Speaks"Grand! A fair payment for justice served and a task accomplished. I suppose now we shall appropriate more equipment from the Fabricator technological wonder?"
Charge up the TerrorPorter in the appropriate charge slot.
Then let's hit up the Fabricator for another Protection and let's also grab a Wearable.
The satisfied Speaks seeks out the Fabricator, making a slight detour on the way to find a charge slot for the Terrorporter. Lux guides him to a tiny maintenance room with direct access to the ship's power core, which has more than enough kick to restore the Terrorporter to working condition. Speaks makes a mental note of this room's location later. You know, just in case.
Then he proceeds to the Fabricator and kicks in his Tokens.
[2 - Armor Type] 'Protection' yields an almighty rumble that emanates from the machine's innards, shaking him to the bones.
[1 - One Effect] Purple light dances in the air.
[Christian] A holy light blares out of the Fabricator and angelic trumpets blare in Speaks' hearing. He's stunned for a moment and comes to with a white garment in his arms, with a stiff white collar. He reads the description.
This simple lightweight cassock was designed out of fireproof materials after a sharp rise in the number of arson attacks (and, apparently, associated nudity) on the planet Rollyisland. It is capable of withstanding extreme high temperatures and is also very resistant to tearing. Despite these qualities, the project was eventually deemed a failure due to its lack of effect on the 'disgraceful behavior' of 'those feckin' eejits'.
Damage Reduction: -1
Traits:
+Fire-Resistant [Halves fire damage and Flame/Thermal-trait effects.]
Speaks marvels at this... strangely familiar-seeming garment. He feels undeniably Catholic and has the strangest urge to perform mass, despite being a saurian alien with little knowledge of human religion. Feck!
Rather distracted, he puts in the next Token, for Wearable.
[5 - Handwear] [1 - One Effect] [Dinosaur] There's a hiss and a burst of tropical air and Speaks finds himself looking at a pir of gloves of... what... alarmingly looks like leather made out of the flesh of his species. The description disproves that, but it still doesn't make it look any nicer:
These are the latest in a long line of irresponsible products sold by the AboutTime time-travelling company, made out of real dinosaur leather from real dinosaurs butchered by the company's hunters. This particular type appears to be made out of the back of an Allosaur. They are durable and certainly a fashion statement of sorts, but other than that, are normal gloves.
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Status: Gnarly.
HP: 30/30 [-1 to Damage]
Possessions:-
Tooth Gun [Damage 3/
Precise, Special Ammo/Teeth]
>Shattering Teeth (2) [Tearing II] >Diamond Teeth (10) [+3 Damage/Piercing II, Stunning +0]-
Fireproof Cassock [DR:-1/
Fire-Resistant/Christian]
-AboutTime Authentic Allosaur Leather Gloves
-The Terrorporter [
Terror Port]
-Dazzle Suit (Variant IX) [Unuseable.]
-5 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
London can't help but swell up with pride. She gives Crit a quick hug, then runs off to the Fabricator with a glint in her eye.
She punches in four of her tokens, then selects Weapon, Protection, Wearable, and Drug after a moment of hesitation.
((Happy holidays, everyone.))
Happy late holidays, y'all.The bravest of the brave heroes, London Tanner, gets to the Fabricator after Speaks. She's after a Weapon first, and
[1 - Bow] is rewarded with a flash of light and a wild rattling sound from the machine.
[2 - Two Effects] [Singing] [Insect] A strange bow made up of light, segmented parts drops into her hands along with ammo that, on closer inspection, prove to be swarms of dormant insects stuck together in organic arrowheads. She reads the description.
This weapon was crafted by secretive and nature-loving elves in the world-forests of Amummon. Their mysterious woodsinging magics allow them to 'convince' trees to grow and discard parts for the elves to use as needed and without harming the growth of the forest. At each stage of the weapon's creation, ultimate care was taken so no living being was harmed or unnecessarily altered. The weapon's ammunition is sleeping swarms of ferocious and ever-angry ripperwing insects, shot out at targets on highly painful suicide runs. The fact that these beings surely die in the process of using the weapon does not bother the elves. One bow-maker was quoted as saying 'I'm all for loving all of nature and so forth, but, just, fuck the ripperwings. Fuck 'em.'
Damage: 4
Traits:
+Bug Swarm[/i] [Shots from this weapon erupt as highly-aggressive insects. 1 damage per turn on unprotected targets while active, Stunning -1, Minor Area of Effect.]
