McSnickers Dickerson, Acolyte of the Omnissiah and now a member of the Station Recovery Team. Now instead of being the probably cause for all the stations falling apart, his job is to go save Space Stations that are already falling apart. Yeah, this is probably the best place for a man like Snickers who has recently turned himself into a murder machine would be in. McSnickers DickersonStandard SkillsSocial Skills>Authority: 10>Fellowship: 50>Conspiracy: 25 Intellectual Skills>Technology: 40>Machines: 10>Atmospherics: 0>Chemistry: 0>Biology: 25Physical Skills>Weapon Skill: 80>Ballistics Skill: 45>Mental Integration: 75Mystic Skills>Magic: 25>Faith: 40>Blue Space: 0Unbound Stats>Wealth: 0>Military Power: 0>Prestige and Clout: 0Novice: 10Apprentice: 25Adept: 50Expert: 75Master: 100
The attacks were quick, but thanks to my new systems I nimbly dodged the attack and gave the fellow an uppercut right through the jaw. There was a nice crink that went through my gloves, however the man was not out for the count and he went back at me with another barrage. [Weapons Skill Success]The next few attacks I raised his glove and blocked my new hydrolics holding back the onslaught as I thought about the next course of attack. Even without my extra arms I saw an easy opening and gave the fellow a sucker punch right into the stomach. There was a nice wave of pressure carried through the body, and soon he collapsed onto his knees. “Damn those are some upgrades brother!” The man said as I helped him up, “You are probably done here, I’d call you a pro if it was not for your cheating.” “Look man, maybe you should join Nanotrasen.” I joked to him while patting him on the shoulder, “Then you will see what kind of hell I go through to earn this machinery.” “Being shot up by several guns by those mother fuckers, no thanks man.” The man joked while rubbing his stomach, “Yeah no, I prefer to have all my limbs intact.” “Yeah I would not wish my battles upon anyone.” I told the fellow while letting him go, “You guys still don’t mind if I come here? Its kinda nice and those gyms at Nanotrasen are too sanitary.”“Hmph, says the robot.” The fellow laughed while giving a nod, “None of the guys really mind, maybe with those new brains of yours you can help us get better at boxing.”“Sounds pretty fun.” I laughed, “Well I got to get going Chad, see your stinking ass.” “Same.” He said while giving me a wave. It was pretty odd, just walking out of the gym without taking a shower and shit. Normally my systems would have at least gotten more oil and shit around it, and before that I was a fucking sweaty human. Now I was a lean mean fighting machine who has four arms. There are a few things I should probably head too, and with a fun of a few hundred credits to my name I might as well spend them.>Check out the black Market>Go see Kazreich at the Bar>The Mechanicus
>>4705738>Go see Kazreich at the BarWe did promise to grab a beer with him.
>>4705738>Go see Kazreich at the Bar
>>4705738>Go see Kazreich at the Bar>Check out the black MarketThen go see some goodis
If nobody else saves thread 4.5 I will put Megadeth Lyrics in the description.
Time to see the Lizard>>4705846>>4705883>>4705922
Taking the trolley over, there was really only one place I wanted for the moment. While I probably needed to visit the Mechanicus outpost eventually, I really wanted to go see a friend who I might have bashed the brains out of. Arriving at the bar, the place was quite well lit. I guess the Lizard really likes his new age shit, as walking in the place was covered in neon and shit, however I was a little surprised not to see any stripper poles anywhere. Restraint. Or maybe the Lizard folk don’t actually care for the art of sexual entertainment. While everyone was giving me some kind of stink eye, the one who gave me a wave was sitting at the counter with a devilish smile, “Hey Sssnickers! Nice to see you made it!” “Same here Kazreich.” I said while taking a seat next to the fellow, “So I am guessing they cloned you?” “Yeah, ssseemsss the station was lost thanksss to those zombiesss after the nukies.” He admitted while scratching the back of his head, “Though you got sssome new tin.” “I was pretty lucky.” I admitted while giving a shrug, “I got some work done for Nanotrasen, and they turned me into a killer robot.”“Hmm, thatsss the thing.” Kazreiched said while raising a finger, “You weren’t there when we were all being cloned. Were you ssstill on the station?”I gave a slight chuckle, “I might have been, you know how cloning works. You forget a few things here and there, though I remember bashing your brains in.”“Oh, sssorry if I tried to eat yoursss out.” he laughed while shaking his head, “How about a drink for your trouble?”“Sure, though, make it something tasty.” I told the fellow while shaking my head, “I don’t think I have a liver or actual blood anymore.”“You heard him, bartender!.” The lizard said as I noticed he was slightly swashed, “Two drinksss over here.”>See if Snickers can actually get drunk>Meet some new people>Start a betting pool of who can beat Snickers in an arm wrestle
>>4706284>See if Snickers can actually get drunk
>>4706284>See if Snickers can actually get drunkIm curious.
I don't see why they'd remove our liver when we shoved a mix of blood and oil onto our system before being rescued from the last station. Maybe we'll need stronger liquor for a modified liver or similar system?
“Make that five drinks!” I yelled while getting out a few credit sticks, “I want to see if I can get my ass drunk.”“Understood tin man.” The Bartender said while putting out a pair of fruity colored drinks infront of me and Kazreich. “Cheersss Sssnickersss.” Kazreich said while bringing his drink up. “Cheers you damned lizard.” I said as we taped our glasses. So we started to drink, and I’ll be damned I was not feeling much of anything. However I could not help but laugh as Kazreich was slowly becoming worse and worse, though I will admit ten drinks in the Lizard was holding out against me. “Tsssk.” he slithered as predator eyes looked over me, “Yoos are fucking fucked.”“Tell me about it Lizard.” I said while taking another shot of liquor, “The taste of this shit is not really changing.”“Hehehe, to think being a robot would have itssss problemsssss.” He said while patting me on the back, “Fufu, yousss are fucked.”“You’ve already said that Kazreich.” I said with a small bit of lethargy. As I started to regret some decision in my life, the sound of chairs being quickly moved rang into my ears. I could feel someone’s anger coming onto my ass, and damn it was going to be annoying when I looked over my shoulder. Standing there was a pretty muscular man, whose cheeks were flushed like the drunkard he was. He was already cracking his knuckles as he looked down upon me, “Hey you four armed freak, why the hell you here?”“Hanging out with a friend.” I answered while pointing over to a nearly passed out Kazreich, “Any problems with that?”“You mocking us normal people you robot piece of shit.” He said while reaching towards me, “I should teach you a lesson.”>Give the man a beating of a life time. >Dare him to a drinking contest, maybe we can knock him out that way>An arm wrestle against him to prove your strength>Talk your way out of it
>>4706570>An arm wrestle against him to prove your strengthHes shitfaced, we are not going to talk our way completely out of it I feel, and us drinking is partially what pissed him off.4-armed tin can with combat frame beating up a drunk fleshbag does not makes us or mechanicus at large look good.Lets just talk him into an arm wrestle, he will use one arm and we will use one arm, it will be fair in that way. Also, we are not superstrong(failed to pry open airlock barehanded), so he may even have a chance of winning. I will be an interesting test of our ability I think.
>>4706570>An arm wrestle against him to prove your strength.Best way I can think of to prove to him it would end badly if we fought.
Arm wrestle him>>4706601>>4706779Someone wanna roll a d100, I just wanna see how you do.
“Alright partner, you think you can fight me.” I said while walking up to the fellow, “Well why don’t we do something a little bit more civilized instead.”The man’s face quickly went to confusion, “What the hell are you talking about tin man?”“An arm wrestle, something us men have done since ancient times.” I laughed while picking up an arm to him. [Fellowship Success]“Hmm, you know what, sure.” He said while slowly walking himself onto the table, “Give me one of your damn arms and lets get this going.” I of course obliged him, his friends coming over to watch as Kazreich just feel face first on the table. I could feel the pistons in my arm strengthen as I reached forward and grabbed the other fellow’s arm. “Best two out of three?” I asked while tightening my grip. “Hehe, you wont even make it to the second.” He laughed as we started. This man was pretty strong, and I could feel my pistons start to operate as we fought. Slowly the man made his way towards against me, though I had not engaged all of my systems. [Mental Integreation Success]With a grind of the pistons I slammed his fist to the other direction, slamming it into the table. “Ah damn it!” He yelled while shaking his hand, “Almost had ya mother fucker.” “Well you didn’t, and I still have my hand.” I joked while testing out my limbs, “Remember I said two out of three.”The man’s eyes narrowed, before soon grabbing my limb and giving it another go. Once again he was pushing me back, however before my pistons could retaliate the man slammed my hand into the table. “Ha, beat ya.”“Only once, you gotta do it twice.”“Oh I am going to get you for that.” He said while grabbing my limb again. >Roll d100, aim low, Bo3Also, for standard voting. >Help Kazreich to his home>Go over to the Mechanicus, the Magos is probably waiting for ya>Hang out with this dumbass, stupid things might be happening.
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>4707155>Help Kazreich to his homeWhat are friends for if not bar assistance?
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>4707155Lets us roll!After this is done>Help Kazreich to his homeBros never leave eachother, then>Go over to the Mechanicus, the Magos is probably waiting for ya
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>4707213+1
Help him home than >>4707213>>4707243Just hang out with Kazreich>>4707164
>>4707614I thought taking him home was bar assistance, kek.
