pionoplayer
The Destroyer
- Location
- The end and beginning of all things.
20/40 for spare charge
The last armor plating fades into mist. THe door is open.
The last armor plating fades into mist. THe door is open.
DtG: Destroy the Godmodder (The Broken Masquerade)
- Thread starter DCCCV
- Start date
- IC Action
- Location
- Canada
22/40 Charge 1
2/? Charge 2
While my Voidfire didn't achieve what I believe it would do, the fact that they don't react with one another is good enough for progress.
With my green looking voidfire, I control it to envelop the altered Voidfire. With that done, I extend my senses into my voidfire and prod the altered one to have a DEEPER look as I don't have to be burnt with my medium.
What or who has changed the voidfire to become like this?
2/? Charge 2
While my Voidfire didn't achieve what I believe it would do, the fact that they don't react with one another is good enough for progress.
With my green looking voidfire, I control it to envelop the altered Voidfire. With that done, I extend my senses into my voidfire and prod the altered one to have a DEEPER look as I don't have to be burnt with my medium.
What or who has changed the voidfire to become like this?
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- Location
- 1
5/40
"Thank you, good sir. Blood magic isn't really my forte though- I've certainly practiced it a good deal, having plateaued in my favoured skills long ago, but I honestly prefer perception. it's... much more elegant, I suppose i'd say. versatile, too. "
(these words are not really uttered aloud, since I'm sneiking)
I advance through the ship until I near the command center. then, I raise one hand, which glows brightly (glow neutralized by creation of antiphotons) in a cyan color (only visible if you are located within 4 millimeters of my skin.). tendrils of cyan (again, all light is neutralized) spread from it- four, in fact- and thrust into the walls, giving me a rudimentary touch-sense of the areas they reach. the tendrils are intangible unless I want otherwise, and I use the touch-sense to find all the connections between the helm and the rest of the ship- they have to be physical, or otherwise why pilot from the ship instead of the massive war-fortress-cylinder-collossus- before I use some portal-creation to disconnect them from the ship and expel all those connections into the void. the ship immediately goes inactive, aside from areas with automatic functioning or their own control stations. not for longer then a few moments, though- my cyan tendrils fill the resulting empty space and solidify, acting as middle-men between commands and the rest of the ship. with any luck, this will be assumed a glitch, since nobody knows I'm here, and I'll have control over the ship, while still leading everyone else to believe it's PG (Aside from all players, who i disseminate this information to, so this minelayer, if this works, will display as [AG], act as if PG, but be possible for me to subvert at any time.).
"Thank you, good sir. Blood magic isn't really my forte though- I've certainly practiced it a good deal, having plateaued in my favoured skills long ago, but I honestly prefer perception. it's... much more elegant, I suppose i'd say. versatile, too. "
(these words are not really uttered aloud, since I'm sneiking)
I advance through the ship until I near the command center. then, I raise one hand, which glows brightly (glow neutralized by creation of antiphotons) in a cyan color (only visible if you are located within 4 millimeters of my skin.). tendrils of cyan (again, all light is neutralized) spread from it- four, in fact- and thrust into the walls, giving me a rudimentary touch-sense of the areas they reach. the tendrils are intangible unless I want otherwise, and I use the touch-sense to find all the connections between the helm and the rest of the ship- they have to be physical, or otherwise why pilot from the ship instead of the massive war-fortress-cylinder-collossus- before I use some portal-creation to disconnect them from the ship and expel all those connections into the void. the ship immediately goes inactive, aside from areas with automatic functioning or their own control stations. not for longer then a few moments, though- my cyan tendrils fill the resulting empty space and solidify, acting as middle-men between commands and the rest of the ship. with any luck, this will be assumed a glitch, since nobody knows I'm here, and I'll have control over the ship, while still leading everyone else to believe it's PG (Aside from all players, who i disseminate this information to, so this minelayer, if this works, will display as [AG], act as if PG, but be possible for me to subvert at any time.).
- Location
- Sea of Fragments
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 25/40 installing an auto feeder nonconservative generator so if it becomes a tree no big deal
Check Positive Imaginary Space for anything suspicious too. Is it an expanse of anti-iron? More iron? Voidfire? Weaponized nothingness? World Enforcement? Gotta cover our bases in case the Godmodder's pointing guns at us and we don't even know it.
