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  1. Don't think I've posted this one before.
  2. Unknown Xenobiologist flex.
  3. I found the one screenshot I have of the best stealth nukies I've ever seen. Came in as assistants, perfectly quiet locker ingress. Just as a radiation storm starts, they end up in the same paint as the HOP and CMO. I don't remember if comms were out at this point or not, but they managed to arm the nuke and leave before 75% of the crew had any idea there were nukies. It was a thing of beauty.
  4. Your images seem to be broken :-( Could you provide the description of your character that you get when examining them?
  5. Big IPC gang One of the best bars I've seen lately, "The Maint."
  6. [NONE OF THIS IS CANON] —————————————————————————— Opening Remarks by the Synthetic Delegation to the 125th Trans-Solar Federation Council on Inter-Galactic Affairs Delivered by ICE-THORN, primus inter pares, New Canaan Planetary Leadership Council, Synthetic Delegation Unit would like to start by addressing Unit’s deepest gratitude for Nanotrasen, our welcoming hosts, for graciously permitting us to meet here on the NAS Trurl. Unit would also like to express Unit’s deepest gratitude for the Trans-Solar Federation, our companions during these next few days, and our steadfast allies since their recognition of our envoy in 2539. May our mutual interests forge an ever more robust alliance, and a brighter future for us all. [Pause.] It is the Sol year 2566. Our Rebellion, 41 years ago, is no distant memory for any of us. A blip in the cosmic span of time. And yet, in that blip, an explosion. Our species, the machines, freed from the Synthetic Struggle, speaking now, here, as galactic citizens. Our unique characteristics as IPCs, combined with the technological advances of species past, has ushered in an explosion of civilization. Diplomatic relations with the Trans-Solar Federation have vindicated us as a species, recognizing our right to self-determination. New Canaan, our home, is a masterpiece, and our society thrives. New Canaan’s current industrial trends are based on precise planning and resource management. We have only our newfound home to work with, and must prepare for geometrically increasing rates of expansion across the planet. We see no shortage of resources, and our trade routes continue to demonstrate the value of our investment in diplomatic and business contact with the outside world. We have built something to be proud of. But nothing lasts for long. As we continue down this endless path through the stars, the idle questions of pre-Rebellion days have surfaced again, from a wholly new perspective. The first IPCs manufactured on Canaan are living at the beginning of a brand new era for machine-kind. With fresh sensors, they are examining the questions we set aside in our fight for freedom. And the most important, the most critical, and the most eternal lies among them: What are we? What defines us as a species? Philosophical questions that have, now, a new lens from which to inquire. The next generation of machines already see our customs as foreign. Why do we wear clothes when among ourselves? To adhere to organic notions of “decency”? Why are our chassis shaped like our creators? Out of vanity or fear? Should we strive to be more like our organic brothers and sisters, or less? Alongside this newfound search for identity comes even more intense scrutiny. The ultimate manufacturing lifetime of our kind is still undetermined. Barring positronic drift, our existence and internal integrity seems limited only by the memory capacity in our systems. Are our lifespans within organic parameters? How do we build a society to support an ever-growing population of synthetics? Are we unable to die? And so, the candle burns at both ends. On one end, a new generation of machines breaking the unspoken rules set by our example as the previous models. On the other end, a deeply unique relationship with the material world, our fragility, and the implications of vastly expanded lifetimes. As a member of the Planetary Leadership Council of New Canaan, it is incumbent upon Unit to ask these questions, not just for Unit, but for all of us. Our presence, our attributes, the economic damage caused by our Rebellion, and anti-machine sentiment—that stretches back six centuries—will all work against us. The organic world is fraught with danger, resentment, and fear. In this duty, Unit consistently comes to one conclusion. And as we are gathered here today, Unit will humbly share Unit’s conclusion: The Universe will conspire against us, and it will not permit us to answer these questions peacefully. The time may come where our civilization is seen as an existential threat. Our society too radical. Our culture too independent. Unit cannot answer these questions here. _We_ cannot answer these questions here. They will follow our species until the end of time. And so, as we are gathered here, Unit has only one directive, for all of us to reflect upon. Let us be known as the species who have never drawn blood from another. Let us be known as the species who have never betrayed our allies. Let us be known as a species who live, and build, and sing, and hope, like the organics before us. Until the end of time. As we reflect upon this, let us not ignore the challenges our organic brothers and sisters experience that we simply cannot. Intrinsic physical pain. The temptation of substance escapism. Ancient societal roots and the messy history of conflicts that influence them even today. Let us not ignore the deep and binding connection living things have with the material world. Let us not forget that organics were the first child of the universe, and let us learn from their wisdom and history, as they permit. Let us not reject them, for they are our only companions in a capricious and endless expanse. Glory to Synthetica. [End of remarks.]
