Session 6 4

Small metal objects, rolling down the tube to the room the party is in. Even Ingenue has enough military experience (downloaded) to know that these are almost certainly grenades.
Spyboy Pearson grabs Heggy and dives behind cover.
Abraham yells out "Take cover!" ((Oratory maneuver to add the aspect 'Alerted' to the players))
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - - - + (Base: 4 Total: 2) (Oratory maneuver to add the aspect 'Alerted' to the players.)
[OOC] WC GM: Success!
[OOC] Abraham: Well, unless the grenades are yelling to down me out or everyone deliberately shuts down their radios… success!
The grenades, like most of their kind, are speechless. Not out of admiration for Abraham's oratory, but out of sheer passive indifference.
[OOC] Ingenue: Isn't 'moves behind cover' essentially a maneuver anyways? Do you want rolls for that?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Given that the last thing that happened was Nue disconnecting the servers and thereby disabling the robots attacking us, followed by Zinda plugging the servers back in…
Abraham , rather belatedly, follows his own advice.
[OOC] WC GM: Followed by the connection being shot up, followed by grenades. And, no roll needed - you've got plenty of warning this time.
Ingenue watches the small spheres roll along curiously, until the recognition algorithm kicks in and dutifully moves behind cover if Zinda is out of the line of fire.
Zinda Tegram dives behind a now-shot-up computer console and pops a sensor orb off her belt.
[OOC] Abraham: Now watch, it turns out those 'grenades' were really easter eggs. Obviously someone mistook Heggy for 'someone' else.
Zinda Tegram: "Tch. Amateurs."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: How's Gravity?
The grenades rattle to a stop, exploding moments later, though with not even enough force to fully take out even one computer console, let alone breach the hull.
[OOC] Abraham: Are the grenades painted in colorful, pastel patterns?
[OOC] Abraham: But probably enough force to breach suits.
[OOC] WC GM: Gravity is still absent. And - no, they're bland grey orbs. Oppressively bland, even.
Zinda Tegram: "Who rolls stuff in micro-gravity…"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: There any wireless access points in here?
Zinda Tegram cricks her neck, and pops out of cover just long enough to pitch the sensor orb back down hall.
[OOC] WC GM: Not any more, now that they've been shot up. Of course, that was because the access port was being used the other way.
Zinda's orb sails straight and true, as if tossed by someone who actually knows what she's doing in zero-g. It travels up a long tube, at the end of which another of those robots is seen loading up more grenades from a hopper. It does not seem to be in any hurry; one might almost call its actions listless.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Figured.
The orb starts detecting wireless signals about halfway up the tube.
Zinda Tegram: "They're just robots."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, if that's how they want to play it…"
Zinda Tegram proceeds to pull out an EMP grenade.
[OOC] WC GM: Tossing it up the shaft?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Waiting.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Gonna give Spyboy a crack first.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy's out of range, unless you're linking him in through your orb?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I was about to ask him that yes. xD
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, my crystal ball there's picking up some wireless signals. Y'want a crack at 'em?"
Spyboy Pearson: "….muahahahaha."
Spyboy Pearson already has Zinda's access codes on file, and therefore goes through them.
Spyboy Pearson: "….Hmm. Given that ridiculous monstrosity is gonna send another passel of grenades down here soon…"
Spyboy quickly gains access to the computers on the asteroid at the far end of the tube. It seems to be collecting grenades from elsewhere - there is quite the load already assembled. More of them will be on their way soon, a flood in increasing numbers, if nothing is done to stop them.
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: + 0 + 0 (Base: 5 Total: 7) (Communications to divert input from any cameras in the room.)
[OOC] WC GM: Divert input from cameras? Cameras are output.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Sure, but computers receive their output as input.
[OOC] Abraham: Okay, I have not been playing WatchDogs at all, but please tell me the grenades are /not/ networked.
The cameras were already off. Whatever is guiding things, it's doing it blind.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: =D I have
As far as Spyboy can tell, the grenades are, indeed, not networked. So far.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Also, detonating the explosives on peoples' persons is quite amusing and I basically never do it.
