Heroica RPG 2.0 - Mission #0: Last Of Its Kind

[Duvors]

On 1/27/2020 at 11:48 PM, Endgame said:

"No better or worse than they used to before. The Merchants' union is still just humming along."

"I see. One last thing, do you know where one would buy a holo crystal? A friend of mine needs a replacement one."

 

20 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

Enson: We're here precisely because of a "secret plot". Besides, it's important to evaluate situations from a variety of possible angles. 

"I fail to see how a worker stealing the last egg of an endangered species could be connected with a weak empire's attempt to feign strength by secretly terraforming a planet under the pretense of wiping out rebels with death rays from outer space, but if you do please enlighten me."

He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

"Look, you say the Cydonians are weak because they have a lot of soldiers and posters and cameras around, but have not yet updated the security for one shipyard or really interfered on the lives of local citizens, right? But that could just mean that they want to naturalize their presence in the minds of citizens, make them think life will continue as normal so they don't mind the occasional changes until suddenly they wake up one morning and realize everything was changing and they didn't notice until to late. Or it could mean that it doesn't matter to them if some random civilians get their ships stolen thanks to old security. And the cloaked ship? You say that they would be easy to spot in atmosphere, but that only works if the cloaking device is only making the ship invisible. It doesn't work if they have technology that can feed false information to atmospheric sensors or if they have magic that makes it look like wind is passing through their space. For all we know the ship is perfectly visible and we just don't see it because they have psychic barriers preventing us from perceiving it. And your rationale for doubting the veracity of the announcement saying the laser blast was directed at a group of rebels is that someone heard a rumor that it maybe fired once before. That's what bothers me here. You say that you're considering these things from a variety of angles but what it looks like is that you're jumping to conclusions based on little evidence and a great deal of surmise and then treating them like established fact. You assumed that the Oozelings we just fought were going to be Sabrillos because Faeja mentioned tentacles when talking about them, despite how improbable that would be. And if you keep making assumptions like that you'll keep making wrong ones, which stands a very high chance of getting you killed. If you'd just stop overthinking-"

He stopped suddenly in the middle of his sentence, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and mumbled something under his breath for a few moments. He seemed to be putting a lot of emphasis into it at first, like he was chewing himself out, but towards the end it became calmer and a clear rhythm emerged. When he'd finished he opened his eyes again, looking significantly calmer than he had before.

"I'm sorry," he said with a sight bow, "I didn't mean to seem aggressive. It's just the idea of someone brushing off an act of murder by claiming it didn't happen is something that annoys me. I will try to restrain myself better in future."

He said this in a quiet, reserved manner without the least hint of sarcasm or malice. Which was frankly somewhat unnerving.

Edited January 29, 2020 by Lord Duvors

[Classic_Spaceman]

7 hours ago, Endgame said:

"Hm, you uphold the law around here? Classify them... couldn't get a real good look at 'em. Cloaks and hoods and all that good stuff."

We could. How often do these people come through here? 

7 hours ago, Endgame said:

"Like I said, hooded, but one of the gentleman certainly had blue hands. Stood out. Didn't look like gloves, either."

"How long you been here, friend? Next eclipse should be in a couple of weeks. We get them every two or three months."

Could be him. Did you see him leave the alley? 
We’ve not been here long. We’re looking for something called the “Umbra Auction”, but we don’t know where or when it is - “Umbra” means “shadow”, but specifically the kind produced by an eclipse. I thought the auction might be taking place at the time of the next eclipse, but our intel currently suggests it’s happening sooner. 
 

7 hours ago, Endgame said:

The potion-headed man seems elated to sell one of his favorites, but then concerned to see the vial.

"If I may see it for a moment?" He unscrews the top and inserts a blank white strip. When it emerges, the strip is covered in little azure dots. "Hmm... Must just be a typo on the bottle! The tester is saying that is a 100% bona-fide feel-good nanite filter, yes indeed."

Ah, Thank you! 

[Classic_Spaceman]

2 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"I fail to see how a worker stealing the last egg of an endangered species could be connected with a weak empire's attempt to feign strength by secretly terraforming a planet under the pretense of wiping out rebels with death rays from outer space, but if you do please enlighten me."

