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You enter the hallway into Medium Security.

There are three doors here: one leading to the security camera room, one going to a storage closet, and one exiting into the workshop. The camera room is locked by a card scanner and the storage room is locked via some sort of electronic port, but the workshop door is accessible.
Through the window of the camera room, you see a robot watching you closely – clearly of a different make and model to the ones before. You’re not sure if it’d be a good idea right now to use Prache’s ID to get in.

Near the entrance is a large cylindrical vessel. It looks like it’s meant to contain something. It’s empty.

You also see two pipes, a locked medicine cabinet, a flimsy plastic chair, and various multicolored gourds strewn across the floor.

>>5411171
>Slide ID card into clip of pen to create PEN-D
The pen is mightier than the sword, so that must mean the pen id mightier than the dword.

>>5411427
>Pick up and examine "blueprint" in the rubble
This appears to be a blueprint to the big chamber thing. From what you can make out, it’s designed to keep a human in suspended animation indefinitely, feeding it food and oxygen intravenously and distracting it with virtual reality. You’re not skilled enough to do anything with this blueprint, though.

What do?
>Enter the workshop
>Try to jimmy the locks
>Communicate with the robot
>Something else?

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>>5430535
>Enter the Cams room
This whole "prisonship" is eerily similar to my internship. Are we sure we're not stuck in a job interview?

>>5430537
Welcome back OP, OP image is worth the wait.

>it’s designed to keep a human in suspended animation indefinitely
Oh fug, is there some pod person roaming about?

>Stab gourd with newly powerful PEN-D to reveal contents
>Jimmy medicine cabinet lock
>Blast lock with blaster if it doesn't open

>>5430545
There's a robot on the other side of that door, dude. Read.

>>5430537
Changing my vote >>5430545 to
>Communicate with the robot
>>5430563
>There's a robot on the other side of that door
Oh fug
>Oh fug, is there some pod person roaming about?
This was just designed by Prache&Co to keep US contained, dude. Read.

>>5430566
>thing stated EXPLICITLY in the text and additionally pointed out with a literal arrow in the image
>thing implied through context clues
wow, epic own

>>5430537
>Smash camera, or better, just block it somehow, maybe cover it with the mostly useless blueprint or something.

Dont want anyone peeking on us

>>5430537
Ask the robot why they call it an oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food.

>>5430593
>tells you to read
>gets mad when you tell him to read back
It was a part of the main narrative in the last thread. If you were there and didn't pick it up, it's reading issue. If you weren't there, also reading issue.

>>5430864
Supporting.

>>5430537
Welcome back, QM!

>Attempt to break the robot with Human Stand-up Comedy
>Block the camera with the blueprint
>Enter the workshop

>>5430537
>Wave hello to the happy little outlet

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>>5430563
>Stab gourd with newly powerful PEN-D to reveal contents
You cut open one of the gourds, which your translator nanobots tell you is a “blumpkin”. Inside is a good amount of sticky, stretchy resin. Smells a bit like gasoline.

>Jimmy medicine cabinet lock
You pry open the cabinet. It contains a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bit of gauze, and an injector cartridge resembling the translation module you used a while ago.
Looks like the alcohol leaked on the cartridge and rubbed off the label.

>>5430600
>>5431604
>Block the camera with the blueprint
You can’t think of anything to do with the blueprint right now, so you stand on the chair and use it to cover the camera.
The robot in the cams room watches you a little more closely.

>>5430566
>>5430864
>>5431604
You try to bedazzle the peering robot with a selection of humanity’s greatest hits, from “what’s the deal with airline food?” to “why do they call it an oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?”
Despite your best efforts to induce a stroke, the robot appears unfazed.

>>5431718
The outlet, on the other hand, appreciates your acknowledgement.

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>>5431604
>Enter the workshop
As you leave, you hear a door open behind you, but when you turn around, the hallway is empty.

The workshop is a large room filled with all sorts of crafting stations and materials. On some overworked tables are piles of plastic blocks and reams of metal sheeting, while still-warm machines idle in the back. Industry suffuses the air.

“Get away from me, you stupid robots! You are NOT allowed to touch me!”
You look over and see a pair of aliens surrounded by robots. They’re being backed out of the room by the mob of servitors.
“RETURN TO YOUR CELLS, PRISONERS.”
“You can’t tell me what to do! My parents will have your tin-can heads on a STAKE!”
The hexapod with a shiny carapace bristles with rage as it relentlessly argues with the bots. The lanky alien, on the other hand, submits gracefully.
“Alright, fellas,” the skinny thing croons. “No need to shove. I’ll return to my cell.”
The second creature spots you entering the room, and shoots you a gleaming smile. It strikes you as… oleaginous.

