For the DM's eyes only** spoiler omitted **
Tim attempts to fire on the commie traitors, but is shocked to realize that his that his pistol body doesn't fire without a barrel. (He must have been sick on the pistol training day or maybe he was never sent the timetable...)
Bob you finally realize what is going on. On your seat where your satchel was are several commie propaganda pamphlets.
Spoiler for Bob
*accessing the nearest computer terminal*
takes a look around
"What! No! I have never seen those before in my life! They cannot of come from my bag! The Computer-mandated sturdy stitching would prevent any pamphlet-sized objects from escaping from the satchel! Are you saying that the Computer is wrong about the abilities of our satchels? Are you calling the Computer a LIAR?", he yells at TRU while somehow still smiling.
Spoiler for Bob
No you aren't wrong. Someone must have planted them under your satchel during the black out.
"What! No! I have never seen those before in my life! They cannot of come from my bag! The Computer-mandated sturdy stitching would prevent any pamphlet-sized objects from escaping from the satchel! Are you saying that the Computer is wrong about the abilities of our satchels? Are you calling the Computer a LIAR?", he yells at TRU while somehow still smiling.
** spoiler omitted **
<Rubs the lump on his head.>
"Where am I?"
Boris drags Horton out onto the platform, but then abandons him and makes himself busy making a report to the computer at the station's confession both. Horton recovers his wits and gets to his feet, while Bob spouts on about his satchel and general innocence and Logan attempts to take stock of how much paint has stained the front of his jump suit...
Yes it all one big mess.
Fortunately all is not lost. In his great wisdom the computer sends a Green citizen and a 6 man vulture squadron to help arbitrate. The troopers are encumbered with heavy armor and carry massive and most deadly automatic rifles.
The green citizen has a distinctly military look about him with a buzzed hair and a sturdy jaw and military style uniform. He shouts as he speaks.
"ALL HAIL THE COMPUTER! TROUBLESHOOTERS, LINE YOUR SORRY ASSES UP NOW!"
snaps to attention
"ALL HAIL THE COMPUTER!"
Gets in line
"Nice hair cut sir!"
Bob also lines up and stands at attention.
"All hail the Computer!"
DM:
Also, good work with the game so far. If nothing else, it's entertaining trying to figure out who did what.
Spoiler for Tru
"What! No! I have never seen those before in my life! They cannot of come from my bag! The Computer-mandated sturdy stitching would prevent any pamphlet-sized objects from escaping from the satchel! Are you saying that the Computer is wrong about the abilities of our satchels? Are you calling the Computer a LIAR?", he yells at TRU while somehow still smiling.
** spoiler omitted **
"I am asking you what you are doing with Commie paraphernalia. The record of my earlier statement should bear this out." 1-Tru-G0D's voice even and calm.
For the DM's eyes only** spoiler omitted **
I will assume you all hurry to line up, and smile your biggest smiles (at least that's what you should do if you want to live for the next couple of minutes).
He looks you all up and down, shaking his head.
"SMILE MAGGOTS HAPPINESS IS MANDATORY!!!"
He then stops and seems to be listening to an earpiece PDC. He nods his head a few times and mutters, "Yes friend computer, uh huh, unh huh, okay. Yes friend computer..."
He looks back up at your sorry looking team. He points at Logan. "YOUR JUMPSUIT HAS PAINT ON IT CITIZEN. INSUBORDINATION. 100 CREDIT FINE."
He then looks at Boris "YOUR JUMPSUIT HAS PAINT ON IT CITIZEN. INSUBORDINATION-100 CREDIT FINE! YOU HAVE ALSO ALLOWED YOUR PDC TO BE DAMAGED- 200 CREDIT FINE!"
He then looks at Horton "YOUR JUMPSUIT HAS PAINT ON IT CITIZEN. INSUBORDINATION. 100 CREDIT FINE. WE ALSO HAVE DOCUMENTATION SHOWING YOU ENAGED IN TREASONOUS ACTIVITY WITH TREASONOUS EQUIPMENT. I AM AFRAID COMMIE TRAITORS HAVE INFECTED YOUR MIND. I AM CERTAIN YOUR NEXT CLONE WILL A LOYAL CITIZEN."
