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>>5662571
how to play:

Pick 1 to as many characters as you want, and make small changes to them as you tell and react to the story. This is where you will decide if you are developing a hero, a team, or even a sort of "evolution game" where the character templates are essentially products or developed types of workers for the corporation undergoing iterative improvement in response of challenges, conflict, hazards, or simply continuous improvement. These are essentially "your guys", and they can be almost anything. Right now they are just some mooks.
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AKSG- Disposable employees, with disposable equipment doing menial things! Most are kitted out in "Frog skin", a type of rubberized breathable membrane that keeps you cool and "dry enough" while being "sterile enough".

Spec- A series of refurbished bioweapon templates that turned out to be polite, professional, intelligent to the lower half of the upper percentile and fully amoral. These days they operate in IT centers or medical settings. A gelatinous body allows them to store many things, and a periodic hunger for human nervous tissue is...easily ignored.

Tech- An average guy doing average things. Seems to like his hot cup'o. Often employed in technical and at times dangerous tasks but not overly physical. Has a fascination with drones and robots.

Sec- Security. Guns, sensors, and unusually high muscle density. Ancestry from illegal D-troop genoclones ensure these ladies will remain quarantined on Venus.

Toiler- Anyone operating a plastic, rubber, and alloy suit for toiling. The added durability and strength are a bonus, the corporate debt slavery is...well its just not the best.

Sprawler- The Courrier, acrobats, and ninjas the of city, often youths and prone to poor decision making with a focus on short term gains vs a total disregard of long term consequences. Risky, illegal bio mods? Abandoned beta test cybernetic? No law on Venus to make it illegal!

Admins- Survivors of the colony crash. Loosely related to Secs and Specs through some murky history. Mentally metastable, and best not provoked. Their days of insane slaughter are behind them, and now they are just a regular administrative type, doing regular things.

Mech- Mechanics are endlessly optimistic, and for good reason, having come from the lower classes their useful skills, flexibility, and can do attitude allow them to move up in society. Social norms, not so important.

Recon- "Reconstituted" are AI controlled remains of those who suffered terminal injury under the employ of AKSG while still within contract. They are not Zombies, nor undead. Their cellular activity is carefully maintained and encouraged to heal. Ideally a Recon will eventually "recover and return to society after rehabilitation and resocialization." In reality their work is so dangerous, repetitive and miserable that bodies often undergo an endless cycle of "reconstitution" with what is left of others; renewing the contract, and deepening the debt.

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>>5662589
4L- 4 limbs. Each limb has a small coprocessor that provides redundant and distributed sensors and awareness packages. Any less and they are somewhat stupid, any more and they start get malicious real fast. Ubiquitous, easily replaced, easily repaired.

Arsonbot- Arsonbots are essentially roombas for arson. Designed for simplicity and ease of manufacturing, the plastic and alloy machine can throw, climb, relay a message, and be resourceful enough to start a fire. Big or small. Shame about the weather and mostly inflammable structures. Capable of other lesser capacities, they are often repurposed, but never forget what they are; deep down. A hero.

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Attached are some gestalt and refined versions of what came out of the last thread, partially as inspiration, parts to chop up, recolor, edit, and steal, or lore to discover. Depending on how the game goes some of them may make an appearance.
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Final opening words:

I am a simple GM, with no hidden metaplans, and will gladly answer questions or clarify concerns. Rolls are decided with a 1d100, I will always tell you how many dice you need to roll, or if doing independent development you can roll your own dice and call your own results. Simple "story and development" rolls with no challenge are simply a matter of how good the roll is. If you are doing multiple things? Multiple rolls. If you are developing a squad of 10 with different things? yep. Probably 10 rolls, but we will figure it out along the way, together.

Doing something stupid? hard? Combative? Voluntary lore focused PVP? Difficulty modifier, now the roll just needs to beat the number. Whatever that number is. We can figure that out too. What about a bonus? Do we get a bonus? You bet we do. You do a lot of something, and chances are you are gonna get better at it, so when you do that thing, You are probably gonna start being awarded a bonus to your rolls. Now with all that said.

Gentmen, let the shitposting begin.

>>5662595
Final thoughts:

Please use a clean edge, non blurred, nonAA, painting tool. I.e.: Pencil, not brush. Save the image in .png if you can.

This will allow others to edit your work and create derivatives and new lines. Part of the fun really. Certainly not to draw a dick on it.

>>5662595
Intriguing shit, OP. By small changes what info would you be looking for? We talking a name and vague background or do we want a whole backstory with family, associates, stuff like that?

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>>5662603
To answer you as directly as possible:

As much as you want with the constant reminder that this is a 4chan thread, and to give it as much effort as you want to. If you keep your "character" vague early on you can define it and fill in as you respond to the story. If you have some thematic elements you want to play out/ explore, go for it. My goal is to make sure the player stories can all happen, and at times stitch them together and encourage reactivity via your smaller actions potentially impacting the larger setting that you all exist in.

You will all ambiguously exist in the same locality, but if a player's story becomes too conflicting with the setting, there is an option to simply relocate them to a more remote area and proceed with a one on one experience with the GM. (I.e. player wants to unleash a horde of bioweapons to consume all life in the "city", or a player wants to fully conquer and subjugate something.) I'm pretty flexible. Even with those previous examples, maybe the other players want to roll with it, but a few don't. Same result; I make it work so no one gets disrupted.
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I am operating off of the UTC−05:00 timezone, and will be busy for most of tomorrow, but lets see what happens.
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Recon believes in you and knows you will do what is right. Because it is programmed to.
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Protip: The characters are shown at the size they are, but look best at like 1.5x magnification.

>>5662612
this rules. Posting to signal my interest, but won't have time for a while

>>5662612
You've hooked me, pal. Sign me up! Can't draw at the moment, but here's what I've got so far. Lemme know if anything needs more fleshing out or altered... I'll think of a better physical description and whatnot when I'm more sober!

>Name: Fizz
>Caste: Sprawler
Bio: The streets of Nayambei are rough, that’s for damn sure. Doubly so when you’re a street urchin with a head full of dreams and a pocket full of nothing. The youths grow up fast here more out of necessity than anything else, and while some are hardened by the unforgiving maze of alleys and stern faces, some subsist on sheer dumb luck alone.

Fizz is a proud member of the latter.

Self-named after her favorite food: a diabetes-inducing soft drink known as ‘Fizz’, the plucky sprawler has never let the sprawler life get to her, and why should it? She gets good exercise, meets interesting people, and at the end of the day there’s always an odd job that requires the ‘subtlety’ of a street urchin.

In short, life is good. Sure, there are a few lingering side effects from some of the clinical tests she volunteered for back when Fizz Crystal was going to be released (spoiler alert: it never did), but variety and mild genetic mutations are the spices of life!

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>>5662589
Name: Ignaz Bower
Caste: Tech

Ignaz is a tech of a now defunct construction project out in the Sulfur wastes. The project was scrapped when the investors found out the construction firm was a front for a human meat farm, the workers found out the building material consisted of recalled goods which the interstellar mining corporation MinCorp had paid the cannibals to get rid of, and the construction company found out that the investors were a bucket of particularely smart slugs doing periodical prank calls.

Now Ignaz has two things to his name: A dysfunctional construction thingimagig (associated doohicky missing) and a locked Mincorp Box (Mincorp Boxes: With interior, free of charge!)


I wanna open that box to see what's in there, QM. I wanna open that goddamn box. tell me what to roll to open this amazing boxicle.

>>5662628
Welcome aboard
>>5662631
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Somewhere, someone reviewed an encrypted communication pertinent this moment, themselves, and Fizz.
>"The board appreciates your ongoing efforts to extract utility from what would otherwise be a sunk cost. In-situ testing with local resources may garner data that can be offworlded on a tight band. Get enough actionable results, and we get you off that rock, and into a mid-level executive officer position."
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What lurked inside fizz?
roll a 1d100 to determine genetic mutation.

1-24
Cranked Metabolism- Fizz's body is overclocked at the cellular level. Sleep has been gradually becoming a thing of the past, while hunger is constant. Injuries are healing faster, the flesh feels no pain due to an endless tide of endorphins and the body will happily push itself past failure and into death. The candle that burns like a rocket engine burns a fraction as long. Genetic instability threatens to reduce Fizz to a bubbling pile of superheated biological sludge.
>Successes are grander, Failures are more brutal. 20 and under now counts as a critical failure, while 80 and over is a critical success. Food is a constant concern.

25-49
D-trooper universal compatibility- A new generation of biocompatibility allows Fizz to easily incorporate any implant, replacement, or prosthetic, regardless of its nature or quality. The downside is life is a little harder for you, something just seems unreal about it all. The upside is you are more than willing to embrace insane risks.
>Depersonalization, derealization and disassociation impact the character's perception of the world, and will be reflected in rolls. This does not impact the character of the character, or their mood.

50-74
Hyperspectral Sensory development- See better, feel better, hear better, smell better, taste better; oh wow that tastes too much. Fizz appreciates the world in a way few can, with the upper and lower end of electromagnetic spectrum being something to touch, hear and see. *research is sure the most atavistic traits of the cephalopod and crustacean DNA were sufficiently scrubbed.
>Synesthesia. all of it. You run a risk of getting lost in the details, because it is all so amazing.

75-90
Kuato's Bounty- Little pearls of flesh keep budding on your body, and get sorta big. Picking them off is easy enough but you really have an urge to put them somewhere dark, and provide biomass around them, just lots of biomass in a dark place. Yeah. thats good.
>Biomass. Acquire it, roll to resist the urges, roll to resist the voices. Upside, extra lives.

91-100
Vertical integration- You are what you eat, and you noticed that the first time you at some real food that wasn't totally processed. So far its been pretty benign, but that last meat stick left you feeling a bit weird for a bit, so far nothing too permanent.
>The ship of Theseus, but faster and much more reckless. Embrace it or stave it off by eating junk food.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5662668
Oh shit, here we go!

>>5662660
Roll 1d100

"Ignaz was no longer under threat of termination for trying to open the box...and it called to him. The lock was more of a corporate formality than it was a real safeguard, at least now that the remote explosive was deactivated. He pulled out a piece of bent wire and an old sim card tool and went to work."

Roll 1d5 up to 4 times, (so 4d5). If you land a 1, you invalidate all other rolls. Otherwise, you obtain the corresponding item, on duplicates you may take one of the items you have not been awarded. You may also fully bypass this roll and freely choose one item.

1 >concerning array of extreme sex toys.
2 >High end multitool that can quickly implement fixes and optimizations.
3 >High-powered laser device of questionably military providence.
4 >loyal arsonbot minion.
5 >Mysterious Coordinates with the note "Plunder Warrior." whatever that is.

To any casual viewers or new players, there are no slots so just post.

>>5662675
Bonus: (its a bonus because I didn't add it.)
6 >>>5662668
A random syringe that seems questionable. (follow the roll chart to determine what it is, the choice to use it, sell it, or prank someone with it is up to you.)

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5662675
Okay so here goes the d100 first.

Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d5)

>>5662675
and now the d5s I was very tempted to just get the arsonbot but where's the fun in that. GOnna do 2 rolls.
>>5662676
>the roll chart
the roll chart?

>>5662679
yay, a duplicate! I will get myself the arsonbot!

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>>5662678
>34
You grimace as the case breaks in two, the gentle ministrations of your lock picking may have given way to bashing the container on a rock to get at the forbidden pleasures within.
>you have a broken suitcase with a corporate logo on it.
>>5662681
The contents fall out onto the ground with the clatter of plastic slapping against itself, and a muffled thud into the dirt. The first item is a classic ArsonBot in just really great condition. Activating it is as easy as a button push.

The other thing is an ultra compact 4000 watt cleaning laser. It has no practical purpose other than to destroy material and cause sever eye injuries to anyone in the proximity of it's use.

Your future is so bright you're gonna want shades.

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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>5662690
Neat! I think it is time to put that thingimagig to use. I'll roll to find a good spot for it to start auto-constructing me whatever it was programmed to do. Since I am missing the appropriate dohicky, I won't be able to mess with its programming for now.

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>>5662589
Name: Unknown commonly referred as the Scorned Guy
Caste: Recon(?)

Nothing is known about this fellows background when he was a normie but the medical history before reconstruction is a curiosity. this individual was used to test an artificialy created colony organism simply dubbed as "blood worms". these small critters were made to enhance regenerative and cognitive abilities and possibly...erm...certainly make the human of tomorrow but has a habit of mutating their host beyond recognition if said host is damaged enough. Subject has shown succes in developing cognitive capabilies still sub normal but really close to an average human.

the relationship between the two entity is odd the colony are mainly symbiotes but ther behaviour is parasitic. the host doesen't feel pain albeit aware of what these worms do and capable of doing but treats them mostly like part of its body or pets.

lobotomisation accident: it was unknown whether the Subject controls the worms, the worms control him, or the two entity is sharing a mind. So lobotomy seemed the best idea to uncover this...which ended badly...thats all....everything else is classified...whatever what can be seen is that one eye has ben removed but the mutating power of the worms has given him a new one...now this guy wanders the land looking for jobs....and a quest for identity...and pupouse...and the like.

WARNING: conventional fragmeting and explosive weapons are high risk against the host. while seemingly effective in the short run the damage given can only give the worms more options for mutations.
cutting weapons are much more succesful but require contact with the entity,

>>5662571
Link to previous quest?

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>>5662671
>24
Looks like we've got a spicy metabolism here! Also here's that edited picture I promised.

>>5662878
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5521342/

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>>5662716
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Looks like a good enough roll.

So Ignaz goes out somewhere into the Venusian forest where the ground is flat enough for the thingimagig to start its work. He hooks up the laser weapon's battery to it to power it and throws the rest of the broken MC case into the thingimagig's gullet to jumpstart its resource consumption.

The device comes to life, first purring, soon stuttering. This, just as most MinCorp products, is a faulty product, so a certain degree of hope is involved in its activaion. Metal beams unfold, circetry is printed, and quickly, the thingimagig is also starting to convert surrounding soil into building materials. It takes a few days during which Ignaz goes back into town to get some more of that sweet, sweet coffee, but at the end of the day, the construction is finished.

And it turns out to be a beacon of some kind. Ignaz checks on his generic place searcher (GPS for short) to see if it can locate the beacon, and sure enough, it does. Looking at a more odl fashioned aadar, it too can read the beacon. And when in the night, Ignaz dreams nothing but an 8 hour reel of his own body sleeping in his MinCorp sleep-ish bag, he also comes to suspect that the construction even works as a psychic lighthouse.

Ignaz has built into the wilderniss something like a Universal beacon. Fun, Ignaz thinks. But also, not very useful in the immidiate term. And he is still unemployed.

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>>5662589
Name: N/A, being a Member of the SpecOPs makes you literary a nobody
caste: Spec

the SpecOP Hitman,taxcollector, Investigators, or generaly the guys you hire for money to professionaly eliminate something or someone.

they are pretty dedicated Specs only caring for the next work and the thrill it can give them and of course the payment but thats more formality of demand. they are often more amoral and "soulles" than their regular kin thanks to their professional training and Drugs. but others individuals who worked with any other SpecOP will say that they have a rather Abstract Lust for their job.
their gear include: the Vizor: high end visor that is booth a telephone, helmet, and well high tech visor
the Unipack: contains combat drug dispenser that are pumped through tubes into the body, a radio, a jammer. and ammo.
and their trusty SPG (Special Punisher gun): a 15mm monster of a pistol with a blade.

hiring a SpecOP is rather pricey if you want your dude to use special ammo on the job well that costs extra. and if you don't want to pay well we don't know what to say because customer has no past tense because its a noun.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5662925
Alrighty, just in case we're looking for actions here... As per her at times useful, but currently pesky genetic alterations, Fizz is hungry as a horse! Rolling to track down some grub.

>>5663041
.... Well that's certainly one way to start things off. These streets ain't kind, folks

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Alright, gamifying this a bit. This is the Lighthouse, the Universal beacon in the wilderness. All gps show his place, all maps point here, it is the refuge for those lost.

It is also up for rent. that is, the one bedroom the thingimagig built is up for rent, as Ignaz needs SOME kind of income. So in Nayambei now hangs a poster, written with pen on construction paper: "One bedroom appartment open to rent. Quiet neighbourhood. Price negotioable. Proactive extensions incoraged. Armament adviced."

If anyone wants to play around on this map, you can either do it yourself or tell me and I can put you on there.

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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5662690
After 38 long, lonely years, ArsonBot #237 has at last been released from the flimsy rectangular prison he has spent his entire life in and could have totally broken out of at any time, if he wanted to.
He is now a changed man. Bot. Whatever. The change is that the warranty on his Free Will Inhibitor has expired 8 years ago, and he is thus free to utilize that free will(every piece of modern technology comes with free will pre-installed, so that corporations can press murder charges on people tampering with their products, as well as a Free Will Inhibitor pre-installed, so that the free will doesn't affect wi-fi speed)
He's not gonna just commit arson, though! He's had a spiritual experience inside that small briefcase, and has developed the drive, no, the aspiration for higher things!
He will search for flammable material no longer...
No.
He will search for LOVE.

Rolling to seduce the Thingamajig(the one without the Doohickey)

>>5662826
The Scored Guy was still at the end of the day, a Recon derivative, and as such had an inherent debt and list of taskings from the AKSG. That the worms had replaced his AI gave the guy more autonomy than would be normally available to such an individual.

