Thank you Riven says Zanbabe, uncharacteristically pleasant.
Hey Red-Shirt! Get me a StarBurger(TM)! They're the best!
She then gets into line behind some strange lady that was biting the person in front of her. It looked fairly intimate, and Zanbabe was frankly uncomfortable that anyone was drinking blood in public. That should be a private affair. Not uncomfortable enough to leave the line though, of course. Who would pass up a chance to get a StarBurger(TM)?
When she gets to the front of the line, she asks for a StarBurger(TM), and information on Borak--perfectly willing to pay for both.
Fours is no doctor, but his symptoms are definitely getting worse and at this point the security officer would be happy with just about any lab. All he needs is a working body scanner, preferably the kind that shows people in their most natural postures. At least then his security background would come into play - Fours knows how to adjust the settings on those things so that nothing else shows but the layer he wants to see. Adjusting the body scanner's settings to locate the nanomachines should be child's play.
But who's he trying to kid, he was winging this all the way, seeing his one brainy idea to the end of the line, I wonder how the others are doing? He'd turned off his com badge shortly before his interview with Hazell. Fours considers turning it back on and checking in but for all he knew they were still on the Angel being blasted into space.
Besides if anyone else heard it they'd be suspicious and for now he had a pretty good cover story for being here. As his thoughts turn, Hazell's curves come up yet again and Fours finds himself wondering how she's doing. Does he dare call her? What if she's discovered he'd infected her? She'll probably kill him. Calling is a bad idea Fours. Find a way out of this first, then call her. When I see her tonight I'll explain everything. She'll understand, right?
Filled with renewed determination the security officer turned spy boldly turns his steps to section 23 and the promise of medical equipment there.
Your ship docks in the internal fighter pad of the ISP Wasp with few problems. Energetic techs swarm out like bees and give your ship a friendly once-over, topping off fluids and making minor repairs to the fuselage.
A friendly and attractive-sounding voice comes over your comm. 'Sir, if you'd like to exit your vehicle, Captain Artivus will be with you shortly. If you'd care to follow the white technician, he will lead to a reception area where refreshments may be served.'
Wow, they sure are friendly in these parts.
Frank goes to the hatch. He dry heaves a few times before opening it. Frank taps the subcutaneous nanochip in the pinna of his ear. Got ya. Good luck Babydoll. He looks back at Rosie. His eyes are drawn, but he pretends nothings wrong. Babydoll's gonna ask for permission to use the ships internal systems to monitor us. If they accept everything should be cool. If not, we may have to kill our way out.
He exits the Crotch Rocket and sees the white series 4000 omnibot hovering at the end of the ramp. He nods to it and follows it through the docking bay airlock. The ship was clean. They may be corrupt, but they were also disciplined.
Walking down the utilitarian corridors gave the sense of a military vessel. However, the reception area was far different. It was a bar filled with companion droids. They really knew how to treat visitors. Frank orders a Flaming Lizard Balls, and a incredibly beautiful blonde drapes herself on him.
I prefer red heads. with that the pleasure model's hair changes color and style. How's this? she asks. Frank grabs her waist. Fine, just fine.
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Throwing the rifle to the side, Jensens falls in behind the rest of the crew. Everyone seems to be heading to the food court, Why's everyone heading there? Won't another security detail be heading this way? Shouldn't we be... Jensens stopped himself. He was over analyzing the situation and most manuals recommend not doing that. Besides, analysis was above his pay grade. His role was to follow their lead, offer suppressive fire in short controlled bursts and ensure the safety of the others. His red shirt in tatters, Jensens gets in line beside Zanbabe. Well not beside, beside. Nearby. Perhaps even behind her in line so as not to look conspicuous. But if he's behind her then that means he's in line and people will be expecting him to order something, then what? Starburgers (TM) were good. Perhaps he'll try and fit in.
Rosie exited the ship onto the International Space Patrol vessel and instantly liked it better. She went to the console by the hatch and plugged herself in to see if there was a way back to the station. Ah, yes, shuttle 12 was headed to the station in 5 minutes from Bay 4. Perfect. She uploaded the schematics and the shuttle schedule in case she missed the first one, and set off for the shuttle area, passing Frank on the way. He looked too busy to want to come along.
