Kalos' Games #spacecopsic 7/15/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Kalos: "Any questions?"
Miri: "What about our...cover on the *planet.* Like, I know we're supposed to be keeping a low profile, but what do we do if one of the locals spots us?"
Kalos: "These are low-techers- If a couple people spot you in the middle of no where that's fine- theyll just be crazy."
Kalos: "You only need to be concerned if a military spots you- Then just leave. Your ship does however, have two main advantages."
Kalos: "A really good ECM system, and the ability to go underwater."
Miri: "...so basically we'll be Bigfoot."
Cyril: "I think we've got it, then, if we already just need to try and be sneaky."
Cyril: (Oops)
Keith: (Keith is away still, right?)
Kalos: "Also- where's Keith?"
Keith: ( Also, <@!Dominic> is in the room, right? )
Kalos: (should be)
Keith: ( @here , I think someone just made an open question )
Cyril: "Wait where *is* Keith, did he get lost somewhere?"
Miri: _shrugs._
Cyril: _calls that critter on the implant. Dangit, this is supposed to be a meeting >:I_
Keith: "Huh?! What? Oh! i'll be coming soon!"
Keith: ( <@Kalos> , where in the ship Keith is right now?)
Kalos: (I dunno. Engine room maybe.)
Keith: (Also, did he manage to find the best cabin?)
Kalos: (and sure)
Keith: (Nice)
Keith: _Keith hurriedly makes his way to the meeting room_
Keith: (Is something going to happen between that, and when he arrives?)
Kalos: Nope.
Kalos: "Hey keith. About time you showed up. Or were you listening?"
Keith: "Listening...?"
Keith: "Uuuh- oooh, y-yeah"
Keith: "Of course I was."
Kalos: she sighs-
Kalos: "Okay, so, starting from the beginning-"
Keith: (Roll fast talk?)
Kalos: She rexplains everything -
Kalos: sure
Kalos: go ahead,
Keith: (Nah, I think Keith just blatantly failed)
Keith: (Otherwise, she wouldn't be explaining)
Keith: "Okay..."
Keith: "This is deeply concerning."
Dominic: (I am here)
Keith: "Do we have data on nukes?"
Kalos: "Nope."
Keith: "Grreeat."
Keith: "Alright, these kind of dicks have no sympathy from me. Messing with people that can't fight back, hmph. I am ready to kick their asses, I just don't know how, yet."
Kalos: "Well, that's for you to solve. First we take care of the problem on the planet, then we'll go deal with their corperate."
Dominic: Dominic peaks inside. "So what's going on? I heard nukes."
Keith: "Oh... So she'll have to explain it again..."
Kalos: her hands go onto her eyes, massaging her brows a bit-
Kalos: then suddenly, there's a cut in the video feed
Kalos: it loops back to "Okay, so, starting from the beginning.."
Miri: _chuckles._
Kalos: a couple minutes later, when it comes back, she has a bottle of some soporific substance on her counter, opened.
Kalos: "Any questions from you, Dominic?"
Dominic: "So, shoot anything that shoots us and there's scalie people. Oh and nukes. I think I got everything."
Keith: "There might or might not be nukes. We don't know."
Keith: "If there are nukes, we might die, if they explode close to us. It is a thing that can happen."
Keith: "Hope that they didn't develop that yet."
Dominic: Whispers to himself, "Nukes would be awesome..."
Keith: "So, we are supposed to deal with the technological contamination **first**?"
Keith: "Or am I getting it wrong, Runi?"
Keith: "Also, what are you drinking? I might want to try it later too."
Cyril: (god, poor runi)
Cyril: "I think we just need to, y'know, deal with the problems as opportunities come up. Order doesn't seem too important. Get miners to leave, get technology back, if it's leaked out."
Kalos: "You're going to deal with technological contamination first, yes."
Kalos: "beating up some clerks at a corperate building is easier and can wait."
Kalos: "Also this is..."
Kalos: she picks up the bottle, taking a look at the label
Cyril: ("formaldehyde")
Miri: ("It's *green.*")
Kalos: "Alpha's goose."