Check Positive Imaginary Space for anything suspicious too. Is it an expanse of anti-iron? More iron? Voidfire? Weaponized nothingness? World Enforcement? Gotta cover our bases in case the Godmodder's pointing guns at us and we don't even know it.
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- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her
25/40 DRACO (the out of 40 is a formality; I'll launch this on the turn that we can enter the Parallax).
I take out a Von Neumann Grenade and throw it at the Parallax Entrance.
The grenade detonates, creating a stealthy army of nanobots that will steadily eat away at the Entrance until either it is gone or 3 rounds have passed, at which time they will self-destruct. This latter restriction is to prevent them from snowballing, as they will use the consumed material to reproduce and eat faster.
I take out a Von Neumann Grenade and throw it at the Parallax Entrance.
The grenade detonates, creating a stealthy army of nanobots that will steadily eat away at the Entrance until either it is gone or 3 rounds have passed, at which time they will self-destruct. This latter restriction is to prevent them from snowballing, as they will use the consumed material to reproduce and eat faster.
pionoplayer
The Destroyer
- Location
- The end and beginning of all things.
21/40 for charge stuffs
The power of mist fades reality from the view of the sensors, providing the players with more protection as the sensors are slightly of phase with the reality the players are occupying.
The power of mist fades reality from the view of the sensors, providing the players with more protection as the sensors are slightly of phase with the reality the players are occupying.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her
26/40 DRACO
I deploy a Dragon Drone from my Dragon Suit.
The Dragon Drone will play a support role, increasing the effectiveness of the Slugthrower Drones.
I deploy a Dragon Drone from my Dragon Suit.
The Dragon Drone will play a support role, increasing the effectiveness of the Slugthrower Drones.
paradoxdragon
Immersed in Dreams
- Location
- Someplace or another
Charge 20/40
I use the Leftover Void Energies to partially obscure Indiana Jones while I lay Story:Infiltrationist upon him to improve his ability to infiltrate the Parallex
I then ask him to infiltrate the Parallex if possible
I use the Leftover Void Energies to partially obscure Indiana Jones while I lay Story:Infiltrationist upon him to improve his ability to infiltrate the Parallex
I then ask him to infiltrate the Parallex if possible
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- Location
- Not at home
Charge 24/40
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The newly-brought-to-existence creature, nowhere near the peripherals of the Parallax's fleet nor the presence of its "allies" that it's being kept away from, begins making headway in getting used to its body. It flutters in the air and in zero-gravity with its insectoid wings and slithers its snake-half part of the body through available surfaces such as that stray meteor.
It has now learned how to mobilize itself.
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While the destruction of the door is indeed imperative, the same can be said of stealth.
Two asteroids collide, turning heads that are not of allies' away from the general direction of the infiltration. That is all that can be said of that.
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...admittedly enough, that's quite the spectacular show, that collision.
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"It thanks you for your understanding."
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The newly-brought-to-existence creature, nowhere near the peripherals of the Parallax's fleet nor the presence of its "allies" that it's being kept away from, begins making headway in getting used to its body. It flutters in the air and in zero-gravity with its insectoid wings and slithers its snake-half part of the body through available surfaces such as that stray meteor.
It has now learned how to mobilize itself.
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While the destruction of the door is indeed imperative, the same can be said of stealth.
Two asteroids collide, turning heads that are not of allies' away from the general direction of the infiltration. That is all that can be said of that.
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...admittedly enough, that's quite the spectacular show, that collision.
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paradoxdragon
Immersed in Dreams
- Location
- Someplace or another
Charge 21/40
I bend the [[LIGHT]] Aspect and make sure that detection systems won't detect a mysterious hole in their detection systems where there's no info coming from it as I bend starlight and Concept:Information around us
I bend the [[LIGHT]] Aspect and make sure that detection systems won't detect a mysterious hole in their detection systems where there's no info coming from it as I bend starlight and Concept:Information around us
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- Location
- The internet
No. Not sharp enough. I venture into the void deeper, trying to find more intense voidfire to collect, to find a Large Voidfire Ember. Once I do, I go and toss it at that same skeleton blacksmith, who simply sighs and grabs my Great Voidic Chaos Flame Zweihander and me away. ...well fine, guess I'll get that back later.