He motions to the troopers. They raise their weapons and fire on Horton. Blood spatters everywhere.
He looks at Tru CITIZEN YOU ARE COVERED WITH BLOOD. INSUBORDINATION- 50 CREDIT FINE!
Next he looks at Tim CITIZEN YOU ARE COVERED WITH BLOOD. INSUBORDINATION- 50 CREDIT FINE!
Finally he directs his attention toward Bod YOU WERE CAUGHT WITH COMMIE PROPOGANDA PAMPHLETS. I HATE COMMIES!!! MAYBE YOU WERE THE ONE THAT CORRUPTED CITIZEN HORTON!
He motions to the troopers. They raise their weapons and fire on Bob. Blood spatters everywhere.
He looks at the four of you who are still standing. You are all covered in blood and chunks of brain and skull.
"OKAY YOU HAPPY MAGGOTS, FOLLOW ME. WE ARE GOING TO BRIEFING. HORTON AND BOB'S NEW CLONES WILL MEET US THERE. I AM SURE THEY WILL BE PERFECT AND LOYAL CITIZENS, SO YOU WILL NO LONGER NEED WORRY. SMILE."
He leads you out of the transbot station, up an elevator, through some halls to a door, which slides open into a briefing room
As you step into the room you suspect that maybe it isn't briefing afterall. The room looks more like a gas chamber, and the doors slide shut behind you. Suddenly scalding hot, high pressure shower nozzles start spewing water and sanitizing chemicals at you from almost every direction. Your uniforms are thoroughly cleaned. After they finish, powerful heat lamps turn on and dry you off. You feel like you're melting in your jumpsuit.
After you are dry another door built into the opposite wall from which you entered opens. This one leads into another room. It has several seats in it that face a holographic wall screen. You see Horton and Bob each sitting in chairs. Both of them have stupid s+%! eating grins on their faces. They turn towards you, but don't seem to recognize you. The green citizen is also standing in the room. Beside him is a small bot (sort of R2-D2 like). You take your seats and the bot dispenses various pills to you.
Spoiler for Horton and Bob
smiles
Knows the credits will be removed from his account immediately
As you choke down the pills, the green citizen smiles at you
"NOW YOU LOOK LIKE A PROPER TEAM OF TROUBLE SHOOTERS. A CLEAN TEAM IS A MEAN TEAM!
Your medication hits you like a truck. Focusing becomes very challenging.
He babbles on at some length. You really can't seem to grasp on anything he says. You realize his nose is much larger than you had originally thought it was. That shade of green he wears really looks quite becoming on him. Eventually you start to tune back in to what he is saying...
"WELL THAT PRETTY MUCH SUMS UP YOUR MISSION MAGGOTS. ANY QUESTIONS? NO? GOOD. HERE ARE YOUR MANDATORY BONUS DUTIES. BORIS YOU ARE TEAM LEADER. TIM YOU ARE THE LOYALTY OFFICER. TRU YOU ARE THE EQUIPMENT GUY. LOGAN YOU SHALL BE OUR HAPPINESS OFFICER. HORTON YOU ARE OUR COMMUNICATIONS AND RECORDING OFFICER, AND BOB YOU SHALL BE OUR HYGIENE OFFICER."
"NOW IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO REPORT YOURSELVES TO THE PLC OUTFITTERS FOR YOUR EQUIPMENT. HAVE AN EXCELLENT DAY."
The doors to the room open up.
"WELL? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR CITIZENS? GET MOVING! IT IS TIME TO SERVE YOUR FRIEND THE COMPUTER. YOU MAKE THOSE MUTIES PAY!"
Spoiler for Boris
You attempt to hid fake taking your pills
sleight of hand 1d20 4=9
The Sarg is pretty alert.
"CITIZEN. YOU HAVE NOT TAKEN YOUR PILLS! IT IS TREASON NOT TO TAKE PRESCRIBED MEDICATION- BRAINSCRUB!"
