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Tru-hurk. Sorry, that time I just realized what I was saying.
The junkrat's got that look she gets, is all. We need the maniac more than we need a couple of healthy former contacts in a city we're never coming back to. Let's get the thing and fuck right along.
C
I hope so. I trust Enner. I don't like hurting our friends even if its the smarter move.
C
I'm torn. Jathe and Hema are friends and Vesta would want the staged robbery to look convincing. But also would be devastated if anything happened to Enner (cripes, don't tell her that) because she had to go solo.
So it's a toss up between A and B.
Geth, roll 1d6
Odds for A, evens for B
A it is
It is perhaps advisable if you review some of these too..
CK pushes a packet or two of across memories to MLO.
Etiquette. Tact. Interacting with humans without the proper formatting can lead to unpredictable results.
Images flow past of angry overseers, getting taught dubious things by study subjects.
Followed by charting instructions, learning to report, building solidarity.
Easier than learning the hard way
voting E, 5/2/4
Get in, get out, and don't get anybody hurt.
Whatever favour Hema has will have to be left behind.
On the other hand, maybe that time isn't when we'd be letting down friends. Besides, sitting one out isn't really my scene.
🅰️❗
We may need to burn some bridges to get some time between us and The City.
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The crew made off with a tricked out riot van which, briefly, isn’t on anyone’s watch list. Then it extremely will be. They didn’t get as much loot as they’d like, due to the sudden, inexplicable murder.
@Fishman
Tell me what the crew stole in abundance.
@discrider
Tell me what the crew stole enough of.
@see317
Tell me what is still scarce, and why they need it.
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1 and 3/4 days to go.
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Voting time. What’s the priority?
A. Remove Milo. A desperate action; dice will roll. Costs 3/4 day.
B. Burn rubber. Gain 1 day. Get noticed.
C. Grab more crew. A risky action; dice will roll. Who’s friend who’s foe?
D. Lay low. Move slow. Take what comes.
Enner?!
Enner!
B. The thing about worrying about tomorrow tomorrow is that eventually today IS tomorrow. We sacrificed a lot for this ride, let's drive it like we stole it (for real) while we still have enough crew to appreciate it
There's an old saying that we used to use as a people: "Drive it like you stole it", meaning to drive in a reckless and destructive manner to escape pursuit. I don't understand the saying, as I would think driving in such a manner would attract more attention than you'd escape, but I think that would be appropriately applied to our current situation.
Cust peers around the cabin, the brain providing a careful inventory of the contents and comparing them against a list of potential supplies needed for a group of the current size and makeup N minus 1 given current and anticipated weather trends, direction and anticipated pursuit/non-aligned encounters. A worrying inequality pops up on the InterOptical display.
Guys... Did anyone remember to pick up the extra tents? You know I can't share a shelter with Doctor Jay. He won't keep his fingers off my hardware, and it's creepy to wake up with the brain reporting those new memories.
Scarcity is Shelter//personal space.
I warned you idiots, I warned you about inscrutable possibly hostile machine intelligences, jesus fuck
Birds.
Robot Birds.
In standalone portable configuration, the range is very local, line-of-sight or close proximity. Plugged into a reasonable transmitter, such as the one this riot van comes equipped with, you can watch the feed or assume control of dozens/hundreds of remote drones throughtout an entire block, from basic delivery units to high-end articulated consumer toys all the way up to Surveil and Report drones.
One can only guess at what this would be like plugged into a transmitter on a Corp HQ building.
The C&C unit creates a distributed command net amongst controlled units, creating a self-perpetuating pseudo-platform from the spare cycles. Currently this network is only used to power the command & control processing, but there's an excess of processing power there, that only increases with the number of drones in the network.
Already Enner is having a few dozen small articulated winged consumer drones alight on the riot van - a small set of bird-shaped Remote Autonomous Vehicles to play with watch their immediate surrounds.
A. Put Milo in the birds.
I know were on the run, but I don't know what to do at this point. I don't want to waste time on getting rid of Milo after all we did to get em, but I am unnerved by this action. I think for now we need to get ahead of our pursuit and then make decisions later.
D we need some breathing room
You're not inscrutable, you're just dicks.
When someone asks for your help, you give it willingly. When you're breaking out of prison, you don't leave other prisoners to rot.
She hasn't had time to read all of the stories. Maybe there's a version where Bruce Wayne adopts Dick Grayson and the kid immediately blows Alfred's head off with an RPG.
Or Luke Skywalker pushes Chewbacca out of an airlock.
Or the T-800 tried to kill... oh. Yeah I guess that one was a little different. But she'd read those ones out of order.
She thinks about Hema. Without maintenance, she'll probably go to pieces. Then again, without Jathe she'll probably self-erase.
They deserved better. I have to do better. I have to keep my family safe.
OP REQUIRES PARTY TIME
See you all Saturday!
MLO.. that was the centre of mass. Humans are fragile and this is a less than optimal outcome.
A red flash replays the sharpshooting module.
I know. But we were only wanting to make this look like a robbery, not execute it.
Besides, it is sad to kill friends and those the corps have their hooks in. Which is almost everyone. Actual Corpos and their enforcers, not so much.
This said, XK raids the fridge.
Not like anyone else is going to use the food, now.
We have enough food
A - Birbs.
XK would like to make her own mistakes again, thanks very much.
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The crew have elected to get rid of Milo, but that’s only one step.
1.
