Moravia Orbital Colony, Ulysses | 237d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System
Moravia Lobby Alpha, Floor 3
Bustling Traffic (Lose all of your Diplomacy and convert it to a 1:1 Initiative bonus)
Megacity Time: 5:47"They won't let you? Bummer. All right, hold the Gio-lettuce then. Dang bureaucrats and their controlling of everything. But yeah, I'm pretty stoked, hope some good luck's finally coming my way. You know anyone who goes there a lot? Never hurts to have a couple pointers. Say, got something good to drink too?"
Talk more, buy a drink (whatever soda equivalent).
The soda is much less exotic. It's just CO2-saturated water with artificial flavor.
[1]
"We're working for Galactic™, the boss of our boss definitely goes there, but I don't really know much about the way our company works. Jake, you know anything?"[1] The other vendor shakes his head.
McMarlo strolled over to the pangamers. "Is that Protectors of the Multiverse?" he inquires, loudly, flapping his wings.
"I admit, I'm more a fan of Infinite League of the Ancient Arena, but I'm good at this game too-someone sign me up! Win or lose, everyone here gets holoautograph with McMarlo, I promise! Everyone gather round!" He panned.
McMarlo hoped he could pick Abjura the Existenimancer, his favorite character...
Action: Time for some Protectors of the Multiverse action!
By which I mean, massively distract the security teams from my teammates!
[3] You are well-received across the party, and apparently recognized by a few of them.
However, it dawns on you: Abjura is banned. As are all the other S-tier characters. What a bunch of jokers...
As you embrace the controller and beat the crap out of the other human players, the little gaming circle starts to grow larger and larger, with some wanting to play, but most simply here for the autographs. Your gameplay starts to suffer as you start to sign autographs in real time, setting your character to dance during the interruptions.
[4] Eventually, you spot a security team with one of your eyes, hovering around the edge of the crowd. They seem to have gotten in line just like the rest. Whether you're in trouble or not for disturbing the peace with your magnificence, you've got their attention.
In the corner of your other eye, you notice your friendly neighborhood spider robot grabbing a child just as the child tips over the edge of a guard rail.
"Well master, one of my subroutines tells me that following those activists would quickly reveal the location of the nearest airlocks, if we ever need to go into space." WARDEN responds, looking up at his 'master.' "You also could 'suggest' me to help those children. It would improve peoples view of us...er you, people would be more willing to work with you "
"Sounds like a plan. And sounds like a good opportunity to study juvenile humans." Atlos starts wheeling over in that direction. "Go, prevent the child from falling!"
WARDEN: [6/5] Aiming to ward off a potential thread, you arrive just in time as the short child tips over the edge. Within nanoseconds, you realize that your Extendable Grabby Arm will be insufficient to recover the child, so you take off with your jump jets and recover the child mid-flight. Your jets, however, cannot sustain flight for long, and you are forced to cut your engines until you can make a safe landing on the floor below, having fallen, very roughly, about 18.431m.
The child in your mechanical arms starts crying. The children above, on the other hand, start cheering. You feel tempted to tell the child to shut up, and seeing as here aren't any guards in sight you might be able to get away with it.
Onlookers on the second floor start to gather around you as you release the child. The little boy starts running toward the stairwell on the edge of the lobby.
"What's that bot doing?"
"Did it just kidnap the boy?"
"The child fell."
"Was the kid running away?"
As you can tell, most people here get suspicious about robots performing good deeds. Oh well, your personality setting is at 100% introversion. You don't need much attention.
Atlos : It seems your 'personal assistant is now a hero. This is bound to show up on the news...
Nerin and Valrak break off of the group and approach the women in labcoats.
"You're looking for something."
"What?"
"We're curious."
"We may have seen it."
One of the women backs away from the mentally linked pair. The other responds without expression.
[1]
"Just one of our colleagues. He's run off with some papers, which we require. I don't think you can help us."Ziggo gave a disgruntled squeak. Damn sensors. Maybe next time I should climb through the vents during inspection.
"I will leave you all now. Two-leggers forced me to visit a sy-kai-a-trist. Whatever that is." Ziggo began to search for the sy-ki-atric ward. Maybe that's where he could start some damage.
[6/5] Speaking of vents, you instinctively crawl into the nearest one without thinking, tossing the steel panel out on the floor. It lands with a resounding clang.
inside the vent, it seems there are four directions. Up or down, which presumably lead to the next level, 'forward' with the flow of the air, or 'backward,' toward the source of the air.
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