Huh. London goes for another item of Protection next.
[1 - Shield Type] The machine hums and clangs,
[1 - One Effect] hisses and growls, before manifesting a
[Law] huge book that thuds to the floor with a metallic clang. The book is black, with silver edges, thick as hell, and only has one word on the cover in shiny silver: 'LEX'.
In the crime-infested metropolis of Ultannor, outlaw gangs rule the streets and those trying to do good live in constant fear for their lives. After seeing an optimistic comrade get gunned down after professing his belief that 'the law is my shield!', a young attorney decided to make those words into something more concrete, becoming the Lawman, a hero who works by the book. This is his personal shield, Legal Protection, a heavy but effective device projecting a personal barrier to protect from drive-by shootings and the like.
Damage Reduction: -3
Capacity: 4 Hits (may withstand up to 4 hits on a turn before overloading)
Traits: None
Strapping the heavy lawbook on her chest - it clicks on with a magnetic seal - London decides to try Wearable next.
[2 - Jewelry] [4 - Four Effects] The Fabricator produces this item quickly, with a puff of light and smoke.
[Fairy] [Drama] [Despair] [Post-Apocalyptic] A necklace with a deep, dark stone that seems to swirl with energy drops into her hands. It seems to carry a weight greater than its physical parts. She looks up for the explanation.
This necklace and the stone within it were crafted by a wicked fae as part of a bargain with a human playwright. It has the power to amplify negative emotions in observers, and was sought to make his tragedies even more tragic and bring his performers to new lows of genuine emotion. For a time, it worked, propelling the playwright and his company to fame, until one fateful day when performing to the ruler of his nation; the man caught the effect of the necklace and was so touched, so brought to despair, that he thought to end it all and sent the order to launch all their nuclear missiles at the spot. This necklace is retrieved from the ruins of their world, and is just lightly irradiated. The fae, reportedly, found it a fantastic ending to Man's own personal tragedy.
Traits:
+Despair Stone [May be used to amplify negative emotions in targets.]
Last, but not least, London indulges in her drug habit.
[6 - Eyedrops] A little tube of murky liquid appears in the air before her.
[3 - Addictive] [2 - Withdrawal lasts for 3 turns.] [1 - Effects last for 1 turn.] She takes it in her hand.
[2 - Two Effects] [Dinosaur] [Incapacitating] It has no instructions, and there's again no description - but likely it's some nice, recreational drug that'll be perfectly safe to use. Maybe she could ask Lux.
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Status: Rattled.
HP: 25/25
Possessions:-
Grímnir's Hold [Damage 6/
Unwieldy I, Ancient Wards/Containment]
-
Sungwood Bow [Damage 4/
Bug Swarm/Singing, Insect]
-
Legal Protection [DR: -3/Capacity: 4/Law]
-
Kodion Thermal Shield [DR: -2/Shield Use: 3/
Fire Barrier/Fire]
-
Viscous Eyedrops-Faer Tragedie's Secret [
Despair Stone]
-Jetpack Soviet Fur Hat
-4 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Crit follows London and Speaks to the fabricator. As seems to be popular, he orders 1 wearable and 1 protection.
Next is Crit, still adamantly refusing to order Weapons for reasons of its own. Wearable
[2 - Jewelry] produces a
[2 - Two Effects] [Black Hole] [Game] an ordinary-looking little ring with a stone of deep, deep black. Huh.
This little device doesn't look like much, but is actually a suicidal last-resort tool for operatives of the Thyrr Hegemony. Rotating the key in the correct sequence unleashes the power of a miniature black hole, surely destroying the user, any evidence of their presence, the surrounding area, and, in the long-term, probably the entire planet. Most civilizations have banned devices such as these, but the Hegemony cares little for galactic rules and regulations. Reports of Endgame Rings malfunctioning and releasing their payload at random are adamantly denied by the Hegemony.
Traits:
+Black Hole Generator [When unlocked using the right sequence, breaks open, unleashing a small black hole.]
Well. Best not drop it.
Next, Crit goes for a little more Protection.
[3 - Other Type] A burst of wild energy shoots out from the Fabricator and bounces around before materializing into a
[1 - One Effect] [Communist] dull glass bottle full of greenish liquid. Crit reads the description that appears.
