Ridiculously Average Guy
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I don't suppose we can turn the car into a robot?
Panopticon: A Game of Posthumans, Perniciousness, Paranoia, Politics, and Plasmaguns
...We're trying to avoid taking paradox and make our enemies do so. If that wasn't the case, we probably could. It might be an idea of how to get through the fighting part of "fight them enough to break the jamming and teleport out", which is the vulgar option.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
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We could call Mari, and see if she can fiddle with a MatTrans to get a machine to our location.
Ridiculously Average Guy
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We really need to get Henriette an Ironman Suitcase or something.
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Antoinette: "Well-"
Henriette: "No."
Antoinette: "You know, you really need to unwind a bit."
Henriette: "Well, as much as I would like to take a long vacation, I've been kind of really fucking busy! I bet the last few months were relaxing for you!"
Antoinette: "It's been pretty great, actually! I've been on four field ops since that one, people actually respect me now, and I've got the Void Engineers using my armour! Oh, and I got a promotion."
Henriette: *gnashing teeth* "Enough! I don't want to hear anymore! Next you'll say that it's been more than a week since the last time you were in a life threatening situation!"
Antoinette: "Well, I wasn't going to say that, but I guess? The last time I was out in the field was three weeks ago, and even that wasn't a particularly dangerous operation. Just what have you been doing?"
Henriette: "Why is the world so unfair?!"
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Something like the Red Button on the MIB car might be better.
Well, mhmm, she can probably drop a satellite tail by driving evasively, because breaking line of sight works against satellites. Get a nice thick concrete roof between you and the satellite, take an unexpected route, change the colour of your car's roof, and you're golden.
But that's not relevant right now. Because right now we have two Iterators in a car with computers in their brains, and they can take the maps of Tokyo, population-density markers, and devise an optimal route that uses shortcuts and backstreets to reduce the risk of being traced or caught on media. When you combine that with a virus introduced to Tokyo's cellphone network that'll cause issues with the drivers for camera software that'll require a restart for the device to clear, that'll substantially reduce the risk of being caught.
Aleph
Princess of Stabbity
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Or blue or red or silver, as the case may be.
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Henriette is so relieved this isn't a Syndicate vehicle.
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I'd like some formal votes here so I know roughly what people want Jane and Henriette to do here.
Just to note that all the votes are more or less viable, although the complications they bring up are generally different.
Just to note that all the votes are more or less viable, although the complications they bring up are generally different.
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I'm still fine with 'Call in heavier Union support and shoot back', though I can accept 'scram their cars and book it, deal with whatever they've got left' since that effectively achieves the same end because we're running at max speed for just such heavy Union facilities that we'd be calling for help anyhow. This is a threat aimed at dealing with an unprepared and lightly armed Major Clarent and Henriette, so they're not likely to be as effective as they want to be against our heroines if we can pull things into a heavier fight than they're ready for.
And the fundamental problem there, as I see it, is that our real enemy is embedded in the Technocracy itself and has a considerable risk of pulling a Moscow Mk 2 [1] with whatever Progenitor assets he can deploy to support fellow Technocrats being attacked by vile RDs. And considering that he planned this attack, there's a good chance he has such "helpers" on standby. Sure, they'll attack the RDs, but alas, friendly fire led to injury of the friendly units. Fortunately they got them to Progenitor healthcare ASAP, etc etc brainwashing etc.
I'd rather face NK RDs who are having to eat paradox to keep up and are constrained by being in hostile paradigm territory than fresh Technocratic units with orders to cause an... incident.
[1] That is, the bit just at the start with the ARC attacking the command vehicle.
Aleph
Princess of Stabbity
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Yeah, I'm with 'Doxing them. At least partly because we chose to do this the hard-and-fast way to cut Gregor's plans off at the neck, and the best way to accomplish that is to commit to it rather than backtracking or trying to call in dubious reinforcements that may or may not arrive in time.
[X] Take out their vehicles again and take the direct route. Useful, unless some of them can teleport.