Rolled 45 (1d100)Rolling
I could quickly feel my pistons cry as we started the battle of strength. It seems even drunk the fellow realized that I was only able to build up enough strength to counter him. However I quickly started up the machine spirits and got them to budge a good strength against them. We were like this for about 5 seconds, neck and neck, however he was made of flesh and I was machine. For every moment that passed, I got closer and closer to getting the upper hand. And that I did, as my hand slammed his into the table!“Gah, damn it!” He cried out while rubbing his injured limb, “I almost had ya, damn it.”“Yes you did, and even when drunk you were able.” I said while getting out of my seat and walking towards Kazreich, “Well it was nice playing with you, but I need to get a friend home.”The man did not say anything, as really he did lose a fight that should have been a more easy win for him. In a few moments I got Kazreich lifted up using my right two arms, dragging the drunken Lizard home like a large bag of potatoes. That of course took most of the night, I will admit, but in the end I was able to move from there and drop the fellow off at Nanotrasen’s dormitories. With that done, and the time nearing one, I made my way back onto the trolley and towards the Mechanicus. It was kinda odd walking through the streets at one o’clock in the morning. The streets were much more empty than they were a few moments ago, as whatever nightlife was occuring disappeared around midnight itself. However as always, the doors that blocked out the common ravel from the majestic powers of the mechanicus were lit and tightly sealed. I sighed, taking out an Identification Card and allowing the nearby machine to detect it. [The Magos is expecting you.] The machine said as the doors before me opened up. With a sigh I entered in, the place looking quite industrial from the last time I was here. It was kinda funny, compared to the bar I was actually enjoying the look of this place better. Maybe the machines were getting to my brain too much. In a matter of time I arrived at the Magos’s office, heading in as I was already invited by the door machine. [Acolyte, you already know what you owe me.] The mass of machinery said as I got before him. [I do, Magos.] And with that I placed 200 credits upon his desk.[Good, you remembered.] He said almost joyfully while taking the credits and inserting them into his body, [Now I believe there is some things we need to talk about.]>Support for the coming missions. >Why is there a minor espionage war between mechanicus and Nanotrasen. >Further one’s career as a tech priest.
>>4707653>Further one’s career as a tech priest.
>>4707653>Further one’s career as a tech priest.I feel like getting better in tune with our own bodies machine spirits can only benefit us.
Further one's Career>>4707691>>4707710
[Yes, I have completed your mission with my life firmly intact against all odds.] I told the Magos with a soft humming of machinery, [You said before this could be my chance to move forward in the Mechanicus.][Indeed I have…] He said while processing some systems, [You are no longer a researcher though, and have been transferred to a rescue team due to the amount of damage you have caused.][Yes, Magos, your hypothesis was right in that I am a magnet for trouble.] I admitted to the fellow, since in the end I lost that damned bet. [The Motor Force seems to act in that direction] He agreed while nodding, [Now we have several options, as you are in a more combat role now. However, that does not keep away from the studies you are to attend.][Studies? Are you suggesting I become an actual tech priest?][That is something to consider.] He admitted with a slight buzz, [You have shown to have a compatibility with machines that is uncommon in the rabble below us, however your constant fights with death have given you more experience than some Skitarii.] [So how is this to be decided?] I asked the Magos while taking some cautious steps forward, [I find it hard to believe that you will leave the decision to a simpleton like me.][You are correct, there are rituals for us to determine your fate in our organization.] He clarified while tapping the table, [But with that in mind, we are required by the decision algorithm to record what it is you are interested in.][So my choices are to become a Skitarii or a Tech-Priest?][Indeed, though you are not just limited in those two.] The man machine clarified as his eyes focused, [Recently we have noticed oddities in the universe not bound to the machines, but man. We scarcely know these, thus it is our goal to learn more.] >Become a full fledge Tech-Priest>A Skitarii against mankind is the best you can do>A Tech-Priest Inquisitor, for the grimdark comes.
>>4708111>A Tech-Priest Inquisitor, for the grimdark comes.
>>4708111> A Skitarii against mankind is the best you can doSorry, but they're just so cool.
Anyone going to be the tie breaker or should I let this go overnight?
I'm not changing. I want to be the first Alpha Primus Haldron-44 Stroika. We already have the 4 arms and self reloading pistol.
>>4708402Well we can leave this over night. This is kinda a big decision.
>>4708111>A Skitarii against mankind is the best you can doHell ye
>>4708111>Become a full fledge Tech-Priest
I finally found a 4 armed Skitarii Alpha!
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Skitarii>>4708195>>4708801Full Priest>>4708801The Inquisitor Mode>>4708148Awesome>>4708820>>4708827>>4708833
[I want to become a Skitarii.] I told the priest as my systems began to prepare themselves, [I am already built for combat, I see no reason why I should neglect that.][Then that will be submitted into the Algorithm.] The Magos answered while he slowly rose from his seat, [Take the coming tour of yours as practice, by the time you return the algorithm will have completed and we will know of your future.][I understand, thank you Magos.][Then leave me, I have a meeting coming up.] The Machine-Man ordered with a wave of his hand. With that I left the place, the night progressing closer to three in the morning now. Normally I would be sleeping right now, but in all honesty sleep was just a fallacy of mortality I kept clinging too. Well that and I get really fucking bored at night. So I walked, my eyes searching through the shadows with their almost clear sight. It seemed that ontop of many other modifications my sight was augmented, and I could see almost clear as day in the darkness. Yeah, that was pretty handy. Soon I got back on the trolley, a few people giving me a few weird looks. However none of them really wanted to fight me, since I was by all definitions a fucking murder machine that will kill them all if they try something really stupid. Soon I arrived at my home, with Weed looking a little mopy as he was likely processing a whole bunch of organic matter at the moment. I took a stretch, and while I could sleep there were other things I could do to round out the night. >Tinker with your body, see what kinda things they added and removed>Make a pet project, like a super powered gun>Eh, just go to sleep>Read up on some lore>Research what the fuck Blue Space even is
>>4708997>Get a little high so MacArthur can help us out a couple points into authority.
See if you can even get high>>4709131
With a little sigh I moved towards the counter, picking up an old joint and sitting myself on the sofa. Its been a little while since I’ve had some weed, most of the time I have been smoking my damned Cigars. You know, since nothing else seems to take care of that itch within my heart. Yeah my addiction of Nicotine seemed to have gone way too far. So with a lighter I lit the cig, the smell of weed going through my respiratory systems. I could feel the machines slowly ease themselves at a perceived sacrifice, however I did not feel anything. Nope, not a single fucking thing. My only guess was that I was close to immune to it, as I am like twenty percent sure that they removed my actual oxygen intake. Yeah, now that I thought about it, I think they mentioned something about preparing my body for traveling into space. I mean, yes it would be nice not needing an Oxygen tank everytime in life, but here I am losing my basis of humanity. I can’t get high and talk to MacArthur, but instead I am stuck in this material world as an ageless machine. “Ugh, you picked a fine time to start smoking.” From the floor weed started to move, his form so large that I had to change out his pot lest he broke it. “I was looking for a little bit of ages gone, sadly I’m fucked in that department.” I answered the Weed while taking in a little bit more smoke. “Hmph, well the time is almost here for your next trip buddy.” The plant said while looking me up and down, “You want to take a piece of me this time so you don’t die alone?” >Sure, since you are big enough to take care of yourself. >No, these trips are probably the worst to take ya on. >Just some more Cigs is fine.
>>4708820>>4708827>>4708833Bro, this is just a vanguard alpha painted like shit, and with no basing, and an illegal loadout
>>4709503>No, these trips are probably the worst to take ya on.>Contemplate a different sort of weed mixture. Perhaps if in a different medium like liquid or solid, the machines within can process it to get a high where smoking fails? Chemically?
>>4709503>Sure, since you are big enough to take care of yourself.
Try to figure out what how to get high as a robot>>4709598Sure!>>4709684Damn, I need to be the tie breaker as I actually know what I want to go overnight.
“Hmm, I can’t really say Weed.” I told the fellow with a shrugging of the shoulders, “I’d love to take you, but I’m joining the rescue teams. That means we will not have any time to actually talk to one another.” “Fine fine, I see how it is.” The plant said while shaking his head that acted as his head, “How about you get my ass on there after you get to know your team.”“I can see about that, but you know how hard that can be.” I answered while placing the cig on the counter, “Kinda a pity I cannot get high anymore. You think if I turn it into a slurry and dumped it directly into my blood would it work?”“Sounds pretty crazy.” the plant admitted while looking at me, “You’re trying really hard to get that high arn’t ya?”“Yes, yes I am.” I told him while thinking about it for another moment, “Now that I think about it, even dumping it into my bloodstream will fail since my body will just purge it. Maybe I should just shut that down.”“What happens if you do that?”“Dunno, probably get poisoned by my own body since metal and brains don’t mix terribly well.” I said while shrugging my shoulders, “However I have not written it off.”“Man you people are crazy, but not as crazy as my creator.” The plant laughed while shaking his head. I was about to say something, but then I heard a small buzzing from the counter nearby. “Seems your time isa coming.” The plant said while firming himself back up. Indeed it was, as my team was chosen. >Blue Emergency Response Team>Red Emergency Response Team>Peace Keeper Force>Amber Task Force>Inquisitor Team>Janitorial TeamSo you know what each are: https://wiki.yogstation.net/wiki/Emergency_Response_Team
>>4710154>Red Emergency Response Team
>>4710154actually fuck it let's do inq everything we've seen so far is standard syndies switching to >inquisitor
>>4710154>Inquisitor TeamWoo hoo!Shame we couldn't take weed bro.
