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[Fayrik]

We should probably go easy on adding stuff. Especially people.
We're using up resources faster than we can clean them.

[Criptfeind]

Eh. We are only at 37% right now. We will clean it next turn okay?

[Fayrik]

Or the turn after.
I'm just pointing out though, it's more efficient to use low power commands than it is to just keep making things.

[Criptfeind]

Hey, did we ever find out what we are?

[Phantom]

Apparently we are proponents of a super advanced sentient AI.

[Criptfeind]

You sure? Cause that guy me and john are trying to kill just called us nobles. It seems he knows what we are.

[USEC_OFFICER]

>Whisper to Water Rats Leader (Well, I'll be more straightforward.)
>AddINV InFrontOfWaterRatsLeader.1 meter cube of Diamond

Marlon's jaw drops at the sight of the diamond appearing in front of him.

Marlon: "How the hell did you do that?"

>Whisper Klemens (Who may your superiors be?)

Klemens thinks for a moment.

Klemens: "You'll probably want to talk to Marlon Labarre."

>Whisper to Jonathan (And then there was this guy, around your age, with weapons and armor like yours, he kinda got overwhelmed by a pack of dogs while I tried to get a guy over there. Funny thing, about those dogs, it's as if they regard eyes as a delicacy, to replace the lack of their own.)

Jonathan: "Lack of their own... Look, that's enough stories for one day, okay? Just tell me what you want me to do."

>AddINV Arbele (Live Grenade)

>Whisper to Arbele (Check your pockets... And don't say we didn't warn you.)

Aberle pulls out of the live grenade.

Aberle: "What the hell is..."

The grenade explodes in Aberle's right hand!
Aberle's right hand is obliterated!
A piece of shrapnel flies through the air, striking Aberle in the head!
The piece of shrapnel implants itself in Aberle's head!
Aberle dies instantly.
A piece of shrapnel flies through the air!
It implants itself in the chest of Aberle's lieutenants.

>AddINV Dead Horse (Heavy Machine Gun)

>Whisper to Johnathan (If theres a weapon on the dead horse, grab it and start firing it without remorse. If there isn't, pray they don't shoot.)

Jonathan grunts, and grabs the machine gun, turning it on the other guards.

Jonathan fires the Heavy Machine Gun at the guards, spraying bullets wildly!
A bullet flies through the air, striking one of the guards in the head!
The guard is killed instantly.

A bullet flies through the air, striking a guard in the upper left arm.
The bullet passes through the upper left arm, barely missing the humerus.

The two surviving guards, surprised at the spray of bullets, barely have the presence of mind to pull their clubs and knives out. Jonathan drops the machine gun, and pulls out his SIG 550.

Jonathan fires at the guards!
His aim is wild, and the bullets fly past the guards harmlessly.

One of the guards runs up to Jonthan, and swings his club!
Jonathan grunts as the club hits him on his head.
Jonathan is protected by his helmet.

Jonathan attempts to smash the guard with the butt of his rifle.
The SIG 550 hits the guard in the jaw.
The mandible breaks in two, and the guard collaspes to the ground.

The third guard, scared by Jonathan, runs away, screaming: "We're being attacked! Help! Help!"

Jonathan ignores the guard, and grabs a knife, to cut Jorg's bonds.

Jonathan: "There we go. You're alright now."

[Criptfeind]

> Start flushing out the SV now, that should do it quickly enough, but still leave enough for us to do stuff this turn.

[Johnfalcon99977]

I can only say one thing.

BADASS.

>Whisper to Jorg (Pick up that huge gun Johnathan dropped. If you can't, try your best to keep up with Johnathan)

>Whisper to Johnathan (Now is a sound time to get the fuck out of here. Hurry!)

>Whisper to Marlon (We have some special abilities. But it seems our job has been done already. Keep the diamond. Consider an incentive for possible future jobs. Goodbye for now.)

[Fniff]

Whisper.Jorg (We haven't decided this, but holy fucking shit that was the most awesome thing ever.)

Whisper.Johnathan (You are fucking awesome.)