25/40
25/40
- Location
- A Shattered Dream
"Uh... Is someone... talking?"
Armelle glanced around, seemingly trying to look at where the voice is coming from.
"Don't worry about that. It doesn't really matter. Just means we're in the right place. Keep working."
I'll probably describe RP in third person and actions in first person. That's how I did it back in DTG0, anyway.
So with Armelle's help, I scan the surrounding area for any kind of signals that the Parallax is receiving or transmitting. I don't suppose they have an unsecured wifi hotspot? That would be pretty neat.
Also, do we know where this ship was made? Or where the material used in it's construction is from? Either of those would be helpful.
Spicy Serious
Divinely Devilish
- Location
- U.S
Charge: 21/40
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An almost undetectable flair of heat appears on the battlefield, the strange flux blending into the background heat/radiation of the Void-(which it totally has and always has had, clearly)-, this announces a new contender appearing on the battlefield. Ash clings to his tattered, mismatched clothing, though his Strange Hat remains emaculate.
The man seems to regard the battlefield with an amused gaze, before Light Orange energy begins to seep from his pores. "Not a moment to soon it appears, praise be the Dark Masters for giving me the honor of fighting in their name..." A smile cracks the man's face as he raises his hand, ready to properly join the fight.
A high-pitched whistle, barely within the range of human hearing, fills a small area of Void around the man, as Runes are forcibly etched into the micro-meteors and debris surounding him. Lances of light orange energy strike out to the various pieces of space junk, latching on the beams of Light Orange toss the rune-etched peices across the battlefield.
Piloted by magic, the Runes seek out all who are AG-aligned, before settiling into a quick orbit around them. The Runes plus and glow a faint light, the person(s?) in question become enveloped in the same light before it quickly disappears.
The Runes carry a simple effect obscuring their "wielder" from mundane and magical means of detection. "After all, it wouldn't do to have this little suprise party spoiled." He comments, butchered posh accent flitting across the Void.
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An almost undetectable flair of heat appears on the battlefield, the strange flux blending into the background heat/radiation of the Void-(which it totally has and always has had, clearly)-, this announces a new contender appearing on the battlefield. Ash clings to his tattered, mismatched clothing, though his Strange Hat remains emaculate.
The man seems to regard the battlefield with an amused gaze, before Light Orange energy begins to seep from his pores. "Not a moment to soon it appears, praise be the Dark Masters for giving me the honor of fighting in their name..." A smile cracks the man's face as he raises his hand, ready to properly join the fight.
A high-pitched whistle, barely within the range of human hearing, fills a small area of Void around the man, as Runes are forcibly etched into the micro-meteors and debris surounding him. Lances of light orange energy strike out to the various pieces of space junk, latching on the beams of Light Orange toss the rune-etched peices across the battlefield.
Piloted by magic, the Runes seek out all who are AG-aligned, before settiling into a quick orbit around them. The Runes plus and glow a faint light, the person(s?) in question become enveloped in the same light before it quickly disappears.
The Runes carry a simple effect obscuring their "wielder" from mundane and magical means of detection. "After all, it wouldn't do to have this little suprise party spoiled." He comments, butchered posh accent flitting across the Void.
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- Location
- Not at home
Charge 25/40
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Assuming the door's destruction continues, the invaders feel, in front of them, the physical durability of the entrance conveniently giving in to the assault. We, the 3rd person viewers, take a look into the inner workings of the door and see that its inner structuring is failing; its material turning into the brownish-red color of rush and all mechanisms keeping it in place losing their grip. All of this leads to the door's accelerated destruction.
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Assuming the door's destruction continues, the invaders feel, in front of them, the physical durability of the entrance conveniently giving in to the assault. We, the 3rd person viewers, take a look into the inner workings of the door and see that its inner structuring is failing; its material turning into the brownish-red color of rush and all mechanisms keeping it in place losing their grip. All of this leads to the door's accelerated destruction.
Round 8
- Location
- West Coast
You purchase Antarctica, wherever that is!
Armor plating dissipated! It's just the door now!
You look into the fire, and see only..
you see...
BY THE BEACON YOU SEE
Fire. Nothing but fire.
Dissapointing, isn't it?
Just kidding, you also see the image of an axe.
Which is on fire.
What?
You subvert the ship, knocking out the onboard crew controlling the vessel, subverting it from within!
