Yours Truly

Solomon was on the lookout this evening if the general...twitchyness of his motions seemed to be any indication, whoever they were going to meet, it certainly made their guide see long knives and long rifles behind every shadow, and every single glint of light in the streets surrounding them, "Wwwell a good way to start might be to deny that you had anything to do with his attempted assassination, and uhhh....you know what? Maybe it would be wise if I sit this one out as well, let the rest of you butter him up with your...competence first before they bring me in for my execu-nnah, I mean I didn't know that Halley was going to do that, that...counts for something right? Wwhat do you guys think?."

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Radovan let out a loud annoyed grunt as he recalled his Sableye into it's Aetherball, "Never a dull moment in this job huh?," he stated as he summoned and literally tried to throw his Larvitar in the Ghost Girl's path and shouted, "Larvitar! Cover her vision, and the Chief's retreat with SANDSTORM now!."

Jun Alan's response

Richard uses That is Naught But a Flesh Wound on Iowa and 6D, healing 1d4+15 damage to them and curing any ailments they are about to receive.

The woman took some time to ponder what her answer should be for Navin's question, and she sat there, staring intently at a part of the wall that you were all quite sure had nothing on it before she took a deep breath and tiredly said, "If this was four-five years ago? My father would have told you himself that Deus was a nightmare, and indeed he was then as he is now, after all what else do you call someone who seemingly came from nowhere and immediately took over one of the largest arcologies in Seattle over night, and kept control over it for two long and bloody years before disappearing into the ether, leaving behind a charnel house filled with tens of thousands of corpses, and I would have told you to be very afraid indeed." She let out a slight sigh before she continued with, "But these days? At best Deus wants everyone to think that he's a drekhead, and let me tell you, if he is? It's working really well." The corners of her mouth curled downwards slightly as she said, "Blowing up the Aztechnology Arcology was a mistake, as your librarian over there can attest to, and within my estimates, unless we free the Stock Exchange from Deus's influence within the next three days, the Azzies will have everyone inside of that building killed. Just to spite him you see....just to remind him that they can." She had a deadly serious tone in her voice when she said, "With that in mind, I'd say that Deus thinks he is very clever indeed, and that unless we stop him, he's going to get everyone else killed just to prove it." The woman gave a sidelong glance in Alexandria and Liliya's direction before she raised her index finger up, at first seemingly to ask them to wait for a moment, before she proceeds to mime pushing a button and a hidden niche in the coffee table slides open to spit out printed sheets of I can't believe it's not paper from an unseen printer, "The eight of you will need to fly to Boston tomorrow, and unfortunately enough we only know of one man who has the resources to charter a black flight this quickly, and he wants to meet you Solomon, knows you by name in fact." The woman's statement caused the librarian to raise one of his eyebrows before he worriedly exclaimed, "What? You can't be talking about-," before the woman proceeded to talk over him with, "The seven of you will be meeting him tonight at the Fortunate Son, an Ares adjacent gunstore and barbeque that he has a controlling interest in, it's just off Union street, and trust me, you won't miss it," Solomon started to slowly back his throne closer towards the door as he muttered some swear words, as the woman seemingly ignored him and continued with, "And don't you worry, he says that he's made a full recovery, and that he has no hard feelings for you or your group, after all, they only fragged him to bits the last time they met." ________________________________________________________________________ A very dead man and also some multiversal nerds I guess-Union Street, Seattle-October 31 2064, Apparently still 8:24 PM somehow. Smell of the day: Barbequed meat and pollutants Theme Song Big Iron The seven of you had to take three separate cabs to get here, with one taxi cab being reserved for Alexandria after her attempt at sitting in the back with everyone else caused the car's chassis to creak. Paying for the ride with the creds that the appropriately named Frosty shoved into your party's hands along with some fake IDs, cheap commlinks, andinvitations, and a thumb drive containing the programs you were supposed to use before she 'politely' ushered you out of her house so that she could change into something a little more comfortable. As you step out of the cramped and sweaty confines of the taxi cab, and stepped inside of the damp and smoggy expanse of the streets, you saw the silver, black and neon lit edifice of the fortunate son awaiting you, briefly inhaled the inviting smells of purified air and barbequed meats of varying authenticity as the doors briefly opened to let out a very satisfied looking orc...and heard classical country music and cartoon openings from deep inside of it. None of you knew why a gunstore would need to be attached to a department store or have a 3 star restaurant, and honestly; by the time you saw the pictures of this place, the fact that you needed to reserve a table paled in comparison to the fact that you were about to enter a very large revolver.