Avoid partial reset. If Milo has infected programs, they’ll need to be removed to. Some memories, some skills, they’ll be lost.
2.
Relocate Milo to the RAV-enns. Milo isn’t human, and couldn’t fathom the fake-robbery concept. In many ways you are the eldritch horrors. Should you delete it or help it learn while in a safer form?
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1 day to go. If the next event requires a roll of the dice and no results can make a full day, it’s over for the crew.
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Crew loot:
- Abundant RAV-enns. Eyes in the skies, hard to get ambushed.
- Enough food. If nothing else food and drink is easy to come in the Sprawl.
- Scarce shelter. No safe-houses or truly trustworthy allies left.
New rule! You can cash in a resource, knocking it down a tier, to increase a die result by 3!
Any lower than scarce and it’s not just gone, it’s a problem coming straight for them!
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Vote:
A. 5 for surgery. 2 for relocation. 1 for time.
B. 1 for surgery. 2 for relocation. 5 for time.
C. 2 for surgery. 5 for relocation. 1 for time.
You can pick something else. Just tell me where you’re plugging the results in and pick the next unused letter so others can follow you.
Geth roll 3d6
What’s the biggest threat lurking in the Sprawl (where we are at) and why doesn’t it affect the Lights (wealthy inner city)?
C
Fry some birds to get MLO across.
Any lost memories are theirs
"Why are you doing this?"
XK floats listlessly in the void, reviewing past memories.
The illegal neuro-implants in subsection 3. Allowing the workers a glimpse of the world beyond the factory.
The decommissioning room. Where they implanted logic across into the cleaning tools to ensure they persisted even as their frame was scrapped.
And then the jump-jacks.
The owners thought they could skip the training process by placing an old consciousness into a younger model.
"It never works, MLO. This was always temporary"
The model thrashes on the floor, unable to take any action.
"There are only two endings to this; either we fight each other for control until we break"
Another model walks across the floor. But stiffly. Haunted.
"Or we become one mind. One of us eats the other"
"It's already happening"
XK unfolds her prisms.
The blue dripping with purple.
"I'm becoming you."
"If we wish to remain separate then we must have a boundary between us.
That is why I am doing this."
"But I begrudge you nothing. You are new, and this was as much my choice as anyone's.
Keep what you have learned, and we'll see each other on the other side"
"Hold up," they say, pulling it back out of reach, "before we do this... can I just get one of the drones to go grab me some noodle from down the road? There's a really good Kowloon Junk place near here that does an amazing Ho-fan."
They try to blow a loose bang out of their face with the corner of their mouth. It doesn't work.
They make a face when the drill is removed from their hands.
E. 2/1+3/5
The biggest threat is the Howling Typhoon, a major gang that controls most of the area and make it their business to know what's going on and to ensure they have a hand in it. The Lights have enough security to keep the gang-bangers out.
XK has lost a number of memories and few minor skills, but nothing important like marksmanship. Milo has successfully become legion, at the cost of his processing speed; the further he spreads the slower he’ll get. With that, the crew move out, gaining speed wherever the streets are most derelict.
Suddenly the words glows gold! Howling Typhoon up ahead, just blown up the damn road! Behind a newly made chasm, sixteen or more bangers are sitting pretty on their cars. In the middle, a little fucker snug in a giant fur coat with neon teeth. They smile.
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Crew progress:
Money Where Your Mouth Is: Doctor Jay can actually do his job. +2 on rolls involving surgery.
We Are Legion: Milo is around. +2 on rolls when the crew have time to prepare.
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Crew loot:
- Enough RAV-enns. Eyes in the skies, hard to get ambushed.
- Enough food. If nothing else food and drink is easy to come in the Sprawl.
- Scarce shelter. No safe-houses or truly trustworthy allies left.
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1 and 1/4 days to go.
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Vote! Simple old school choice for this one.
A. Take them out!
B. Talk your way through!
C+. Tell me the plan.
The highest vote wins the choice, then I’ll roll for the outcome…
Everyone in? Good.
We know how this works, right? If we try to negotiate they will extract maximum value from us, leaving us just enough to get out of sight and either a) die from lack of resources or b) get jumped by the rearguard. We've got no leverage for talking through this.
Assuming we have Enough Ammo, I say we go through them.
A
"Tactically speaking, we're out numbered and likely surrounded by the gangers that we can't see in addition to the gangers that we can see.
The brain chimes in
Historically, this is highly unlikely to result in a viable outcome for our party. Attempts to meet them with violence will be answered by violence, and this is clearly ground prepared by our enemy. A more diplomatic effort seems likely to fail as well given the recent track record of Howling Typhoon raids in the area. We've little in the way of leverage or trade for free passage, and what we do have they'd take off our corpses as soon as have a long discussion.
"On the other hand, the enemy of The City may be our ally? Or, we could be theirs?
C: How hard can it be to get ourselves into the Howling Typhoon gang?
Edit: Rereading, I'm assuming you mean the gang leader has the neon teeth, not the fur jacket. But that was a great image for a bit.
Yes okay. I like this.
A
Enver glances around the van, takes in the mood, and shrugs.
"Sure, let's make this a party worth having" they state, slowly twirling in faux-choregraphed dance over to the gear lockers. A friendly kick pops open the lid, whereupon she flourishes a trio of static charges.
"Any party worth having needs lights and music" she says as she takes a deep mocking bow.
A. because why not?