It's the perfect crime.
At this point, we've used so many different obervation-blocking techniques, that any more may trigger obscuration-magic-sensing detectors?
I dunno, those are probably a thing. The Parallax doesn't seem to have any, though.
Water silently punches a hole in the Entrance, dealing 16k damage!
You stash the Millenium Falcon in your demiplane, and enter the Parallax.
Nope, nothing but more metal there. It's strange, I read recently that usually, imaginary space only contains Unfathomable Ones.
Von Neumann Nanobots deployed, dealing 8k damage per round for 3 rounds!
Sensors Dimensionally Shifted!
Dragon Drone Deployed!
Jonesy nods, and you improve his ability to infiltrate, or something?
Distraction created!
Detection systems spoofed! By the way, what exactly is this colon-thing you're doing, exactly? Are you from Co
ern:ica, or something? I don't really understand.You now have mine armor! Not my armor, your armor is mine!6/40
After a quick scan to make sure it's safe to do so, I telekinetically grab onto several mines...
resulting in a ring of mines around my(mist)self, useable as impromptu weapons or to discourage attacks.
...Ugh, this language is weird sometimes.
Your skeleton blacksmith begins to upgrade your sword!
Yes! Yes there is! Hello there! It's me! I'd tell you my name, but I'd rather remain anonymous.
From what I can tell, the Parallax is in a sort of stealth mode. As a result, it's communication systems are working at a minimal capacity, only sending a regular transmission towards a certain specific spot in the Void.
Hm, lemme see, by analyzing the latent dimensional energies on the hull plating, I can determine the universe it's from.... yes, this was made completely in his native universe, I'll bring up the file right now, I've always wanted to see what official documents say....
What.
Alright, I'm not going to read this to you. I'll just give you the document proper.
Universe O88F7UA7
Technology Level: 4
Planetary Systems: 1
Celestial Objects: 12
Comments: The only habitable world on this backwater universe has a theocratic world government centered around the worship of deity known as the Starmaker. You have one guess as to what he did. The locals claim that the Starmaker protects them from demons, who are responsible for any misfortune that befalls them. Old age? Demons. Drowning in water? Demons. Dying of Cold? You guessed it, Demons. The primary form of magic on this world is based around the manipulation of energy. People who have been "Blessed by the Starmaker" are able to manipulate fire, radiation, and electricity. A certain number of these practitioners are taught how to use their magic to manipulate the bioelectric currents of living beings, allowing them to puppet others around. This is extensively used by their so-called "Paladins", who act more like Inquisitors, oppressing these simpleminded folk and spreading doom-and-gloom rumours of their impending death.
-F.
Whoever this "F" person is, I'd like to give them a piece of my mind. Those comments were uncalled for.
Welcome, good sir! You should be pleased to know that your contribution of rune magic is greatly appreciated by your allies!
Rust applied!
You help JOE take over the Minelayer!
Itinerary
Find the Godmodder
Remain Unseen.
Don't panic
Make your way towards the prisoner hall!
The majority of your assembled army focus their attacks on the door, breaking it open, revealing the interior of the Flagship!
You find yourselves in the middle of an automated weapons manufacturing plant. You are surrounded by machines. Lots and lots of them.
To your sides, is a map of the ship. I guess you can find your way here from now on?
Parallax Interior:
[PG] Drone Factory: 160,000/160,000 Hp. Create Drone: 1/2. x20
[PG] Observation Drone. 2,000/2,000 Hp. Rift: 1/3 x20
[PG] Observation Drone. 2,000/2,000 Hp. Rift: 3/3 x20
[PG] Turret Factory. 240,000/240,000 Hp. Create Turret: 1/4. x10
[PG] Indoor Defense Turret. 40,000/40,000 Hp. Reload 1/2. Inactive! x10
[AG-Vanestus] Thorgi. 118,000/118,000 Hp. 15% Dodge!
[AG-Vanestus] Androsphinx. 34,000/34,000 Hp. Heal: 3/3. Demoralizing Roar: 4/7.
[AG-Karpinsky] Slugthrower Drone. 3,000/3,000 Hp. Reload: 3/6. x20
[AG-I Just Write] Adamantine Angel. 30,000/30,000. [A-PART] Blades Of Contradiction. [A-PART] Tachyon Wings. [A-PART] Impossible Soul. Attacks Bypass AC, Dodge and Bodyguarding! +1 AC, 10% Dodge!