[X] Take out their vehicles again and take the direct route. Useful, unless some of them can teleport.
ckk185
Crazy Bunny Girl Scientist
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[X] Take out their vehicles again and take the direct route. Useful, unless some of them can teleport.
Yea. I agree with the line of logic. Plus, we are fast and headed towards friendly assets anyway.
The more havoc we raise, the more likely they are to respond.
Yea. I agree with the line of logic. Plus, we are fast and headed towards friendly assets anyway.
The more havoc we raise, the more likely they are to respond.
[X] Take out their vehicles again and take the direct route. Useful, unless some of them can teleport.
Update CXCVIII: Last Rites
JB CXCVIII: Last Rites
15 minutes evading North Korean commandos, Henriette thinks, is going to be much easier if they lack any vehicle of their own. They might be able to pull off some kind of Reality Deviant bullshit, like running as fast as her sportscar, but it'll distract them, make them easier to deal with. And then she'll only have to deal with the stupid cyber-meme thing, which is much, much easier.
"Major. Can you eliminate their vehicles?" Henriette asks. "I'll do my best to provide you with a stable firing platform." Easier said than done, with a seemingly limitless rain of grenades flying in their direction from seemingly fearless North Koreans. Their movements are millimeter-precise and repeating endlessly, and they manage an utterly inhuman sustained rate of fire-helped, no doubt, by their access to nigh-infinite ammunition. It'll be a challenge simultaneously evading shaped-charge weapons which can breach the car's armor while maintaining a route that allows Major Clarent a good shot. She starts plotting out her desired route-something fast, one which takes her through side roads and away from large concentrations of people, planning out specific unpredictable points in the route to take shots at the opposition. She hopes that'll be enough, and sends it to Major Clarent.
Major Clarent gives a fractional nod, enough acknowledgement of the plan. For her, something like this is second nature. She's more at-ease in these situations than she was when she was hiding in a club, using an endless number of social aids to avoid social faux pas. Giving orders, talking about battlefield situations? She's in her element there. In a way, she doesn't mind this situation. Intellectually, she knows it isn't an optimal time to go to war, and that Sleeper intransigence is pushing heavily for this inevitable conflict, which will require the Technocracy to lead the charge. But she also knows that she was designed for this kind of conflict-open warfare, rather than social maneuvering.
She calmly reloads as fire whips around her, shattering as it impacts her getaway car. She's invested in windows that can open and shut in eyeblinks-useful tools when they're armored-and their edges are reinforced and sharpened so anyone who tries to reach through them uninvited can get a dangerous surprise-and even as rounds plink off of the vehicle she ignores them. They won't get through-she's running multiple threat trackers, and moves to distract them when they're doing something dangerous. It's a few seconds to the first firing point, and she aims out the window as Henriette puts the car into a tight turn, giving her a good head-on shot. The North Korean commandos are ready for her.
They're pulling out the stops, she thinks, as one of them targets her. Taking this fight seriously. So there's their weapon. "Dragonslayers." Bows so strong even Olympians couldn't draw them. The North Korean commando wielding it-a brother to the driver, she thinks-opens the door, leans out as the weapon unfolds. This one is a high-tech compound bow, unremarkable in appearance except for the impossible strength of its materials. She's used something like that before for assassinations-loaded with extra repair nanopaste and high-density fuel cells, wielding a specially designed bow with hyperdense arrows because enemy territory limited the effects of gunpowder. Theirs is probably even deadlier, and her RDID programs note that arrows with the engravings and design she's looking at are what you use against tanks.
She takes a guess. She'll have to hope he can't draw and fire a second one rapidly enough. She shifts her target. The commando lets loose. A high-velocity armor piercing round and a mystic arrow patterned after one used, apocryphally, by a war-god to slay a dragon. She's not sure what that'll do to her car, but she hopes they mean the lesser EDEs that the Shock Corps occasionally helps the NSC with-not the rumored greater ones that still exist in space, the ones which you need Void Engineer warships to fight. That kind of firepower isn't something any sane person-not even a full cyborg designed and dedicated to combat-is capable of fighting. The bullet hits-its hard, metamaterial core shattering, but pushing the projectile aside, where it tears through concrete and metal and earth until it comes to a stop. Even as she watches the slow-motion ballet of ballistic interaction, she's focusing on the commando's actions.
