Session 8 13

Zinda: "I swear to god, it's always something…"
Abraham: "Actually, it's usually someone."
The trip through Sommers and David is an uneventful few hours, giving time to prepare. More intel on the opposing forces comes in as the fleet gathers.
Zinda gives Abe a look that just says "Don't fuck with me right now."
Spyboy: "You're not wrong, sir."
Abraham: "I know."
Serious construction only began during the conference, when Kali was attempting to disarm the security systems. As such, the number of fighters that have been constructed is not yet overwhelming, though it is more than Kali's lone fighter was able to handle. She seemed a bit embarrassed to have to call for help.
Zinda: "Kali I swear to god."
Zinda: "I don't care if you're family, you need to stop breaking shit."
Fortunately, the construction process has emphasized actual fighters over construction capacity, so the rate is merely one new drone fighter every few minutes.
Kali is still in-system, harassing the growing horde; the distress call came via a probe missile she sent through the jump point.
Zinda scans the field to determine how much hunter-killer goo she'll need.
[OOC] WC GM: You're not there yet.
[OOC] WC GM: Though you can check the maps.
[OOC] Zinda: Zinda is checking the maps, yes.
Zinda: "This is nanite-based production, right?"
[OOC] Abraham: Abe opens the glovebox to pull out the map.
According to the maps…starting production immediately might give barely not enough. Further, goo is not needed; the production facilities here are more macro scale, so merely blowing them up should suffice.
Spyboy: "It's not impossible, but given that she basically wrapped up by making one nanoessence - and failed - they're probably relatively simple robotics."
Zinda: "Well, I'll start production just in case things change."
[OOC] Spyboy: Can we communicate with Kali yet?
[OOC] Spyboy: The good news is, since Winged Cat's statement this morning, we know that the robot fighters can't aim for ****.
[OOC] Zinda: Oh? I didn't see it.
[OOC] WC GM: Kali's in system. You're not there yet. You can't talk to her until the jump.
[OOC] WC GM: This is all pre-jump planning; you'll probably want to be scrambling when you hit the jump point.
[OOC] Spyboy: Ah. Backscroll is on Chessa, but essentially, the rockets he's making are starting to look like TIE Bombers, his new car is Stormtrooper White, and he said that may influence how he's gonna play the enemies today.
Spyboy is with Heggy in their fighter, ready for the scramble order.
[OOC] Zinda: So, formation passes.
[OOC] WC GM: More like zerg rush. Which I was considering anyway.
[OOC] Zinda: Well, that's fine. Take out their production capacity and we can just leave 'till they run out of juice.
[OOC] Zinda: Assuming, of course, nothing else goes too crazy.
[OOC] Abraham: Nah, they're solar powered. And you can't find starlight in space.
[OOC] Abraham: At least not in the grimdark future of Wing Commander.
The TCN fleet forms up once the party enters David. Even Abraham has never personally been in the company of this much coordinated firepower in his life before.
This feels like a fleet that actually could defend Earth, if it had to.
Abraham: "Wow. I haven't even seen some of these ships, not in person at least."
Zinda: "…"
Zinda forms up on the side, as if she's worried the ships will decide to fire at her afterwards.
ExecutiveOfficer: "We're getting all manner of friendly scans, sir. Even from the ones that have what updated blueprints we're clear to give them."
Metis: "Just something we have to expect, given how the Roland looks."
Spyboy: "Muahahaha. Ahem. Sorry. Are the new scan masks holding up? There's too much in a few areas of the ship that I think we'd all like to keep secret."
Abraham: "Not surprising really."
Spyboy: "…Even Zinda."
ExecutiveOfficer: "I think so, but I can't be certain."
Spyboy: "Well, the masks aren't changing the locations of the crew by *that* much, so it should allay fears that the ship is run entirely by robots. Unlike Kali's."
Spyboy: "Unfortunately, it'd take an in-person inspection to prove that it's not run entirely by scratch-built clones, like Dakka's, or half the crew isn't alien robots, like Wenser's."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Jump point ahead. Fleet will be opening jump point in ten. The plan is to go in waves; we're in the middle of the first. I told them about the 'mined' jump point we encountered, but that probably won't happen this time."
[OOC] Abraham: Well, if we needed any confirmation that it will totally happen again, there it is.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Even so, they'll fire missiles ahead of us."
Zinda: "We have a ship that had some strange repairs done. Not much else."
The jump point flares…
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy - and anyone else that wants to - Computers check.
Spyboy: "And that's all we want them to know. Red One, prepared for launch."
Metis rolled up 4dF: - 0 + - (Base: 5 Total: 4) ((Computer check.))
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 + + + (Base: 6 Total: 9) (Computers 4 + Information: First Principle of Warfare)
[OOC] Spyboy: Not bad!
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + - - 0 (Base: 2 Total: 1) (Computers)
[OOC] Abraham: Bah, it's not like computers are science anyway.
Spyboy was expecting something along these lines…
Zinda rolled up 4dF: 0 + 0 0 (Base: 1 Total: 2)
Electronic warfare signals flood through the jump point. The Roland's keys have been changed; the TCN fleet's have not. Even without looking, the party is fairly certain the massive fleet has just been reduced to one carrier, its fighters, and a really huge amount of temporarily inert metal.
Zinda: "Huh."
Fortunately, that one carrier is the Roland.
Zinda turns off her flight computer.
Metis: "Clumsy."
Spyboy: "…DAMNIT, PALADIN."
Abraham sighs. "We did warn him that they had our codes."
Abraham reconsiders his vote come next election.
Spyboy starts parsing the electronic warfare signals, looking for commonalities.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Unable to further relay that warning, sir. Proceeding through jump point."
[OOC] Abraham: OTOH, Debris. We can use that.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 0 0 + (Base: 6 Total: 7) (Communications to place the aspect 'Common Source, Common Weaknesses' on the enemy fighters.)
Spyboy easily finds older-generation comms. This must have been set up long ago, before Chandley. That would explain the lack of nanotech in the intel.
Zinda starts clicking out morse code. "Are you OK?"
[OOC] WC GM: Who's Zinda clicking it to?
[OOC] Zinda: TCN fleet.
Zinda gets no response. The other ships are dead in space.
Metis: "Shielding a force that large should they come under fire would be a daunting undertaking."
Abraham: "Send out a search and rescue team to look for survivors."
