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To quote an awful Asimov adaptation...

+++That is a good question+++

Computers: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32.

T.I.M. easily hacks the datapad.

+++There is a strange artifact the crew found while adrift after the planar impact in a hidden compartment near the Captain's station on the bridge+++

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17.

T.I.M. attempts to unlock the door.

Engineering: 1d20 + 18 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 18 + 4 = 34.

Now, if only some of us were Large-sized, and could actually use that equipment ;-)

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26.

T.I.M. shares the information on the hidden datapad.

+++Statement: Perhaps we should check the medbay... and be wary of explosives++

T.I.M. calmly lines up another burning shot.

Holy Red Star Plasma Array(EAC): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21, for 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Electricity/Fire damage.

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27.

+++Tracking+++

T.I.M. initiates combat tracking, and opens fire!

Holy Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18, for 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Electricity/Fire damage.

T.I.M. catalogues and collects the items, then moves over to the final island/ruin to check it out.

After that, happy to head to the ship :-)

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25.

+++Observation: There is a chest here. However, it is stuck closed+++

T.I.M. attempts to jimmy it open.

Engineering: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29.

If Engineering is not appropriate, I can use Athletics; it is just 7 lower.

T.I.M. packs away the items, and then starts exploring the other asteroids.

+++I wonder whom, or what, they were?+++

Moving to the smaller one, and then the larger one.

I would take that as an expression of interest ;-)

To confirm, we finished searching the other ruin fragments before leaving, right?

T.I.M. packs away the items, and then starts exploring the other asteroids.

+++I wonder whom, or what, they were?+++

Moving to the smaller one, and then the larger one.

T.I.M. contacts the others via comms.

+++Query: Anything of interest over on your side?+++

T.I.M. happily collects the books for later analysis, then turns his attention to the lockbox.

Engineering: 1d20 + 18 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 18 + 4 = 28.

Athletics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13.

T.I.M. slams into the wall, but hey - at least it stops their movement!

He then opens the door, and moves inside to take a look around.

T.I.M. drifts forward, kicks off the small rock, and drifts ever closer to the island!

T.I.M. floats another 15' forward.

T.I.M. kicks off, and starts shuttling over to the building to the north.

As per the zero-G rules, I believe I move 15' per round.

T.I.M. immediately starts broadcasting the defense access codes, in an attempt to turn off the weapons!

Engineering: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30.

+++Depressing the panels in the correct combinatorial fashion will result in playback of the required vision by the projector+++

T.I.M. then attempts to demonstrate.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20.

+++This unit does not sleep, and therefore does not experience something akin to rapid-eye-movement sleep-state. The closest it experiences is a period of low-power mode to facilitating repair and maintenance algorithms+++

To be clear, T.I.M. is not trying to be stubbornly annoying... just helpfully literal!

+++Your assistance in this matter is much appreciated. Query: If one does not dream, is it still possible to enter a vision-state?+++

+++Tracking+++

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31.

+++Here is the relevant volume+++

+++Query: Has anyone submitted an interrogative to Guidance regarding the ship or its mission?+++

+++I have general skill modules uploaded, but my areas of expertise are xenoarchaeology and technology, with minors in medicine and mysticism. This unit is also rated to do some moderate heavy-lifting, and has a reasonable detection algorithm installed+++

A robotic organism, with a bulky computer screen for a 'face', rolls into the room on a set of tank treads, and makes a gesture of greeting with its hands.

As it does so, the monitor flickers on, revealing a smiley-face.

+++Greetings, fellow sentients! Truly, it is a blessing from the Omnissiah that our run-times continue upon this most glorious of days. I am T.I.M., The Incredible Machine, and I look forward to this mission, retrieving ancient technology+++

The monitor flickers, revealing a crimson frowney-face.

+++If we encounter hostile life-forms, I will assist by burning them with plasma-fire+++