Cyril: (pffff)
Kalos: (it's a vodka brand from alpha centauri)
Miri: (brewed from the finest space potatoes and crystal clear comet water)
Keith: "Huh, ain't Alpha Centauri a bit far away from here? What year is it from?"
Keith: "Ah-ah, but, another thing. Isn't it better to deal with the root of the problem first?"
Cyril: (lol keith has his priorities straight)
Keith: "The corporate dicks probably will cause more contamination as we try to clean it up... Uh... Right?'
Kalos: "it's vodka."
Kalos: was her simple response to what year its from
Kalos: and she puts it back down. "The root of the problem won't solve the problem itself."
Keith: "Yes, and it comes from an earthly starch, yadda-yadda."
Miri: "Gotta deal with the symptoms before we can treat the disease."
Kalos: "And the longer we wait, the more time these turtle-guys have a chance to do something."
Keith: "Sure, point taken. But, if we ever get found out by the local populace, should we leave a monolith of sorts to throw them off?"
Cyril: _sends brain-computer-messages to Keith. "If people find us, we should totally take an angry mob of lizardpeople to the corporate headquarters."_
Keith: _Keith messages Cyril "Easier said than done. Try keeping the ship in one piece during that time."_
Kalos: "SUre why not. So long as its not too dangerous and doesn't have anything important on it."
Kalos: "We want them to continue to evolve their technology as normally as possible."
Keith: "Alright. Got it. We do plan on spacelifting them eventually, right? That's... the right term?"
Kalos: "No?"
Kalos: "I mean, the plan of the old council and the new, is to let them lift themselves, or die out of their own failures."
Miri: _hisses at Keith: "You ever watch that Next Generation episode, 'Who Watches the Watchers'? Prime Directive, yo."_
Kalos: "If they die, they probably aren't the sort of alien we want around."
Kalos: "And now is possibly the most critical time of all for them."
Keith: "Riiight... I suppose that people who don't know to play nice, should not be allowed in the playground."
Miri: "Or whose instinctive reaction, when presented with an h-bomb, is to play catch with it..."
Kalos: "afterall, now's finally when they really have the chance to blow themselves straight to hell."
Keith: "Hopefully without us in the middle. Anyways. I think this should be all, sorry for badgering you with questions..."
Keith: "... *Mom*."
Kalos: She blushes under her feathers- they stand on end for a moment. but it seems she pretends to not have heard it
Kalos: "ALright, well, good luck coordinates are on your ship computer. We'll send some knights to corporate later."
Kalos: and she hangs up- feed cutting.
Miri: (*corporate)
Cyril: _waves!_
Keith: (So, I think Lily had piloting, right?)
Cyril: "...I guess now would be a bad time to mention fusion-powered sports?"
Miri: "So I guess we've got a planet to save. Or allow to die. Something along those lines?"
Keith: (Please, someone got piloting on their sheets, because I don't)
Keith: "Ah, pretty much. Pretty much. But most importantly."
Keith: "We must make sure that no foreigin technology remains."
Cyril: (I think I have piloting but it's not very good :D )
Keith: (Better than default)
Kalos: (if no one has piloting an NPC can sit in.)
Cyril: (I've got aerospace and hp spacecraft at 10. Unless High Manual Dexterity would increase that... Then I have it at 13.)
Keith: (Can we have a kool NPC avali?)
Kalos: do you have navigate hyperspace?)
Cyril: (Whoops, I do not.)
Keith: (Googles and all?)
Cyril: ([quietly changes character sheet] oh lookit that, I can do hyperspace)
Cyril: (My default for hyperspace nav is already 8 haha)
Keith: (Can we vote [Yay] or [Nay] on the Pilot Kool Avali NPC?)
Kalos: (Won't be too strange to hve a pilot sit in the ship while you guys do stuff)
Cyril: (Cool Pilot NPC would be better than me :P )
Cyril: (Yeah)
Kalos: (one sec- )
Kalos: After a few moments of deliberation it becomes clear that the one they thought would be piloting the ship was Lily, who had to decline the offer for now and remained as a cop So instead someone had to be called in just to ferry everyone to the damn place.
