Session 6 6

So there the party is, threatening the mining facility and those few of the people it contains who still care about the outside world.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah that's the one.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Hrrin's fault.
[OOC] Abraham: Personally, I'm blaming the Doc.
Controller: "not that we need to test it, but we're blowing up a moon later today."
Controller: "bomb's almost in position."
Spyboy Pearson: "Is the moon inhabited?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: For the record, the reason I'm blaming Hrrin is this could easily be considered Zinda's fault, like for reals, which plays hell with our standing policy….
[OOC] Abraham: I will not. I will not. I will That'snomoonit'saspacestation not. There. I didn't do it. DAMNIT!
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: How does it play hell with the policy?)
Controller: "of course not. we're the only inhabitants in this system, 'cept for that station and they're only temporary."
[OOC] WC GM: I believe he refers to the policy of blaming Zinda.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yup!
Spyboy Pearson murmurs to himself, "….za?"
Spyboy Pearson: "So, then…this system isn't Crest headquarters, their secret base, where they perfect most of their secret plans? I feel so let down."
[OOC] WC GM: Was that spoken or typed?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Spoken.
Abraham pats Spyboy on the shoulder. "There there. I'm sure we'll find an evil lair eventually. Besides Naval headquarters I mean."
Ingenue: "Secret bases are evil? Are they evil because of the secrets?"
[OOC] PickYerPoison: or secret because they are evil?
[OOC] WC GM: Or evilly secret because they're secretly evil?
Abraham: "Not all, but most are. And we're pretty much presuming that Crest's secret base will be evil."
Ingenue: "So, most secrets are evil?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Most secrets are fun."
Ingenue: "Is there a correlation between 'evil' and 'fun'?"
Abraham: "Most /Secret Bases/ are evil. Not all, but enough to assume they are until you have reason to know they are not."
Spyboy Pearson: "So….why are we here, then?"
[OOC] Abraham: I really don't remember.
[OOC] Abraham: Beyond it being unexplored by us which makes it interesting, if an inefficient use of military resources.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: We were here to steal Crest's robot fleet. Only it turns out to be the Crest's Remnants Mining Fleet.
[OOC] WC GM: Also checking out the fleet - which turned out to be a mining fleet.
[OOC] WC GM: A quickly growing one.
[OOC] Abraham: So it's a fleet that… digs… holes…
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yes, if Elles came bursting in behind us I would be totally unsurprised.
[OOC] Abraham: But we would /act/ surprised. As a courtesy, of course.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Naturally.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: So…how about this.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We hook them up with Elle's designs and get them to stop building Temblors
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: And they give us the Temblor plans?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: And we call it good?
[OOC] Abraham: That could work.
[OOC] Ingenue: I'm fine with having the Temblor plans. Very fine indeed.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Alright. Zinda's just the lady with the knife to their throat. Abraham's the negotiator.
[OOC] WC GM: …I was hoping you were going to try that. :D
[OOC] Abraham: refresh my memory, the people are in cryo and matrixed into a network. They are not brains in jars, yes?
[OOC] Ingenue: I think they are brains in jars, at least some of them.
[OOC] WC GM: So far as you can tell, they are brains in elaborate jars.
[OOC] WC GM: You've seen no signs of cryopreservation equipment here.
[OOC] WC GM: Besides, cryo would slow/stop brain function too, so there'd be nothing worth wiring in.
Abraham: "Spyboy, ask them if we could give them plans to manufacture more advanced mining apparatus, what would that be worth to them?"
Spyboy Pearson pauses, cracks his knuckles through the suit, and stretches his neck as much as he can. Then he sets out to Negotiate.
Spyboy Pearson: "How useful would you find the plans for some…more advanced mining systems?"
Controller: "like?"
[OOC] Abraham: Negotiation, what a show. Negotiation, here we go. Negotiation, bet you're wishing we would go away. do do de da bow. But negotiation's here and it's here to staaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!
Spyboy Pearson transmits a spec sheet on one of Elles' walking smelters.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Stop making Temblors. Give us the Temblor plans.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Wipe them off your network.
Controller: "what is this i don't even."
Spyboy Pearson: "Walking remote-controlled smelter."
Controller: "like you want to keep the planet intact or something."
Spyboy Pearson: "Eh, it was built on a planet that needed the planet surface intact for shielding."
Zinda Tegram: "But I'm sure you can make the necessary modifications."
Controller: "Mu Cephei? lagos make?"
Zinda Tegram: "I wouldn't call the manufacturer a Lago. But that's not important.."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes."
Zinda Tegram: "What's important is your end of the deal."
Controller: "deal? for what? this is not useful."
Spyboy Pearson snakes out a copy of the Temblor plans and saves it to a secure partition.
Zinda Tegram: "See, we don't give too much of a shit what you do in this system, except that your toys don't leak out."