This special-order absinthe was distilled at the heights of the Paris Commune in 1871, and is rich with revolutionary leftist passions, as well as mad alcoholic science. It is supposed to, when drunk, to give one the strength of a barricade, the endurance of a working man, and the will to bring Liberty, Equality and Fraternity to all men! The chemicals in the drink permanently supercharge the body's biological functions past their normal limits, though a part of the effect is just good, old-fashioned drunken courage.
When drunk
+30 HP
+1 to CR
+1 Stunning Resistance
-1 to intellect rolls
Splendid! Or it would be, if Crit had any organic components to process this with. There appear to be some downsides to life as a robot.
---
Status: Obsolete.
HP: 25/30
Possessions:-Endgame Ring [
Black Hole Generator]
+Spirit of 1871 [Effects: +30 HP, +1 to CR, +1 to Stunning Resistance, -1 to rolls of intelligence.]
+Mega Seeds
+SGP Glue
+Last Resort Explosive Digger
+Quantum Lab Tube [An experimental product of Nazi superscience. Appears to contain every chemical at once.]
+Quantum Key [An experimental product of Nazi superscience. Appears to
be every key at once.]
+4 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: Nazified Evil Roy deems this hall just as acceptable as the other one.
He then gets some much-needed R&R. Surely more fabrication can wait until the mission parameters are discovered.
... well, maybe 1 weapon! He buys one more weapon for 1 token. Can never have enough weaponry.
The pleased Evil Roy is next, returning from the Transport Hall. He is in the mood for some implement of death, and enters a Token.
[10 - Explosives] [3 - Three Effects] [Self-Damaging] [Pigeon] [Revolutionary] After a little whirring and a little humming, the Fabricator deposits a pack of egg-like devices in his appendages.
These Peace Pigeons were designed by a young revolutionary with an overabundance of zeal and all too little wit. These self-guided explosives, resembling white pigeons in flight, seek out anyone armed when activated and blow up in their face, as militarist enemies of peace (the irony was lost on them). Unfortunately, the rudimentary AI of these things means the user is also counted as a target, and at least a few bombs in every pod are guaranteed to turn right back at the user.
Damage: 4
Traits:
+Burst [3 bombs are released at once.]
+Peacemaker [Will only target armed enemies and military structures. On a roll of 1-2, bomb targets user instead.]
Ah. That may be... problematic.
---
Status: Evil. Purplish?
HP: 30/30
Possessions: -
'Reaver' Powered Crossbow [Damage 4/
Close-Ranged I,
Stunning +1, Special Ammo/Sadistic, Mind-Altering]
-
Ursus Amplifier Sword [Damage 5/
Amplifier/Bear, Intensify]
-
Peace Pigeons [Damage 4/
Burst,
Peacemaker/Self-Damaging, Pigeon, Revolutionary]
-
Omniphobic Familiar [
Teleprotectation]
-Maelocht's Gloves [
Soulgnawer]
-6 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Go to the Fabricator, get a protection item.
Last but not least is Erin Strand, who has a mighty hunger for more Protection.
[2 - Armor Type] [3 - Three Effects] There's a sound like two thousand fog horns and one drawn-out beep, and the Fabricator spits out a suit of armor
[Worship] [Teeth] [Special] made entirely out of countless sharp fangs linked together. Assuming one doesn't stab themselves putting it on, it looks fairly durable.
This is a set of fang-mail, made by the frost tribes of Polaris III. The tribes venerate their ancestors by taking the teeth of the dead as fashioning it into protection, weaponry, shrines and even coin - this particular set is a special chieftain's garment, a sign that he has surely been blessed by past generations. It is strong on primitive standards, though rather outdated in the wider galaxy. Should the user ever happen to visit Polaris III, it will surely come in handy.
Damage Reduction: -2
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Status: Stranded.
HP: 30/30 [-3 to Damage]
Possessions: -
Mnemonic Autocannon [Damage -/
Heavy Weapon,
Automatic I,
Stunning +0,
Memory Drain/Lion, Memory, Large]
-
Cadgewell's Green Rifle [Damage 3/
Inaccurate,
Internal Bloom/Earth, Overgrown, Organ]
-
Armor of the Pariah [DR:-3/
Pariah State/Ugly, Magical, Depression]
-
Sacred Fang Mail [DR:-2/Worship, Teeth, Special]
-5 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
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In the future, try not to spend so many Tokens at once good god that's a lot of generation ;_;. I may institute some limit on how much stuff you can carry around at any given time.
To clarify, the Spirit of 1871 may be used once, upon which it will grant those effects permanently.
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