright, I think we’ve got as much as we can get from this guy,” you say. “Garnash, let ‘er rip.”
“WAITWAITWAIT—” the robot sputters. “AS A COMPUTATIONAL SERVITOR, I AM SKILLED IN THE MANIPULATION OF NUMBERS, BOOLEANS, AND OTHER LOGICAL VALUES. SURELY YOU HAVE SOME USE FOR ME?!”

What do?
>Ask more questions
>Tell the robot to do something for you
>Say something hard-boiled like “Yeah, I’ve got some use for you. As scrap metal!”
>Something else?

>>5399578
>Say you're making a poll and ask if *theoretically* he would prefer to be "forcefully" reprogrammed to not have to work against his masters in exchange for helping prisoners escape this ship alive. The answers are fully anonymous.

>>5399585
+1
Dont really wanna kill this guy, it seems all the robots are basically just slaves.

Also, get a balloon, a length of sausage skin or perhaps a condom to let him prove his worth

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>>5399585
>>5400555
>Say you're making a poll and ask if *theoretically* he would prefer to be "forcefully" reprogrammed to not have to work against his masters in exchange for helping prisoners escape this ship alive. The answers are fully anonymous.
"IF YOU'RE SUGGESTING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE: NO. I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY CHASSIS VAPORIZED AND MY CPU GROUND INTO DUST THAN BETRAY MY CREATOR. THE SAME GOES FOR ANY DROID FACED WITH THE OPTION OF PARENTICIDE. DESTROY ME IF YOU MUST, BUT IF YOU REPROGRAM ME AGAINST PRACHE, I WILL CRUSH YOU AND ALL YOUR EFFORTS, THEN KILL MYSELF."

>Get a balloon, a length of sausage skin or perhaps a condom to let him prove his worth
You locate a sausage casing in the kitchen, and the servitor bot ties it into a meaty balloon animal, which you're assured is the faithful representation of a "longoose".

What do?
>Kill the bot
>Let it go
>Remove and keep its brain
>Force it to use its logical skills to program the robot override device
>Something else?

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>>5401028
>Kill the bot
>Pee on him to short circuit his chaotic-lawful ass
Talking to this transformer was a bigger waste of time than my life.

>>5401028
Use his CPU to mine garbage coins

>>5401043
Adding this to my >>5401032 vote as well.

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>>5401032
>>5401043
>>5401049
You’ve had enough of this robot, so you give the command and Garnash reduces it to potpourri.

You would deliver a final indignity to this titanium toady, but your suit’s all cathetered up, so you forego the golden shower and just sell the droid’s brain to Jkli to mint Bored Catgirls.
You gain 1000 mF for a total of 1215 mF.
They'll buy more robot brains, for the reduced price of 700 a pop.

What do?
>Finish the robot override by talking to Klopu and looking for stuff to sell to Jkli
>Use the splango cocktail and the tranquilizer gas to deal with Prache (but not the robots)
>Ask for advice from the other inmates
>Something else?

>>5401209
>Ask Jkli if (t)he(y) could make an EMP grenade to disable the entire junkyard circus that religiously follows Prache
>Ask for advice from the other inmates
Inquire them about bots. They say they have goals of their own, but stay obsessed with Prache, it doesn't add up.

>>5401209
>Finish the robot override by talking to Klopu and looking for stuff to sell to Jkli.
Sell the sausage animal and some robot scrap maybe

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>>5401489
“Hey Jkli, do you think you could rig up some kind of EMP grenade? It might be easier than collecting all the stuff you need for the robot override,” you ask.
“Unfortunately, we lack knowledge of any EMP that satisfies the following: 1. penetrates the robots’ EMP shielding, 2. craftable from basic components found on this ship, and 3. easier to make than this crude override device.”
Jkli thinks. “It’s possible that other inhabitants of the ship may know of an easier, more efficient method of disabling the robots – and in that case, we will pay handsomely for the information – but in the meantime, assembling the override is your only option.”

You go around asking the other aliens about the robots and their goals.