Keith: (She had a bad case of the sickness)
Kalos: space cancer. don't worry its curable)
Keith: _Keith pats the back of the pilot "Heeeey, welcome to the team!"_
Cyril: (Don't worry we'll just synth you a new body)
Keith: "Name's Keith, nice to meet ya."
Miri: ("Do you like your organs, or *like* like them?")
Cyril: (Any parts you don't need?? We can stick some batteries in there, it'll be great)
Keith: (Since Lily undergoes synth cannibalism. I guess that she *like* like **LICK** them) 😛
Miri: ("Now eat your organs; they're good for you." "...This is some Hannibal Lecter shit, man.")
Keith: (Hahaha)
Keith: (Pilot silently does his/her work?)
Kalos: The pilot, a black, white, with hints of blues shows up half an hour later, knocking on the main airlock
Cyril: _opens the spacedoor!_
Kalos: They give a wave- "You're Cyril?" they chirp- their words carry the same meaning as anyone else, but their spoken sounds come off as strange and unusual, at least for an avali, incorperating clicks and more guttoral sounds you're not used to.
Cyril: _looks up and down the hall, shows them to the room where their meeting with Runi was. Or, wherever everybody else went. "That's me." Already misses zap-rat pilot, darn replacements c.c_
Kalos: "Alright- got the right ship then! where's the cockpit?" he asks, stepping onto the ship. They're wearing a pilot's vaccsuit- mostly seen on star fighter pilots and cut down versions on racers.
Miri: _cocks her head. Carefully._
Miri: "What's that accent?" she blurts.
Cyril: "Wow, cool suit."
Keith: "Wait. Can you repeat that?"
Kalos: "Oh, Ryrlcusian- Yea it's a little weird out here, but I grew up around a bunch of bugs!"
Keith: "Man. I'll be honest with ya."
Miri: "Oh, that's...interesting!" Miri says, with a mix of earnest interest and careful tact.
Keith: "I wished you never stopped talking."
Cyril: (*A bunch of bugs?* <http://i.imgur.com/xEliDGZ.png> )
Kalos: he blushes kind of similar to what Runi did, making his way to the chair and taking a moment to adjust it to his size
Keith: "Hey, guys, I'll be in my bunk for a while, if..." Keith then pauses, his sight wandering over to Miri for a moment, before continuing "If anyone needs anything from me, just... Go there."
Miri: "Okie-doke."
Kalos: He watches Keith leave- but doesn't comment. "So- where we we headed?" he starts up the ship-
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 16 [3d6 = 5, 5, 6]
Kalos: (does fine!)
Cyril: "It's a planet called Ranias II. Coordinates are in the computer."
Kalos: "Alright, we're gonna be in the pink stuff for a few days- Hope you brought snacks for us."
Kalos: and begins to take off- he's plugged into the ship computer, making the navigation route as he takes off and starts to lift off.
Cyril: _quickly skitters back to make sure they've stocked snacks._
Keith: _Keith messages Miri "Miri, come to my quarters, I would like to talk to you for a spell."_
Miri: _messages back, "hmm...sure."_
Miri: And she finds her way to Keith's quarters.
Kalos: Cyril; there are in fact, plenty of snacks
Cyril: Whew.
Keith: "Miri." Keith dryly says, sitting on his bed while staring at Miri, as she enters the room.
Cyril: (Uh oh what's goin on)
Keith: "So. I don't think we should beat around the bush, but before that, close the door, this is a private conversation."
Keith: ( <@!Miri> ?)
Kalos: (can't say I know what's going on either)
Kalos: (so i'm waiting to see)
Keith: (I can tell you, if you want me to spoil it)
Cyril: (Do y'all have secret plans, is there gonna be a rebellion? :3 )
Miri: _closes the door._
Miri: "What's up?"
Miri: She raises an eyebrow.
Keith: "What was the worse thing you have ever done?" Keith asks, his brows furrowing deeper with each word.
