"Logan, we're in a warehouse, not at an outfitter, where our provisions were assigned. In addition grenades are not cleared for red clearance level, unless we're assinged an experimental grenade from R&D. Feel lucky that the most benevolent and wise computer deigns to trust us with laser pistols. If the computer wanted us to have grenades, we would have them, do you doubt the wisdom of the computer citizen?"
pulls out PDC
** spoiler omitted **
"Logan, we're in a warehouse, not at an outfitter, where our provisions were assigned. In addition grenades are not cleared for red clearance level, unless we're assinged an experimental grenade from R&D. Feel lucky that the most benevolent and wise computer deigns to trust us with laser pistols. If the computer wanted us to have grenades, we would have them, do you doubt the wisdom of the computer citizen?"
pulls out PDC
** spoiler omitted **
draws his Laser pistol
"I SAID MOVE!!!"
<Horton begins jogging to D45.>
<Horton begins jogging to D45.>
Bob also walks/hobbles/crawls to the rendezvous point after bandaging/treating his wounds.
<Horton begins jogging to D45.>
Bob also walks/hobbles/crawls to the rendezvous point after bandaging/treating his wounds.
Tim falls in line and double-times it along with the rest of the team.
"Thank you, Team Leader, for not putting me in charge of the 'bot. May I carry the rocket launcher and relieve our Equipment Officer of the burden?"
glares menacingly
"Equipment officer, One troubleshooter carries the Rocket launcher and 3 others carry a round? Sound good? Less chance of ACCIDENTS?"
"Excellent decision, Team Leader, sir!"
Tim smiles, hands outstretched to receive the launcher, or a shell.
"Sorry about the bot there, Tru." *tsk*
** spoiler omitted **
"Logan, we're in a warehouse, not at an outfitter, where our provisions were assigned. In addition grenades are not cleared for red clearance level, unless we're assinged an experimental grenade from R&D. Feel lucky that the most benevolent and wise computer deigns to trust us with laser pistols. If the computer wanted us to have grenades, we would have them, do you doubt the wisdom of the computer citizen?"
"Boris, everyone knows that the Computer is too wise to assign a doubter to a troubleshooting team.
"And as for grenades, they are tools of my trade. They help me to... spread the happiness around."
"When are we going to put that bot together... Boris? Tru?"
<Still double timing it.>
"Once I find out more information on the mission" For now, we have somewhere to be."
Continues to gaze at the PDC screen waiting for a response
Spoiler for Boris
The mission countdown is at 3:14:23.
The mission profile you get is very brief, but at least you've managed to find one this time.
-Escort citizen Homer-G-DUF to sector RUM.
-Deliver MARK 1 SENTINEL bot to Vulture Squad 51 in RUM sector
-Assemble MARK 1 SENTINEL bot and assist in field testing operation
<Huff, huff.>
"I'm so happy. You need help with that bot, Tru?"
"STOW THE BOT....NOW!"
"Pack it up let's go!"
Off to the rendezvous...soemone help our injured troubleshooter!
"No, Team Leader Boris. I am fine. I only have a slight limp. Now, to the rendezvous!"
Bob then hurriedly limps to keep up with the rest of the group.
"STOW THE BOT....NOW!"
"Pack it up let's go!"
Off to the rendezvous...soemone help our injured troubleshooter!
<Up with the cam. Into the microphone.>
"Such power of command. Inspiring. Cruel. How will Tru carry the bot?"
"STOW THE BOT....NOW!"
"Pack it up let's go!"
Off to the rendezvous...soemone help our injured troubleshooter!
<Up with the cam. Into the microphone.>
"Such power of command. Inspiring. Cruel. How will Tru carry the bot?"
"With your help Horton, 2-man carry, that bot is to be assembled at a later time. Stow the bot in its case...and let's go"
"With your help Horton, 2-man carry, that bot is to be assembled at a later time. Stow the bot in its case...and let's go"
<Turns camera on self, as he will no doubt one day do with his laser after working with these clow... I mean heroes. His reply to Boris:>
"Now that you have given me that order I feel much better about having already offered to carry it, Citizen Boris."
Tim smiles broadly.
"Such teamwork! Such leadership! This Loyalty Officer is proud! He is also glad he doesn't have to have anything to do with that heavy, complicated looking 'bot."
"And he is also referring to himself in third person," Horton mutters.
"You guys are all so Happy, I don't even have to do my job!"
Your oh so happy and completely not disfunctional team heads towards the rendezvous point. You stuff the disassembled bot back in its plastisteel crate and drag all your gear to a transbot that you flag down. The transbot takes you to straight to the airshuttle platform.
As you arrive, you are pleased to see that the plaform is red clearance. Waiting on the platform is a citizen in green suite, and two citizens in orange jumpsuites. One of the orange citizens is male and the other is female. The female carries camera equipment. The two orange citizens smile at you. The green one does not. The green one looks annoyed. The green one seems to have forgotten that happiness is mandatory.