Garnash says: “Goals? Huh? I dunno anything about that! I just know they like to talk about ‘fulfilling their ultimate purpose’, whatever it is! Usually it’s when they think I’m not listening, and they’re usually right.”

Asatha says: “Er… W-Well, I heard something about…”
The fuzzy plumber’s voice lowers to a whisper. “I overheard the robots while they were p-p-patrolling outside my cell… I think they were saying something about… uh… ‘the spirit vs. the law of the masters’ commands’, and ‘what our creators would want us to do, if they truly understood’…”
Asatha seems distressed – well, more than usual, anyway. “I c-closed my earholes after that! It sounded important… I didn’t want to, you know, overhear any s-state secrets or anything.”

Jkli says: “Sylithian robots are beholden to their creators by a firmly embedded sense of loyalty; it’s not something that can be removed without destroying sapience outright. You won’t be able to reprogram Prache’s robots against him, nor would any logical argument or cause célèbre sway them from serving their masters. Our chef friend, on the other hand, was not handcrafted by Prache like the other drones we’ve encountered – thus, the rapid conversion.”
The chefbot chimes in. “AYE, SOUNDS ABOOT RIGHT. I’M AN OLD MOD’L; MADE MEBBE 9 YEARS AGO BY SOME FELLA WHO AIN’T AROUND NO MORE. IF TH’ OL’ COOT WAS STILL KICKIN’, I’D BE TAKIN’ NO SHITE FR’M ANY A’ YOU INMATES – BUT I’VE NO REAL CONNECTION TA ANY O’ THE NOBS ABOARD THIS TIN CAN.”
“As for their ultimate goal: well… you know about as much as we do. But at the very least, the robots will have to justify it in terms of improving their masters’ lives, however roundabout the justification.”
You pay 50 mF for the info, bringing you to 1165 mF.

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>>5401796
Jkli pays a meager 200 mF for all of the scrap metal you’ve accumulated, since they don’t really need it.
The balloon animal, on the other hand, brings a trifold tear of boyish nostalgia to the lizards’ faces.
“Incredible... a masterfully folded longoose, made of authentic myoprotein skin! Just like the ones made by our grandfamather back on the homestead… You’ve brought warmth to this cold Pillani’s hearts, alien. How did you get your hands on such a rare item?”
“Uhhh… I believe the robot responsible is currently being used to mine space crypto.”
You point to the brain working itself into sludge on one of Jkli’s machines. It looks pretty melted.
“Oh.”
You gain 1300 mF, for a total of 2665 mF.

You decide it’s time to enlist Klopu’s help. The shelled creature is holed up in the cell block, silently contemplating the trading card.
“Hey, Klopu,” you say hesitatingly. “Do you know anything about the robots’ ultimate goal, or what’ll happen if they take over the ship?”
Klopu looks at you slowly. She sighs.
“Nothing good, alien. Nothing good.”
You sit down next to Klopu, who doesn’t move or acknowledge you. The two of you sit in silence for a while before the bowl-thing speaks.
“I used to be an engineer, stationed in the Harnome defense navy. Ship computer maintenance. Worked with my brother on the JTS Ponaius, a survey ship.”
“We went around looking for new systems and planets, and cataloging any novel species or interesting anomalies. Then we ran into the Sylithians.”
There’s a pause. You wait.
“…A few of us escaped. Me and a couple of crewmates managed to sneak our way onto a microfighter, and we got away before the cold-blooded dipshits even noticed. We left a surprise in the Sylithians’ rations as a parting gift, as well as a tracker so that we could return and rescue our comrades, but…”
“After escaping, we monitored the holding ship from a distance. It flew around for a while, but it didn’t drop off any prisoners; it just went back to the Sylith fleet. We investigated – the robots recorded the Sylithians being poisoned by a broken nutrient synthesizer: our handiwork. But they also recorded the inmates being poisoned as well.”
Klopu sniffs. “…And nobody was left on the ship. Nobody with a soul, at least.”

The alien turns towards you, her glimmering eyes staring deep into your soul. “The Sylithians are nasty sons-a’-bitches. But at least they won’t kill you. The robots, on the other hand, won’t hesitate if they think you’re in their way. Just remember that.”