ExecutiveOfficer: "That's going to be difficult without doubling back, sir."
Zinda: "I'll set my…forces to do it."
Zinda: "Just release cargo bay five."
Abraham: "Thank you, Zinda."
Space warps…and then the party is in the unsurveyed system. Drone fighters swarm around the Roland.
Zinda breaks formation and gets a tow cable on the cargo bay.
Spyboy: "Red One, launching!"
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: Pilot check
Zinda rolled up 4dF: - 0 - + (Base: 6 Total: 5)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - + + 0 (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Gunnery)
Zinda: "Oooh, scary."
Zinda manages to avoid getting hit, but her tow cable is severed by a plasma bolt.
Zinda: "…Tch."
The Roland's shields flare from occasional and growing incoming fire.
[OOC] WC GM: Let's do Pilot checks for initiative this time, considering as it is a proper dogfight. Abraham can use Tactics instead, if he's on the Roland.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + 0 + + (Base: 3 Total: 6) (Pilot for enemy init)
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: + - 0 0 (Base: 5 Total: 5) (Piloting for Heggy)
Metis rolled up 4dF: - 0 + 0 (Base: 5 Total: 5) ((Pilot for Init.))
Zinda checks her cargo bay's velocity and direction. Is it at least floating the right right way?
Zinda rolled up 4dF: 0 - - - (Base: 6 Total: 3)
[OOC] Zinda: tag to re-roll
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 + + + (Base: 7 Total: 10) (Science for Tactics, I is on The Roland)
Zinda rolled up (Tag ship aspect for +2))dF: (Base: 8 Total: 8)
Zinda rolled up 4dF: - - + + (Base: 8 Total: 8) ((Tag ship aspect for +2))
The cargo bay has been ejected out the side, and is now floating perpendicular to the direction it would need to go to head back through the jump point.
[OOC] Zinda: Is it moving towards the TCN fleet at least?
[OOC] WC GM: Nope
[OOC] Zinda: Tsk. We'll have to nudge it.
[OOC] WC GM: It's not even going toward the jump point, and it would need to head through that to get back to the fleet.
Zinda: "Spyboy, I need that cargo to get to the fleet."
Zinda: "Can you nudge it? I'll draw fire."
Spyboy: "They can fix their ships on their own, and we have bigger problems to worry about."
[OOC] WC GM: Quickie map: TCNFleet | JumpPoint | Dogfight | AsteroidFactory
[OOC] WC GM: You're in the Dogfight right now.
Spyboy: "Right now we need to shut down Kali's fighters."
[OOC] Zinda: Ah, OK.
Zinda: "…Screw it I'll do it myself."
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham's turn; he easily has top init.
[OOC] Zinda: Zinda got 8?
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham got 10
[OOC] Abraham: I got 10
[OOC] Zinda: Ah didn't see.
[OOC] WC GM: So: Abraham 10, Zinda 8, Enemies 6, Metis/Spyboy 5
Abraham analyzes the pattern of the dogfight to give the other optimized flight plans. "Take these routs to get to the factory."
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 - - 0 (Base: 7 Total: 5) (Science for Tactics to lay the aspect "Optimized Flight Paths" on the scene)
[OOC] Abraham: That should still be enough me thinks.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + - + + (Base: 2 Total: 4) (Tactics)
The swarm is chaotic, and a lesser man would not have seen paths through. But Abraham is up to the task.
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda!
[OOC] Abraham: Oh hey, there's the two that got knocked off my roll.
[OOC] Abraham: I sense a recurring theme. I find it disturbing.
Zinda fires her afterburners and catches up to her payload. Sighing audibly, she lowers her magnetic landing gear and delicately attaches herself directly to the case.
Zinda rolled up 4dF: + 0 0 + (Base: 6 Total: 8) (Piloting to place "Weighed Down" on self.)
Spyboy: "Damnit, Zinda, you're leaving Metis exposed!"
Zinda: "Don't talk that way about my daughter!"
[OOC] Spyboy: For reference, WC, have any of the TFN ships blown up?
[OOC] WC GM: No opposition to that one.
Metis: "…I can survive in hard vacuum, you know. I am less at risk than any of you."
[OOC] Metis: For some reason, all enemies now target Metis. Weird, I know.
[OOC] WC GM: They have not. They're hacked and shut down, and now inert.
[OOC] Abraham: It's like how only Piccolo gets dismembered in DBZ.
[OOC] Spyboy: And are any of the enemy fighters headed to the jump point, or are they focusing on the Roland?
[OOC] Abraham: "XO please put out the universal 'Come at me bra' signal. Thank you."
The enemies zip and weave - none headed through the jump point immediately, all apparently more concerned with the threats that are still moving. And it looks like "fighter carrying unknown big payload" got their attention; fully half the swarm breaks off from the Roland to harry the Sterne Lanze!
[OOC] Spyboy: And last question, is Metis in her fighter, or is she still on the Roland? I'm assuming the former since shads rolled Pilot for init.
[OOC] WC GM: I'm assuming the former as well, unless shads says otherwise.
[OOC] Metis: In fighter.
Spyboy: "Never mind, Zinda, keep doing what you're doing. If they're attacking you, they're not attacking us."
[OOC] Abraham: And while Zinda will let her pilot, I will not let her pilot The Roland.
[OOC] Abraham: Because I am a big meanie head.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - - 0 + (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Gunnery #1 on Zinda)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - + + 0 (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Gunnery #2 on Zinda)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - 0 + - (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Gunnery #3 on Roland)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - 0 - - (Base: 4 Total: 1) (Gunnery #4 on Roland)
Zinda: "Kali! Kali I know you're here somewhere!"
[OOC] Zinda: None are tagging my aspect?
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda, Abraham: rolls for defense.
[OOC] WC GM: Let's say #1 tagged it, so you've got two 5s on you.
[OOC] Zinda: OK.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 - 0 0 (Base: 5 Total: 4) ("Evasive maneuvers.")
Kali: "I'm over behind the factory. Thanks for drawing their fire, but I'm going to need help to take them all the way out."
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham makes The Roland do a pirouette, dodging all the negative emotions sent his way.
[OOC] Spyboy: …The Roland is Princess Tutu!?
Zinda frowns. Normally, she'd evade this without a second thought, but having a huge metal box filled with dense organics attached to her really kills her maneuverability. Instead, she starts hammering her shield booster intending to just take the fire and try to build up momentum to break through!