[GlyphGryph]

say (We still need to figure out exactly what the point of all this is. So we need somewhere safe to relax and talk. Do either of you know of a place in the city? We should be able to seal the doors and generally keep an out to help a bit, but remember not to rely on us too much. We need to ask you both more of what exactly is going on here.)

[Johnfalcon99977]

say (We still need to figure out exactly what the point of all this is. So we need somewhere safe to relax and talk. Do either of you know of a place in the city? We should be able to seal the doors and generally keep an out to help a bit, but remember not to rely on us too much. We need to ask you both more of what exactly is going on here.)

>Veto.

"Say" tells EVERYONE THAT.

[Hubris Incalculable]

> whisper to Jorg(Also, hoo much money did ye borrah fro' tha Water Rats? Marlon willna' accept payment fra us, but we could give ye the same amoont an' then ye go pay him back, an' he'll be none tha wiser.)

[Phantom]

>AddINV Jonathan.4 Full SIG 550 Magazines
>Whisper to Jonathan (Reload while you can! And do you have any friends that could help out!? And you should probably take these, it will relieve the weight of the equipment!)
>AddINV Jonathan'sBodyArmor.Weight Relief Vest  (Distributes weight better.)
>AddINV GroundInFrontOfJonathan.Relief Backpack  (Same principle.)

>Whisper to Street Lions (Good grief! There is a full blown revolution going on!)

[USEC_OFFICER]

>Whisper to Jorg (Pick up that huge gun Johnathan dropped. If you can't, try your best to keep up with Johnathan)

Jorg: "I'm using crutches, remember? I'll try my best to keep up though."

>Whisper to Johnathan (Now is a sound time to get the fuck out of here. Hurry!)

Jonathan: "You're telling me."

>Whisper to Marlon (We have some special abilities. But it seems our job has been done already. Keep the diamond. Consider an incentive for possible future jobs. Goodbye for now.)

Marlon: "Okay..."

Whisper.Jorg (We haven't decided this, but holy fucking shit that was the most awesome thing ever.)

Whisper.Johnathan (You are fucking awesome.)

Jorg: "Wait, what hasn't been decided?"

Jonathan: "Yeah, thanks."

> whisper to Jorg(Also, hoo much money did ye borrah fro' tha Water Rats? Marlon willna' accept payment fra us, but we could give ye the same amoont an' then ye go pay him back, an' he'll be none tha wiser.)

Jorg thinks for a couple seconds.

Jorg: "Err, a couple hundred Emperors."

>AddINV Jonathan.4 Full SIG 550 Magazines
>Whisper to Jonathan (Reload while you can! And do you have any friends that could help out!? And you should probably take these, it will relieve the weight of the equipment!)
>AddINV Jonathan'sBodyArmor.Weight Relief Vest  (Distributes weight better.)
>AddINV GroundInFrontOfJonathan.Relief Backpack  (Same principle.)

Jonathan picks up the ammo, and reloads his SIG 550. He equips the vest and backpack.

Jonathan: "Well, I know a few people who might help. I think one or two of them have turned pacifistic, if you're thinking of asking them something."

Jonathan and Jorg run out of the jail. Jonathan grunts, as he notices that the Street Lions are building a barricade on one side of the street. The barricade is already as tall as a person, and well-guarded. Jonathan and Jorg run in the opposite direction, dodging Street Lions and jumping through alleys. Jonathan gives a grunt of disapproval whenever a barricade forces them to change direction. Eventually, Jonathan and Jorg stop for a moment to catch their breath.

Jorg: "Err, Jonathan. Do you feel we're getting a bit too close to something.?"

Jonathan looks around.

Jonathan: "Let's see... The jail was in that direction, and the barricades were mostly along the West-East roads..."

Jonathan thinks for a second. Jorg's face whitens as he follows Jonathan's line of thinking.

Jonathan: "Damn bastards, I know what they're trying to do."

>Whisper to Street Lions (Good grief! There is a full blown revolution going on!)

One of the Street Lions nod.

Street Lion: "Thank the Gods. Finally."