[AG] Flamingflapjacks. 20/20 Hp. [A] Broadsword of Slapwilney, 6/6 Durability.
[AG-ParadoxDragon] Indiana Jones. 40,000/40,000 Hp.
[AG] JOEbob. 20/20 Hp. [A] Radiation Armor, 12/12 Shields, regenerates 3 each round! Wacky Radiation: 2/5.
[AG] Aspect of Air. 30,000/30,000 Hp. 30% Dodge! Hurricane Force: 2/4
[AG] Dragon Drone. 1,000/1,000 Instant Reloads: 1.
Elsewhere:
[GM] The Godmodder. 70/80 Hp. REACQUIRING LOCATION PROGRESS: 83%
Outside:
[PG-BOSS] The Parallax. 7,200,000/7,200,000 Hp. 6 AC!
[PG] Minelayer. 90,000/90,000 Hp. Laying Mines! x6
[PG] Minelayer. 90,000/90,000 Hp. Laying Mines! Totally hasn't been subverted by JOE!
[PG] Voidmine. 4,000/4,000 Hp. x49
[PG] Armor Plating. 7,000/80,000 Hp. Bodyguarding Parallax Entrance!
[PG] Parallax Entrance. 60,000/60,000 Hp.
[PG] Escort Ship 120,000/120,000 Hp. x8
((OOC Note: Please don't try to directly attack this thing. It won't end well. At all)).
Demiplane:
[AG-Crusher] Millenium Falcon. 70,000/70,000 Hp. Deploying Drones: 4/4. BFG9K: 3/10
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- Location
- Not at home
Charge 26/40
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The creature of meteor mesh, having just learned to navigate through available space with its new body, now moves towards the meteos that swirl around it and begins familiarizing itself with the other limbs that don't seem to be made for navigation. With its hands, mandibles, scythe-esque limbs, and what not, it grabs, crushes, slices, and whatever-ates the meteors with its respective limbs.
The process takes a while and the creature would have trouble gripping meteors and what not, but it eventually masters usage of its limbs.
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Inside the ship, even more distractions within the vessel occur as a union is formed within the ranks of the ship's crew. Though the crew's salary would most probably be sufficient to sate them and their bloodline 10 generations in, this particular group is made up of some of the most ingrateful individuals who will always want more and more.
What's more, this union are not above causing chaos until they are taken care of. Handling them wouldn't take much effort, really, but time spent handling them is time not spent on being vigilant, giving the invaders inside an even larger leeway to navigate the ship.
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The creature of meteor mesh, having just learned to navigate through available space with its new body, now moves towards the meteos that swirl around it and begins familiarizing itself with the other limbs that don't seem to be made for navigation. With its hands, mandibles, scythe-esque limbs, and what not, it grabs, crushes, slices, and whatever-ates the meteors with its respective limbs.
The process takes a while and the creature would have trouble gripping meteors and what not, but it eventually masters usage of its limbs.
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Inside the ship, even more distractions within the vessel occur as a union is formed within the ranks of the ship's crew. Though the crew's salary would most probably be sufficient to sate them and their bloodline 10 generations in, this particular group is made up of some of the most ingrateful individuals who will always want more and more.
What's more, this union are not above causing chaos until they are taken care of. Handling them wouldn't take much effort, really, but time spent handling them is time not spent on being vigilant, giving the invaders inside an even larger leeway to navigate the ship.
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- Location
- Sea of Fragments
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 26/40, concept and elementalization loads for systemization prepared
Pull out the Binoculars of Switzerland that allow one to see worlds away and scan down the path the minelayers have been traveling. How long has it been laying mines, which way did it come from, and where is the fleet going?
And I guess I'll check out the ships again and keep tabs on what crew/machines/etc. are likely to head the infiltration team's way, unless you're keeping track of how distracted everyone is for us.
Imaginary Space has likely been squished by either the godmodder's forces or giant floaty metal plates. She might've used narrative abstract attack, who knows anymore? I think the 'colon thingy' is part of a worldwarp magic that turns about aspects and their subconcepts. Enhanced for-loop iteration, maybe? Dunno.