He's been moving to draw and renock his bow even before he's seen the hit. He's fast, dangerously fast. But North Korean special forces have always been like that. They exchange fire again-she resights on him as he fires a shot that-very luckily-goes right through the passenger compartment, through both layers of armor with zero speed loss. Hers is slightly more on target-She hits the engine block and tire of the sportscar and grimly looks on as the archer is flung out of the compartment, hitting the side of the highway in a bone-breaking crack while the vehicle's engine self-destructs, tearing itself apart along with the vehicle. She thinks it'll take him out for a while, especially since she's gotten a glimpse of his tattoos, which look burned on. Reality Deviant hubris, Major Clarent notes. She doesn't think it's enough for a permanent elimination. But they're no longer a threat.
The second chase car takes advantage of the distraction to almost ram them off the road-but Henriette, Clarent notes approvingly, is a good driver. Her demeanor is still nervous, worried-afraid of death-but she's managing to hold herself together. "You're doing fine." Major Clarent says to her quietly, and Henriette manages a weak smile even as her hands have a death-grip on the steering wheel. "We'll get there." Soon an opportunity comes to deal with that second commandeered sportscar-they take a harsh curve off the highway, and Clarent takes the opportunity to empty the magazine into the other car. She doesn't care what she's hit, but it swerves away and flips off of the divider.
Henriette is sweating bullets. Major Clarent is unworried. "Now all we need to deal with are whatever subvertees the cybermeme has created. Find and subdue one." They stop a kilometer out, finding one of the eyes the thing thinks is invisible. He's a man in his 40s, and tries to run when Major Clarent approaches him. A mistake-she can sustain pursuit speeds faster than an Olympic sprinter and in short bursts she can manage to outrun a car. Something in his body breaks when she slams him into the ground roughly. She searches him for weapons via a through once-over using her augmented vision, and shoves him into the back of the car, handcuffed and bound and gagged. "Let's go."
15 minutes evading North Korean commandos, Henriette thinks, is going to be much easier if they lack any vehicle of their own. They might be able to pull off some kind of Reality Deviant bullshit, like running as fast as her sportscar, but it'll distract them, make them easier to deal with. And then she'll only have to deal with the stupid cyber-meme thing, which is much, much easier.
"Major. Can you eliminate their vehicles?" Henriette asks. "I'll do my best to provide you with a stable firing platform." Easier said than done, with a seemingly limitless rain of grenades flying in their direction from seemingly fearless North Koreans. Their movements are millimeter-precise and repeating endlessly, and they manage an utterly inhuman sustained rate of fire-helped, no doubt, by their access to nigh-infinite ammunition. It'll be a challenge simultaneously evading shaped-charge weapons which can breach the car's armor while maintaining a route that allows Major Clarent a good shot. She starts plotting out her desired route-something fast, one which takes her through side roads and away from large concentrations of people, planning out specific unpredictable points in the route to take shots at the opposition. She hopes that'll be enough, and sends it to Major Clarent.
Major Clarent gives a fractional nod, enough acknowledgement of the plan. For her, something like this is second nature. She's more at-ease in these situations than she was when she was hiding in a club, using an endless number of social aids to avoid social faux pas. Giving orders, talking about battlefield situations? She's in her element there. In a way, she doesn't mind this situation. Intellectually, she knows it isn't an optimal time to go to war, and that Sleeper intransigence is pushing heavily for this inevitable conflict, which will require the Technocracy to lead the charge. But she also knows that she was designed for this kind of conflict-open warfare, rather than social maneuvering.