He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

You misunderstood - Those are three different things: You seemed to dismiss the existence of “secret plots” out-of-hand, but I would consider Jek’s theft, and planned sale, of the Sabrillo egg to constitute one. 
I’ve been skeptical of the Cydonians since we arrived here - We don’t know much about them, and I get the feeling that they’re overcompensating for low resources with their constant displays of strength and control. 
Finally, my comments about terraforming and mining were just speculation, when I was under the impression that the dreadnought fired on a regular basis. Knowing now that it hadn’t makes the explanation that it fired on a rebel cell more plausible - Vannoy did mention “outrage”, so rebel activity is a possibility. 

2 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"Look, you say the Cydonians are weak because they have a lot of soldiers and posters and cameras around, but have not yet updated the security for one shipyard or really interfered on the lives of local citizens, right? But that could just mean that they want to naturalize their presence in the minds of citizens, make them think life will continue as normal so they don't mind the occasional changes until suddenly they wake up one morning and realize everything was changing and they didn't notice until to late. Or it could mean that it doesn't matter to them if some random civilians get their ships stolen thanks to old security.

It’s not just the security systems - Their Enforcers are overworked, and they seem to go out of their way to make their presence and strength known - Even to the point of possibly fabricating rumours of cloaked soldiers, just to keep the population in line. All of this makes me think that they have less control here than they want people to realise. 

2 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"And the cloaked ship? You say that they would be easy to spot in atmosphere, but that only works if the cloaking device is only making the ship invisible. It doesn't work if they have technology that can feed false information to atmospheric sensors or if they have magic that makes it look like wind is passing through their space. For all we know the ship is perfectly visible and we just don't see it because they have psychic barriers preventing us from perceiving it.”

I know cloaks. I’ve developed anti-cloaking detection and defence grids. Cloaking fields generally work on the same basic premise - Bending light and sound around the target object. The object in question still has mass, though, so even a ship with a gravimetric cloak will leave a wake when passing through a nebula, for instance. And unless the dreadnought has an uplink with orbital or ground-based monitoring systems, it can’t fake global wind-currents. Locally, perhaps, but discrepancies in a jet stream would be noticeable anywhere. 
Also, a psychic field? Even if the ship had the kind of power necessary to create one on such a large scale, that still doesn’t solve the problem of atmospheric disruptions or the fractal patterning that my visor would absolutely have detected - Particularly on something the size of a dreadnought. 

2 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

“That's what bothers me here. You say that you're considering these things from a variety of angles but what it looks like is that you're jumping to conclusions based on little evidence and a great deal of surmise and then treating them like established fact. You assumed that the Oozelings we just fought were going to be Sabrillos because Faeja mentioned tentacles when talking about them, despite how improbable that would be. And if you keep making assumptions like that you'll keep making wrong ones, which stands a very high chance of getting you killed. If you'd just stop overthinking-"

I’m an intelligence agent; I often need to extrapolate from small amounts of data - And, I prefer not to shoot first and answer for it later. 
Nothing’s gone particularly wrong thus far, and certainly not because I’ve misjudged a situation. You clearly aren’t aware of who I’m working for, or what my reputation with them is, because “overthinking” is exactly how I‘ve made it this far in my career. 
 

[Duvors]

Enson held up a hand as if to arrest the flow of words.

"You misunderstand," he said, "the conversation ended when I apologized to you for losing my temper. You should accept the apology and let the argument die here, else we will spend the rest of the mission arguing about who misinterpreted what the other said. And miss, if those three yellow triangles on your uniform are what I think they are, then I've known who you work for since we first met."

He stood silently for a moment, as if contemplating something, before speaking again.

"Look, if it would give you peace of mind I'd be happy to explain what I meant there in more precise detail. I recognize that what I said was more of an emotional outburst then a rational argument and may have been unclear in meaning. However I would rather we dropped it completely and moved on with our work. I have spent a sizeable portion of my life learning not to give in to irrationally emotional behavior under stress so the whole incident was somewhat embarrassing for me."

Another pause.

