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"Traitor!" Tim stands from his seat, draws his laser pistol, and attempts to add a hole or two to the Orange citizen's head (the one with the grenade).

Hopefully, this will buy Boris time to open a window and get that thing out of here before it goes off. If not...meh, on to clone #3.

"How very odd. This is a transport, not a maintenence bot. I wonder if someone uploaded the wrong program to its memory banks?"

Tim takes another pull off of his Cold Fun and taps his foot in time to the music.

"Still, this in-flight music is good. It's not Teela-O, but it's kind of catchy."

Tim smiles at the camera as it catches him.

GM:

"That's a very manly sounding 'bot. Flying always makes me a little nervous. Time for some relaxation."

Tim pops open a pint of Cold Fun and takes a long pull from it.

"Cluck!"

Tim presents a big, toothy grin in return to the two orange-level citizens.

Tim smiles broadly.

"Such teamwork! Such leadership! This Loyalty Officer is proud! He is also glad he doesn't have to have anything to do with that heavy, complicated looking 'bot."

"Excellent decision, Team Leader, sir!"

Tim smiles, hands outstretched to receive the launcher, or a shell.

"Sorry about the bot there, Tru." *tsk*

Tim falls in line and double-times it along with the rest of the team.

"Thank you, Team Leader, for not putting me in charge of the 'bot. May I carry the rocket launcher and relieve our Equipment Officer of the burden?"

Tim strikes a pose for the camera.

"I'm certain that our recent accident is the cause. Once our Team Leader has handed out the equipment I'm sure I'll have time to freshen up, though I wouldn't if I were saddled with that complicated looking 'bot. I'm certainly happy that the Loyalty Officer's duties don't include bots. Yes, indeedy!"

Tim smiles wide for the camera, looking heroic and loyal.

Tim takes three laser barrels, securing one to his pistol base and holstering it.

"Tru, I don't envy you the task of putting that 'bot together. It looks terribly difficult. I'll happily carry that rocket launcher for you. You'll need your hands free for that enormous instruction manual."

Tim clomps back from around the corner.

"Ah, Team Leader, welcome! I am happy to report that the area appears clear of Commies and other traitors.

Oooh! Equipment!"

Tim moves over to the box and ogles the goods. He seems to have a keen eye on the 'bot and its manual. Seeing the various parts and the size of the manual, he laughs.

"Wow, I don't envy the clone that has to put that thing into working order. That would take forever! Dibs on the rocket launcher! That is a rocket launcher, isn't it?"

GM:

"As Loyalty Officer, I would have to agree with Logan. Causing unhappiness is a clear sign of disloyalty and we can't have that, now can we? I'm going to scout around for potential traitors. Since you've decided not to help, let Tru know the joys of the camera."

Tim moves down the aisle and around the corner, snooping for potential traitors lurking in wait for him and his team.

Tim peers around suspiciously, cutting off another cluck in mid clu-.

"I smell treason. We've lost our team leader and our hygiene officer has been made bloodied and unhygenic, just after an inspection. Coincidence? I think not. Such constant setbacks to our important mission can only be evidence of traitors working to stop our mission before it begins. This will not stand. I suggest we sweep the area for suspicious characters."

GM:

"The computer KNOWS that Horton-R-TPK-2 is unshakably loyal, and of course I was just testing you, as you seem to be gradually consumed by madness. You verbal tics may even be considered treasonous, although I'll let the computer decide that, after all I am only the communications and recording officer."

"AND I take my KEY <makes a fist as if he's grasping something powerfully> position on this team quite seriously"

"As for my my test... my 'not knowing', <he dramatically makes a quotation mark gesture in the air>, I was just testing your rapidly defraying sanity in case you become unable to interpret the loyalty of those around you. Clones in this very team may at this very moment be commiting treasonous acts, while you are making... noises."

Tim smiles. "I do the testing around here, citizen. I am the Loyalty Officer, after all. However, you do make valid points about treason, so perhaps I'll let you off easy this time. Plus, your rear is squeaky clean. Horton-R-TPK is hereby fined 10 credits for mild disloyalty."

Tim blinks.

"cluck"

<Recording with his PDC:>

"Tell me, Tim-R-PRO, how does if feel to hold the key position of happiness officer? The stress, perhaps, is unbearable?"

DM EYES:** spoiler omitted **

Tim snaps his head around to look at Horton, eyes wide, as an even wider smile spreads across his face. He puts his best side forward to the camera.

"Horton-R-TPK, you seem entirely too wrapped up in your documentary to remember that Logan is your Happiness Officer. My post in this extraordinarily important mission is that of Loyalty Officer. It appears that you have fogotten that. Forgetting important details like that is a sign of flagging loyalty, wouldn't you agree? You wouldn't want to appear to be disloyal and uncaring about our mission, would you HORTON-R-TPK?

I might even go so far as to say that your flagging loyalty is making me unhappy and uncomfortably odorous. Doesn't it make you feel bad to know that you're pulling down the morale of the team and costing me 100 credits? I don't want to feel bad; you don't want to feel bad. We should be happy. You should be loyal. A good way to start being loyal would be to stop filming me and get about the important business of helping with the equipment when it arrives."