She calmly reloads as fire whips around her, shattering as it impacts her getaway car. She's invested in windows that can open and shut in eyeblinks-useful tools when they're armored-and their edges are reinforced and sharpened so anyone who tries to reach through them uninvited can get a dangerous surprise-and even as rounds plink off of the vehicle she ignores them. They won't get through-she's running multiple threat trackers, and moves to distract them when they're doing something dangerous. It's a few seconds to the first firing point, and she aims out the window as Henriette puts the car into a tight turn, giving her a good head-on shot. The North Korean commandos are ready for her.
They're pulling out the stops, she thinks, as one of them targets her. Taking this fight seriously. So there's their weapon. "Dragonslayers." Bows so strong even Olympians couldn't draw them. The North Korean commando wielding it-a brother to the driver, she thinks-opens the door, leans out as the weapon unfolds. This one is a high-tech compound bow, unremarkable in appearance except for the impossible strength of its materials. She's used something like that before for assassinations-loaded with extra repair nanopaste and high-density fuel cells, wielding a specially designed bow with hyperdense arrows because enemy territory limited the effects of gunpowder. Theirs is probably even deadlier, and her RDID programs note that arrows with the engravings and design she's looking at are what you use against tanks.
She takes a guess. She'll have to hope he can't draw and fire a second one rapidly enough. She shifts her target. The commando lets loose. A high-velocity armor piercing round and a mystic arrow patterned after one used, apocryphally, by a war-god to slay a dragon. She's not sure what that'll do to her car, but she hopes they mean the lesser EDEs that the Shock Corps occasionally helps the NSC with-not the rumored greater ones that still exist in space, the ones which you need Void Engineer warships to fight. That kind of firepower isn't something any sane person-not even a full cyborg designed and dedicated to combat-is capable of fighting. The bullet hits-its hard, metamaterial core shattering, but pushing the projectile aside, where it tears through concrete and metal and earth until it comes to a stop. Even as she watches the slow-motion ballet of ballistic interaction, she's focusing on the commando's actions.
He's been moving to draw and renock his bow even before he's seen the hit. He's fast, dangerously fast. But North Korean special forces have always been like that. They exchange fire again-she resights on him as he fires a shot that-very luckily-goes right through the passenger compartment, through both layers of armor with zero speed loss. Hers is slightly more on target-She hits the engine block and tire of the sportscar and grimly looks on as the archer is flung out of the compartment, hitting the side of the highway in a bone-breaking crack while the vehicle's engine self-destructs, tearing itself apart along with the vehicle. She thinks it'll take him out for a while, especially since she's gotten a glimpse of his tattoos, which look burned on. Reality Deviant hubris, Major Clarent notes. She doesn't think it's enough for a permanent elimination. But they're no longer a threat.
The second chase car takes advantage of the distraction to almost ram them off the road-but Henriette, Clarent notes approvingly, is a good driver. Her demeanor is still nervous, worried-afraid of death-but she's managing to hold herself together. "You're doing fine." Major Clarent says to her quietly, and Henriette manages a weak smile even as her hands have a death-grip on the steering wheel. "We'll get there." Soon an opportunity comes to deal with that second commandeered sportscar-they take a harsh curve off the highway, and Clarent takes the opportunity to empty the magazine into the other car. She doesn't care what she's hit, but it swerves away and flips off of the divider.
Henriette is sweating bullets. Major Clarent is unworried. "Now all we need to deal with are whatever subvertees the cybermeme has created. Find and subdue one." They stop a kilometer out, finding one of the eyes the thing thinks is invisible. He's a man in his 40s, and tries to run when Major Clarent approaches him. A mistake-she can sustain pursuit speeds faster than an Olympic sprinter and in short bursts she can manage to outrun a car. Something in his body breaks when she slams him into the ground roughly. She searches him for weapons via a through once-over using her augmented vision, and shoves him into the back of the car, handcuffed and bound and gagged. "Let's go."