The bigger robots, likely muscle, take notice of you. They don’t approach, but they do enter a defensive stance.

What do?
>Investigate the room
>Fight the robots
>Try to communicate with the prisoners as they’re escorted out
>Retreat to Light Security and regroup with allies
>Something else?

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>>5432528
>Fight the robots
For freedom!

>>5432528
>Fight the robots
Western Quest(ern) moment. Time to become headless for 3 turns.

>>5432528
>Try to communicate with the prisoners as they’re escorted out

>>5432528
>it's been 3 days
Do we have the permission to call you a charlatan?

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>>5434293
You yell "Hello!" and wave your hands in the aliens' direction.
You were hoping to appear nonthreatening, but you go overboard and the effect is more like a dumb tourist goggling at the locals.

The big bug thing sneers in disgust. "Ugh! Not another one!"
The skinny one, on the other hand, seems positively delighted. "Hello, alien!" it calls out. "My name is Glimse! Be sure to seek me out at my cell block when you have the opportunity – I have important things to tell you!”
The two of them are led away by the robots.

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>>5432554
>>5432596
With the prisoners escorted from the room, the servitors and enforcers focus their attention on you.

You take the opportunity to test out Prache’s plasma caster. VOOM! A bolt of white-hot ionized gas rockets from the magnetized barrel, knocking a servitor across the room. You feel the power!

You also feel a sharp pain in your abdomen, courtesy of one of the blade-armed robots. They are apparently faster than they look.

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The droids back off, forming a defensive perimeter around the door to the prisoner cells. Seems they’re no longer aggressive.

You’re about to retaliate when the pungent smell of ammonia slaps you in the face, making you reel.
Your suit is breached! The toxic atmosphere will weaken you over time until you seal up your suit. Then you’ll have to wait for your life support pack to replenish your clean oxygen.

You look down at your stab wound, which sears with the pain of a thousand suns. But despite getting thoroughly shish-kabobbed, there’s not a whole lot of blood. Also, a closer inspection reveals the wound is rapidly closing up – a very disturbing sight, actually.

What do?
>Retreat to the hallway
>Try to use the machines to fix your suit
>Complain about your treatment and demand to speak to the robots’ manager
>Something else?

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>>5435338
Yes. Let’s make the schedule… 2 days or less between updates.

>>5435401
>Retreat to the hallway
>Use conveniently placed resinous gourd to patch up suit.
>Complain about your treatment and demand to speak to the robots’ manager

Dont go easy on us QM

>>5435401
>>5435461
>Support 5435461
>Seek out the gremlin with the heavy weapons

>>5435401
>Retreat to the hallway
>Use conveniently placed resinous gourd to patch up suit.
Don't don't go easy on us QM

>>5435461 has the right idea.

>>5435401
>Retreat to the hallway
>Use conveniently placed resinous gourd to patch up suit.
>Complain about your treatment and demand to speak to the robots’ manager

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>>5435461
>>5435509
>>5435743
>>5435873
>Use conveniently placed resinous gourd to patch up suit
You're quite certain there has never been, and never will be, a resinous gourd in this room.

Garnash is here.
“Oh, it’s you. Are you looking for those blumpkins?”
“Er, yeah, I am. Did you put them-“
“Yes, I just cleaned up a little bit and stored them in my locker. Here, follow me.”

What do?
>Follow Garnash
>Something else?

>>5436151
>You're quite certain there has never been, and never will be, a resinous gourd in this room.
classic

>Ask Garnash why he moved the blumpkins
>Ask Garnash if he's sure he didn't eat the blumpkins
>If answers are satisfactory follow him I guess

>>5436151
Follow we must get that resin or we will die

>>5436151
>Follow Garnash

Well that or adapt to breathe ammonia. I wouldn't be out of the question that one of the lingo syringes could be a deus ex - you can now breathe ammonia

Fucker took the poster off the camera, so we can't even use that. Any surgical glue or tape in the first aid kit? That should work faster than harvesting a blumpkin.

Also, my captcha looks like pasta and made me think of the one with noodly appendages. RRR me mateys.

>>5436151
>Ask Garnash why he moved the blumpkins
>Ask Garnash if he's sure he didn't eat the blumpkins
>If answers are satisfactory follow him I guess

>>5436169
>Ask Garnash about the injector cartridge in the medicine cabinet
wot is that

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>>5436169
>>5436961
>Ask Garnash why he moved the blumpkins
"They were cluttering up the hallway, human. Don't want anybody tripping over those silly things, right?"

>Ask Garnash if he's sure he didn't eat the blumpkins
"Of course not! They're quite bad for you. Too many unhealthy lipids."

>>5436962
>Ask Garnash about the injector cartridge in the medicine cabinet
"That contains medical stabilizer nanobots, designed specifically for biological lifeforms."