Alan's checkup results Alan's response to Rachel

Richard B. Spencer just wants to live a quiet life Nu editor, bad.

Alan's Extraordinary Affair: Endergoop Battlers Neo Alloy Printer Creation

To Law it would seem as if there was a slightly red gleam in the eyes of Alan's mask as he suggested, "Well then, if you don't mind a caveman prodding away at your printer, I think I could help you out with that, I am a programmer after all, and I'm willing to bet that my datajack allows me to interface with a machine's programming more directly than that staff of yours. Unless of course, you're confident enough in your own ability to program your teleporter into not marking nearby people's hair as a valid source of raw materials."

Alan instinctively reaches for the top of his head to examine it for any missing hairs the moment Law mentions his printer's 'minor' defect, and he leans in a little as he says, "Do you know if it's a hardware or a software defect yet? Because that might cause problems down the line, especially if you're printing something as delicate as a circuitboard."

"No they do not," Alan flatly said as he immediately picked the cyberdecks up, cracking one open to inspect it's contents as he copies over an image of his usual OS to the other, finding himself a little shocked when he quickly finds out that not only does he have no idea what the mascot used to make these things work, but that the other one seems to be wholly compatible with his OS despite it's...alien design. "Interesting, I wasn't expecting it to work in the first place but however you made these, they seem to be virtually indistinguishable from my cyberdeck for the only thing that counts, of course I have no idea if this would even work with anything else I have, but still, that's quite an impressive little tool you have there."

"Well now that I have a lot of free time and can't bum off of the Avenger's automated production system anymore I was thinking of working on one, also we have those in my world, they're called a 3D printer, why do you even need one if you have matter assembling nanobots anyway?," Alan asks as he scans his memories to find that one not at all complete idea/blueprint he had in mind for one.

Alan simply stands in place as the DOOMBOT moved over to try pick it up and move it closer to it's master for further inspection, "Well, I wouldn't call that cute no. Although it does make me think, if you had 'superior nano and zeptotech' why are you still assembling anything with your own hands? And uh, as impressive as I think this gun is, I'm surprised that you haven't added any wheels or tracks to aim it with." "Do you task your nanobots to help you lift it? Or reform it to places where it can get a clear shot?."

Alan lets out a slight chuckle as he saw Law try his best to seem outraged and indignant, and he waited for just a bit before he jokingly replied with "You say that, but what I hear is that you spent a looong time making small and cute robots to make yourself seem more adorable, not that I'm judging of course, you do you." The last of Alan's drones shuffle into the room, with one of them floating up to a corner of it to get a better vantage point to record the proceedings from.

"Oh, you can speak! I wonder who took the time to do that to you, were you part of someone's experiment or something li-Law?." Alan said as he took a couple of steps forward, causing the sound of a myriad of metallic feet to be heard as well as some of his more portable drones follow after him. "And uh, I don't remember having met you before, you can call me Alan by the way, used to go by 'Radbot' as well, and as you can see I do most of my work with drones and computers."

Law quickly finds himself quite literally bumping into what appears to be a very well dressed clown in his desperate dash to head outside of the room, causing the man to look down at the very small furry....creature and exclaim, "Oh hey there little guy! I didn't know that we had a mascot already."

