CNR Laboratory, Ceres
Feb 2nd, 2398
15:15 GMT
Avis-Mergulus AKA Anton "Tosha" TeremnoiPiloting (2)Engineering Technician (1)Acrobat (1) Noting the volatile chemicals in the air, you back away from the general vicinity. The sound of your movement alerts the doctor, who was just standing around the corner.
"Oh hi! Hamilton doesn't agree with my request... I won't force him to. However, if that's the case, then we need to get out of here. I don't want to know what Hamilton will do when Colonel Sanders orders the copy be taken off to some lab on Mars."
Samarkand AKA Felicia HastingMedic (1)Botanist (2)Chemist (1)Scavenger (1) Cloud Health: 25%
Nanofabrication [1/3]Holding off on the vaporization in case the copy's "artificial nerve impulses" set it off, you look around in the darkness for anything that may be useful.
[5] It seems that the missiles inside the launchers are still intact. Their guidance systems might be fried, but a portable EMP device could come in handy. You retrieve both missiles and attach them to your torso, apparently designed with storage compartments that are just the right size.
Scavenger skill learned.[4] You also figure that the laser turret could be a useful source of material for your nanites. Simply tapping the glass surface with your suit's ceramic fingertips causes it to shatter instantly and send large pieces cascading to the floor. The turret inside is still deactivated and looks like it could easily be taken apart, especially with the help of nanites.
The Two Teromos seem to be planning something.
Comrade P. AKA Hamilton TeromoSidearms (2)Swordsman (1) You hear the doctor's words in your ears. Out of spite, you play them out on the speakers. He seems to be reconsidering his orders, however.
"'They?' I just don't want the colonel to have access to something like this. If you want to keep you new friend, by all means do so. But we are treading dangerous ground.
Look, if you don't want the colonel to haul Hamilton 2.0 to Olympus Mons, we need to get off this station. The reason I asked you to terminate him is because if the colonel decides to have her scientists do research, things have the potential to go very... VERY wrong. Worst case scenario, we have to deal with TWO outbreaks of rogue, sentient nanites spreading throughout the outer solar system."Your clone responds.
"I am fine with that... I'd be glad to help you, Hamilton, and the others. Is there a ship we can commandeer?"The doctor seems unsure which Hamilton said that.
"I have a private vessel docked here. Your clone will be useful if there is ever a life support failure as he does not require any. He can sustain himself on the ship's power grid, but please... don't let him try to make more of himself. My conscience can't bear the guilt of being the one responsible for a second outbreak of rogue nanites."
Chromatic Wasp AKA Chandler DavisComrade P. AKA Hamilton TeromoPhysician (2)Marksman (1) ((Chromatic Wasp has been missing for 3 rolls now. If he doesn't show up, The Froggy Ninja will be in.))
darkpaladin109 AKA David "Pirate Dave" SmithCloud Health: 0%
Defender [1/3]You wake up just a tad late compared to the others. There is one other person next to you in the same kind of body that you have--although you never asked him his name. He never told the group, actually.
This body seems functional. It is designed to mimic a human body and, despite being made of metal, handles quite familiarly. Instead of servos, your limbs move using artificial muscles, allowing for silent actions and swift attacks.
The lab is just as active as it was before with the notable exception being that three of the other subjects and Doctor McDonald are missing. You ask around, learning that Doctor Alexander McDonald is currently running some planned maintenance on the three missing bodies. He should be in the testing control room if you need to find him.
The colonel is currently in the communications booth. There will be a military convoy soon. You remember something about mandatory military service in return for giving you the new remote bodies.