>>5436720
>Any surgical glue or tape in the first aid kit?
There's gauze, but it's not going to seal up your suit, and your wound is almost gone now. Which is alarming, considering you got impaled not 30 seconds ago.

Garnash gestures to the blumpkin-filled locker. The sticky gourds are way in the back, so you'll have to reach in to get them.

Something feels off here, and you don't think it's just the eye-watering stench of piss.

What do?
>Bag some blumpkins
>Something else?

>>5437830
>Something feels off here
Haha no shit. Knew it. also what did I say about pod people

>Ask Garnash what happened with him and the rest of our buddies after we gassed the lizards
>Ask Garnash what happened to his helmet and his drill
>Ask Garnash what's happening to our wound
>Ask Garnash to go get the blumpkins for us: if he refuses, prepare for combat

>>5437830
>punt garnash like a football
>quickly reach in and get one of the blumpkins before he can close the locker on you.

I guess this is like a hologram robot or something?

>>5437830
>Inquire Garnash about our inhuman regeneration speed. Are the guard bot blades coated in those sussy nanobots too? Are we now half-human, half- 5G tower?
>Ask Garnash to go get the blumpkins for us: if he refuses, draw your gun in epically animated quicktime event

>>5437830
>Inquire Garnash about our inhuman regeneration speed. Are the guard bot blades coated in those sussy nanobots too? Are we now half-human, half- 5G tower?
>Ask Garnash what happened with him and the rest of our buddies after we gassed the lizards
>Ask Garnash what happened to his helmet and his drill

Most importantly:

>Ask Garnash to go get the blumpkins for us: if he refuses, prepare for combat

>>5437830
>Fish one out with the chair, or use bone if it is long enough.

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>>5437842
>>5437941
>>5438133
>Ask Garnash what happened with him and the rest of our buddies after we gassed the lizards
“Oh, we just waited until the gas cleared, then went to look for you.”

>Ask Garnash what happened to his helmet and his drill
“Um… stolen by space magpies. They’re a real problem around here.”

>Are the guard bot blades coated in those sussy nanobots too?
“You figured it out, human. Yes, the enforcer robots of Medium Security are very adept with their nanite-coated blades, as you seem to have encountered. Although the nanobots are designed to keep you alive, they do nothing for the pain of getting sliced up like a schlomato – so I’d advise you not to get on the robots’ bad side. Right?”
Garnash smiles at you. It doesn’t look particularly friendly.

>>5438418
>Fish one out with the chair, or use bone if it is long enough.
You grab the nearby bone and try to pull out one of the blumpkins with it.
“What are you doing?” Garnash says. “Those blumpkins don’t bite. Just grab one.”

>>5437868
>Ask Garnash to go get the blumpkins for us: if he refuses, prepare for combat
You cross your arms and stomp your feet like a petulant toddler. “I don’t wanna. You do it.”
The purplish alien stares at you with confusion and annoyance. “Seriously? What are you, a hatchling? Just pick up the damn blumpkin.”

The two of you lock eyes (well, inasmuch as you can lock eyes with Garnash) for a few seconds before you suddenly punt the little creature like a football. Garnash smacks against the wall with a CLANG! The crowd goes wild!
“AGGHH!” Garnash shouts. “What did you do that for?”
Quickly, you grab a blumpkin and apply it to your suit breach. “You can’t fool me! There’s an impostor among us, and you’re looking real SUS!”

The real Garnash appears from another door. “I hear violence! Lemme at ‘em! Ooh! Blumpkins!”

As your armored friend gobbles down the rest of the gooey vegetables, the impostor gets to its feet with a neutral look on its face.
“I can see,” it says slowly, “that I will have to reconfigure my strategy.”
With a *fwwwph*, light distorts around the fake Garnash as it vanishes into thin air.

What do?
>Talk to Garnash (original flavor)
>Seek out the other Light Security prisoners
>Return to exploring Medium Security
>Something else?

>>5438989
>Ask the real Garnash whether we can trust the answers Susash gave us

>armstrong the senator
>armstrong the astronaut
god this lore goes hard as fuck

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>>5439051
You're a little shaken by the idea of a perfect impersonator going around, and you're wary of the fake Garnash's information.
"Hey, Garnash," you say. "Did you hear what that fake you said about the Medium Security robots, or the unlabeled cartridge? Do you think any of it was real?"
"Beats me. The only thing I know about that thing is that it left those deliciously oily blumpkins in my locker, just for me!"