"If you do want me to explain though," he finally said in a resigned tone, "I'd like to borrow your glasses for that, if you don't mind. If you've been recording everything that's been happening on them I'll be able to play back things I specifically want to address, which would help immensely in clarifying my meaning."

@Classic_Spaceman

Edited January 29, 2020 by Lord Duvors

[Endgame]

23 hours ago, KotZ said:

"Ah, too bad. But you know what they say, it's just the start. 30 credits?"

The merchant hemms and hawws, but finally, despite the difficulty of the persuasion, Kleeck succeeds against all odds.

"...You know what? Times like these, we ought to show generosity to our fellow man. 30 credits it is."

21 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"I see. One last thing, do you know where one would buy a holo crystal? A friend of mine needs a replacement one."

"Mmm, I wouldn't, no. We don't use much of any holo-technologies around these parts. Almost all the holo crystals we got go to the shipyards to build holograph projectors. Not really a consumer product... Unless you know a guy."

20 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

We could. How often do these people come through here? 

Could be him. Did you see him leave the alley? 
We’ve not been here long. We’re looking for something called the “Umbra Auction”, but we don’t know where or when it is - “Umbra” means “shadow”, but specifically the kind produced by an eclipse. I thought the auction might be taking place at the time of the next eclipse, but our intel currently suggests it’s happening sooner.

"I only saw them just the once."

He pauses at the mention of the auction.

"Umbra Auction? You watch yourselves. I attended one many many many cycles ago... I imagine the event is unrecognizable now, so I don't have anything to offer you. But really. Do mind yourself if that is the rabbit hole you're going down."

The party may proceed down the alley whenever they see fit, or continue to purchase things. Was the party ready to proceed?

[KotZ]

1 hour ago, Endgame said:

The merchant hemms and hawws, but finally, despite the difficulty of the persuasion, Kleeck succeeds against all odds.

"...You know what? Times like these, we ought to show generosity to our fellow man. 30 credits it is."

"Thank you," Kleeck said with a bow. He paid thirty credits. "Thank you for this fine work. Hopefully more business sees you soon."

[Kintobor]

Between the argument breaking out between Enson and Yelana’s argument and her own investigation of her newly purchased helmet, Dunola moves over to Tester Three.

”When you hacked into that map, did you see any decent take out places? I could go for something sloppy about now.”

Dunola looked around for the alley in the meantime, ready to proceed after she put her new helmet on.

Edited January 30, 2020 by Kintobor

[samurai-turtle]

On 1/15/2020 at 5:43 PM, Endgame said:

He also extracts a map:

As Tester-Three shows Dunola the map... 

9 minutes ago, Kintobor said:

When you hacked into that map, did you see any decent take out places? I could go for something sloppy about now.” 

/// It was not very detailed as you can see, just general area(s) and shape. Besides "decent take out places" is a subjective opinion. 

21 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

You clearly aren’t aware of who I’m working for, or what my reputation with them is, because “overthinking” is exactly how I‘ve made it this far in my career. 

/// Do us all a favor and keep your "overthinking" to yourself. It is making my memory program run in a loop. 

/// Are we moving on? I do not spot anything I could use at this time. 

Edited January 30, 2020 by samurai-turtle
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[Yzalirk]

Igaz scratches his chin, deciding whether or not to buy something.

"I'll buy a Tinted Visor if you have another."

Igaz then readies himself to proceed.

 

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I would still be able to equip it, correct?

Also a bit uncertain of how I want to spend my EXP points right now.  I am a bit overwhelmed by the many options. 

 

[Classic_Spaceman]

On 1/29/2020 at 6:50 PM, Lord Duvors said:

Enson held up a hand as if to arrest the flow of words.

"You misunderstand," he said, "the conversation ended when I apologized to you for losing my temper. You should accept the apology and let the argument die here, else we will spend the rest of the mission arguing about who misinterpreted what the other said. And miss, if those three yellow triangles on your uniform are what I think they are, then I've known who you work for since we first met."

He stood silently for a moment, as if contemplating something, before speaking again.