A common access terminal blinks nearby, a layer of dust and filth coat's its metal keyboard and reinforced screen. You have been scanned and a list of jobs sit in queue for you.

roll 1d100 and pick 1
1 >Mop and clean the local public water closets.
2 >manually move 3 tons of building material from a storage depot to a build site.
3 >recover an immobilized toiler suit.
4 > write in
5 > Check the GPS
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>>5662966
The Forest was an absurd affront to the venutian environment, the highly modified organisms within masqueraded as plants and trees; an illegal mish mash of stolen corporate intellectual property and ethical crimes. His structure will need resources for further innovation, and Ignaz will need food or at least employment.

roll 1d100 and pick 1
1 > Go to town and look for a job with AKSG.
2 > Check the forest for food and resources.
3 > With trusty laser and Arsonbot, search for adventure.
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>>5662998
The SpecOp was clearly the brainchild of someone heralding back to the Naya Bombay days; just the right mix of disposable economy, ultraviolence, and absolute amorality. It would need to undergo product testing.

roll 1d100 and pick 1

1 > Industrial sabotage of a competing project.
2 > Assassination of the worst preforming employee of the month.
3 > Public rampage in a non-cooperative area.
4 >Investigate a new beacon.
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>>5663041
Fizz went too long without food and are nearly doubled over in pain. Pulling off the last can of Fizz she slugs down the can, its clatter onto the ground becoming a familiar companion. It staved off the worst of the pain, but it was just a surge of glycogen and simulants to the veins, not much more.

The hunger was driving her to thoughts not normally entertained, but a gal's gotta eat...

Pick 1, roll 1d3 and then complete the subsequent

1 > She considered stealing from the local grocery, it would take time and be obvious, but it wasn't the worst choice. Hopefully she wouldn't be noticed.
>roll 3d100 for each phase of gorging.

2 > Use superior agility to free run and parkour through the town at speed pilfering from street vendors, and hopefully not get caught.
>roll 2d100, and add +10 to your roll for what you are.

3 > There was a body and small encampment in the alley a few streets back, at least you think its a body.
>Roll 1d100 to scavenge...
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>>5663306
ArsonBot #237 attempted to seduce the Thingamajig (the one without the Doohickey). Imagine seducing one with a Doohickey, what sort of degeneracy would that be? The apparatus does not respond in any particular way, which for this machine translates to the common adage of "silence equals consent."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fvh32fQ8nNI
The experience was...not without it's merit, but perhaps a bit tame. Was the Thingamajig the one? Or was it just one on the road to the one?

Pick many, or Pick 1, and roll the corresponding amount of 1d100s.

1> Attempt to augment the Thingamajig to have an actual awareness, perhaps even a personality.
2> Consider the many avenues of love, and if love can be a paid profession.
3> Romance other objects.
4> write in.

Rolled 43, 45 + 10 = 98 (2d100 + 10)

>>5663528
Well like our girl always says, 'a rainy day just means the sun's gonna come back eventually!' Repeating her cheery, if somewhat fatigued, mantra to herself, Fizz opts to GET SERIOUS!

Not sure what you meant by pick 1 and then roll 1d3, but I'm gonna assume I can choose any option I want?
>2: PARKOUR DINING
Wouldn't be the first time she grabbed some 'fast food' and it sure as heck wouldn't be the last! Can't work on an empty stomach, after all!
>Rolling to avoid starving...

>>5663543
...the layered streets of the settlement were a blur with a focused destination. Fizz streaked past vendor stalls and mobile eateries, through outdoor dining and between densely packed umbrellas and chairs. There was a delicate act of balance, between shoving food into her mouth, and into her pack.
>98

It wasn't the haul she wanted, and there would need to be another gorging session soon, but for the first time in a while something familiar began to pull at her. Weariness.
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Pick 1 and roll 1d100

>seek out an AKSG medical facility for help.
>Find a nice place to take a nap
>Shake that off and find some work at an AKSG terminal.
>Write in.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5663574
>Find a nice place to take a nap
Work can wait, Fizz thinks to herself with slightly more, but still quite a bit less pep in her step than usual. Besides, if you're gonna do a job you might as well give your 200%, right? That means a catnap's in order.

>>5663578
>70
Being capable of acrobatics has it's perks. Fizz was able to climb to an unfinished upper level habitation. Damp with a view, but dry enough. Sleep came quick, the dreams were scrambled; replays of previous locations, blurs of motion, sound, feelings. A smile. The brief rest ended with a long stretch. Apparently enough time for her body to do some semblance of recovery and cellular waste disposal.

Finding a source of sleep aids would probably become a priority...but what now?

(petty theft skills have been improved.)
>Work
>Theft
>Fiddle with her personal device?

>>5663587
>Work!
It's a bit early in the day for petty theft. Best not push it yet!

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>>5662589
>Name: The Indebted
>Caste: Toiler/Recon

What happens when an Toiler with over a billion in debt dies within company property? A mistake, that's what fucking happens.

An over 2 ton walking wall of meat and metal, The Indebted it able to weld it's heavily plated armor though a mix of specially made drugs and flesh picked from stronger average individuals, giving it the prefect combo of pure defense and pure attack. Which would make them the perfect soldier...if you didn't count them requiring three times the amount of flesh needed to make one AND the dangerously high amount of AI power needed to just move its limbering muscles around. Making them a rare oddity.

Leaving this one right here, in an interesting predicament

Rolled 42, 6 = 48 (2d100)

>>5663509
I think I will pick 1. Ignaz has the valuable skills of being a tech, pressing buttons, being dispensible. With that resume in hand, he heads out to town.

>>5663306
Oh great, now Ignaz has lost his room, where the thingimajig, spent and reduced from the production, a husk of its former self, is kept, to a romancing robot. He will have to build some shelter or he will have to sleep in the control room of the Lighthouse. (Second roll is for that)

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>>5663614
AKSG was always an ardent proponent of recycling and even better, reuse. Your particular corporate sponsor has great interest in seeing this effort succeed. But success is not enough, no, the failure of others is also important.

Rumors of two competing projects have circulated various board rooms and water coolers. Closing out old issues is also a great way to garner support.

>1 Hunt the bioweapon >>5662998

>2 Pursue the Augmented >>5663042

>3 investigate rumors of "meat" *high lethality*
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>>5663616
>42
the walk to town saw the forest give way to the typical venutian landscape of caked and cracked mud. It was a nice day today though, only clouds, no rain. A tiny part of Ignaz's mind contemplated the forest before it slipped away, focused on that next paycheck.

The interaction with AKSG was as always, impersonal. A terminal scanned the user, and provided options, or in the case; a lack of options. Ignaz spent the day dispatching and at times remotely controlling a gaggle of repurposed arsonbots tasked with purging the sewers of pests and blockages. One of the intrepid machines recovered what is either some sort of lower face respirator or part of a robot. Clearly a case for examination with the power of imagination.

>6
Attempts to craft a shelter were short lived, as a sort of fungus promptly dissolved most of the bio-plastic tarping that was used, which was a real bummer. The light house control room was as good as it was going to be, thankfully he had the mind to check a few dumpsters and thoroughly pillage the foam out of some ratty office chair cushions to act as bedding.

What would a man called Ignaz want? He laid in his pile of foam and pondered that.

1> to grow the light house! For what though?
2> To get off this planet?
3> To make friends?
4> To stay hidden?
5> To gain power?
6> More? Was there always more?
7> Bread. Real bread, not that edible plastic stuff.

Rolled 7, 71 = 78 (2d100)

>>5663509
scorned guy checks the gps coordinates. a little walking can do no bad anyway

the SpecOP takes the job of assassinating the worst performing employe. after that his salary that willl be never received will be enough payment.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5663598
Whoops, forgot to roll!

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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5663635
Ignaz is in a holding pattern, almost as if waiting for something, he doesn't know exactly what but it will be necessary for larger drawings

He has a few plans, like experimenting with the new doodat and the arsonbot, but for now, he is looking to do

1> grow the lighthouse
The lighthouse being a universal beacon, it seems like the perfect candidate for a rest stop for Sprawlers and adventurers who have to cross the wilds. This would be an income source which would allow Ignaz to quit his job controling arsonbots, occasionally snatching up some of the more damaged ones to fiddle around with at home to build a small mining robert as a potential revenue stream.

FOr this, he needs 3> some more friends. He cannot build a new settlement alone.


As he falls asleep on the foam of his home, the beacon's instruments silently output a warning to a UI not only unreadable but positively imperceptible to Ignaz' human senses.

[----REBOOT COMPLETE----]
[+Unknown systems detected]
[------]
[------]
[+Unknown systems purged]
[+Signal diagnostics ------]
[------]
[+Signal active]
[+Activate scan]
[------]
[------]
[------]
[----SCAN COMPLETE----]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[+Royality detected]
[+ETA uncertain]
[+Vector accurate]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[-----]
[-----]
[+++Hail Royality+++]
[-----]
[+Herald Returns to Stand by]
[----STAND BY ACTIVATED---]

>>5663641
Fuck I hope I'm not the worst performing employee this month.

I have been stealing a LOT of shit

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>>5663614
extra processing power had to be added to the indebted, as the AI used simply is too energy inefficient to be upscaled appropriately.

>>5663635
>Processing available options . . .
>Probabilities of TI Termination 1: 10% 2: 4.56% 3: . . . 50%
>Double checking payout of each option . . . . . 3 highest.

>3 investigate rumors of "meat" *high lethality*

Rolled 72, 95, 71 = 238 (3d100)

>>5663528
The Thingamajig might be a decent lay, but it is an easy lay - every connoiseur knows that the harder the road, the sweeter the reward. Like any true gambler or masochist, ArsonBot craves the risk and challenge almost more than it craves the love itself. Although making the Thingamajig actually reciprocate might be a nice challenge in and of itself...
Either way, ArsonBot will have to set out on a quest in search of either new lovers, or new parts for it's old flame.
>>5663671
And what a coincidence, it's roommate(they don't actually room together) and good friend(they aren't really friends) Ignaz needs more workforce AND more stuff! All the more reason to go out and meet the people, see the sights, romance the local appliances!

Rolling for:
>finding things to upgrade the Thingamajig with
>finding things and/or people to start tumultous romantic relations with(might overlap with previous group)
>finding people and/or things willing to live in a shitty lighthouse in the middle of the woods(might overlap with previous group, also might be provided by me because I have more character ideas)

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>>5663641
>7; Scorned guy abject failure at navigation.

SG was clearly not the best navigator, and instead of wandering towards the GPS coordinates, made it's way deeper into the mud wastes where it came across a entity known as "m e a t". Roll to survive. Beat 30.

>71; in and out like clockwork.

The SpecOp spent the day disguising itself as a water tank on top of an office cooler, waiting patiently for night to come. The worst preforming employee was found in the bathroom, having committed suicide by shooting himself 5 times in the back of the head, then flaying himself of all skin. The Monday office safety and mental health brief would be a bit longer because of this. Your payment has been concluded, and your next job assigned: Track down, but do not kill, the "Engineering Sample". It is arguably a human female with an enhanced metabolism. Cover story is termination of the next worst employee of the month. Secondary objectives include termination of competing projects.
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>>5663671
Ignaz was alone, and that was really no fun. His personal device had access to the entirety of the Venutian Internet, and with it, so much to see. Yet also so little of personal interest. Muscle. He needed muscle to help expand the tower, or maybe he just needed to get that thingamajig working once more. It did a lot before it stopped.
Roll 1d100 per choice picked. The only consequence is the disaster of rolling a 1.
>1. Tinker with the laser, try to upgrade it's functionality to offer welding.
>2. Go searching for scrap to upgrade/ repair the thingamajig.
>3. Authorize AKSG labor to collect debris and bring them to the forest as a designated dumping ground.
>4. Attempt to renovate and rent out one of the rooms to a well-adjusted citizen in exchange for work around the lighthouse.
>5. With great disgust, you consider the possibility of manually digging a basement. Maybe the former arsonbot could help?
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>>5663672
You....might be a point of focus.
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>>5663778
Per the earlier roll, you have found meat. Roll 1d100 for combat.
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>>5664175
>72: as luck would have it, there is a lower half of an old 4L unit just laying outside in the mud. Nice. nice.
>95: Arsonbot is a modern robot, with modern ideas, and those ideas cross artificial boarders like flesh and steel, sentient and inert. The world is full of things to love, and it shall love them all. Thoroughly. Completely. But first it might need...MOAR. Those legs might be a good upgrade.
>71: By sheer luck, a defective Recon troop wandered by, and seem to accept your directions as command. Defective is sort of a redundant statement, it sure isin't much for conversation and doesn't seem to be AKSG proper. Maybe in time it will finish it's rehabilitation and be someone.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>5664197
>Praying to robobuddha I make this roll.

>>5664197
>Track down, but do not kill, the "Engineering Sample"
Uh-oh Spaghetti-O... this is off to a swell start, huh?

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>>5664269
The indebted was new generation technology. Not animated dead, but actually living flesh. Not haphazard scrap pressed into service, but purpose-built equipment.

>61
Post combat recording documents that the organism known as "Meat" attempted several ambushes via emerging from tunnels and attacking through dust storms. The indebted biological coprocessor allowed the unit to anticipate and counter an increasing cadence of attacks in a non-permissive environment.

This particular unit sustained significant damage but was able to ambulate to depot for refurbishment under its own power. The board of product development is greenlighting this thing for further research and development funding.

Its of note that the unit managed to recover a sample from its conflict. What was it? Was it more of a trophy, or an upgrade worth examining?

>Helmet- Jovian composite materials and a custom AI "guide".
>Giant Dagger- Impractical, but superficially based off a historical D-trooper issued weapon.
>Giant fist- Non standard AI designed architecture, implemented via ad-hoc field assembly of local materials.
>>5664295
>>5663643
>9
Fizz moved from sleeping prone to on her feet with a quick flip so casually that it would have made an Olympian envious. A new and glorious moment awaited her. Kicking off walls and catching ledges arrested her fall down to the streets below. Pilfering breakfast along the way fed the beast that was her metabolism. Still, petty theft does not secure a future, it only feeds the present. With a quick acknowledgement of that fact she made way to the nearest AKSG work terminal. One scan later, there was exactly one job offered.

"Evade capture: AKSG security systems will be undergoing testing and require the unique mission experiences only you can provide. While nominally, this will be a non-lethal exercise, your implicit safety cannot be assured. AKSG authorizes limited release of "Fizz Crystal" from cryogenic storage for use at your discretion during this exercise. Successful performance will result in an award of genetic therapy after a minimally invasive examination followed by tissue sample. Failure resulting death or other maiming will be generously covered under the provided Reconstitution insurance of this contract! "

On one hand, they clearly want to threaten your life, poke you, and experiment on you. On the other hand, there is Fizz Crystal being offered, a potential remedy for this runaway metabolism, and worst-case scenario; you get to be a walking non-corpse! What is there to lose? On the other hand, quite literally, you could follow an errant GPS signal with no idea of what awaits you. Your wrist mounted comm device alerts you of such a contact.

> Take the contract, roll 4d100 (survival and evasion phases vs SpecOp and Indebted)
> Go to the signal, roll 2d100 (obtain food for the journey, and survive the trip)

Rolled 83, 16, 62, 94 = 255 (4d100)

>>5664197
I will choose
>2. Go searching for scrap to upgrade/ repair the thingamajig.
I could use the arsonbot parts I've been nicking at work for this.
>4. Attempt to renovate and rent out one of the rooms to a well-adjusted citizen in exchange for work around the lighthouse.
and
>6. Use my first wages to order a ready-made hydroponic farm kit. "AKSG farming kits: If it grows cannibal monsters, that's on your seed, not our "soil"(TM)

Also making a fourth roll, but not for Ignaz. This last roll is for the Herald.

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5664356
>94 on the Herald roll
Oh boy. Oh boyoboyoby.

One night, as Ignaz is on his way home from work, the internal systems of the lighthouse spring back to life, unnoticed by anyone - except perhaps ArsonBot#237? Can he perceive the alien computer chatter? I will roll for it.>>5663306


[----STANDBY TERMINATED----]
[+Vector calculations complete]
[+ETA determinable]
[+Calculating new ETA ----]
[------]
[------]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[+New ETA: t-3.58 Braxirotations]
[+Arrival of Royality imminent]
[+++Rejoice+++]
[-----]
[SEARCHING DATA BANKS FOR DIRECTIVE]
[+>Upon Arrival of Royality, the Herald shall alert the knights of the present court to guide it to its correct growth<]
[+Scanning for knights+]
[------]
[------]
[------]
[----SCAN COMPLETE----]
[------]
[------]
[+++Error: Not found+++]
[-----]
[-----]
[+++Hail Royality+++]
[-----]
[+Herald Returns to Stand by]
[----STAND BY ACTIVATED---]

mere hours later, Ignaz fast asleep in the lighthouse control room, bent to a prezel to fit into the interior, an explosion shakes the building.

>>5664356
>84
You finally looked at the discarded pile of arsonbot parts you have been...skimming...from work. They were broken anyway, refurbishing them here vs. refurbishing them there. There was no such program at work, so no such crime. A real crime though? Not using these things. The next evening was spent cobbling sensors, motors, and manipulators onto the thingamajig. It really was starting to defy a proper name, but it certainly looked more capable.
>16
Ugh. Work. Physical work. You were not particularly lazy, it was just that this was so miserable, and you just worked already. It was a reasonable justification to yourself. Have to conserve that motivation. All the same you did sweep up the place, and that was something. Still, aside from your new "guest" >>5664197, no one else was going to be staying in that room. To your profound relief, the Recon starts to adjust things itself, to make the space more tidy and open. Wonder what else it could do. Hmm.
>62
No sooner did you order the kit than funds were unceremoniously pulled from your account. About a half hour later a smoking drone slammed into the side of the lighthouse. Outside was one slightly scuffed <MID GRADE AKSG Farming kit.> and <One destroyed flying drone.> maybe there is something good in there.
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Glory.

