Technological Solutions
18th of December 2006 A.D.
No sooner had you made the issue known to the engineers of the City of Law where the weapons were made that Logistician of the Unstopable Company himself seeks an audience with you, seeming to take personal offense that the weapons his factories provided could be so easily defeated.
That is how Harry came to stand on a steel chamber with weapons and other devices set upon a steel table, the walls covered with pipes and valves ringed with runes of power all of which flow to a rectangular cut out that leads into the observation room.
"Weird door," he mutters as he gets into the machine though the gap. A moment later it whirs to life ad though that gap flows a crude oil drawn from the hallowed well of the attending spirit. It does not spill or drip held in place by techno-sorcerous pact.
"What the...?" you hear muffled from the other side. You are not sure what Harry sees, but from this angle the sheet of crude ripples with rainbow colors then turns transparent,
more than transparent, lending the elemental's own charmed sight to observers. A spiderweb of greenish light runs though the brass of the weapons, though it is far outshone by the wizard himself. One might, feeling poetic call the patterns of light and darkness in Harry's aura a starry sky, personally you think it is more like a fireworks display slowly orbiting around a central point.
"OK do your thing." you call into the microphone.
For the next hour and a half all of you watch in silence as the lights of Harry's aura organize into ad-hoc geometries dizzying in their complexity and yet so very simple in intent, to create within their lattice a program akin to the one the devices hold, with one subtle alteration, one fatal flaw then presses it home rippling though the stack.
"It's because they are the same," you muse aloud.
Somehow the glass and steel gaze of Ancient Luc grows even colder as he looks over the results. He whirs: "Initiating Outcome Alternating Subroutines. Clear!" Everyone around him takes a step back including you, not being such a fool as to ignore safety warnings. A moment later he continues: "Using flaw in serialized production," he confirms your earlier thought. "Capacity to make changes without specialized tools prodigious. Instinctive understanding of High Code 5505. Programing alteration insufficient to resolve vulnerability. Searching for potential hardware blueprints.
Nul Result."
Now he sounds outright offended.
"New blueprints could be designed, new assembly machines set up," a blue-capped seta engineseer says with a squish-shrug of his tendrils. "It would take three moonturns, four perhaps."
"Perhaps?" the Exarch asks, his voice dangerously low.
"Spot estimation," the technician says, seeming to wilt away from his many-eyed gaze.
Before the conversation can continue you raise a hand. "Maybe I can come up with something."
"Query: Outcome Altering Subroutines?" Elder Luc Asks.
What does Molly reply?
[] Sure, Ancient Luc will use Outcome Altering Subrutines (Fortune ●●): +2 Dice to INT+Technology roll; a botch manifest as a curse of like severity lasting several weeks
[] Get the most powerful fortune-weaver in the city (Fortune ●●●●) in here, you will get those designs done today +4 Dice. Impact of a botch would linger and require dispelling
[] No thanks, you will deal with it
[] Write in
OOC: So... Ancient Luc has fortune, he is not the best at it but it is decent enough to use and as I was rolling it occured to me that you could just get someone with Fortune 4 in here and push that design though if you are willing to take the risk.