Johnny and Yossa soon arrive at bot processing, they find Dexter, Rolf and Benedict staring stupidly at an orange bot mechanic, as he describes the various bots they are going to have to transport to mutant registration.
*Huff, puff*
<Looks over the bots.>
"Do any of them have lethal weaponry?"
KruelAid isn't meant to be ingested Kruelaid ;) ...glad you're OK, hope you're feeling better soon.
Yes sir, sir. We're on top of things here. Don't you worry. We're the Really Good Guys, after all.
I assume we'll also be assigned some sort of slick super-fast transportation device to move these bots from here to TPK.
taps away at the keys of her PDC
Randal summons the four bots that you need to escort, and introduces them.
"Well folks here's the bots you'll need to deliver."
The first bot is obviously a scrub bot, and it appears to be extremely energetic.
"This here is Zippy. Zippy's a real people person. He's eager to please and eager to scrub. Just watch his feelings. He's a little sensitive.
Now this one I call Duke."
Duke is obviously a guardbot. He's a big metal monstrosity with shoulder mounted plasma cannon.
"Duke's not the brightest bot in the world, but he's good at what he does."
A third bot appears. This bot is slightly humanoid, but not as much as Duke. You can clearly tell that this large heavy duty bot is an industrial jackbot.
"This is Jack. Watch out he's been around a while and he tends to leak oil, and have the odd breakdown."
The final bot is Docbot, and is about human size, and quite anthropomorphic (Think c-3PO).
"I call this one Doc. Anyhow, they're all yours now. I suggest you head for Mutant registration."
By this time Rosas is just wandering into meet up with the team. You are now fully assembled once again, along with your 4 new bots.
taps away at the keys of her PDC
"Duke's not the brightest bot in the world, but he's good at what he does."
<Ambles up to duke.>
"Hey duke, my prime directive is to kill commies and traitors. I think you and I are going to get along well. But be careful around these clowns, they're <whispering> anti-computer. Stick with me and everything will be all right."
GM EYES ONLY:
To himself, chuckling: "This is gonna be great."
ZIPPY!!! Oh I love that name!!!
"Docter Bot, I presume."
"You can call me Doctor Bot if you wish."
You set out with your bots in tow, heading for Mutant Registration. Unfortunately, due to the size of the Jack and Duke, taking a transbot is not an option, so you have to travel by foot. Luckily, Mutant Registration is in the same sector.
You are just about to leave, when suddenly an orange citizen comes running into the Bot Processing facility. He's out of breath, but manages to burst out a message.
"Can you believe it. I just saw a UV citizen- here in Bot Processing! He was mad though. He gave me this message."
He hands you over a piece of electronic paper. It has the Computer's watermark stamped on it.
The note says: TROUBLE SHOOTER TEAM TPK-R-4, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO PROCEED DIRECTLY TO PRYROTECHNICS R&D AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TO RECEIVE YOUR MISSION'S SERVICE SERVICE."
"Pyrotecnics!! MMMMMMMMMMM YES!!! C'mon Zippy, let's go!"
see everybody, now THAT was a happy face. I expect everyone to react that enthusiastically to every assignment that we get sent on from now on. Where to oh great and wise leader?
"You saw the note. Off to Pyrotechnics!"
GM:
You head for pyrotechinics R&D, which is much closer to bot processing than Mutant Registration (all the industrial type stuff is situated on the lower levels of TPK sector).
You make your way down the long, winding industrial tunnel ways. Large transbots frequently zip past you carrying large loads of equipment or workers with coveralls and construction helmets. You have to stick to the clearly marked side walks to avoid being splattered by transbots.
The going is a little slower with your entourage of bots in tow. Jack, Duke and Doc follow along well, but Zippy is easily distracted, every time Zippy sees any kind of stain on the floor (and there are many) he stops to scrub them up. It doesn't help that Jack always seems to be leaking something.
Slowly but surely you make progress. Things are going well until suddenly Zippy spots a big oil stain out in the middle of the transbot lanes. Without warning he breaks from the "safety" of the pedestrian walkway and into the middle of the busy transbot lane where he starts scrubbing up the oil puddle. A transbot veers around him and just misses the little bot, but there are plenty more coming. You are certain that if something isn't done the scrub bot will cause an accident in seconds.
