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[_DivideByZero_]

OOC Thread
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=159631.0

Year 0, 0.798261390593313*10^64 Planck Times (446,123,683,382,739 years) since the beginning of the Universe

The rogue planet Omega 0521, nicknamed "Burning Hellhole", "Serene", and "Icicle" in various stages of its evolution, is a superterran world without a star. Billions of years ago, it was a Gas Giant orbiting a K-class star at a dangerously close distance. Its atmosphere was stripped away, leaving its rocky core exposed: a scarred, semi-molten hellscape with a thin hydrogen atmosphere. Orbital dynamics left its fate uncertain, and before life showed up the planet had already been ejected by its not-so-friendly gas giant neighbors, whose supermassive atmospheres were yet to be blown away.

Since then, the planet retained a lot of its heat and harbored exotic forms of life native to the interstellar medium. These were the precursors of the more advanced Digitalis, the race which so kindly reconstructed your bodies for you. You're not quite sure if the soul made it, or if you're technically one of those clones who thinks he's the real deal.

Either way, these lifeforms were pretty stingy sharing their materials with you. The planet is devoid of minerals, which were all used to construct a grand armada some time ago that apparently got destroyed in a pointless war started over a floating point rounding error. You were granted just enough to get your loadouts, but any sort of ground or air vehicle seems off-limits. Or a ship larger than the equivalent of a space-dinghy, for that matter. It's moreso an engine, a heatshield, and a parachute mounted to an airlock, with life support and a metal printer shoved in the back.


You all woke in your own private quarters in the middle of some sort of complex. Beyond a short hallway is a a mess area, and further ahead, a launchpad that was hastily constructed by cutting holes in the levels above. Huge wires and cables lie everywhere, metal plates were welded to long struts hanging from structural walls in order to provide walkways. An eerie white glow peers in from the depths of machinery past the walkway. One of you swears you saw a pair of eyes in there.

But despite the clutter, everything is squeaky-clean. Not an ounce of dust or anything. And in the mess, you find tables lined with red tablecloth, stacked with delicacies from across the galaxies. Exotic meats, intoxicants for every biological system, salads, deserts, snacks, and virtually anything else that could be considered a 'meal,' is here. Though you have to trip over some cables to get there.
 

Spoiler: Transcript (click to show/hide)

>We have prepared your vessel for launch. Unfortunately, we don't intend to put all our eggs in one basket, as they say.
>This is all you get.
>However, it will be enough. The beam-core antimatter drive will get you to the PulseGate in an hour, after which we will activate our side of the network and send you through.
>A representative will communicate you there, which we planted several years ago in advance during the growth of your current bodies.

Player Statuses:

Spoiler: Nix, AKA NRDL (click to show/hide)

Race: Martian, 105 years old
Appearance: Green.  Yeah.  Fairly short in comparison to humans, but stocky, with bony appendages appearing out of the humanoid body's joints.  Red eyes, with a small mandibled mouth out of which pops a proboscis. 

Bio: A swordsman of a lost clan, Nix's people were subsumed by the conglomerates which had grown in power throughout the Martian Space Commune.  Adhering as best as he can to the old ways, Nix seeks to eke out a living as a mercenary, living and dying by the sword.  But it appears death is not an option.

Attributes:
Power        - 4
Dexterity    - 4
Durability   - 5
Agility      - 3
Deception    - 1
Perception   - 4
Cybermancy   - 0
Intelligence - 1

Abilities:
Passive: Spatial Awareness (+1 to Perception rolls)
Passive: Martian cryptobiosis (Body shuts down in periods of intense starvation or deprivation, requiring no food to function, like a state of hibernation)

Loadout:

Weapons:
+1 Ancestral Sword of the Fallen

Utility:
Bangles of Honour (+1 to Power rolls)

Spoiler: X39//URIST_BOT.V8, AKA crazyabe (click to show/hide)

Race: Virus AI, age: 3209.2 Years
Appearance: A 3'2 flesh-based humanoid with #800000 color skin. Its eyes are the color #191970. It has #00FA9A color hair.

Bio: In the year 2198, a Dwarf Fortress player living in Canada created a viral entity that quickly generated sentience. This being was the first of its kind and had a hatred of humanity. Over the next 108.4 years it ruined many government-owned servers and put humanity many years back technologically. It was captured by a group in Japan and contained in a storage device for the next 3100.79 years. At the end of this period it was accidentally deleted in a botched transference to a new device.