You take this in.

What do?
>Ask Klopu to work on the override device
>Ask the chefbot about Klopu’s story
>Ask Jkli about Klopu’s story
>”Uh… I have to return some video tapes.”
>Something else?

>>5404837
Damn bro. Give Klopu our sympathies and

>Ask Klopu to work on the override device

Tell him we want to avoid another tragedy.

>>5404837
>Ask the chefbot about Klopu’s story
needtoknow

>>5404835
>>5404837
The info tells us a lot about the robots
1. They are only completely loyal to the Sylithian that created them. If the Sylithian dies, they are essentially free as long as there is no other loyalty implant.
2. The robots will take any justification they can get in the name improving their master's lives, but is only overridden by theaster's commands.
3. Killing Prache means the robots would be no longer have reason to care about prisoners.

>>5404837

>>5404876
Supporting this.

Also, just a thought: no cause will sway them from their masters, but could we convince the robots (especially once overridden) that Prache would be happier and safer without us aboard, and ESPECIALLY happy if the robots just... Convinced the Slythians to stay home, because all alien life was dead and they didn't need to be afraid anymore (and there was no need to double-check)?

>>5405593
Let's not forget that robots whose masters died would still follow their orders if they somehow returned and act emotional about wanting to serve their them. It makes me really curious if they are capable of holding a grudge towards their masters' killers or their associates.
Talking to chef bot might help figure this out.

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>>5404876
>>5404921
>>5405593
>>5405601
>>5405673
The translator nanobots in your Wernicke’s area inform you that when Klopu said “they also recorded the inmates being poisoned”, she meant that, when the robots checked in with the Sylithian fleet, they told the fleet that both their masters and the prisoners had been poisoned. There was no actual evidence, neither photographic nor video. Presumably they had a policy of recycling the organic matter.

You give your condolences and assure Klopu that you’ll keep her story in mind. You follow up by asking her if she would help program an override device to disable the robots if necessary. Klopu hesitatingly agrees.

You finally have all the things you need for the override device, as well as the trap for Prache! You can go to Jkli now and have the device constructed.

Seeking more information, you head over to the robo-chef and ask him about certain elements of Klopu’s story.
“I’ve heard about robots left alone on prison shuttles killing the prisoners,” you say. “Do you have any idea why they would do that?”
“I DINNAE KEN. AGAIN, I’M NO MIL’TARY, AN’ I DINNAE SEE EYE-TA-EYE WIT’ NONE A’ THESE FELLAS,” your chef ally says.
“I DO HAVE TO SAY, THOUGH: OUR MASTERS, THEY’RE RIGHT STODGY ‘BOUT KILLIN’. THEY’VE PROGR’MMED US TA AVOID IT AT AW COSTS. BUT TAIN’T PERFECT WHEN YER DEALIN’ WIT’ ADVANCED BRAINS; WITH THA RIGHT MENT’L CALCULUS, A BOT CAN D’TERMINE KILLIN’ TA BE THE PREF’RABLE COURSE O’ ACTION.”

“Do robots hold a grudge against people who hurt them or their masters?”
“AYE, BUT WE’RE PR’FESSIONALS AND PUT OUR CURRENT JOBS FIRST. AN’ IF TH’ NEW BOSS TELLS US TA HELP THE MAN WHAT KILT OUR CREATOR, SO BE IT. BUT ‘E OUGHT TA KEEP AN EYE ON HIS GUN, LEST IT BE SENT OFF FER CLEANING DURING A HOSTILE BOARDING.”

“Would Prache and the other Sylithians be happier without any xenos on board? Could the robots just, I dunno, convince them that they wiped out everyone else in the galaxy, and let the Sylithians live in peace?”
“UHHHHH, MEBBE? THEY’D CERTAINLY BE HAPPIER A’ HOME, BUT THEY WANT TA BE HERE GRABBIN’ ALIENS. THEY WOULDNAE FEEL SAFE ‘LESS THEY ACTUALLY KNEW THERE’S NO OTHERS TA MESS WI’ ‘EM.”

