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Chronicle looks good. Thank-you for running that :-)

Heh. Well, at the time Omega made their statement, it was (in the words of a famous administrator) "technically correct. The best kind of correct!" ;-)

Day Job - Profession(Vidgamer): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31.

Omega quietly taps pout a short message for the non-Joros.

This could go bad, fast. Would you like to come with us? There is a whole world out there, where there are *no* Joros.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16.

"i Am gLaD tO SeE tHAt YoU mAnAgE tO PuT tHe 'PuN' iN pUnY..."

Ω-CloudChatI.Q.Prime blasts Yellow!

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Electricity/Fire damage.

Still here :-)

Sadly, I cannot beat a 27 on a Bluff/Diplomacy check...

Ignoring the puns, Omega focuses on blasting Green.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Electricity/Fire damage.

"fIrSt jOrO hAs AlREaDy BeEn pRoCeSsEd iNTo oBlIviOn. iF YoU WiSh tO jOiN HiM, fEEl fReE To aTtAcK uS."

Omega shakes their head vehemently, and quietly types out a response.

We are definitely not kidding; we have seen the equipment ourselves. The crazy Joro running the 'clone farm' had the gear all set up to both produce joros, and repurpose existing 'non-joros' into more of them. He was pretty insistent about the fact that he wanted to do it to us, too... but we *permanently* disabused him of the wisdom of that notion.

That said, we cannot exclude the possibility that he had other joros working with him... although I doubt many of them would have the guile to be capable of it.

Ah, the stereotypical disgruntled employee! :-P

I guess we need to kill time until BoThumbs Up opens?

Omega nods, and types out a response.

Agreed. Being in an optimal physical state when possible is definitely desirable.

Oof. That definitely sounds... unique... to put it mildly!

Omega is pleased that their effort, bumbling as it may have been, managed to help them make a new acquaintance at the scrapyard, and they eager agree to meet-up later.

Moving on to the frozen yoghurt bar...

I'm seeing a pattern, here ;-)

From a morbid research-perspective, Omega is fascinated by the strange flavors at the dessert stand, but they cannot help but ask:

i DoN't sUPpoSe YoU hAvE aNy LEss... UnIqUe... fLaVoRs, ThAt MiGhT fUnCtIoN aS a PaLaTe cLEanSEr FoR tHOsE wANtINg a sImPlEr tAsTe?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26.

"tHaT sOUndS WonDErfuL."

Moving over to the scrapyard, Omega willingly, albeit inexpertly, attempts to get the Shobhad to open-up, hoping that actions do indeed speak louder than words...

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18.

...and ends up doing a lot better than they had expected!

Omega looks around the art studio / gallery, glancing over the... well... kitsch style of the joros fairly rapidly, before lingering on the bolder pieces produced by the nuar.

"imPResSiVe. tElL Me, iS yOUr STylE sImpLy YOur oWn, iN WhiCh cAsE, WhaT Is iT tHAt DrIveS aNd InSPirEs yOU? oR aRE You dElIbeRAtelY tRYiNg sOmeTHinG BolD AnD pROvoCAtivE, As a cOUntERpoINt To tHE LocAL 'mAInsTReAm' StYlE oF ThE jOroS, In aN eFfoRt To sHaKe-Up ThE aRt sCEnE, aNd PRovOKe oThEr tRulY OrIgiNAl WorKS? oR Am i rEAdINg tOo MuCh InTo iT?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18.

Omega finds the equipment, then nods to the map, and types out a query.

What do you think? Check out those locations on the map, next?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12.

Not noticing anything dangerous (albeit with a certain level of distrust), Omega gingerly begins to explore the room...

Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27.

...and then reports back to the others.

"The small monitors on the western tank display gene sequences, target vital signs, and monitor the proportions of organic compounds contained inside the vat, while the eastern vat’s monitors rapidly filter through artificially-generated neural codes for memories, skills, temperaments, and other cognitive imprints contained within the stored gas. The target organic compound proportions in the western vat are all identical and indicative of an adult human, while the neural codes in the eastern tank are all nearly identical.

I surmise this is where the joros are 'born'."

With a shake of their head, Omega moves on to the room to the south.

The room to the north that the joro-oozes came out of? After that, the room to the south of the map, and then I think we have 'cleared' this map?

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27.

Omega visibly glitches.

