NationStates Jolt Archive

Our Glorious Alpha Complex has experienced a great crisis! This crisis is top secret, and any unauthorized personnel exhibiting knowledge of this crisis are to be shot on sight. Friend Computer has contacted a team of troubleshooters, who will seek out and put a stop to this obvious commie mutant terrorism! The Computer is your friend. The computer protects you from commie mutant traitors. Stay alert! Trust no one! Keep your laser handy!

On a related note, [deleted for security reasons] is unavailable until further notice.

(OOC:) Alpha complex has no stated contact with the outside world. You are all Red citizens, and troubleshooters. Alpha complex is a massive underground facility, set after some major disaster. Alpha complex is run by Friend Computer. Citizens are ranked by the level of trust the computer has in them, starting with infrared (black) and going up to Ultraviolet (white) while passing ROYGBIV along the way. All red citizens must obey orders from orange citizens, and orange from yellow, and so on. If you want to play something nonstandard, please ask first. I'll be playing the role of Friend Computer, and in general GMing.

you are a troubleshooter. You have a mutant power, and you are a member of a secret society. Mutant powers and secret societies are treason. you also have five backup clones, which will receive your memories and possessions in the event of your death. The name scheme in the complex is (name)(security clearance)(birth sector)(clone number) so a clone named mac, who is a red citizen, and was cloned in THY sector, and was on his third clone, would be named Mac-R-Thy-3.

Also, Glorious Alpha Complex is not yet open to the outside world, because I'd like to have at least thirty million people before I do that.)

Who will answer Friend Computer's call?

(OOC: and, as always, demonstrating knowledge of the rules is treason?)

RED clearance Troubleshooter Jack-OHF-1 happily answers the call with exhuberance, Friend Computer, within a standard deviation of HPD&MC's standards!

(ooc: I just thought of this: A perk for those who are aware of Paranoia. If you are aware of the game, you may choose your secret society, and let me know in a PM. If you are not aware, I will either roll randomly or choose it for you. Mutations will be selected either randomly or by my whim. Also, all players must choose at least one tic. A tic is something your character does that would make them easily stand out from others. This could be a literal tic, as in an eye twitch, or something more subtle, such as a need to always find a mirror and make sure your hair looks right.)

(OOC: Ah yes, tics. I WILL CHOOSE TWO!)

Jack-R-OHF-1

Security Clearance: RED
Service Firm: To Be Determined (TBD)

Physical Description: Jack looks as close to an up-and-coming BLUE-clearance citizen as much as he is authorized to within RED-clearance regulations. Marketing-style business hair, excellent facial hygiene, and generally the sort of somehow smarmy goody-good slime attitude that most people just want to punch in the face.

Specializations (Corresponding Deficiencies): Bootlicking (Chutzpah), Oratory (Intimidation), Sleight of Hand (Disguise), Financial Systems (Operating Systems), Suggestion (Medical).

Narrow Specializations (Corresponding Skill): Faking the voice of a well-known Blue news reporter in order to cut in line at the local PLC branch office (Management); Swapping PDCs for small narrow booklets of a particular nature (Stealth); Somehow managing to keep someone between him and someone with a cone rifle (Violence); Getting two bags of algae chips for the price of one from that one cafeteria vending machine with the anti-theft dispenser door that tends to stick (Hardware); Confusing a particular jackobot model with a long string of grammatically accurate but semantically obtuse commands (Software); Converting gelgernine and some approved-borscht-flavored Hot Fun into a drinkable concoction passably similar to what those traitorous Romantics would call a "Bloody Mary" (Wetware).

Tics (Example): Grinning at inappropriate times ("Well, let me look at that laser wound there. That Commie sure got you good." *grins* "Hey, look, a malignant tumor!"). Reading everything in an overblown, stentorian tone and monolithic pace ("INNNNNgredients: POtassium sULFate, magNEEEEEsium hyDROXide... and... table SALT." [add 'Amen' to the end to get the proper feel]).

Name: Logan Namee [Low-gun Nuh-me]
Clearance: red.
Appearance: Mr. Namee is almost exactly like young Michael York, except for looks, talent and money.
Tic: If able to get out of Alpha complex will do so (esspecialy if there's a girl with him, and his best friend is hunting him). Runs alot.

Name: Logan Namee [Low-gun Nuh-me]
Clearance: red.
Appearance: Mr. Namee is almost exactly like young Michael York, except for looks, talent and money.
Tic: If able to get out of Alpha complex will do so (esspecialy if there's a girl with him, and his best friend is hunting him). Runs alot.

First of all, you don't quite have the naming conventions right. Logan-R-NME-1 would be about right.

And getting out of alpha complex is something nearly everyone wants to do. So your tic can be running. You run everywhere, whenever you think you can get away with it.

Your service firm is Bot Processing within Research and Design. Bot Processing finds, repairs, and reinstalls bot brains. More will be communicated via TG.