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Alan's Form Jun (I'll do it later)

The woman waited for a while to see if anyone else had a question to ask; idly typing something on her sofa's arms on an unseen screen, before she tilted her head slightly to the left, and cleared her throat to say, "You are....correct unfortunately, outside of the Matrix one might be able to take a couple of pot shots at you or take control over the automated defense system, maybe even mess with the doors or the way a room is arranged, but inside of the matrix? Trawl around sites in the matrix long enough and you'll hear stories about some punk kid with a piece of drek cyberdeck hacking into a corp's system on a dare, getting discovered by some overzealous wageslave, and 'accidentally' frying their deck and brain on their way out; of course sometimes it's the other way around, and they'll add in a bit about some poor janitor finding the punk's body inside a maintenance closet or a bathroom just to mess with you." The woman lets out a slight sigh before she moved on to say, "Of course the truth is you while you can die in the Matrix, and there are programs and intrusion countermeasures that'll try and kill you, they're not inescapable in a regular system, and let me tell you, they're a lot easier to handle when you have direct control over how your avatar moves, and in the end of the day, you're just making them switch from actual guns to virtual ones...except they might also have grenades or fireballs or what have you." The woman took a deep breath for a brief moment, as if to let her statement sink in before she continued with, "They're not going to suddenly become invincible deities once you jack into the Matrix, especially not in an Ultraviolet system, everything that worked against them in real life should still work once you're inside, and they're still mostly bound by the same rules the Ultraviolet Host imposes on you, so you know...just act the way you would in a gunfight and avoid getting booted out of the system like your life depended on it, because it does." She turned slightly to face Navin as she immediately segued into saying, "And as for your question, my programs are there to do just about everything, in the end of the day all of you will still be inside of a computer after all, what would you do if you didn't have an OS that could interface with such a powerful system? Or a nice set of offensive programs to tell the system that each and every single one of your blows is meant to fry the other decker? The system will accept you pulling out a gun and shooting it as a command, but you still need to tell the system what pulling the trigger does."

"Can't see anything wrong with that idea, might as well take away her one advantage , Sableye! Wait until Suzie attacks with her Rock Tomb, and then do whatever it takes to destroy the girl's A-Comm with your Feint Attack!," Radovan stated as he tried to point as directly at his Sableye's target.

"As long as we avoid the village unless it is absolutely necessary, I think it would be wisest to head left and get ourselves some proper equipment, I'm sure that none of us wants toget in close to handle a super strong zombie when we could have just shot it from across the room," Edward said as he followed behind everyone else, making sure to double check each corner they pass through and being ready to bash the brains out of any infected before they can try to clever girl anyone.

Upon sighting his companion's transformation; Edward could do nothing but sit and stare for a moment as the changes took full effect, and he took the time to listen to the man's wild exclamations before he himself stated, "...right, well your increased strength should go hand in hand with your hand to hand skills, and if you want my guess? Your heroine took pride in her appearance as well as her skill with the sword; I think she'll suit you just fine." Edward took a deep breath before he stood up and walked towards the badly abused door, "And it's good that you're used to wearing a dress, with all the ruckus we've been making? You'll be fighting in them soon." He had a slight smile on his face as he stepped beside the door and quietly said, "But look on the bright side, you're still Poncio the hero, not Poncio the dog armed" He tried to speak just loudly enough to allow everyone else to hear him as he said, "Now does anyone still have any questions for the commander? Or can we start making tracks now?."

Edward did a final once over before he sat down on the nearest bed and said, "Well, it wouldn't hurt if we waited until everyone else got ready and gotten debriefed about their new powers first, your powers might be simple and straightforward in nature, but I'm pretty sure that Danielle wouldn't mind learning more about how he's supposed to help out as a pony, never mind what some of the others got." He did some light stretches to keep himself limber for what he presumed would be an extremely physically strenuous mission before he continued with, "And if I may, I'd like to ask about just how long the lung therapy's going to last, wouldn't want to suddenly drop while I'm knee deep in the dead after all."