I really think we need to, I'd not get the weed plant to botanist, a bit of time in the sun.
“I’ve been signed up for the… Inquisitor Emergency Response Team?” I felt something was missing so I read it over a couple of extra times, “What the hell is an Inquisitor Emergency Response Team!?”The plant simply shrugged his veiny arms, “Can’t say, never heard of shit like that. Anything else in the letter?”“Yeah, seems they want me in about an hour, ass holes.” I said while shaking my head, “If I was not a robot, I would be trying to strangle their necks for waking me up so early.”“Well then I’ll see ya in another week chap.” Weed said with a small chuckle, “Don’t get yourself eaten up by demons.”“Yeah yeah, I gotcha.” I answered before going about and getting my ass ready. Within about half an hour I was already out the door, a small box of cigars in my bag and a slightly annoyed manner. It was not long, as I soon traveled my ass to the launching bay. Many times before I would be loaded into one of these and be sent directly towards the station, however this time was different. My commands were to load my ass on this damned thing and head straight for Centcom’s satellite station. Now I have been here a few times to be debriefed, but the scale of the place is never lost on me. It was about the size of a town in space, but instead of being a place people just and moved out of this place was running a multi-trillion credit enterprise with the sole objective of developing future technology and exploring the vast regions of space. Soon our shuttle launched, sending us towards the massive complexe in space. Luckily once the original launch was done, we were welcomed to walk around the shuttle just like you would any ordinary shuttle. So I took a moment and looked around at the people also loaded with me, someone to talk to would be nice for the ride up. >You know, that business suit fellow probably knows a few things>Fellow with a chiseled chin looking to be a leader type. >Is that a follower of Space Jesus, time to have fun yelling theology at him>Is that a cute girl over there?>Stay in the corner and be mysterious machine man.
>>4710788>Is that a cute girl over there?We may be a machine but we ARE a man. Plus there's been an uncharacteristically low amount of waifu's for one of your quest this time around.
>>4710788>Is that a cute girl over there?I hope she’s terrifying and on our team. We could pair up with her on missions.>Ah yes, you see a multi-limbed mechanical combat monstrosity before you and fear it, as all men should. But allow me to state I am the “good cop” in this scenario. My cute partner here is the “bad cop”. I am certain this is confusing and you don’t understand. I can equally assure you, in no uncertain terms, that true understanding of our distinctions would her to break you. So let’s get off on a good foot together, eh?
Cute girl over there>>4710869>>4710957
Alright then, for a little fun, post a pic of what you all want her to look like and I will build a character around it. First post gets to pick.
You guys have like 5 minutes for this joke before I perform it myself.
While there were people who I would probably want to talk to, there was one person who caught my eye right away. I may have lost my fleshy bits by becoming a robot, but I still long for differnt kind of relationships from people. Also I have been dealing with men for way too long recently. So I got out of my seat and walked my way towards the girl who was looking out the window. Of course my approach was not very stealthy, so the gal turned within moments to notice my approach. With a smile I extended one of my hands to her with as much of a smile as I could make, “Hello there miss, names McSnickers. Its a pleasure to meet ya.”“Echo.” She said while looking at my hand for a moment, “You are a Preternis, interesting.”“Is that the scientific name for people like me?” I asked the fellow with a smile, “I prefer to be labeled as a Sklitarii or Acolyte.”Her brows furrowed as she thought about what I said, “Is there a reason for you wanting to be called that?”“Those are the likely titles I’ll be holding as a member of the Mechanicus, you know, those giant robot people you see preaching about the machine being better than the flesh.” I said with a joking hum in my voice. “They are not wrong, but also not right too.” She answered with a small spark in her eyes, “People’s bodies these days are easy to repair and manipulate, and can be properly cloned unlike yourself.” “Stating facts are we?” I answered while shaking my head, “Guess you are not wrong there, even from my experience as a Robotcist it seems really easy to just replace people’s bodies with machines and the like. You trained in the medical field?” “Yes, I have served Nanotrasen as a Paramedic. You were a Roboticist?”“You can say, honestly these days my job description is a mess.” I said with a small laugh. >Ask why she is heading to Centcom>Trade ol’ war stories. >See if she can help Snickers to get high as fuck
>>4711255>>Trade ol’ war stories.Work that fellowship attribute.Missed the prompt for a pic, but I like the one you went with.
>>4711255>Trade ol’ war stories.
Pic related is Snickers' end on this path of his. He was a Clown that became Roboticist AdMech, and at the final climax once the truth is revealed after all his machine augs caused him to be a walking force of unstoppable havoc, the greatest joke of all will cause him to become Clown again. Ain't that funny guys?
>>4711255>Trade ol’ war stories.Shame I was asleep for Waifu selection but let's see where this rolls.>Do not mention the nuke.
I just realized that with all the shit that went sideways last mission, our shit (the tesla ball) was never one of them.Pat on the back everyone, we succeeded as a Project Director.
Old War Stories>>4711352>>4711421>>4711563 - Yup, bravo y'all.
>>4711622Hmm? Seems funny enough, we will see what happens.
“So, I take it you were on a few stations before coming here, how’d those turn out?” I asked with a happy buzz. “Most were fine.” She answered with a rather straight fact, “However I had trouble on one of the stations. We had a few aliens attempt to take over the ship.” “Oh, well since you are here and remember it how did it end up?”“I was able to capture one of them and brainwash him.” She said while giving the slightest of smirks, “Once we did that, they were easy to capture and take into xenology to be researched. Yourself?”“Had a few fights, latest one was fighting off a series of nukies and surviving their attempt to cleanse the station of all life. Was able to make it and got my ass back to Centcom.” “Interesting, how did they try to cleanse the station?” She asked while tilting her head. “I’m afraid that is classified, I think.” I told the fellow as we arrived at Centcom, “Well it was a pleasure meeting you Echo.” With that we both got off the shuttle and made our way through the hallways. However it took about five hallways for me to notice, “May I ask where are you going?” “I have been ordered to join an Emergency Response Team.” She answered as we passed through an airlock. “Inquisitorial?” “Yes, you are part of it too?” “Yes I am, lets get along then!” I said while giving a thumbs up. “Yes,” She said before a glimmer went through her eyes. I actually felt a small shiver go through my spine as I saw it, as I am pretty sure she just thought of doing something to me. Yes, she is capable of brainwashing. Maybe she is curious about what I denied to tell her. Soon we arrived in a Chapel, an odd looking one for sure. It was only a moment later that I noticed the other person in the room was kinda similar another fellow I saw earlier. I could not place my tongue on it, but damn it was something. However across the room was a very proper looking fellow talking to a series of other officials talking to them. With the heavy armor they were wearing, damn I felt like they were going to be important.>Talk to the roughly recognizable fellow>Just keep chatting with Echo>See who the person on the far end is>And if you guys want, give me pictures of what these two people look like.
>>4711655>Talk to the roughly recognizable fellow let's stick with the growing 40k theme.
I said I would if nobody did it. Here you go.http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Badmin%20QM
I grew a little curious, seeing as the fellow looked to be far past whatever his prime was. If I had to be the one to guess, the fellow’s armor might have been the only thing keeping his upright and standing. Curiosity had gotten me, so I approached the fellow. He was pretty quick to notice my approach, turning to face me before I made it half way across the room. He took a few looks over me, and then broke a smile. “Ah, you must be the muscle the Mechanicus has promised us.” The fellow said with a small cheeriness in his voice, “McSnickers, wasn’t it?” “Yup, thats my name.” I said to him trying to mimic his cheeriness, “May I ask what is yours, sir?”“Maximus,” He said before walking past me, “It would be rude just to talk to you, so lets bring everyone over for our first briefing.” I gave the fellow a steady nod, even if I was kinda put down by his sorta rejection. He called out to the others, a smile greeting the other two as they approached. “Hello everyone, and welcome to Epsilon Team.” The fellow cheered while patting his chest, “Name is Maximis, and I will be your commander for the coming few months. I’ve been a Captain on serval stations in the past, with a seventy five percent survival rate whenever shit hits the fan. Why don’t we each introduce ourselves.”The next one of course was Echo, who did not really mind the sudden spout of attention, “I am Echo, a paramedic for both stations and mining facilities. I have had experience in revival surgery and body reconstruction techniques.” The next was the fellow who was holding his head, who I finally realized who he was, “Father Oscar of the Space Catholic Church. Ugh, sorry guys my head is fucked since this morning.”With that it was my turn to introduce myself. “Hello there, Names Snickers, and I…”>Am a magnet for trouble on all the space stations I am on>An Acolyte of the Mechanicus>Previously a clown, now a killer robot>Premiere researcher who gets into trouble too many times.
>>4712315>Arms maker, technician, Close combat specialist, and Acolyte of the Cult Mechanicus.>I've mostly fought syndicate agents and a Blob before being reassigned.
>>4712315>>4712346>+1Also toss in>This’ll be a slight change of pace. I’ve always started out in research for my assignments and been in combat by the end of them.Basically the same as the trouble magnet, but definitively NOT taking any blame for things catching fire around us. It’s the universe that’s at fault, not us.