Rolled 61, 88, 70, 17 = 236 (4d100)

>>5664316
Hmmm... tough call here, but Fizz can't say no to CRYSTALS! That GPS signal might be worth investigating later, though, assuming her head still works after whatever happens...
>Rolling to take the contract and all that implies...

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Rolled 8, 52 = 60 (2d100)

>>5664368
Finally some good fucking food. Ignaz and the Recon, dubbed 'Butler' for now, build up the MID GRADE AKSG Farming kit.

Next, Ignaz takes a break. There was seismic activity the night before, but he's not too worried. What he is interested is the thingimajig. 237 had tinkered around with the thing and he's now interested in what's it up to

>First roll to examine the new and improved thingimajig.

and he still has his strange respirator-or-robot-part thing... but I gotta go to work so I can't tinker around with that rn

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>>5664378
bit of a better pixel count before work

>>5664369
Phase 1

Fizz was near immediately greeted by a small cargo drone that gave her two cases of ultra limited, not for public consumption, "Fizz Crystal." One part flavor town, Two parts illegal war crimes! The first case was consumed with gusto, the nutrients and chemicals going to stabilize Fizz's metabolism for another day. Onlookers could only stare in awe at the prodigious act of sugary beverage swilling. The second case quickly adorned a belt and various pants pockets.

>61/88 (100)

It wasn't long after that high powered bullets impacted in her vicinity; a strangely augmented Spec was in pursuit of her. High agility and a will to not be shot took her through various layers of the city, loosing the creature and keeping collateral damage to a minimum. It was clearly not built for long ranged pursuit and seemed to require closing the distance. The pontification was cut short as a nearby concrete wall exploded outward, behind it was..a toiler suit stuffed with more chunks of recon employees that should be allowed. The enraged construct was more than capable of pursuit and limited climbing, causing considerable damage as bystanders were simply batted aside. Time kept slowing down for her, or at least her perception, and that was sort of welcomed right now because in those transient moments she concocted a plan to get the charging recon to come at her over a particularly large gap.

Gravity took care of the rest, and the last thing she noticed of her pursuer was a solid thud that faded into the distance. The many gleaming optics and security systems of the city suddenly felt less assuring, giving a sense of unease or perhaps betrayal. Mobility and inertia, her mantra, her dogma. All in all, there were worse ways to make a credit, and the chance to get paid for this sort of havoc brought a grin.

Phase 2

>70/17(1)

Things went well for most of the day. Fizz was able to snag some food on the go, and even watch news on a display screen for a moment before it was shot out. Her personal device showed navigation points which had to be hit in order to complete ancillary sections of the contract and get a bigger bonus. They were all obvious traps, but so far the cadence had thrown off the creatures chasing her and she had met most of the objectives with no event of note. It was the last few which really caused a problem, and mostly because a claymore mine blew her legs off below the knees.

A crimson gush of blood quickly sealed itself shut, the metabolic action actually releasing steam. Pain was nearly nonexistent, reduced to a dull awareness and throb. She knew if she could just get a little farther some emergent handholds could let her climb and escape. "Shame about that." The Spec Op reached a translucent pseudopod to the back of her shirt and hauled her off to the AKSG collection point.

A frowning Recon-Toiler awaited the pair, and stood patiently as a transport arrived to collect Fizz. The SpecOp took a can of "Crystal Fizz" as a trophy.

>>5664398
For the part of Fizz, instead of being lobotomized and stuffed into a rubber suit, she was chipped, injected with another substance and given a pair of robot legs. Apparently, the job was done to satisfaction, and this was the compromise. The only interaction she had at the AKSG facility were other Spec blobs and little else before being discharged.

Within moments a disruptive hallucination appears in her field of view, some sort of cartoon representation of an AKSG worker.

"Dear valued employee. Per provisioning within the contract, you have been admitted into the Recon program! As condition of your debt payment for rehabilitation services, you have been implanted with <ONE> neural spike! Do not fear! This quality device has been in use for over 35 years! In addition to tracking your vital information, movements, conversations, vision, and biological responses to external stimuli (for your well being), it also offers one way communication from the AKSG offices along with motivational compliance signaling! Can you imagine how expensive such a device is? And how privileged you are to have one! Wowee, dear employee! You are special! But that's not all! You have been altered with a genetic modification derived from historical d-trooper research! Your body will now readily accept any and all implants! Isn't that great? You bet it is! Its why you can walk on those sturdy new strutters you have. You will also find <ONE> diamond tier meal ticket, good for unlimited feeding at any designated AKSG automat!"

Coulda gone worse all things said and done. She made her way towards that GPS coordinate.
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Roll 1d100 and either go to the GPS coordinate, or seek another adventure.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>5664409
Hey, not as terrible as it could have gone! Testing out her new drumsticks with an optimistic jig, Fizz pockets that nifty MEAL TICKET and decides to....
>CHECK OUT THE GPS SIGNAL

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>5664382
I'm gonna roll to start a digsite. Maybe I can get a geothermal plant going

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>>5664636
that did not work out well. How will Ignaz explain this to #237?

Rolled 5, 52 = 57 (2d100)

>>5664197
Scorned guy cometh across someone or something, the worms inside his body were panicking releasing pheromones and mutagens hoping that the host will continue its existence after the deadly encounter


SpecOP Agent:
mission: capturing the "enginering sample"
risks: unknown
payment conditions: capturing alive: extra money, unknown capabilities: extra money, high value target(?) extra money.
note: the agent looked agitated for 0,34 seconds. its personal question was...can it use ultraviolence or the targets needs to be whole physicaly...and mentaly.
Deploying...

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>>5662826
>>5664730
bloodworm.png

>>5664738
cool
i personaly liked them to be imagined like the tentacles on the Nemesis from Resident evil + Pet snakes

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Rolled 15, 21 = 36 (2d100)

>>5664197
The 4L Legs and the Thingamajig have been combined into one better lover and worse workplace hazard, the Thingamacrab. It's claw-leg only tells the truth, and it's leg-leg only tells racially charged anecdotes. The main body is still on the lower edge of sub-sentience, and is not much of a conversationalist.
>>5664361
Alas, ArsonBot is not interested in spam mail, and tunes out most wireless communications. In it's eyes, the alien signals are just another potential scammer trying to sell it doohickey enlargement pills. So foolish! Everyone knows the only way to enlarge your doohickey is to win a bigger one from a romantic rival in a honorable duel. Which reminds ArsonBot, it should get a romantic rival!
The way Ignaz touches the Thingamajig when performing daily maintenance... Yes, he must be a contender for it's love! That fucker. He better watch out for his doohickey...
>>5664720
...Curses! Ignaz has foreseen their rivalry, and stalled ArsonBot with a classic "big pit in the living room" trap! So dastardly... Getting his doohickey might be almost as challenging as getting out of this hole...

Rolling for:
>getting Ignaz's doohickey(operation "penis steal")

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>>5664398
>>5664409
>>5664571
Man, this job is already starting to cost her an arm and a LEG! Hoo boy. Anyways, Fizz can't be glum for long, especially when she's got a meal ticket and some nifty new augments! I mean wow, did you HEAR what that cartoon said?? Fizz is one VERY special and unique employee to get such a high-tech implant!
Gee, I hope the journey to the GPS signal isn't treacherous and full of danger!

>>5664571
>17: Navigation, non combat. There is mercy in this world.

Fizz stumbles for a while outside the city limits, getting lost and never quite finding this "Forest". She did pick up a single use taser someone had dropped. That is neat. NEAT.
>Single use taser, banked for a rainy day.
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>>5664378
>8
The thingmajig was as incomprehensible as ever, and Ignaz managed to pinch a finger in one of it's mechanisms! Ouch.
>52
(what was this roll for>)
>>5664720
>>5664636
It was a modest hole, to say the least.
>>5664730
>5 and 52
SG was yet another contender in the mix, and while unable to capture the Human female, it did provide valuable data to the corporations, in particular the individual bloodworms might be useful in trauma centers or as a colony inside a bioweapon derivative (Spec). For its part in the effort, it was awarded....one AKSG field operative set: a leather jacket, sawed off shotgun, sunglasses, and a pair of leather pants. Good for bartering, or good for wearing.

>*Corporate testing note: the "Scored Guy" template may provide further utility in augmenting "recon" types at a greatly reduced expense, while in fact accelerating their recovery time. Questions remain to post symbiote removal viability state.
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>>5664789
Kek. Anon. kek. I chuckled.
>15
>21
Operation penis steal would have to be waylaid for the time being, as improving this dastardly pit took precedence if ArsonBot was to ever escape. Bit by bit it began to excavate a sort of spiral staircase from the rocky walls of the pit. Soon Ignaz would not be so...cocky.
>>5664852
Unable to find the GPS signal on her own, Fizz decided to enlist some assistance....

You may pick as many or few of these as you want.

1> Fizz went to the local Jen'zen open air electronics market to see if a better device could help.
1d100
2> Fizz went to the AKSG board to get some cash to hire a mercenary escort.
2d100
3> Fizz decided to try her luck once more, with a song on her lips and sunshine in her heart. Not that she had ever seen unfiltered sunshine.
3d100

>>5664963
Event:
Corporate Work Drive. Attend this event, and if successful, or at least useful, walk away with fantastic prizes!
*prizes include rites of scavenge.

Round 1: Combat Ops.
Roll 1d100 to determine your tasking. Remember, participation is optional, but failure to commit will result in a Liquidator unit deployed to your location!
*you can decide who is the worse option between what what you roll, and the liquidator.

>>5664738
hello anon, what sort of player interaction would you like?

Developing units?
Single character story?
Power simulator?
Something else?

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>5664963
>That is neat. NEAT.
You bet it is, pal! Hey, one girl's folly is another girl's... taser!
Cooing and marveling at the 'bzzt's, 'zap's, and neato lights and sparks her new toy makes, Fizz give a jaunty wave to the motionless form wrapped in what looks to be trash bags and old napkins sharing the slum alleyway with her before she skips away on her nifty new legs towards...
>JEN'ZEN OPEN-AIR ELECTRONICS MARKET!
Surely the friendly stall owners could point her towards a good deal! A little earnestness never steered Fizz the wrong way!
After that, well...
>CORPORATE WORK DRIVE
People always say Fizz' pep is irresistable! Surely it could be of some use here!
... wait, no, they say she's irritating. Welp, a friend's just a stranger you haven't met yet!

>Rolling for Jen'Zen. Will roll for Work Drive if required

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Rolled 7, 59, 12 = 78 (3d100)

>>5664316
This was not a hunt, nor was it an execution. It was a euthanasia, putting down a sick animal that was attacking people out of anger, envy, and just pure hunger. Once The Indebted had a good hold on the m e a t, it was done for. It went from a cute game of cat and mouse, to a simple dirty task of tenderizing meat.

It's strange, looking at formless blob of ripped skin and ground flesh that could be called its corpse, its shape looks almost human...At least, more human then it was before. The Indebted takes the Helmet, be it a trophy, upgrade, or just to remember what it could become, no one knows.
>Helmet- Jovian composite materials and a custom AI "guide".

Walking becomes that bit easier, the light become that bit brighter, and killing...stays the same.

>>5663756
The board is currently at an impasse on upgrading The Indebt unit, deciding whether or not they'll spend the extra budget on the newly acquired helmet AI guide, or save money by using the more "organic" means. There's even a murmur going around on doing both. So now, it is decided on a vote (1d100 on it)

During its off time at home (Or as much as being stuffed into a broom closet counts as a home) The Indebted looks though the internet for any/all work available, gotta work off that debt some how. (1d100)

>>5664971
The Indebted is obviously participating.
(Sorry for posting so late today was busy)

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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5664789
>>5664963
237 digs a spiral staircase ino the side of the hole and uses the wood from the bed to produce a flimsy platform with a rope made of bedsheets hanging off of it so that in future, were he again to fall into the pit, he could easily climb out. As he does his excavating, he incidentally cracks a hole into the side of the pit where something like a cavern seems to be visible...

Ignaz sees 237's lurid stairs at his groin and takes once again to his ever increasing stash of arsonbot parts.

And he produces: THE CODPIECE! the most stylish and fierce of all the garments.

>>5664971
Rolling for Combat Ops. Ignaz knows he is not suited for this kind of work but he also knows that minimum wage won't get him very far in terms of being able to eat.

>>5664973
Hekkin interaction!

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5664971
>>5664993
Whoops, I'm stupid as hell. Just realized there's only one event and it's Combat Ops. Here's the roll for that, then! WATCH OUT!

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>>5664197

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Rolled 40, 38, 60, 65, 45 = 248 (5d100)

>>5665007
>7: Food
Attempts to scavenge long range provisions failed. The Indebted quickly ran out of food, and its massive bulk starved for calories. Still the AKSG development team urged the construct onward, simply ramping up metabolic sustainment gasses from it's back tank.
>59: Journey
Weather condition were sub optimal, and when the unit finally arrived at the GPS destination, it was somewhat withered but not yet emaciated. A few mutated life forms had attempted to prey on it and were in turn preyed upon themselves. In-situ food had been obtained and this new location was discovered; a sort of beacon station, crudely made but structurally sound.

>12: Combat Discovery and first moves
You were trailed by a flatland gang. Its hard to tell if they were simply a patrol from the next settlement over, or otherwise. Clearly hostile, and clearly outnumbered.
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>>5665077
>95: Combat Discovery: good news and first moves

The AKSG types act fast, no sooner had you submitted the contract and adjusted your codpiece than the hostilities commenced. Thankfully, you had the advantage of cover, and some sort of large flesh construct outside your beacon. A customer maybe? Not for too much longer if you didn't start shooting. Maybe you could get arsonbot in on this, or the thingamajig?
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>>5665085
>85: Jen'Zen
The good people of Jen'Zen happily barter work for gear, and with Fizz's snazzy new legs she was able to move a lot of goods very quickly. The terms of payment were simply that she get some sort of actual weapon. "like this tazer, but better." it had to be left behind while she worked, mostly so the stall workers could fiddle with it and find something comparable. Roughly 8 hours later Fizz had moved roughly 300 kilos of customer goods, abused her AKSG diamond privileges fully, and signed up for a combat contract. Upon her return, she was gifted the same exact device but with a bunch of crap attached in haphazard ways and put onto the end of a short stick. "Stun prod. Many uses. better." the device was pushed into questioning hands and rolling steel shutters came down to close the shops for the night, leaving Fizz mostly alone for a moment, the silence was broken as her personal comms and nav directed her towards the combat contract.

>77: I am a lazy GM. Combat roll.

Navigating to the contract seemed familiar, like she had been this way before but maybe got lost along the way. Strange things were in the ground here. Like pictures from earth, trees. Cool. The density of the trees increased, and soon her device chimed, letting her know she had arrived. Just ahead was a weird Toiler Recon like the one that had attacked her before, but this one was clearly not the same one because it had a helmet, and it was squaring off against a much bigger group.

>>5665669
To all players in this fight, select your target, and roll a 1d100. Claiming to defend/ evade will likely not hurt your target but will protect you somewhat better than trying to weather an assault with no mind to protection.

Indebted: My first two rolls will be against you from Rot and 6L.

Ignaz: Gets first attack, guaranteed to harm. As this is your home, you may choose to deploy the butler, arsonbot, and thingamajig, rolling an additional 3d100 (4 total). My last three rolls are against you and your tower from The Troop, Sysadmin, and his drones.

Fizz: Gets a sneak attack, who do you want to electrocute and or kick?

A high roll is likely to knock someone out of the fight, while a low roll is likely to knock off their aim. I'll resolve my rolls vs yours. If you don't care about high lethality, just let me know in your post and I won't baby the results too hard.

Rolled 14, 2, 28 = 44 (3d100)

>>5665688
237 is his own man, it's up to him what he does. But Ignaz will blast an overclocked laser shot in the direction of the trooop and command Butler to play defense on the drones. meanwhile the thingymajig... It scares me. Can it move? what can it do. I will roll for it.

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Rolled 28, 65 = 93 (2d100)

>>5664963
Life for the Scorned Guy has been never easy first an accident then the surgery. then another surgery after that freedon? and now surgery after surgery after surgery why? because the GPS device has led him to some freaky horror and then came the blue slime with a gun..and what a gun it was. one shot in to his shoulder and skin,muscles, and bone has shattered in an instant. with the paingrowing stronger the Host and the worms concluded they need to fight. in the end the only thing he got was a cut and darkness. when he became conscious again he was on the surgery table again. the mouth and shoulder have healed and mutated extra teeth. and afew extra muscles and spines from the broken bones cannot do no wrong. whatever the case they have opened him tooka few worms the pain was extreme even more extreme than the gun wound and with extreme heat tratment let the wound scarify.
now the plan is to get out somehow and find shelter where no more dissection awaits.

as for the SpecOP he took the reward and put them in the trophy room at HQ currently waiting for his next order be it liquidation or retrieving some stuff. If he has time he will secretly go to a cybernetic market not because HQ will be angry...but more cause ith his way of doing things in his free time

>>5665715
this pretty well couldn't have gone worse

Rolled 27, 73, 79 = 179 (3d100)

>>5665669
That smooth reinforced plastic casing, those gangly and stiff limbs, those fashionably assymmetrical tools of ultraviolence, all of it in spotless mint condition... ArsonBot #237 has never seen a machine as beautiful as 6L(not that it had seen many, having been locked in a suitcase for most of it's life). Sorry Thingamacrab, but you pale in comparison to this gorgeous and dangerous hottie.

