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ViewScream: WILD CITY
The bulkhead seals behind you; there is a brief warning buzzer before THEMiS’s A.I. pleasantly informs you that you have been “quarantined for your protection.”
A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a limited collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
ROLE: XENOBIOLOGY
Available solutions:
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
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A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a limited collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
Available solutions:
- Elemental Spore Supply
- Accelerated Gene Therapy Nanites
- Bioengineered Xenomorph
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
PROBLEMS
Over at your communications hub, there’s a flashing red light: obviously some kind of warning signal. Checking the monitors triggers a pop-up message, read aloud in the pleasantly neutral voice of what must be THEMiS’s A.I.
“External sensors offline. Temperature regulation and collision maintenance systems compromised.”
Well, that doesn’t sound good.
“Do you wish to jettison this sector to preserve station integrity?”
A countdown appears on the pop-up. Okay, so that’s really not good.
Engineering
There’s an alarm klaxon like a tornado siren that extends for about twenty-five seconds than you wish it would have.
Once you can finally uncover your ears, you see the flashing alert:
PROTON CORE IN CRISIS MODE
IMMINENT REPAIR REQUIRED TO PREVENT MELTDOWN
Better find someone who can get you those repairs...
Weapons
Red alerts on your monitor are always a good sign, right? What about alarm bells? Warning signs with hazard symbols that say "ENEMY DETECTED"? Hmmm, no? Not into it?
Well, you can do something about that! ... If you had operational weapons.
You can see several dots on the radar rapidly approaching—in fact, they’re surrounding every path past the sealed bulkgate. You peer through the window, and see the first of the swarm: many-legged, chitinous, its carapace shimmering green and purple as it chitters its enormous, saw-like mandibles. At least it’s only about the size of a large cat…. but it seems to be bringing hundreds and hundreds of its closest friends.
Hey, maybe you should get those weapons checked out?
DISCUSSION
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[aries is unduly excited about this considering that it's laso like 'a spaceship with lots of alarms and alerts going off]
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[oooh costumes!]
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I have no idea. I know just as much as you do, maybe less, who knows.
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I guess I can't just build a web to keep them out, too bad.
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If worse comes to worse, I can look really sad?
[also... she's pretty sure no one has a problem with her. yet.]
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It's probably worth seeing if they will. There's no reason not to enter negotiations anyway.
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[ you know ]
Then we need either FiN or Taisho for engineering.
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North can also speak to Bad End if Joker is there.
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[should she even bring up BEDE...]
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[he's stripping to get into one of the costumes]
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They have new members who seem interested in a relationship with us, so it may be easier than expected.
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Huh, you weren't kidding.
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[she pauses.]
If we've got Avante helping us, we don't strictly need anything from them, but...
[Joker.]
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North and I have obtained trades for our remaining two problems.
We'll be receiving an AI repair from Pep!Pep! in exchange for our nanites, and we are trading with Bad End for another set of weapons which will be exchanged with Taisho in return for a repair to our core.
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Okay, so that means we should be good, as long as nothing blows up...
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The odds are extremely unlikely that they'll all be broken. We should survive.
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And then... on the last one, we're supposed to get something from Taisho..? Oi, what makes you think they're good for it?
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If they betray us I'll make sure it hurts them more outside of the game.
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But the guy that killed Gold is gone now, and if they like North... we'll give them a chance.
TURN IN
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Spores go to BARiTONeS
Nanites go to pep!pep!
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Xenomorph: The Xenomorph and it's many maws will make quick work of any parasites attempting to overtake the ship. Don't mind the slime trail it leaves behind.
Spores: The spores arrive in a capsule that, when broken, releases a fine cloud of that settles over any alien organic matter in the room which begins to grow a strange, crystalline "mold" that chokes and restricts any further growth or movement.
Nanites: The nanites arrive in a capsule that, when broken, releases a shimmering cloud of microbots that swarm towards any alien life in the room and...for a long moment, nothing happens. But as the nanites shred their way through genes and DNA codes, the unfortunate target begins to shrivel and shrink, wasting away at an alarming rate.
TECH RECEIVED
You receive the following Real Space Technology:
Problem type: Helm
Tech received: A.I. Subroutine Access Codes
Description provided: Ensure their AI remembers it's chill out and don't kill your crew protocols.
Result: SUCCESS
Problem type: Engineering
Tech received: Antimatter Crystallization Matrix
Description provided: The crystalline form is stable, and beautiful— static, no longer prone to sudden cancerous growth nor catastrophic collapse. If this does not will their ship to behave, then nothing will.
Result: FAILURE
Problem type: Weapons
Tech received: Phase-Shifted Tachyon Missiles
Description provided: As the Xenobiology lab should have reinforced plating on the walls anyway, and they're used to dealing with whatever creatures are found on the journey, they can probably handle shooting the bugs as they come. The phase shift keeps the bugs from being able to just vibrate through the blasts.
Result: SUCCESS
RESULT: THIS IS GOING TO HURT
The good news is that, after shrieking intermittently for the last several hours, the alarm klaxon seems to have burned out its own wiring.
The bad news is that the, uh, proton core? Yeah, that thing, from its position at the back of your room (where it presumably does…. proton core things) is white hot. In fact, you can begin to see little vivid purple loops of energy sparking off it. And now the whole room is thrumming beneath you, the overloading energy venting any way it can.
As the proton core glows brighter and impossibly brighter, do you look away? Do you shelter yourself against a wall or behind your strange machinery? Or do you stare at it, as though directly into the sun, letting the incandescence sear you until your watering eyes produce tears of blood?
Just as you think you can’t bear it any longer, there’s a musical chime from THEMiS’s systems and… the sealed door of the bulkhead opens.
Run.
Behind you, you can feel the blast of heat and light more than you hear it—before your eardrums are blown out and the world erupts into silence. Plasma and shrapnel alike lash at your legs before you finally make it out of range and collapse to the floor.
Hey, it’s just like an action flick! ...Right? You consider the ruined backs of your legs; the still-silent world around you.