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There's a massive force of multinational military personnel at Yokohama, but no infected. Probably because they'd be detectable, so close to the Technocracy. Most of the ships are American or European-but some of them are ships registered to no country, using smart materials and electronic camouflage to disguise their presence. She heads to one of them, relying on her electronics mastery to fake authorization to go through the military cordon. One of those ships-the Union assault cruiser Antaeus-an old design, but still more heavily armed than a battleship and with a deadlier air wing than an American supercarrier-is her goal. The holographic disguise around it makes it look like any other Aegis cruiser, but with her enhanced eyesight and ADEI overlay, she can see its sleeker, stealthier true form underneath. A primium-doped nanocomposite hull, stubby semi-retractable railguns and smart missile launchers, and several laser turrets stare at her from underneath the false image.
If they've guessed wrong-she's going to die. She realizes that she's been holding her breath for several seconds before finally relaxing. If they had wanted to kill her-she'd be dead already.
The guards protecting it look like normal humans, but the resemblance is skin-deep as well. They're Ragnarok Command through and through, showing up on thermal and other imaging too brightly to be baseline human. Some of them are probably cyborgs. Others are ex-Progenitor constructs-Vanessas or similar combat clones. There's a lot of them for some reason. "Major Clarent." They salute. "Lieutenant Langley. Your presence here is... unexpected. Who's the prisoner?"
Major Clarent doesn't miss a beat here. "Classified. I need access to the medical bay and to several neurology experts to deal with a memetic weapon." The soldiers nod, not willing to ask further questions than that. They give her directions into the bowels of Antaeus, to take her prisoner there and see what can be done.
If they've guessed wrong-she's going to die. She realizes that she's been holding her breath for several seconds before finally relaxing. If they had wanted to kill her-she'd be dead already.
The guards protecting it look like normal humans, but the resemblance is skin-deep as well. They're Ragnarok Command through and through, showing up on thermal and other imaging too brightly to be baseline human. Some of them are probably cyborgs. Others are ex-Progenitor constructs-Vanessas or similar combat clones. There's a lot of them for some reason. "Major Clarent." They salute. "Lieutenant Langley. Your presence here is... unexpected. Who's the prisoner?"
Major Clarent doesn't miss a beat here. "Classified. I need access to the medical bay and to several neurology experts to deal with a memetic weapon." The soldiers nod, not willing to ask further questions than that. They give her directions into the bowels of Antaeus, to take her prisoner there and see what can be done.
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While Major Clarent deals with her prisoner, Henriette is stuck being debriefed by a Ragnarok Command combat cyborg in a suit about what happened, and why she was targeted by the North Koreans and the memetic weapon. She sticks with the same things she told Major Clarent-the entire point of this excursion, after all, was to force Gregor Leon to stop playing in the shadows and start having to commit to something. She can't break down a threat-in-being, but when that threat becomes an actual thing, she can do much, much better. And she's going to be asked under scan, which means she can't lie. The BLO might trick a normal human-but not a cyborg with interrogation enhancement software, nor the scanners in the debriefing room. So she tells enough of the truth. Of what she thinks. She makes a story out of the facts she has. She almost wishes that she had been interrogated instead of Rose back in LA. Maybe then she'd be less nervous.
She sells it as best as she can. Dr. Leon has the motivation to do this-he needed Serafina on-side, to take his political stance. He's making a power play against Professor Li. He needs her research. He wants control of EXEMPLAR. The evidence they've recovered demonstrates it. He has the opportunity-he might be working with the MUSCOVITES. He might be wanting to leave. He might even be Nephandic. She goes through all the evidence she's gathered-not giving him any opportunity to ask about why or who authorized this. She doesn't want that.
She hopes it's enough.
She sells it as best as she can. Dr. Leon has the motivation to do this-he needed Serafina on-side, to take his political stance. He's making a power play against Professor Li. He needs her research. He wants control of EXEMPLAR. The evidence they've recovered demonstrates it. He has the opportunity-he might be working with the MUSCOVITES. He might be wanting to leave. He might even be Nephandic. She goes through all the evidence she's gathered-not giving him any opportunity to ask about why or who authorized this. She doesn't want that.
