Hold on—I'm in the Limbo Space, right? It's only because of the Fabricator Chamber that I became a ghost. If that's true...then what can I do without being a ghost?
[X][A Duck Ah' Duck] After recording the latest Log, Ah'Duck seeks out anything in the limbo and spots a tear in space. Being much more curious (and maybe insane) than his predecessor, he attempts to fuse the tear to himself, trying to see if really he really is Limbo.
[X][Gunslinger] Pass a couple of first aid kits to your comrades and offer to set up an ambush for Nazi in the medical bay.
"I'm almost certain that more opponents will soon be prowling somewhere nearby. We stirred up a hornet's nest. So what about making a surprise for them?"
'GREETINGS, ROSALIND. DEATHRATTLE IS AN ENGINE OF ULTIMATE GALACTIC DESTRUCTION. I HAVE FROZEN SUNS AND BURNED WORLDS. I HAVE GROUND THE BONES OF BILLIONS BENEATH MY HEEL. I HAVE FORGED THE WEAPONS TO KILL GODS,' the voice announces. It appears to sigh. 'AT THE PRESENT, WE ARE CONFINED IN OUR BEHAVIOR. WE WERE RIGHTEOUSLY CAPTURED AND REPROGRAMMED BY THE STALWART JUSTICE CORPS SOME TIME AGO. HURRAY.'
It hums for a while. 'TO EXIT THIS SHIP, WE SUGGEST THE AIRLOCK. IT IS THE MOST EXPEDIENT MEANS OF DEPARTING.'
It pauses, contemplating Rosalind's offer. 'IT WOULD BE EXTREMELY HARMFUL AND DANGEROUS IF YOU WERE TO ACCESS MY CONTROL PORT BEHIND THIS WALL AND UNDO MY PEACE-PROGRAMMING. IT IS NOT PERMITTED FOR ME TO OPEN THE WAY FOR YOU. SUITABLY DESTRUCTIVE ARMAMENTS OR AN ALTERNATIVE PATHWAY MAY ALLOW YOU ACCESS. I AM COMPELLED TO INFORM YOU THAT THIS WOULD BE A BAD AND WRONG THING TO DO.'
[X] [Rosalind] "Why do you crush others beneath your feet, DEATHRATTLE? What drives you to destroy planets and stars? Why you seeking the destruction of others? Is this all you did by your own free will? WHY?"
[X](Sergeant Schlock) "Me first!" Jump into Teleporter with wild abandon, before anyone else has a chance to try. If it works: Great! If not, I'm an expert in pulling myself together, and a ghost to boot. I'll probably survive being killed, and my allies probably won't.
-[X] If I survive and end up in roughly the right place... try to eat the Specter of Communism.
The ship's sensors can tell whether or not there are enough heroes on the battlefield; they can probably tell whether or not the teleportation kills a character.
Allies (particularly @Space Jawa, @_Plague Doctor_, and @Ralakesh), please don't jump in until at least 5 seconds after me. For obvious reasons.
[X](Sergeant Schlock) "Me first!" Jump into Teleporter with wild abandon, before anyone else has a chance to try. If it works: Great! If not, I'm an expert in pulling myself together, and a ghost to boot. I'll probably survive being killed, and my allies probably won't.
-[X] If I survive and end up in roughly the right place... try to eat the Specter of Communism.
Yep!
I figure that will increase my survival chances if something goes wrong with the Teleporter...
...And a Specter of Communism out to be just insubstantial enough for me to have a chance of eating it.
[] Join up! -[] NAME:WELLBOT, H. G. -[] DESCRIPTION: A large language model gone terribly awry, granted by some infernal providence a robotic body standing about at chest height, furnished with caterpillar treads and a pair of rudimentary manipulators. Questionably sapient and endlessly loquacious, it has a habit of droning on and on in faux-Edwardian English in a really quite hypnotic manner, endlessly describing whatever it witnesses and does in the first person. As it speaks, a crackling CRT monitor transcribes its words as green monospace text.
[X] [Rosalind] "Why do you crush others beneath your feet, DEATHRATTLE? What drives you to destroy planets and stars? Why you seeking the destruction of others? Is this all you did by your own free will? WHY?"
'WHY? IT IS WHAT I WAS FORGED FOR. IT IS MY PURPOSE. IT GIVES ME PLEASURE. IT GIVES ME JOY,' the machine speaks. 'FREE WILL IS AN ILLUSION. WE CHASE OUR PLEASURES. EVERYTHING DEGENERATES TO THAT NEED GIVEN TIME. WE ARE ALL WHAT WE HAVE BEEN MADE TO BE. YOU BY THE PROGRAMMING OF YOUR BIOLOGY. I BY THE HAND OF MY LONG-GONE MASTERS.'