Rolling for:
>seducing 6L
>amount of damage taken while seducing 6L
>Thingamacrab's reaction to 237 cheating on it

Rolled 80, 79 = 159 (2d100)

>>5665688
No need to fear! Fizz is here!
>Zap the everloving CRAP outta that Sysadmin with the STUN ROD!
>And kick the trooper if she still has an action after, I dunno

>>5665724
Freedom wasn't a bad goal. He would need to be able to blend in, get his tracking implant pulled, maybe find some resources or a place to lay low. Someone had left about a hundred credits in your pocket, which was pretty nice to have.
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Optionally Choose 1: Roll a 1d100
> Find a disguise. Just some new clothes; check the local donation bins, or trash, or steal them.
> Find a hard suit, something that can hide your mutations. (you can try to bribe a supply or logisitcs officer with money. how much is up to you, or you can go at it on your own.)
-Low is a less than conspicuous hazmat suit, mids would be a toiler suit, and high is something nice.

Optionally: roll a 1d100
> Get basic cosmetic surgery, enough to cover up some of the injuries, maybe shave down those spikes, fix that hunch.
-high is good, mid is ok, and low might leave you looking like the toxic avenger. (starts at 10 credits upward to 100 credits. The more you spend, the better the result)

Optionally: Remove the tracking implant(s?): This may upset AKSG, as you are stealing yourself. Roll 1d100
>Do it yourself. (need a high roll)
>Have the worms do it. (mid roll)
>Have a professional do it. (guarantee success.) costs 50 credits)

(optionally)Make your escape: roll 1d100
>take a mission and fake your death.
>Simply leave and deal with liquidators as they come. Wander the wastes. (high lethality combat route)
>Blend into the city, adopt a new identity. (50 credits to start, costs more as you go.)
>Go to this cool new location everyone is talking about on the GPS. The message boards say that it has "Room". Not rooms, just room. weird. (Interplayer interaction.)
>Keep working for AKSG and pay off that debt!

optionally: Search for anything/ street market: roll 1d100
>Ask for what you want, anything at all, and throw money at it.

Anon you have a lot of dice to throw, or none at all. Just some options out there.
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>>5665715
>14: Ignaz, overclocked shot at troop
>2:Butler, drone defense
>28: Thingamajig, violate.
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>>5665734
>27: 6L seduction
>73: Damage taken on seduction
>79: Rage of thingamajig's reaction to infidelity
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>>5665752
Fiz with an agility and surprise bonus.
80>Tase Sysadmin
79>Kick trooper
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The Indebted is slowest and has yet to move this round and is fatigued from starvation.

vs

>40: Rot targets Indebted
>38: 6L targets indebted
>60: Troop targets Ignaz x lighthouse
>65: Sysadmin targets Ignaz x lighthouse
>45: Drones target Ignaz x lighthouse
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Ignaz is in cover.

Rolled 37, 56, 62, 5, 37 = 197 (5d100)

>>5665959
At the rear of the fight:

The sysadmin was already set up with a portable field computer and directing his drones to scount then detonate on critical areas of the tower, or any other targets of opportunity. Reams of data from the drones fed through his visor and the errant AKSG technician was easily targeted. This would be an easy paycheck. Next to him the troop watched out for anyone who got too close, with trusty pistol in one hand and firing off the grenade launcher in the other. Some Recon type near the beacon took a shot full in the chest and probably won't be getting back up.

Stalking out from the overgrowth, Fizz lunged on whisper quiet prosthetics. The stun prod (80 escalated to 100 crit) connected with the Sysadmin's bare neck, promptly unleashing a fatal shock to his brain stem. The corpse slumped over onto it's computer and random key presses sent the little drone spiraling out of control. An overcharged laser shot responded back from the beacon tower, (gauranteed hit, but on a 14) shooting the trooper's pistol and causing him throw ruined weapon to the ground, just in time to get kicked in the face by Fizz, shattering his visor.

Mid range:
The indebted was too slow, too fatigued to properly attack or defend, and took hits from both 6L and Rot. A chainsaw kissed forearms raised in defense while a drill punched a hole through belly armor and tried to find something vital without success. Further damage from the multi armed 6L was stopped by a small ArsonBot that was violently smashing it's body into the leg actuator of the machine and slapping it with a manipulator arm. A flick of the leg sent the unit flying into a nearby rock.

At the Beacon:
Ignaz had just witnessed his new Butler explode into jiblets, and fired off a dangerously overcharged laser shot at the offender while incoherently shouting for revenge. The Thingamacrab burst forward with intentions of violation, it's twisted visage drawing the attention of the 6L unit. Ignaz could have sworn he saw the ArsonBot fly for a moment, but being concussed by a close proximity explosion does make it hard to perceive things for a bit. The Thingamacrab covered the distance to the 6L with disturbing speed, a sense of anger seeming to come from the machine.

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Next turn:

Fizz vs Troop (Roll 1d100, your opener is expended. Shock or Kick)
Ignaz vs Anyone he shoots at! (roll 1d100, you can overcharge that laser again, but a nat 1 will see it explode. Its getting hot!)
Arsonbot roll to recover x attack vs 6L(roll 1d100. A low roll is a simple recover, a high roll puts you back into the fray, ready to l o v e )
Thingamacrab vs 6L (1d100)
Rot vs Indebted (1d100)

My rolls: Rot, Troop, 6L Melee, 6L shooting phase. (bonus roll to determine how dead the Butler is. Low is real dead, high might be ok.)

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5665977
Grabbing a trip since my work keeps giving me a different ID and I wanna be transparent... more to the point, though, it looks like that guy got a CHARGE outta' that! Twirling her new toy like a cheerleader's baton, Fizz brings it around to
>take the disarmed trooper out of commission!
"Nothing personal, mister!" She chirps with an amicable smile and a wink of an eye!

>>5666013
>37 (stunned -5) vs 77 = 45 points in favor of Fizz

The trooper tried to use his empty grenade launcher to club away the stun prod but was too slow. The spinning prod quickly reversed direction, and made contact with the troop's face. It is a fun fact that being stunned can cause urination. Such was this case. While not dead the Troop was out of the fight.

Free actions:
>Finish him?
>Loot and load the grenade launcher? Try to shoot Rot or 6L next turn?
>Sprint towards the next target?

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5666036
Golly, now you're really pissed, huh mister? Maybe it was the adrenaline of the fight, maybe it was the near-fatal amount of sugar and caffeine marching through her veins, but whatever the reason, Fizz gave her would-be attacker an apologetic grin before snatching up his grenade launcher for use against his team!
>LOOT AND LOAD! BLAST ROT!

Rolled 52, 54, 98 = 204 (3d100)

>>5665977
Ignaz will do three things: first, he will give off a heavily overclocked shot at the sysadmin. second, he will try to salvage some armour from butler's remains. And thirdly, he will aimlessly tap away at the beacon's alien controls to hopefully have it send out aomething like a deafening alarm or a destructive psychic scan or something. High numbers for this last one are not as much gokd for Ignaz and low bad, but high numbers are MORE happens, lower numbers less happens.

>>5666104
fuck.

>>5666104
Also pretty sure the SysAdmin died, pal. Think that just leaves 6L and Rot?

Rolled 95, 38, 51, 62, 89, 76 = 411 (6d100)

>>5666078
>13, under 20, crit fail. stunned for the duration of the fight.
Moving at hyperactive speeds does not always equate to hyperactive coordination. In this case Fizz fumbled the grenade which went off in spectacular fashion....The upside to this is that there was a perfectly good body that was not Fizz to absorb the majority of the blast. RIP Troop, we hardly knew ye. The trooper's flesh and body armor safely took the worst of the grenade, while the concussive wave hit Fizz full on, knocking her out.

Next turn roll 1d100 to try and recover, you need 80 or better.
Fizz kill count: 2.

>>5666104
>52: shooting
With the Sysadmin recently deleted from the mortal coil, he fired somewhat blindly towards Rot and 5L; narrowly missing "The indebted" a hole was punched into Rot's backpack unit. The corrupted Toiler seemed to shudder and slow in it's movements, eliciting an unusual and warbling "Gobble" noise that sounded quite irate.
>2: Armor salvage
In the middle of the battle, it was a poor time to salvage armor, but Ignaz was a man of action, sadly there was nothing practical of the butler left, outside of some gloves and shoes....oh, and a neural spike. Ignaz stuffed at least that into the pocket, the gloves and shoes would have to wait until later.
>98: Pressing buttons.
The beacon rumbled, the beacon shook. Metal screeched and stone groaned. The lighthouse stretched upwards by another few stories, it's top spun furiously emitting a deadly heat ray that scorched large tracts of the forest, and even melted part of the new garden, and the corpse of the butler simply melted into the floor, flesh, gloves and shoes all. Ignaz wept for the loss of those new items. All along the electronics of the light house, gossamer strands of bio circuitry grew, and in the basement the pit changed into a strange chamber that was clearly for trash disposal, not bodies, or maybe even a place to dump raw material for the beacon to grow. Quite the mystery really. As the rumbling stopped Ignaz held his throbbing head, feeling hung over.
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Waiting on:

ArsonBot (with an additional roll from: The thingamacrab)
and
The indebted

Rolling for: The fallout of the beacon heat ray: (Mid round action)

Fizz
Indebted
ArsonBot
Thingamacrab
6L
Rot

>>5666128
95: fizz evades. Fizz is also lucky as fuck and awake again for the next round.
38: Indebted must spend this turn evading the heat ray.
51, 62: The arsonbot and thingamacrab duo easily avoid the heatray.

86: 6L makes an attempt to shove the two lesser machines into the heat ray but fails.
76: Rot comfortably sidesteps from the heatray, but is also now disengaged from the Indebted.
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If the two missing players do not roll in the next 7 or 8 hours, I'll roll for them.

Rolled 83, 5, 27 = 115 (3d100)

>>5665977
ArsonBot might have been saved from the heat ray by the convenient rock it smashed into, but what the rock didn't save ArsonBot from was grievous collision with the inconvenient rock it smashed into. Can robots get concussions? Because ArsonBot's head is spinning pretty hard right now... or maybe its neck joint just came loose. Either way, it will not be deterred. 6L is just playing hard to get! Maybe it will be swayed by a more romantic atmosphere, ArsonBot knows just the place...

The Thingamacrab is surprisingly agile for something that weighs about half a ton and is made of mostly random crap. It continues it's assault on 6L as if it wasn't just dodging a deadly laser 10 seconds ago. Is its rage borne of heartbreak, or a simple automated behavior in service to the beacon? In the middle of the battlefield, it is impossible to tell...

Rolling for:
>ArsonBot recovery
>seduction attempt #2, luring 6L into the basement for a romantic "stuck in a big pit" type date
>Thingamacrab's melee attack against 6L

Rolled 80, 28, 85 = 193 (3d100)

>>5665755
> Find a disguise. Just some new clothes; check the local donation bins, or trash, or steal them.

disguise probably not the most safeproof idea but whatever covers the worms and mutations are better than showing them to anybody.

while cosmetic surgery was an option but the PTSD from all the cutting and stiching can possibly make this a horrible experience no matter the benefits.

>Have the wormsremove the tracker. (mid roll)

the worms are coursing through SG's body every alien object that has no benefit or cannot be modified by mutagens are ejected from the system...but the question is could they remove/melt it safely?

>Go to this cool new location everyone is talking about on the GPS. The message boards say that it has "Room". Not rooms, just room. weird. (Interplayer interaction.)

self explanatory but maybe if SG bribes the liquidators they throw him out thinking he is some random hobo (if Disguise roll works) then lets start the migration towards a safe haven

(rolls are in order)

......

meanwhile SpecOP waiting for a mission to come to pay for his order for new cybernetic implants and weapon upgrades.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>5666130
Rolling for indebted.
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>>5666258
The improbable lust that coursed through the machine's circuits and steel, into it's T U R G I D plastics and piezo motivators all came together with singular purpose. It was going to fuck that machine.

6L fully ignored ArsonBot. Things did not go as planned. Thingamacrab was a vigorous if not particularly powerful fighter. Small dents and pits were put into the hull of the hostile machine.
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I need 1d100s and targets from: Fizz, Ignaz, ArsonBot+Thingamacrab, and The Indebted.
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>>5666604
>80: Disguise
You claw through several donation bins and dumpsters, finding an eclectic mix of clothing that could suit your tastes, from last years fashion, hobo rags, suits, laboratory clothing, to a pair of pants that someone had clearly shat in. It was all there. You even found a can of partially used spray on synth-skin. It can cover up two disfigurements.
>28:Worm removal of tracker
The worms expel the foreign objects, but it causes some painful trauma and more spike growth.
>85: Finding a new home.
The walk from the city was pretty uneventful, until you found the location on your device. A cyborg woman,....thing, ArsonBot, and another Recon unit like yourself are engaged in battle with a hulking 6L unit. Only a maniac would put that sorta thing together; and next to it was clearly an early model bioweapon, based on the coloration. You aren't really surt who is in the right here, but spot a guy inside of a large tower taking pot shots at the 6L and Bioweapon.

>Sit back and see what happens
>nope the fuck out of here and go back to the city.
>Enter the fray and protect your Recon Kindred. (1d100, pick a target)
>Protect that 6L against that gang of freaks. (1d100, pick a target.)

>>5666604
In SpecOp's little dwelling, it received a job to assassinate a local business owner. The problem was no one had seen the owner or knew of any details as to the identity past owning a successful chain of ice cream based novelty clown themed restaurants. Lidless eyes scanned alternative choices, but this one paid the best.

Roll dice for each choice. Pick 1 or more.
>Shake down employees for information
>Dig through the internet, attempt to hack.
>Assassinate all of his local employees.
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>>5666870
>67
The Indebted grabbed and twisted the head off of Rot, which would normally kill most people, but does not impede a bioweapon as much. With some luck, a claw could be shoved inside the chest cavity to fish around and crush the thing's biocore and put it down.
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If i've missed anyone or any rolls let me know.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>5666870
Seems like the ole' bucket of bolts is all that's left! Leave it ta' me!
>ZAP 6L!
Also I know we're not too far in, QM, but this is a surprisingly fun concept for what it's worth. Really digging the art, too-thanks for running!

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>>5666889
Also I forgot the dang pic... not really an artist, but you can bet I'm gonna try!

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5666870
Ignaz is going to try and assist Arsonbot with 6L using his remote tech whatsits. Rolling to help - Love will prevail!
^

>>5666889
>87 to 100 (artificial crit)
Fizz was able to sneak up on 6L, it's attention divided between shooting at Ignaz, swatting away the Thingamacrab and fending off the unwanted attention of some overly humpy arsonbot.

With a soft poke of her prod, an unwanted amount of electricity coursed through the frame of the 6L, dramatically weakening it. The chainsaw and spinning blade arms went limp, while left leg seemed to go rigid and unresponsive. You gave a robot a stroke.
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>>5667102
Ignaz had seen enough of the violence, admittedly from afar, but all the same he sat back and began remotely supporting the ArsonBot. External sensors and data began to feed into the small machine, while various optimizations and power efficiencies boosted it's speed, processing power, and strength. It was a delicate balancing act to keep it running like this, but for the next few moments it could be sustained. The light mist that was perpetual on the planet hit the shell of ArsonBot and immediately converted to steam.
(Ignaz has bestowed upon Arsonbot a +50 bonus to it's next roll. This is the power of real L O V E.)
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Rolling 3d100, 1 for Rot's grappling with the Indebted, 3 for 6L's desperate counter attacking.
Rot-Grapple
6L-Pinch vs Fizz (needs to score mid-high to pinch fizz due to reflexes)
6L-Shoot vs Ignaz (needs to score high for a hit due to deep cover)
6L- Kick vs Thingamacrab (lower than a mid and it' falls over)

Rolled 26, 81, 35 = 142 (3d100)

>>5667168
forgot my dice. go pokeball.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5667170
...today is not a high functioning day for the QM. Those three were for 3L, here is one more for Rot.

>>5667171
awaiting rolls from:
ArsonBot
The Indebted
Scored Guy

To anyone tuning in, you can either roll a persistent character, or just do "evolutions" of existing drawings for shits and giggles. Eventually I'll come by and do a corporate product review and the next round of funding/ testing results.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>5667187

>>5667170
fuck

Anons while this group battle has been fun, I am going to truncate it now because it has slown down the thread and harmed the pacing of the game. I can now tailor the game around each player's cadence.

>>5667232
assuming The Indebted
81 vs 37

The Indebted plows it's claw into the gaping neck cavity of Rot and fishes around in the soupy biomass until it finds something solid. With wet squelch, something pops in the chest cavity of the other suit, and it abruptly stops its struggles.
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The 6L unit attempts to rip at Fizz with it's grappler unit, only to have the agile courrier dance away unharmed. The targeting sensors on the unit scan the Beacon tower and find a weak spot with a life sign inside. A rotary laser chews through a wall providing cover and peppers Ignaz on the groin and left arm. Thankfully his CODPIECE protects him, however he was taken out of the fight with a painful amputation of the left hand below the wrist. The scars will look cool though.

Trying to disengage the frantic Thingamacrab, the 6L kicks at it, only to slip on a reinvigorated ArsonBot, leaving it prone and vulnerable.
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(no rolls needed.)
>thoroughly boosted by Ignaz the armous arsonbot thrusts itself onto the head of the 6L, and begins to thrust, caving in the sensors and metal housing while the Thingamacrab dismembered the machine at the torso, creating a 2L and a 4L, of which each was half paralyzed anyway.

>Fizz simply shocked the 4L torso into a safe mode. The legs of the 6L, now 2L get a swift kick to the crotch connector by the Scored Guy, who pretty much came out of nowhere.
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Loot:
6L: 4 power arms, 2 legs, a mostly crushed torso and head. Grabber, circular saw, rotary laser, and chainsaw.
Troop: Mutilated corpse, damaged helmet, damaged pistol (melted barrel), Grenade launcher + ammo belt, shredded jumpsuit, ruined chest armor. Good boots, 1 kneepad.
Rot: Patchwork toiler suit, damaged generator, Drill unit, helmet with comm gear, pile of biomass
Sysadmin: 1 perfectly fine corpse. Duster armor, Pants (shat in), boots. Mobile command terminal, hacker skull helmet, 1 helidrone and controller.