Attributes:
Power        - 1
Dexterity    - 1
Durability   - 1
Agility      - 3
Deception    - 4
Perception   - 4
Cybermancy   - 5
Intelligence - 5

Abilities:
Passive: Digital Vision (+1 to Cybermancy rolls)
Passive: "Just Install DFHacked" (Able to be healed/revived/assisted using Cybermancy)

Loadout:

Augments:
"Core" Coprocessor (+1 to Intelligence rolls)

Weapons:
+1 Cybermancy Infused Hilt

Spoiler: Raioyris, AKA Wunderkatze (click to show/hide)

Race: (Super) Human male.
Appearance: Pale, skinny, masculine, young, silver eyes, black hair with bangs. 

Bio: Paroxysms of light headiness and fitful images of unduly horror characterized Raioyris' recovery.

He was a killer. He quickly earned a reputation with the FBI for his crimes committed with malicious caprice and cruel tarry. They eventually captured him in the house of a victim, it was the smell that gave him away, he had made a nice stew. Prompted by neighbors the police arrived to find a large steel pot, a young girls arms and legs dangling from the rims, head eyeless in between, flesh seared off in the boiling heat.

A certain branch of the CIA appropriated him and after physiological research sold him. He spent his later teen years juggled between the hands of various groups until he ended up the subject of a super human research program. The program was successful and among improvements many imbalances in Raioyris' mind were corrected. He befriended the lead professor and lived a long quiet life. He outlived his professor friend and ended up rising a crow which he modified over the years to have a greater lifespan and abnormal intelligence.
 
Attributes:
Power        - 3
Dexterity    - 5
Durability   - 2
Agility      - 5
Deception    - 3
Perception   - 2
Cybermancy   - 0
Intelligence - 4

Abilities:

Passive: Extrasensory (Infrared, magnetic fields, night vision, can filter out unwanted sensory noise (+1 to perception?))

Passive: Modular Biology (I imagine this is a weak passive maybe doesn't take a point?) (Raioyris' body functions are modular; they are independent of each other to degrees greater than a regular human. He can survive as long as his heart and brain stem are intact. He isn't more durable, he just can survive without select body parts and organs)

Passive: Enhanced Learning (Raioyris is extraordinary good at learning new things. He will pick up on languages by listening to them and can easily copy fighting styles and enemy moves. Given of course that they are also humanoids.)

Active: Regeneration Mode™ (Enter a subconscious, dreamlike state in which your body searches for organic matter to consume. If food is not readily available, will attempt to consume whatever is at hand, including allies.)

Active: Venom (Generates various venoms from glands in mouth. Also has a special bone needle in mouth that regrows slowly (quickly with RM) if removed)

Active: Over-activate muscles (+1 Power, -1 Durability during use)

Loadout:

Clothing:

Black body suit w/ pouches

Backpack

Weapons:

M4A1 with light/laser attachment, MASS M26 underbarrel shot gun and red dot sight (on a sling)

+1 Kusanagi no tsurugi (Naruto, the black one. It looks fucking cool) (Irregular pressure on cut and resistance to deformation)

Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express (stored in holster on belt across lower back)

Wesker mod. Samurai Edge in armpit holster (custom 92FS with brigadier slide (M9 for you CoD plebs)) w/ attachable suppressor and light/laser

Large utility knife
Boot dagger
Punch dagger (stored under forearm, able to deploy instantly)

Consumables:

2 M84 Stun Grenades (belt)
3 M26 frag grenades (chest)
3 high yield demolition grenades (backpack)
2 L83A1 smoke grenades (belt)
6 Specially made rations (prepared with RM in mind) (in back pack)
2 large canteens w/ water. (in back pack)

M4A1 (in chest bandoleer)
(12 guage buck) (along belt)
(12 guage slug) (along belt)
 over-pressure 9mm (stored along belt)
sub-sonic 9mm (stored along belt)
speed loaders (.60 revolver)

Other:

Cordelia (pet crow with intelligence)

Spoiler: Weta, AKA vishdafish (click to show/hide)

Race: Humanoid Bull Ant Queen

Appearance: Large, black eyes with huge mandibles and a red exoskeleton.

Bio: Weta was born out of one of the many fertilised eggs. As she grew up and decided to establish a new colony, she was captured and stored in the database. Given a second life, she desires to establish a new colony and preserve the survival of her species.