Miri: "...letting my best friend get beaten half to death. Why?"
Keith: "... Okay... That sounds pretty bad." Keith says, relaxing slightly "I am glad you are being honest now, rather than back when, when we confronted you about what you talked with Runi about."
Keith makes a pause
"However. Could you elaborate, please?"
Miri: _takes a breath. The words are coming out easily, almost as if rehearsed._
Miri: "When I was young, I was friends with a Chierun boy. The class and species difference made us an unlikely pair, but we were...well, we were close. Then my parents..." She pauses, as if trying to force the memory to light. "...my parents sent men after him, to 'send a message.' I was too late to stop them. They almost killed him. He lost an arm, but his grandfather...well, he was the same cybernetics expert who made my body, so he got a new one, but still...we haven't talked at all in years."
Keith: "Heavy stuff... Sorry for giving you a hard time, Miri."
Miri: "No, it's fine, it's...I'm just glad have people I can talk to about this," she says.
Keith: "Well, heh! You are welcome then!"
Kalos: (gonna do another one with Cyril? Anything else you guys wana do in 1d/2+1 days?
Kalos: !roll 1d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 1d6 for 3 [1d6 = 3]
Kalos: 3
Keith: (well. I think Keith will eventually goad everyone into a drink-off)
Keith: (If he can)
Keith: (~~Because he can win~~)
Keith: (Unless <@!Miri> wants to add things to that scene, first)
Cyril: (Cyril has poison vulnerability, that'll be "fun")
Miri: "So um..." She folds her hands behind her back. "Your turn."
Keith: "Riight... I guess I own you that."
Keith: "So, I come from a rich family, and lived a sheltered life, until..."
Keith: "So. They gave me money for my higher education, otherwise known as *university*."
Keith: "But instead of doing the smart thing, of just doing the normal thing, getting a place in the family business, and earning lots of cash."
Keith: "I decided to believe that there was no point in getting money, because the end was coming, and so... I **used money**, yes, the money I was supposed to used on my education... I used it all on mods."
Keith: "I could make a demosntration, to punctuate my stupidity."
Keith: "But you already saw it."
Cyril: (Ah, I see it's foamspewing time)
Miri: "Heh heh...no, I can totally see where you're coming from. When I did that to Khlass, I was...I was in a dark place for a long, long while. It took a lot to get out of it...part of it was the urge to get as far away from my planet as possible."
Keith: "Well... In my case..."
Keith: "I still attended family dinners every now and then... Striving to prove to them that I was not a failure, by talking about the job that I managed to get... The *menial jobs*... That I would always fail to keep."
Keith: "Being a cop... Was the greatest accomplishment I had ever done, and it seems like it was the thing that *somehow* made them shut up. Looking back to it, I don't know **why it worked**."
Keith: Keith pauses for some time, before catching himself back up "Sorry" He says "kinda rambled on for a bit."
Miri: "No, it's fine, it's just..." Her expression turns wistful. "I guess I'm just a little jealous in a weird way. They might do it in a weird way, but...they *care*. Me, I...I'm the fourth child, and second daughter at that. The most my parents really wanted for me was to look pretty and get foisted off on some twit. The 'second prize' trophy." She shudders.
Keith: "Urk... Uuurk... I might have been gene-engineered with the fortitude of nearly never *needing* to throw up from chemicals, but I can very much throw up from hearing from terrible parenting..."
Keith: "Nonetheless, yeah, you are right. My parents did really care for me, one way or another, but I *really* messed it up... It's really on me."
Miri: "...You can't help being scared of things. I think...I think to a large part, our fears are what help make us who we are."
Keith: "Yeah, you have a point..." Keith says, before turning to the side and mumbling to himself *"Not like I managed to shake off that fear, anyways."*
Keith: "Say. We'll be stuck in this tincan for some time. Wanna hang out sometime? Do... I don't know, just, whatever?"
Miri: "Sure. What've we got for movies on board this thing? Hopin' they've got all five John Wick films; we could make a marathon of it..."
Keith: "Deal. Let's do it."