Darn. Okay, I'll try to catch the next one she thought.
Zakary comes running into Gorn's place, desperately looking around and wondering why Zanbabe isn't laying into people with her bat already. Oh, there she is. He walked over, and saw that she was near the vent above that smelled of roasting meat byproducts. Ah, that's it he thought. "StarBurgers(TM): Helping people suppress their murderous tendencies since Stardate 000000001." It was good to know that old slogan was still true.
He got into line behind a redshirt. It was a crewmember... what was his name? Jenson? Jenkins? Hmm. Something like that. He was probaby here for a StarBurger(TM). He could sure use a StarBurger(TM) himself. That Borak the Disruptive whatever his name was could make anyone murderously hungry.
Augh. This is taking forever he thought. My mouth is really watering for a StarBurger(TM)!
Despite having no interest in human food, K'kth'ki follows the group into the place that produces "burgers".
I hope they have curry...
No, ignore that! K'kth'ki does not desire curry. That was an empathic reverberation of the desires of the guard from earlier. It happens when a psychic link is interrupted without warning. He glares pointedly at Sampet.
You up there. With the crimson garb. Please order a substantial quantity of water for K'kth'ki.
"Oh um..also I'll order 20 StarBurger(TM) please. And a Starfrappe." Red shirt guy felt the Sempai pressure hard as he ordered enough StarBurgers(TM) for the entire crew.
rejected by a maid...that hurts
The creep factor is high with you, Frank. Have to get out while I can.
I imagine you'll get over it in the midst of your companion droids.
rejected by a maid...that hurtsThe creep factor is high with you, Frank. Have to get out while I can.
I imagine you'll get over it in the midst of your companion droids.
Mrs Clempp comes onto the deck with here Tea and Biscuit try.
"Anyone want a cuppa?"
'Hey Lucian.
Lord Borak the Despoiler is my chosen Right Hand of Doom. I have gifted him with eternal life and his only drive is to sow pain and suffering upon the living, making ready the way until I may return in glory to rule over the hellfire that will be all creation.I look forward to meeting you quite soon.'
Lucian sends a couple of responses back to friends and acquaintances before coming across Nekron's reply. The hair on the back of his neck begins to stand up - but that just may be the fever that's been plaguing him worse and worse since he woke up. He walks over to Zakary, really not reading the room properly.
"Um, sir... Does this mean anything to you...?" He shows the navcomm with Nekron's response.
Lucian, why in the world would you accept a friend request from Nekron the Dork Lord? What a troll. I'd just block him, if I were you. Do you realize that he runs an Anti-StarBurger(TM) group on TweetFace? I mean... he's truly insane, and wants to destroy everything that makes us a community. Don't listen to his lies, son.
Lucian, why in the world would you accept a friend request from Nekron the Dork Lord? What a troll. I'd just block him, if I were you. Do you realize that he runs an Anti-StarBurger(TM) group on TweetFace? I mean... he's truly insane, and wants to destroy everything that makes us a community. Don't listen to his lies, son.
"Why would I add him?? It's... it's a DM..." Lucian shakes his head, marveling at the technical know-how (or lack thereof) of the older generation.
He begins scrolling through Nekron's profile, wondering if there's any relevant information he could discover.
Err... what's a DM? asks Zakary, apparently a member of the older generation. Of course, Redshirts didn't live long, so they were always young.
"Anyone want a cuppa?"
(Several random crewmembers accept the offer, and start drinking on the job.)
Undistracted by the allure of StarBurgers or other such carbon-based needs, the networked crew of HelpBots stampedes into Gorn's shop.