She hopes it's enough.
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Gregor Leon watches, through one of his cloned servitor-selves, as the EDE shows signs of hostile infiltration. So Major Clarent has survived-and turned the tool against her. He gives his modified clone a quick order-and the massive brute of a man grabs the Bob's head and crushes it like an eggshell. Hopefully that will buy him some time. But his resources were insufficient to achieve the goal. And so he will have to make sacrifices. Gregor Leon has, with his failure, bought himself a woefully insufficient amount of time. His goal here was to reembody Control. Create the deus ex machina that the exhumans which were once part of the Union needed. To reembody them. The goal the exhumans could not accomplish themselves, because they were so disunited. To recreate Control-to seize, again, their humanity and their mandate. EXEMPLAR IV. Dr. Leon wonders how much of the entire project was manipulated by the whispers and subtle nudges of Panopticon and Control. Certainly, the project seemed to be following a logical progression, from exceptional humans to superhuman beings of legend, to... what many Technocrats would almost worship as gods.
His latest magnum opus is based off of new tech-everything in EXEMPLAR III-but also some old tech. A prior project, one which was largely an accidental creation-a clone of a traitor to the Traditions and an aid to the Order of Reason. A lot of its traits are unnecessary here-but whatever it was could house the kinds of complexity that the new gods Control has become could make use of. Instead of maddened fragments of no-longer-men driven by goals which are now instinct, EXEMPLAR IV would allow them control. Bodies as physically perfect as could be built-their immense intellectual capacity augmented by equal physical capacity. But he won't be able to manage that. He's going to have to make sacrifices to bring a few units operational. After all, he signed a contract with the Residents-and they know quite a bit about breach of contract.
His latest magnum opus is based off of new tech-everything in EXEMPLAR III-but also some old tech. A prior project, one which was largely an accidental creation-a clone of a traitor to the Traditions and an aid to the Order of Reason. A lot of its traits are unnecessary here-but whatever it was could house the kinds of complexity that the new gods Control has become could make use of. Instead of maddened fragments of no-longer-men driven by goals which are now instinct, EXEMPLAR IV would allow them control. Bodies as physically perfect as could be built-their immense intellectual capacity augmented by equal physical capacity. But he won't be able to manage that. He's going to have to make sacrifices to bring a few units operational. After all, he signed a contract with the Residents-and they know quite a bit about breach of contract.
What happens with Henriette?
Here's a chance to choose a plot development that's good for you. Write-ins and debate are not just encouraged-they're probably a good idea. If you have some really good write-ins and ideas on how to mesh them together, I might even give you two!
[ ] The interrogator refers to Ethical Compliance-and Cross has been coming to similar conclusions to you. Professor Li wants to talk-and so do Mr. and Mrs. Rosario, who know where Serafina is.
[ ] The interrogator doesn't believe Henriette-but is called by General Starborn about the whole thing. Seems like Kessler and IBM have been doing a lot more talking.
[ ] Task Force TYRANT is vouching for you-and with them Bastion and Jamelia.
[ ] The interrogator thinks Henriette is crazy. Admiral Ivanova does not. Jamelia's behind-the-scenes work and Bastion's acceptance might have something to do with this too.
Rush Production
So. The Avatar Doom Timer has been delayed significantly. Unfortunately, Rose needs to confront her figurative demons, and the best way to do that is for her to confront her literal demons with the help of Reina and her chance to repudiate what Control has become-and maybe accept some of Thorn's lessons in the process. Dr. Leon is making huge sacrifices to bring these units online, and these sacrifices are (choose 3). Please note that they will probably have some level of pseudo Sphere magic, because they're extrusions of the Control-Incarna.:
[ ] The original plan was to make them nearly invincible-using the same protomatter as the ASE and the same preternatural toughness several of the EXEMPLAR Is and IIs have. Unfortunately, he can't manage that and will have to make do with mere high-end combat construct toughness.