Keith: (Aaand, scene, I think?)
Miri: (agreed)
Kalos: (gonna involve cyril or just skipping to the planet (or whatever point, like just outside the system) then?)
Keith: (If No one else does anything interesting...)
Keith: ( @here , Keith will probably try to goad people, on the second day, into a drinking contest.)
Miri: (CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!)
Cyril: (pfff)
Keith: (You can't handle Keith's liver, but you wanna roll anyways?)
Cyril: (I have spacedrugs. :3 )
Kalos: Then Rylex will have no choice but to try
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 9 [3d6 = 2, 6, 1]
Kalos: roll and don't critfail
Miri: (I'd roll carousing, right?)
Kalos: (mhm- though, you''re immune I think!)
Kalos: / don't process alcohol at all )
Miri: (true!)
Kalos: glorious.
Miri: (she can totes fake it though)
Miri: (and I feel like a *little* alcohol gets through~)
Miri: !g 12
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 4 (degree 8; critical success!)
Miri: (WOO!)
Keith: !g 13
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 7 (degree 6; success)
Cyril: _tries, but with susceptibility, rapidly ends up under a table._
Keith: (I also got my +8 liver, don't know how to factor that in)
Keith: (Roll it, still, Cryril 😼 )
Cyril: (Wait what's carousing default)
Keith: ( HT-4)
Cyril: !groll 6 :D
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 9 (degree -3; failure)
Keith: (Didn't critfail, survived)
Kalos: In the end, Keith loses.
Kalos: which is to say, they realize it is futile against Miri
Keith: "Tish's bullshith..." A Drunk Keith says, to a less Drunk Miri "Ya gotta be kiddi' me..."
Miri: "C'mon, fellas! Is that all you got?" To rub salt in the wound, Miri pops her head off and starts pouring booze straight down her neck chute. ***"WOO!"***
Cyril: (pffff jesus)
Cyril: _becomes convinced Miri's head is some kind of cat toy. o-o_
Keith: "I got tish livah so I wouulld nevah hav to worry 'bouth drinkin'..."
Kalos: Rylex is back in bed again
Miri: *"Glug glug glug glug glug..."* She's not actually drinking; she's just making drinking noises with her mouth.
Kalos: on their side.
Keith: "Migh'v... Jufh spenth mor moneh on mah **dick** 'stead... 'least tat worksh. Can confirm." Keith then bashes his head on the table "Shhtill... 'Wake."
Cyril: _emails " :3 " to Keith_
Kalos: heh-
Keith: "Why ish ther a catfac' in mah vison...?"
Kalos: What honor will Miri take with her victory
Miri: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm goin' to my room to *celebrate*," Miri says, dangling her head in her hand like a trophy.
Miri: She struts off, and if you're sober enough to notice, she's already in the process of pulling down her shorts before she closes the door behind her.
Keith: _Keith tries to return to his bunk_
Keith: <@Kalos>
Keith: wanna let the dice decide
Keith: where Keith ends up?
Cyril: On the floor
Kalos: !roll 2d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 2d6 for 9 [2d6 = 6, 3]
Kalos: engine room
Keith: "..."
Cyril: (Where he meets a large beetle...)
Keith: (Lemme roll IQ -3)
Keith: !g 9
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 11 (degree -2; failure)
Keith: Keith fails to realize this is not his bunk
Cyril: (ahaha)
Keith: *Day two passes by uneventifully*
Keith: ("All calm in the [blank] front")
Kalos: Day three-
Kalos: Rylex is back at the help- and sends a message to everyone "Where should I stop this thing?"
Cyril: "How good's our ECM?"
Keith: "Do they have a moon? Try the dark side of the moon... I don't know..." Keith answers, nursing his headache.
Keith: "I should have gotten the anti-hangover treatment."
Cyril: _approaches Keith with a hypospray-gun. :D_
Miri: Miri wakes up, pants on the floor, head between her thighs. She yawns and stretches. She hasn't enjoyed herself like that in a long, long while.