*pulls out his PDC*

"PDC, please recite our current mission number."

DM:

"PDC, please give me a list of possible friendly corrections for a troubleshooter who neglects to remember who his officers are."

"Cluck!"

Tim checks on the progress of the line, happily ignoring his tasered, pantsless companion...

Christ i was just decanted, how can I be a cesspool? I mean I'm the first one who will admit that Horton habitually forgets to wipe his ass, but he's fresh off the ice. He's never even eaten.

GM EYES:** spoiler omitted **

True, so if they waste their time on squeaky-clean Horton, that gives more time for our equipment officer to get to the front of the line and get ahold of the fun stuff for us...like barrels so we can actually fire lasers for a change.

"cluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluckcluck..."

Tim blinks rapidly, then his eye twitches spasmodically.

"Hygiene Officer, I suggest that the inspection start with Horton. He is currently the center of attention with all that singing and we certainly would not want him to be seen as exemplary of our squad if he is suffering from poor hygiene. That would be a poor show of loyalty and as loyalty officer I simply could not BUH-GAWK! let that stand."

*twitch*

if that number is needed.

"We need to get outfitted for our mission, show the clerk the number."

"Welcome Back Tim...

Tim stands there for a several long seconds, eyes glazed and a rictus grin on his face, then salutes. "Yes, Sir, thank you Team Leader Sir! Tim-R-PRO-2 reporting for duty and assignment, Sir!"

Several more seconds pass...

"BUH-GAWK!" Though the noise comes from Tim, he looks startled and immediately starts peering around the room suspiciously. Seeing nothing unusual, he shrugs and falls into rank and file with the others.

Sorry Tim, I figured it's easier to die and start with a new clone than to be horribly injured and not much use to anyone.

No need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with dying a spectacular death that dozens of people were witness to. That's what clones are for. Besides...

Hopefully the team gives Tim-2 cutsies in the supply line, or we'll never get around to the mission.

"Malfunctioning bot! It needs an immediate power-down and reboot before it injures innocent citizens! Help!"

Tim tries to find something sturdy to hide behind.

Hehehe...you have no idea...

Tim runs like a bat out of hell!

GM:

GM:

Tim staggers to his feet and blinks, looking around. Then he begins to stagger in the direction of the bright Mecca of the outfitter.

For the GM:

Ditto what Logan said (I know I didn't get a point, but the whole thing is still perverse)...the irony is so thick I could cut it with a knife...if I could get a hold of one that isn't above my security clearance.

*turns to Boris* "I AM SOOOOO HAPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.. ..huh...huh...huh..." *the eye-twitching stops and Tim's smile grows more relaxed and confident*

"...to be working with such a fine leader, stalwart companions, and be able to instruct you all on true loyalty to the people and our benevolent leader, sir."

*Tim salutes and moves to stand just behind Boris, at his left hand, ready to follow*

"Tim-R-PRO, Loyalty *twitch* Officer, reporting for duty, sir! I am ready to serve this team in any capacity I can, and to ensure each and every clone's loyalty *twitch* to the Computer! *twitchtwitchtwitch*"

*twitch*

"I'm so happy I could scream."

Tim smiles until it hurts. He appears to have developed a happy twitch in his left eye.

"All hail the Computer!" He cries, saluting the empty spot where the Green officer is no longer standing.

"I really need my laser barrel...it's hard to be loyal without one."

To Boris: "Well, team leader, shall we go get equipped, sir?"

*smile* *twitch*

Tim will hold up his PDC and snap a pic of Bob, Tru, and the pamphlets.
For the DM:

"Keep up the good work, Boris, I've got these other two traitors right where want them. Die, Commies!"

Tim will open fire on the two of them, targeting Bob first, since he's standing and mobile.

Tim stands and shuffles away from the sound of the fight, approximately far enough to stay out of kicking distance. He draws his laser in one hand, holds his PDC in the other and begins taking pictures of the fight with it.

Watching the monitors, Logan-R-RUN-1 says, "Oh, this must be that new reality series I've heard about... Acrobats of OID Sector!" His big smile never falters, but his eyes register worry. "Those people don't seem to be happy. Indeed, they seem to be causing each other pain! They must've fallen and gotten all tangled up. Hmmmph. I don't see what all the hype is about. They're really not all that good."

Logan rummages through his pockets. "Fortunately, I always carry with me things that make me happy," he says with a chuckle. He pulls out a Teela-O Pocket mirror and admires his reflection. "Ah! Now there's someone that looks happy!"

GM only: ** spoiler omitted **

His smile never falters.

GM only:

"Yes, I prefer tried and true entertainment, like Teela; she never fails to make me smile. I don't recall hearing anything about this program...must have missed all the hype while at work. I do love my job!"

Tim will pull out his PDC and tap a few buttons on it.

GM only:

"Greetings, fellow troubleshooters! How are we all this glorious day?"

"Reporting for duty! All hail the Computer!"

<looks around>

"Some call me...Tim? Well, everybody does, actually."