Apr 16, 2019 7:47 am
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Now that is some proper leadership 🤣OOC:
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Great thinking Team Leader Dave-R-EGP-1! I wholly support the wise words of our team leader as I start to get to my senses again. Equipment Guy Wyatt-R-VSC-1, don't forget the multicorder! That piece must be at least 500 credits worth! Extremely valuable for Friend Computer!. For a split second, I stop running, look back and add Oh! I also left some Poppy-pops back there! We need good nutritional supplies to complete the mission!
Apr 19, 2019 4:02 pm
Dave, Will and Will jump out of the elevator leaving Wyatt and the large guardbot behind. The doors slide closed followed by the muffled sound of an explosion and the visible bulging of the doors.
A second after that, the doors open a second time. The guardbot is now alone, blackened and his neck and limbs appear much looser.
He herds you into the room in front of you which contains a cross between a pneumatic tube and a spiral slide. a damp Brett-R-WYD-2 comes out of the slide, quickly followed by Wyatt-R-VSC-2 who crashes into him.
Surrounding you is a dozen trashcan sized guardbots.
They lead you into a featureless room with a desk, and a door at the far side. The guardbot's weapons are pointed ominously in your direction.
At the desk sits a very short, slightly pudgy fellow wearing a Blue jumpsuit. He's flanked by two tall, thin Yellow guards with lasers.
From the speaker on the wall emanates the melodious strains of a song that seems to be called, I'm just wild about Psion....
Oh, I'm just wild about Psion,
Psion's wild about me.
My 'registered' type means I'm just their type
They like my empathy...
A second after that, the doors open a second time. The guardbot is now alone, blackened and his neck and limbs appear much looser.
He herds you into the room in front of you which contains a cross between a pneumatic tube and a spiral slide. a damp Brett-R-WYD-2 comes out of the slide, quickly followed by Wyatt-R-VSC-2 who crashes into him.
Surrounding you is a dozen trashcan sized guardbots.
They lead you into a featureless room with a desk, and a door at the far side. The guardbot's weapons are pointed ominously in your direction.
At the desk sits a very short, slightly pudgy fellow wearing a Blue jumpsuit. He's flanked by two tall, thin Yellow guards with lasers.
From the speaker on the wall emanates the melodious strains of a song that seems to be called, I'm just wild about Psion....
Oh, I'm just wild about Psion,
Psion's wild about me.
My 'registered' type means I'm just their type
They like my empathy...
Apr 20, 2019 9:43 pm
I look at the guard bots, the blue clearance citizen, the two guards and then back at Team Leader Dave-R-EGP-1, with an expecting expression of someone who is waiting for someone else to take the first step
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Apr 21, 2019 4:22 am
Brett stumbles out of the slide in a daze of shock. As his vision clears, he takes in the room that he is now in. "Ah, I died and came back again. Well, first time for anything..." When he saw the giant guard bot again, he instinctively raised his arms in surrender. "For the love of The Computer, please don't shoot me!"
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Apr 21, 2019 5:51 pm
Dave fired off a salute towards the superior citizens. "Hello! I and my team of upright crimson individuals are here and reporting for our mission alert! Doubtless a minor matter that will soon be revealed to have never been a problem at all!"
Apr 22, 2019 1:35 pm
Will-WTN stands stoic in line, waiting for proper instruction from the higher levels.
Apr 22, 2019 1:49 pm
I look around at everyone in the team and then point to my orange suit, while checking if it got damaged or the color faded in the elevator. "Well, kind of crimson but very up and right! I say as I stand very straight. Looking back at the blue clearance citizen "If you need your cleaning re-evaluated, Will-O-WSP-1 at the friend computer disposal
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Apr 23, 2019 8:39 pm
Greetings Troubleshooters, I am Cleto-B-QRK. My companions are Dewey-Y-JLK and Sonny-Y_TLS
The Computer has rewarded your loyalty by choosing to accompany a carefully selected and coordinated strike force of 27 Troubleshooter teams who have been called into emergency action to fight the new communist threat - subversive propaganda being pumped out over The Computer's own public address system.