You go look for Jkli, who you suspect might be able to shed light on the situation. They're in the kitchen with the chefbot and Klopu, making some alterations to the nutrient paste dispenser.
"Have any of you guys seen that thing disguising itself as us?"
"Uhh? What do you mean?" Klopu says.
"What I assume to be some kind of hologram robot just pretended to be Garnash and tried to trick me into getting stuck in a locker."
"THA JUS' SOUNDS LIKE GARNASH," the chef smirks.
"It was using 12th grade vocabulary and extolling the virtues of healthy eating."
The robot's face drops. "ALRIGHT, THA'S NAE GARNASH."

All three heads of Jkli look at you dead seriously.
"If what you're saying is true, we have quite the problem on our hands. None of us have any info on what the other sectors' bots are capable of, or even who the other sectors' inmates are, so we can't tell you anything about this entity."
"AYE, THAR'S NAE CROSS-COMMUNICATION BETWEEN TH' SECT'RS. THEM SYLITHIANS LOVE THAR INDEPENDENCE."
You say, "But do you think any of what it said was true?"
"Who knows? Robots have nothing against lying, that's for damn sure," Klopu says.
"Yes, there’s no way to know for certain. Regardless, this is very valuable information, and in return, we’ll give you 800 mF for the heads up.”

Your balance is now -535 mF.

“A word of advice,” Jkli continues. “Keep an eye out for any more strange activities. And go talk to the Medium Security inmates. They’re likely to be more familiar with these new droids. And keep us updated: information is paramount when a traitor lurks amidst us.”
“Can you say ‘among us’ instead?” you ask.
“That’ll cost 15 mF.”
“Ehhh… never mind.”

What do?
>Explore more of Medium Security
>Ask one of your allies to come with you
>Ask what they’re making
>Something else?

>>5440753
>Insist they say Among Us (-15mF)
>Ask if anyone has an idea how to detect spooky impostors? Maybe each of us holding a hidden key item will work, since Impostor didn't try to mimic Garnash'... uh, drip?

>>5440810
Supporting.

>>5440753
Also:
>Bring Garnash
We didn't kit him out with weapons and armour to NOT have back-up, right?

>>5440810
>>5440818
+1

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>>5440810
“Okay, a traitor lurks among us. Are you happy?”
“Very.”
You now have -550 mF.

You bring up the idea of having a secret key item as a sort of password, and the others agree. The four of you, huddled together in such a way that an invisible onlooker couldn’t observe, reveal your secret items.

>>5440818
You go get Garnash, who is all too eager for some destruction.

You return to the workshop. The two enforcers are still guarding the door to the Medium Security cell block, but they don't approach. The security cameras, on the other hand, swivel and peer at you closely.

What do?
>Engage the robots
>Have Garnash drill through the wall
>Shoot the security cameras
>Something else?

>>5442408
>Engage the robot
We can run interference while we...
>Have Garnash drill through the wall

>>5442408
>Flip off the cameras
>Say "there is an impostor... amogus" and immediately do the cringe dance at 2x speed
Might as well try to fry their fucking circuits, and if that doesn't work,
>Tell them they'll never have a tsundere Assaultron gf that can destroy them with a disinterested stare, because they were constructed in the wrong timeline
You thought robots can't get suicidal? Think again.

>>5443147
>>5442561
+1

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>>5442561
>>5443147
>>5443156
>Flip off the cameras
The cameras appear rather miffed.

>Say "there is an impostor... amogus" and immediately do the cringe dance at 2x speed
You say that, and drop an Orange Justice on these fools.
Unfortunately, these robots are not zoomers, and remain unperturbed. Perhaps you'd get farther by offering a Guinness and a Nevermind vinyl.

>Tell them they'll never have a tsundere Assaultron gf that can destroy them with a disinterested stare, because they were constructed in the wrong timeline
"I ALREADY HAVE SOMEONE CLOSE TO ME."
"Okay, but are you sure you don't want a cocky tsundere Assaultron coming to destroy your fragile ego with a look?"
"NO."

You've accomplished nothing but wasting time. Which is fine, because your shenanigans successfully allow Garnash to tunnel right through the wall of the workshop and into someone's cell.

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A massive creature clad in rock armor bursts from the hole and starts wreaking havoc on the workshop.
"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" it screams. "I'LL TEAR THIS GODDAMN SHIP APART!"
"Hey, I know that guy!” Garnash says.

What do?
>Go check out the alien’s cell
>Salvage stuff from the workshop before it gets completely smashed up
>Talk to the alien
>Something else?

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Also, Garnash's drill is completely worn out. These walls are made of tough stuff.

>>5444493
>Make Garnash talk to the guy
>Salvage stuff from the workshop before it gets completely smashed up

>>5444493
>Make Garnash talk to the guy
>Salvage stuff from the workshop before it gets completely smashed up

>>5444493
>Talk to the alien
>S/he looks based, can we ride on their back?