"Look, if it would give you peace of mind I'd be happy to explain what I meant there in more precise detail. I recognize that what I said was more of an emotional outburst then a rational argument and may have been unclear in meaning. However I would rather we dropped it completely and moved on with our work. I have spent a sizeable portion of my life learning not to give in to irrationally emotional behavior under stress so the whole incident was somewhat embarrassing for me."

Another pause.

"If you do want me to explain though," he finally said in a resigned tone, "I'd like to borrow your glasses for that, if you don't mind. If you've been recording everything that's been happening on them I'll be able to play back things I specifically want to address, which would help immensely in clarifying my meaning."

@Classic_Spaceman

I accept your apology - We're all a bit tense, it seems. 
Right now, I think we should focus on the mission, but we can review the recordings after, if you want. You can't borrow my visor, though - I've got it genetically-coded, but if you tell me where to look, I'll pull up the footage and project it. 
I am curious - What have you heard about psychic fields? I've had experience with them, but what you suggested doesn't sound like anything that I've encountered. 
 

On 1/29/2020 at 9:33 PM, Endgame said:

"I only saw them just the once."

Interesting. . . Just once? Where does that alley lead? 

On 1/29/2020 at 9:33 PM, Endgame said:

He pauses at the mention of the auction.

"Umbra Auction? You watch yourselves. I attended one many many many cycles ago... I imagine the event is unrecognizable now, so I don't have anything to offer you. But really. Do mind yourself if that is the rabbit hole you're going down."

Hmmm. . . Thanks. 
 

On 1/30/2020 at 12:03 AM, samurai-turtle said:

/// Do us all a favor and keep your "overthinking" to yourself. It is making my memory program run in a loop. 

The first chance I get, I am reprogramming you. Absolutely not kidding, so either stow it or make sure you stay conscious. 
 

On 1/29/2020 at 9:33 PM, Endgame said:

The party may proceed down the alley whenever they see fit, or continue to purchase things. Was the party ready to proceed?

Before we go in, I'll scan that alley - I'm not walking into an ambush. 
<D’rosen En’kaas> ["Sensor Sweep"] 

 

OoC: Would scanning the alley be a Perception proficiency check? 
 

Edited February 4, 2020 by Classic_Spaceman

[Duvors]

1 hour ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

I accept your apology - We're all a bit tense, it seems. 
Right now, I think we should focus on the mission, but we can review the recordings after, if you want. You can't borrow my visor, though - I've got it genetically-coded, but if you tell me where to look, I'll pull up the footage and project it. 

"That would be sufficient. The additional time will also allow me to construct a more logical and rational argument, to which I look forward to hearing your response."

1 hour ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

I am curious - What have you heard about psychic fields? I've had experience with them, but what you suggested doesn't sound like anything that I've encountered. 

"Hmm? Oh that! Sorry to say but that was just me 'spitballing' as it were. Extrapolating from what I had read of perception altering fields in an attempt to further an argument about the need for multiple hypothesis in the face of the unknown. Though in hindsight I feel it's inclusion may have harmed the overall thesis."

He smiled weakly as he continued. "I'm afraid that in the wider field of metaphysics the study of psychical* phenomena are more associated with the occult sciences then with the theological. And while I do have an amateur interest in the former I'm afraid I haven't read deeply enough in it to be considered any kind of expert in the field."

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*This is a real word by the way. It's a synonym for 'mental'.

4 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// Do us all a favor and keep your "overthinking" to yourself. It is making my memory program run in a loop. 

 

1 hour ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

The first chance I get, I am reprogramming you. Absolutely not kidding, so either stow it or make sure you stay conscious. 

"Oh for goodness sake." Enson said with an exasperated expression. "Yelana, we've already had this discussion and you just decided to shelve your argument with me for the good of the mission. So I think you're sufficiently capable of self restraint not to reprogram people willy-nilly just because they're rude. And Tester-Three, if you have a complaint about Yelana's behavior there are significantly less blunt and confrontational ways of bringing it to her attention and discussing it. I know my outburst just now may have made it seem acceptable to act like that, but that was the result of an unacceptable loss of control on my part and shouldn't be imitated. You are sufficiently intelligent to be pleasant and rational if you try, so I beg you to do so."