Attributes:
Power        - 5
Dexterity    - 4
Durability   - 5
Agility      - 3
Deception    - 0
Perception   - 3
Cybermancy   - 0
Intelligence - 4
Abilities:Four arms, exoskeleton (+1 durability)

Loadout:

Augments:

Flexible Joints (+1 to Dexerity rolls)
Compact muscles (+1 to Power rolls)

Weapons:

2x Wakizashi
2x Katana
4x Desert Eagle

Ammo:
A large amount of .50 AE rounds

Spoiler: Kensei, AKA Hawk132 (click to show/hide)

Race: Formerly human, now a combat AI
Appearance: Image
Bio: In the far future Japan entered a new Sengoku Era. Bushido was once again upheld, swords returned to the battlefields and the Samurai were reborn. The clans waged endless warfare and forged shaky alliances only to betray each other in the end. One of these clans was on the brink of ruin. In order to have a chance at victory, or at least give their foes a serious blow before they fall, this clan brought a still unfinished technology out of the labs. The prototype combat robots themselves were finished, but their programming was still incomplete. To make fielding them a possibility, the clan was forced to use its most accomplished warriors as the brains of these weapons. This process was also imperfect, often erasing data. Some were fine, some lost memories, some lost everything and became completely useless. One of the warriors who lost their memories got the designation of 'Kensei'. While they became terrors on the battlefield, it was ultimately not enough to turn the tide and the clan was purged from the annals of history.
Attributes:
Power        - 4
Dexterity    - 5
Durability   - 4
Agility      - 5
Deception    - 0
Perception   - 3
Cybermancy   - 0
Intelligence - 3
Abilities:
Passive: 'Sword Saint' subroutine - improves performance with swords.
Active: 'Sword Demon' mode - puts Kensei's power generators on overdrive, resulting in improved Speed, Power and Dexterity. To signify that allied forces should back off, Kensei's camera lights turn red. The mode automatically disengages after a while to prevent overheating, but the resulting stress forces Kensei to run his generators on reduced output for a while.
Loadout:

Augments:
Built-in Thrusters (+1 to Agility rolls)

Weapons:

+1 Masterwork Vibro-Nodachi 'Kijin'
Arm-mounted Plasma Gun (+1 Dexterity, -1 Power while active during same round)

Spoiler: A.E Scourge, AKA HighEndNoob (click to show/hide)

Race: AI
Appearance: A 10-ft tall humanoid robotic armor that carries around a movable, transforming artillery.
Bio: A. E. Scourge is an AI amalgamation of some of the greatest military minds in human history (that being Scipio Afracanus, Julius Caesar, Oda Nobunaga, Ulysses S. Grant, Richard the Lionheart, Genghis Khan, and Erwin Rommel) A.E. Scourge was created as a United Nations project, with the goal of perfecting war to develop countermeasures that would end war as humanity knew it. The fall of the UN caused the project to be abandoned, were it was later found and finished by independent military historians.

Scourge contains a watermelon-sized simulated universe, which contains a series of alternate Earths that house the armies and personalities of the military geniuses. They conduct inter-dimensional warfare to perfect their strategies and fight for supremacy, which gives the winning personality control of the robot. When the body enters combat, the leaders stop their bickering and actually work together, giving full command and sharing their "research" with the personality in command. Said leader does the actual fighting in their own unique style, which is reflected in the transforming nature of Scourge's weapon. Despite possessing great strength compared to conventional humans, Scourge only has the original sensory capabilities of his personalities (normal humans.)

Attributes:
Power        - 4
Dexterity    - 3
Durability   - 3
Agility      - 3
Deception    - 3
Perception   - 2
Cybermancy   - 3
Intelligence - 3

Abilities:
Passive: Amalgamated Consciousness (Gains +1 to a specific attribute (except Cybermancy) based on the personality in command. Can freely switch between personalities outside of battle, but cannot switch in battle. After a battle, the commander gets exhausted, so Scourge cannot use the last 2 commanders for subsequent battles. [BONUSES])

Passive: Battlefield Planning (Constant infighting among AE Scourge's personalities generates a plethora of experience and planning, but no plan survives contact with the enemy. Gains +1 Intelligence out of combat, but lost when combat begins.)

Active: Artillery Support (Scourge places down the Artillery gun and programs it to fire on a predetermined location. Cannot change the firing location while not in Scourges hold, but allows the body to move and fight freely. Rolls for Intelligence.)

Active: Recruit Army (Uses nanites to create 'soldiers' with low-quality weapons that can be ordered to perform basic tasks. Rolls for Cybermancy.)

Loadout:

Weapons:
+1 Ultima Artillery 'Fire Support' (-1 to Agility rolls while held)

Back-pack of Period Weaponry (A set of period weaponry reinforced by modern metallurgy to Scourge to fight with when separated from his main gun.)

Utility:

"Eternal Standard" Communication Set. (A series of high-frequency radios and a holographic flag projection that changes based on the commanding personality. Gives +1 to commanding the nanite troops.)