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>>5444497
>>5444520
>>5444616
"Garnash, do you think you can talk to this guy?" you say.
"Helloooo!" Garnash shouts. "It's me, from that fight we had together! Remember?"
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" the hulking rock monster roars. Seems like it's preoccupied with smashing robots for the moment.

You avoid the huge alien's rampage by ducking into Garnash's hole, which leads to this new alien's cell. You also take the opportunity to spirit away a few valuable-looking items from the workshop.

At your disposal: some logs of plastic, some sheets of metal, a wet floor sign, and what appears to be an industrial press.
The door is blocked by a force field, but you can still see and communicate through it.
Garnash is still in the workshop, and has apparently decided to join in on the destruction.

What do?
>Talk to the other aliens in the cell block
>Try to circumvent the force field
>Flush the toilet
>Something else?

>>5446491
>Flush the toilet
>Examine the cracked wall to see what was used in its construction
I want to use the plastic and metal to upgrade our shit, but I doubt this game has a by-hand crafting system :c

>>5446491
>Ask Garnash who was that rock monster acting like an edgy masked guy in a cloak

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>>5446491
*inhales* QM is a fuuu-

>>5446589
+1
And
>Upgrade our shit

>>5446491
>Sing Surfin' Bird
>Consider that our shit can be upgraded through a balanced diet with sufficient fiber.
>Examine the contents of the toilet prior to flushing. Might be some upgradeable toilet loot in there.
>take a moment to pine for the Ozarks and the simple pipe bombs of your youth

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Update on Wednesday by latest.

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>>5449251
>he said updates would be every two days or less
Why are you flaking on us, QM? Is it really just burnout/laziness? Be honest, I want to know what will be responsible for killing the great Western Quest(ern).

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>>5448841
>>5449251
>>5449613
Okay, I didn't want to do this, especially considering I promised an update, but I don't have time to run APSQ for at least the next couple of days. Hopeful scenario, Monday. Probable scenario if I start slacking, some time during next week. Absolute worst case, December: not likely, but possible, and if it happens I'll let you know.

I have plenty of free time, but I don't feel like spending it running quests - which you can probably say is due to burnout. I'm guessing the problem is dicking around too much on one stretched-out quest at a time. I think the strategy from here is to speedrun the rest of APSQ, and probably Western Quest(ern) too.

>>5451073
I kind of figured as much after your prospective thread count for APSQ kept ballooning... and ballooning... and ballooning... which happens to everybody, but it's kind of different when it's supposed to be a break from your main quest instead of just a scene or scenario running long. You probably could've cut things off with us escaping after we gassed the lizards and powered off the robots, desu, that's where I assumed it'd end. Do what you gotta do as long as you come back eventually. I will also note that while APSQ is fun and all it doesn't really replace the Western Quest(ern)-shaped void in my soul.

>>5451073
Understandable, wish yoy communicated with us earlier tho. Do do you plan to run after APSQ and WQSTRN are done?
Also what >>5451078 said about ending the quest on gassing the lizord. I, too, have a cowboy&horse-shaped hole in my heart.

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>>5451120
>Do do you plan to run after APSQ and WQSTRN are done?
Probably just shitpost quests like Angel Quest.

I'll push for an update next Wednesday. Got too busy this week.

>>5459462
>just shitpost quests
The almighty titan has fallen. I cry.
Angel Quest was amazing, though.

>>5459462
TY for the communication.

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>>5446589
>Flush the toilet
The pipes gurgle, and the toilet fills up with a brown liquid that you'd rather not inspect.

>Examine the cracked wall to see what was used in its construction
The walls are reinforced hullsteel, designed to prevent spaceships from leaking all their juicy delicious contents. It takes a lot to break through this stuff.

>>5447517
>Ask Garnash who was that rock monster acting like an edgy masked guy in a cloak
Garnash is too busy wreaking havoc. You wouldn't want to interrupt the party.

>>5449087
>Sing Surfin' Bird
The commotion in the workshop is too loud for anyone to appreciate your modern take on a hit classic.

>Consider that our shit can be upgraded through a balanced diet with sufficient fiber
No need. Those NASA boys cook up some top-of-the-line cutting-edge food technology. You haven't needed to drop a deuce since June!

>Examine the contents of the toilet prior to flushing. Might be some upgradeable toilet loot in there.
Shattered porcelain. Not incredibly useful, although maybe with some polishing and a chain, you could upgrade it to snazzy toilet jewelry.

>take a moment to pine for the Ozarks and the simple pipe bombs of your youth
Ahhh, the old country.

>>5448891
>Upgrade our shit
With the metal and plastic, you craft your most ingenious invention yet – a truncheon that can both smack and slice!
Yeah, you’re not great at this crafting thing. You’d have better luck handing off the materials to someone who can build stuff, like Jkli.