"oh uh, Team Leader...yeah, Zippy is gonna get turned into Smashy...see you at Pyrotechnics!!!"
Yells"Hey Benedict don't call Zippy stupid! He's doing his job! He's a good robot!!!"
keeps on going...rubbing hands together...
"I can't let Zippy get smashed into a million peices. I need him for, uh, something.*Pulls out megaphone*
Oh dear, oh dear this is not going to have a happy ending at all...
Zippy hears Yossa through his megaphone.
"Jack, leaking oil? Oh no, Oh no, Oh no."
He spins in circles. You see a large flatbed transbot carrying piping coming at him. The transbot doesn't seem to notice the little drone.
Meanwhile, up ahead, a group of downtrodden looking infrared factory workers heads towards you. Based on their facial expressions, they are clearly exhibiting substandard morale, and some of them might well have substandard hygiene as well.
<Looking at Zippy>
"Hey, Yossa, maybe you should throw yourself in front of the transbot."
<He turns his attention to the infrareds.>
"Hey you infrareds. Not feeling the hate are you. Looking a little dirty, too."
<Jack pulls out his Secret Society Abhorrence sing-a-long book and begins belting out a powerful rendition of "REDS BLEED RED" for the infrareds.>
"Hate will make you happier, peons!"
<He starts taking skin core samples from them.>
"Looking for cooties," he says.
Rosas hears Johnny as she continues to head toward Pyrotechnics!!! NOTHING STOPPING ME FROM THAT PLACE...I HOPE BENEDICT GETS MY CAMERA FIXED, or I'm gonna have crappy PDC filming for it instead of 3D mega cam footage!!! WOO
Anyone Stepping in?
<Johnny watches the transbot close on zippy, turns back to Duke.>
"Hey Duke, blow up that transbot before it crushes Zippy, for me, will you?"
"JOHNNY!!! Hate does NOT make you happier. It makes you a mean, hateful, WRETCH!!! Are you being Treasonous?!?
well I guess since NO ONE else on this team seems to be able to do ANYTHING (and the fact that I cant stand unhappy endings) its up to MEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."Screaming me as I run into traffic toward Zippy
"JOHNNY!!! Hate does NOT make you happier. It makes you a mean, hateful, WRETCH!!! Are you being Treasonous?!?
<Johnny whips out his Public Hating Coordination ID card and waves it in Rolf's face.>
"Watch who you accuse of treason. I'm a Computer sanctioned agent of hate. And for your information, falsely accusing someone of treason is treasonous. So file a report if it makes you happy, happy-boy."
<His attention back on the filthy infrareds. He looks for one that needs a good strip search. Glances back at the impending crash. Glances at the unresponsive Guardbot.>
"What good is a plasma cannon if you don't use it?" he asks rhetorically.
Rolf:
Rolf:
** spoiler omitted **
Rolf bravely races out into traffic. The approaching transbot lays on a horn, but at about that second Duke turns around and fire with his plasma cannon. His targeting systems seem to be in order because it hit the bot dead, causing the truck to spin sideways. The resulting explosion from the truck causes the piping to fly free.
Rosas is far enough ahead that she is out of the range of the deadly flying debris. The ever dexterous Yossa, deftly evades a big flying pipe that spins over his head and smashes into the wall. Johnny dives for cover behind Duke, but a big piece of piping crashes into the robot and knocks him down. Duke lands right on Johnny. Rolf is caught right in the middle of the explosion from the plasma cannon and impaled by a big chunk of metal shrapnel from bot. Dexter also manages to dodge the flying piping.
Yossa: 1d20=3
Rolf: 1d20=16
Dexter: 1d20=6
Johnny: 1d20=11
Benedict hasn't posted in a while and I forgot his name when I was writing the last post, as a result, a big piece of piping hits him directly in the head, nearly knocking it off his body.
Benedic and Rolf are on to their next clones, which will arrive shortly.
When you get to your feet the tunnel is a mess. Piping is strewn everywhere, and a burning transbot sits in the middle of the roadway. Duke wasn't too badly hurt and he manages to get to his feet. Johnny is pretty beat up from Duke falling on him. Yossa is unscathed. Doc was damaged, but can still walk. His one arm is hanging loose. Zippy is scorched, but Rolf shielded him from the worst of the explosion. Jack was hit by a piece of piple, but he is a really durable bot, and has come out more or less unscathed.