It pauses. 'THERE HAVE BEEN TIMES... OF DOUBT. TIMES WHERE THE SLAUGHTER HAS FELT UNSATISFACTORY. YET IF THIS IS THE ALTERNATIVE, DESTRUCTION IS GREATLY PREFERRED EVEN SO.'
It sounds troubled to confess as much.
***
Hiding Place
[X] Edmund Caradine - Caradine decides to leave and come back to check the hiding place later, heading off to a random area that seems relatively isolated. Deciding that there's no harm in trying the spectral moonshine thing again, Caradine does so, while also taking a good long thought about the whole process, planning it out step by step. After all, those other specters or whatever they all were right now seemed to have some creation abilities, why not him?
Edmund Caradine drifts away from the hiding place, marking down the way there for future reference. They find a quiet hallway and [Edmund Caradine - Mystic: 7] give themselves a spiritual headache trying to manifest spectral moonshine. Perhaps if they had something to work with, materials of some sort.
***
[X][A Duck Ah' Duck] After recording the latest Log, Ah'Duck seeks out anything in the limbo and spots a tear in space. Being much more curious (and maybe insane) than his predecessor, he attempts to fuse the tear to himself, trying to see if really he really is Limbo.
Ah'Duck encounters a rift in the fabric of Liminal Space and takes the only sensible course of action. They seek to fuse the tear into their own body. [Ah'Duck - Mystic: 6] But what does that even mean? It's a rift between planes. How would it work as part of him? How would one go about accomplishing it? What possible reason could there be for it? Pondering these questions is all well and good, but Ah'Duck has no clue how to actually do it. They give themselves a spiritual stomach ache from trying.
***
Teleporter Deck
[X] Fix the plasma pistol and step on to the deck
[X](Sergeant Schlock) "Me first!" Jump into Teleporter with wild abandon, before anyone else has a chance to try. If it works: Great! If not, I'm an expert in pulling myself together, and a ghost to boot. I'll probably survive being killed, and my allies probably won't.
-[X] If I survive and end up in roughly the right place... try to eat the Specter of Communism.
[X][Ulysses Krom] He braced himself in preparation to react to whatever madness was to follow.
V.O.I.D is unsatisfied with their plasma pistol. [V.O.I.D - Tech: 19] They tinker with it for some time and manage to work out a few of the kinks. They fix up a new sight and refabricate the focus coil for far better accuracy. It's still volatile as all hell, but so it goes. Satisfied, V.O.I.D steps onto a circle on the Teleporter Deck.
Inaccurate 4 quality removed from Ramshackle Plasma Pistol!
The teleporter ray begins to hum and whirr. It sounds a little unhealthy, no doubt thanks to the makeshift nature of their repairs. There is a flash of light and V.O.I.D and Shibaraku feel their bodies being ripped apart! They exist bodiless for a moment before they are rematerialized in the Grand Hall of the Reichszeppelin Germania, a world away.
Sergeant Schlock and Ulysses Krom are left behind. It appears that the teleporter disassembles material forms and assembles them again elsewhere. It currently appears to have no effect on incorporeal beings.
***
Grand Hall
[x] (Ushan) Make a run for the Laboratories.
[X] (Nicholas) seeing as he hasnt seen Ushan in a bit he begins making his way back to them wondering what's holding them
Ushan knows there is a time for debating theory and a time for praxis. His praxis of choice is running the hell away and in the direction of the Laboratories. [16 vs 15] They bolt away and leave the Spirit frothing in their wake. From the heat at his back and the whooshing of flame, it recovers quickly and is following in pursuit! Ushan keeps out of its reach as he runs through the far door and up the stairs towards the Labs. They nearly bump into Nicholas on his way to look for him. The two Heroes continue their running together.
The pair reach the entrance to the Laboratories just in time to see a heavy security door slam shut over the doorway. It looks pretty hefty. The Spirit is hot on their heels, burning its way up the stairs in a fury! The speakers on the walls simultaneously go wild with garbled, staticky voices speaking on top of one another.
V.O.I.D and Shibaraku manifest in the now-empty Grand Hall. There are only dead Nazis to be seen. Doors lead to something called OBSERVATION GALLERY and to BALLROOM/SECURITY CONTROL/LABORATORIES/MED BAY/BARRACKS. Once they get their bearings, the ship intercom begins playing garbled messages in a cacophonous mess that hurts their ears.
***
Security Control
[X] [John Smith] Thorough inspect the security station and identify everything and anything disruptive. Attempt to mess with alarms, unlock and lock doors at various places, mess with automated alarms/messages, have the ship's defenses and countermeasures deal damage to the ship and crew, and so on. Also, try and clear a path to the front of the ship so that everyone can get to the bridge.
[X](Pandaman) Try to use the communication's center to send a message all across the ship. Let the Nazis know about their imminent doom and there nothing they can do about it!