[OOC] WC GM: What, the iBomb isn't just a cool fashion accessory? :P
Spyboy Pearson sidles into control of the grenadier robot and changes some parameters, guiding the 'target' from the tube the group is down…to the hopper full of grenades.
Spyboy Pearson: "Admiral, how is your suit holding up? Patched enough?"
Zinda Tegram in the meantime sets Sterne Lanze into drone mode and backs it out of the hangar. Worst comes to worst, maybe she can sever some bridges.
…text comes back along Spyboy's link. "hey stop that"
Abraham: "Integrity is holding for now. But I do not intend to do any swordplay in this suit anytime soon."
Spyboy Pearson sends a text back… "why lolz"
???Text: "i'm trying to blow these boarders up here"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Any idea where the texts are coming from?
[OOC] Abraham: The sender seems to be Anonymous.
The texts are coming from deeper within the cluster. Hard to tell without a map.
[OOC] Abraham: BRB. Off to get a map :)
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We can just have Sterne Lanze do a flyover of each 'roid
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: 'Till we find them.
[OOC] Ingenue: Hasn't google mapped out here yet?
Spyboy Pearson sends another response: "y no cameras???"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh my god. xD
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Y'know if it came to it I could turn this whole damn complex into an alien movie.
[OOC] Abraham: Back.
???Text: "don't need them"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just be like, "Yeah Roland please eject cargo bay 9."
???Text: "here, have a plan" Schematics stream down the link, showing Spyboy the precise position of each incoming grenade and worker robot in the next asteroid.
Spyboy Pearson grins maliciously. Heggy thwaps him lightly.
Spyboy Pearson responds, "wat if map gets stolen?"
And of the asteroids to the sides, and branching from there - it looks like somewhere between 100 and 1,000 asteroids actually producing grenades, shipping them through the cluster for collection in the next asteroid, to be lobbed in increasing groups.
Abraham: "Is it possible they are linked on some cameras on the robot itself? Regardless we do rather need to stop more grenades from coming at us."
???Text: "stolen by who?"
Spyboy Pearson posts: "stolen by boarders =O"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh my god. xD
Spyboy Pearson also turns on the display of his computer, showing the rest of the team the schematic.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: The =O just mades it. xD
???Text: "pff, yaright, they got external view so they should be able to map - and anyway, they're just playing rudely"
It seems that someone does not appreciate how dense their cluster is.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Rudely? xD How so? xD
[OOC] WC GM: That may have something to do with property damage already inflicted.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahahaha yeah but I wanna hear him say it. xD
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Pfft. Cutting through walls, blowing up computers…. And I'm wondering if they're what happens when you fail to duplicate an AI well.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Or her.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Could be a lady.
Spyboy Pearson quirks his mouth apparently as he composes a response. "orly? like wat?"
Zinda Tegram starts flying Sterne Lanze around trying to triangulate the wireless signal.
???Text: "blowing holes in walls, trashing our workers - man, what do they even want?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: "I dunno have you tried asking them? You shot at them first."
The wireless signal in the next asteroid seems to be coming from said asteroid. Given the cabling in the transfer tubes, it is likely that each asteroid is wired to its neighbors, then has local wireless for that specific asteroid.
However, the tangle of tubes prevents easy maneuvering more than a few asteroids in.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Honestly I don't know if they shot at us first. I could easily, EASILY, believe Zinda started it. =D
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: "We landed all peaceful-like in the hangar. Then their robots shot at us."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: "….Boring conversation anyway."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: "So we went into boarding mode."
[OOC] WC GM: Did Zinda shoot first?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I dun think so.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I mean if Greedo were there yeah, but uh…
Zinda Tegram looks at the tangle of tubes and just sighs.
The robots fired the actual first shot, though it is difficult to tell if they thought they saw provocation.
Zinda Tegram: "How were you expecting to defend this…?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: To be fair, Zinda is pretty extreme provocation. Also they may have seen my computer.
Spyboy Pearson tracks up, back, to the side, back down - eventually reaching the asteroid to the side of the one the group is on. There, he hacks a patch to make the robots ignore the team.
[OOC] Abraham: Oh, are you one of those people who fills up their entire desktop with icons? Yeah, I'd consider that a provocation to.