[ ] Like a few of the EXEMPLAR IIs and the ASE, EXEMPLAR IV was supposed to be fast. So fast they might as well have tactical teleportation and an immensely accelerated timeframe. Unfortunately, they're going to have to rely on merely superhuman agility and speed instead.
[ ] The extradimensional myofibrils which he harvested and reverse-engineered from the ASE are a no-go. The EXEMPLAR IV will be strong, but not "beat a tank to death with its own turret" strong.
[ ] The ASE's internal weapons and defenses were not capable of being duplicated in time for his rush production. They'll have to rely on, you know. Guns. And armor. And their own personal skill, rather than projecting forcefields of death.
[ ] The EXEMPLAR IVs were supposed to have Primium-infused bones and a broad-spectrum shield against reality deviance and technocratic procedures. Rush jobs mean they're closer to Rose or Vanessas in innate countermagic than to the Anathema.
[ ] The regeneration tech that Rose and combat homonculi have didn't play well with the chimeric construction of the EXEMPLAR IV. They heal with accelerated speed, but only moderately faster than humans.
[ ] He hasn't had time to integrate the instinct package to manage the senses of the EXEMPLAR IV. It will only have human-equivalent senses.
Here's a chance to choose a plot development that's good for you. Write-ins and debate are not just encouraged-they're probably a good idea. If you have some really good write-ins and ideas on how to mesh them together, I might even give you two!
[ ] The interrogator refers to Ethical Compliance-and Cross has been coming to similar conclusions to you. Professor Li wants to talk-and so do Mr. and Mrs. Rosario, who know where Serafina is.
[ ] The interrogator doesn't believe Henriette-but is called by General Starborn about the whole thing. Seems like Kessler and IBM have been doing a lot more talking.
[ ] Task Force TYRANT is vouching for you-and with them Bastion and Jamelia.
[ ] The interrogator thinks Henriette is crazy. Admiral Ivanova does not. Jamelia's behind-the-scenes work and Bastion's acceptance might have something to do with this too.
Rush Production
So. The Avatar Doom Timer has been delayed significantly. Unfortunately, Rose needs to confront her figurative demons, and the best way to do that is for her to confront her literal demons with the help of Reina and her chance to repudiate what Control has become-and maybe accept some of Thorn's lessons in the process. Dr. Leon is making huge sacrifices to bring these units online, and these sacrifices are (choose 3). Please note that they will probably have some level of pseudo Sphere magic, because they're extrusions of the Control-Incarna.:
[ ] The original plan was to make them nearly invincible-using the same protomatter as the ASE and the same preternatural toughness several of the EXEMPLAR Is and IIs have. Unfortunately, he can't manage that and will have to make do with mere high-end combat construct toughness.
[ ] Like a few of the EXEMPLAR IIs and the ASE, EXEMPLAR IV was supposed to be fast. So fast they might as well have tactical teleportation and an immensely accelerated timeframe. Unfortunately, they're going to have to rely on merely superhuman agility and speed instead.
[ ] The extradimensional myofibrils which he harvested and reverse-engineered from the ASE are a no-go. The EXEMPLAR IV will be strong, but not "beat a tank to death with its own turret" strong.
[ ] The ASE's internal weapons and defenses were not capable of being duplicated in time for his rush production. They'll have to rely on, you know. Guns. And armor. And their own personal skill, rather than projecting forcefields of death.
[ ] The EXEMPLAR IVs were supposed to have Primium-infused bones and a broad-spectrum shield against reality deviance and technocratic procedures. Rush jobs mean they're closer to Rose or Vanessas in innate countermagic than to the Anathema.
[ ] The regeneration tech that Rose and combat homonculi have didn't play well with the chimeric construction of the EXEMPLAR IV. They heal with accelerated speed, but only moderately faster than humans.
[ ] He hasn't had time to integrate the instinct package to manage the senses of the EXEMPLAR IV. It will only have human-equivalent senses.
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Wait, i thought Leon was supposed to be intelligent.