[OOC] Metis: Yes. That is absolutely the takeaway. It also explains why all of our conflicts are resolved with interpretive dance.
[OOC] Abraham: And now, for your edification, an interpretive dance of Battlefield Earth.
Zinda rolled up 4dF: 0 + + 0 (Base: 9 Total: 11) (Resolve, tagging 360 degree cockpit and Hundred Eyed Demon.)
Zinda: "Get the hell OUT OF MY WAAAAY"
Zinda tries to physically ram the fighters in front of her away with her cargo bay.
Somehow, the Roland actually dodges incoming fighter fire. By the textbook, this should be impossible.
[OOC] Abraham: I never studied.
Zinda's incoming attackers plot a sane attack run, assuming sane accelerations and sane pilots. When confronted with the reality of Zinda, some of them merely shoot wide but most of them are forced to break off without getting a shot off.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy & Metis!
[OOC] Spyboy: Is there a pass barrier to get to the Asteroid Fort, or would that be a zone move?
[OOC] WC GM: Zone move. The pass barrier is the fighter swarm, being the number of enemy groups still in the dogfight - so, 4 right now.
[OOC] Spyboy: Okay. Can I roll Tactics to plot a move around them without arousing their ire?
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham already did that.
[OOC] WC GM: And got an aspect from it.
Metis integrates into the Epee's sensor banks and performs a broad sweep of the fighter swarm, looking to identify and scan the fighter's structure(s, if more than one).
[OOC] Spyboy: Well, I meant for a movement roll, as opposed to rolling Pilot.
[OOC] Abraham: But I don't think I got any free tags on it.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah - no, you'd have to roll Pilot, but you can use the free tag that Abraham laid down, assuming he gives it to you.
[OOC] Abraham: First come, first serve, sez I.
Metis rolled up 4dF: + 0 - 0 (Base: 6 Total: 6) ((Engineering to analyze fighter swarm with an eye towards any structural weaknesses, and of course this information is being relayed back to the other ships. Saving Alertness for "not dying".))
[OOC] WC GM: Because Optimized Flight Paths so thoroughly applies to trying to fly around them.
[OOC] Spyboy: Okay, that's it, then.
[OOC] Zinda: I'm guessing Zinda's current trajectory does not count as an optimized flight path?
[OOC] WC GM: …I'm not seeing that they *can* resist Metis's scan. Have an aspect.
[OOC] Abraham: It's getting to the point where I seriously question why I bother making these flight plans for you.
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda's does not. Abraham laid it down with respect to getting to the asteroid factory.
[OOC] Zinda: Zinda's intending to go to the asteroid factory. And ram it.
Spyboy takes the paths that Abraham has sent out, picks the best for their needs, and passes it to Heggy. Heggy flies like a pilot who specifically trained to get shot at but not get shot down.
[OOC] WC GM: I thought Zinda was taking the cargo bay back to the TCN fleet?
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, I'm pretty sure Zinda said exactly that?
[OOC] Zinda: Ah, well, she's changing her mind.
[OOC] Zinda: She did.
[OOC] Spyboy: Okay
[OOC] Zinda: Then I saw the map.
[OOC] Zinda: And I'm like, "oh I can just move my winbox one zone over to win."
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 + + - (Base: 7 Total: 8) (Piloting 5 + Optimized Flight Paths)
[OOC] WC GM: Alright. Then the aspect applies, but Spyboy's using the lone free tag.
[OOC] Zinda: So, she's going to try ramming the asteroid factory with her box.
[OOC] Zinda: That's fine. Zinda's path is going to be a straight line.
[OOC] WC GM: OTOH, ramming with that much mass is a very high Weapon value.
[OOC] Spyboy: If that's not enough, I'll spend a FP to tap 'Not Quite Where You Think' on the fighter.
[OOC] Zinda: It is, isn't it?
[OOC] Spyboy: …It should be, yeah. Pass values don't get rolled.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - 0 + - (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Pilot to keep Spyboy away from the factory)
[OOC] Zinda: I was planning to make use of my 'bullet-eater' stunt to try and survive the impact haha.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah, right. Succeed with style anyway.
Spyboy soon finds himself at the factory. Kali is there, her fighter dancing in and out - decloaking just long enough to let off a shot, then cloaking…cloaks should not be able to engage and disengage that fast.
Zinda: "Kali I swear to god if you don't get out of the way I *will* hit you with this!"
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, I'ma assume there's more than one fighter. ….Oh, wait, this thing's got a cloakbuster.
Zinda is clearly getting a bit of a combat high.
[OOC] WC GM: There is. Fortunately, so far the only cloaked fighter Spyboy sees is Kali's.
Metis files the fighter schematics away for later in-depth perusal. "The swarms are energy efficient, but their fuel capacity is small enough they can be endured. Ultimately, they are not intended for a long, pitched battle. Or, you could target their fuel cells, located here and here." The schematics light up red to indicate the fuel cells.
[OOC] Metis: Aspect: Tiny Fuel Tank. Probably with one tag. And I totally won't be making these later, honest.
[OOC] WC GM: Turn 2. Abraham!
Abraham: "Hm…Zinda seems to be…huh. Why do I even bother being surprised anymore. Plan B then."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Plan Z, sir. It's Zinda."
Abraham: "Well spotted, XO, thank you."
Abraham uses The Roland's main guns to open up some tactically appropriate holes in the enemy's formations.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 + 0 - (Base: 5 Total: 5) (Gunnery to lay the aspect "Holes big enough to fly a fighter through.")
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + - 0 - (Base: 3 Total: 2) (Pilot - out of the waaaaaaaaay!)
The hole is not just big enough for a fighter, but for a fighter carrying a cargo bay.
[OOC] WC GM: Speaking of: Zinda!
[OOC] Abraham: Wai!
Zinda redirects all available power to her engines and rear shields.
[OOC] Zinda: Remember, in space there isn't much friction to limit her top speed!
[OOC] Zinda: Her thrust to weight ratio may be garbage but every bit counts!
[OOC] Zinda: I need to roll anything? Trying to move to the next zone.
[OOC] Abraham: Probably. I would make you, but as I said I am a big meanie head.
[OOC] WC GM: With that hole Abraham opened for you? Let's just say you can burn the free tag to just move there, and attack immediately.
[OOC] Zinda: Good. What do I roll to thwack the station with my winbox?