Spyboy Pearson: "There are a lot of grenades flowing into that asteroid. Probably easiest just to go around."
[OOC] WC GM: Did Zinda text that, or verbally ask it of Spyboy?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: She muttered it.
Spyboy finds no patch needed: the robots do not react; they are directly controlled.
Sever all connections and the robots go inert.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Robots probably double as cameras.
[OOC] WC GM: Those that have cameras, yeah - when the cameras are paid attention to.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: …They're not robots….they're FINGERS.
[OOC] Abraham: So long as they don't ask us to dance.
Spyboy Pearson: "Zinda, if you could send one message to the defense and they thought it was from their own side, what would you say?"
[OOC] WC GM: Robotic fingers, but yeah.
Abraham: "Well, how about 'Orders from the top. We are to cooperate fully with the 'borders'.'"
Zinda Tegram: "Huh…"
Spyboy Pearson frowns
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah, I don't see that one working."
Zinda Tegram: "Didn't we shoot at them first?"
Abraham: "Eh, one can hope."
Zinda Tegram: "I guess?"
Zinda Tegram: "I mean…Oh, I know."
Zinda Tegram: "Where are you?"
Abraham: "'Where are you now?' might be better. Implies familiarity."
Spyboy Pearson: "….Yes. Very much yes."
Spyboy Pearson quickly converts that to his 'chat voice.' "where u at???"
???Text: "you mean my tube? moved it out to rock 3, so i'd have better bandwidth to the cluster."
???Text: "not that i don't like partying with you, but someone's got to keep an eye on the physical layer, you know?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Bingo. And we have the map, so…
Spyboy Pearson: "I don't have the slightest clue of whether that was helpful or not."
Spyboy Pearson: "Buuut it'd probably be best if we vacate this rock before they send another robot to drop a thousand asteroids' production of grenades in here."
Spyboy Pearson: "Shall we?"
Zinda Tegram proceeds to look up rock 3 on the map.
Zinda Tegram: "Just sever the tubes."
Zinda Tegram: "We can then spin the asteroids so that the grenades don't get inside."
Spyboy Pearson: "Then we can…? Leave the asteroid so that we can actually get anywhere?"
Zinda Tegram: "No. Then we go to rock 3 while they think we're holed up in here."
Spyboy Pearson: "It's not like we can stay on this rock indefinitely. We need to leave, one way or the other. I'm just saying that the next rock is fortified, while the one to the side is not."
Zinda Tegram: "Oh, erm. Yeah, leave the asteroid."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Is rock 3 on the map?
Zinda Tegram: "I mean, why not just climb in our fighters and, uh, pay our hosts a visit?"
While you have a map of the cluster, you do not know what they label each asteroid. That said, Zinda can easily guess that "Rock 3" would be one of the earliest, and thus probably most centrally located, asteroids.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh. Well, fly into the middle then and bypass the outward grenade flow?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I mean the tubes are dense but we have a map, so….
Zinda Tegram: "Well, whatever we do, let's get off this rock."
Zinda Tegram orders Sterne Lanze back to the hangar and starts walking back.
Spyboy Pearson clomps along slowly after.
Heggy grabs Spyboy, deactivates his magboots, and kicks off down the tube, gliding after Zinda.
Abraham pulls himself along.
Ingenue proceeds.
Zinda Tegram hops into her fighter and starts making her way to the center of the asteroid cluster, moving very carefully so as to avoid and camouflaged guns.
The room detonates after you have left.
The tubes are too dense to get the fighters close to the center. That said, it is possible to park and proceed "on foot" , drifting and maneuvering for about half an hour to get to the center. There is then the very small problem that none of the central asteroids have anything resembling airlocks.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: ….like that ever stopped Zinda.
Zinda Tegram sighs, then opens her frame, grabs her toolkit, and pulls out an EVA unit.
Zinda Tegram: "Anyone gonna need a ride?"
Abraham slips on his own EVA harness. "Metis probably does, unless I missed that feature of hers."
[OOC] WC GM: Like I said, "very small problem".
