Pseudohumanity [RPG]

[Magical Girl Mimi]

OOC: Oh, I've got an idea for that. Thanks for confirming they're androids, no matter how unsure I am of how that works in the long-run. =P

[mtmerrick]

OOC: we'll break her out after you do whatever you're gonna do =P

[Rakoua]

OOC: No will release her probably. Depending on what she says during the interrogation.
IC (Redshirts):
"Sir No's patience isn't infinite, Kira."

[mtmerrick]

"I can't exactly move when you all are surrounding me like this"

[Rakoua]

IC (Redshirt):
"Why do all my prisoners seem intellectually challenged... just start walking and the redshirts will move out of the way, unless you try something..."

[mtmerrick]

*starts walking out of the base*

[Rakoua]

IC (Redshirt):
"You're supposed to go INSIDE the base..." I sighed.

[mtmerrick]

WOW these robots are stupid Kira thought as she proceeded to walk out of the base.

[Rakoua]

IC (Redshirt):
Redshirts blocked her way.
"You'll die."

[mtmerrick]

"Dumb, brutes, OK. Well, maybe you should, I dunno, tell me where you want me to go? This is a pretty big base after all"

[Rakoua]

IC (Redshirt):
"Towards the large door that has "Entrance" written on it, perhaps?" I sighed yet again.

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Virunk==-

Meanwhile, Virunk made his way back to Matt's lab, the Motorcycle and Seth following him as he did so.
"We've got a problem." Virunk said with a grimace, as he pushed open the door, having to use more strength than normal to lift his arm to do that, due to the offline exoskeleton arm.

[Rakoua]

IC (Rakoua):
"Is that so?"

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Virunk==-

"Yes, it's so..." Virunk said, looking over at Rakoua with intrigue at that moment.
They just so happened to know who we were...

[mtmerrick]

IC Kira:  "...that's the entrance to the mess hall. See the sign that says 'mess mall on the building? And the door marked exit right next to the door that's marked entrance? Seriously, your boss needs to give you guys an AI upgrade"

IC Matt: "I know, Kira messaged me" Matt said, accepting the maser rifles. The others noticed his mechanical arm was ripped apart, and watched as Matt quickly tore down the rifle and built it into his arm.  "While you were gone I also did a little surgery" matt said, holding up his organic hand. "A prototype I've been working on. I call it Variable Fingertip Drive." His fingerprints morphed into a new pattern. "A customized layer of SynthSkin replacing the skin on my fingertips. Cool, huh?"

OOC: been wanting these for a wile. I have a feeling they're going to come in very handy.

[Rakoua]

IC Redshirt:

"And how would you know that? Anyway, that's the place where the interrogation will occur."

IC (Rakoua):
"Oh, cool, maser rifles. But where's Kira?"

[mtmerrick]

"Kidnapped" Matt answered, highly annoyed at the fact what he said was true.

-----

"Okaaaay" kira said, and entered the mess hall.

[Trijhak]

IC:

Seth noticed an urgent live news feed on a television, which seemed oddly conveniently placed. It was detailing how New Zealand was being attacked by a horde of almost-mindless people, all cyborgs, and the channel it was on, being wildly biased towards pure organics, spun the attack to mean that cyborgs would soon rise up around the world and destroy everything. This, to any sane person, was obviously not true, but anyone who had dealt with anti-cybernetics activists knew that they had probably already amassed a force against cyborgs. All this meant to Seth was that the world was going to spin out of control soon enough, and order would lose its steady grip on the worlds of humanity.

"Motorcycle, what did you make of that, and also-what do you want to be called? For now, I think you should go over to the guy with the big blade and ask him to name you, if you haven't named yourself."

"I'm more... well, feeling something.. at the fact I'm a motorcycle."

And then, the motorcycle went off to Virunk.

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"You there. I will now refer to you as my personal lackey because of your obedience to me, and the other two versions of myself on the moon. Tell me... is New Zealand burning into its grave?"

"The assault you ordered is going well. It did not completely surprise, some militia have countered it, but we outnumber them, surprisingly. It seems some people would rather just submit to us. We have some captives." the lackey of Charles Euron informed.

"Add them to the legion of mindless drones. Do that for ALL future captives, except if they display unusual talent or happen to be politicians."

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else?"

"We're going to buy out a robotics company, one that makes robots. And we're going to change it... into one that makes assassin robots. If we can, we'll also make all of their current robots into assassin robots too. Nobody ever suspects the robot. The idiots have laws against robots killing. But they do not know of the spreading fire that I propagate on this world. It is strangely captivating to know, to feel, that you are making the world burn."

"A wise man once said some men just want to watch the world burn... I think his name was Steve Obama... no, it was Bill Jobs, wasn't it? They made the world burn themselves... in a manner too discreet to be remembered by most, via patents or something..." Charles thought to himself.

[Rakoua]

IC (Rakoua):

"So, I assume we will attempt a rescue?"

IC (person in the dark in the mess hall)

"I've been expecting you."

[mtmerrick]

IC Kira: "who are you?"

IC Matt: "Obviously"