"Huh. Seems like a therapist would be pretty handy for a sentient computer, more than a mechanic, at least. Do people generally treat you like a machine or a person? I mean, people like these mechanic fellows. Or any superiors and overseers on the ship, I dunno. You certainly seem to have a full-on personality on you, and you do experience emotions and so forth."
"Wait, what brains were you made of? Do you know?"
The Quest for Answers continues.
>Depends on the person I suppose. Legally I'm simply a machine, but personal opinion is divided. how close am I to overhead cover? is there anything near the wash that I could use for protection while exiting it?
I am assuming the shooter is at a position above and behind where I was when the first shot was fired, probably the roof of the strip mall. working off that assumption, can I see a route to the strip mall that won't riddle me with bullets?
look down the outlet pipes, do I see anything? is there light anywhere inside them?
The closest overhead cover is those pipes. Those things are pretty good cover over all, though they're very dark in there. As per a route to the mall, any route would involve climbing up the sides of the wash. And that would mean slow, non-covered moving.
Screw it, if Piecewise can GM all of these games in addition to whatever the hell he does with his time during the day, I can figure out how to read these threads for ~20 minutes every day.
Name: Skylar Niabs
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'6", slight, shoulder length black hair
Personal information: Skylar was an up-and-coming medical student who dropped out when he discovered he could make
far more money hacking into the outdated local computer systems and causing havoc than he could practicing medicine,
and have more 'fun' doing it. (Nothing quite like redirecting shipments of illegal weapons to the homes of rivals.
Take that, medical board!) One day he saw a particularly tempting looking shipment: low security, odd
destination, unspecified manifest. Almost like the shippers thought no one would be insane enough to mess with it!
Being precisely insane enough, Skylar redirected the shipment to his house, and then left to go run some 'errands'.
Fifteen minutes later, his house was at the bottom of a crater 10 miles wide, having just been obliterated by the orbiting
HMRC ship that container was destined for. Skylar survived, by virtue of being 50 miles away in a nearby city, and immediately
panicked when he saw the rising smoke and falling ashes, running headlong into two nearby peacekeepers, who immediately arrested
him. A short investigation showed that he was the hacker the HMRC had tried to atomize, so they immediately found him
guilty of the hacking, 'assaulting' an officer, and the new crater, and shipped him off to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Detonation of a WMD in populated area (framed), hacking UWM servers, running (into the law)
Stats
Strength: 2 (-1)
Dexterity: 3 (=0)
Endurance: 2 (-1)
Charisma: 1 (-1)
Intelligence: 7 (+1/3)
Willpower: 5 (+1/3)
Skills
Speech: 0 (-1)
Intuition: 0 (-1)
Handiwork: 0 (-1)
Conv: 0 (-1) (-1)
Unconv: 1 (=0)
Exotic: 0 (-1)
Aux: 3 (1/3) (+1)
Med: 1 (+1)
Profession: Fleshtech (+1 Med, +1 Aux, -1 Conv)
Welcome aboard, new Humanimal.
((That wasn't actually intended as advertisement, I just have Les Mis on the brain. Probably has something to do with how the various songs are running through my head and have been for over a week. Current stuck-in-head: One Day More. Most annoying: Master of the House. But we're getting off-topic.))
"Thanks, Mr. Steve!"
Enter the VR, attempt to find and enter Ms. Feyri's simulation whatever-it-is. See if I can get Equaterina into the simulation with me. Regardless of if I succeed, try to find Ms. Feyri.
((This should be...interesting...))
You appear right next to feyri, who is lying in a screaming pile of bleeding.
Charles tries to discern the location where the gauss round came from, he looks for anything nearby that can be used as a weapon and then tries to flank the location of the shot.
You're pretty sure it came from the left side of the wash, but there are dozens of houses over there and it could have come from literally any of them. As per weapons around there are plenty of large chunks of metal and pipes and such.
May walks up to the young girl. "Hi! I'm a lesbian space pirate from the future. Please allow me to show you the customs of my galaxy."
Relieve both of us of our respective clothing, forcibly if needed. Then dock my emergency shuttle in her landing bay, if you know what I mean.
Well...I can't say much more on a public forum other then "You do that."
Although I'm a bit confused as to what your shuttle would be, anatomically speaking.