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![]() Quonx reaches a free hand to her console to try and hack the logic centers of the robots - specifically to swap their active protocol for pets with their protocol for top-level operators. Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 She grimaces at the possibility of doing violence to such smiling and potentially research-worthy robot friends, but reaches another free hand to her rifle. ![]()
![]() Ahh, luggage robots. Robot can you hear me? Are you for luggage? Quonx whips out her hacking console in order to identify robotics, and scan for any other local weaponry, or anything out of the usual reality parameters. Basically traps. Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
She keeps one hand on the laser rifle. ![]()
![]() If possible, Quonx sets the language to Common (failing that Vesk) and the voice option to add to the call Gazigaz, Nako and Dakoyo via their armor suits. If it's limited to her console, then Quonx taps its speaker and says, Hello, friendly door! Open up! Regardless, she does this while walking at a brisk pace to join the other three on the Empyrean (If she can attempt to cross over this turn she will, she is eager to see this high-end tech up close). ![]()
![]() Quonx hums a catchy little breakbeat to herself. Hackin' tha door hackin tha door, baaaa boo bunununu naww naawww Quonx scans the door to ensure that no sentient beings will be harmed in the making of this door hack, and if nobody's at risk she then attempts to hack that door. Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
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![]() I'm not sure how much posting is too much. Kevin might have mentioned that I've got a bit that I'm doing offline for the next few weeks. If I'm showing up a bit too erratically I'm entirely down to try checking in at set times or playing it in whatever fashion functions best. So far it hasn't kept me from checking in, but I wanted to throw it out there. Also same comment as Kevin, this is my first forum RP. If there's anything that needs improving I am 100% open to feedback. ![]()
![]() Quonx gears up to go across the tether, then spins in one of the bridge's spinny chairs. Happy to go, you know. But should I stay and continue to research, er protect the Clutch? I could keep it very safe. Quonx does a quick scan to see if she can disable the weapons on the Emerald Empyrean, if she can get any visuals or readings on Nakonechkin and the other lifeforms, and if there's any sort of manifest for delicious new snackfoods in any of the holds and/or galley. Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 (and if it needs separate checks)
Quonx scratches her chin ponderously as she looks over the readings. ![]()
![]() Quonx screams awake at the sound of her name, having binged herself into a short-lived food coma after finding a special store of purple Crab Nebula Curry. With one hand she glugs the last bits from the tripleseal container. With another she sprays a specialized mixture meant to de-glop her eyes after just such a new food binge. With the others she preps her engineering and hack kits. "Oh yes, oh sure. Of course!" Not bothering to look for a console, Quonx hacks the datafeeds for the ship. What sorts of manifests for crew and cargo, what's it's name? And, of course, she scans for signatures of her very favorite Vesk (though it's an equal opportunity scan, any relevant movement or chatter out there?) |