The stairway is dim, but fairly solid. The ancient Murkins were excellent builders. The first stairs are covered in charred spidergoat husks, some fresh, some old. As Coca walks up the stairs, he hears a screeching whine from above. A rusty spider moves down from the second floor landing. It blares a garbled static-filled warning message:
Warning! Treaspassers will gndksabdlfbs! I repeat, this is a restricted area! Emergency or maintenence use onadhgaieuvb! Failure to skdhfsdg will ldjsoewj!
The spider is about three feet across, and bristles with all sorts of sensors. Some ancient joker painted a smiley face on it's front sensor pod.
Chiro yells: "We are emergency maintenance users! Let us pass!"
Eva searches her memory of the data on the datajack for any clues from the past recording that would help to idnetify a code, if nothing she looks for the spider's memory unity and will attempt to it.
Eva searches her memory of the data on the datajack for any clues from the past recording that would help to idnetify a code, if nothing she looks for the spider's memory unity and will attempt to it.
E.V.A.:
Recorder: LOL, stoopid spidder
Friend 1: Yah, ol' spidey got us quick dat time der
Friend 2: whatchu gunna do?
Recorder: I wished I had one a dem pirate janitor cards like Lexxy does. She smokes up on de landins alla time an' spidey don't mess wit her nohow.
The robot drones sensory pod (at the front) most likely holds the memory and CPU of the unit.
I sugesst we search the building for an ID card some more before we take this thing on....
"Sounds good to me. I don't really fancy being gndksabdlfbs-ed anyway."
Sherman chuckles at Roaches comment nods in agreement as he pulls a long tug on his joint and backs away from the spider.
"Hmmm maintenance or emergency type cards? I shall check the front desk area again. Maybe someone left one behind. What do these cards look like?"
Chiro searches the ground floor after the spider is evaded. It keeps shrilling out its warning even after they leave.
No trespassing! This is a Level Alpha restricted area! Dfhgerts fgerstf!
Chiro:
Chiro will use his amazing groundskeeper skills and try and "rake" the remains from the foot of the stairs without putting his precious hide in harms way.
"That went well," Germain Chirps, an insane sort of grin on her face, "too bad we don't have any high explosives."
Germain glances around at her silent companions.
"Nothing huh?" she walks around the ground floor looking at all the dead spidergoats, kicking a few stones, before turning back to her companions, "well we need to either take that Mo-Fu out or distract him . . . maybe he's got parameters? Maybe you could do a fly around Chiro? Perhaps he's stuck watching the stairs and elevator and isn't programed to watch the sky. I whatever watched for jet packs would probably been on the now non-existent roof right?"
Chiro will use his amazing groundskeeper skills and try and "rake" the remains from the foot of the stairs without putting his precious hide in harms way.
Chiro pokes a bit, and manages to get the skeleton free. It has a ragged suit of soiled clothing on.
Spot +10
No trespassing! This is a Level Alpha restricted area! Dfhgerts fgerstf!
"Da I used to run wid a brethen called Dfhgerts Fgerstf, back in the home land."
Sherman helps Chiro search the remains.
Spot: +7 (+0 Wis, +7 Ranks) to give Chiro an aid other (1d20+7=15)
Germain glances over to see what the men folk are up too:
That spot check swells to an even 30 if she's looking at a human.
While pulling the skeleton out, a moldy leather strap is revealed.
The voice of the spider can still be heard from above
Urban Security Forces have been notified! Intruders! Leave or sdghfs welifdlla!
Germain glances over to see what the men folk are up too:
That spot check swells to an even 30 if she's looking at a human.
Germain:
"I bet slim here was an army man," Germain says as they pull out the body.
The security spider is still blaring out garbled warnings, but seems disinclined to come to the ground floor
Bump!
"Let me check out the pack - just in case it's full of spiders or poison mold or somethin'. And let's do it out of the firing lane of the robo-spider up top."
"Cool, you found a backpack! I hope there is some ancient relics we can learn about the past from inside. Oh, and loot."
Germain rolls her eyes. As if any human history would be valuable to these xy freaks. It was a known fact that men couldn't learn from their mistakes. Besides history was stupid, she hated being forced to learn about the stupid male history in citizenship classes, but Germain had to admit that it had taught her about how the inferior male mind worked.
. . . and knowing is half the battle. G.I. Jane!
The skeleton has two gold pieces in its pockets. A Glock .22 is in a holster on its bony waist. There are two clips with 15 bullets in them.
The backpack is filled with odds and ends, looks like salvaged electronics and copper bits. There is a keychain with several plastic cards attached in the front breast pocket of the skeleton's shirt.
"Hmmm, gold to Roach and Cocoa, gun... you want that Germain or Sherman? Electronics and bits to Eva, and the cards to the most human looking....which would not be me, thank goodness!"
Chiro gives another patented grin of doom as he flexes his wings.
The guardian spider drones on from the above landing.
Attention vandals! Elements of the Sunderland Urban fgjhtues are currently Julldgsf crt position. Surrender and lay down any hsfgfwf in your jdkwiubv!
"Bah! I'll put some hsfgfwf in his jdkwiubv. G@+%*$n piece of machinery."
Germain snatches up the key cards.
"Maybe we should get out of here," Germain says, "before this mechanical bug decides to blast us."
Not too good :(
Chiro waggles his ears.
Sherman shakes his head when the gun is offered around, patting his own weapons, "Nah thanks mon, got me boom brethan here,"
He laughs silently, his shoulders heaving up and down at Roaches comment, "Ye a funny Rasta,"
"So sista, ye goin up da stairs to show the Babylon da card?" he asks Germain
Roach:
Chiro:
"Say EVA, whats the size of a house and clanks around on metal feet?"
Chiro will motion to everyone to be on alert for "something bad" on the way, then sneak over to the outside door to have a look-see.
"Say EVA, whats the size of a house and clanks around on metal feet?"
Chiro will motion to everyone to be on alert for "something bad" on the way, then sneak over to the outside door to have a look-see.
Chiro squints outside into the sunshine. A rusty eight-foot tall robotic form approaches the ruined building. Shaped like a beetle with spindly chicken legs, the robot sports two long arms and a sensor pod at the top crest of its shell. Faded markings on the robot read something in Ancient Anglish
Spot DC 20:
The robot is approaching the front door.
"This cannot possibly be good. Anyone bring a rocket launcher? One they didn't show me yet?"
Eva looks to see if there is a scan bar on the ID card, and a scanner on the giant robot, she looks for a way to interact with it, she humms up her static field of blue arcing energy to deflect and incoming nasties
Eva looks to see if there is a scan bar on the ID card, and a scanner on the giant robot, she looks for a way to interact with it, she humms up her static field of blue arcing energy to deflect and incoming nasties
DC 15 knowledge (robotics or technology)
DC 20:
DC 25:
"So there's something outside, something upstairs, have we checked the elevator shaft yet? Maybe there's something downstairs?"
Germain moves toward the elevator shaft and tried to use shadows and cover to do so:
Eva approaches the robot with the security card she holds it in front of her and states, "presenting card for ID scan" she feels safe having her static field protecting her