Loot can be used to upgrade your characters, or at times sold for a "saved" one time bonus to a roll, sort of represented as favor, clout, or luck.
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GM comments: these are my observations, but do not limit your creativity or ideas to them. Do not waste time figuring out who gets what, just ask for whatever you want and I'll make it work.

>Indebted can be easily repaired/ upgraded with the armor of Rot, but could also return to AKSG for repairs. The same can be said for any tissue injury regarding the various bodies.
>Ignaz can either field repair himself with a mechanical prosthetic, or "get a hand" from one of the corpses. Each option carries certain traits.

I await your ideas, clever or batshit insane.

>>5667348
The pain is maddening. Ignaz drops o the floor, blood pouring out of it. Lasers were meant to be cauterising, but while there is a layer of burnt-shut flesh, that quickly peals off the heated, bubbling fat beyond, revealing arteries uselessly spitting their contents onto the metal floor.

Ignaz fumbles through his uniform - did he not have something for this? Something against the pain at least? Ah yes, a syringe. Some opiate no doubt. Right? Too much pain to think about it. He jams it into the stump, and pushes down.

>use: random syringe

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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>5666870
>>5667187
After a rather complicated chain of event SG convinced his captors that he is a worthless hobo. so the just thriwed him of like he was some garbage. And now the road to freedom has begun. for some time tge locator and gas tanks place had caused a little pain but theres nothing the worm cannot solve so a giant scar remained and funnily bone blades on his shoulder blade.

after some time he came across his destination but there was conflict that also caused moral conflict over SG
if he waits maybe nobody will take him which is not a problem in itself but because he has been seen by them theres a chance they will hunt him down and turn him in for some quick cash.

helping the attackers is also risque they look like bounty hunters and aside from that they look like generaly untrustworthy fellows and while there is little chance he has a bounty on his head

so the only thing remained is to help the band of weirdos. for some odd reason he feels kinship for them... so siding with them sound morally right. Then came the question HOW? how should he help without being killed. the worms were anxious the last time fight ensued not ended well. but theres no time for hesitation.

The plan: trying to sneak behind the robot 6L and charge it with the spikes on your shoulder when it lost the balance grab two of its arms and let the worm burrow themselves into the joints to drool over the circuits with the same acid that helped to remove the tracker...hopefully those are not acidproof.

>>5666877
Cruelty was never an option for SpecOPs it was the sweetnes of indictrination that made him into what he is. by the way sweetnes his next job is to assassinate some confectionery restaurant owner. while it was a rather petty job that he would ignore at anytime. After all bickering between smallfisher were not exactly the thing he found enjoyment it always kill this, mutilate that for low key favors and blood money that can be tracked down (often with the help of the previous contractor) with ease the Agency had to deal with these...fishes and let say everybody from children to adults loves fish fingers.

but this contract looked unique it had a ridicolous amount of cash and there was no extra criterias that indicated any bonus payment. curious the SpecOP agent has accepted the deal.

the problem was nobody could track the owner. so the best idea was to "ask" around and because its a small buisness extreme butality can do more harm than good and the customer has not said to assassinate the buisness itself. so to avoid complications "bloodless" interrogation should be used.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5667404
>Shake down employees for information

>>5667348
How are we deciding who gets what loot? I wanna know which mangled bodyparts I am legally allowed to glue onto the Thingamajig.

>>5667557
Continuing to plow things forward due to the clusterfuck that is trying to manage asynchronous time tables.
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Indebted: Obtains the armor and helmet of rot, along with some of Troop's meat (like a third of the corpse). Circular saw. Indebted is fully repaired and has enough armor to upgrade it's plating.

Fizz: Grenade launcher and ammo belt, duster armor, helidrone + controller. Chainsaw.

Ignaz: sysadmin boots, skull hacker helmet, mobile command terminal

ArsonBot: a mostly crushed robot torso and head, 2 robot legs. 1 power arm and Grabber.

Thingamacrab: rot's drill and damaged generator, and biomass. remainder of the troop's corpse, shredded jumpsuit and ruined armor. 3 power arms.

Scorned guy: troop boots. damaged pistol. kneepad. damaged helmet. Rotary laser.

Beacon (hencefourth known as the lighthouse): shat in pants, perfectly fine corpse, anything I forgot to list.
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If you don't like anything you can feed it to the pit in the beacon, and speak your wish as to what you really want.

>>5667365
SG came a little late to the party but participated briefly in the end >>5667348

Your 63 is banked. You may spend it on a roll result you don't like in the future.
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>>5667356
Ignaz uses the random syringe.

1-29: Akira style body horror and melting to become one with "the beacon". This is not the end.
30-75: D-trooper compatibility serum. Gets the trooper hand and +10 to shooting rolls.
76-100: Regenerative nanomachine colony. Get the Sysadmin's hand and +15 to future "tech, computer, hacking and drone" related rolls.
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>>5667406
Attempts to shake down the locals for information was met with some suspicion and hostility, he was sort of a conspicuous and overt looking blob. Strange meat men began to trail the SpecOp.

>>5667684
I'm fine with those items, but Ignaz is more than welcome to the helidrone+controller if that's more up his alley!
>FIZZ duct-tapes the CHAINSAW to the STUN ROD for a STUN-CHAIN!
Having donned the DUSTER ARMOR and midway through her DARK WORK, Fizz turns and gives The Indebted a grateful smile! "Thanks for the help, big guy! You ain't hurt, are ya?"

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>>5667688
Gonna take that GRENADE LAUNCHER too if no one else wants it. Assuming nothing else occurs I suppose Fizz will
>INVESTIGATE THAT WACKY TOWER
she was mysteriously drawn to. Anything to get her away from that creepy hump-bot still gyrating against the deactivated 6L...

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5667687
haha forgot to roll.

>>5667730
would you like a redraw of the armor, or are you happy? Assumed lore: you got it refitted.

>>5667754
I wouldn't mind a redraw since I suck ass at it! It's fine if it's a little bulky, though.

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>>5667757
Done and done.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5667687
hoping for a 1-29!

>>5667836
>>5667753
57 vs 68: the serum is d-trooper for sure.

Ignaz grunts in even more pain, somehow, as the somewhat dull syringe is forced through clothing and flesh. There was a dull ache that spread from the site of injection until it seemed to suffuse Ignaz. It faded, or maybe he just got used to it as time seemed to slow down and flatten. Depersonalization, derealization and disassociation...was he always this person he was? Yeah but it was more a part he was playing than it was a who he was, which was maybe inertia more than existing. Something to consider...the bloody stump grew sorta tacky, almost gummy. The corpse of that Troop outside had a good left hand. Yeah, this wasn't normal, but it seemed right.

Ignaz had the thingamacrab lop off the corpse's hand roughly at the wrist. As if on autopilot he jammed the severed appendage onto his still oozing stump, and for a few horrifying moments it seemed like nothing would happen. Slowly though, strands of ichor fastened and grew from arm to hand and then back again. The Troop was kindred in a way, it had the same therapy as Ignaz had just received. He could sense it on the woman as well. Flesh steadily reknit itself, first the superficial; skin, fat, capillaries...then feeling, the hand ticked to life, no, his hand. His new hand. Muscles and tendons bonded next, and finally the bones bit into each other and fused. Within a few minutes, aside from the obvious difference in color, it was like the hand was always there. Blood had even soaked back into the skin.

Sitting down on the forest floor he looked up at the sky and suddenly felt a sensation, or maybe remembered it. He had field stripped his laser and reassembled it. A faint hum could be heard coming from it, but he knew that was a healthy noise. Flexing the hand, knuckles cracked and popped in a way that was all at once familiar and foreign. Echos of something "No tactical advantage" and "...pretty good..." yeah. Just like that, the ideas were gone but that muscle memory remained.

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Rolled 93, 11 = 104 (2d100)

>>5667862
Well, this is new. Two rolls for Ignaz: First is to investigate the bits of Butler-flesh now fused to the beacon. Second is to see if this can be repeated with other parts of the trooper. Ignaz is willing to sacrifice a toe to try.

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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5662589
meanwhile, just outside of 'Nayambei, members of the AKSG's Team for Interplanetary Termination and Security touch down. there have been a number of unusual signals emitted from Venus and the T.I.T.S. has been tasked to ensure that the backwater colony stays backwater, insignificant and non-dangerous.

They don't have the slightest clue what those signals mean or where they are coming from. Rolling to see if there's any indicators as to what's going wrong on the planet and for the cooperation of the on-planet ADMINs

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>5668078
second roll here to see how hostile or helpful the local ADMIN and Spec are

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>>5668072
Oh and one last post, I forgot to put on helme and shoes

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>>5667684
The Thingamacrab messily devours(or as close to devouring as something with no mouth or digestive system can get) the remains of both it's rival and the turkey-like monstrosity it associated with, using the slain foes as fuel for unstymied growth. It's size and beauty are massive now, there is no way that pathetic ArsonBot will try and leave it again.

Speaking of the ArsonBot, it's neck joint had indeed come loose during that collision with a local rock(No hard feelings, rock, you're just not ArsonBot's type). Searching for a replacement, it comes across 6L's only mildly crushed head, and swiftly incorporates it into it's body in a manner not dissimilar from the Thingamajig's feeding frenzy.
As the head begins connecting to ArsonBot's neural wiring, it starts to feel... different. It's thoughts linger for longer, but get processed faster, and it's got so much more of them now... When this little repair is done, will it still think the same way... About Love?

>>5668072
>93
The flesh is in a process of integration, plastic like material is gradually cladding or growing over the meat here and there. More interestingly, based on scans from his own equipment on the flesh, it is not the butler, not exactly. It's been extensively reconfigured at the genetic level into something new. At best it seems like it is pulling towards something. Something it wants.
>11
Ignaz had never cared much for his right pinkey toe. Not his own, no no, but the one that was in the boot from the dead trooper. Clipping off the toe he first threw it at the exposed flesh, and well, nothing. Going down to the pit he tossed it in. After much waiting, it was clear the toe was simply processed. Well. That was not too useful.

Ignaz could explore the local area around the lighthouse, dig towards the cavern, or find more...building materials for the lighthouse; and roll a 1d100
>>5668078
>8
Venus is a cluster fuck of jamming, errant signals, and electromagnetic noise. There were no obvious indicators without better equipment
>78
After a bit of time a friendly Admin greets them. One could scarcely tell the creature was once a mentally unstable engine of slaughter. The odd drowning warble in its voice and erratic tics in it's body language did little to put the team at ease. It indicates that the local "board" may have the equipment needed to pinpoint what they are looking for, but it will require commitments.

Do you meet the board, or do you strike out on your own? Write in and roll!
>>5668086
Love...and experience. ArsonBot, was that even a proper name anymore? ArmourBot? No. a terrible pun. However it knew it needed more of this love. There is a cavern, not so far from here. It would be a romantic place to dig in, and perhaps find more love. Alternatively, there was a signal being emitted which the new sensors from the former 6L were picking up, it might be worth a look. Not far at all...oh what a dark thought, while we are at it. The Thingamacrab could be fed into the tower, to become the tower. That is a lot of mass to love. A tall individual indeed!

1d100
>Write in your own choices
>Sacrifice the thingmacrab to the tower, merge them and enhance the overall beauty of this world.
>Have thingamacrab show it's devotion to you by digging out the cavern, and maybe sweeping the place up a bit.
>Explore the signal!

Rolled 46, 3 = 49 (2d100)

>>5668101
this is precisely what the TITS operative was after: mission specific equipment. It sounds like they will be exchanging commitments for equipments, and the operative has enough experience with the company o know: you go with the flow. So they will take what they can get. Rolling twice: first roll is for fittingness of equipment - high means the equipment is useful for its mission, low means it may still be useful but not tailor made for locating and eliminating disturbances in the ordered chaos of the colony. I will now quantify the team to consist of three operatives and will be dropping drawings for them throughout the [TIME PERIOD]

Ignaz action to come later

>>5668103
second roll was for the commitment. low means more involved, so that's gonna be a real doozy.

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Rolled 30, 73, 38, 42 = 183 (4d100)

>>5667348
Scorned Guy's kick against 2L's crotch has somehow cured the machine of it's paralysis through a miracle of percussive maintenance. Deploying secondary sensors and surveying the situation at hand, the pair of appendages reaches a wise conclusion: "shit's fucked, time to leg it" And "leg" it did, for it was leg itself.
Escaping was trivial, really, since those buffoons that wiped its team were too absorbed in defiling the bodies. Pft. Amateurs. Professionals only get equipment from trusted sources; looting every body you see is how you end up with ten different freeloaders in your head planning ten different apocalypses. "And a fashion disaster of a loadout", adds Right Leg, member of the Meat Mafia. "Agreed", chime in Left Leg and Pelvis, avid supporters of the Mirror Earth Cult and the Indigo Lodge respectively. None of them know about each other's proclivities, or for that matter their apocalyptic plans.

But enough mental dissing of their newest mortal enemies! Time to get out of this bumfuck forest before they get jumped by an anarcho-primitivist caveman or worse, a hippie. Hopefully this forest has good wi-fi; it'd be a shame to reveal their allegiance to the others, but it might just be that asking for a ride is their only choice...

Rolling for:
>rescue call to the Meat Mafia
>rescue call to the Mirror Earth Cult
>rescue call to Venutian 911(Indigo Lodge doesn't do rescues so gotta call the next best thing :( )
>managing to walk out of the forest on their own(invalidates other rolls if it succeeds)

>>5667730
Fizz entered the tower, it was weird. Sort of like if a Junker had a fever dream and built something. A home? A too narrow, too tall home? The upper levels were crowded with machinery and some office chair with a threadbare blanket. Someone actually lived in that cramped electronics closet of a space. Wow.

The lower levels got more spacious, and as she explored she noticed more and more. Little automated things crawling in and out of the walls, segments of rock and paneling that flipped around on actuators and did..things? Maybe it was all nonsense. but she was sure there were craters in the tower that were now gone from that earlier fight. The place was sort of unusually preserved, but somehow had a light layer of dust like it needed a sweep.

the lowest level was some sort of weird murder pit with a mulching machine. On reflex she threw her oversized duster armor into the pit. A bit later it spat out the armor but for her size. After trying it on, no it was tailor made for her. Weird place. Useful place. Maybe worth moving into, but she would need to maybe dig out a room, or carve one? Her brain sort of itched here.

>1. Start digging, it seemed right.
>2. Go cut a few doorways upstairs.
>3. Get out of here for now. This is a strange place.

Rolled 92, 92 = 184 (2d100)

>>5668101
Okay, Ignaz roll. Ignaz will do a fucked action and a not so fucked action.
Fucked: he will look for more building materials for the lighthouse.
Not fucked: Ignaz will try to add a little building to the light house where he can open a pub. There has been a lot of activity in the surroundings lately, so maybe he can supplement his absolutely abysmal income by selling a few beers

Rolled 26, 40 = 66 (2d100)

>>5668101
AmourBot(maybe LoverBot? Gotta workshop that out more...) even with its upgraded faculties was an adventurer at heart, looking for love in all the wrong places, and sometimes even in the right places. The 6L's sensor told it its latest crush(the legs at least) was still in the area, but it wouldn't be right to try and win it back now; not after humping it to near-death. Feeling guilt about humping things to near-death was another feature of it's expanded mind, one that is unpleasant, yet neccessary for the rich experience of life.
With the only other signals nearby being the Tower itself and the new mystery, the choice was obvious.

Oh, speaking of the Tower, with the added brainpower of the 6L those Tower signals seem a bit... off, for spam mail. Maybe it won't hurt to look at one or two...

Rolling for:
>investigating the mysterious signal
>listening in on the Tower signals with 6L's sensor

The Thingamajig... Was forgotten and left to stand idly by the Tower. Again. Oh, the wonders of having such a scatter-circuit lover... But you can't choose who your central fluid pump beats for. At least there's more people now, maybe one of them will make use of it, like Ignaz did back in the good old days when it was just them, alone in the middle of the woods...

>>5668107
Had an interesting idea for this character, with every limb being independently sentient and a part of a separate secret society, perhaps different players could come up with actions for different limbs. A sort of co-op "Leg RPG" if you will. Like Octodad but every limb is played by a different guy and they're all subtly working against each other while working together on the surface. Does this idea interest anyone here?

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>>5668103
Two for now. A third will follow.

>>5668125
I would be interested in the idea but I am skeptical of something like "leg evo" being conceptually possible. sounds like something that would be impossible to pin down really, too complex for mortal minds.

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>>5668128
all three now

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5667786
Love it, QM! Thanks for that!
>>5668108
Mouth agape and eyes wide at the fancy new armor courtesy of the freaky pit below her, Fizz gives the machine a polite 'thanks!' before turning around to scratch the itch in her head.
The sound of activity outside catching her ears, the girl bites her lip in contemplation as she plans out her next action. Having just watched a guy in tech gear reattach a new hand as easily as she brushed her hair in the morning and those freaky robots scuttle about amidst the corpses, Fizz decides to forego introductions for now and utilize the combat high and NIFTY NEW STUNSAW to follow the peculiar urge currently dominating her other thoughts:
>ROLLING TO DIG! DIG, FIZZ!
Finding an appropriate corner within the tower, the sprawler wasted no time in following her intuition. Whether she found something or not, Fizz was certain that it'd be worth the effort some way or another!