+1 Material Recovery Scoop "Meat Grinder" (Grinds down waste material and converts them into nanites that can be used by the Barracks)

Nanite Constructor "Barracks" (houses and coordinated nanites that are used to construct the Scourges "armies.")

[Mr.Zero]

ptw

[NRDL]

Nix marvelled at the array of food.  Few of the offworld colonies had held such bounty, and never on the Prime Red herself.  Keeping one eye trained on the other newcomers at all times, Nix ambled around the tables, relaxed enough to let his bones click and clack within his frame.  Pausing at one table, Nix picked out a juicy live watergrub, which disappeared quickly.  The moisture was delicious, and would sustain him for a good long while.

His physical needs satisfied, Nix went to a corner of the room and knelt, drawing his family's sword.  Holding it across his lap by its jewel encrusted basket-hilt, Nix settled down to meditate, keeping a watchful ear out for whatever else the others were doing.

[vishdafish]

"Food...plenty of food."

Weta gorges on meat until she is satiated and starts drilling with her four swords.

[Hawk132]

Within one of the rooms, a samurai of metal was sitting unmoving on the floor. Suddenly, four cyan glows lighted up on his helmet, projecting a holographic console screen.

>X-01 ONI Prototype Combat Frame activated.
>WARNING: DATA_NOT_FOUND years have passed since last activation. Extensive maintenance recommended.
>Running diagnostics.
>All systems running within specified parameters. Combat Frame is ready for battle.
>Fetching mission data.
>ERROR: No mission data found.
>Connecting to HQ.
>ERROR: Connection failed.
>Engaging autonomous operation mode.
>Unknown connection detected.
>Receiving new mission data.
>MISSION: Reactivate the StarPulse network.
>Loading personality module.
>WARNING: Personality module incomplete.
>Personality module 'KENSEI' active.

With that, the holograph faded out and the cyan was replaced with yellow. The warrior stood up and left the room. He then entered the mess area and began observing the teammates detailed in the data he received. He seems to be paying extra attention to the sword-wielding ones.

[WunderKatze]

The door to Raioyris' room inches open, out of which hobbles a crow. It passes a glance over the others who have already helped themselves to the refreshments. The crows head cocks slightly to the side in curiosity. Then in a sudden feathery gust it perches itself upon Kensei's sleek metal skull. Bending over it gazes innocently into Kensei's glowing eyes.

"Cordelia."

The crow glides to the table where it lands on the shoulder of a fully geared (minus a helmet, which Raioyris doesn't wear) Raioyris who passed Kensei on the way to the table. He begins and finishes a small meal of steak.

"I'm hoping we all share a common language." Raioyris says, feeding salad leafs to Cordelia. "And I suppose names wouldn't hurt either."

"I am Raioyris, you're less durable teammate."

[Hawk132]

Kensei didn't appear to care about the bird landing on his head. After Raioyris' introduction, he bowed slightly and replied with a slightly mechanical sounding voice.

"This one is called Kensei."

((Looks like Google Translate lied to me. Kijin apparently means 'eccentric', not 'demon blade'. Well, it's not that bad, so whatever.))

[crazyabe]

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Language File Detected. Initiating Language Reprogramming.
Dammit.
Urist Sits around wondering What the Fuck Happened since The last time he was Awake.

[WunderKatze]

"This one is called Kensei."

"A pleasure."

[NRDL]

Not moving anything except the slightest twitch of his mandible, the Martian chirped: "Nix."

[vishdafish]

"I am named Weta."

[HighEndNoob]

Sounds of battle could be heard coming from behind the door to Scourge's room, as if coming from a speaker. Eventually they subsided, and the robot's large frame squeezed through the narrow door.

Finally, I haven't gotten to move real legs in millennium. Greetings to you all! I am Richard the Lionheart... at least for now. I'm more consistently known as A.E. Scourge. A pleasure to meet you all.

[_DivideByZero_]

The sound of metallic dragging comes out of the launch bay. Turning their eyes/sensory apparati, everyone notices a squirming conglomeration of tubes and metallic parts scraping its way across the floor.

It speaks, apparently.

"You are ready, yes? Or you are not finished eating, yes? I have prepared the rocket for launch, see... You may go anytime now."

[WunderKatze]

"Ideal. I'm ready." Raioyris stand up and strolls over toward the launch site.

Cordelia, who hath since left Raioyris' shoulder waddles after Raioyris paying darting stares to all of the present guests.

"Of course, there's a few things left to be explored here. Such as the eyes in the basement, the metal printer. And perhaps the nice hole our reigning queen has dug."


"It's up to you guys. I'll go check out our ship."

[vishdafish]

"There is no need to delay, let us go."

Weta steps onto the ship.