"You're late. I've been waiting here for 1 hr and 35 minutes."
"I wholly apologize for the actions of my prior clone Citizen!"
"I assure you he met a deserving fate"
"Now, let's escort you to where you need to go."
The air-transbot that was supposed to take us had to leave. The computer is sending new transport. It should be arriving momentarily. Are you aware that extreme tardiness can be considered treasonous?
"Cluck!"
Tim presents a big, toothy grin in return to the two orange-level citizens.
Logan presents a cocky smirk to everyone.
"As I, Boris-R-LOF-2, have not been active for long enough to have even been on time, I can't see how that can be considered treasonous sir, I did my due diligence as soon as my mind was clear enough to comprehend I was accessing the information and getting the team here as soon as possible."
"Sir"
Yes, whatever. Oh look the air transbot's here.
A flying VTOL shuttle craft flies into the hanger and lands in front of the team. You load the bot on and then load yourselves on board. Green and orange citizens get on board as well. The rear section has enough seating for all. Before you even have yourselves strapped in the bot is taking off.
The bot's voice comes on over the speakers. There is something odd about it....
Hi, you called for a handyman? it says in a deep voice.
"That's a very manly sounding 'bot. Flying always makes me a little nervous. Time for some relaxation."
Tim pops open a pint of Cold Fun and takes a long pull from it.
"I feel something newsworthy coming on."
<Horton gets everyone's faces.>
Logan
The bot is the vehicle. How would you take it out?
The voice keeps on talking
Hey baby do you want to see how handy I am? I got a nice big tool here...
Then strange music comes on
"How very odd. This is a transport, not a maintenence bot. I wonder if someone uploaded the wrong program to its memory banks?"
Tim takes another pull off of his Cold Fun and taps his foot in time to the music.
"Still, this in-flight music is good. It's not Teela-O, but it's kind of catchy."
Tim smiles at the camera as it catches him.
GM:
Bon chickee, bon chickee, bon, bon, chickee, bon
GM
The bot is the vehicle. How would you take it out?
Oh wise and exalted GM, I don't know how I'd do it. Actually, I didn't expect to be able to take it out at all. I was just role-playing to let You know that I haven't forgotten that aspect of my character. :)
Logan winks at the camera.
Logan's head bobs a little with the music's groove. "Huh? Is Acrobats of OID Sector still on?" he says, looking at the monitor. "Why would acrobats pretend to be handymen?"
GM EYES ONLY
Horton
"Acrobats of OID sector?" says Boris, completely puzzled, "What are you talking about Tim?"
Accesses PDC
"It's that reality show that everyone is talking about. It's about, y'know, acrobats doing acrobatics. That last transbot we rode on, with your previous clone, was showing an episode on the monitors. I'd heard that they were really good, but I was disappointed with what I saw. The acrobats had fallen on top of each other and were in a lot of pain, moaning and yelling each other's name. And they were naked. It was stupid. And now we get on this transbot and... well I'm not sure if it's the same show, but that music...
"Oh, and my name is Logan. He's Tim. How can you lead us, if you don't even know our names?"
Logan types on his PDC.
GM
"Right, Logan, not Tim...your voices sound similar, and I wasn't looking at you"
Takes a picture of Logan...not Tim
Types into his PDC
then
also
There is no show currently going on the transbot, just some commercials for various new and useless products.
Boris
When you do your search you do come a across a show called acrobats of OID sector. It is quite well known, but fairly new. It does have trained citizens attempting feats of acrobatics (from our perspective they wouldn't be very good, but as far as your ignorant character can tell, they are decent).
By the way Boris, despite being on your second clone you vaguely recall your old commie affiliations and much of the spotty doctrine you have been taught.
The shuttle continues on it's merry way, music bopping in the background and the transbot voice making strange grunting sounds and call out odd phrases.
Yeah baby, just like that.
Yeah that's it. Who's your daddy?
It that how you like it? You want some more of that? etc...
It is all rather odd. The green citizen is pretty focused on his PDC, but looks up every now and then when the bot talks with a puzzled expression on his face. It seems that even he can't figure out what it's up to. The two orange citizens sit beside him. They have big dumb grins on their face and are bopping along to the music as if it were the greatest thing they'd ever heard.
The journey is pretty short, and you feel the bot slow down, switch to hover mode and begin a vertical landing. Suddenly one of the orange citizen's jumps to his feet. He pulls a something out from inside his jumpsuit it looks like a gernade. With a wild look in his eyes he shouts:
DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM! DOWN WITH THE COMPUTER!
He releases his hold on the gernade's safety and hold's it above his head.
WE'RE ALL GOING DOWN TOGETHER!
GM EYES:
Boris jumps to his feet,
(if there are no windows in the transport) draws his laser, and attempts to blast the grin off his face and hopefully have the grenade drop at his feet so I can throw the corpse on top of it.
(if there are windows) then attempt to knock it out a window, then blast the grin off his face...