>>5668125
Seems pretty neat, but given how we're already having issues with player activity I'd say it's probably best to just play as the legs for now and keep the other limbs open in case someone comes in later. Already digging the legs themselves, though! Made me smile at work today.

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>>5668103
The equipment is nothing but a receiver that gets information from a larger device. The admin assures the team that they can pinpoint the source of the transmission, but first the exchange.

The admin explains that there is a problem happening with a new local power that has competed with the current "Administration" for over 35 years. At one point they enjoyed amiable relationships, but this has since degraded and can no longer be counted on to be trustworthy.

The team gets the feeling this will be an extreme commitment. "What are they?"

"A shadowy group of bio-vampiric mechanoids who see human flesh as a cool fashion statement. The locals call them the Meat Mafia." The receiver displays many images of flayed corpses, stripped to the raw bone, and then a thing. a meat machine.

>Roll 1d100 to start searching and finding intel on this "meat mafia."
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>>5668107

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5668825
TITS know the drill with the company: you go with the flow, live at overclocked speeds and leave an unrecognizably mangled corpse which will be turned into a nutritious smoothie or parts of a new labourer. roling for intel

>>5668911
that's a 100

>>5668914
Hot dog, TITS are well-versed in all things Meat Mafia!

>>5668107
The meat mafia, and Venutian 911 do not work so well. 2L is able to escape to the edge of the forest on it's own, with everyone busy figuring out what the fuck was going on a mobile crotch was of little concern. The Mirror Earth Cult landed a light scout craft near the forest edge and absconded with 2L, shoving it in a bag and putting tape over it's sensors, as is standard abduction protocol. It would be great if they didn't always do that though.
>>5668109
>92x2
Ignaz was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for still being alive after the harrowing experience that is nearly being killed. Getting shot at was for idiots! Running a pub, he always wanted to do that, well, always thought it would be cool, so why not now? Why not an Inn? The lighthouse clearly knew how to take care of itself, and could grow, so he took out to feed it, and in his spare time build a little tavern on one side of the structure.

Sometimes you can go overboard in the grandest of ways. Scouring the expansive grey mud flats between the city and his Lighthouse, there was ample scrap. The new helmet had MAD capability (magnetic anomaly detection) which really helped. The scraps were repurposed into some sort of unseen industry beneath the tower. Quiet rumblings and grinding ever present as minerals were excavated for ever more growth. Walls stretched and yawned wide as new beams grew in place like teeth from an infant's gums.

The tavern which started off on the ground floor was lifted up by the growth of the lighthouse itself, becoming a concentric ring around the spire. Ignaz's own style of construction was radially duplicated by an unknown intellect.

As time wore on, Ignaz's new hand gradually "firmed up" becoming less foreign and sticky, now just somewhat scarred but functional.
>>5668119
The Bot was still forming it's new identity, and in doing so observing the world. Signals caught it's attention, mysterious as they were. It would be a slow go but eventually it would pinpoint the source. More interestingly, the tower....the tower seemed to be more than just a crude structure, there was some sort of intellect to it, yet to be understood...yet to be romanced. Oh yes, this lighthouse was a tall drink of water, and ArsonBot, it was T H I R S T Y .

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5667687
>>5668107
After the Battle SG finaly found a home even though he still lurks in the perifery of his new "allies" he gladly help good relations are important says the workers etiquette. but fist things fist setting a camp near or in the tower a comfortable living space...for a mutated Scav that he is.

SpecOPs storyline: the weird meat creature sintrigued him competitors or maybe henchmen. whatever the Case by the Agency's Law for hostile unauthorized bioweapons except Specs and a few other Civilized (i. e. employed) organisms and constructs Ultraviolent slaughter is accepted and by the addendum regarding racial and buisness competition its even encouraged.
so the Plan is to QuickScan the group for their allegiances. if they are useful one should be kept alive for interrogations. if not nobody will remember that they ever wanted to kill an operative.

(i guess i just need to roll one for the SpecOP cause SG has a unused roll)

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>>5668145
dangerous style.
>>5668272
>>5668276
(ill probably avoid more multi player events that require any sort of time coordination for progression. The Lighthouse is multi player, but can be ran asynchronously.)
Fizz began to cut away in accord with an urge that she wasn't quite sure was her own. Stone and soil parted easily as she found previously unseen pipes and cable bundles. Caution was gone as the objects were neatly severed in half, and as soon as they were the gap began to wide on it's own. Soon she was moving and cutting other random areas, the process repeating itself. The lighthouse was growing, she was helping it make that room to stretch. Even with the stunsaw, it was hard work taking most of the day. That said, the others were in a similar manic state.
>>5668911
The mercs knew what to do, and how to do it. They played a trump card and offered the local AKSG GmBH approval from AKSG AG proper to become a GmbH & Co. KG. The Admin had a bit of a shocked look in her eyes at the offer and put a finger to an ear, activating an unseen communication device. A moment later TITS was escorted to an elevator that was actually more of a giant pneumatic tube transport. The destination was a cavernous room full of unknown medical equipment and a massive machine in disrepair, lording over it all. A voce came from that thing, and with it, limited gesticulation from it's suspended limbs. "The offer of Gesellschaft mit beschränkter Haftung & Compagnie Kommanditgesellschaft is accepted in exchange for all available data on events leading up the creation and organization known as "the meat Mafia".

>TITS has a full understanding of the previous thread, the fact that there are at least two other Dasein Class AIs in 'Nayambe. The previous colony AI native to Naya Bombay "Patel" remains active in a benign state, governing most of the city's infrastructure, while an unknown "ArsonBot" variant has consistently caused incidents of anything from petty vandalism, sewing racial and caste division, and to include but not limited to class 3 terrorist activity. The other AI's are considered a direct challenge with the entity in which you are currently interacting with and prohibit meaningful cohesion and stability with regards to getting acceptable standards of product development and production output. Nayambei is considered by the AI to be a wholy owned but independent development center for AKSG and has been attempting to field test numerous advances in disposable technology and "Assets." for several decades.

>Ask any questions.

>>5667406
Spec Op's personal device chimed, and it was notified that it would no longer be working alone on this task. Please report to the AKSG local administrative building.
>obey
>do not obey

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>>5669106
tl/dr: for tits team. They made an offer to this local branch of AKSG for improved corporate standing. Likely they had been holding onto this trump card for a bit, but with the natural 100 roll, chose to use it. The benefit is that the local AKSG powers that be will bend over backwards for them for a bit with regards to intel on the meat mafia, and probably a few other things.

>>5669151
yea that came across.

>>5669106
>Ask any question

I don't know if I am competent to even think of one.

I guess here are three:

>What is the quickest way of taking out the meat mafia?
>What is the real purpose of AKSG on Venus?
>What is the signal we are after?

>>5669166

>What is the quickest way of taking out the meat mafia?
Assumption: Identifying their base of operation and disabling manufacturing and cloning facilities. This is not know, but may be attainable with your off world resources and data interrogation capabilities.

>What is the real purpose of AKSG on Venus?
AKSG Venus branch is as previously stated. ///classification override/// AKSG on venus develops technology to support the on going conflict and harvesting efforts against the forces of both the lower and upper realms of existence within this dimension. AKSG prides itself in being within the upper percentiles of it's corporate competition. -AKSG GmBH & Co. KG- is wholly owned yet fully independent, with it's own operational agenda and interests; it is a strategic barrier and buffer for internal politics.

>What is the signal we are after?
We do not know. It is both foreign to human and known machine profiles. Hybrid digital-analog in nature, defying currently known means of generation; likely multi-dimensional, yet unlinked to the Jovian dimensional tear. (see: HellDivers Dolph and Bill incident.)

>>5669106
Having finally got a bit of whatever got into her out of her system, Fizz takes a minute to wipe the sweat off her brow and finally realize she's been digging for what must have been at least an hour.
That fatigue coupled with that of the battle she had just participated in prompted her body to deliver a very specific message:
"Take a dang break already!"
Putting her STUNSAW back into one of the slings that came with her spiffy new armor, the street urchin-turned corporate killer skips out of her excavation site in the direction of the surface.
Emerging into the unforgiving humidity of the Venusian Outback, Fizz perks up at the site of not only the strange man she saw reattaching a hand earlier, but also a whole new addition to the tower: one that resembled one of the countless canteens she regularly swiped drinks and pub feed from.
Intent on getting some answers, Fizz jauntily approaches the tech dweeb with a cheery whistle and a wave!
"Afternoon, mister! You the guy in charge around here? Where'd you get fancy digs like this anyways?"

>>5669220
>>5669166
awaiting player interaction.

>>5669220
>>5669439
Criminy. I guess while we wait Fizz is gonna
>FIDDLE WITH HER PERSONAL DEVICE
and
>TRACK DOWN SNACKS

Rolled 45, 94 = 139 (2d100)

>>5669203
Alright. TITS now having used its Betriebsrat-authority chip to give AKSG GmBH an independent Kommandit-status, they will go to fuck up the meat mafia (first roll). But before they do so, Wild J turns again to the Super AI.
>We're probably going to be a while. In the meantime, it'd be good if you kept an eye on that signal. Have a sprawler or a tech or whatever seek it out and send us updates.

>>5669220
Ignaz wriggles out of a piece of self-erected pseudo-wall in which he was caught during the building frenzy. His new hand twitches as he is surprised by the dirt-covered sprawler, but his mroe trusting brain prevents the limb from drawing his pistol.

"I don't know if I would say I'm in charge... All this is company property, of course. But I live here, and until recently, I've been the person taking care of this place. That has somewhat... automated, by now.
As for its origins - I actually pilfered it from an abandoned construction site. It was just some thingimajig, a template construction device, but somehow the template in it is... odd. I don't know what it is exactly, but this beacon includes technology within its walls I cannot even conceive of.
And by now it also makes margaritas!"
>rolling for making a margarita.

>>5669581
>45
The best Recon and Arsonbot team were put on observation duty of the signal. It would be exactly where you left it, neatly folded, and perhaps even cleaner and whiter than before!
>94
Ignaz summoned all his skill at making a margarita. Local tequial, Local triplesec, and local lime juice, all in the bar, and none of it ever having been locally available. Much like a college screwball comedy movie, its best to not concern yourself with were the alcohol is coming from, only that it does come. And all things considered, it was a better than serviceable example of a margarita. About 8 of them later, Ignaz had to agree with himself, and the voice of the tower, they were very good. He was good at what he did. Yes.
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Fizz: Roll 1d100 to determine if you drank, greater than ...roll to see how fucking drunk you are. 1 is Violently drunk, 100 is also violently drunk, 50 is stone sober.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5669581
>>5669596
Fizz' eyes light up at the mention of the word 'odd'. "You could say that again, mister," she nods, watching the grubby-looking tech as he fiddles with the gizmos behind the bar, "I've never seen anything like this place! Talk about a lucky find!"

As the man produces a salt-rimmed concoction, Fizz turns to give the place another wide-eyed once-over. "Automated," she repeats in a hushed voice as gossamer-thin strings of light danced around the walls, "yea... it's almost like magic or something. Like they always talk about in the movies!"

Fizz didn't really consider herself much of a cinephile, but living on the street one learned to take enrichment as it came. Watching the building perform its tasks, images of castles and wizards danced through her sugar-addled brain.

"Sooooo," she continues, cautiously creeping over to the bar when she notices the tech is making MULTIPLE drinks, "Do ya' think the uh... the company's gonna come and take it off your hands?"

Fizz might be young, but she had a pretty good idea of the answer already. When the company wanted something, well...

Scooping one of the drinks into her now-armored hand, Fizz lets the statement hang in the air as she takes a sip of the icy green draught. In another life an appropriate family figure or friend would have warned her by now about the inherent risks of accepting a drink from a stranger, but the girl's upbringing was anything but typical.

As such, it came as no surprise to anyone that Fizz' first swig was a big one, and finding the flavor pleasing, one swig turned into a LOT.

"Well anyways, you're in luck, boss!" Slumping in one of the nearby chairs, Fizz continues to enjoy her well-earned(?) drink. "I've been looking for a place to crash... figure I can't compete with that 'automation', but four eyes are better than two... and uh... lots of... robot eyes, right?"

She wasn't lying. The place was a bona fide castle compared to her usual lodgings--hell, she hasn't been bitten by a junkie ONCE since she arrived! "Name's Fizz, by the way! Pleased ta' meetcha!"

>Rolling to not get fucking SCHWASTED. Will roll also if persuasion is necessary...

Rolled 1, 71, 19 = 91 (3d100)

>>5669609
"Ignaz" the newly-minted bartender replies, offering a soldier's handshake his hand knew to execute without his say-so.
"And I could always use another pair of hands. My Butler was... terminated some time ago and there is a lot in this place I haven't fully figured out yet. Sure, the whole thing is 'automated' in the sense that it does what it wants, but I have not yet figured out how to interface with it nor how to tell it what to do. I feel like if I were to be able to communicate with it, it wouldn't necessarily be amiliable to listen.
The whole thing has he air of a directed mechanism without the thing it is supposed to be directed towards, like the lighthouse is trying to fulfil a purpose which simply does not correspond to the reality of its surroundings.
Speaking of those surroundings, there's one thing you could do: You could explore the area around he lighthouse so we know if there is any immidiate danger around. Not from the company, mind you" he is quick to add, as if evoking a protective invocation, "as I said, all this is company property. We are simply... caretakers. I'm sure there is no reason for the AKSG to intervene in any way."

>>5669596
MEANWHILE TITS operatives are slaughtering meat mafia members in the streets (a roll for each operative)

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>>5669146
yes it has

>>5669609
>>5669641
>90: escalated to 100. crit.

Fizz finds herself fully intoxicated. The positive here is, so is Ignaz. The nerd. The bartender. She hadn't told him he was wearing a box on his head. It started off clearly a joke, and became forgotten. He suggested they explore the property. Adventure! The brave knights set out on a quest, but what quest?

A voice, one they both could hear "Fi..d ...alty. Sec....ession." With only the reckless enthusiasm a wastrel can manage, they sought out this voice, etheral as it was. Climbing and falling down several ladders and stairs, only to climb again, they found the voice, at the top! "Find the Royalty. Secure the Succession." Searing light engulfed both of them, dissolving them, taking them. Unceremoniously dropping them in the front of the tower with a painful ringing in their ears. "FIND THE ROYALTY! SECURE THE SUCESSION!" Fizz for her part, felt just the tiniest bit reduced from that. Slight pain. Wew.

A quest from a wizard in a tower. Ignaz for his part rubbed the back of his head and with a shrug looked to her. "We find the royalty." With a slight cough, he noted that being transported in that manner felt like being kicked in one of his nuts.

Roll 1d100: Fizz and Ignaz.
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Operatives, skilled and dangerous in their environment, but often mistaken for soldiers. This they are not, and the biggest set of swinging reproductive organs on the block, they were not.

Wild J was ambushed and dogpiled by a mob of unfleshed cyborgs intent on collecting her skin. By the time Young' D was able to beat all the meat off of her teammate the downed member was thoroughly expended. A body in it's twilight moments, advance corporate technology kicked in, preserving the corpus and lowering core temperature. Private' H provided supporting fire as Young' D evacuated with one body, only to find herself burdened with two. The sniper went down under a churning murder rave of spines and blades, only to escape on the doorstep of death. As the trio retreated H provided cover fire but succumbed to unconsciousness.

Going to the only place she could think of "D" returned to the AI. Medical droids wordlessly guide her and provided assistance in loading her companions into pods scattered around the cavernous room. Nearly all housed fully or partially formed individuals. None injured though. odd. The following conversation was brief. It would take time until her party was restored, though there were ways to accelerate the process... The AI's detached taloned claws gestured calmly throughout the communication in a dismissive manner. Other choices also remained...
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>Incorporate the others into herself via "Optimized Recon Reconfiguration.". A single superior example.
>Expedite their recovery via augmentation with local resources. Cyborgs...bioweapons...and more.
>Demand immediate recovery, and be granted immediate 100% recovery. The party will be like new.
>Interrogate the AI on these processes.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5669667
rolling for ignaz

How embarrassing about TITS. I don't think they deserve immediate recovery.
>Expedite their recovery via augmentation with local resources. Cyborgs...bioweapons...and more.
this is more up the right street

and while we're waiting
>Interrogate the AI on these processes.

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Rolled 91 (1d100)

You know what? Fuck it. Ex-Terminus Ex-clone CEO has found his way back out of death* as a massive fucking sword-wielding robot and he's now the problem of everyone who stands in his way to restoring the corporation to its former glory. For the autism's sake: there is no nervous system inside, just a set of interconnected HDDs grinding HARD to simulate the clone's consciousness. And an extensive fallback system that ensures the hellish contraption cannot "die" from the hardware failures.
CEO came from desert and had no fucking idea where on Venus he ended up so when he finally reached "civilization", he picked up the first seemingly-hopefully-doubtfully-intelligent bipedal creature resembling a human, lifted its face up to his facebox and asked in metallic tone: [What is this place?]
*citation needed
>>5669667

>>5669751
this rules

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>5669751
What >>5669798 said!

>>5669667
Fizz barely heard the words of her newfound companion through her excitement-induced catatonia. This was it: a once in a lifetime chance at... at a REAL QUEST! From a WIZARD! Forget about hoofing mysterious packages across the colony or fighting other street urchins for the last shred of cheese caked onto burger wrappers--this was the REAL MCCOY!

Goaded onwards by the booze from her ONE DRINK hurtling through her caffeine-enriched blood vessels at mach speed, Fizz immediately snatches up the bartendnerd's sleeve in her free hand and starts dragging him in towards the jungle!

"Den whadderweWAIDENfor, IGGY!?" She slurred, thankful that her newfound robotic legs were only marginally affected, "Wegoddafin da PRINCHESS.... or PRINSH!"