Pull out the Binoculars of Switzerland that allow one to see worlds away and scan down the path the minelayers have been traveling. How long has it been laying mines, which way did it come from, and where is the fleet going?
And I guess I'll check out the ships again and keep tabs on what crew/machines/etc. are likely to head the infiltration team's way, unless you're keeping track of how distracted everyone is for us.
Imaginary Space has likely been squished by either the godmodder's forces or giant floaty metal plates. She might've used narrative abstract attack, who knows anymore? I think the 'colon thingy' is part of a worldwarp magic that turns about aspects and their subconcepts. Enhanced for-loop iteration, maybe? Dunno.
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- Location
- Canada
25/40
From the waterworks of my tears spawns THE DEPRESSION WHALE, who proceeds to terraport into the Godmodder and give everyone in this game a really bad time. Fueled by the combined power of the unbeatable force that is depression drawn from every sentient being across all of time, space and every reality, the Godmodder is forced to sacrifice 1 HP to strike the whale down before things get far too out of hand and destroys the game's balance even further.
From the waterworks of my tears spawns THE DEPRESSION WHALE, who proceeds to terraport into the Godmodder and give everyone in this game a really bad time. Fueled by the combined power of the unbeatable force that is depression drawn from every sentient being across all of time, space and every reality, the Godmodder is forced to sacrifice 1 HP to strike the whale down before things get far too out of hand and destroys the game's balance even further.
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- Location
- 1
7/40
Having subverted the ship itself, I casually and invisibly stroll towards the mine creation facilitys (i assume they exist, since if it's just a large stockpile, it's trivial to scatter massive amounts in a second- i'm guessing it's harder when you need to bury them under dirt, but this is Void, so........)
my BOG-LIMB MINE ARMOR CYAN MIST THING self checks all 4 of these new enemies,and i'll figure out where to go from there. technically, there's just one mind between main-me and mist-me, but that one mind- the mind that is mine- is augmented in speed by a combination of time magic and blood magic- sadly, this does not make my substantially smarter. if only I was on the level of the de'a'na est shadarak... eh, no use wishing silently.
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so it turns out i can't find out what the "Check" says before i decide that to do. With that in mind, as long as the check doesn't suggest there's strong tamper-detection on the factories, small flakes of metal from the walls fly into a compact ball, then turn into a sort of... patch, full of nanotech, which I attach to one of the drone factories. it's hard to notice, mostly a very, very small bump on the surface of the factory, but on the inside the nanomachines quickly turn the wall between them and the inside of the factory with nanotech. then, they spread through, not disrupting operations, until they're everywhere. after that, having suffused all non-essential area with themselves, they quickly converge on the essential areas, destructively scanning the setup. after a moment of analysis by a other-universe computer complex, it determines how to replicate the setup except with the resulting drones having a backdoor: they will obey me, when I ask them to. of course, any status checkups are spoofed, using an extremely-short-range time machine to send them back to while the attack is ongoing (since it's so short-range, there's no time for any paradoxes to arise, so it shouldn't attract any time giants, i hope.)
Having subverted the ship itself, I casually and invisibly stroll towards the mine creation facilitys (i assume they exist, since if it's just a large stockpile, it's trivial to scatter massive amounts in a second- i'm guessing it's harder when you need to bury them under dirt, but this is Void, so........)
my BOG-LIMB MINE ARMOR CYAN MIST THING self checks all 4 of these new enemies,
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so it turns out i can't find out what the "Check" says before i decide that to do. With that in mind, as long as the check doesn't suggest there's strong tamper-detection on the factories, small flakes of metal from the walls fly into a compact ball, then turn into a sort of... patch, full of nanotech, which I attach to one of the drone factories. it's hard to notice, mostly a very, very small bump on the surface of the factory, but on the inside the nanomachines quickly turn the wall between them and the inside of the factory with nanotech. then, they spread through, not disrupting operations, until they're everywhere. after that, having suffused all non-essential area with themselves, they quickly converge on the essential areas, destructively scanning the setup. after a moment of analysis by a other-universe computer complex, it determines how to replicate the setup except with the resulting drones having a backdoor: they will obey me, when I ask them to. of course, any status checkups are spoofed, using an extremely-short-range time machine to send them back to while the attack is ongoing (since it's so short-range, there's no time for any paradoxes to arise, so it shouldn't attract any time giants, i hope.)
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