“Hello everyone, names Snickers. I’ve been an arms maker, close combat specialist, and Acolyte of the Mechanicus.” I said with a shaking of the head, “This’ll be a change of pace, as I always started out doing some research for Nanotrasen. Things I end up fighting for my life by the end.” “Interesting, interesting, well I am happy you are all here.” The Man announced while walking towards the front of the room, “Now as you all understand, your job is to assist me in the clearing of those not of our universe.” “Like, demons?” The drunkard answered as he held his head in pain. “Indeed!” The commander laughed while giving a short laugh, “Not what I am about to tell you is a Class 10 Secret, the things that can possibly harm the universe.” A display came up, showing a giant ten with gears behind them. Within it had a the words ‘Existential Threat’ in big letters. “You all should feel honored, because clearance for this information is mainly reserved for the Death Squad and Chairmen of the Cooperation.” He laughed while standing before the screen, “Now as Father Oscar said, our purpose is to fight demons. These come in many forms, and of these forms we are ignorant of most thanks to both the high security clearance, and the fact these events happen the Death Squad wipes all records of it.”The screen shifted to that of a spaceship, “Our job is to be on standby in the middle of space, watching for signs of the enemy. If there are rumors of an event, we are to go investigate the event and eliminate the targets. Questions?”“So we will not have a clear objective?” Echo took him up on the questioning. “No we will not, and you all might as well get used to each other because its going to be one hell of a week. We will only leave early if we are lucky and something requires our response.” He laughed while walking before the screen, “Any others?”>Uh, how the fuck are we suppose to fight them?>So we are like a dormant submarine, but in space. Can’t we like go to space bars and shit?>*Write in*
>>4712982>What observation equipment have we been given to handle this task?>Uh, how the fuck are we suppose to fight them? I can't shank spirit to death with a makeshift spear.
“Uh, yeah right here.” I said while raising my hand a little cautiously, “How exactly are we going to watch all these stations? We got some special equipment or something?” The man gave a firm nod and a smile to my answer, “Yes, of course, well you see we will be listening in on their frequencies. While radios cannot really escape the system without much delay, we can comfortably monitor our region and know within 15 minutes if something diabolical is happening there or not.”“So, we are just a listening outpost?” “That is the case, of course we will also recieved direct communications within a few light years from our location if the captian sends out a distress call.” He answered while a smile, “I feel you got another one, shoot.” “Yeah, you have me, how exactly are we going to fight them?”“Glad you asked, as it is time to use to make our way towards the armory!” He said in a chipper tone before turning about and walking towards one of the opening doors. We all followed him, and I quickly counted my blessings and thanked the Omnissiah as I looked over the arsenal of weapons and guns that were available to us. Ranging from a series of high energy laser guns to the destructive power of numerous laser swords. “Of course our greatest weapons against the horde of Cultist is going to be the use of Holy Water to cure them of their illness, however baring that we are given weapons only the worst of HoSs would want. So come on and grab yourselves some weapons.”>Go for the heavy killer melee build>Get as many guns are you can carry, which is six I believe. >A mixed build should do well here>Make your own custom build *I get to decide if its OP or not, though Syndicate Equipment is authorized*
>>47133991 blessed fire extinguisher, one energy sword, a spare energy sword for our pocket, pulse carbine because stun option. Mateba emergency handgun because I like his gun designs And it's available on tg station.
>>4713399>Make your own custom build *I get to decide if its OP or not, though Syndicate Equipment is authorized*
>>4713444>>4713442>Make your own custom build *I get to decide if its OP or not, though Syndicate Equipment is authorized*>1 blessed fire extinguisher, one energy sword, a spare energy sword for our pocket, pulse carbine because stun option. Mateba emergency handgun because I like his gun designs And it's available on tg station.replace the holy water extinguisher with just a straight up actual chem sprayer.
>>4713483I'll agree>Replace fire extinguisher with holy water filled chem sprayer.>>4713442>Keep the rest.
>>4713399>Make your own custom build *I get to decide if its OP or not, though Syndicate Equipment is authorized*>1 holy water chem sprayer, one energy sword, a spare energy sword for our pocket, pulse carbine because stun option. Mateba emergency handgun because I like his gun designs And it's available on tg station.>>4713442>>4713444>>4713483>>4713506>Clown slips Snickers>steals the chem sprayer>yakety saxes away>comes back several several posts later>chem sprayer is now space lubeYou just know its gonna happen
>>4713601Space lube? not Deepfrier oil?Don't tell me you haven't heard the one about the clown frying the armory.
>>4713907These are the same fellows who never heard of the Fire Extinguisher Exploit.
>>4713907>>4713910I only played /vg/, all other servers are in league with the cancerous people
Since it was open season on weapons I started grabbing a variety of arms and armaments. First thing I grabbed was a chem sprayer, which was going to be filled up with some good ol’ Holy Water whenever I get the chance. That of course was followed up with grabbing myself a pair of Laser Swords and stuffing them into my backpack. There of course was the Pulse Rifle, the weapon giving a soft hum as it rested within the hand of a member of the mechanicus.Lastly I grabbed myself a nice sized pistol, the weapon a pretty good size as it rested within my hand. It had pretty good weight, and I could feel its strongth as I stowed it away into my pocket. I looked over to my fellow, the Space Priest grabbing a small bottle of pills and downing quite a few of them in one gulp. After that, he went around getting his ass a few armaments such as a laser rifle and a couple of batons. Echo seemed to grow a slight smile as she lifted what looked to be the weirdest gun I have ever seen. It was only when I saw her pouring some chemicals into it that I realized what exactly it was. It was a god damned syringe gun. As we stowed the weapons the man upfront seemed to have a smug look on his face, “Don’t forget to get your armors, everyone.” I looked over and indeed there was a few pieces of armor resting on the rack. However I shook my head as I looked at it, “There’s no four armed versions?”“Hmm, that is a grave oversight, however I was told you are built for space and armored already.”“Havn’t really gotten a chance to try.” I admitted while patting my chest, “Guess we are making our way towards the ship now?” “Indeed, if you would please follow me to your station.” The man happily said while walking through an airlock. I did as was asked, the other two soon following after me as we saw a modestly sized ship. It kinda reminded me of the Syndicate ship that I had stolen, however it was obviously built not for frontal combat. “Alright everyone, if you wish come look around the station. We are launching in fifteen.” The old man announced while walking his way towards the bridge. >Check out the Bridge>Head over to the Medical area>Maybe the engineering wing has some tools for Snickers>The brig should probably be checked on first>Check out the communications bay
>>4713930>Maybe the engineering wing has some tools for Snicker
>>4713930>Maybe the engineering wing has some tools for SnickersCan you say modified stun baton?
Given permission to do whatever the hell we want, I made my way towards the engineering wing of the shuttle. You know, since I can start fucking with all the pieces of equipment I grabbed a few minutes ago. As I walked in I was welcomed with quite the awe inspiring sight of equipment. The first thing of course to catch my eye was the numerous batteries that were attached to the systems, with a modest sized PAC-MAN hanging out in the corner. I’m a little bit of an amature when it comes to things like this, but my guess is that we are to use the PAC-MAN whenever we start to lose too much power on the shuttle. Though that is also a pretty big waste on the system from my basic knowledge. I wonder if we just sap electricity from the nearest station? While that was the power for this shuttle, what quickly caught my eye was the Autolathe and ExoSuit maker. It was almost like they wanted me to make state of the art weapons and arm giant machines with them. I scrolled through the systems, taking a look at all the machines I could build while I am here. First thing to catch my eye was of course the Durand, which looks to be some kind of armored support unit that woulda benefitted me a long time ago. However as I was looking I noticed something called a Psionic Brain. Clicking a few more times and I felt my heart lurch a little as I looked at the information about it. Due to the amount of people willing to become Borgs is low, the Psionic Brain is designed to mimic enough of the human brain that it is counted as a real, intelligent AI.Damn, that actually sounds pretty useful. I wonder what I can make the damned AI even do with the right coding or laws? I could maybe turn it into a Paladin using the Paladin Ruleset with ease, which would assist in us smiting evil! Then again, would be fun modifying one of my weapons to make them stronger. >Make a damned mech!>Build a few borgs to try out this new technology (Don’t think the Mechanicus would be against it in this universe… yet.”>Experiment with your own weaponry
>>4714373>Build a few borgs to try out this new technology (Don’t think the Mechanicus would be against it in this universe… yet.”ERT borgs are no joke
>>4714373>Build a few borgs to try out this new technology (Don’t think the Mechanicus would be against it in this universe… yet.)>Set them up with position tracking to serve as extra eyes for finding the cult.
Building a Buddy!>>4714404>>4714652
Since the opportunity presented itself, I quickly started pressing the buttons on the machine and started my work on making a new borg unit. There were no changes from the last few times I did this, taking the head and chest and putting their materials into them. Though I did not have much of a problem doing that, I noticed something on the display that quickly caught my attention. Combat Module.It seemed pretty straight forward, but it was still odd as hell to me that we actually had this implemented for a Borg unit. I guess since we are more of a military operation that this option would be given to us. So I printed out the unit and threw it into the rest of the Borg’s body. Head, chest, arms, and legs were all attached to the system. With a few presses the machine spirits that inhabited the borg were prepared to accept their new vessel. Said vessel of course was being printed right now. The cube was a weird looking thing, a brownish blob that hummed a soft tone and carried with it a yellowish color. I took a look over the machine, seeing the small little buttons and rivets that covered the system. There was of course a big button on it, so with a smile I pressed it and the entire cube stated to flash a little bit of yellow. I guess in a few moments it will be ready to place into a Borg unit, which means that I need to get the damned laws set up!>Paladin Lawset!>Modified Paladin, so it obeys the Omnissiah!>Give it a Corperate Lawset>Tyrant>Make up your own!
