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Completely ignoring the two allied meatbags, 2BR considers his options. A crack in his bioreactor is leaking radioactive goop into places where the radioactive goop is not supposed to leak, even with Muffet's patch job. Other than that, he's spinning hot. Extremely hot.
Hot enough to make mincemeat out of everything in front of him. 2BR activates his immovable buckler for support, and brings out the stolen mech cannon.
> Your assistance is greatly appreciated Dexter.
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//$#!7 8@!!$ @$$ too soon! too soon!
C:/>break
'break' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
//override! override!
C:/>kill
'kill' is not recognized as an internal or external command,
operable program or batch file.
C:/>^C
EOFError
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As Dexter has a moment with Retzack, 2BR absolutely lays waste to the distracted guards. It is horrifying and messy, and was cut out of the film to remove the NC-17 rating, so I can't go into too much detail.
The way forward is clear, although warning alarms ring in the air from the explosion down the hallway.
In the distance through smoke and gore you see a small figure emerge from a broken cell. She grunts in pain and collapses to the ground.
What do you all do?
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Sona, you manage to terminate the kill switch before it can deliver a fatal blow. However, the sensors suggest that whoever is wearing the collar still took a healthy blast and has fallen unconscious.
Rudimentary defensive protocols in the collar begin whirring up, realizing that there is some interference in the system.
What do you do?
That's... pretty specific Dexter rights himself Yeah... not sure I'm comfortable with that he says, before standing fully , and taking pity on the Vampire, he wasn't the only one with a painful past. Listen, when this is over, if you want to talk... about anything, just... I'll be on the ship
he goes around the corner, just in time to watch 2BR reduce the guards to gelatin. Note to self, don't f++@ with the murderbot. then she stumbles out from the cell, I rush to her before anything else happens. Kneeling beside her, a carefully examine the collar, seeing if I can safely remove it.
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The goblin girl is your target. The collar is fitted with a secondary mechanic kill-switch. An attempt to physically remove the collar would be dangerous.
2BR's salvo miraculously avoided damage to the main control panel for the detention area. You could relatively easily free all of the captives if you desired.
You notice that one of the control lights in blinking in an unusual and unmistakeable pattern. This is an ancient nautical code. S ... O ... N ... A.
The code repeats.
What do you do?
Okay, if I survive this one, gonna have some interesting stuff to tell Charlotte Dexter thinks, fiddling with the collar. his working hand quickly flies to his comm, and hits the on before going back to examining the collar. Sona, my goddess on high No harm in a little flirtatious banter, might help the ice queen loosen up. I see you already are in the prisoner containment facility. could you try to countermand the kill switch, i'll do my best to protect her while you do.
with that, Dexter quickly finds the electrical nodes for the kill switch, placing himself as the path of least resistance between them. even if the kill switch is activated, it won't hurt the girl.
Over the ship comms you hear a voice familiar to Dexter. Welcome! We've arrived at our destination. I can't wait to introduce you to my comrades!
Emergency bulkheads begin slamming shut throughout the ship.
What do you do?
Your comms buzz to life, but the message is garbled by some sort of interference.
Mateys, [static] Sixes on [static] double! We be [static] hornet's nest! Time [static]
The comms cut out.
What do you do?
about to wrench the collar off, and activate the fail-safe, Dexter has a flash of thought The control panel, bright-spark, try the control panel. If you keep on this course, you'll get yourself killed. he frees his hands, before going over to the panel and frees the prisoners.
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> Sona, requesting guidance. Bulkheads should pose no issue to traversing ship, but destination is unclear.
> Please advise
It had been months, almost a year since He had last seen Quibbick. the two had met in one of Grellick's establishments. she had already been a few drinks in when he sat next to her. He had intended for it to simply be a one-night thing, but instead of going from talking to more physical activities, they had simply kept talking, comiserating about working for a sociopath mostly. she and he had met a few times after that, she had become almost a friend. when he heard she might be in trouble, he had volunteered for the undercover assignment to rescue her. How has she changed since our last late-night talk?
Teleporting Bastard Dexter says Okay, so we have two issues. the prisoners, and the Heirophant. We cna't leave the prisoners alone, they'll get killed, or worse. but if we don't deal with the Heirophant, they're liable to blast the station out of Orbit. Anyone got a plan? Dexter asks desperately thinking. then he remembers Retzack, alone in the corner and terrified, and realizes what he needs to do.
Dexter Calls Retzack over from the prisoners, and pulls out Mr. Stabby, then draws him across his forearm, before offering it (His arm) to Retzy Drink up, I need you competent.
Sona logs out, hoping to find her body and Corporal Thorne safe and ready to facilitate the extraction.
> With enough data backup, I can give the Heirophant a bigger problem than the station to deal with.
> The best defense is an indiscriminately destructive offense
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Retzack, never one to need to be asked twice, drifts over to the dripping forearm. He grips it in both hands and brings it to his mouth, drinking greedily of the rich, red drink of life.
Only that he is not yet giving in to the Hunger allows him to withdraw before the man goes unconscious.
Standing straighter, Retzack licks his fingers and straightens his cuff-links. "Your cholesterol is high. And you're allergic to wheat, but not much. Also stop drinking vodka and switch to bourbon, you'll thank me for it."
Retzack straightens his robs and follows on BRBR's statement. "I fully concur, young, sweet, beautiful Bunker Buster. If you can but get me over there...I'll kill them all."
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"Hence, if one can but lead me to the bridge, I shall reap such a feast as to make yon Brbr's latest spectacle appear as a pleasant wine-soaked picnic amidst a field of sun drenched daisies. Then this ship shall be in little situation to blast anybody's anything. Hell, I might even cow enough for us to crew it and take it as a prize ship, if I'm feeling merciful."