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Suddenly, a table goes flying through the hole in the wall and smashes into the force field blocking your way! POW! The electric components attached to the table discharge with a crack of thunder, shattering the field.

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You walk through the now-open cell door and into the cell block. Along with the exit back to the workshop, you see three occupied cells and a hallway leading further into the ship.
A computer terminal is here, just like the one in Light Security. You’ll need parts from one of the Medium Security robots to access this terminal.
Further access to the hallway is blocked by a steel mesh. You can reach a gas can through the mesh, but it’s too big for you to take through. There’s also a strange pink crystal down the hall, glowing the same color as the force fields; it’s probably small enough for the mesh, but it’s much too far for you to grab.
High above you is an air vent. You can’t reach it. Also, it smells like rancid swamp ass, and is leaking what you can only describe as the juice at the bottom of a garbage bin.

The electrical bits on the table are buzzing mightily. You think you’ve figured out the secret to cracking these force fields: a hefty jolt of electricity. Looks like the battery’s still got the juice for one more jailbreak.

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The first cell contains a large, vaguely piscine alien. Initially it has a dour look on its face, but when it sees you and the electrical components, it gains a malicious grin.

“Heh heh heh,” the alien sneers. “I know what you’re thinking, my man. You wanna get outta this place, same as any of us. The name’s Phom.”

The creature points to the smashed-up table. “You see that battery? You’re gonna use it to zap this field and break me outta here. You know why?”

Phom beams widely as he holds up a tiny little dongle. His smug shit-eating grin is so incredibly self-satisfied that you feel bile rising in the back of your throat.

“You know what this is, dumbass? This is a robot identifier chip, maximum security access. You wave it at any detector in this whole ship and it’ll get you through. It unlocks that terminal over there, it opens the mesh gate, it gets you into the reactor room, into security, into the fucking ship controls so you can drive the shuttle into a star if you want. You stupid fucker. You need this. You know you want it.”

Phom stares into your eyes, practically salivating with perverse delight.
“Open this force field. Right now, asshole. You get this chip, you walk outta here in five minutes, I guarantee it. You sludge-licking piece of excrement, this chip marks you as a robot to the security systems and to all the other bots. Nobody’s gonna give you any trouble, least of all the guards. And those Sylithian fuckers are too busy jacking off to pay attention to anything around here.”

“And I know what you’re fucking thinking, you insignificant shit smear. Why don’t I use it? If you gave it more than two seconds of thought, you’d realize there’s no detectors in this cell, right? Can’t open the force field unless I get access to the terminal. But you can use it, and walk out a free man. Fuck you. You will do as I tell you, because you’re a braindead little doggie, and you will fucking beg for more as I shit into your mouth. You will walk out of here, and everyone will know that I have power over you.”

This guy's pissing you off. And it looks like he wants to.

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In the second cell, you see that beetle-like alien from earlier. When it sees you, it rushes to the door and starts shouting and banging on the containment field, a look of white-hot fury on its face.
“Hey! Hey, stupid! I’m talking to you! Release me, NOW! I command it! I am Princess Schallaya of the Nobanion Empire, and I COMMAND you to open this force field, NOW! I am going to throw this FUCKING EMP right into the FUCKING drones’ faces, and I will tear open the door to security with my bare tarsi, and I will give that BITCH warden a taste of her own FUCKING medicine, do you hear me?!”
You can see the spittle flying from Schallaya’s mouth as she screams and waves around the EMP grenade.
“Release me, idiot! Are you dense or something? Pick up that stupid battery and zap open the force field already! NOW NOW NOW!”

The last cell contains that lanky one-eyed alien, who previously told you its name was Glimse. When it spots you, it contorts its long body and gives you a disquieting smile.
“Oh, hello, alien! We meet again. Wouldn’t you mind releasing me from my cell with that battery over there? Unlike the others, I have nothing to offer you but information… but wouldn’t you want to know more about our Sylithian captors? And maybe you’d like to know how to best circumvent the security? That disguising robot is quite the handful, let me tell you. I’ll be glad to divulge, if you could just get me out of my cell.”
“Oh! And I could use my tail to grab that shiny pink crystal for you, alien. That’s the same material that powers these force fields, you see. It can be used to generate a barrier, or to disrupt an existing one. Wouldn’t that be useful?”
Glimse is staring right through your soul as if you aren’t even there. You feel profoundly uncomfortable… you’re not even sure why, exactly.

The question is, do you actually want to release any of these guys?
>Pop one of the cells open
>Take your chances with the rock monster
>Something else?