Keith: "What. What are you doing? Cyril, what is this? What is that? **What are you doing?!**"
Cyril: "Fixin' your headache!"
Keith: "WHAT AM I DOING."
Cyril: (Presumably, Rylex can hear all this over the radio.)
Keith: "IN THE ENGINE ROOM?!"
Miri: She puts herself back together, figuratively and literally, and exits her quarters to the sound of shouting.
Cyril: "...What am *I* doing in the engine room?"
Keith: _Keith's yell reverberates through to the spaceship_
Cyril: _hypospray's Keith's neck, if he's already yelling._
Keith: _Keith pauses_
Keith: "Did you just fucking."
Keith: "Inject me with chemicals?"
Cyril: "No, it's not an injection, exactly. Uses air pressure."
Kalos: "one second..."
Kalos: he starts to operate the sensors-
Keith: "IS THIS THE FACE! OF SOMEONE! WHO CARES! FOR THE DISTINCTION?!"
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 11 [3d6 = 5, 4, 2]
Keith: (Keith says, while being a tiny fluffthing)
Cyril: "...You don't care about the headache any more though, do you?"
Cyril: _looks proud. Expert doctor._
Keith: "... No, what the hell was that?"
Cyril: _looks down at the vial, scratches the back of his head. "Well, it's the part of surgical anesthesia that makes you not feel pain..."_
Kalos: Rylex waits for everyone to calm down before saying anything- he's on the comms of course.
Cyril: (Spacedrug that grants high pain threshhold :B )
Keith: (Wait)
Keith: (Oh, ok)
Miri: _isn't moving a synthetic muscle. She'd rather not find herself in the middle of whatever the hell is causing all that shouting, especially after waking up in such a good mood._
Keith: _Keith stands up, and starts to walk towards his bunk_
Keith: "Well, that is that, then."
Keith: ( <@Kalos> , does Keith find Miri on the way to his bunk)
Kalos: !roll 1d2
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 1d2 for 1 [1d2 = 1]
Kalos: nope
Keith: (wow, big ship)
Kalos: "You guys done?"
Keith: "Yes. I think." Keith answers in the Comms
Cyril: "My patient is healed."
Kalos: "Okay, planet has 5 satellites. three of them are rocks the size of a space station- two of them are only a few meters across, so I think they're not natural."
Cyril: "Uh oh, they probably have things that might be able to see us, hiding behind a moon sounds like a good plan."
Kalos: "Alright- I'll take us in close and drop onto one."
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 12 [3d6 = 2, 5, 5]
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 8 [3d6 = 3, 3, 2]
Kalos: THe ship has a little noticble lurch as it drops out of hyperspace- the plnet, the star, and all such in plain view
Kalos: One of the Moons coming in quickly, though Rylex has a confident look on his face as it becomes bigger and bigger, before it blocks out the planet entirely.
Kalos: and then...  you can hear the ship's landing gear starting to grip at the surface.
Kalos: including drilling a little.
Kalos: "Got it."
Cyril: "Nice landing. Do we have probes or anything we can launch around the moon to scan the planet for a landing site, or signs of the mining headquarters?"
Keith: "Wait."
Keith: "If the mining thingy is going to the planet and causing problems"
Keith: "Can we catch them red-handed, and go from there?"
Kalos: "no probes- we do have a sensor array we can deploy outward though- and just watch the system."
Cyril: "Oh, okay. And we were supposed to gather or destroy any high-tech stuff that'd gotten out first, right?"
Keith: "We are supposed to clean the planet from technology above the level that is already developed there."
Kalos: "uh.. I don't know your mission soo..." he twiddles his thumbs
Keith: "WHY- WHAT- WHO"
Miri: _walks in. "What's up?"_
Keith: "DID ANYONE TELL ME THAT?!"
Kalos: "What?"
Cyril: "Oh. Oops. Can we listen for hyperspace broadcasts? I think that's how we found out about the miners. If we just go through the towns and stuff in the surrounding area, we should find any problems, right?"
Cyril: "Or... Do we have a map with their complex on it already?"