"ATTENTION CARBON-BASED LIFEFORMS AND OTHERS" announce all of the HelpBots in unison, forming an eerily chipper choral effect. "THIS AREA HAS BEEN EXPOSED TO A DANGEROUS NANOVIRUS. THOSE WHO LEAVE NOW WILL REMAIN UNINFECTED. THE PROPRIETOR KNOWN AS GORN MUST STAY." The Helpbots uniformly unload their assorted dense-tree-and-undergrowth-removal tools, a series of saws, axes, and in Mk I's case, a small flamethrower - for emphasis, of course.
Of course, given that the reptiloids installed the flamethrower, of course it isn't structurally sound. Mk I tips over and ruins what would have been, all in all, a fairly intimidating tableau. It begins it's trademark hum until Mk V nudges it back upright.
(Several random crew members accept the offer, and start drinking on the job.)
Hands around biscuits, chocolate hobnobs.
Drakul winds between peoples' legs, eating the discarded Starburger wrappers as they go. Presented with food, the reptiloid is uncharacteristically silent, and thus able to hear what people around him are saying.
Trask, being slower and less ferocious on the topic of food than Drakul, is only able to find an abandoned food tray to chew on. His teeth are barely able to dent the plastic.
The sound of teeth on plastic is off-putting. People move away from the pathetic, hungry reptiloid.
With AA otherwise occupied, Moves in Shadows continues to look for files :
[dice="Ace"!]d6[/dice] = 8
So that's two Successes, for a total of 4/4 rolls to find important files.
What'd I find? Huh? Huh?
Able watches the networked HelpBots with a bemused look on his face. "That is certainly not going to end well," he says unconcernedly around a mouthful of StarBurger. He opens up a diag screen on Mk I and tries to see whether there's any improvements he can make to the networked S.H.I.EL.D. protocols.
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"Oh um..also I'll order 20 StarBurger(TM) please. And a Starfrappe." Red shirt guy felt the Sempai pressure hard as he ordered enough StarBurgers(TM) for the entire crew.
For all that can be said about it, The Tartarus Incident was also lucrative, so you have enough on your credstick to splurge, especially in the name of saving your hide.
As Gorn and several uncomfortably attractive serving persons fill the order, Gorn himself carries the try upon which towers the order. "Suzy, take over for me," the big man grunts as he carries the tray to an empty table.
For RSG, and any of the party that care to follow the offered grub, Gorn sets the order down, not in the least winded by the excertion.
That done, and the party crowding around him, Gorn mutters, "Yeah, Borak seems pretty popular today. Look, last I heard a bunch of his lackeys were around the cargo bay, alright? You need something from that dirtbag, you go over there and leave my customers alone.
And take your fragging toy-bots with you. They were kinda funny so I'll not destroy all of them right now, but I do my own marketing stunts, yeah?
Oh, one more thing. There's this girl. Her name's Denise. Sweet girl, big rack, but kinda distracted, y'know? She was asking about him earlier, but I know she ain't been seen around the dock, so just, just keep an eye for her, okay?
Enjoy your day," he mutters and goes back to his serving place
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[dice=Hacking]d6
[dice="Ace"!]d6 = 8
So that's two Successes, for a total of 4/4 rolls to find important files.
What'd I find? Huh? Huh?
You manage to find a file for a rather expensive purchase that's just called "Ion Pills".
The odd things is that it's in the same order as what is obviously the nanovirus.
It's purpose isn't immediately clear, but it seems significant.
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Frank, the seductive and sensuous pleasure bot strokes your chin with the softness of a feather and the subtlety of a shotgun.
"We are pleased to have you on board, master. Lt. Tenean will be along shortly to debrief you and take a statement as to your intention. It is recommended that you lead with your best. If he likes what you here Captain Arvitus will follow."
She smiles a cat's grin.
"However, he can be delayed, if you'd rather...unwind?"
Her soft fingers start walking down your chest with determination and purpose.
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Rosie, as a passenger, even artificial, on the recently docked ship, you are politely informed that you need to remain aboard until a decision is made with regard to your human user.
You know that if things go poorly, you will probably be disintegrated without so much as a trial, AI rights often being...ambiguous.