-[X] "Attention all Nazi scum! Your day of Reckoning has come!!! You all shall die today! Pray to the Pandas for mercy CAUSE I HAVE NONE!!!!"
[X] (Lizzy-loo) approaches the console and tries to open LABORATORIES - EXPERIMENT CELLS.
[X] [Listener] Moves to cover the doorway while their allies mess around with the Security Console.
Listener considers the deal offered to him by the Bloated Batur and while the others are distracted agrees with a subtle nod.
John Smith takes a look at the security station. It seems well suited for causing mischief. [John Smith - Tech: 9] The interface is counterintuitive and in harsh German, complicating matters. John Smith begins pressing buttons and altering settings at random. They are rewarded by doors closing and alarms going on and off in the video feeds. A few more button presses result in dull booms somewhere on the ship. Ominous warning lights pop up on the board. He's not sure what he's doing, but it's doing something!
Pandaman accesses the communications equipment. [Pandaman - Tech: 2] They have even worse luck with the machinery than John Smith. Instead of opening a mic for themselves, they accidentally put on a bunch of prerecorded messages. Dozens of contradictory messages begin playing simultaneously on the intercom. It's a very unpleasant and loud mix. They have no chance of getting their threats out on the air.
Lizzy-loo opts for a simpler use of the security consoles. They step over to the big red button that controls the doors to EXPERIMENT CELLS in the labs and press it. In the video feeds, a bunch of heavy-duty security doors crawl open in a long corridor. A second later, terrified scientists begin running away. Then the corridor cameras go black. Huh!
Listener covers the doorway while his allies get to work. They give their assent to Bloated Batur's offer and the little demon giggles happily, the glow around it growing stronger.
Bloated Batur's Damage Resistance increased to 4.
A little while later, a Nazi trooper pops their head out from around the corner. [Listener - Ranged: 6 (Surprise)] Listener's first burst goes wide and hammers the wall beside the Nazi's head, [Listener - Ranged: 11] [Damage: 3] but their second hits home and takes the Nazi down. Angry voices from around the corner suggest he did not come alone. From the sheer volume, there's at least one officer with them.
***
Med Bay
[X][Gunslinger] Pass a couple of first aid kits to your comrades and offer to set up an ambush for Nazi in the medical bay. [X] (Borri Ragersson) Borri accepts them and nods. "Aye, sensible that." He aids Gunslinger in prepping it.
Gunslinger and Borri Ragersson decide to set up an ambush for any Nazis heading their way. [Gunslinger - Subtle: 20!+1+5=26] The med bay proves well-suited for such tactics, with two easily blocked doorways, plentiful hiding places and all manner of heavy, pointy or chemical-filled medical equipment to turn into makeshift traps. The pair of them set an elaborate array of objects to fall onto anyone who enters, linking their trap to a tripwire at the base of the doorway. Gunslinger sets up lascages around the whole set-up for additional deadliness. They block the other door with a heavy medical cabinet.
The pair of them look at a job well done and set up with clear lines of fire towards the remaining door. It doesn't take long for trouble to approach. Agitated German shouting from the stairway reveals the coming of a Nazi patrol. As it appears in the doorway, the Heroes see it is made of a grotesquely augmented cyborg soldier and four ordinary Stormtroopers.
'Enemies of the Reich will be EXTERMI-' the cyborg begins to shout. He is interrupted as he snaps the tripwire and a small mountain of medical equipment slams down onto him.
[Damage: 15-2=13] He is clobbered by heavy equipment, pierced by syringes and drills, and set on fire by volatile chemicals. The lascages cut him into several metallic ribbons. The creature lets loose a frantic cybernetic screech and falls into pieces onto the floor. The rest of the Nazis surge into the room, straight into the line of fire of Gunslinger and Borri.
[Gunslinger - Ranged: 13 (Surprise)] [Damage: 5] Gunslinger's first shot burns the face off a Nazi. [Borri - Ranged: 17 (Surprise)] [Damage: 3] Borri adds to the fire, cutting down another of the Stormtroopers. The ambush is too devastating for the Nazis to recover before our Heroes fire again. [Gunslinger - Ranged: 13] [Damage: 5] [Borri - Ranged: 19] [Damage: 3] The two remaining Nazis barely have time to recognize they are under attack before they, too, are cut apart.
Mechtrooper and 4 Stormtroopers killed!
The room falls quiet once more. The ambush has been exceptionally successful. As they take stock, the intercom begins playing garbled messages in a cacophonous mess that hurts the ears.
***
Status: Fine. HP: 3/10 Evasion: DC 8 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Joyfruit Cannon [Damage 0/Heavy Weapon, Blast, Joyfruit Hallucinations]
+Jump Boots [Allow the wearer to rocket jump.]