Keith: "CYRIL! HE LITERALLY DOES NOT KNOW OUR MISSION! WE SHOULD NOT BE TELLING HIM THAT!"
Kalos: "There's a few broadcasts here-" he brings it up on one of the monitors.
Cyril: "He's part of our crew!"
Keith: "I THOUGHT THAT TOO!"
Kalos: "I don't think its a secret."
Miri: "Listen. You two. *Compartmentalization,*" Miri hisses.
Kalos: "Or else they should have gotten someone else other than me."
Kalos: "Anyway-"
Kalos: "So this first one-' he highlights it on the monitor
Keith: "THEN WHY- OOHH- OOOOOH MY GOD! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE!"
Kalos: "This is a probe orbiting the -" he shuts up.
Cyril: _gets out his hypospray again?_
Kalos: "Are you drunk *still*?"
Keith: "..."
Keith: "I need to wash my mouth"
Cyril: "He did drink a *lot*."
Keith: "Actually."
Keith: "But I only have a little bit of headache."
Kalos: he seems surprisingly calm when someone is yelling right beside him. Like he's used to it
Keith: "Sorry for my outburst, I'll be right back."
Keith: _Keith walks off, so he can actually wash himself._
Kalos: He waits for keith to leave, glancing side to side.
Kalos: "Anyway- This probe's set up by the council about 4 decades ago when this place was first found"
Kalos: "its still beaming its whole warning thing about it being under protection and all that. No one's listening on the other end though."
Keith: (Kalos, tell me when Keith is probably done)
Kalos: (k)
Kalos: "... probably. Encrypted and all that- the sensor bit that says when someone shows up."
Kalos: "And then we got 3 signals, on the planet- these are all the close range ones."
Kalos: "and you know, countless flowing in from everywhere."
Kalos: "Everything within this system and the next few parsecs- few minute's jump range."
Kalos: "speaking of which I took the liberty of cutting our hypernet since you mentioned we're trying to catch people here."
Kalos: "and thus, hide."
Cyril: "Okay, so, we probably want to land somewhere near there, without too much around it so the ship won't be discovered. And good."
Keith: ("WHY CAN'T I UPDATE MY SPACEBOOK PAGE?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!")
Keith: (JK)
Cyril: (pfff)
Kalos: "They're in different places."
Cyril: "...Oh. Uh oh."
Cyril: "I thought there was only one compound."
Kalos: "I could iff interrogate the ships and get their models and all that, or hail them. but that'l tell them we're right here and maybe not something you want."
Cyril: "Yeah, that'd be bad. I guess we just need to... Go in all stealthy and see what's up with them? They probably shouldn't be here anyway."
Keith: (Ooooh... An infiltration mission...)
Keith: (I hope you guys added gecko gear to your spacesuits)
Kalos: "i could go to one of them all sneaky-like if that's what you want."
Cyril: _starts getting his gear. Has a suit, and some big mysterious metal box, dotted with tiny holes and strapped to his belt. New kit._
Miri: "All I need is me and my bod," Miri says, twirling a pair of cuffs around her finger.
Cyril: "...And those handcuffs?"
Kalos: Keith is done now
Cyril: "Hey Keith! Wanna see something great?"
Keith: _Keith return_
Keith: "Huh? Ssssure?"
Cyril: _strikes a pose. He's quickly surrounded by a fog of... Tiny flying insects? Uh oh._
Keith: _Keith squints, trying to check its Infrared signature._
Cyril: _got swarmbots!_
Kalos: Rylex: "So...."
Keith: "So, what they do?"
Cyril: "They, uh, poison people. Just a little bit."
Keith: "So they inject chemicals on people, against their will."
Keith: "Like you do."
Cyril: "Yeah, but not the headache-fixing kind!"
Miri: _looks between the two of them. She wonders what kind of bad blood could've happened between them during her, ah, *reverie.*_
Keith: "You literally injected stuff into my neck! While I was yelling! How was I supposed to know what it did? Also, it still was against my will."
Cyril: "But you don't have a headache."