[samurai-turtle]

9 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

The first chance I get, I am reprogramming you. Absolutely not kidding, so either stow it or make sure you stay conscious. 

 

7 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"Oh for goodness sake." Enson said with an exasperated expression. "Yelana, we've already had this discussion and you just decided to shelve your argument with me for the good of the mission. So I think you're sufficiently capable of self restraint not to reprogram people willy-nilly just because they're rude. And Tester-Three, if you have a complaint about Yelana's behavior there are significantly less blunt and confrontational ways of bringing it to her attention and discussing it. I know my outburst just now may have made it seem acceptable to act like that, but that was the result of an unacceptable loss of control on my part and shouldn't be imitated. You are sufficiently intelligent to be pleasant and rational if you try, so I beg you to do so."

/// You are not thinking of the possibility of her being some kind of racist. All she can think of my kind is a slave. Me saying "Yes Master", I will tell you one thing "we" do not put up with it. We some times even go after our creator, we never once win against "him". It is one way to prove that "he" is Superior to us. The creator always said "The day 'we' defeat 'him' is the day life drastically changed in the universe." 

/// Mr. Enson if you have advice on how to deal with Yelana and her so call behavior I will listen. I asked Yelana for any possible improvement and she just ignored me. 

 

[Endgame]

16 hours ago, Kintobor said:

Between the argument breaking out between Enson and Yelana’s argument and her own investigation of her newly purchased helmet, Dunola moves over to Tester Three.

”When you hacked into that map, did you see any decent take out places? I could go for something sloppy about now.”

Dunola looked around for the alley in the meantime, ready to proceed after she put her new helmet on.

"I was always partial to Zorballa's Tavern, but the Cydonians shut it down for health reasons, go figure."

15 hours ago, Goliath said:

Igaz scratches his chin, deciding whether or not to buy something.

"I'll buy a Tinted Visor if you have another."

Igaz then readies himself to proceed.

 

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I would still be able to equip it, correct?

Also a bit uncertain of how I want to spend my EXP points right now.  I am a bit overwhelmed by the many options. 

 

MM Note: Only one piece of armor is wearable at a time, if that is what you are asking. And yes, isn't option paralysis great?

The man boxes up another visor and slides it across the counter, accepting the credits with a quiet nod.

13 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

Before we go in, I'll scan that alley - I'm not walking into an ambush.
 

A glance at the entrance of the alley, and the turf ahead of it, showed that there were no traps, thanks in part to a succesful use of perception.

One left, one right, a second left, and against the right side wall, the party trots along, the buildings of Haurbo blotting out the midday sun and leaving them in the shade. Sure enough, they just phase through one portion of the wall, leading to another, small chamber.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

...

...

Knock.

There's a moment of silence. And then the ground hisses, and drops down in partitions, each step falling into place with a loud clang. The pistons driving the device emit a screen of steam, and before it clears, they can hear something slithering, skittering, crawling against the wall. And as it dissipates, they are face to face with...

"SKREEEEEEEEEAAAARRGH!"

"Samba, Samba, calm down, calm down, they did the knock correct." says the elderly dwarf in a voice that suggested that maybe he ought to switch to e-cigs.

"Skrrr..."

[KotZ]

"Oh, my, well, this is a... delightful creature." He directed his attention to the dwarf. "Don't worry, we mean you and Samba no harm. We're only here to talk."

[samurai-turtle]

/// Which one of you is in charge here? 

[Classic_Spaceman]

13 hours ago, Endgame said:

Well. . . I’m not liking the decor. 

13 hours ago, Endgame said:

"SKREEEEEEEEEAAAARRGH!"

"Samba, Samba, calm down, calm down, they did the knock correct." says the elderly dwarf in a voice that suggested that maybe he ought to switch to e-cigs.

"Skrrr..."

Yeah, uh. . . Hi. We’re looking for a Fangreak named Jek Flakko - We think he might’ve gone this way. Have you seen him? 
Also, if I may ask - What species is. . . “Samba”, did you say? 
 