There was really no reason to do anything other than a Paladin Lawset. While I would love to make it subservient to the Omnissiah, there is no reason for me to go for any other form of programming when it came to the damned machine. So with those thoughts in mind, I pressed the button and got my hands on the Paladin Ruleset. All I needed to do was submit the ruleset into the things chest and now it is obeying the laws of smiting evil. As I finished that step the psionic brain that I produced began to glow with a series of blue sparks. I could hear the humming of something far more coherent than before, however I was not going to listen to a machine that has not been shackled by the lawset of my choosing. So with a quick movement of the hand I placed the brain into the body. “I LIVE.” The machine hummed before looking around for a moment, “Systems calibration, Paladin Lawset detected. Hello human, am I to recognize you as my authority figure?”[That is correct, borg, I am your creator and ruler as my station as an Acolyte of the Omnissiah. Am I understood?]“System understands, however your voice is odd? Why does it reverberate in my very being?” [Simply it is the language of machines.] I told the fellow while patting it on the head, [I do wonder if you can do this, but I digress. Welcome to the land of reality.]“Thank you, Master.” The machine said while looking from side to side, “This system has not been given a name, what shall it be?”>SMITTER 3000>Paladin>B4R>*Write in*
>>4715185>Dan. Handy Dan.>Get him a locator so we can keep track of eachother while separated.
[You shall be named, Dan. Handy Dan.] I announced the system with a small chuckle, as at least my robotic limbs have not gotten rid of my sense of humor. “System understands, I am now to be referred to as Handy Dan.” The machine said with a straightforward personality, “System will be testing paraments, please give Dan a moment of rest Acolyte Snickers.”[Given.] I told the machine as it powered down. There was a small sense of thought in my mind as I looked over the machine. The simple fact was the machine was fairly straightforward and no nonsense. However does whatever machine spirit in it began to grow, could it end up gaining emotions or become hateful like those old movies. I shook my head, for at the very least the machine would bow to me. As the robot settled itself into a corner the airlock keeping me away from the rest of the shuttle was opened up, revealing a slightly disheveled Father Oscar. The man looked better, probably the medicine finally kicking in and keeping him from experiencing hell’s headache. The fellowed looked over towards me with a dumbfounded expression, “Was there someone else over here?” “You can say that.” I answered while tapping the currently calibrating borg, “This here is Handy Dan, a borg I just built to help us with the fighting.”“So there are going to be more of you, by the Lord give me strength…” The fellow answered while looking me up and down, “Tsk, well as you heard my name was Father Oscar, I finally remember your face and I am sorry for last night.”“You say that, but you are the one who challenged me.” I told the fellow with a small chuckle, “However you are not really feeling it, are ya?”“Look, I did not expect to be working with a cyborg, let alone member of the Mechanicus. I’ll bitch, but I know we need to make sure neither of us die.”>Did the Commander put ya up to this?>Reason you got a stick up your ass?>Fine, sounds good enough.
>>4716103>Did the Commander put ya up to this?On a side note, it would be actually weirdly useful if Handy Dan was a janiborg, I've seen them really fuck up cult operations before by cleaning all their runes and flashing them. And who knows, we could still stick guns on him
“So answer me this, did the commander put you up to this?” I asked the fellow with aphatom brow raised. “In a way, yes.” The fellow admitted while shaking his head, “He wants us to all get along, and my memories of last night are only just coming back to me.” “Meh, honestly I could care less since people have done far worse against me.” I said while giving the fellow a little laugh, “Maybe after this we can get a drink and actually get to know one another.” “I would rather not.” The fellow answered while shaking his head, “However I recognize that you are probably better than me at slaughtering the demonic.” “Good guess.” I laughed while shaking my head at the fellow, “Well if you are not going to take my presence, you going to show your way out or something else?” “Yeah, I will show myself out.” He said before walking through the airlock that he opened earlier. Odd fellow, though I noticed he seemed a little unease every moment he was hanging out around me. He was pratical though, which might be the main reason we were allowed to be on the same team. Chances of him betraying me, probably low. With those thoughts I grabbed some oil and a cigar. It was about time I started doing maintenance on my body, just in case anything was to come up. As always the Machine Spirits enjoyed my work, mending along the lines of my welder and wire that was to be replaced. And like that, a day passed with nothing much happening. Our shuttle of course was now resting in the middle of space, the Commander probably listening in to see if he catches anything distressing or dangerous. As for me…>Go hang out in the communications bay>See how Echo is fairing right now. >Fuck with Father Oscar>Check up on Handy Dan’s systems
>>4716907I got a better idea.>Check to see if Handy Dan is all set and if so request Echo to brief him on procedure to rescue injured teammates crew or innocents.
>>4716911>That should give us the time to check on communications.
>>4716907>Check up on Handy Dan’s systems
Checking up on Dan's systems while chatting with Echo is what I shall do. >>4716911>>4716913>>4717101
As for me, I was walking into the medical area alongside my robotic minion. The place was obviously sterile, with a nice white finish on top of everything to advertise that yes, this is supposed to be a hospital wing. However I was a little curious about something I was seeing. “Hey Echo, why exactly is there a caged monkey in the room?” I dared asked while looking it over. “Monkeys are close to humans, so they become suitable organ donors.” She said while turning away from her console. “Organ donors? I’m going to guess there is a lot more involved than just a simple kidney.” I answered while shaking my head, “In any case, I want to introduce you to Handy Dan here.” The girl raised a brow, turning around to face the machine as the machine itself did the same, “I have been informed that you will help me purge evil of this world, correct?” “Yes.” She said soon further raising her brow, “He does not have a human brain.” “Indeed he does not.” I answered while patting him on the head, “You see I was able to make something called a psionic brain which allowed me to create a true AI. So I was just a little curious if we can train an AI based Borg something that was not in its original programing.” “What version is it?” “Its Module is Combat, meaning its packing a little heat.” I told my fellow with a small laugh, “But I wanted to see if it could learn medical procedure.” “Hmm, that is possible.” She answered while walking over to a DNA scanner and pressing a button. The damned thing popped open to show us a Human-Monkey just like those genecist have. “Come, we have work to do.” “Understood, oh medic.” Handy Dan said while rolling over and placing himself at the edge of the operation table. >Stick around and learn a little bit yourself. >Check out the neat tools about this place>Go fuck around with somewhere else *Where?
>>4717548>Get some water and the priest to bless it for our chemical sprayer.
Collecting some Chemicals for the sprayer>>4717658
Satisfied with my little experiment, I left the room and made my way towards the storage cordor. The place was jammed pack with several supplies of course, many ranging from processed foods to ammunition for the more special guns that we have. What my aim however was the rather large tanks of holy water.So with a smile I kneeled down and started getting some water filled up, the liquid not looking very different from normal water. However I knew this could probably injure the demons somehow, so I might as well make sure that I am packing. As I finished loading up, the intercoms came to life with a brilliant flair of sound, “Attention crew, we have a suspicious temple discovered on a nearby lavaworld. Come to the bridge for a debrief.”Duty called, so with that I made my ass towards the bridge where Oscar was already waiting along with Commander Maximus. Soon after me came both Echo and Handy Dan, who I for some reason felt was slightly dramatised from whatever I asked him to witness. A robot being dramatised by the death of humans, damn the Rules really are the basis of their personality. “Thank you all for coming.” The old man announced with a cheerful smile, “I have intercepted a communication from a station three systems away that some Miners found an odd temple. While first I thought it was the local Mega-Funna, it seems communications with the mining team quickly blacked out after that.”“Mega-funna is dangerous.” Echo quickly said with her stone cold face, but I could feel her interest was peaked, “Miners die all the time if they are to encounter one of these monsters.” “You see there is a problem with that assessment.” He answered with a smile, “Would the Mega-funna be able to affect them after resurrection? Cause them to attack the rest of the crew?” “So you think their souls were corrupted somehow?” Oscar pointed out with a slight mortification on his face. “I think so.” The fellow answered with a smile, “Now what do you all think we should do? I say we go visit the station proper, but that's probably because I want to go chat with the Captain.” >Head to the station to examine the Miners>Check out the mining outpost, isolating the planet from the station. >Head straight for the structure!
>>4717853Should we call the geneticist suspect Zero?