Zinda Tegram: "We can't exactly deal with you making spare temblors out here where they'd be easy to swipe."
Spyboy Pearson: "Why is it not useful? It's faster and more efficient than what you've got."
Like many things, Spyboy finds the Temblor plans unencrypted on the network.
Controller: "sure, if you're keeping the planet together."
Spyboy Pearson pulls together a virus to wipe out the Temblor plans and all backups.
Spyboy Pearson: "Heck, period. I've seen your smelters. Not that efficient."
Zinda Tegram: "You're not fucking stupid. You know the designs can be reworked to break the planets."
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy: Cultures/Tech
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: - 0 0 + (Base: 3 Total: 3) (Cultures/Technology)
Spyboy realizes that these are the people who designed the Temblor. If anyone would have the plans committed to memory, it would be these guys. Whether or not he could wipe the files, it'd be a Sisyphean task: they would just rewrite as needed.
Spyboy Pearson: "You know what? Perhaps deal is not the right way to put it."
Spyboy Pearson: "Let's call it a treaty."
Controller: "sure they can be reworked. now, reworked designs might be of use."
Spyboy Pearson: "See, the Destroyer is right."
Spyboy Pearson thinks to himself, "for once."
Spyboy Pearson: "We, the people from outside Aldrin, cannot afford to have you making Temblors."
Spyboy Pearson: "If you need to keep cracking planets to get their resources, then you can't afford to stop."
Spyboy Pearson: "Which means we'll have to stop you."
Spyboy Pearson: "And we outnumber you, so we'll win."
Zinda Tegram: "You don't seem to get the position you're in right now."
Zinda Tegram: "We probably don't even need them."
Zinda Tegram: "Now, we're not asking for a whole lot. Blow planets up without using a bomb."
Zinda Tegram: "You realize that the Lagos almost got it right?"
Controller: "they did?"
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah. We wouldn't be here if you hadn't already fucked up."
Controller: "last i heard they weren't blowing up Prime. do they want to?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yes and no. The….person….who designed these mining machines wants to, because it can't leave any other way."
Controller: "huh. do you want them to?"
Zinda Tegram: "Point is, you either wise the fuck up or we act smart for you."
Zinda Tegram: "Corporate doesn't tell you chucklefucks anything, do they?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Obviously not, Zinda. Corporate thinks they're dead."
Controller: "not for a while, and we like it that way."
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah well, there's shit going down and if you keep building those things you're a god damned liability."
Spyboy Pearson: "Besides. =D We both know it's more fun to tear planets apart with mass drivers than bombs."
Controller: "u have a point."
Abraham: "It's also far more likely to preserve any rare earths and not denature them."
Controller: "we'll work on that. already got a few en route, be a shame to waste them. u want the rest?"
Spyboy Pearson blinks.
Zinda Tegram: "You can use the few on route. Drop the others in the sun."
Abraham scribbles a quick note to Spyboy. "Never look a gift fleet in the tail pipe."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Custody is a liability.
Controller: "nah. we object to waste like that on principle. you want to sun 'em, you do it."
Zinda Tegram: "…Fine. Leave 'em in orbit."
Spyboy Pearson: "You know what might be interesting, if done remotely?"
Controller: "that oldziey-looking fighter, we could adapt them to its hardpoints."
Spyboy Pearson: "Disassemble 'em for parts with robots. At a distance."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Hee. Conflict of interest for Zinda =D
Controller: "nah. we'll have all three loaded on your fighter in about 30 minutes."
Zinda Tegram: "…"
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
Zinda Tegram: "You hurt it and you're a dead jar."
Heggy: "Triple Temblors? Terrifying."
Controller: "we are professionals. we'll patch up those micrometeor holes while we're at it."
Zinda Tegram: "…Feh. Your habs don't inspire confidence."
Spyboy notes a flurry of orders fired off to the robots. A brief examination suggests they are intended to act as described.
Spyboy Pearson doesn't consider changing them. Not even for a second!
[OOC] WC GM: Doing anything further here? Or returning to fighters while the work proceeds, or something else?
Spyboy Pearson sighs
Spyboy Pearson: "Anyone got anything else?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda heads back to her fighter, yeah.
Ingenue: "I do not."
Sure enough, upon return…only two of the Temblors are immediately firable, the third is just cargo. Then again, the original mount was for just one at a time…and how many missions would the Sterne Lanze go on where it needs to fire two?
[OOC] Ingenue: Just the one mission.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: This is Zinda we're talking about, here.
[OOC] WC GM: ^
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Heh.
[OOC] Abraham: Back
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: So, WC….
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I have a stunt.
[OOC] WC GM: Yes you do.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Let's just, uh, set some slithers to work on getting the slither-plans for that bomb for me to have.
[OOC] Abraham: But is it a stunty stunt of stuntyness?