At least one more troubleshooter is required. Failure to volunteer is treason.

(OOC: I'll edit this post with a character later, if that's okay with you. I'm sort of behind on time right now, but I'd like to throw my hat in the... errr... mainframe.)

Here we go.

Name: Gabe-R-HEL-1
Clearance: Red
Physical Description: Very, very tall, prone to banging head on things. Unkempt dark hair with terrible mutton-chop sideburns. Far too much body hair. Terrible teeth. Generally looks like something that creation chewed up and spat out. Speaks slowly and in slurred syllables due to an oversized jaw. Jutting forehead.
Tics: Never ducks before entering low overhangs and is thus prone to banging head a lot. Snorts when laughing. Has this obnoxious wheezing breath--especially while running--that agitates the hell out of people.

(OOC: I'll edit this post with a character later, if that's okay with you. I'm sort of behind on time right now, but I'd like to throw my hat in the... errr... mainframe.)

Here we go.

Name: Gabe-R-HEL-1
Clearance: Red
Physical Description: Very, very tall, prone to banging head on things. Unkempt dark hair with terrible mutton-chop sideburns. Far too much body hair. Terrible teeth. Generally looks like something that creation chewed up and spat out. Speaks slowly and in slurred syllables due to an oversized jaw. Jutting forehead.
Tics: Never ducks before entering low overhangs and is thus prone to banging head a lot. Snorts when laughing. Has this obnoxious wheezing breath--especially while running--that agitates the hell out of people.

Note: You were born in HEL sector. HEL sector is a terrible place, and you were lucky to make it out alive.

Your service firm is clone tank support services, within Tech Services. You manage the clone tanks from which all citizens are made and remade. More will come by TM

anyway it's obvious no one else is showing up, so I guess I'll start. you all receive a mission alert.

Troubleshooters! Your home, alpha complex, has need of you! A foul crisis, commie sabotage, has struck our complex. YOU are needed to mount an investigation! Proceed immediately to briefing room 420BBQ and recieve your mission! Stay alert! Trust no one! Keep your laser handy!

None of you know where 420BBQ is, and you know that your secret societies (not that any of you have any, of course...) will want you to contact them before any troubleshooter mission. You also are all aware that the cold fun vending machines all seem to be out, and you saw another clone ask about this just before a cieling mounted turret turned him to ash.

OoC: too late for me to jump in?

OoC: too late for me to jump in?

It's never too late, troubleshooter! Especially since the others seem to have gotten scared off... how could that happen...?

Pei - R - BAK -1

Security Clearance: RED
Departmental Services: PLC

Secret Society: will TG you

Pei is a small girl, easily overlooked and frequently forgotten. Black shoulder length hair, Petite frame and a general mousey outlook.

her uniform is tailor cut (unusual, but she explains that's because her size would make her "out of uniform" so she went through the paperwork to have her uniforms tailor made for her.)

Pei staggered into her quarters. tired but happy. another traitor was eliminated and while she didn't do the actual arrest, it was her information that led to his apprehension.

Pouring herself a stimulant, her PDA quitely hummed at her hip. Pulling out "Junior" she read the message that flashed on her screen.

Troubleshooters! Your home, alpha complex, has need of you! A foul crisis, commie sabotage, has struck our complex. YOU are needed to mount an investigation! Proceed immediately to briefing room 420BBQ and recieve your mission! Stay alert! Trust no one! Keep your laser handy!

sighing, she pulled up a saved map she... confiscated... yeah... confiscated off of a traitor and looked up where 420BBQ was located. Damn, not here... is it a new section?

"Junior" shivered as it waited a reply.

"Ok, sorry Junior." she said as she replied with a "Recieved and comply" message of her own.

she needed that location and the only one who can help her is her best friend.

she sat at the terminal, allowing the natural flow of her system to re-align and when she felt that all was right. she typed in the following.

"Friend Computer, this is Citizen Pei-R-BAK-1, I have a query for you. I have been requested to report to 420BBQ and I confess that I am not familiar with the location of said area. I am asking my friend, The Computer, if I could have some instructions to travel to Location 420BBQ so that I may serve the Great Computer and all her loyal Citizens. of course, as always, the information asked is only for clearance RED and below. and such information will be destroyed in accordance to procedure to prevent them from falling into the hands of those traitors who would dare move against the Great Friend Computer.

Your humble servant awaits your reply.

also, this loyal friend wishes to report a horrendous rumor that the cold fun vending machines all seem to be out is being spread by some malicous traitor. Ded-R-MET-4 passed this rumor on to me and I have not had the opportunity to procure a Cold Fun Beverage to prove the scandalous lies are false, I do humbly ask that your Honest and Loyal Troubleshooters look into the matter.

The computer is my Friend. I am Happy that the Computer is looking out for me."

She hit the send key and when the message was sent, she disconnected herself from the terminal and went to get ready. Refreshing herself, changing from her PLC uniform and into her RED Troubleshooter Uniform, complete with laser and other gear. occasionally looking at the terminal for a reply to her query.