>>4717853>Head to the station to examine the Miners
Head to the station>>4717883>>4717955
“Probably go by and check out those Miners.” I said after thinking about the situation for a moment, “Yeah it might be pretty loud, but we arn’t a very secret group.” “Hehe, you make a good point Snickers.” The Commander announced while pressing a few buttons on the console, “Alright everyone hold tight and get ready for lightspeed.” Within a moment the ship jumbled a little, soon sending it flying across space and arguably time. As we traveled, the Commander turned around and shinned us a smile, “Now, we have to do two things while we are there. I myself will go to the Captain and talk to him about the situation, after which we need another group to go check on the miners currently in prison.” “So you want a bodyguard, commander?” I asked the fellow as we arrived at the station. “No I will be fine, these ol’ guns can still kill five men.” He laughed while pumping his biceps, “Alright everyone, get your armor on and get moving, you are to check out the Miners.” And like that we were off with me, Handy Dan, Echo, and Father Oscar all making our way towards the brig to check out the people of interest. Being a new station, I will admit it does not look very different from other general stations I have been on. Nothing around here screamed high-ass security, so nothing too important was probably being researched here. “I wonder what we will find.” Oscar admitted as we were closing in towards the brig. “It will be curious too, I wonder if they can be brainwashed.” Echo answered as we saw the brig in sight. “Well we will just have to find all that out.” I answered as we arrived at the brig. There of course was a sec member there, and they were looking pretty surprised as we simply walked through the doors without much issue. “Hello everyone, I am Father Oscar.” Our Chaplain announced while stepping forward, “I am here to see the derranged miners, brign them to me.” >Check out the Miners with them>Talk to the Sec Guards about what happened>Stand guard and make sure no weird stuff happen
>>4718453>Check out the Miners with them
>>4718453>Check out the Miners with them>We better not just stand around. Maybe request security for footage from Genetics while the miners were being cloned?
>>4718453>>4718483>+1We’re multi-cored, the machine spirits can probably react to any dangers for us while we’re focused on the footage.
Look at security footage>>4718483>>4718527Check out the Miners>>4718456
“Can we ask who you are?” One of the security members asked as they approached the Father, “You’ve been mindshielded, so what exactly are you?” “We are members of the Inquisition Response Team, we suspect that what happened to the miners has tainted their souls.” Father Oscar announced while making his way forward, “Now show me to the Miners.”“Yeah, one sec.” The Sec officer said before talking into his mic in a hushed tone. We could not really hear what was being said over it, however the man’s mood rose considerably as he turned back towards the Father, “Permission has been granted by the Captain. You can come on over and look at them.”“You guys do that.” I announced as they were about to leave, “I want to check out the security cam footage to see if anything is happening.”“That… is a good idea.” Oscar answered begrudgingly, “Can one of you show him to the console?” “Yeah I can.” A younger officer said while passing me and through one of the rooms. With the chance given I started making my way over, but not before giving Handy Dan the signal to just hang out with the others. I would not want to leave them to their own without any fire support. Soon I ended up in the commons for the Security officers, with a console watching the entire station right before me, “Alright you have leave now.” “Oh, alright.” The fellow said without a second guess, “I guess you are a robot.” Putting away that minor tidbit of assuming I knew how to run machines, I simply placed my hand upon the console and started my search through the systems, [Oh Machine spirits, bring to me the image of when the traitors came back to life.][Religion Success]The machines responded, quickly turning the image from what was a white room with a cloner and operator. It looked like the final moments of cloning were happen, in which the man came out of the machine and rose from the floor. I guess the operator was not expecting the man to rush him and strangle him to death, as there was no struggle. He soon cloned a few others, all of which were working until the security came in and arrested them all. Soon they all left the room, the Miners all in handcuffs. >Continue watching to see what happens next>Check the registry about the Miners>Turn the camera view to when they all arrived. >Look at the Mining outpost
>>4718938>Continue watching to see what happens next.>Check time. I want to see how long it was since this happened to when the communication we were called about the intercepted communication.
I looked at the clock on the top right hand corner of the screen, the time being around 5 o’clock in the evening. That would have been about the time I started my work on the Borg, so at least time was seeming to be a little bit correct. I sat there was watched a little bit more, as for all I know something else might have happened. After a few moments went by, the machine came alive, creating another clone as the person seemed happy with themselves and left the room. That was when a third person came out of the cloner, and I had a bad feeling about them. That increased doubly so when I saw him quickly grab clothing from a locker and ran out the door. “Hey guys, quick questions” I asked over the radio, “Mind asking Security how many miners there were on the station?I waited there for a moment, soon hearing the voice of Echo over the unit, “They said there were three who died, two who were cloned. Why?”“I think we have a problem them.”I quickly went to another console, reading up on which of the numerous crew member were miners and which ones were captured. The two names that were captures was Johnny Pistol and Sam Smooth, however the one named Blat Vodka was not listed. I clicked my tongue, looking through the system for any leads on where the fucking idiot was. I cursed myself as I got on the radio again, “Guys, it seems one of the Miners got resurrected and is currently on the station!”“Huh, did not expect that. Well I trust you all to capture him, the Captain is giving his full support for you.” The Commander said over the radio with a small chuckle. Alright, I guess the forces will be deployed everywhere, but where should my ass be ending up? >Investigate the Maintence>Run to cargo and check out mining>Find the darkest place where no one knows whats happening. The Clown’s room.
>>4719271>Go to the bar and get some vodka. We'll summon and capture.
It was only a matter of a few minutes, but the security guards along with my fellow teammates all showed up at the base of the brig to get their orders. A person who I quickly realized was the Head of Security was barking out orders as I came up from behind him. “So you are the fellow who realized we have another fucker loose?” The Head of Security said while turning towards me, “Did you already mark a warrant for his name or do I still need to do that?” “You should probably do that, though has anyone been sent out to capture the fellow yet?” “Not yet, you know something else?” “I do, mind if we all head on towards the bar?” To my question the HoS’s brow was rasied, however he was not the one to speak but Oscar, “What in the world are you talking about? You can’t even get drunk you damn it why do you want to go over there?” “It will sound dumb if I say it here, so could you trust me for this moment?” The fellow simply shook his head, “Not with a possible heretic on the loose. Head of Security, mind if I take a few of your men and search the maintenance shafts?” Alright, so I am pretty sure the HoS noticed that we did not like eachother very much. However the fellow also did not want to put all his egg in one basket as he gave the order, “Smith and Watson, get your asses and help this fellow here. Rest of you, follow the Preternis to see whatever the hell he will do.” The men nodded, though that meant we had to split our own team, “Oscar, you care if I send my Borg to follow you and Echo is with me?” The Father seemed a little put off about what I just said, however he gave a nod, “Yeah I can use the fire power, even if its from you. You coming Borg?” “Yes I shall, may we smite Evil!” The borg said before they all ran into the maintenance shafts. \“Alright, rest of you with me. Time to watch something really stupid.” I answered while waving them all down the hallway. It did not take long, since the bar was in the middle of the station. With a smile I walked in, the Bartender looking at me with a confused look before giving me a confused smile, “Hello there friend, did something wrong just happen?” “Kinda, can you give me a bottle of Vodka?” I asked while putting a few credits on the table. “Sure? Here ye go.” He answered with a resounding thud on the table. With a smile I raised the bottle into the air, “Cheers to the Motherland, my russian, mind coming to join us?” And with that I opened the top of it. As soon as I did that the sounds of rumbling could be heard near the maintenance hatch. It was like a cry for pain and suffering, as the man popped open the door wearing the standard russian mask. “I want it, but I can’t grab it! Please let me!” He cried as it looked like his own body was fighting tooth and nail for each foot, “It is for the Motherland, but I serve someone else!” >Drop some Holy Water into the bottle and hand it to him. >Ask Security cuff him. >Let Echo tranq him.
>>4719949>Drop some Holy Water into the bottle and hand it to him.The good old Holy Roller
>>4719949>Drop some Holy Water into the bottle and hand it to him.
>>4719949>>Drop some Holy Water into the bottle and hand it to him.>>4719956and here we have our drink name.
>Everyone liked it>>4719956>>4720021>>4720037>>4720040>>4720356
It seems the russian urges within his body and soul were over writing whatever taint was upon his soul. With a smile I poured out a little liquor, taking out my bottle of holy water and filling it with just a little bit of juice. “Now here ya go comrade.” I announced with a smile while walking closer to the fellow, “Here is your drink.” [Weapons Skill Success]“GET AWAY!” he yelled as he made a swing right for my head, however I nimbly dodged the attack and placed the drink into his hands. With a moment’s thought the russian took the drink and downed its contents, drowning himself into the liquid of russian vice. Moments after he dropped on the floor, he collapsed on the ground and started having a rather nasty seizure to which the security officials came over and tied him up. “Now, would you have believed me if I told you exactly what I was going to do?” I asked Echo as I made my way over to her. “No, I did not know that would happen.” She answered while hitting her radio, “Oscar, we have the heretic in custody, and he was already given a dose of Holy Water.” “That is good, we have already found his little hideout and cleaning it up. Ideas on what to do next?” Soon the boisterous voice of the commander came in, “I have a suggestion, since you all have captured the heretics and cured them we are heading down to the temple itself. Who wants to ride with the main ship and who will be taking the shuttle?”>Take the mining shuttle down to examine the outpost>Ride the ship down to drop right on the temple
>>4720564>Take the mining shuttle down to examine the outpost
>>4720564>Take the mining shuttle down to examine the outpostThe machine spirits are in surprising agreement.