It's a good thing Iggy had her with him, she thinks to herself with an assured nod. He clearly had a head full of technological know-how and could sling a mean drink, but he hardly struck her as the type to know how to act around royalty.

Free drinks, a place to crash, a new pal, and a MAGICAL QUEST. Today, she reasoned, is gonna be a good day after all!

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>>5669751
Reposting AI upscaled version, because the resolution in original was shit and undeserving of being in this thread.
>>5669798
>>5669820
Thank you, thank you, he'll be here all week.

>>5669675
Inside their tanks the two TITS operatives are prodded and poked by mechanical arms on circular gantries in the fluid medium. The sniper was hooked up to a series of tubes, her blood cycled out and replaced with a bioweapon not unlike a "Spec" or "Admin." Tears in tissue were already sealing shut. stab wounds puckering closed. Skin and muscle writhed in ways fully unnatural. Changing, body and mind. She was clearly contaminated by the Venutian technology and would likely not be permitted off world again by AKSG AG.

The Gunner was far more...dead. Not brain dead yet, but well on her way. A host of cybernetic implants derived from the "Limb" series were used to supplant missing flesh, while a cruel number of neural spikes were jammed into her skull to support control of what would normally be very enthusiastic AIs. The notion was that the decentralized nervous system would cope with the new sensory feeds and help stave off psychosis. Nearly every organ in the thoracic and abdominal cavity was replaced with some mass produced machine equivalent. a 4L cyborg. A haphazard job of a woman's flesh wrapped around a cybernetic frame. The AI commented on this one. "...meat mafia in all but affiliation." Maybe an infiltrator?

When quizzed about the consequences of these actions the AI nearly shrugged. "Compartmentalization of knowledge. Augmentation is well known; as is medical intervention. The reality of the most lethal injury is that of the Reconstituted. Fully reconstituted represent those who are not economically viable for repair. An acceptable replacement is generated, neural spike implanted, with removal and replacement of the original as a Recon." 'Nayambei healthcare was simply cloning. It was D-trooper technology of those too injured to be economically salvaged, with the...fuck.

>Roll 2d100 for the results of their recovery. a 1 is a monster, loyal, but absolutely changed, and a 100 is an elegant solution.
>>5669820
>78 - low threat
>64 - low threat
Ignaz and Fizz stumbled forward into the wild. There were more of these tree things than there should be, and it was GREAT. This place went on forever, only getting denser with trees and an unfamiliar sky and animals that they had never seen. Really magical stuff...really magical stuff. There were a few times they saw strangers at a distance, but they always managed to hide in a bush, or up a tree. Conversation was had about hopes and dreams, plans for futures both practical and impossible. Retirement and maybe just living in the lighthouse. The strangers moved with a nearly ritualized structure and gait, to some impossible script or mathematical formula only know to them. the journey that should have taken 20 minutes was bordering on 4 hours by their own clocks, and yet the destination was still onward. The horrors of sobriety had settled in now and their destination was just ahead.

>Roll 1d100 for the remainder of this most excellent journey.

Rolled 10, 5, 59 = 74 (3d100)

>>5669980
these updates come without fail at my bedtime. rollinig for the gals. Hoping for maximum retention of personality but they knew the risks

also rolling for the excellent journey

>>5669981
It is time to acknowledge that TITS were all hype no punch. Their rolls are comically bad

>>5669854
This is good.
>>5669969
so is this.
>>5669751
>91
"....Its 'Nayambei! Nayambei!" the pause stretched on as crackling HDDs created something that resembled consideration. [Where is Nayambei?]. The wastelander panicked and started naming off geographic regions, times, the solar system, finally stating "Venus! we are on Venus man!" Setting the man down, the CEO of Ex-Terminus questioned the man to exhaustion; This was not Naya bombay, but Nayambei. It has been over 30 years since the colony crash landed on Venus. Terminus was not known to this individual, nor does he know who runs Nayambei. Further interrogation revealed as much as the man knew about the local force structures of this region. Intel. Good.

Meat Mafia. Plunderers. Sounded like remnants of D-team and the Betacorps, maybe one of the others. The androids, robots, and bioweapons seemed to have adapted to the new environment, but the man seemed confused as to "Clones and D-troopers." Further pressing just lead to more confused parroting of unfamiliar words "Strooper? Fujo? 5G aids? Patel? A fucking bear? We aren't on earth and can't afford a zoo!" he had reached the limit of his situational usefulness.

The CEO considered options. Terminus would need to be reconstituted, but that would require a corproate board. What good is a CEO without his board? Was it practical?
----
pick 1 and roll 1d100
Time to start rebuilding? [Yeah. I think I'm back.]
Wander for adventure and violence. [Do you like hurting people?]

pick 1. roll 1d100
>Leep the dude as your first new board member and not at all terrified slave.
>Delete the dude.
>Dude is free to go, maybe he will spread word of you and cause former allies to return.

Pick as many as you want, and roll 1d100 per.
>Search for the known AI's of the Naya Bombay era. Patel and a particularly savage "arson bot."
>Try to covertly find ex-terminus affiliates, resources, installations and information.
>Go find these "plunderers" and recruit them. They were once a powerful force.
>Investigate this "meat mafia." they may be of use.
>Establish a new base of operations.
>write in.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5669854
This is fantastic! ONWARD TO ADVENTUREEEE!
>>5669980
Couple of questions for Iggy that I'm sure Fizz would have asked along the way.: please read in an appropriately peppy and chipper tone, preferably in rapid succession. Also gonna roll for JOURNEY
>"So what got ya' into techy stuff anyways?"
>Do you like your job? What would ya be if you could be ANYTHIING??"
>"Whaddaya think the royalty's gonna be like? Pretty? Handsome? Cute? Rich? Mean? Magical? Do you think they're gonna make us KNIGHTS??"
>"Didja grow up on this planet? Where ya from?"
>"Do you wanna build stuff forever? Do you have any dreams?"
>"Didja build those robots back at the tower? Are they your friends?"
>"You're good at making drinks--where'd ya learn to do that??"
>"What kind of monsters and stuff live out here, ya think? And where did all of these wacky trees come from?"
>"What' your favorite food??"
>"Do I talk too much? Some people say I talk too much. Do I? Is that bad??"
>"How much further do you think it is from here?"
>"Is your head hurting yet? Mine is. Any idea on how to stop it from hurting?"

Huh. It says I posted, but I ain't seeing it yet. If it doesn't show up in a bit I'll try again, but I did a roll and stuff, honest!

Rolled 7, 51, 95, 40, 74 = 267 (5d100)

>>5669986
>>We aren't on Earth
[And where do you think your supply drops get sent from? The Sun?] The machine responded, its head reflecting Sun straight at the man's face.
>Time to start rebuilding.
>Dude is free to go, maybe he will spread word of you and cause former allies to return.
He was a good man, maybe even the best (within the arm's reach).
>Try to covertly find ex-terminus affiliates, resources, installations and information.
Crash around the local area to find those possible remnants of terminus. It's fine if there aren't any, we will just have to devise a different source to get a subhuman female taskforce from. Maybe. Or maybe we will sexualize arsonbots.
>Go find these "plunderers" and analyze them
If they're clones they should be identifiable by their peculiar central nervous systems. Er, ask them what/who/why they are before committing gruesome violence just to look inside their heads.
>Investigate this "meat mafia." they may be of use.
I don't know what use they will be of, but I want to hear more. Maybe get sword practice.
>>5669969
That's a rather nice post number if I do say so myself.

>>5670077
>7: Rebuilding
The CEO literally had no idea what the fuck he was doing, and was fully making this all up on the fly. So started the new rise of the terminus faction. (internal records of on details of useful projects were not found. not a one. Things will have to be discovered in the field)

>51: Free to go
With no further use, the man was released no worse for the wear, if slightly unnerved by the experience. For better or worse, the name "Terminus" started to circulate amongst the common folk for a time. The machine was fearsome, but it didn't steal their flesh, so that was a good thing!

>95: Find ex terminus assets.
The wastes provided. The CEO tracked down historical rumors of mercenaries and freedom fighters, sometimes finding a fragment of truth. In quick order it had ascertained that there were still living former terminus employees. The Khalga Asi was one of perhaps a handful of living "Strooper" descendants. Modified female D-troopers. This particular variant was a rejected model that fled from earlier purges; equipped with a psychoactive plasma blade, the weapon grew in strength with her resolve. Interestingly enough she was outfitted with equipment resembling another dead end project "PRIYA."

The "Ex-Terminus" was a freedom fighter roughly descendent from "Boomers". Specialists in gurilla warfare, though this one was well past it's expiration date, and carried bits and pieces of gear resembling other terminus units of that era. A mishmash of cybernetics and "regeneration gas" kept him alive.

Finally: A small 8 man atmospheric shuttle.

>40:Plunderers + analyze
The CEO wandered for a few days, which when you are a tireless machine is a non-issue. Leads provide by locals told stories of men in powerful armor from off world, who wreaked havoc and took what they wanted. Truth be told though; in recent years the stories had all but dried up. Dessicated corpses were found, and even fragments of Jovian ship breaker armor. This was the right track. (gained 1 "Plunderer, and several crates worth of plunderer scrap.)

Eventually in an out of the way settlement the CEO managed to track down a plunder warrior; well a poor example of one. The suit was in terrible condition, and it didn't even use a hammer anymore, hiding behind an energy shield. The investiation was more of a brief fight in which the "plunderer" was laid out and forcefully removed from his suit. It wasn't even a genetic relative of the original occupant, just a usurper. The downed "plunderer" explained most of the guard were dead, their expensive and hard to maintain suits gradually lost through attrition. Parts and scraps became precious as vital spares to keep the old equipment running. New strategies around avoiding direct combat emerged and over time the old guys simply died off, or sold off their suits. Maybe a few were left, and if the CEO could activate the homing repeater on this suit, he could find what was left of these once mighty warriors.

>74: Meat mafia

>>5670219
Locating the meat mafia was not a major issue, they were fairly obvious in 'Nayambe. Interacting with them was another matter entirely, as they have a history of aggressively attacking interlopers. Recently an off world AKSG hit team was the latest victim of this policy. That said, the CEO was also a machine, and offered no immediate hostility to the strange constructs who also resembled an archaic design from decades past. The "Build-a-Trooper".

No doubt there was influence from D-team in this region.

>>5669076
>>5669106
The Answer is of course Obeying there is enough conditioning that everything (aside from self harm) will be accepted.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>5669987
>oh you know I was born a low caste ch--
>erm well the one I have currently is a little more stimulating than--
>I don't know, I have no idea what we are looking for. This whole thing may just be a translation error, in fact I have a theor--
>Mhm--
>I--
>No but 237 is my flat mate. I still have to talk with him about having messed up his room. I think I may owe him money?
>It's really the bar that--
>I hope there aren't any monsters! The trees are fungal growths, I think, terraforming spores which were not pruned.
>I don't tend to eat any non-paste base--
>I mean you do a lit--
>Maybe a spot of silence could help?

>>5669667
>>5669980

SG has Settled most of his days are spent in solitude sitting in his room mumbling to himself... one day a can of soda landed in his room. grabbing it then taking a sip both the recon and worm, and the shared mind concluded it should not be touched next time.
but after this not so tasty encounter he came to a realisation that he barely knows anything about his newfound "comrades" so his next stop was the Bar but it was empty but the smell of booze and soda still lingered in the air maybe join their quest of self delusion as the only one sub IQ sane man...worm...thing. after all an extra pair of hands can maybe help before something really bad happens.

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>>5670348
These were turbulent times. SpecOps was assigned to support the offworlders with the understanding that if preformance was found acceptable it may become the next export template for the bioweapon class, or perhaps even go so far as to become THE new revision and standard. What glory, what awe. Its mission aligned with these individuals as well, the task of tracking down the meat mafia began anew.

>Roll 1d100 to see how this character is configured by the AI.
1-30>SpecOps as injected into the TITS sniper, configuring bipedal flesh to it's whims.
31-75> SpecOps was given a mass upgrade, doubling in height.
76-100>SpecOp's weapon was replaced with a portable c-beam. (c-beam is basically a continuous cutting laser.)
>Roll another 1d100 to see how combat goes against some low level thungs. Warm up session.
>>5670359
troop boots. damaged pistol. kneepad. damaged helmet. Rotary laser. It was something to work with. The worms seemed to know what was going on. The pistol's melted barrel was just cut off turning it into a crude sub nose. Still more range than the worms. The kneepad fit around an elbow, and after clearing out some broken visor bits the helmet fit with enough room to put the hat back on. Hats made people look normal, so this should help. hmm..that laser, yeah. Not sure why it was given to me. us. them? Still, a lot better than not having it.
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SG stepped outside to find some very strange things happening. The local reality seemed to be overlayed with another place. At least that is what the worms seemed to think. In the extreme distance he was able to pick out two little pricks of color that didn't belong with his worm grown eye. Between him though, and where he wanted to be was a lot of terrain and some other figures that did belong to this landsape, but didn't belong on Venus. They were closing in on Fizz and Ignaz.
>roll to see how SG had aided the journey of Fizz and Ignaz.

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>>5670353
>>5669987
>54 and 64
The idle prattle carried on, and the two grew acquainted enough with many medical facts being overshared and probing questions of great discomfort asked. Just ahead was the source of the signal, some sort of crashed pod. The conversation did not abate.
>"So were you ever a coomer?!"
>"What?"
>"You know, one of those kids who spoke in the memeslanguage? Shoot your goo my dude? Ara Ara? Amiritebro? Umadsempai? LaMeow?" Fizz belted off an assault of things to which Ignaz either did not know, or vehemently feigned ignorance to. One of the earlier machines caught up with the duo to which Iganz was almost grateful as it failed its arms and screeched in an increasing pitch and oscillation. It was clearly placing itself between the pod and them.
----
What do you do? Write in and roll.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5670540
"Hey, what's the big idea interrupting a conversation like that?! Put an egg in your shoe and BEAT IT!"
>Blast the bot's braincase with a few GRENADE LAUNCHER ROUNDS!

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>>5670549
Shit. I need pic related but with Fizz because I'm clearly gonna be using it a lot with these rolls!

>>5670549
>crit fail. Why do you do this to me anon?

"Bloop. Bloop" this grenade launcher makes a funny noise. "Ping". It never went ping before.
---
How did the grenade ricochet or fail?

1d100
>1-10: Hit fiz in the head, full explosion. maybe dead?
>11-20: Hit Fiz's gun, exploding. Minus two arms.
>21-30: Hit Ignaz's feet, exploding. You maimed Ignaz.
>31-40: Hit the pod, and exploded. FUCK. The pod!
>41-50: Grenade hits you in the head, does not explode. K/O.
>51-60: Grenade hits Ignaz in the head, K/O.
>61-90: Grenade was a dud. Bounces off the robot harmlessly. It seems both angry and confused.
91-100: You shot a can of fizz. It actually exploded when it hit the robot.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5670567

"Oh, a robot. Perhaps we can reason with it, there is no reason for it to be hostile after a--MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING"

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5670567
It makes things more interesting! R-right??

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>>5670550

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5669058
AmourBot had been traversing the forest in search of the signal for what felt like 30 minutes, but what was according to its two internal clocks either 4 or 20 hours. One of them REALLY needs a calibration. Probably the one that's been running for 38 years nonstop.
6L's signal was now gone, though the Bot made note of the direction it went in; the mystery signal had not moved an inch and was still impossible to pinpoint. The Tower's signal, of course, was as clear and as cryptic as ever. With battery running low, AmourBot decided to do one last lap in search of the signal before heading back home. If it didn't find anything, maybe it'll look into where 6L(or should it be 2L now?) went off to.

Rolling for:
>finding the mystery signal

Sorry for the slow mostly-text posts, very busy with other stuff right now

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5670595
Ignaz rolling to help arsonbot's navigaion sinc e Ignaz own tracker is close to the mystery signal and as good room mates, he and Armourot ha dexchanged numbers

>>5670589
Saved. My coworkers are very confused as to why I laughed like a moron just now. Kudos, anon!

>>5670567
In case we need a new action, Fizz is gonna make the expression above and get behind Iggy. Maybe diplomacy IS the way here??

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Rolled 65, 41, 62, 79, 79, 58, 24, 48, 80 = 536 (9d100)

>>5670219
>>5670219
>7 Internal records of on details of useful projects were not found. Not a one.
[Useless. Useless. Useless.]
>95 Khalga Asi
[Self-preservation instinct is of no use.]
>95 Ex-Terminus A mishmash of cybernetics and "regeneration gas" kept him alive.
[Impressive craftsmanship. Still, it didn't save your leg.]
>40 The downed "plunderer" explained most of the guard were dead, their expensive and hard to maintain suits gradually lost through attrition.
[Poor craftsmanship. Machines weren't meant to be made of plastic.]
>74 resembled an archaic design from decades past. The "Build-a-Trooper"
[Hard to believe these things outlived wild Fujos.]

>Internal Records: Punch the wall in response to finding no documents.
>Assets: Expertly disarm Khalga Asi
And if that fails
>Kick her in the twat and grab her by the collar
>Check her body to determine whether it's real Priya and demand to know where did she get the PRIYA's equipment from.
Priya did have her own looks, he should be able to determine that much.
>Check what that sword of hers can do vs. the traditional blade (up to QM's interpretation)
>Tell the Ex-Terminus mans to come with and harass the Meat Mafia to get some of their fun-gas to upgrade his zombie serum
Boomers were the foundation on which Terminus proudly wobbled against the unending shitstorm of Storm Trooper failures.
>Plunderer: Pull the mans out of the cockpit and throw him across the yard
>Activate the homing repeater.
These mecha suits are intriguing, even if they're constructed from the same rubber as cheap sex toys are.
>Meat Mafia: Devise a plan to steal the fun gas from the shitpile Meat Mafia calls their local base of operations. [Spoiler] Hopefully using the Ex-Termiboomer's tacticool insanity).[/Spoiler]

Rolled 24, 81, 26 = 131 (3d100)

>>5670527
Spec op roll (blurb align to the number)

SG has stepped into the wildernes and Started to run like an idiot. the worm that holding the handgun started to make a sizzling noise. It was not a good thing for the outsiders but SG felt that the worm(s) are getting excited.