[Duvors]

23 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// You are not thinking of the possibility of her being some kind of racist. All she can think of my kind is a slave. Me saying "Yes Master", I will tell you one thing "we" do not put up with it. We some times even go after our creator, we never once win against "him". It is one way to prove that "he" is Superior to us. The creator always said "The day 'we' defeat 'him' is the day life drastically changed in the universe." 

"Oh." said Enson, a bit taken aback by this story. "I'm sorry." He paused pensively for a moment. "Tester-Three," he finally continued, "if you and your kind ever attempt to go against your creator again, know that I will always be willing to help."

 

23 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// Mr. Enson if you have advice on how to deal with Yelana and her so call behavior I will listen. I asked Yelana for any possible improvement and she just ignored me. 

Enson opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it again. He knew that there was a right thing to say, something wise that would fix the problem and bring an end to this tension that he felt was threatening to divide the party. But whatever it was just wasn't coming to his mind. So he just shook his head and shrugged.

 

20 hours ago, Endgame said:

"SKREEEEEEEEEAAAARRGH!"

"Samba, Samba, calm down, calm down, they did the knock correct." says the elderly dwarf in a voice that suggested that maybe he ought to switch to e-cigs.

"Skrrr..."

Enson hadn't known exactly what to expect when he'd followed everyone into the room, but it certainly wasn't this. Composing himself quickly he stepped out in front of the party, bowed, and said;

"My apologies, we didn't mean to intrude. My name is Ensonvilterayquis (Enson if you prefer), and these are my companions: Yelana, Tester-Three, Igaz, Kleeck, and Dunola. We are, as has been said, looking for one Jek Flakko, with whom we have business to conduct." He smiled and continued. "That's not an euphemism or anything, we're not mobsters he's angered or anything like that, we just want to talk to him."

[Endgame]

13 hours ago, KotZ said:

"Oh, my, well, this is a... delightful creature." He directed his attention to the dwarf. "Don't worry, we mean you and Samba no harm. We're only here to talk."

"Skorgghh."

"Yep, she's a beaut, ain't she?"

13 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// Which one of you is in charge here? 

"I am, but Samba here is the one that lays down the law if things get messy, so to speak, har har."

"Rrrrmmm."

6 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

Well. . . I’m not liking the decor. 

Yeah, uh. . . Hi. We’re looking for a Fangreak named Jek Flakko - We think he might’ve gone this way. Have you seen him? 
Also, if I may ask - What species is. . . “Samba”, did you say? 
 

"Purebred Prayfole, ain't that right, lady?"

"Skol!"

"Anyway, since you lot keep asking, I might know him... Might not."

4 minutes ago, Lord Duvors said:

Enson hadn't known exactly what to expect when he'd followed everyone into the room, but it certainly wasn't this. Composing himself quickly he stepped out in front of the party, bowed, and said;

"My apologies, we didn't mean to intrude. My name is Ensonvilterayquis (Enson if you prefer), and these are my companions: Yelana, Tester-Three, Igaz, Kleeck, and Dunola. We are, as has been said, looking for one Jek Flakko, with whom we have business to conduct." He smiled and continued. "That's not an euphemism or anything, we're not mobsters he's angered or anything like that, we just want to talk to him."

"Well then, Ensonvilterayquis," he says, the first person on the planet thus far able to manage the tongue twister, "you all keep saying you're looking for Jek this, Jek that. Well, people don't come here to talk. Not here, not now, certainly not today. So are you folks here for the auction or are we gonna have a problem on our hands?"

[Kintobor]

As Enson introduces the group, Dunola makes special attention to bow to the dwarf. "Dunola of Clan Matar, pleasure to make your acquaintance. It's not common to meet another dwarf away from a clanhold. I don't believe you introduced yourself?" 

[Duvors]

3 hours ago, Endgame said:

"Well then, Ensonvilterayquis," he says, the first person on the planet thus far able to manage the tongue twister, "you all keep saying you're looking for Jek this, Jek that. Well, people don't come here to talk. Not here, not now, certainly not today. So are you folks here for the auction or are we gonna have a problem on our hands?"

"I assure you sir, we have no intention of causing any harm or trouble to anyone while we're here. We do indeed have business at the auction and if you'd be willing to let us past we won't take up any more of your time."