[OOC] Zinda: Piloting? Stamina to survive? Resolve to not eject?
[OOC] Metis: Medical to deduce exactly how painful this could be.
[OOC] WC GM: Pilot. You'd release and pull away well before impact; the challenge is to get it going on the right vector.
[OOC] WC GM: Or Resolve if you want to release just before impact, to give it better cover.
[OOC] Zinda: She was kind of just planning to pilot directly into it, damn the consequences.
[OOC] WC GM: Resolve, then.
[OOC] WC GM: She isn't ramming the Sterne Lanze into it, just the cargo bay, right?
[OOC] Spyboy: Resolve to survive a nuclear-level explosion.
[OOC] Metis: Zinda, if you commit suicide here, Metis will kill you.
[OOC] Zinda: Resolve to not chicken out, really.
[OOC] Zinda: She will survive. In a dumb way. Sort of.
[OOC] Zinda: Working out tags…
Zinda: "Come on…come on…"
Zinda does her best to swallow her fear of dying as the asteroid station rapidly grows in size. She planned for this…it's OK. It's OK. It's…Oh god.
Zinda rolled up 4dF: - + 0 + (Base: 7 Total: 8) (Resolve to remain confident in her immortality, tagging Fruits of Tzimitche Station)
[OOC] Zinda: She's ramming Sterne Lanze into it, yes.
As Zinda approaches, her instincts call her to a specific point, a specific slab of metal on the station's surface…
…which opens moments before she arrives. It is the hangar bay, and like many of Terran design, it goes all the way through.
Zinda: "God dammit…"
Spyboy: "…How did you know it was going to do that!?"
Zinda: "…Because I'm perfect."
Zinda finds herself, still in her fighter, behind the factory with Kali as the factory begins to explode.
Spyboy: "Bullshit."
Abraham: "I disagree strongly."
Zinda starts applying sideways thrust to slowly turn herself around and join Kali.
The fighters break, each trying - without much coordination - to harass what targets are available.
[OOC] Abraham: Be careful, It's Kali, so she's forearmed.
[OOC] Zinda: Oh god.
Zinda: "So, mind explaining why you skipped out of sickbay after I went through all that trouble to save your life?"
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - + 0 - (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Gunnery - vs. Zinda)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + + 0 + (Base: 4 Total: 7) (Gunnery - vs. Metis)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: 0 - - - (Base: 4 Total: 1) (Gunnery - vs. Spyboy)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + 0 - + (Base: 4 Total: 5) (Gunnery - vs. Abraham/Roland)
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 + 0 + (Base: 5 Total: 7) (Pilot for Heggy to dodge.)
Kali: "Old habits."
[OOC] Zinda: That another 5 for me to dodge?
[OOC] WC GM: A 3 for you to dodge.
Spyboy: "Yeah, nice try, stupid little robots…"
Zinda rolled up 4dF: + + + 0 (Base: 6 Total: 9) (Pilot)
Metis rolled up 4dF: 0 0 - - (Base: 7 Total: 5) ((Alertness to always see the worst place to be and not be there.))
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - + 0 + (Base: 5 Total: 6) (Piloting to dodge)
Zinda having sufficiently cut her speed, Zinda neatly detaches from her payload to evade the fire in a graceful corkscrew.
[OOC] Metis: I'll invoke "AI's Are Horrible Pilots…Aren't They?" for the +2. Then I have to recall what happens on a tie.
Zinda: "That's a stupid frickin' answer."
Zinda: "Should I have just left you to fizzle out in those stupid nanites you built? You ever gonna get level with me?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Tie is 0 MoS, so 'hit,' but no stress inflicted.
[OOC] Spyboy: …Unless Harm is factored in.
[OOC] Zinda: …How much damage did I hit the station for btw?
Metis's fighter is the only one to take serious damage.
[OOC] Metis: Barring a weapon rating, I presume, and I suspect there is a weapon rating here.
[OOC] WC GM: 4 stress to Metis's fighter - not enough to fill all the boxes, but more than half.
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: enough that the station is destroyed.
[OOC] WC GM: It blew up as you exited.
[OOC] Metis: Do the fighters get consequences?
[OOC] WC GM: Fighters can, but yours doesn't yet unless you want it to.
[OOC] WC GM: Not from just that hit.
[OOC] Metis: More curiosity than anything else.
Kali: "Now's not the time."
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy & Metis!
Spyboy reaches out his electronic fingers and starts…breaking things.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - - + 0 (Base: 8 Total: 7) (Communications + Information, First Principle of Warfare as a Data attack on the swarm attacking Metis.)
Zinda: "Oooh, right, we have a whole damn ConFed expeditionary fleet on the other side of the jump point and you're STILL not going to fill me in?"
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - - 0 - (Base: 2 Total: -1) (Computers)
Zinda: "What are you going to do if they just come through and try to pick me off, huh?"
Metis takes a jostling that most pilots would find irritating, but a short query of the damage read-out indicates all systems within operational capacities.
The swarm attacking Metis shuts down.
Kali: "Tell 'em not to. But they won't."
Zinda: "Just like you didn't, Ms. Admiral?"
Metis: "Well. That certainly makes this easier."
Kali: "That was then. This isn't Oldziey."
Zinda starts scanning for any additional production facilities, just in case.
Spyboy: "…Damn, Kali, you need to start using something other than 256-bit randomly generated passwords. These are embarrassingly easy to brute force."
The only active production facility was the one Zinda just destroyed.
Kali: "Meant to update. Never got around to it."
Zinda: "Everywhere is Oldziey! Look, we're just lucky they sent Paladin of all people."
Metis takes advantage of the previously identified fuel cell location to deplete the presence of the next nearest swarm.
Zinda has no sense of timing.
Metis rolled up 4dF: - - 0 0 (Base: 3 Total: 1) ((Gunnery, because Metis has never actually fired these things yet and Zinda would yell at her if she didn't practice.))
Zinda: "…Oh god she's firing the guns…"
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + + - 0 (Base: 3 Total: 4) (Pilot - dodging!)
The enemy fighters spiral around Metis's attack.
Zinda: "Metis! Lead your damn target you're embarrassing me!"
[OOC] WC GM: Turn 3. Abraham!
[OOC] Abraham: You said the ConFed fleet was only disabled, not destroyed?
[OOC] WC GM: Correct.
[OOC] Metis: And also a good chunk away. They're not in any danger, unless they get hit by pirates.