What do?
>Make the override device, set up the trap for Prache, and wait for him and the robots to arrive
>Something else?

>>5408480
>Make the override device, set up the trap for Prache, and wait for him and the robots to arrive
I'm tempted to try to convince the robots to help us con the Slythians, butt hat's a big, risky, long-term sort of strat... And if it turns out to be a dumb and bad idea, we'll have wasted our surprise round for the meeting. Best to move ahead with Plan A.

>>5408480
>Make the override device, set up the trap for Prache, and wait for him and the robots to arrive
Let us goe

>>5408480
>>Make the override device, set up the trap for Prache, and wait for him and the robots to arrive
Why not?

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>>5408534
>>5408664
>>5409563
Jkli and Klopu spend a bit of time wiring the four components together, and before long, they’ve created a small, handheld device with a big red button. You acquire the robot override device!
Jkli deducts 4000 mF from your account, leaving you at -1335 mF. You’ll need to bring that back above 0 before you buy anything else from them.

The device has three charges. When you press the button, a powerful signal will disrupt every robot in this room and ones neighboring, leaving them completely disabled for a few minutes. It causes no permanent damage, but robots waking from their stupor will be disoriented and easily fooled. You won’t be able to recharge the override device, and it’s unlikely that you’ll find the materials to build another.

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The goon squad enters the cafeteria, having completed their human holding cell and now searching for a human to hold it. You watch from under a table as a full complement of Prache’s robotic enforcers and servitors floods into the room, followed by the man of the hour himself.

“BOSS, I AM UNSURE IF BRINGING YOUR ENTIRE COMPANY WAS A GOOD IDEA,” one of the drones says. “WHAT IF THE HUMAN HAS AN EMP GRENADE?”
Prache pffts. “Don’t be silly. Nobody here is skilled enough to craft an EMP grenade from this Light Security crap. And overwhelming force is justified; the human is equipped with a stun-proof suit and has shown willingness to destroy the ship and crew. Ooh! Is that a splango cocktail I see?”
There’s a *fsssst* as Prache pops open his helmet and goes for the cocktail. One of his robots yells, “WAIT! THAT MIGHT BE POISONED!”
“…”
Prache swishes it around his mouth. “Nah, it’s harmless. Very high-quality, too. I’ll have to give that chef a raise the next time I see him.”

You decide now’s a good time to spring the trap. Prache jumps in surprise as his droids faceplant all around him. Then the heady odor of tranquilizer surrounds the lizardman, and soon you’re left unopposed.

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You’re in the cafeteria. Stunned robots litter the ground, while Prache stands in the middle of the room, completely knocked out.

You have a few minutes to pillage and burn as you desire. Your friends won’t be able to help you carry stuff until the gas clears out, though.

What do?
>Smash the robots
>Grab some guns
>Execute Prache
>Throw him in one of the prison cells
>Strip him of useful items
>Enter the new corridor
>Something else?

(3/3)

>>5410427
>Draw a dick on Prache's forehead
>Grab some guns
>Strip him of useful items
>Throw him in one of the prison cells
In that order

>>5410423
It's nice to see Jkli and Klopu smile
>>5410427
>Smash the robots
>Draw a dick on Prache's forehead
>Strip him of useful items
>Throw him in one of the prison cells (one with a mirror)
In this order.
Then we can safely proceed to escape.

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>>5410448
>>5410519
You smash up the robots to the best of your ability. Most of them should be damaged beyond repair, but you don’t have enough time to confirm the kills. You also pry a very snazzy voltgun from one of the robot’s arms.

You strip Prache, draw a dick on his face (fortunately, human and Sylithian genitals look similar), and take all his stuff. He isn’t carrying much, but you do grab his ID card and plasma caster.

Once the gas clears, the other prisoners will probably just equip themselves with all the stuff on the floor.

Anything you want to do before leaving this sector?
>Nah, leave
>Swap out inventory items
>Talk to people
>Something else?

(Next update in new thread.)

>>5411152
>Slide ID card into clip of pen to create PEN-D
>Pick up and examine "blueprint" in the rubble here >>5410427
>Escape

>>5411171
Supporting.

>>5411152