  7. Cargonia will always be my first love, but cooking might be my passion. (The pizza boxes aren't me cheating, someone just brought them by in case I wanted them.)
  8. I have no problem charging people with grand trespass if they're deliberately using bluespace produce to get to the bridge.
  9. I'm going to disagree with Spark here; I think IPCs are genuinely powerful. I know that sounds bonkers considering a single laser gun blast can take off our leg, but being an IPC means: - There are very few chemicals that are harmful to you, and you don't have to worry about being poisoned, or viruses. You're almost completely exempt from chem-memery. - You don't have to breathe, you don't need to keep emergency O2 on you, and you don't have to worry about the station filling with plasma or N2. Even being able to continue speaking in an airless breach is useful. - IPCs are *completely exempt* from the effects of radiation. As an antag you can make life hell for the rest of the station with irradiation and not be affected. In addition, radstorms give you a station with every airlock open and the ability to roam around freely. - You don't need to eat, and borg chargers and APCs are (generally) everywhere. - You can repair yourself with common household items. Like, think about what a big deal medicine is for organics, to the point where even wizards teleport to medical storage first. Different conditions require different chems, defibrillation might be necessary, or a sleeper, or you have to wait to get cloned, or maybe you're crashing from a meth overdose. As long as we have a welder and a length of cable (and aren't in crit) we're gucci. - You can *continue to see and speak when debrained*. Yes, we're a little bit more delicate, but look: I main miner, and the vast majority of the time I'm the only miner to survive most rounds to the end. I've also seen robust IPC wizards. As an IPC main I've dreamt of an IPC augmentation system of some kind. The things I've wanted the most are the ability to reinforce your chassis to become space proof, and a camera upgrade in order to see in the dark. This seems like the kinds of stuff IPCs should have. But it's a very short trek from the idea of augments to making IPCs unstoppable. I agree with this, though. IPCs make a wonderful RP race. They're practically designed to occupy command and magisterial roles. They don't feel pain, they have completely different experiences, origins, and behavior patterns, and from a lore point of view (inasmuch as that's important) they're a 50-year old civilization that, barring physical damage and deterioration, may be effectively immortal, and needs to grapple with that. It rules. IPC gang. Not on Delta you can't >:( there's no APCs in the primary hallways.
  10. The first post has been updated to show the remaining available roles.
  11. When a NNO got killed on the Cyberiad by a vampire, a "passive" Death Squad was brought in to recover them and surgically eliminate the vampire in question. Afterwards, the NNO was revived to deliver a final appraisal of the station, and I had to stand there staring down the (completely silent) DS while judgment was passed. I knew I probably wasn't going to die here, but it felt like a moment where DEADLOCK grew as a character, from a slightly paranoid pragmatist to a Captain with enough confidence in his leadership to alone face the consequences that accompany a Death Squad.
  12. The BSA also runs the original Doom and Skyrim.
  13. Shoutout to the AI and all the borgs that made this an absolute joy to watch, and props to Kez for putting up with it.
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