[OOC] Zinda: Picking wife up from a place that's close by, gonna be AFK for a bit.
[OOC] WC GM: They may be in danger if you don't take these fighters out, but since they want to hit you first…
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: you'll attack the swarm on your back on your turn?
[OOC] Zinda: Yeah.
[OOC] Zinda: While bitching.
Abraham calls out the flight patterns he's been able to discern, and the times when they'll be vulnerable to the crew's fire. ((Formation Tactics, gives allies +1 Gunnery))
[OOC] WC GM: Activated. Zinda's turn - anyone want to roll for her?
[OOC] Spyboy: Got it.
[OOC] Metis: I nominate Spyboy as the Zinda-substitute.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 + - 0 (Base: 6 Total: 6) (Zinda flying backward and shooting at all those fighters that were nice enough to line themselves up for her.)
[OOC] Spyboy: Forgot the +1 for formation tactics.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - - 0 - (Base: 3 Total: 0) (Piloting to try to not line up)
[OOC] Spyboy: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Abraham rolled up Selected result: Abraham
The fighters fail spectacularly at self-preservation.
The only remaining active fighters assail Spyboy and the Roland!
WC GM rolled up 4dF: + 0 - - (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Gunnery - vs. Spyboy)
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - 0 + - (Base: 4 Total: 3) (Gunnery - vs. Abraham/Roland)
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: + - - + (Base: 5 Total: 5) (Piloting (by Heggy) to dodge.)
[OOC] Abraham: Nooo! I have to think of more ballet terms!
[OOC] WC GM: Why? You are a jazz musician.
[OOC] Abraham: But I make The Roland dodge with ballet.
[OOC] WC GM: It dodges in Ballet Time?
[OOC] Spyboy: Your rolls had better be en pointe.
[OOC] Metis: Exactly.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: 0 0 0 0 (Base: 5 Total: 5) (Piloting to be polite and get out of the way of the oncomming amunition)
Not a single shot of this barrage lands.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy & Metis!
Spyboy reroutes the group currently pot-shotting the Roland to attempt to fly through each other's ships.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: - + 0 + (Base: 8 Total: 9) (Communications + tagging Common Source, Common Weakness to perform a Data attack on the group chasing the Roland.)
Metis hums to herself as she uses the ranging information from the previous shot to line up the next shot…after all, simulated data isn't /real/ data. Now she has real data.
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - 0 + - (Base: 2 Total: 1) (Computers to try not to get shut down)
Metis rolled up 4dF: 0 - + - (Base: 4 Total: 3) ((Gunnery; I'll be using some tags in a bit, but want to see how the roll shakes down. +1 From Abe's Abing.))
WC GM rolled up 4dF: - - + + (Base: 3 Total: 3) (Piloting to dodge)
[OOC] WC GM: So, 3 vs. 3. Note that Metis is picking off the ones on Spyboy's tail, that being the only swarm left.
[OOC] Metis: Then use the tag from Tiny Fuel Tanks and invoke it, since knowing where the target is helps a lot.
[OOC] Spyboy: 5 v 3, now.
[OOC] WC GM: 5 vs. 3, then…and with the Harm value, that's enough for the combat-ending kill. Narrate it?
Metis falls into position behind the swarm targeting Spyboy, as their preoccupation with his fighter nicely exposes their fuel cells for short, precise bursts from the Epee's particle cannons. "Targets disabled."
Spyboy: "Whew! Thanks, Metis."
[OOC] Spyboy: "No matter what Zinda says about you when you're not there, you're alright by me."
The jump point flares again, this time admitting several TCN fighters.
Paladin: "Th' carriers are still disabled. I lead wot jump-capable fighters we could get runnin' 'ere…"
Metis: "You are welcome, Michael. This was an excellent opportunity to gather tactical data."
Paladin: "'Ang on. Did you just clean up without us?"
[OOC] Abraham: No no, you were totally there.
Spyboy: "…I'm sorry we didn't wait for you, sir."
Metis: "No, there is still a lot of debris. The area is certainly not 'clean'."
[OOC] Zinda: Back.
Zinda: "Paladin, I would like to make clear that I claim this salvage."
Zinda: "I rammed a goddamn shipyard, I earned this."
Paladin: "You've got it. Only Kali 'as grounds t' object."
Kali: "Take it. System secure; let's get out of here."
Spyboy: "And Admiral Bounty."
Metis: "I suppose that I cannot claim the salvage, can I? Oh well. Zinda, I will need a few pieces for experimentation."
Zinda: "Huh…? Yeah, sure."
Zinda exhales and puts out a call to have some Oldziey workers come and collect the remains.
[OOC] Abraham: And that's how Zinda destroyed the universe.
[OOC] Zinda: Was I supposed to 1-shot the asteroid base?
Kali boosts upward briefly, flying in an arc…and then her carrier decloaks barely a meter from Zinda. The Sterne Lanze's collision alarms blare again.
[OOC] WC GM: I figured someone would find a way to wreck it without much trouble.
[OOC] Metis: We're PCs, breaking things is what we do. Professionally.
Zinda pilots her way into the hangar. She has some words.
Spyboy: "…I take back at least some of the things I said about you, Kali."
[OOC] WC GM: I did not anticipate the exact means…but that's why you are the players in this campaign: I can count on you for this sort of thing.
[OOC] Zinda: Alright.
Spyboy: "If your carrier managed to beat my cloakbusters, then clearly I need to spend some time working on my firewalls. Again."
[OOC] Abraham: I have made an important decision, the collision alarms sound identical to the siren of the ECTO-1.
[OOC] Metis: I usually think of them as the Wilhelm Scream.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy didn't actually use his cloakbusters in this system, did he?
[OOC] Spyboy: They're just a sensor upgrade, aren't they?
[OOC] Spyboy: I mentioned them earlier and you said the only fighter I saw was Kali's.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah, passives? I thought you were talking actives. And you saw Kali's because she was occasionally decloaking.
[OOC] WC GM: But rolling with it…
Kali: "Ain't your firewalls."
[OOC] Zinda: Into Kali's hangar, to be clear.
Spyboy mutters to himself, halfway through updating his set of passwords, "Yeah, I'll take your word for that one.."
Indeed, even as he looks at the carrier, Spyboy's sensors insist that Kali's carrier is an optical illusion.
Metis oooohs and scans Kali's carrier.