Zinda Tegram does not trust the new explosives on her fighter, and so checks to make sure all of their safeties are on and that any remote detonators they have are disabled.
As you board, a twinkle betrays another ship leaving the facility. Sensors soon confirm: a very small unarmed ship, with the smallest jump drive you have yet seen. No cockpit, but the nature of the pilot is easy to guess.
[OOC] Abraham: What /would/ be the effect of a Temblor bomb on an object as small as the Stern Lance?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Shatter it probably.
[OOC] Ingenue: With lots of shifts left over.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Earthquake.
[OOC] Abraham: But… science…
[OOC] WC GM: An explosion large enough to set off a planet-shattering earthquake can indeed destroy most small craft. Or most Roland-sized craft.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …unmanned ship left?
Zinda Tegram: "Hey, did you guys have any other guests?"
Indeed, everything is ready to fire - almost as if she had loaded it personally, though with a few stylistic differences, similar to what Zinda has had with the Roland's hangar crew.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: It's either a temblor, or a jar.
Zinda Tegram begins scramble startup procedures, intent on keeping sensors on the unexpected ship.
Controller: "just sending someone to check out what u said."
Zinda Tegram: "A fair warning, for your own sake here…"
Spyboy Pearson: "Great. They're opening negotiations with Elles. I hope you know this is your fault…"
Zinda Tegram: "The *thing* in the middle of that planet is insane, powerful, and stuck. If it gets out we will all be screwed."
Controller: "whoever it is has got skillz yo."
Zinda Tegram: "Whatever, rather. It's an AI."
Controller: "sure it is."
Zinda Tegram: "And it's been down there a very, very, long time, and it will murder you all if it thinks it can dig another hole in your dyson sphere."
Ingenue: "AIs are a 'what' not a 'who'?"
Zinda Tegram catches herself.
Zinda Tegram: "Uh…I think in this case it's just Elles in particular, honey."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is a hypocrite~
Zinda Tegram: "You're an AI and you're a person, so uh…There."
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham is seriously considering calling Android Protection Services on Zinda.
[OOC] Abraham: Which I suppose would be Google.
Ingenue: "Elles is a what, I am a who. Filed."
[OOC] Abraham: And Zinda is a which.
[OOC] WC GM: Which leaves Spyboy as a how, Ingenue as a why, and Abraham as both a when and a where?
[OOC] WC GM: Ingenue as also a why, that is…unless Heggy's the why.
[OOC] Ingenue: Since Nue is the who, wouldn't Heggy be the why? And Doc could be a where. But not a were; wrong game.
[OOC] Abraham: I prefer to think of myself as a whether.
[OOC] WC GM: So! Anything further before returning to the Roland and the station - or are you chasing after the messenger?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Not a whole lot we can do at this point.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Back to the Roland it is!
As you return, active sensors from the station. Not unusual, but they are clearly examining the Sterne Lanze in detail…and then the neutrino radio, still at Zinda's side, pings and forwards.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Picking up neutrino sensors?
Nephilim: "[#You return with planet destroyers, as predicted.#]"
[OOC] WC GM: Communications.
[OOC] WC GM: As usual.
Spyboy Pearson rolled up 4dF: + + - + (Base: 5 Total: 7) (Comms)
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Oh
[OOC] WC GM: Not "check against". :P
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Too late =p
Zinda Tegram: "[#Preedoocted?#]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda's Kilrah is bad.
Ingenue: "Predicted."
Abraham: "What is predicted?"
Ingenue: "That we would return with 'planet destroyers'."
Abraham: "Um… yeah, the Nephilim did say that… why do you bring that up?"
Ingenue: "Because not everyone is fully fluent in Kilrah."
Spyboy Pearson: "This is true."
Abraham: "… oh. OH, you're in contact with them. Okay, I see."
Heggy: "I'm not all that impressed by their prediction."
Zinda Tegram: "O-oh."
[OOC] Abraham: Ironically enough, I /am/ fully fluent in Kilrah.
Heggy: "Are they gonna predict we're going to go into a produce store and come out with carrots, next?"
Nephilm: "[#It is natural for the Abrahim to acquire such power so easily.#]"
Abraham: "That would be a feat. I'm a celery man, myself."
Nephilm: "[#For who else would it be true?#]"
Heggy: "With all due respect, Admiral….eww."
Abraham: "What? It's not like they're Brussels sprouts."
Spyboy Pearson: "You know what Lagos do with celery, Admiral?"
Spyboy Pearson: "They put toothpaste on them, chew them up, and spit them out."
Spyboy Pearson: "No joke."
Ingenue: "Is that their tooth maintenance cycle?"
Zinda Tegram: "[#Abraham?#]"
Abraham: "I'd say 'well, more for me.' but… toothpaste. Eew."