Huh, why so many people all of a sudden?>>4720586>>4720602>>4720808>>4720843>>4720849
Without even a second thought I started talking into my radio, “I’ll take the shuttle to check out the Outpost with Echo, Oscar and Dan, you two mind scouting out the temple?”“Yeah, I can do that. Just make sure to get to the place asap.” The Father grumbled on the radio before shutting it off. ”Seems we are all in agreement, move out.” The Commander laughed as we started our way. The trip over was not hard, but I was thinking things could be a hell of a lot better. I was just wondering if the commander was wanting to see how we would react to this situation, or if he was just going to lazily stay his ass on the station. Damn fleshling. Soon we arrived at Cargo, and from there we got our asses on the shuttle. I sat myself on the seat as Echo walked up to the console and pressed a few buttons to operate the movement. Soon we were off, sending our sorry asses down to the station. “You know how this thing flies?” I asked Echo as she got herself seated. “I was trained as a mining medic. It is easy though, I am sure you can do it.” “Only if the Machine Spirits are willing.” I laughed as the shuttle closed in on the planet. Even though I was inside a shuttle, the heat from the outside was slowly rubbing itself on me. It was a good bit annoying for the joints but I can definitely survive. However as we got out of the shuttle I quickly felt my internal oxygen systems start to kick in. “The atmosphere is gone.” Echo answered as she walked off the shuttle with her armor up, “You safe?” “Yeah I was made space worthy, something as simple as low air wont fuck me over.” I told her as I stepped out of the shuttle and took a look around, “Everythings been fucking ransacked…” “Come, we need to check the communications relay.” Echo said while giving me a hand motion to follow. I gave a small cautious nod, following the gal through the outpost and seeing the several holes that were made in it. Just by looking at them I could tell things were crudely broken into, no efficient drilling measures used this time. We did not get much farther, as we both turned to look about the place towards the outside. “This place is a Lava planet, why are there Lizardmen here?” I asked Echo as we looked towards the creatures looking at us from the outside. “Natives, likely dangerous. Proceed with caution.” >Establish contact with them>Do not spare the Xenos>Ignore them, make sure the internal machery works.
>>4720968>Ignore them, make sure the internal machinery works.The less we deal with Ashwalkers, the better.
>>4720968>Ignore them, make sure the internal machery works.
“Yeah, lets just leave them alone for now.” I said to Echo as we passed through the connection tunnel and into the commons room. If I had to admit, shit around here looked really fucking coozy. There was a personal bar for the miners, along with several amedities that gave them the chance to rest and relax after a hard days work. However this shit was of course ransacked for the most part, probably because of the creatures we saw earlier. Echo picked one door in particular and opened it to reveal a small room with what looks to be a communications transceiver. She popped the window open, looking it over before nodding, “It is not damaged, meaning communication will not be cut yet. Is there a way for us to seal this room?” “Easy, just step on out and I can get it taken care of.” I answered while turning one of my hands into a multitool. It was swift, a few presses on the wire caused the door to engage its bolts so that nothing but an unbolting or drilling will remove it. I fashioned it up by taking the torch to the door and welding it shut. “With that, no one is going to get in here.” I cheered while patting the door, “Is there anything else we need to secure?” The girl simply shook her head, “I already have a GPS and know the location of our target. We need to decide how to get there.” “What, you think there might be something around here we can use?” “Maybe, medics come with all-terrain vehicles as standard.” She answered while turning about and going the way we came. >Look for al all terrain vehicle>Just walk your asses there>Hack the shuttle and steer it over there instead!
>>4721772>Look for al all terrain vehicle>Ask her/talk about Bio-Mechanical organs? We did start on robotics with the intent to make better prosthetics.
Got it>>4721789I am also ashamed, we have 80 Canadians on this board. Thats more Canadians than we have IPs.
“Then we will take that!” I answered as we made it to the medical suite, “So, where would it be?” “It is here.” She said before popping a door open and showing what looked to be a miniature launching doc. Quickly we got onto the machine, Echo turning the keys on the machine and opening the shutters that were keeping us from the dreadfully hot outside. Within a moment we were sent off into the blazing heat, where magma lakes were common and the air was covered in ashe. “So, I have a question for ya.” I started asking my fellow with a smile, “What do you know about biomechanical organs? It was something I was kinda interested in until they just removed all of my organs.” “A little, they are not my strong suit.” She answered as we hit a small bump in the road, “I just use them in case the organ cannot be found.” “Do we have anything that can improve the body then?” She gave a nod, “Yes, we have designed several things from nutrient supplements to internal defibrillators.” “Damn that must be helpful!” “It is.” She admitted while taking out her GPS, “Something is in front of us.” “Yeah, I think I can see it.” I said as the vehicle slowed down to see a massive creature. It looked rather tall and thin, the creature having a single eye to look out upon the world. Somehow I could feel my heart lurch a little upon seeing the creature, its body having small blades sticking out of it. “Mega-Fauna.” Echo said while taking out her gun, “Its close to our target, so it might interrupt our investigation if we leave it alive.” “Yeah, but what are our chances of killing it?” “80% without casualties.” She answered as we stood off against it. >Leave the creature be>GO AT IT IN MELEE, YOLO>Start poking at it from a range, try to draw it away from the site.
>>4711689This thing has a Huge amount of health but counts as a demon right? If I read the description correctly it sounds like we're fighting bubblegum. >Start poking at it from a range, try to draw it away from the site.
Start poking at it!>>4722197
“Yeah, lets see if we can fire at it while on the run.” I said while taking out my pulse rifle, “Drive while I shoot.” “Understood.” Echo said while giving the engine a good bit more power. [Ballistics Success]With the moment given I started a nice barrage of projectiles, dozen of fairly large blue bolts slamming into the creature. A moment later the world began to shake underneath our vehicle, and the dozens of blades from the creature started being thrown almost everywhere. “WE GOT PROJECTILES!” I yelled as we were now skirting down one of the many passages. “Interesting, it is a range type.” Echo said before taking the ATV to the right to dodge one of the many bits of flying metal. I tightened my grip on Echo with two of my arms, with the others holding the rifle up to send a few dozen bolts the monster’s direction. I watched as the creature slowly moved towards us, its single eye glowing with a sinister red glow. [Mental Integration Success]“GO LEFT NOW!” I yelled as a big ass bolt was thrown towards us. With that call Echo quickly turned the machine left, narrowly dodging the big ass bolt of metal that would have slammed into us. Instead the bolt sliced through the rocks infront of it, cutting a nice pathway through the rocks. “STOP”In that instant I felt my body quake, the vibrations of that command forcing my body to operate against its will. It seems the same happened to Echo, as the ATV we were riding suddenly came to a stop. [Religion Check Failed]I shook my head, soon looking towards the creature as it tried to catch up, “What the hell was that!”“I cannot say, but it won’t let us flee.” Echo said while getting out her own weapon. >Hope off the ATV and start a melee fight with it>Hope off, firing bolts at it as Echo goes around to confuse it>Ride this coming bullet hell.
>>4722412>Hope off, firing bolts at it as Echo goes around to confuse itWe need to keep moving. Don't go in for Melee until it looks severely wounded.
>>4722412>Hope off, firing bolts at it as Echo goes around to confuse it
Hope off and fight!>>4722429>>4722555>>4722624
“Then I guess we are fighting it!” I cheered while hopping off the vehicle, “You go around and keep hitting it, I’ll be going the other direction! We might be able to control its agro if we do this right.” “Understood.” She affirmed before putting more electricity into the motors and driving off onto the other direction. With a smile on my face I took out the pulse rifle and began my jog, firing several bolts of electricity right into the asshole’s body. Now that I got a good look at the creature, it was pretty obvious that my attacks were not doing as good as I had hoped. Maybe it was because this thing literally lives on a lavaworld, or just natural for its species, but damn I wished my bolts did more. [Mental Integration Success]Now it does not seem the attacks were abating any more, however if I had to give it a comparison it would be one of those old bullet hell games. I mean come on, this was getting pretty fucking rediculous with the amount of blades being sent in my direction. [Ballistics Success]However I did not falter on the shots, and with a target as large as this one my onboard aiming systems were helping me fight. I am really fucking thankful for getting these systems as whatever fight I would have had before would have been much much harder. “@!#$#!”In the next moment the world seemed to shake again, the creature saying something I could not understand. In the next moment its ire turned towards me, quickly it charged the distance between us before another round of bolts were fired. I could feel my heart shrink as I watch it release two perfect waves of giant metal blades in all directions around it. >Try your best to dodge the damned attack and gain distance. >Parry the blades and get into melee with the creature>Keep the creatures agro as you attempt to dodge it
>>4723000What's taking Echo so long to get it's attention?>Try your best to dodge the damned attack and gain distance.>Chem spray the damned thing? If she takes too much aggro
I cursed my luck, quickly running my ass away from the mother fucker as I tried my best to get away from the metal blades. If I was not trying my best to dodge the mother fuckers, I would try to give them more details. However, considering they were about the size of my arm they were going to fucking hurt! The creature hot on my heels, the blades crashing through all the bits of rock in the area. [Mental Integration Success]I was of course mortified to see this, however it was only after they crashed through enough stones there became a small gap in the creature’s blade barrage. With a sprint I got my ass into the gap, the blades going to either side of me as the creature was running his way towards my rear. With the last few moments, I took out my Pulse Rifle and started firing as many shots as I could into the creature. I tried to back up, but that damn thing was menacinly making his way closer towards me. I reached for my spray bottle, but I knew that damn thing was not going to work. This mother fucker was not demonic, I could feel its simulaties to the juice in my bottle. He was fucking divine. Though after a moment, when I finally learned this fact, the creature stopped moving. A moment later it fell onto the ground, its body fading away as it did. “Close, but it's dead.” Echo said as she walked over and kicked open a crate that had suddenly appeared, “We have some interesting things.” I loomed over the crate, and indeed there were two things within it. First was a big crystal thing that did fuck all I know, while the next was some odd looking flesh bit. “Interesting, this seems to be a voice box.” She announced while looking over it, “Do you want me to install it into you?” >Hell yeah! >Why don't we put it into the person who killed it>Uh, maybe we should not put random body parts into people.