Zinda finds a far more cramped hangar than she is used to, and has to brake short in order to land rather than collide.
Metis's scans come back with a mass shadow arranged in blocky letters: "TUT TUT ASK NICELY YOUNG LADY"
Zinda lands beside Kali's fighter and climbs out.
Metis: "Bah. One cannot expect privacy when you are in open space."
Kali leans on a seemingly blank bulkhead and sighs.
Zinda glares upwards at her.
Zinda: "What, you lie to me about wrecking your carrier, too?"
Kali: "Never mentioned my spare."
Zinda: "You're a shitty parent, if you're trying to be one."
Kali: "Ain't tryin'. Suppose that makes me bad."
Zinda: "But whatever, you've probably got a secure room and I think we have some things to discuss."
Kali: "Whole ship's secure. Wanna get grandkiddo in here 'fore she goes crazy trying to see?"
Spyboy looks at what electronic sources he can pick up through Zinda's neutrino comm.
Zinda: "…Metis, come on over here. Please try not to stare at her…equipment."
Kali: "'Sides, she deserves to hear."
[OOC] Metis: I don't think Metis can get any crazier than she already is.
Zinda: "And, 'hun? Please don't transmit anything about this, OK?"
Zinda's neutrino-radio seems to be turned off right now.
Spyboy scowls at nothing in particular.
Metis requests docking permissions from Kali's carrier.
Metis: "That can be decidedly tricky, but I will try."
Metis gets no response. However, there is barely enough room to land Metis's fighter on the other side of Kail's.
Zinda: "Well, if you're going to succeed me as queen, you're going to need to learn."
[OOC] WC GM: It's cramped enough that it will take a Pilot roll.
[OOC] Spyboy: I guess the only way for Spyboy to know Metis is coming is the routine way he monitors all communications nearby. And the fact that he's got full access to Metis's fighter.
[OOC] Metis: And probably the fact that she just requested docking permissions.
[OOC] WC GM: And the fact that he's got line of sight to see Metis's fighter on landing approach.
[OOC] Metis: Spyboy's clever, I'm sure he'd put it together.
[OOC] Spyboy: I see Kali has figured out the only way she can keep Spyboy from stealing all of her informations.
Metis rolled up 4dF: + + - + (Base: 5 Total: 7) ((Piloting to stop piloting.))
[OOC] Spyboy: And he's in Metis's head, too.
[OOC] Abraham: Wait…you mean look? With meat eyes? That's crazy talk.
[OOC] Metis: …I'm sure Chessa is trying to tell me something.
[OOC] Spyboy: Abraham's right. That's how people get blinded by lasers.
Metis manages a textbook perfect landing, even with her fighter's damage.
[OOC] Spyboy: Only stress damage, no real damage.
Kali: "Huh. You trained her well."
Zinda: "Thank you."
[OOC] Metis: Stress damage is superficial, so its probably things like the shield generator is tired and there's a dramatic scratch on the cockpit that needs buffing out.
Zinda: "She crashed Sterne Lanze once, though, so I sort of had to uh…"
The moment Metis gets out of her fighter, she is greeted with a full Kali hug!
Metis: "Only the once. I am much better now."
Zinda: "Oh! Well, uh, say 'hi' to Grandma Metis."
Metis: "…pleasedon'tdropme?"
Zinda eyes Kali suspiciously.
This is notably more emotion than Kali has displayed toward Zinda.
Metis: "Hi?"
Kali: "You're heavy." She does not pick up Metis, and soon releases her.
[OOC] Metis: If she did pick up Metis, everyone would know who the end boss was.
Spyboy: "[Metis, make sure to sweep for bugs later.]"
Zinda: "So. When are you coming back to Oldziey?"
Metis: "[Hers, yours, or in general?]"
Kali: "Dunno. Wanted to safety this first. You saw what happened."
Zinda: "…You know, if you told me about this sooner we could have actually used it to get our own production rolling."
Spyboy: "[No point in me planting bugs on you, but the last time we met Kali face-to-face, she was shedding bugs like skin flakes after a bad sunburn.]"
Zinda: "Now we'll have to get some help from Mahavier to get our fleet back online."
Kali: "Had ideas rolling, but didn't actually have it until recently. Thank Dakka."
Zinda: "…Speaking of Dakka, is he with us or against us?"
Zinda: "Or is just another Abe?"
Kali: "Ain't against."
Spyboy: "[That said, someone as security-conscious as the XO considers sweeping for bugs as necessary a duty as taking a shower every night.]"
Spyboy: "[…Which I consider to be a bit haphazard, but that's me.]"
Zinda: "Alright. Geez…"
Zinda: "You never said thanks for getting you a new body, by the way."
Paladin: "So…erm…I guess we'll just 'ead back then an' get our ships back up?"
Paladin: "We'll wait fer ya."
Kali: "Thanks. Better than livin' in yer pocket."
Zinda: "Yeah. So…"
Zinda: "What really happened then?"
Zinda: "To my father."
Kali: "Whatcha think happened?"
Metis: "[I do have a decontamination process that is run hourly to prevent parasites from infesting the skin sheath; are electronic monitoring devices to be considered another form of parasite?]"
Zinda: "I only saw the execution, and now that I know you're involved there's got to be a bit more than just some asshole kid executing him."
[OOC] Abraham: "He drowned drinking a milkshake?"
Spyboy: "[I would recommend it.]"
Zinda locks eyes with her.
[OOC] Metis: Is Paladin on radio, and if so, is Kali's carrier blocking the signal?
Kali: "He asked me not to interfere."
[OOC] WC GM: Yes and yes, though Spyboy or Heggy could relay.
Zinda: "Of course he did…god, damn. You know what the problem with this friggin' cluster is?"
Zinda: "Nobody tells anybody anything."
[OOC] Spyboy: If Metis listens to Spyboy as routinely as the other way around - which I'd assume she does - then she'd hear it through him if nothing else.
[OOC] Abraham: "You never told me that before."
Zinda: "And then all of their stupid projects blow up in their face and it's up to Abe and his merry band to fix it."
Metis: "Organic life places a premium on secrets. It makes free and open communication very confusing."
[OOC] Abraham: Don't be fooled, they're really quite dour.
Zinda: "It happened on Mahavier. It happened on Mu Cephei. It happened with Wenser. God knows it happened with Dakka's physics fun time."
Zinda: "And, finally, it's happened with you."