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Lucian, why in the world would you accept a friend request from Nekron the Dork Lord? What a troll. I'd just block him, if I were you. Do you realize that he runs an Anti-StarBurger(TM) group on TweetFace? I mean... he's truly insane, and wants to destroy everything that makes us a community. Don't listen to his lies, son."Why would I add him?? It's... it's a DM..." Lucian shakes his head, marveling at the technical know-how (or lack thereof) of the older generation.
He begins scrolling through Nekron's profile, wondering if there's any relevant information he could discover.
[dice=Gather Information]1d6
[dice=Gather Information ace]1d6
Your public inquiries do indeed verify much of what Zack said. He's apparently very involved in many things, very little of it to positive effect.
He's never been seen in public, is apparently either very rich, very well connected, or both, and he maintains that he's some kind of evil lord of the underworld.
The general consensus is that it's best to stay under his radar. People or organizations that he turns his attention to usually have something bad, sometimes something quite bad, happen to them.
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Able watches the networked HelpBots with a bemused look on his face. "That is certainly not going to end well," he says unconcernedly around a mouthful of StarBurger. He opens up a diag screen on Mk I and tries to see whether there's any improvements he can make to the networked S.H.I.EL.D. protocols.
[dice=Boost the AI]1d6
[dice=Boost Ace]1d6
For the next two rolls made by a helpbot, they can take +1. (This is not +1 twice for each helpbot, this is +1 on two rolls, either made by different helpbots, or the same one.)
Frank, the seductive and sensuous pleasure bot strokes your chin with the softness of a feather and the subtlety of a shotgun.
"We are pleased to have you on board, master. Lt. Tenean will be along shortly to debrief you and take a statement as to your intention. It is recommended that you lead with your best. If he likes what you here Captain Arvitus will follow."
She smiles a cat's grin.
"However, he can be delayed, if you'd rather...unwind?"
Her soft fingers start walking down your chest with determination and purpose.
Frank closes his eyes and enjoys the droid's attention, and with a forceful urge, he wetly sneezes in it's face. Not the bodily fluids you were expecting. he says with a laugh at the sight of her shiny face. But seriously sweetpea, I'm dying to see Lt. Tenean ASAP.
Rosie turns her external fuctions off and waits to be disintegrated.
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Frank, the fembot looks startled for a moment, but the charade of enjoying herself starts to reassert itself...
until her eyes go wide in a universal and almost uncannily human look of shock.
A moment passes, then all the other droids disappear into hidden alcoves, apparently swallowed by the furniture. The deadly-curved redhead holds you still with machine-like strength.
"*bzzzzzz* WARNING! YOU WILL REMAIN MOTIONLESS! WARNING! YOU WILL REMAIN MOTIONLESS!" she blares into your face as the rest of her body begins to quiver and spark.
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A full minute passes, the soft lighting of the rec room gradually replaced by lighting that, to your eyes, looks purple, but you know that it's probably a mixture of infrared and ultraviolet lighting.
The big screen trideo behind the bar lights up with the giant face of the ship's captain.
"Alright, son. You've got my attention. Killing a fem bot usually won't make me put my pants on, but you see so few nanoviruses these days that this is a worthy event.
Kid, you got about ten seconds before I turn that room into a crematorium. Go."
Trask, being slower and less ferocious on the topic of food than Drakul, is only able to find an abandoned food tray to chew on. His teeth are barely able to dent the plastic.
(One of the food service employees, feeling sorry for the creature, slips Trask some stale StarBurger(TM)s, and several donuts that don't look moldy... yet.)
Zanbabe heads for the cargo bay.
Zakary heads for the cargo bay.
Hazell finishes her snack, surprised that the customer in front of her never tried to run away, and heads for the cargo bay.
A full minute passes, the soft lighting of the rec room gradually replaced by lighting that, to your eyes, looks purple, but you know that it's probably a mixture of infrared and ultraviolet lighting.
The big screen trideo behind the bar lights up with the giant face of the ship's captain.
"Alright, son. You've got my attention. Killing a fem bot usually won't make me put my pants on, but you see so few nanoviruses these days that this is a worthy event.
Kid, you got about ten seconds before I turn that room into a crematorium. Go."