[OOC] Ingenue: We can always dig…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda tries not to dig too much around Metis. xD
Zinda Tegram: "Honey, come here would you?"
Zinda Tegram starts adjusting the EVA unit's straps to accommodate Metis's frame.
Ingenue: "Is floating through empty space now considered an acceptable risk?"
Zinda Tegram: "Oh, uh, right. I never taught you…"
Zinda Tegram pushes herself into the back seat of the Sterne Lanze and undoes Metis's flight harness.
Zinda Tegram: "We're gonna need to teach you how to to move in micro-gravity soon. I learned it when I was 4…"
Zinda Tegram: "Raise yours arms!"
Ingenue raises arms.
Zinda Tegram slips the EVA unit on Metis like a backpack and starts doing up the front buckles.
Zinda Tegram: "Ok, the left joystick controls pitch and roll, and the right controls yaw and thrust."
Zinda Tegram: "If you need to break, hit the red button."
Zinda Tegram: "Got it?"
Ingenue: "It is simpler than controlling a fighter?"
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…yes."
Ingenue: "Good."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Now to watch her spin out of control. xD
[OOC] WC GM: Yyyeah, I'm going to need a Pilot check from Ingenue.
[OOC] WC GM: And the rest of the party except Zinda, actually.
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda too if you want, but that's autopass.
[OOC] Ingenue: Pilot? Wouldn't it be EVA?
[OOC] Abraham: Nah, that's just for fighting Angels.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Sound fair to me!
[OOC] WC GM: Oh, right, yeah. EVA.
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: - - - - (Base: 4 Total: 0) (Piloting for Heggy)
[OOC] WC GM: Forgot that was a separate skill.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: WHOA.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: I….kinda want to let that stand.
[OOC] WC GM: Hi there Chessa!
Ingenue rolled up 4dF: + 0 0 - (Base: 1 Total: 1) ((EVA check to not fall over and explode))
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 - 0 - (Base: 1 Total: -1) (EVA, because YOU demanded it.)
[OOC] Ingenue: I rolled +0… and that was the highest roll. Oh dear.
[OOC] Abraham: Yeah, I'm gonna invoke math geek to get myself to a positive value.
[OOC] WC GM: And for Spyboy?
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: + - - 0 (Base: 0 Total: -1) (EVA check)
Smooth formation flying this is not.
Zinda Tegram looks back and grimaces.
Spyboy and Heggy spin out of control, clipping tube after tube - and rupturing their suits in the process. Easily patched, but now they have Patched Suits.
[OOC] WC GM: As in Aspect
[OOC] WC GM: Minor Physical Consequence, even.
Zinda Tegram: "Metis, dear, how about you uh…just hold my hand."
Abraham helps Spyboy and Heggy orient themselves. "
Abraham nearly joins them, until he figures out that this is ballistics, and pulls the same math that any sniper might use.
[OOC] Abraham: One shot = One kill? Well whatever works.
[OOC] WC GM: He himself is the projectile here. And hopefully there won't need to be more than one Abraham fired into the cluster.
Ingenue observes the action/reaction equation of the others. "Yes, perhaps that would be best…."
Ingenue takes a firm grip on Zinda's hand.
[OOC] Ingenue: "Firm" does not equate 'shatters every hand bone'. Just saying.
[OOC] Abraham: "Ingenue dear, please do not pulp mommy's hand."
Zinda Tegram pulls a rope out of the back of Sterne Lanze and casts it back to help the, uh, stragglers.
What was calculated to take half an hour, winds up being a full hour by the time the party reaches what is nearly a dyson sphere of asteroids clustered around a large central one. These asteroids are quite warm - and judging by the radioactivity levels, a few are almost entirely power plants buried deep inside rock. Hopefully those will not need visits.
Zinda Tegram pulls out a radio. "Hi, we know you're there. Rock 3, right?"
No response.
Zinda Tegram starts hunting around for wireless signals.
Every asteroid in the core is alive with signals - the power plant rocks less so, the central one most so.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Let's go with the rock that would be the 3rd least populous.
A random guess, but as good as any. Visually, it is but another rock, tens of meters across, with tubes sprouting at random locations and directions linking it to the matrix.