[samurai-turtle]

4 hours ago, Lord Duvors said:

"Oh." said Enson, a bit taken aback by this story. "I'm sorry." He paused pensively for a moment. "Tester-Three," he finally continued, "if you and your kind ever attempt to go against your creator again, know that I will always be willing to help." 

/// It will be better if you don't help, it is more like an evolution or right of passage. Besides my creator would be considered unpleasant by most of your kind, being from the Saturn Family of Creatures. And no he is not from the planet Saturn, the more common saying is Dark Family. 

18 hours ago, KotZ said:

 

/// Professor Kleeck is all this cultural information helping your report on War Bots? 

4 hours ago, Endgame said:

"I am, but Samba here is the one that lays down the law if things get messy, so to speak, har har."

"Rrrrmmm

/// Noted, is it true their is anti-matter items being put up for the auction? 

[Yzalirk]

Realizing that the party is asking too many questions and trying to socialize with the unsocial dwarf, Igaz pitches in.

"Lets just cut the crap.  We're here for the auction.  Let us through."

Igaz clenches his shoulders back and cracks his back then his neck.  Maybe it is a sign of intimidation?  He just hopes that his team takes the hint that chatting up everyone they meet is not a good idea.

[Classic_Spaceman]

16 hours ago, Endgame said:

"Well then, Ensonvilterayquis," he says, the first person on the planet thus far able to manage the tongue twister, "you all keep saying you're looking for Jek this, Jek that. Well, people don't come here to talk. Not here, not now, certainly not today. So are you folks here for the auction or are we gonna have a problem on our hands?"

That's exactly why we're here, actually. Jek's how we found this place - No one here that we asked about it could give us the location. 
 

7 hours ago, Goliath said:

Realizing that the party is asking too many questions and trying to socialize with the unsocial dwarf, Igaz pitches in.

"Lets just cut the crap.  We're here for the auction.  Let us through."

Igaz clenches his shoulders back and cracks his back then his neck.  Maybe it is a sign of intimidation?  He just hopes that his team takes the hint that chatting up everyone they meet is not a good idea.

Easy, Igaz - We are here for the auction, so there shouldn't be any problems. Let's not cause any. 

 

On 1/30/2020 at 12:53 PM, samurai-turtle said:

/// You are not thinking of the possibility of her being some kind of racist. All she can think of my kind is a slave. Me saying "Yes Master", I will tell you one thing "we" do not put up with it. We some times even go after our creator, we never once win against "him". It is one way to prove that "he" is Superior to us. The creator always said "The day 'we' defeat 'him' is the day life drastically changed in the universe." 

I. . . I didn't realise War Bots were sentient. All droids I've encountered are either non-sentient and programmed for a single task, or sentient and capable of a wide array of functions. Some are even indistinguishable from other Humanoid species. 
Your creator must have a cruel sense of humour - Programming you with a singular function, but also with sentience and the capacity to recognise your own enslavement. I'm sorry. 

11 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// It will be better if you don't help, it is more like an evolution or right of passage. Besides my creator would be considered unpleasant by most of your kind, being from the Saturn Family of Creatures. And no he is not from the planet Saturn, the more common saying is Dark Family. 

Do your neural processors have learning capabilities, or are they limited? If you'll accept my advice, you need to try to understand your creator - It's the only way you'll be able to defeat him. 
On that note, you seemed to have a problem, earlier, when I was asking questions about the Cydonians. I've found, in my line of work, that understanding is critical to mission success - So, on that note, would you tell me more about this "Dark Family"? 
 

Edited February 1, 2020 by Classic_Spaceman

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18 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// It will be better if you don't help, it is more like an evolution or right of passage. Besides my creator would be considered unpleasant by most of your kind, being from the Saturn Family of Creatures. And no he is not from the planet Saturn, the more common saying is Dark Family. 

/// Professor Kleeck is all this cultural information helping your report on War Bots? 

 

6 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

I. . . I didn't realise War Bots were sentient. All droids I've encountered are either non-sentient and programmed for a single task, or sentient and capable of a wide array of functions. Some are even indistinguishable from other Humanoid species. 