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>>5466012
Welcome back!
>Ask all the cell aliens to make you their best offer, and/or make them argue why the other aliens would be worse choices

>>5466013
also have you picked up Shadows of Loathing yet OP

>>5466007
>"If you're sho shmart then why don't you steal something to get through that forcefield first? You complete buffoon. You trapped idiot. You're the whole circus, tent included."
For the retarded sonic motherfucker.
>Tell Her Beetleness she can probably use the emp to disable the field
I don't wanna touch that mad hoe.
>Release Glimse
My man looks cool in unnerving way, that's all I need.

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>>5466013
You go round asking the aliens to argue why they should get to be freed, not the others.

“Sure, Prissy Shitonya has an EMP grenade, and she’s enough of a stupid lumbering chitin-for-brains to fumble into the security room and knock over the warden with her grotesque lard-filled body, purely by accident,” Phom spits.
“But you wouldn’t be stupid enough to release that dumb bitch instead of me. I have the key to this whole fucking ship. You know I’m right.” He waggles the chip in front of your face.

Schallaya is not as collected. “Are you SERIOUSLY asking ME, a PRINCESS of the NOBANION EMPIRE, ME. To try and convince YOU. A lowly, inconsequential RAT, scurrying around this ship like your kind are wont to do. You’re joking. OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR!”
The coleopteran queen starts slamming the barrier again. “It doesn’t MATTER that Phom has a maximum-security robot identifier! It DOESN’T MATTER that it works, or that he stole it from the warden. I should be the one to get my revenge! LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!”

>>5466402
>"If you're sho shmart then why don't you steal something to get through that forcefield first? You complete buffoon. You trapped idiot. You're the whole circus, tent included."
Phom looks quite put off by your retort. “There wasn’t anything to fucking steal, dumbass. If your species had the slightest bit of activity in that disgusting engorged head of yours, you’d realize that the force field generators are inaccessible from here, short of ripping out the whole floor. And the field crystals are stored behind that wire mesh, which, news flash, is also inaccessible.”
He takes a moment to add, “And I’m not a buffoon, you rancid wet-wipe.”

>Tell Her Beetleness she can probably use the emp to disable the field
“Ugh! Uneducated, as expected. Are you aware, peasant, that EMPs don’t work on force fields? That they’re COMPLETELY different mechanisms?? I suppose it’s too much to ask for the common folk to pay attention in preparatory school.”

>Release Glimse
You’re wracked with indecision, and also annoyance. You decide to open up Glimse’s cell, since he’s been the least frustrating (and the most silent) so far. You immediately reconsider your decision when the long, spindly creature curls his body around you in a most uncomfortable manner.

“Ahhh. It feels good to stretch my bones like this again,” Glimse coos. “As promised, alien, I will retrieve that field crystal for you.”
Glimse uses his prehensile tail to grab the big pink gemstone, which you swap for your plastic club.
“Use it well,” your new companion says. “Simply press on this side, and the crystal emits a weak force field – you could defend yourself, create a barrier, or even make a bridge. Press the other side, and it disrupts any field it touches, including the ones in the cell doors.” Seems useful.

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You’re about to test out your cool new rock when Glimse suddenly gets in your face. You stumble backwards in surprise.

“You could let those two go,” he says, leering into your eyes. “But they’d only hinder us. Robot chip? Impossible. A piece of plastic, nothing more. EMP? Mere props. All lies. All YOU need, alien, is me.”
His skin feels cold and clammy. You feel tight in the chest, as if you were buried alive and the air was getting stale in the coffin.
“I will give you secrets that can turn the whole galaxy on its head,” Glimse breathes. “The stars at your disposal. The futures of billions, at your whim. And we can start immediately, after you commandeer this ship and jettison its reptilian crew. You simply need to follow my advice.”
“What advice is that?” you say, your mouth feeling dry.
“Well. What do you wish to know?”

>Ask about the robots in this sector, and how to get around them
>Ask how to get to and defeat this sector’s Sylithian warden
>Ask about the rest of the ship and if there are any more Sylithians you should know about
>Ask about the Light Security aliens
>Release the other two prisoners
>Something else?

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>>5466014
(Not yet, but I plan to check it out.)

>>5469480
>Ask about the rest of the ship and if there are any more Sylithians you should know about
>Ask whether all the robots share any weaknesses aside for EMPs.
If we only ask about this sector, the info stops being useful the second we leave it. Fuck the other two.

>>5469480
ask him if he knows the meaning of personal space and why he insits of being all over us like some sort of noodle

fuckin' weirdo

>>5469480
>Ask about the rest of the ship and if there are any more Sylithians you should know about
>Ask whether all the robots share any weaknesses aside for EMPs.
>Ask the Princess how she knows the edgehog's chip is real and works

>>5470126
found the xenophobe

>>5470402
+1
I kind of want to release all the prisoners (where's the harm?), but I don't want to vote for it against everyone else's wishes. Idk.