Retzack has no idea if he can do any of these things, but fresh blood always made him boastful, and he'd recently been cowed, so he felt some bluster was called for.
2BR nods at the exposition goblin, then marches towards the nearest sealed bulkhead and
Slides it back open. The locking mechanism looks on in horror and awe.
Sounds good. I'll get these guys out of here. Dexter says, watching the prisoners shamble out of their cells, he kneels beside Quibick. He can't afford to carry her, not deep in enemy turf like this, so plan B. He reaches into his FTS bag, and pulls out a syringe, filled with high dose caffine, synthetic adrenalin, asprin, and the equivalent of a hearty lumberjack breakfast. common on university campuses (The perfect solution to an early class after a night of partying) it is dubbed the "Deluxe Alarm". oe injection should get Quibbick on her feet
as he puts the empty syringe back into his bag, his fingers brush across a little device he forgot he had.
Bunker, before you leave, A little present for you. He pulls the device out of his bag, and tosses it to him. Place it down, hit the timer, and in thirty seconds, it will turn 1 gram of whatever it's touching into antimatter. Use it on one of the rooms we don't want them to retake.
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> This 0ne recommends all Sixes crew fix on this signal and draw a line of regress.
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As the strange man hands the techno-explosive to the robot, Retzack stands still. He takes pause from Reality. He's never really bothered to consider, or even look at, the Android. Such things hardly factored into his equations. But now, facing the coming campaign, his gaze is allowed to traverse the combat chassis. Starting from the gate-crashing toes and up, past the bullet-resistant knees, to the hyper-reflexive waist and the damage-resistant torso, to the all-seeing head.
And he feels...safe?
He takes out his comm and replies in kind. His fingers type out the text message with speed that is anachronistic to his fancy white cuff-links.
>>>Do not recommend consolidation for fear of my safety. I sense...my run of bad luck has turned.
But if you fear for yourself, rather, than please speak plainly. But if I...-we-...do not take the bridge, is this ship not still the greatest danger?<<<
Dexter pulls Quibbick to her feet, and turns to examine the other prisoners It's okay, you're safe now.Follow me, and I'll get you to the escape ship while my allies cover our retreat he tries to be comforting. assuming any of the guards weapons survived 2BR's barrage, he will tell them to arm themselves, on the off chance we encounter hostiles. he also quietly hands Quibbick his pistol, and whispers If I get overwhelmed, I need you to get these people out of here. Go down this hall, two rights, a left, and then use the third elevator to the the fire-control deck. from there, go down the hall, and three lefts, and you'll find where Sona is. She'll get you to the sixes.
>En Route to you, with a few refugees. anything you could do to clear my way is appreciated Dexter sends back to Sona, and then calls up Captain Buccanero's com, texting rather than trying to talk through the interference >Coming to you, have a few rescued prisoners with me. be advised. he ties to mimic formality, but isn't especially good at that
> Come along blood sucker. We have squishy people to... squishy. Whatever. Actually, you go first.
Dexter, you begin leading the escaped prisoners towards the Sixes. Near you one of the prisoners kneels in pain from his shock collars, but you manager to drag him along. Please roll to see if you find what you seek.
Sona, although you have logged out, the ship schematic remains fresh in your mind. You can move directly towards the Sixes, or move to intercept Dexter. What do you do?
Retzack and 2BR, as you move towards the bridge, the emergency lights seem to dim. 2BR, your audio receptors very clearly pick up soft laughter that doesn't seem to be localized. Retzack, you hear no laughter, only sharp cries of pain of a familiar voice. It is certainly Dexter. You soon find yourself at a turbolift shaft that you believe will lead onto the bridge. What do you do?
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When Sona comes to, she finds the Corporal and Yaelin sitting together on one of the consoles. For some reason the gynoid doesn't care to place, the two of them hush each other and descend into a fit of giggles. The medic, Sona understood, was unpredictable of mood and prone to distraction, but A'gatha wasn't the sort for lounging and giggling on the job. As if seeing Sona for the first time, Corporal A'gatha hops off the terminal, stumbles, and tugs at the belts and buttons holding her armored jumpsuit together. "Ah, there was a touch of violence w-with the prisoners once the ship started... uh... once the self destruct alarm sounded. Yaelin was just helping me with... a gash."
Yaelin's giggling intensified.
With the flick of her wrist, Sona produced her paralytic truncheon. “We move to intercept the rescue team and aid their regress. If you cannot take that task seriously, maybe you should return to the ship with the children.”
A’gatha clicks her heels and straightens her posture. “Sir, no sir.”
Yaelin hops down, headed for the ship with the swaying gait of a sailor on shore leave. “I’ll get the med bay ready for the Dumb One, Fuhrer.”
Sona and A’gatha march together through the corridors toward Dexter and the prisoner, Sona sporting a small black square sharpied just under her nose.
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"Shh, did you here that?" Retzack says to BunkR, stopping and listening. "It sounds...it sounds like our good friend Dexter, the man that has been by our side and loyally faced many perils with us, is now in pain, as if he split from us, and was quickly captured and is now being tortured terribly, his screams the only sound he can make begging for immediate help...
...ah, well, too bad I'm a cold-hearted bastard. This shaft goes the bridge, right?."
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"Our squishy meat-based compatriot is marginally more durable than other, squishier meat-based compatriots. Let us proceed"
2BR and Retzack, the door to the elevator shaft opens without you having to press the button.
A small girl's voice rings out. Come in! You hear heavy footsteps behind you and see three assault androids approaching at high speed. They begin firing at you as they close distance.
What do you do?
As with most problems, 2BR deals with the approaching targets by tearing a chunk out of the nearest bulkhead:
And using it for cover.