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Well yes, it turns out if the choices are "probably die horribly because the chance of humanity surviving is like, 1 in a million" or "use your phenomenal superhuman intellect and your mastery of neuroscience to write an ironclad contract" the latter gives you a much better chance of not being horribly fucked over.
Of course, this being a cinematic quest, one in a million is a lot larger than it looks, but nobody said he was genre-savvy.
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Good? Good? Henriette is not 'Good'. She's Legen-
Wait for it!
-dary!
Couple of cut off sentences there.
Leon is making a power play against Leon? Umm....
What happens with Henriette?
[ ] The interrogator doesn't believe Henriette-but is called by General Starborn about the whole thing. Seems like Kessler and IBM have been doing a lot more talking.
[ ] The interrogator thinks Henriette is crazy. Admiral Ivanova does not. Jamelia's behind-the-scenes work and Bastion's acceptance might have something to do with this too.
One of these two, or both, ideally. This gives us Ragnarok Command and the Void Engineers, both of which will already be fully read-in on Threat Null. Professor Li and Serafina's parents won't be, and the TYRANTS, while also aware, won't bring as much firepower as RC or VE backing.
Rush Production
[X] The EXEMPLAR IVs were supposed to have Primium-infused bones and a broad-spectrum shield against reality deviance and technocratic procedures. Rush jobs mean they're closer to Rose or Vanessas in innate countermagic than to the Anathema.
[X] Like a few of the EXEMPLAR IIs and the ASE, EXEMPLAR IV was supposed to be fast. So fast they might as well have tactical teleportation and an immensely accelerated timeframe. Unfortunately, they're going to have to rely on merely superhuman agility and speed instead.
[X] He hasn't had time to integrate the instinct package to manage the senses of the EXEMPLAR IV. It will only have human-equivalent senses.
Dulled senses, slowed speed, and cut down on that bloody countermagic.
EXEMPLAR IV, dude. Near-gods. Beings beyond even the Legendary Heroes of EXEMPLAR II and the even greater tries of EXEMPLAR III.
He probably thinks he's smart enough to out-lawyer them or be the one guy smart enough to beat them. He might even be right: Being a Evil Space Ghost means you're fairly insane to start with.
See?Well yes, it turns out if the choices are "probably die horribly because the chance of humanity surviving is like, 1 in a million" or "use your phenomenal superhuman intellect and your mastery of neuroscience to write an ironclad contract" the latter gives you a much better chance of not being horribly fucked over.
Of course, this being a cinematic quest, one in a million is a lot larger than it looks, but nobody said he was genre-savvy.
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ckk185
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The examplars are biological in nature, more so that DC and seramom and seradad could get some information on the components of them.
I wouldn't count them out as useless.
I would also rather not have them move around like they are teleporting. I mean. Like this we could probably hurt them. But odds are they can hurt us even worse.
I wouldn't count them out as useless.
I would also rather not have them move around like they are teleporting. I mean. Like this we could probably hurt them. But odds are they can hurt us even worse.
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[X] The extradimensional myofibrils which he harvested and reverse-engineered from the ASE are a no-go. The EXEMPLAR IV will be strong, but not "beat a tank to death with its own turret" strong.
[X] The regeneration tech that Rose and combat homonculi have didn't play well with the chimeric construction of the EXEMPLAR IV. They heal with accelerated speed, but only moderately faster than humans.
[X] He hasn't had time to integrate the instinct package to manage the senses of the EXEMPLAR IV. It will only have human-equivalent senses.
Countermagic is way more useful than brute strenght. Specially when you can just proyect "forcefields of death".
[X] The regeneration tech that Rose and combat homonculi have didn't play well with the chimeric construction of the EXEMPLAR IV. They heal with accelerated speed, but only moderately faster than humans.
[X] He hasn't had time to integrate the instinct package to manage the senses of the EXEMPLAR IV. It will only have human-equivalent senses.
Countermagic is way more useful than brute strenght. Specially when you can just proyect "forcefields of death".
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ckk185
Crazy Bunny Girl Scientist
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Thats why we don't want the avatars to have counter magic.