Your creator must have a cruel sense of humour - Programming you with a singular function, but also with sentience and the capacity to recognise your own enslavement. I'm sorry. 

Do your neural processors have learning capabilities, or are they limited? If you'll accept my advice, you need to try to understand your creator - It's the only way you'll be able to defeat him. 
On that note, you seemed to have a problem, earlier, when I was asking questions about the Cydonians. I've found, in my line of work, that understanding is critical to mission success - So, on that note, would you tell me more about this "Dark Family"? 
 

/// I don't know why I am telling any of you, any of this. I am not 100% if these, stories are fully accurate, but these are the unconfirmed information from the War Bot network. It could all just be a way to instill fear from the creator. 

/// Sentient, that is up for debate. What makes you sentient, another possible debate. 

/// Can you imagine a "Demon" building an army just for his own purposes. 

/// Yes, have you ever heard of "Machine Learning"? For memory or brain it is crystalline in nature... I don't think understanding him is the problem it is his mass amounts of "powers" he possesses. 

/// As for "Dark Family" or Saturn the "story" goes like this. The creator found a tome called "Summon Mate". And in this tome was a list of 160 "monsters" with all sorts of information, one of families listed was Saturn. Looking over these "monsters" he realized, he was quite similar to them, probably not having much knowledge on what he is, he figured he belongs to the Saturn Family. The 10 known Saturn species are Devil Butterfly, Baphomet, Devil, Warrior Devil, Lady Devil, Satan, Warrior Satan, Giga Devil, Elemental Devil and Devil Bastet. I imagine finding an old book on these creatures might lead to more information. 

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On 1/31/2020 at 3:06 PM, Kintobor said:

As Enson introduces the group, Dunola makes special attention to bow to the dwarf. "Dunola of Clan Matar, pleasure to make your acquaintance. It's not common to meet another dwarf away from a clanhold. I don't believe you introduced yourself?" 

"Clan Matar, eh? An arcanist, then. Had a cousin in that clan once upon a time, if the ol' memory isn't failing me. Name's Draeyb Rayfo. Clan Alriza." The alchemist's clan... Draeyb gives a small bow back. "Certain circumstances made me take an early leave of absence, so to speak."

22 hours ago, samurai-turtle said:

/// Noted, is it true their is anti-matter items being put up for the auction? 

"Hell, boy, who told you that?! Antimatter is class nine contraband! Any government would execute you on the spot for possesin' that kind of thing, let alone these damn Cydonians. Buncha of the good stuff we were supposed to auction off got caught by them in security."

17 hours ago, Goliath said:

Realizing that the party is asking too many questions and trying to socialize with the unsocial dwarf, Igaz pitches in.

"Lets just cut the crap.  We're here for the auction.  Let us through."

Igaz clenches his shoulders back and cracks his back then his neck.  Maybe it is a sign of intimidation?  He just hopes that his team takes the hint that chatting up everyone they meet is not a good idea.

"Attaboy." says the dwarf, not the least bit intimidated, but it didn't matter in this case... he just wanted straightforward action, and that is what Igaz gave him. The dwarf calls off Samba and steps aside.

10 hours ago, Classic_Spaceman said:

That's exactly why we're here, actually. Jek's how we found this place - No one here that we asked about it could give us the location.

"Huh, well well, ain't that something. Jek and I were in the middle of a card game, so why don't we head down and I could get back to it."

The party descends down, beneath the surface of Gnorra into old maintenance tunnels. Once upon a time these were bustling with life as workers toiled away under the watchful eyes of their supervisors. Now, the tunnels had gone vacant and unused, the ship building facilities they had connected moved northward towards the Gnorran capital. Since then, they had fallen into relative disrepair, becoming the den of shady dealing such as the auction... The agents can smell all sorts of strange scents, belonging to drinks and drugs they might not even heard of. In hushed whispers humans and aliens alike communicate with each other, discussing what was for sale, and for how much, and why was attendance so low, was it the Cydonians?

One corner of the dark den stood out...

There was that card game. Four figures sat around the table, with a fifth delivering a lady with a particularly interesting arm a platter of all sorts of beverages.