Zinda Tegram: "[I'm the one that got them…]"
[OOC] Abraham: Yes! Good work minion. You may have an hour in the maximum fun room.
Nephilm: "[#Abrahim!#]"
The Nephilim do not seem to respond to Zinda's Terran transmission.
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham sticks a couple of marshmallows on sticks and roasts them with the flames coming out of Zinda's ears.
Zinda Tegram: "Tch."
Zinda Tegram starts digging around for a Kilrah phrase book.
Zinda Tegram: "[#I broot bock the weponz#]"
Spyboy Pearson opens a comm channel to the station.
Spyboy Pearson: "Hey."
Nephilim: "[#Is your communicator damaged? That should not be possible.#]"
Zinda Tegram looks through the book.
Wayne: "Hey there. I see you're packing some heavy firepower now."
Zinda Tegram: "[#Me Kilrah poorly#]"
Zinda Tegram: "[#Languooge unfamiliar#]"
Nephilim: "[#Then let the Abrahim speak.#]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah, well, that's all we got. The robot fleet was a bust."
Wayne: "A bust? We can read 'em from here."
Zinda Tegram: "[…rude…]"
Spyboy Pearson: "Sure, but they're mining ships."
Wayne: "Y'don't say. All that, just fer minin'?"
[OOC] Abraham: This is non-neutrino, yes?
Spyboy Pearson: "Well, to be fair, they're more into mining than Elles is, and that's saying something."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah.
[OOC] WC GM: Wayne/Spyboy is non-neutrino, yeah.
Zinda Tegram: "They're building a dyson sphere."
Abraham: "I am confident we can repurpose the ships as needed."
Wayne: "Who's Elles?"
Abraham: "A very prolific miner. Very prolific."
Abraham: "Obsessed, even."
Wayne: "Huh. So…dyson sphere, y'say. How fast d'you reckon they'll get out this far?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Not sure, but it might be worth moving the station."
Wayne: "Wouldn' mind that, though it'll throw all our calibrations off. Where'd ya like t' move us to?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Where would be the best place to resume work?"
Wayne: "Oh, y'know, anywhere'd do. Armstrong maybe, if y'want us t' link traffic straight from th' capital back to ConFed space."
Abraham: "I don't have any problems with that."
Wayne: "Y'all'll have t'give us a tow. We can sync our gear with th' Roland t' make sure we all come through th' jump points t'gether. I reckon it'll take a day or two t' reach."
Wayne: "Though…some folk might have a problem wit' our friends here, an' they don't show any signs of wantin' to make themselves scarce."
Wayne: "I don't suppose you have any ideas there?"
Spyboy Pearson: "If the Admiral says, they might vanish. They seem kinda taken with him. Something about his name, but there may be more than that."
Abraham mutters under his breath "No there isn't."
Abraham: "I can ask, but I really have no way of knowing if it will work. I can do it right now if that's okay with you."
Wayne: "I don' have a problem with that."
Abraham hooks up his neutrino communicator and addresses the Nephilim in Kilrah. "We're taking the station deeper into ConFed space, so I must ask any Nephilim still on the station to make ready to leave the station."
Nephilim: "[#The Abrahim wishes us to leave. We shall do so, and await at the other two locations with further proof.#]"
Wayne: "I dunno what you said to them or how, but they're sure buggin' out now."
Abraham: "I said 'please'."
Wayne: "Well. Least they're polite about it."
Sure enough, in short order the Nephilim craft undock and make for the jump points, cloaking before jumping.
Abraham: "I believe that clears the way for us Wayne. Coordinate with Spyboy to set up the synchronization, please. We'll depart once you have finished."
Wayne: "Roger that."
[OOC] WC GM: Fast forward through interstellar towing, I assume?
[OOC] Ingenue: Either that, or cover every inch of movement in detail. Break out the minis!
[OOC] Abraham: No. Do not give WC an excuse to break out his 'Wandering Necron' tables.
[OOC] Ingenue: But how else will I get my gauss rifle? I want to shoot green lightning!
It does indeed take a couple days to tow all the way to Armstrong. The moment the Roland is clear of the jump point…
ExecutiveOfficer: "Being hailed by traffic control, sir." He frowns. "They want to know why we're bringing this station into their system, and they're being rude about it."
Abraham: "Tell them it's a priority relocation."
Abraham: "That should be sufficiently official sounding enough to make them want to look it up before they try to give us more trouble."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Yes, sir. … They're demanding details."
Abraham: "Or not."
Spyboy Pearson: "Admiral's authority?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "They want to know why, and what the station does."
Abraham: "Tell them we are taking this station to the Armstrong system on Admiral Bounty's authority. And that what the station does is classified."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Yes, sir. … Aaand apparently they backtraced it to Aldrin."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Now they're asking about survivors. Incoming shuttles, sir."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Prepare for journalists."

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