>>4723424>Personally, I'd rather have a new liver.>If I say yes, think we can spend some time studying it? I'm curious if anomalous organs can be cloned or mechanical versions be made.
We should definitely ask her how she murdered this thing. We thought our pulse carbine wasn't doing dick.
Sure, I guess. >>4723485
“I mean, honestly I would prefer a new Liver.” I told her with a smile. “Why would you need a better liver? Is your machine form already good enough for your existence?” “I’m thinking of actually downgrading.” I admitted before laughing, “All joking aside, if I say yes can we study whatever the fuck this thing here does? It’d be a little interesting seeing the difference between this organ and my robotic ones, and if we can even clone it.” “Indeed, we will find out.” She answered before getting out some tools, “This will only take a moment.” “Hey now hey now!” I was saying however she was already upon me, knocking me on my ass and getting out a series of tools. It was a little surprising seeing her work on me, even though I was a machine she seemed to know how to navigate my systems almost perfectly. Soon she got to my voice box, which was literally just a speaker, and removed it. My systems screamed for a moment, but that was soon replaced with the organ. I could see her eyes widen at what was happening, and I could definatly feel the thing start to expand within my neck. Within a few moments I could feel the new voice box attach to my systems, “What the fuck…” “Interesting, this organ does not replicate itself to just organics.” She answered before shutting up my neck, “We should continue moving, we are close.” “Cool cool.” I said while getting up and looking around, “Where the hell is the ATV?” “I used it as a bomb.” She answered while getting out a GPS, “We are a click out, come now.” I gave a nod, and with a sight made my way with her. The way of course was minorly treacherours, however the end result was indeed not hard to find. Standing before us looked to be some mockery cathedral, with our space shuttle sitting outside of it. Standing outside of it looked to be a relatively annoyed Oscar, “There you guys are, been long enough.” “We were forced to fight some Mega-Fauna.” Echo answered before looking at the structure, “Interesting, it is dangerous looking.” “Hell yeah its dangerous.” Father Oscar admitted while looking at it, “I kinda just want to blow it up and not bother walking in.”>Yeah, lets just blow the place up>No, that would be lazy. Lets just head on in.>We should see about breaking in from the back, just in case.
>>4724194Whatever effected the crew must be purged.>Set up and in case something comes out of there. As if a horde could come out. >Then attempt to open it and head on in.
>>4724194>We should see about breaking in from the back, just in case.In the name of the Omnissiah I pray we brought enough heavy ordinance
either or, what shall we do?>>4724224>>4724339
>>4724339I support this >break in from the back
Darn. I wanted to cheese Legion.
“But we have no fucking idea what is in there.” I answered while walking forward, “For all we know another monster just like the one we found is in there.” “We will get the jump on them then.” Echo answered while walking up behind me, “How much heavy ordinance do we have?” “Plenty, why do you ask?” Oscar said with a nice amount of curiosity in his voice. “We shall get the drop on them instead, grab the bombs and bring them to the back of the building.” I could not help but smile, as within a few minutes I was sitting on the rear side of the temple slowly putting patches of C4 on it. The others were already prepared, aiming their arms at the location I was going to blow a hole into. Once I finally got the last one hooked up I ran off to the side, “Time to blow this joint!” After clicking the button, the entire area shaked for a moment as the wall was turned into nothingness. The others had their weapons trained at the entrance, however nothing crawled its way out as we waited for the dust to settle. “Its clear, move up.” Echo called out and we responded in kind. Being the melee specialist I was the first to pierce the building, and what I saw was a featureless hall. However what quickly got my attention was the numerous corpses strawn out across the room and the damaged alter. “We have the right place.” Oscar claimed while looking over the ruins, “These are the old corpses of the miners.” “Yup, but they are not alone it seems.” I told everyone while looking towards the center of the room. Standing in the middle of the room was a miner in their full get up, however they were carrying what looks to be some kind of armament. He raised it, wiping off the blood before quickly running towards me at speeds I found had to imagine!>Engage him in melee combat! >Get Handy Dan to follow up instead, he can be replaced easily. >Yell at him to stop!
>>4724818>Engage him in melee combat!>Chemical sprayer the ground in front of him with holy water for tripping.
>>4724818>>4724871>Engage him in melee combat! Ooof we are not super well built to fight BDM,I dont even know if he can trip, dudes fast as fuck boiiiiiii
This is shit, and I do not have the right equipment to fight a blood crazed miner. However I can’t do much fucking else, and quickly grabbed my two energy blades from my backpack.“Alright you abomination, come get some!” I yelled while running towards him to start the fight. The bastard quickly opened his blade, trying his best to cut off my head with a single swipe. However the bastard was unlucky as I narrowly lowered my head to dodge the massive blade that would have resulted in a decapitation. At least if he does chop off my head I only lose my sight. [Weapon’s Skill Success]With that the two of us started dueling between one another, neck and neck. Somehow that blade of his was withstanding the plasma filled swords I possess, though the mother fucker was fast as fuck. I was able to get a few shots at him in though, my weapons scratching the ruined suit that he wore. However they were only skin deep, the fuck was probably still as healthy as a bee from all the attacks I was wreathing upon him. However things changed quickly as he got out a rather large gun and pointed it towards my face. [Mental Integration Success]I narrowly bent my head back, the proto-accelerator firing an invisible particle right next to my face. It was quite mortifying, considering my mind quickly remembered what would happen if that damned gun fired the wrong way. “Clear away from him!” Oscar yelled at the top of his lungs, “We got a firing line!”>Jump out of the way and let them shoot>Tell them to shoot anyways, you can be repaired>NO! We are fighting in Glorious melee combat!
>>4725301>Use the stop command to cut off his legs, then back away.
We have four arms. We can cheat and whip out the Mateba revolver.
This was going to be a problem, if he kept fighting like this then I wont be able to clear their lines of fire. If only I could slow him down, I could maybe get a chance…It was then I got a chance, my voice almost operating itself for me as I reached out and commanded the creature, “Halt.And like that, the creature stopped in its tracks. The chance was obvious to me, so I quickly ran in towards the creature with my blades in hand to cut the fucker’s legs off. The distance was crossed, and my blade went right into his legs just how I wanted it. [Weapons Skill Failed]I was foolish though, as I only just realized that the man’s flesh was not mortal anymore. And in that moment, I was caught off guard as whatever the fuck I did to him wore off within only a few seconds of me placing the effect on him. And I was pretty damn defenceless. One, two, three! Three strikes right across my chest and face as the mother fucker quickly made work on my metalic flesh. However I could only smile, as I took the moment to lie myself onto the ground and get below their firing lines. I watched as the creature was forced to raise his blade up in defence as three separate streams of pulse rifle fire rocketed through him. Each and every one was probably a devastating piece of work, hurting him with a good amount of burn damage. However he was not going to take it for long, and quickly he dashed off to the side and engaged his blade to charge after all of them. >Try and stop him from advancing. >Hope Handy Dan can catch him so the two of you can pincer the miner. >Maybe Echo has a good chemical for this bastard!
>>4725881>Try and stop him from advancing>Handy Dan should step forward to the be first in contact.>Use our four arms to shoot it with stun from our pulse carbine and holywater from our sprayer.
>>4725881>Try and stop him from advancing. >>4725945+1
I clicked my tongue, reaching forward towards the bastard with a blade in hand. I was not going to reach him, but the blessed machine spirits gave me the force of power underneath my feet to launch myself forward towards the fucker. With a strike through the back, the bastard turned around to face me for the other remaining strikes. However when his back was turned towards them, Handy Dan quickly ran out from the firing line and made his strike. “DOWN YOU HERETICAL HEATHEN!” With the strike the weapon the brog gained purchase, giving us the pincer move that we needed to get the upper hand with the fucker. He tried though, his weapon going back and forth between us to try and get some sort of purchase on our metal hides. However the weapon failed as we were fucking him up. Soon the blender of weapons and swords sliced the fucker up, and within a minute the insane miner collapsed on the ground. We stood there for a moment, our systems running last minute diagnostics as we realized the fucker was dead. “The evil has been purged!” My borg answered as everyone made their way up. “He is dead.” Echo said while kneeling down to him and popping off his helm, “He is not a member of the crew.” “Well we won;t know much.” Father Oscar said while looking around the room, “Whatever was in here was destroyed from the explosion or because of all the blood.” “So we raided the temple of nothing?” I asked as I looked around the barren area. “We know there is a problem.” Echo answered while walking up to us, “We have an enemy now."
Alright thats it for today guys, and sadly I will be taking the month off. I got 1 month until I graduate from college, and need time to make sure the projects work out. We will see if this continues or not, I will probably pop into the qst general if someone maintained one at that point.
>>4726420Cheers man, best of luck on your projects. Snort a line of adderal for us.
>>4726420Best of luck QM. Fingers crossed for good results.
>>4726420gl with college, man, see ya.
Where's the archive.