Suddenly a big bot zips into the room and pulls up behind you. You feel something descend over your head. Then you pass out.
When you wake up the Sarg is concluding his speech. You have lost a great deal of memory regarding the past few hours. You only vaguely remember the incident in the transbot. In fact you can't even remember who you were fighting with or why. You feel very happy. Really damn happy.
Spoiler for Boris
** spoiler omitted **
*Gurgle*
*Thunk!*
*Gurgle*
*Thunk!*
Well said!
Spoiler for Boris
** spoiler omitted **Spoiler for Boris
** spoiler omitted **
"Congratulations on team leader Boris...wait, I'm Boris? So...I'm team Leader? Oh...All hail the computer!"
<Somewhere a clone of Horton is decanted.>
"All hell the contuper."
*drool*
Tim smiles until it hurts. He appears to have developed a happy twitch in his left eye.
"All hail the Computer!" He cries, saluting the empty spot where the Green officer is no longer standing.
"I really need my laser barrel...it's hard to be loyal without one."
To Boris: "Well, team leader, shall we go get equipped, sir?"
*smile* *twitch*
"Equipt for what?" "Oh yes...Equipt, I think the computer has a mission for us...quite"
*feeling slightly less groggy*
"TEAM! Head to the PLC Outfitter, where our Equipment officer will be in charge of getting us outfitted. Well as in charge as he's allowed as a Red Troubleshooter! All Hail the Computer!!"
With that the extremely happy, unparanoid Boris, Grabs his satchel ,and leads the way
"Sound off"
Happiness Officer. At those words, Logan's permanent smile finally drops and he sits in his chair in stunned disbelief. "H-happiness Officer? Me? Oh. No."
He starts to rock back and forth. "Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no."
He stops rocking. "I-I must kill myself."
He begins rocking again.
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no."
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no."
Spoiler for Boris
Spoiler for Bob
Spoiler for Tru
Spoiler for Horton:
Spoiler for Tim:
Suddenly a light bulb goes off in Logans head. He stops chanting and rocking.
"Wait," Logan says, "If I'M the Happiness Officer, than no one can force me to be happy now. And that makes me happy!"
GM only:
A gleam appears in Logan's eye. And he smiles. And for first time, his smile is not fake, but REAL. And for the first time, Logan appears genuinely happy.
Logan stands up and, sporting his new REAL grin, he falls in line.
"Logan-R-RUN-1 reporting for duty!"
"Tim-R-PRO, Loyalty *twitch* Officer, reporting for duty, sir! I am ready to serve this team in any capacity I can, and to ensure each and every clone's loyalty *twitch* to the Computer! *twitchtwitchtwitch*"
*twitch*
"I'm so happy I could scream."
"Excellent!"
"Now team let's move!"
"Equipment officer, lead the way!"
Let it out, Tim! If you're happy and you know it, and you really want to show it, SCREAM! As your Happiness Officer, I command you to scream at our Team Leader to show him how happy you are!
*turns to Boris* "I AM SOOOOO HAPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.. ..huh...huh...huh..." *the eye-twitching stops and Tim's smile grows more relaxed and confident*
"...to be working with such a fine leader, stalwart companions, and be able to instruct you all on true loyalty to the people and our benevolent leader, sir."
*Tim salutes and moves to stand just behind Boris, at his left hand, ready to follow*
Lets the happiness drugs do their work in his newly scrubbed brain
Grins like he just got promoted, since that's one of the few things he remembers strongly
Here's a few details about your MBDs. I'll send you more details about your own MBD in the near future.
TEAM LEADER: ]The team leader is crucial to every Troubleshooter team. His
knowledge and guidance makes the team function like a well-
oiled machine, and his will pushes each Troubleshooter to give
his best. Your team leader has been appointed because of his unique
skills. Don’t hesitate to draw on these skills by consulting him for
advice concerning any aspect of your duty.
Of course, no citizen is infallible. If you see your team leader
make a mistake, please inform your friend The Computer so it
can arrange proper post-mission training procedures.