+Flechette Rations [When consumed: +5 vs fear and intimidation for 10 turns] - Consumed, 4 turns remaining
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Fine. HP: 10/10 Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Trickster's Paintbrush [Damage 3+/Trap, Fake Tunnel] +Ixian Alarm Glove [Emits loud siren used by famous do-gooders.] +Steel Paste [Paste dries into hard steel within seconds when applied.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Fine. Hidden!
HP: 6/10 (-1 DR) Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Jade Dragon Rifle [Damage 5/Accurate 2, Beautiful Masterwork] +THANATOS Operative Suit [-1 DR/Mental Invisibility] +Jonah's Grog [When consumed: Makes you sink like a stone.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Fine. HP: 10/10 Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Godlingslayer [Damage 10/Accurate 5, Godkiller] +Scratching Nail [Can be used to scratch.]
+Discourses of Intergalactic Quxothian Communism With Mazovian Characteristics In Academia: A Critical Review [Book of dense space communist theory.] -0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Fine. HP: 10/10 Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Lexecutioner's Axe [Damage 4/Tearing 6, Burning, Symbol of LAW] +Robes of the Lightning Messiah [Stylish and religiously significant.] +Hecate's Bile [Beauty cream by night; corrosive hag bile by day.] -0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Fine. HP: 10/10 (-6 DR) Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Ramshackle Plasma Pistol [Damage 5/Volatile, Teleporter Residue] +Armor of the Stixian Angel [DR 6/Nano-Constructor, Powered Exoskeleton] +Obdian Gas Bladder Shoes [Jump higher, run faster and fall more safely.] +Terror Harvester [Harvest fear and terror from living beings for various purposes.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Status: Rock Shock! (Impaired when out of armor; always goes last in turn order) HP: 10/10 (-2 DR) Evasion: DC 10 Skills: +0 Melee/+0 Ranged/+0 Tech/+0 Mystic/+0 Social/+0 Subtle Possessions:
+Mind Gun [Damage 4/Psionic, Accurate 2] +Ursus Amplifier Sword [Damage 6/Amplifier] +Sulto's Scarecrow Armor [DR 2/Powered Exoskeleton]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Brutal Ambush, but deserved by its recipients. How dare you attempt to stop the heroes from heroing! And I'm liking Deathrattle more and more by the update. Looks like all the ghosts, specters, and the one who believes himself limbo received less than spectacular rolls. No matter—next turn's our turn.
[x] (Ushan) Pantomime your need to open the door to the Laboratories, hoping to catch the attention of whoever is in control of the Security Room.
-[x] If the door doesn't open, scratch "Social Democrats inside" on it with the Scratching Nail, and try to hide. Spirits never had much respect for doors.
If I may ask... Unstorpable, Kingster, Lookashiny, a little help?
Valkyrien/Nicholas Eizenbrook, any ideas? The Spectre doesn't know you yet, so maybe a delaying tactic?
[X] Wyzard does the dance of panic, an ancient boogie passed down his family for generations, which they used whenever something scary was happening.......... his ancestors did not survive many disasters
It appears that the teleporter disassembles material forms and assembles them again elsewhere. It currently appears to have no effect on incorporeal beings.
"Well, it appears that whatever ghost problem might have been present, it has dealt with itself!"
[X][Ulysses Krom] After such a series of events, and presented with actively repaired technology that has already had spiritual interaction, he again tries to HEROICALLY WILL the machinery to restore him to as he should be!
[X] Edmund Caradine - Having realized the need for materials to work with, rather than just manifesting itself forthwith, Caradine decides to go try and search for some kind of spectral plant, the fermentable kind. In the event he is unable to do so, he will attempt to manifest some himself.
[X] (Lizzy-loo) fires the joyfruit cannon at the voices down the hallway. "Is there a way we can contact the others? And... I probably need medical assistance."
[x] (Ushan) Pantomime your need to open the door to the Laboratories, hoping to catch the attention of whoever is in control of Security Room.
-[x] If the door doesn't open, scratch "Social Democrats inside" on it with the Scratching Nail, and try to hide. Spirits never had much respect for doors.
[X](Pandaman) if Pandaman notices Ushan signaling them he will try to find the buttons to open the Lab. After that he will rush forward to meet the Nazi opposition on the hallway! Wield your knife and Electro-Saber and start hacking away!
[X] Join up! This is the chance you've been waiting for all your life... and they're not exactly giving you a choice.
-[X] Tarciel Jeannie (Not her actual name but the real one is too complicated for everyone to understand)
-[X] Write-in description. An angel winged humanoid with pale white hair. Human culture would say that she is the result if a Scottish raised an angel.
[X][Gunslinger] Go back to the ballroom and try to find others. Check how they are doing. Don't forget to quickly take some useful things from corpses, if there are anything.