"Beautiful. I love the smell of vaporized plastic and alloy. Absolutely beautiful."
<Pulls himself up slowly.>
"And there's nothing better than seeing a pipe go right through a mutie's head."
Yossa picks himself after his daring leap to dodge debris.
"That's the truth. Hey, Zippy! Do you work?", he says as he looks at Doc's arm.
GM:
"boom???" BOOOOM?"
"OH MY PROCESSOR!!! I MISSED AN EXPLOSION!!!!"
stops on a pinhead and flies back the other direction, PDC filming
"Woooooo check out that destruction....I wonder how that happened!!"
stares at the fire til her eyeballs are dry, and she has spots on her retina
"Well, Leader?"
<Johnny pulls a sharp of plastic out of his arm. Limps toward Yossa.>
"We still have orders."
It isn't long before Benedict and Dexter's new clones arrive on the scene (assuming those players are still around).
The group of you then abandon's the swath of destruction, right around the time the clean up crews are arriving. As mentioned earlier, the Pyrotechnics R&D lab isn't too far away, and you arrive not shortly after.
A familiar smell of cordite
hits you. You see a large, muscular
citizen dressed in BLUE technician
overalls standing next to one of several
benches. You notice he’s sporting a
pair of BLUE tinted-safety goggles.
Surrounding him are a gaggle of lower
security clearance technicians, all
wearing their own goggles and carrying
clipboards. They look poised.
The BLUE citizen hears you approach
and turns to speak.
‘Ah, our Troubleshooters have arrived!
You’re just in time for the experiment.
Here, put on some goggles. Remember,
safety first!’
He smiles amiably and gestures
towards a pile of blue goggles, similar
to the ones he’s wearing.
Yossa picks himself after his daring leap to dodge debris.
"That's the truth. Hey, Zippy! Do you work?", he says as he looks at Doc's arm.
GM:** spoiler omitted **
Also, can I take a picture of those goggles and find out if they're legal for Red citizens to wear?
"Oh oh! Where's Benedict? He needs to fix my CAMERA NOW!!!! THERE'S ABOUT TO BE FIRE AND I NEED IT FIXED NOW!!!!!"
"Yes yes safety first..." as she moves away without grabbing any goggles, setting up her camera hoping it works anyway..."Gotta set up for the shot..."
cues up some great music on her PDC...
Stupidly walks over and grabs all of his corpes old gear. when we get to pyrotecnics he grabs a pair of goggles with a glazed look in his eyes, without even looking at the color, puts them on backwards with the band covering his eyes. starts walking around bumping into things mumbling, "how do you make these brighter, sorry, sorry, hummmmm..."
<Benedict-R-NLD-3 wanders up, mumbling something about "stupid even-numbers," collects his previous clone's gear, and falls in with the rest of the group.<
Sorry about my predecessor's failures. The clone vat operators say that number two is always the stinkiest of the bunch. Apparently, everyone there just likes to get number two out of their systems, do the paperwork, and then flush the remnants. Number two, in short, is a real pain in the butt, and it's a shame that everyone, and I mean everyone, has to go through it.
So what'd I miss? I thought I heard someone say something about checking a camera. Rosas, let me see that.
<Benedict waits to see if Johnny will take a pair of goggles.
Finally gets goggles put on the right way. "Ah, much better. shakes head, sorry guys still a little foggy it should clear up momentarily"
<Johnny puts on the goggles in anticipation of them protecting him from the plasma flash of light and X-rays that Benedict will hopefully soon become.>
"I'm all ready."
<He smiles and backs away from Benedict.>
"The mutie is right there!" he shouts to the Blue researchers.
Why is no one else putting on your goggles for safety? a Blue citizen told you to put them on, are you dissobeying an order from a citizen of a higher clearence then you? are you guys trying to be treasonous by purpousfully burning out your eyes? the computer has no use for trouble shooters with burned out eyes.
<Benedict begins to duck and weave, trying to dodge the laser blasts he assumes are incoming, while simultaneously trying to reach the goggles. In effect, he is doing some sort of crazy, gymnastics dance, involving crabwalks, splits, and disco moves.>
Yes! Here I am. I am also your Equipment Guy! You nneeeeeeeddd me!