LOYALTY OFFICER: In the war against the Commies, the loyalty officer stands alone as The Computer’s ever-vigilant servant.
All Troubleshooters are constantly alert for signs of treason, but it’s the
loyalty officer’s unique duty to look for signs of potential treason. But the
loyalty officcer can’t do it alone. He’s only part of the team, and he needs your
help. If you discover any signs of treason, actual or potential, among your
fellow Troubleshooters, report them immediately. Failure to report treason
is treason! Also, report all suspicious behavior to your loyalty officer. He’s trained to
interpret such activities. Remember, what appears to be a simple gesture
to you could in fact be the key that unlocks a hideous Commie plot! The
Computer rewards citizens who uncover hideous Commie plots.
Some of your fellow Troubleshooters may, in fact, be traitors. If they are,
the loyalty officer will undoubtedly discover this during the mission. Be ready
to apprehend or terminate these turncoats when your loyalty officer gives
the signal! Stay Alert! Trust No One! Keep Your Laser Handy!
HYGIENCE OFFICER: The hygiene officer makes sure that Troubleshooters
look sharp—buttons buttoned, uniform pressed, teeth
waxed. Failure by the hygiene officer to maintain an acceptable
Team Hygiene Level can lead to unsuccessful missions.
Dirty hands can slip on laser triggers; bad breath can
alert enemies to your presence; wrinkled overalls can
lower team morale to the breaking point.
So be a loyal citizen and give your hygiene officer a
hand. Show him all filth, grime and potential dirt you
discover. Thank you for your cooperation.
COMMUNICATION OFFICER: The communications and recording officer is key to team survival. Whenever he points his multicorder at you, everything you say, do or even think (depending on the multicorder program) is recorded for later examination by The Computer.
Special editing techniques and camera angles can mean the difference between
promotion and termination. If the C&R officer asks you to hold a klieg light, respond speedily regardless of your current assignment. If he asks you to speak into the microphone, speak
cheerfully and use good diction. You can aid your C&R officer by pointing out scenes he should film. Help him get closeups of raging infernos. Use your own initiative and invite those Vulture Squadron goons over for an interview. Be helpful! An artistic mission record is
the product of a dedicated team—not just one citizen!
THE EQUIPMENT GUY: The equipment guy is responsible for the safety and care of all Computer property assigned to a Troubleshooter team.
Naturally, the equipment guy (EG) is highly skilled in the repair and
maintenance of all forms of weapons, bots, vehicles and R&D devices.
Feel free to ask his advice if you have a problem with a piece of
equipment, or if you need an experimental R&D device demonstrated.
Also, be careful not to engage in activities that might damage your
weapons, bots, or vehicles. Equipment guys are touchy about such
things. For your own protection, inform your equipment guy whenever
an item is malfunctioning, in need of preventive maintenance or makes
you feel a bit uneasy. He won’t mind. It’s his job.
THE HAPPINESS OFFICER: The happiness officer is essential to the success of a mission. By checking constantly for signs of Sub-Standard Morale (or SSM),
the happiness officer keeps morale high and, more important,
makes sure Troubleshooters have lots of fun. If you feel down, tired or just plain bored, don’t suffer in silence. Tell your happiness officer! He can cheer you up with a joke, a
quick song or a variety of fun medications. And if he doesn’t, just
inform The Computer. That could be fun, too!
"Happiness Officer! Let's alleviate any trepidation about our assignment with some levity...Tell some jokes!"
As you leave the briefing room (with no idea of what your actual mission is). You find yourself in a wide hallway. It is essentially an indoor street that has sections along the walls marked for the pedestrian traffic and two lanes in the middle for bots and vehicles.
A shuttlebot slows down and calls out to you in a mechanical sounding voice. "Greetings Citizens, do you have need of my services?"
*The second clone of Bob is here.*
"Praise the Computer! Remember to clean off the gore from the previous Bob. We do not want any unfortunate accidents to happen."
A large medicated smile is plastered on Bob's face.
"Shuttlebot! We need transport to PLC for outfitting."
"Shuttlebot! we are not high enough clearance to use your services"