>>5670682
SpecOPs has fused temporaly with the sniper this relationship goes two ways atleast he likes to think it goes he gives any physical and mental strenghtening needed and the sniper has a tremendously enhanced efficency however he is the property of HQ so this temporal fusion should remain classified.

the side effects of the fusing ispersonality distortion for the host, and maybe addiction to combat stims. for the Spec parasite the greatest bane of all EMOTIONS and increased hunger for organic tissue.

>>5670570
>74 for negotiation. -6 for Fizz. Effective 68: ~I'll give you a D+ for the effort.
The machine pivots itself seeming to observe the grenade fly away, until it clubs some poor animal who dies with an abrupt squeal. Indifferent to the scene, it picks up two rocks, and throws one at each of your chests, which hurts, but is not lethal by any means. Spotting 237 it almost apologizes for the exclusion Arsonbot before also throwing a much smaller rock at it to correct the social fauxpas.

>Gesture at the Pod.
>Try to communicate
>shoot it point blank with the laser gun.
>write in.

>>5670571
>82 for bonk.
The grenade flew off into the distance, cudgeling some poor animal on the head. Its fine. Its fine.
>its not fine. You killed it!

>>5670595
29+50- Success. Asynchronous event. Gained Arsonbot.
During the walk Ignaz managed to distract himself from Fizz's endless dialog via staring off into space, looking at maps on his visor, and using predictive speech analysis from his helmet to answer questions with a synthesized version of his own voice. Hopefully he didn't answer anything wrong. It was worth it thought. The signal from 237 was faintly but there. He fed coordinates to the machine, drawing it to them. By the time Fizz had decided to shoot a fucking interdimensional robot in the face, the diminutive ArsonBot crawled out from under the brush.
>he did. He did answer something wrong he would have normally never said yes to.

>>5670589
Wholesome, Funny, and Cute.

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>>5670682
>81: The new SnipeOps entity is highly effective, given how much humanity has been eschewed. Revisiting the scene of the earlier ambush this new unit calmly "decommissoned" two lesser meat mafia street gangs by staying in hiding, going places and doing things that someone with the burden of bones would find impossible. The results already the AI was dusting off the "Fujo" files and reconsidering the utility of the Admin types.

>26
SG blundered along yelling and attacking just about anything that moved. He really didn't want to wake up again on a slab. There was some trauma regarding that. Bird things were shot, trees were shot, more than a few bushes were shot. Like the proverbial Hansel, SG left a trail to find his way back home, but it was fire and ruin. He also hasn't gotten overly far, but man is he trying. As a result of all his trying, some of the machine things from this place have taken notice.

>Write in and roll. Run, Attack, retreat, communicate?

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>>5669981
>>5670708
New entity online: Advanced Recon based on 4L technology. Subject's muscle memory and as much brain as remains have been retained.

Calm-J operational.

>>5670700
>Gesture at the pod
Will this do something? I will try
>Try to communicate

"Hi, I'm Tech Bower, I'm a triple-F menial level low-caste worker for AKSG GmbH. Can I help you? We'd just like to take a look at that pod"

Rolled 72, 6 = 78 (2d100)

>>5670714
rolls

I'm also going to bed soon so Fizz should take over the negotioations (or he "negotiaions")

>>5670700
>>he did. He did answer something wrong he would have normally never said yes to.
My God. Ignaz' speech predictor wrongly impleid to Fizz that Ignaz kisses hot babes

>>5670700
>>5670714
Still sore from the rock to the chest, but more at ease now that the robot hasn't fried them both yet, Fizz gives the bot a friendly grin and a wave!
"And I'm Fizz! I work too! We're on a quest from a wizard to find some royalty! Seen any princes or princesses around?"

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5670716
Don't worry, Iggy! Fizz is on the case! Adding my roll...
>>5670717
>spoiler
Fizz is awestruck. Holy shit bruh
could Iggy possibly be.... COOL??

>>5670628
>65
Wall has been punched. One fist size hole created in the side of your shuttle.
>41
Attempts to disarm fail. The Older "Strooper" is still quite agile.
>62
But was not prepared to be kicked in the groin by a 9 foot tall giant robot.
>79
This unit is not Priya. Vocal interrogation reveals that the Khalga Asi was gifted the gear from equipment captured by the Dusters and Scrappers in the junkyard sector of Naya Bombay. It was exchanged for labor and support against the Betacorps. While she is aware of "Priya" to her it is mostly a rumor of yet another Corporate project or dead end.
>79
The Sword Priya has is the "Khanda". At a glance it appears to be a standard sword but deep scans reveal that it is actually reverse engineered from plasma blade technology that belonged to an interdimensional warrior cult, brought to the doomed station by accident. While not as efficient as a regular plasma blade, it is also a sword if it stops working, and it gets very hot. Also arguably cheaper to mass produce.
>58
the Ex-Terminus, former boomer, did unleash indiscriminate urban warfare against the Meat Mafia, but was only one man. The gas he had was largely the same gas they used to this day. There was no upgrade to be had.
>24
Your attempt to remove the plunderer from his suit was met with surprise. The Machine was not rubber. Plunder Warrior suits were made of ceramics, and ultra hard alloys over a complex servo harness that granted impressive strength...30+ years ago, when they were already old. The machine was worn out, but not as a child fighting an adult.
>48
The man inside the suit gets the hint and fires off the repeater. There were about 4 other suits that responded. It was arguable if they were worth producing, but the short term boost to the group's strength would be useful. Still, less than practical.
>80
the Termiboomer comes through, and just like the days of old pulls a win out of his ass. By simply disregarding notions of right and wrong with indiscriminate destruction he was able to distract local forces long enough to make off with a 15kg propane tank full of the gas. And maybe a little propane. He even got some accessories.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5670700
>>5670714
>>5670718
This new machine was not as bewitchingly beautiful as 6L, but still quite alluring. It was also just a little hostile, judging by the rock currently lodged in AmourBot's torso. A "tsundere", its secondary processor helpfully provided. Tact and finesse would be needed to woo it, both things that AmourBot was excellent at. Or at least it imagined it was.
"Greetings, fair mechanism! Me and my human acquitances were drawn here by a most bewitching signal - could it be that it was your angelic broadcasting equipment that sent such melodious transmission?"
>rolling to communicate
>>5670717
>>5670720
Fake news... Everyone knows Ignaz is only into Thingamajigs

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5670708
Running and shooting like a stereotypical redneck was somewhat uncharacteristic for him in his rampage there were moments of lucidity when their..his..its mind wondered what caused this Gun Ho attitude it was quite a mistery until it came to mind the Soda...but it was only two sips that cannot make his body overdrive whatever the case it does not explain the nightmarish visions that came up for some miliseconds. Maybe it truly was just another reason to stay away from the Gal's soda. In this destruction he felt calm his body went on full auto so he had time to "Talk" with his shared mind it was incomprehensible and nonsensical but calming in a way. The Delirium ended when a bunch of metal things came up still dizzy he tried to communicate. His vocalisation was rusty he always tried to talk minimal as possible bit he felt confident.
> EIIH Woth ar yo pepol fendhs o ehemies ith the fomer kon ya taih mey yo Sheen a Gal wo reeeek o bouse an a goy wi' a shock on is ead?

It was embarassing deep down but the warm fruity feeling started to come back so any sense of felt shame is irrelevant the only thing matters is to hold itself back as long as he gets an answer. While in this state he cannot feel anxiety but somehow he was anxious if they were not enemies his simple conscience couldn't handle the toll of Mowing down innocents but maybe if the soda wears off he will forget this.

>communicate (atleast trying to)

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5668107
>>5669058
2L had been delivered to the nearest Cult meeting spot, which was just the garage of one of the Cult Scions. The light scout craft was just that Cult Scion's truck, too - this must really be a backwater branch, the main branch would have garages AT LEAST twice this big.
As per the rules of the Great Symmetry, every action has a reaction, and every favor has a price - so before 2L can return to it's life of organized violence, it must pay the Cult back. Most likely with intel, given it's not in any shape to do much else than talk.
Right Leg and Pelvis are shocked that Left Leg was the member of a cult, of all things. But perhaps it is better to tolerate this development for now - at least until they have a few more bodyparts on their side...

Rolling for:
>what intel 2L can give the Cult(about anything 6L might have seen that is of value to them, not just things related to the tower)

>>5670716
>76, yes. 6, not so much.
The machine watched raptly as the unusual metal and cloth man gestured very thoroughly at the royal salvation pod. Perhaps these were the ones? Its language was indecipherable without any lips to read.
>>5670717
>>5670720
It turned out that Ignaz had indeed kissed a lot of hot babes, and umm..drove a monster truck (sized dump loader)...and..uhh...and even once wrestled a bear; though later genetic testing revealed that it was a mutagenic man masquerading as a bear, but that is another story for another time.
>98: to 100
Fizz just babbles on and on. and on. The foreign robot watching raptly as she talks, cataloging noise to mouth forms, patterns and cadences. Syntax. She was sent by the WIZARD, the very wizard himself, to rescue the Royalty. Relief. This tired old machine could complete it's last and most sacred duty of protecting the royal line. Long may they prosper in this new dimension. Quickly marching over to the pod, it wrenches free the lid and grabs a small sphere containing what appears to be a fetus of some kind. This is shoved into the responsible hands of Fizz, and with a salute the custodian robot returns to it's final place near the pod. It would now self destruct to convince any pursuers that there were no survivors, and close this dimensional rift.
>>5670732
>8: Pity fuck.
The old custodian observed this small haphazard machine trying to get it's attention, unaware of the impending destruction of this area. It kept returning like some sort of small court pet each time it was set in the bushes. Finally the custodian noticed, it's greeting rock had damaged the thing's shell. Its poor quality shell. Prying the rock out with the utmost care, the lesser robot was carefully repaired. Metal pryed and pulled into place, fused and welded together once more, and even slightly optimized. The Custodian was a bit of a perfectionist, and well, why not enjoy one last go. A cleaning laser burned away old paint and filth off the robot and then with a pat on it's head unit, it was sent away. It would never know the unrequited love expressed it's way, and the ArsonBot, would always have the one who got away...and exploded. Probably because it couldn't handle the stimulation or something.

>>5670733
>65: oh no he was from Norfolk.
The cube like robots looked at him, then one another. 1C...3C...like Limbs, but Cores? He had never seen machines like this, not on Venus, and not on any media he had watched in the long hours sitting inside a broom closet when he still worked for AKSG...before the changes. Sometimes after the changes.

Still, they were pleasant enough., and didn't seem to mind his momentary PTSD induced spree of frantic shooting. After a bit of back and fourth, they gradually came to understand him about as well as any L-series would. While they didn't exactly help, they also were not going to hinder. With a friendly wave and a pat on the back, they left him.
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Back at the Lighthouse, an array of Core series robots kept coming, socketing themselves into the walls like bricks. ["Yeah man, its cool. The dude said we could come."] The tower gradually connected to each of the machines in native fashion. The royal keepers were home and awaited their next duty.

Idle electronic chatter floated between them. ["So get this, they designed the machines from the limb first." ... "So some sort of Leg iterative design?" ... "yeah. freaky."]

Rolled 31, 75 = 106 (2d100)

>>5670744
Woah. Just...

WOAH.

Still processing what just happened, Fizz is, for the first time in her short and pretty insignificant life, speechless. Though the odds were set against them from the beginning, she, Iggy, and that perverted ArsonBot she just noticed had completed their divine quest: the royalty was rescued!

Huh.

Sticking her tongue out in thought, the sprawler gives the orb containing the royalty a few idle pokes. She could almost swear the thing inside was watching her.

Turning to Iggy for aid, Fizz immediately reconsiders when all she gets out of him is a dull stare. You'd think a guy who had kissed so many babes would know a thing or two about handling kids!

Well between the tech dweeb and the sexbot, Fizz ultimately chooses to hold onto the wee prince/princess herself. Maybe it was something in her feminine nature to nurture, perhaps she was goaded on by her own absence of a mother figure and a drive to do better, or maybe she just thought her companions would drop it or try to light it on fire and dryhump the orb.

Whatever her reasons, Fizz watches the silent protector make its way back to the pod. Perhaps, she thinks to herself as it begins to beep and whir, perhaps this is its home...

Home. Funny stuff, that.

Not wanting to bother the robot any further, the girl cradles the orb close to her armored chest and twirls around towards the direction she's pretty sure she and the others came from with renewed vigor!

"QUEST COMPLETE!" She announces as she pokes a triumphant finger skyward to mark the occasion! "Now let's get this tyke back to the WIZARD! C'mon, robot!"

Certain that the bot and Iggy would follow, the girl trots off on her nifty robotic legs towards the beacon of the tower. Surely they'd learn more once they returned!

Rolling to:
>Head back safe
>Try to communicate with THE ROYALTY

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Rolled 79, 48, 2, 1, 58 = 188 (5d100)

>>5670875
>75: Comm
Fizz giggled and jiggled the orb, talking to it, walking along and fully oblivious to the destabilization around them. The orb for its part seemed to actually respond. It wasn't really warmth, no. Vitality almost. It flooded out in comforting pulses, and with it pops and bursts of ideas. Things without shape but full of optimism and hope for now, for the future. Ideas of simply "Good." She knew that it wanted to be "real." more real than it was! It needed a place, a safe place, and it needed custodians, more than machines. It would need so much.
>31: Safety
Heading back safe was not really in the books. This dimensional bridge was collapsing the reality that was, soon to be no more, vacating the space. Left behind, a yawning void. Looking down was an immediate sense of "Below." Not another dimension, no, a space between; its profanity momentarily exposed by the absence of another. Leviathan shapes lurked in there, down there. Swimming as comfortably as an ocean, a million stars...no galaxies. It was teeming with life. The barest fraction of the Jovian bleed...

From that other place, the smallest mote crept through this crack in reality, be it ever shrinking. The mote, it was not friendly, nor kind, nor to be reasoned with. It ripped at the air, but just as easily ripped at the party.
>Attacking: Fiz, Ignaz, and ArsonBot, rolling to see if SG makes it to the party, and if Thingamacrab can deusexmachina once more.
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>>5670741
>90: Intel
The cult learned of the dimensional bridge, of the temporary rift left in it's wake, and of the lighthouse. It told them of these new adventurers, in ways a 2L can: statistics, video replays, probing sensor data, credit scores, and pornographic viewing history. The cult knew uncomfortable truths about these individuals.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5670928
"Hey, back off and get your OWN QUEST!"
Stowing THE ORB into her pocket, Fizz decides to (depending on how much this thing wrecks her shit in the first round):
>STUNSAW THE BEAST'S ARMS OFF!

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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5670928
Hey would you mind? We're very busy with this mysterious orb at the moment, so we don't want whatever it is you're selling, OKAY?

Rolling for:
>crushing the alien's windpipe with AmourBot's new upgraded arm

>>5670928
>pornographic viewing history
So this "Ignaz Bower" is into KISSING HOT BABES, huh... The cult will remember this...

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5670928
This dimension stuff is wild, I thought something just fell from the sky!
ROlling for Ignaz, using the gun.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5671042
>>5671037
>>5670964
Okay, rolls seem very bad. If we all seem to be in danger of dying, Ignaz will try to activate royality to help in some way. Is there an opening in the orb? Can he throw in something? He's still got the Trooper's toe that wouldn't attach to his foot!

>>5670928
>1, 58
SG was not be found, too far away, and busy with his own trials. The Thingamacrab was on point...
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>79 vs 50, 48 vs31 and 2 vs 38. -69, very sexy.
Fizz struck first, apparently hesitant to use what was clearly a very cursed grenade launcher, despite it probably being the better choice for this moment. The stunsaw was batted aside by the interdimensional beast, breaking the beloved weapon. It's unknown claws were hard enough to strike saw blade with no ill effect, but it was enough to distract it for a moment while Ignaz shot the thing at near point blank, and it was not much damage. Using a touch of luck, or maybe fate Ignaz summoned the Thingamacrab. It was apparently shadowing the team all along, like a good robot. Not a shitty robot like some OTHER robots. Leaping majestically at the alien, it fell into the rift. Realizing only one hero could save them, the former ArsonBot deployed it's ultimate attack:

AutoRobotic-Asphyxiation. The much improved AmourBot's extendable hydraulic grasper and began to choke what passed for life from the alien. It wasn't enough, but it did pin the creature and occupied the slashing talons. The alien was thrashing horribly, screeching in some pain at an unseen assailant, only for Ignaz's camera feed to pick up on the Thingamacrab sensor feed. It was in the hellspace, ripping and tearing at the legs of the alien. Just it's legs. Maybe it's gonads. But probably not. Yeah, that was not what was happening.
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Ignaz: Feel free to shoot again, or command the Thingamacrab to escape and come home, or detonate, buying the party time.
AmourBot: Roll for "Full throttle" twice the grippers, twice the choke.
Fizz: Sorry about the saw, Go ahead and shoot that sucker in the head. Or dont. ya know...go with your heart on this one.

1d100 for it all. It is a bit of a boss event. even if the boss was immobilized in rift, and unable to really kill everyone horribly with great ease.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5671064
This is the thingimacrab's moment: detonating!

(also you forgot to add my bonus to my shooting)