Zinda sighs.
Kali smirks and looks back at Zinda.
Zinda: "Y'know I was considering having you help start our intelligence agency?"
[OOC] Abraham: Do not taunt happy physics fun time.
Zinda: "Don't just frickin' smirk at me."
Kali gestures to Zinda's plant parts.
Zinda: "I'm getting real sick of putting out other people's fires."
Zinda: "Yeah what about 'em?"
Kali: "Plantsplosion, calling out other explosions."
Zinda: "Look unless you want in on the royal family tentacle funtime don't freakin' say I'm the same here."
Zinda: "I get to go back and build an ecology from scratch."
Kali: "We're all different."
Zinda: "The hell?"
Kali: "That payload. That was kind of your family, wasn't it?"
Zinda: "What? It was, ah, what did I tell that pilot…"
Zinda adopts a mock formal tone.
Zinda: "Military hardware on loan from Tuskegee."
Kali chuckles.
Kali: "Just how I'd put it."
Metis: "I would argue that her family is right here."
Zinda looks at Metis and relaxes.
Kali: "You'd be right."
Zinda: "Just…just tell me what the hell is going on from now on, OK?"
Metis Zindahandsqueezes.
Zinda returns the squeeze.
Zinda: "Look, I'm queen now, right?"
Spyboy: "[That was very sweet, Metis.]"
Kali sighs. "No more secrets?"
Zinda: "If you still see yourself as loyal to Oldziey, then…keep me in the loop."
Zinda: "Because, as nuts as I seem in combat, I usually do have a method to it."
Kali: "If we're going independent? I'll go with my family. With both of you."
Zinda: "…Good. Because as much as Paladin thinks he can keep the Confederation from marching in, well…"
Zinda: "I don't think Earth gives a damn what he thinks."
Kali: "Actually he can."
Zinda frowns.
Zinda: "Keep their navy, maybe."
Zinda: "What about their business?"
Kali: "Don't tell him the election's already rigged for him. He thinks he's yet to decide to run."
Zinda: "…Oh geez…"
Zinda: "No more secrets, huh?"
Kali: "And if the President says no war? No war."
Kali shrugs.
Zinda: "No war is a good start, I guess."
[OOC] Abraham: Well, there's secrets, and then there's seeeecrets.
Kali: "No more secrets between us."
Zinda: "Fine."
Kali: "Others? No reason to break his heart."
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
Zinda: "So, what happened to Alfred?"
Zinda: "Last I saw she was helping out on Mu Cephei."
Kali: "Still there, so far as I know. Weren't you just there?"
Zinda: "Kind of lost track of her in the evacuation."
Zinda: "Fighting planetary scale AI like that can get kind of chaotic."
Kali: "For Abraham's party?"
Zinda: "Yes?"
[OOC] Abraham: Back
Zinda: "Look, I'm still human…sort of."
Zinda fingers a leaf a bit and frowns.
Kali: "On Mu Cephei? You didn't look?"
Metis: "Zinda is Zinda. Perhaps more botanical than before, but all scans indicate that the essential Zinda remains."
Zinda: "She got a Lago body and helped run interference for awhile. I took over the operation and she bugged out and I haven't exactly had time."
[OOC] Spyboy: Setting up for the next session, I take it?
Zinda: "I just figured you'd keep track, since that seems to be your thing."
Kali: "Ain't everywhere at once. That's Wenser's thing. Maybe Dakka's."
[OOC] WC GM: Yep.
Zinda sighs.
[OOC] Spyboy: Dakka doesn't advertise it, so not his, either.
Zinda: "Alright, sure."
Zinda rubs her eyes.
[OOC] WC GM: Next session will probably involve cleaning up around the cluster prior to returning to Earth.
[OOC] Spyboy: I don't suppose she'd have kept the other Integrated informed? Spyboy might have heard through the grapevine.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, I was asking if Zinda was looking for a more specific destination.
Zinda: "Anything else I need to know?"
[OOC] Metis: With all that yummy salvage. mmm. salvage.
[OOC] WC GM: Alfred has not…yet.
Kali gives a gentle smile. "Lots of things."
[OOC] Spyboy: Pity. Would have been really fun to dangle that over Zinda. =p
Zinda gives an 'oh god' sigh.
[OOC] WC GM: You missed that "yet". :P
Kali: "We've got time now."
Zinda: "Let's just…let's just fix Asago first, OK?"
Kali nods. "Mind if I ask Tuskegee to clean up what else I left here?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, well, Spyboy may be lucky enough to hear before Metis tells Zinda, but obvs not right now.
Zinda: "I was kind of hoping to annex this system later, but uh…sure, I guess."
[OOC] Spyboy: …………whoa, whoa. Huge thought that I'm gonna be posting over in #aeons.
Kali: "Still need to get a survey ship in here."
Spyboy wonders whether Zinda meant that Oldziey was going to be annexing the system, or the Hawking Confederacy.
Metis: "To find the jump point?"
Kali nods. "To find if…"
Kali blinks.
Metis: "The one that is over there?"
Zinda: "If…what? If there's another way to Earth?"
Kali: "…"
Metis points into the distance. "No more than two hours at maximum thrust. Probably one with efficient ships."
Metis: "…I am wearing an analysis frame."
[OOC] Spyboy: Haha, Metis, the walking survey ship =D
Kali: "…"
Zinda: "She's really good at what she does."
Zinda pats her on the head.
Kali bangs a fist on the bulkhead.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Incoming burst transmission. Coordinates labelled 'JUMP POINT'…"
ExecutiveOfficer: "…siiir?"
Metis smiles up at Zinda. "That…was not meant to be a secret, right?"
Zinda: "It…probably won't matter."
Zinda: "But for now, let's keep these things secret 'hun."
Kali: "No, it was not. Good job, my granddaughter."
Zinda: "You're going to stress grandma out."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Roland to Spyboy. You've got the closest thing to survey sensors we have right now. Please check these coordinates for a possible jump point."
Metis: "Though I could determine more if I could interface with a larger suite of sensors, like perhaps those on a carrier…"
Spyboy: "Copy that. B-4, if you would…"
Heggy vectors the fighter towards the jump point.
Kali smiles, patting Metis on the head. "Zinda, she takes data like candy, doesn't she?"
Metis: "Data is candy!"
Zinda: "Yeah. Though, if you want to give her candy, uh…"
Zinda: "She likes ice cream."