>>5470783
found the homo

>>5470804
For me, the harm is in hearing them sperg out

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Update tomorrow.

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>>5470005
>Ask about the rest of the ship and if there are any more Sylithians you should know about

“Oh, this is a very big ship,” Glimse says. “This is one of the Sylithians’ major prisoner internment shuttles, meant for long-term interstellar storage, and it’s quite unlikely that you’ll even find an airlock unless you’ve got me to lead the way. There are over 20 different sectors of varying size – we’re in Medium Security 12, which is one of the smaller ones. From my estimates of the ship’s blueprints, the nearest exit should be a few sectors down this hallway.”

“I should note that each sector has its own Sylithian warden, each of which builds and designs their own robots. This sector’s warden is a tough old battleaxe named Lynnan – her robots are numerous, wily, and very deadly. You’ve seen those blade-wielding enforcers, yes? Steer clear; those robots have no compunction against making mincemeat of an unruly prisoner.” Glimse mimes one of the blade enforcers chopping you up like an onion.

“Fortunately, I know their patrol routes and weaknesses… stick with me, alien, and you’ll make it out of here alive. I’ll share more details about the other wardens as we encounter them.”

>Ask whether all the robots share any weaknesses aside for EMPs.

“Oh yes, I’m aware of several glaring weaknesses. For example, this sector’s robots rely exclusively on exterior sensors. Do you see those security cameras up there? Destroy them, and any robots in the room will be completely blind.”

“There is one exception. But don’t worry – I know how to handle it. Trust me.”

>>5470126
>Ask him if he knows the meaning of personal space and why he insists of being all over us like some sort of noodle

“Oh, your species believes in personal space? Why, I’m very sorry. In my culture, this is simply our way of showing gratitude and respect.”
You notice he doesn’t uncurl himself from you.

>>5470402
>Ask the Princess how she knows the edgehog's chip is real and works
Schallaya huffs. “If you MUST know, peon, I lifted that chip directly from the cognitive core of the primary servitor myself. So it is MINE, and MY chip alone, so I know FOR A FACT that it can break its way into ANY door on this ship. Got it?”
“Well, it would be hers,” Phom jeers, “if she hadn’t lost it in a game of space poker.”
“And that’s because YOU ARE A FILTHY CHEATING SLIME!” the princess screams.

What do?
>Ask about more stuff
>Head back into the workshop
>Release the other two aliens
>Something else?

>>5476568
>Ask how can we trust him
>Ask about the impostor among us
>Blast the wall camera

>>5476568
I reckon we should get going soon and not give'em any time. Also so we can get this alien to stop slithering all over us.

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>>5477055
>Ask how can we trust him
"You're lost and alone in this massive facility, where dangers lurk behind every corner. Without my help, you'll be julienned by a robot or ripped in two by the hostile inmates. Do you really have any choice?"

>Ask about the impostor among us
"You've seen the cloaking robots? Yes, those units have the ability to disguise themselves as anyone and anything, and they can even become invisible."
"You are never safe in this place," Glimse continues. "Never forget that, and never keep your eyes off an 'ally' – you never know if they could be an enemy in disguise. So, stay close to me."

>Blast the wall camera
You shoot the two security cameras in this room, which explode in a satisfying burst of sparks. Property damage!

>>5477137
You try to extract yourself from the tangle of bony limbs, but it’s like trying to escape from cobwebs.
“Hey Glimse,” you say. “Do you mind letting me go?”
Glimse’s smile stretches just a bit wider. “Why, I’m glad you asked. I think I will allow you to go.”
He uncoils himself from you, letting you head back to the workshop.

As you leave, you overhear the other two prisoners chatting.
“Did that dumbass really eat up his entire fucking spiel?”
“Typical. You can’t expect the riff-raff to know when they’re getting swindled.”

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The workshop is thoroughly wrecked, thanks to the efforts of Rocky 2 Dope and Violent G. Speaking of which, there they are, heading through the big door to the south. It looks like someone is leading the two hellions and talking to them, but you can’t tell who it is.

At the same time, Asatha and the chefbot arrive from the west. They seem to be looking for something.

What do?
>Follow Garnash and the rock guy
>Talk to Asatha and the chefbot
>Investigate the robot bodies
>Go back and check out the terminal
>Something else?

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>>5477538
>Follow Garnash and the rock guy

>>5477538
Follow garnash

>>5477538
Shout out to Garnash to wait up
>Shout at Asatha and the chefbot to hurry up and follow us
>Follow Garnash

Sorry for the wait. Update in next thread tomorrow.