The Computer has narrowed the possible sources of interference to one subdivision of our beloved Alpha Complex, but treasonous tampering prevents it from pinpointing the traitors' exact location. You and the rest of the strike force will sweep through this area, searching for interference, identifying the responsible parties, and terminating them.
The Computer has rewarded your loyalty by choosing to accompany a carefully selected and coordinated strike force of 27 Troubleshooter teams who have been called into emergency action to fight the new communist threat - subversive propaganda being pumped out over The Computer's own public address system.
The Computer has narrowed the possible sources of interference to one subdivision of our beloved Alpha Complex, but treasonous tampering prevents it from pinpointing the traitors' exact location. You and the rest of the strike force will sweep through this area, searching for interference, identifying the responsible parties, and terminating them.
Apr 23, 2019 9:20 pm
Sweeping is the best activity! Keeps the complex clean and shinny. I start whistling softly. Where is this dirty subdivision in need of some cleaning? I say with my mouth wide open, showing sparkling clean teeth as advertised in the vidscreens, while taking out a sample of Blast It Off while singing the jingle 🎶 Just one spray makes dirt go away🎶
Apr 24, 2019 2:34 pm
The far door slides open.
It's right through those doors.
I give you fair warning: Only an insidious, well-organized, band of fanatics armed with the most sophisticated infiltration equipment could have perpetuated this heinous deed. The Computer is counting on you to squash this awesome foe.
Any questions? Good! go forth in glorious service, return here when, and ONLY WHEN you have succeeded. Farewell!
Assuming the conversation is done, Cleto returns his attention to a stack of papers on his desk.
It's right through those doors.
I give you fair warning: Only an insidious, well-organized, band of fanatics armed with the most sophisticated infiltration equipment could have perpetuated this heinous deed. The Computer is counting on you to squash this awesome foe.
Any questions? Good! go forth in glorious service, return here when, and ONLY WHEN you have succeeded. Farewell!
Assuming the conversation is done, Cleto returns his attention to a stack of papers on his desk.
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Apr 25, 2019 6:49 am
As I'm being dragged away from Cleto-B-QRK-2, I start to shout "A question! Yes... I , umph wait!" and I disappear into the subdivision as the doors close.
Apr 25, 2019 1:25 pm
Brett cautiously turns on his new multicorder, and with a nervous nod to the higher authorities, he follows after the departing group.
Apr 26, 2019 3:55 pm
as you go through the door Cleto calls after you,
There seems to be something wrong with your mutant
The typically quiet Wyatt has gone from merely reticent to nearly catatonic.
The guardbots hustle Dave and Wyatt out the door behind you.
There seems to be something wrong with your mutant
The typically quiet Wyatt has gone from merely reticent to nearly catatonic.
The guardbots hustle Dave and Wyatt out the door behind you.
Apr 26, 2019 4:01 pm
the guarbots scoot back into the office, the door slides shut behind them and you hear it lock.
You're in a long gray tunnel with narrow walkways on either side of a wide BROWN canal. The low curved ceiling is lit by a line of flourescent tubes along tunnel's spine. The canal curves away to the right downstream, and upstream the tunnel branches to the left and right. The whole place smells as bad as the food vats. You can hear treasonous music echoing through the tunnels - impossible to trace.
Now What?
You're in a long gray tunnel with narrow walkways on either side of a wide BROWN canal. The low curved ceiling is lit by a line of flourescent tubes along tunnel's spine. The canal curves away to the right downstream, and upstream the tunnel branches to the left and right. The whole place smells as bad as the food vats. You can hear treasonous music echoing through the tunnels - impossible to trace.
Now What?
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Brett roll a d6Apr 26, 2019 6:24 pm
I look closely at the walls. "Brown clearance? As anyone ever heard of that?. I start walking up to the branching point and then look back at the team leader Dave
Apr 26, 2019 7:53 pm
I’ll point in the direction that looks more dirty (do I roll for that?). "This way is more dirty. Lack of hygiene clearly indicates traitorous behaviour!"
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Apr 27, 2019 1:21 am
Will-O-WSP those walkways are much more slippery than you anticipated, please make a roll against your Agility score (or Violence if you do not have a modified score for Agility)
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