ASSAULT MECHA DIAGNOSTICS: Speed: 45 Vitality: 250 Intel: Min Running flaw scan: .....No Errors Found
ASSAULT MECHA DIAGNOSTICS: Speed: 45 Vitality: 250 Intel: Min Running flaw scan: .....No Errors Found UPLOADING REMOTE AI: .....Complete All systems operational... Ready to stomp a mud hole and walk it dry.
Open this, load that, nuke this, check that... You think with a mind bigger than the cargo bay someone might give me some more important jobs... ...But NO!
Heh... Look Major Burlingame was walking down this hall... nope not any more... *snicker*... He rammed his nose right into the blast door that "malfunctioned" right in front of him.... heh.... Oh joy the cook is making a fillet in the mess hall...I wonder what would happen if the sprinklers were to kick in.... he-hee
WHAT THE FRIGGIN HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE SCIENCE LAB!?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BRIDGE REMEMBER?? HOW HARD IS IT TO GET FROM ONE SIDE OF THE SHIP TO THE OTHER? DO WE NEED TO MAKE THIS SHIP IDIOT-ACCESSIBLE OR SOMETHING?!! JUST GO OUT THE DOOR TO YOUR BACK AND UP THE HALL....Lazy good for nuthing mudder mud.d.e . r . . .. . .
//SCIENCE LAB// Through study of samples we got from the metallic entities controlled by the bizarre skeleton, we have been able to better understand them.
//SCIENCE LAB// They seem to be completely constructed of nano-machines and various bits of scavenged scrap metal. The nano-machines seem to have built-in commands and blueprints. They use this collective data to construct crude weapons and body-like forms.
//SCIENCE LAB// The elongated tendrils that connect their bodies are really the nano-probes assembled in a chain-like strand. These strings clamp on to any machine they choose and quickly deconstruct it. As they do this, they record the exact construction of the machine so they can later reproduce it and broadcast the plans back to the entity controlling them. This much I know...
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heh heh... Man this is much more entertaining then trying to FIX the doors... Watch as they walk up to one of the automatic doors and then *BLAM* they smack their face right into it. ah man-humans... they're just so entertaining... HA! Lets play with the thermostat... he-hee...
heh heh... Man this is much more entertaining then trying to FIX the doors... Watch as they walk up to one of the automatic doors and then *BLAM* they smack their face right into it. ah man-humans... they're just so entertaining... HA! Lets play with the thermostat... he-hee... --CHANNEL SEVERED-- Stop that or I'll convert your lazy ass to Pong. Right after I smack Ian around for installing you. What the hell does he need these voice response systems anyway?? (ANTHONY B.) (PROPHET OF ENTROPY)
//VISUAL ID: MCCONVILLE, IAN// ABOUT FRIGGIN TIME! I was about to issue an all-out manhunt for you. As you can probably imagine we're not in good shape. Through this ordeal, we've lost half the population of this colony so far. The enemy can constantly reproduce using our dead and weapons... Now our best bet for victory is a crashed Pfhor ship about 200 miles north of here. It came down there a half-hour ago. We were on our way when we picked up your signal in the HQ. We thought you were killed when half the weapons plant exploded.
//VISUAL ID: MCCONVILLE, IAN// It doesn't matter where you've been at the moment. We'll just clean you up and send you out with the rest of the men. The plan is to drop you guys off at the front lines and you can make your way through the trenches to the ship. We'll go nuke some shit while you do that. Just be prepared to run into anything. Given that the organics have started teleporting, we figure the metals and the organics have joined sides and plan on raping this planet for all it's worth.
//VISUAL ID: MCCONVILLE, IAN// We assume the other two sides of this are going to be swarming all over this thing so keep on the watch.
//VISUAL ID: MCCONVILLE, IAN// oh and another thing... We're pretty low on ammo so try not to complain too much okay?
//VISUAL ID: MCCONVILLE, IAN// oh and another thing... We're pretty low on ammo so try not to complain too much okay? WHAT!?! It's not my fault! //TRANSPORT WHEN READY//
interlevel teleports