Keith: "Right. What would you do, if I suddenly tried to inject something on your neck?"
Cyril: "Well, what're you injecting?"
Keith: "THAT'S MY POINT!"
Kalos: Rylex sits back into his seat,  doing something on his implant in that sort of glazed eye look.
Cyril: "Hopefully headache medicine! I'd be fine."
Miri: _continues to look between them, smiling nervously as if suddenly getting the feeling she's looking in on an impromptu comedy rehearsal._
Keith: _Keith facepalms_
Keith: "Anyways."
Keith: "I still don't know."
Keith: "What I was doing in the engine room."
Keith: "Why did I even mention this? God."
Miri: "You were drunk, probably? Oughtta check the warranty on your cyborg liver. Or trade it in on a newer model."
Keith: "Genemodded liver."
Miri: "Still oughtta check the warranty on it."
Cyril: "Oh, so the warranty's probably encoded in all your genes. Want me to check?"
Miri: _looks a little disturbed that her silly suggestion might actually be factual._
Keith: "I have the warranty on my implant- Can  we get back on track?!"
Cyril: "Oh. Right. Should we check out the signals?"
Keith: "Also, it's been years, it's probably expired- SORRY! BACK ON TRACK!"
Kalos: Rylex is too busy doing whatever it is on their implant to notice.
Cyril: _email-beeps Rylex._
Kalos: he awakens suddenly- "Oh!"
Kalos: "What'd you decide?" he looks around.
Cyril: "We're gonna go investigate the signals, right?"
Keith: "Uh... What did I miss?"
Kalos: "I'm no hacker if that's what you want."
Cyril: "I mean, in-person. One of them must be at the mining complex."
Keith: "Right, so, what is our boarding plan?"
Cyril: "Don't get spotted. Beyond that, uh, we'll have to see what we're dealing with."
Miri: "That should be easy. If I had a middle name, it'd be 'stealth,'" Miri grins, as if she isn't a bright pink buxom catgirl with a detachable head.
Miri: (though in all honesty I forgot she has a 14 in Stealth)
Cyril: _returns his swarm-bots to their box, slings forcerifle over his back. Stealth._
Keith: "Do we have biosuits with morphwear, and rainbow?"
Keith: "Also, we got gecko gear on our suits, right?"
Kalos: "I know I'm not stepping off this thing."
Cyril: "Good plan."
Miri: (wait, uh, should I have bought gecko gear, or is that a thing that's automatically part of our stuff?)
Cyril: (You can buy it if you want, but, I dunno if we'll need all that much climbing)
Keith: (Well)
Keith: (Do you want to grab on to the exterior of ships?)
Keith: (Or, genrally, grab on to things in 0-g)
Cyril: (Oh, yeah, useful)
Keith: ( <@!Miri> , how much money you have extra?)
Miri: ("Like a billion")
Miri: ($11,368)
Kalos: (i'll allow you to get it retroactively)
Keith: (Eh, that should be enough)
Kalos: (since I know keith would have told you to have gotten it )
Keith: (keith is a prepper, everyone becomes a prepper around him, because he is like that)
Miri: (on both gloves and boots, right?)
Miri: (it's the one that comes in four pieces under Ultra Tech, right?)
Keith: (At least, you could also get the full bodysuit, instead- Acutally it is in...)
Cyril: (Each hand/foot pad costs $500, can support 50lb of weight, so if you're more than 150lb you need all four)
Keith: (Waaaait)
Cyril: (It's a good thing Cyril has six paws)
Keith: (Waaaaait)
Keith: (Not the same thing)
Cyril: ?
Keith: (Check <#233836927210487809> )
Miri: (anyways, I'm fine with calling it if everyone else is)
Keith: (It is a good cliffhanger)
Keith: (And an opportunity to come up with an actual plan)
Keith: (not)
Cyril: (Yeah, we can jump to ground attack next time >:D )
Keith: (Because everyone will forget to be smart between sessions)
Cyril: (You better believe Cyril has even more robots to use)
Miri: (anybody gonna !end session? <@Kalos>?)
Cyril: !end