Frank smirks at Arvitus. Well, first I have the cred chip with your share of the Tartarus heist. before reaching into his pocket for the chip, he says, May I?
He pulls the small cred chip from his pocket and tosses it onto the bar. One hundred million creds as agreed upon. Second, based on your reaction, I see Borak never told you about what was actually stolen. I'll give you three guesses. he pauses and takes a drink of his Flaming Lizard Balls and winces as it burns its way down. Here's the thing, He used the Alpha Omega on the Doomed Angel's ship and crew. I assume to see how well it works and to eliminate any accomplices. As your team was involved...well, you probably won't be getting home for the holidays.
Frank squirms a little to try and get more comfortable under the steely grip of the sexbot. No need to thank me for warning you. In fact, I have a plan to not only get Borak back, but the means to roll the red carpet to Borak's vault. That's a lot of creds for the police widows and orphans fund.
Frank turns to the vid screen. Or you can kill me, and see just how bad your day is going to get without me.
Trask, being slower and less ferocious on the topic of food than Drakul, is only able to find an abandoned food tray to chew on. His teeth are barely able to dent the plastic.(One of the food service employees, feeling sorry for the creature, slips Trask some stale StarBurger(TM)s, and several donuts that don't look moldy... yet.)
Drakul, seeing that Trask has something that Drakul doesn't, attacks Drakul, who nearly immediately gives up all the donuts except one that had slid under the tray during the scuffle, and a few of the wrappers that were too shredded post-fight to interest Drakul. Upon finding the rogue donut, Trask shoves the entire thing into his mouth, and scurries, almost choking, behind the rest of the crew on their way to the cargo bay.
Babydoll was monitoring the situation from the Crotch Rocket. Her investment was in trouble, and she still needed the carbon based life form to further her ambitions. Running a probability calculation, Babydoll sees only a 2.3681234% chance that they will not use the incinerators for fear that the cred chip is real. Still within the ship's systems, she plans to rework the bar emitters to produce an EMP instead. A 96.549321% chance is calculated to knock out the sexbot and disable internal sensors.
Fours footsteps echo hollowly down the rows of counters in Lab 23.
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When SO 4-44 enters the facility, he's greeted by a remarkably...white... area. White-clad scientists walk around white halls with white equipment. UV emitters dots the hallways as white-uniformed security squads march up and down the halls.
It seems that as soon as he enters a man with a white beard and a white coat is shaking his hand. "Ah! So good of you to come at such short notice. It seems that it's finally arrived! Come, come into my office, we can talk more there."
No fewer than three heavily armed secsquads are marching by, and you go along, biding your time. This place must have some medical equipment, right?
"Here, here, please, sit down," the old man says. "Here, look, look, we've got a sample, and they say, THEY SAY, that they'll fund our research if we can give them something. Oh jublous day! Here, here, look, look, here's the file. Could you give it a brief look?
Tell me, tell me, what do you think we can do?"
You're given a datapad with a file open to SCP-682. It seems that the research station has been given a sample of this creature, and are looking for a way to kill it.
As such, all attempts have failed, but everything is documented.
The virus is making it difficult to assimilate so much knowledge.
(Everyone misses Fours)
Jensens barely has time to wipe the ketchup from his cheek before the crew are on the move again. Picking up what remains of his Starburger(TM) and grabbing an extra one to go, Man these are good! the security officer double times it behind Zanbabe and Zackary. Unfortunately, Jensens' attempt to eat and double time turn catastrophic when his second Starburger(TM) falls apart in his hands before he gets his jaws around it. Condiments spill over his face and shirt creating a horrific mess.
Red shirt guy sighs in relief knowing his death has not yet come. The crew grabs his burgers up as they get the information from Gorn. Sweat drips off RSG which may be in part due to his prior nervousness or the nanovirus ripping him apart from the inside. Still he gets up with a groan and follows the group toward the cargo bay...they will likely need him to die tragically for them.
Riven reactivates his cloaking mode and sticks around watching Gorn to see if he makes any calls after they leave.