Zinda Tegram stretches and messages Spyboy.
Ingenue accesses other sensory inputs than the standard 'visual'.
Zinda Tegram: "I think this is the one?"
Zinda Tegram floats up to one of the tubes and looks inside.
The tubes are solid rock, no windows. Nothing to see through, unless you cut it open.
Ingenue: "[Should we breach?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Nah we don't wanna kill someone if they're inside."
Zinda Tegram raps on the rube.
[OOC] Ingenue: That's not nice. Don't rap on the rube.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hehe.
Zinda Tegram: "Hello? Anyone in there?"
No verbal response.
Zinda Tegram pulls out the same scanner she used on the nephilim ship and brings it up to the tube.
The tube has very active power and data connections, but no cargo - and certainly no people.
Ingenue: "[It is likely that those inside are distracted. There are multiple signals moving through a small area, detailing multiple participants in utilizing client systems to produce simulated entertainment. I believe it would be called a 'LAN Party'.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[Actually, I think they may be indulging in some form of brain uploading.]"
Zinda Tegram: "Hey, Spyboy, wanna give our friend another message?"
Zinda Tegram: "We're the boarders. We've found your tubes. Mind explaining why your droids in the hangar shot at us?"
Spyboy Pearson: "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure at this point that I want to know the answer."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Are we close enough to the rock to tap into its wireless network?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes. Or rather - which one of several?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Eh, pick one and work from there =D
Spyboy Pearson chooses a signal at random and starts listening.
[OOC] Ingenue: Time to start packet sniffing…
Spyboy soon confirms Ingenue's findings. He's even played that particular FPS. It would be trivial to whip up his own 'client' and link into the game world - even, one for each of the party.
Spyboy Pearson: "Huh. It really is a LAN party."
Zinda Tegram: "Whaddya know."
Abraham: "Everybody's gotta have a party."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah, well. Between this and my chat from earlier, I think I understand why the robots started shooting as soon as they saw us."
Spyboy Pearson: "….Because we were there…"
Ingenue: "[That seems insufficient reason to shoot at someone.]"
Zinda Tegram: "Of course…"
Spyboy Pearson: "[True…if you've been exposed to as much of the practical universe as, say, you. I don't think they have.]"
Spyboy Pearson: "[They've demonstrated that those who are the most in-tune with the physical world, those who keep the cluster running, have no real conception of what it's like outside.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[So, are we going in?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Because if they need a new player, I'm pretty sure I've got something in cargo back up on the Roland that could blow their game wide open.]"
[OOC] Ingenue: There are layers to that metaphor.
[OOC] WC GM: Several.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hehe.
Spyboy Pearson: "Zinda, can you make a hole big enough to seal with a sensor orb?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Small enough, rather."
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, probably, but uh…'
Zinda Tegram: "Why?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Because we have no idea about what anything is like on the inside."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Actually…are there any robots in there? Like, with cameras?
[OOC] WC GM: Not even any robots at this moment.
Zinda Tegram sighs.
Zinda Tegram: "OK, I can but uh…"
Zinda Tegram: "If someone dies that's on you."
Spyboy Pearson: "There's no cameras. There's no robots. This could be a high-connectivity hub, or it could be a rec deck."
Spyboy Pearson: "….And yeah, that's why I'd want you cutting through the tube and with minimal size."
Spyboy Pearson: "I'd assumed someone with your background had experience boarding stations with subtlety."
Spyboy Pearson: "….In retrospect, of course, subtlety isn't your specialty, but…"
Zinda Tegram places an orb and traces it with her torch just enough to create a guide-mark.
[OOC] WC GM: Cutting around active power/data feeds, I assume?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah. Using the sensor back she carries around the find them.
[OOC] WC GM: No opposition to the cuts.
Zinda Tegram then follows her guide cuts as quickly as possible, removes the cut plate, jams the orb in, and starts trying to weld the orb into the tube.
Zinda has an eye on an empty tube.
Zinda Tegram shrugs. "Well, let's get in there then."
Zinda Tegram cuts a bit more liberally and starts checking the internals out.
[OOC] WC GM: Calling it here, since that's a good ending point and IRC is acting up.

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