Metis: "Candy is also candy."
[OOC] Abraham: But ice cream, is ice cream.
[OOC] Metis: That is true.
Kali: "In that case, I'm going to do what most good grandmothers do."
Kali's smile turns partly feral. "Spoil her rotten then hand her back."
Spyboy crosses his fingers in the back seat.
Zinda: "Oh geez…"
Zinda facepalms.
Metis: "This is a plan that I can support."
Zinda: "Just…just do it quickly."
Kali thumps the bulkhead again. Metis now detects a wireless access point, and beyond that the carrier's sensor array.
Metis: "Zinda, consider it an excellent learning experience! Thus, it is educational. And that is a good thing, yes?"
Zinda: "Y-yeah…"
[OOC] Metis: Is it an encrypted wireless access point? Or has Spyboy now seen it as well?
[OOC] WC GM: It's open to Metis. Spyboy would only see it through Metis.
[OOC] WC GM: Remember, radio blocked when going outside the hull.
[OOC] Metis: I am an open book, composed of pages made of transparent wood pulp.
[OOC] Metis: Except for all those bits those meanie-heads flagged as classified, of course.
Kali frowns. "You've been chatting with that boy out there."
Zinda: "Spyboy's integrated, so they talk a lot."
[OOC] Abraham: Damn right! And that's Admiral Meanie Head to you.
Zinda frowns.
Kali: "I should look into that…"
Zinda: "Would you?"
Zinda: "I worry."
Kali: "About?"
Zinda: "Spyboy."
Metis integrates into the carriers sensor suite. "It would only be logical to link this interface with Michael's ship. He can gain a closer proximity, thus accounting for any sensor degradation due to range."
Zinda: "I know he's watching me all the time."
Zinda sighs.
[OOC] Abraham: You're worried Metis will be a bad influence?
Zinda: "It's kind of creepy, really."
Spyboy: "[Silly Zinda. I watch everyone all the time.]"
Kali: "HE'S watching you?"
Zinda: "Yeah."
[OOC] Zinda: The Neu radio is off.
[OOC] Zinda: So, well, you should't be hearing this???
[OOC] Spyboy: I know. Metis heard me, though.
[OOC] Zinda: Ah fair.
[OOC] Spyboy: Unless Metis has left…?
The carrier's sensors are much better than the Roland's, but not quite as good as Metis's, just in more quantity. And more…somehow, there are glimmers of real time data feeds from throughout the cluster.
[OOC] Metis: Don't worry, Spyboy only planted the one logic bomb. Which, I defused, but left so he wouldn't feel bad. Of course, there are three others that I don't know about, but I can find them by looking where they clearly are not, and thus are.
[OOC] Metis: Yeah, that was probably to me.
Spyboy grimaces. "Now I really want to ask Kali a question, and she and I are far too alike for me to ask the way I'd prefer to."
Heggy: "Because of the firewalls?"
Spyboy: "Yeah. The firewalls."
Spyboy: "[Metis, do you have any idea how she's managing to get real-time data from other systems?]"
Metis sees Tuskegee as it collides with and consumes another asteroid, the TCN fleet back in David slowly coming back online, parties all across Armstrong in anticipation of travel being reopened soon, the cold and sleepy cluster of Aldrin slowly churning forth another node, Nephilim transiting to and fro across White's wormhole, and some sort of ball-chasing sport across Asago's surface enabled by temporary wormholes within the planet's atmosphere.
Metis: "[Remote analysis drones with a faster than light communication source? …no, that would be silly. Umm…]"
Kali sighs. "No more secrets. My bugs? Many have Wayne's help."
Spyboy: "[That's about the only thing I can think of, I just can't think of how she's managing FTL comms.]"
Kali: "I watch."
Spyboy: "[….Ah, that would explain two things.]"
Spyboy: "[Hello, Kali.]"
Kali: "Only thing I don't watch is Integrated comms, 'cause they're all point to point."
Kali: "Nothing to survey."
Kali: "But if grandkiddo's into it, maybe I should."
Spyboy rolls his eyes at that.
[OOC] Metis: This…did Metis' grandmother just decide to get on FaceBook?
[OOC] Spyboy: To be clear - given that Kali seems to have responded to a neutrino message, Spyboy is assuming she's tied in.
[OOC] WC GM: Nope. She responded to Zinda.
[OOC] WC GM: <Zinda> "I know he's watching me all the time."
[OOC] Spyboy: Kali's response was basically 'I do the same thing, so…'
[OOC] WC GM: And she does. Just, not neu comms.
[OOC] WC GM: Yet.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeh.
[OOC] Spyboy: Spyboy, not having thought of asking Wayne for help with FTL comms, doesn't have nearly the scope…though he does a solid job of spying on neucomm transmissions.
Zinda: "Wayne, huh?"
Kali nods. "Met him long ago."
Zinda: "Explains the cloaks."
Zinda: "Well, good to know he'll be helping."
Zinda: "Oldziey will need the help modernizing."
Kali: "My original assignment was keeping an eye on security risks."
[OOC] Metis: Kali is Michael.
Zinda chuckles.
Zinda: "Like me."
Kali: "They thought the kilrathi were that. Didn't think you were."
Kali: "Then I found different."
Zinda: "Well, they didn't know me too well."
Kali: "You weren't born yet."
[OOC] Spyboy: I'm pretty sure that WC made Kali as a reflection of Spyboy. And Dakka as a reflection of Zinda.
[OOC] Spyboy: At least, that's what I thought when Abraham got promoted.
Kali smiles. "Like a bureaucracy, I made my own threats to justify my authority."
Zinda frowns.
[OOC] WC GM: Only somewhat. But then, who's Wenser?
[OOC] Metis: Everyone.
[OOC] WC GM: And less so for Dakka.
[OOC] Abraham: Hrrin.
Zinda: "Is that the only reason?"
[OOC] WC GM: Need to wrap session soon.
Kali: "Of course not."
Metis: "That is a justification after the fact."
Kali awkwardly, tentatively tries to hug Zinda. "Wanted a kid who'd live up to me. And you have."
Zinda hugs back.
Zinda: "…thanks."
[OOC] Metis: We can wrap whenever, unless you have more you want to drop on us, like the Umgah decide to play pranks or the geth show up or something.
Kali: "Call me mom, when you want."
[OOC] WC GM: That right there is what I wanted to get to, actually. So…

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