The substance in the injector is a genetic cocktail that would cause the victim to gradually look and act more like a Joro... Irres? Do you feel okay?

If that is it for this room, I guess we move on to the next one?

Omega nods solemnly, waiting for those skilled with devices to handle the situation.

Now that we know stuff happens if we touch things, can we 'Take 20' on that Perception check to 'search carefully'...?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14.

Omega does not notice anything unusual.

Does anyone want to take a look at those devices?

Omega taps out a note.

Even I think this place is twisted, and I am a sub-mind of a greater AI. Converting others into yourself... that is wrong on a number of levels. We should see precisely what else we can uncover.

I, for one, am happy to continue exploring, both in this complex, and the vault in general. After all, exploring the Vault was what we were actually told to do...

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11.

With his weapon temporarily rended non-functional, Omega attempts to introduce the Joro to a future timeline where he is on the verge of death.

Death's Door: 1d10 ⇒ 10 damage, 2 Strength damage; DC 15 Fort for half.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16.

Dodging the goo, Omega strides into the room, and opens fire upon the Joro.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Electricity/Fire damage.

I mean, we have two Mechanics in the party, and a engineering-proficient Soldier; surely *someone* can handle the door ;-)

Omega types out:

Anyone skilled with cunning devices?

Omega peeks around the corner, and tries to blast the next camera over.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Electricity/Fire damage.

Assuming that works, he will then move down the corridor, and attempt to open the door.

Omega tries to turn the repaired camera to scrap.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Electricity/Fire damage.
Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Electricity/Fire damage.

Omega joins the barrage on Blue.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 - 4 = 8, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 Electricity/Fire damage.
Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 = 19, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Electricity/Fire damage.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20.

Omega remains oblivious.

In that case...

Omega withdraws.

Omega steps back, and tries to evaporate the Joro oozes with a cone of super-heated air!

Overheat: 2d8 ⇒ (6, 7) = 13 Fire damage. DC 15 Reflex for half.

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13.

Omega moves forward, and blasts Red.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Electricity/Fire damage.

Omega keeps his plasma gun ready to fire...

Omega is mildly curious about how they would plan to bridge the gap between synthetics and organics, but that moment of hesitation lasts a mere 0.68 seconds.

Should we continue to eliminate the cameras?

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Electricity and Fire damage.

Omega quickly types out an observation.

This Joro, unfortunately, seems both more sane, and more malevolent, than the others...

Omega cautiously moves forward, checking a nearby door.

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16.

If it is not locked, I will open it.

Omega is well and truly used to glitches, and investigates the area with interest.

Omega nods, and types a response.

We should check the alley for any clues that might remain.

With the immediate threat over, Omega goes back to typing their statements.

What are you doing here? Also, did the Joros that attacked you give any indication *why* they did it?

They then turn to the rest of the party.

Perhaps we should check out the scene of the crime for clues...?

Without a clear line of sight, Omega is unwilling to risk mauling the Joros, so Omega moves for a better position.

Honestly, these guys seem practically suicidal!

Omega moves for a clear shot, and fires upon White.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Electricity/Fire damage.

Omega lines up a shot on White.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Electricity/Fire damage.

I appreciate that it is written into the scenario, but saying that *not* healing someone is the equivalent of shooting them yourself (both giving infamy) is ridiculous :-/

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15.
Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10.

Omega dodges the worst of the blast, but doesn't manage to stabilise the injured Joro, despite his best efforts.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16.

I take it that the crowd ignored me?

"iF You lET It sHeLtEr aMonGSt YoU, yOu rUN The RiSk oF BeInG hIt By sTrAy ShOtS fROm WEaPOns."

Non-plussed at both the Robots' attacks, and the crowds intransigence in the face of an urgent plea, Omega moves forward and opens fire upon White.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Electricity/Fire damage.

Omega draws his weapon, and tries to get the Joros to disperse, working on the assumption that a clear and present danger temporarily nullifies the order prohibiting him from speaking.

"wArNinG! tHeSe rOBoTs HavE iNDicATeD hOsTiLe inTEnT! i reCoMMeNd tHAt yOu DiSpeRSe qUicKLy, In An oRDerLy mANnER, To aVOiD HarM."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25.

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11.

Omega continues to remain oblivious.

Omega taps out a question:

Do Joros rarely get sick, per se?

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

Omega isn't quite sure that is how a doctor would normally describe it, but they don't mention it.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14.

Omega continues to be oblivious.