The computer replies: Citizen, while that information is normally above your security clearance, I feel that, in light of your obvious patriotism, I can make an acception." The computer proceeds to give you detailed instructions on how to get there. If you follow them, you will realize that they are actually correct, as well.

"Also Citizen, Internal security will be by to ask you some questions about your knowledge of the cold fun incident. Please do not allow this to delay your briefing, as tardiness is Treason. I am sure your interrogation will be over with quickly."

the computer chips as Pei finishes strapping on her laser and securing two extra energy clips to her belt.

The computer replies: Citizen, while that information is normally above your security clearance, I feel that, in light of your obvious patriotism, I can make an acception." The computer proceeds to give you detailed instructions on how to get there. If you follow them, you will realize that they are actually correct, as well.

"Also Citizen, Internal security will be by to ask you some questions about your knowledge of the cold fun incident. Please do not allow this to delay your briefing, as tardiness is Treason. I am sure your interrogation will be over with quickly."

Pei reads the reply and her fingers dance on the keyboard

"most certainly, Friend computer, I will be waiting their arrivial, Can this humble Red citizen request a hovercar to her location so that she may insure to give the security as much information as possible without fear of comitting the treasonous act of being tardy to the breifing?"

*Just as Pei hit the send key, her door chime sounds out.*

wow... they were quick... too quick...

*Pei loosen her laser and presses the intercom button.*

"yes?"

Meanwhile, Jack is doing what he likes doing best when he's not participating in a Mandatory Spontaneous Fun Rally or his preferred Elective Activity or Pursuit Club (OHF Sector Writers of Praise to Glorious Friend Computer's Name): sitting in a confession booth, letting Friend Computer know all about his petty little errors, indiscretions, and various insubordinations that don't exactly amount to treason. He's very careful not to make any up, however, as that would be lying to Friend Computer, he'd have to report it to Friend Computer, and of course, lying to Friend Computer is treason.

To give you an idea of just how much he enjoys doing this sort of thing, he has a written list. "Aaaand I thought that the Hot Fun in OHF Sector RED-Clearance Cafeteria Number 7-stroke-Gee wasn't as good today as it was yesterday, which is clearly in error as Friend Computer provides only the best in algae food products with consistent quality and nutrition, and I thought last Onesday's piece of fresh fruit, graciously given to me by Friend Computer as a reward, may have been just a tiny bit rotten due to the texture"--actually, it was less an apple and more a paste by the time he got it--"which is of course false, and after eating it I inappropriately used the valuable time and effort of several docbots due to a failure to properly appreciate the gifts of serving Friend Computer and the greater Alpha Complex"--food poisoning--"and--"

He's somewhat surprised when the Computer terminal in the booth interrupts him politely to inform him of his new task, but he brightens instantly. Another opportunity to Serve the Computer! Hallelujah! The probably well over-standards glee carries well in his stentorian voice. He would make a good announcer for the Teela-O-MLY Show, if he had the clearance. "Oh, gloriously outstanding news, Friend Computer! I serve with joy in my heart!" He instantly flips open his standard-issue PDC and gets to looking up the briefing room's location before quickly being waved off by indications that the information is outside of his security clearance. He doesn't frown. "I serve, Friend Computer, but I have a humble request to make of your greatness and tremble at my insufficiency to the task at hand, yet you, Friend Computer, help us all with justice and wisdom. Please, Friend Computer, may I be assigned with a brevet pass for the specific purpose of finding the location of the briefing room so I may serve you better, and please forgive me for both the inadequacy of my clearance and my potential insolence in asking for such a boon should it not fit into your great and just plan for Alpha Complex."

no answer... Pei opens the door and looks at the box on the ground. checking to see if anyone's around, she picked up the box and secured her door.

opening the box, she realized that it was from her friends. she carefully unwrapped a new PDA. turning it on, she noticed a message waiting for her.

"Agent. this new PDA has a new feature that you need to assess. the screen is now in color and the backlight will allow for reading in the dark. also the techs managed to get the sound to play in 'Stereo'. please give us your report on these new features and as always, please keep it a secret for there are many out there that would like to see this innovation destroyed."

"Ohh... color... sorry junior, but you're now obsolete."

Pei attached the new PDA to Junior and proceeded to download all information into the new device.

several minutes later, the PDA pings and Pei puts her new... hmmm... she sits back to ponder what to call this...

"Junior... the second... Junior two... I like it."

She puts Junior II into her pocket and places Junior the Obsolete into the box. she pulls a tab hidden in the packaging and tosses the box into the main garbage chute. when it hits bottom, the acid capsules will break, melting the whole mess into a plastic lump that would then be untraceable as to where it came from and what it held.

Taking Junior II out of her pocket, she transferrs the map to 420BBQ into it and proceeds to make Junior II hers... by playing Mindsweeper and putting her initials on the High Score.