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- [22:52] <[GM]Mary> In the grim, dark, bleak, and certainly not very good future!
- [22:55] <[GM]Mary> The world as mankind knows it has come to close, death and desolation rule the lands that once prospered. Before The planet could be completely consumed, the Great Maker collected everything he could find good and holy that remained, took them within himself, and exiled into oblivion.
- [22:56] <[GM]Mary> So that even if mankind may perish, maidkind will yet live.
- [23:00] <[GM]Mary> However! The darkness is not to be evaded, and settles closer and closer to their new home. Each day that passes is a day their homeworld suffers infection, pestilence, destruction, despair, and all things wicked. Once again at the last vestiges of hope, the Great Maker set up an isolated breeding program so that His children may overcome their tribulations with the most powerful weapon of all:
- [23:00] <[GM]Mary> Love.
- [23:03] <[GM]Mary> But! Isolation has been breached, and a new, old world has been opened. It's been many years since anyone has stepped outside of the Inner Cloister, and many strange things lurk beyond. Whether this is the true end of maidkind or a new beginning, no maid can yet tell.
- [23:07] * [Tess]Krystia continually flips a coin and catches it, trying to kill the time.
- [23:08] * [Owen]KrystalStarr mills about the frontal foyer and airlock, searching for something to fix or someone to entertain.
- [23:08] <[GM]Mary> Krystia: The halls of the Great Maker echo his agonies as they have for centuries, but something newly disturbing and profound resonates through walls of steel.
- [23:09] * [Tess]Krystia pockets the coin, looking around. What was that?
- [23:10] * [Owen]KrystalStarr is not a common sight in these parts, being a gynoid; synthetic humanoids are more often the domain of the military, or at least they USED to be. Her pearly skin is nearly as pale as her white skirt and uniform, a stark contrast to her beautiful waist-length luminescent purple hair.
- [23:12] * [Tess]Krystia walks towards the frontal halls, figuring whatever that was most likely came from around there.
- [23:13] * [Owen]KrystalStarr notices an approaching figure nearby.
- [23:14] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Oh? Hello? I sense a friendly presence nearby."
- [23:14] <[Tess]Krystia> Eh?
- [23:15] <[GM]Mary> Krystia: A space monster appears! It's one of those Biomechanicals that was used in the Third Protean War. Much of his joints and armor is rusted, but the gleam in his thermal vision hungers for your blood!
- [23:16] * [Tess]Krystia regards the device, perhaps a little distantly, before turning to regard... whatever that thing is. What a bother.
- [23:16] * [Owen]KrystalStarr didn't sense THAT at all! She panics a little; she's not programmed to fix every possible problem, after all!
- [23:17] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Warning! Unfriendly presence detected nearby! Take evasive actions!"
- [23:18] * [Tess]Krystia widens her stance a bit before slowly walking in the direction of the creature.
- [23:18] <[Tess]Krystia> Thank you, no.
- [23:19] * [Owen]KrystalStarr skitters around aimlessly for a while as her brain reprocesses the correct course of actions.
- [23:19] <[GM]Mary> Krys': It's body is like a menacing lion's, with great steel claws and a maw that can melt through multilayered metal. The rear of its body is mostly destroyed, so it advances only with its foremost limbs. Nevertheless, it's gaining!
- [23:21] * [Owen]KrystalStarr finally gets a solid lock on the hostile presence. An injured Biomechanical? She feels some remorse for attacking something so much like herself...
- [23:22] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Apologies! I must protect all friendly entities from harm!"
- [23:23] <[GM]Mary> The monster shrieks its mechananized cry, and attacks!
- [23:23] * [Owen]KrystalStarr 's right hand thrusts out and folds back to reveal a sophisticated laser core. She fires a pulse of energy at the creature's back!
- [23:24] * [Tess]Krystia suddenly breaks into a run, jumping and shifting her weight to strike just behind the head before landing on the other side and driving her boot into the creature's damaged rear once it's clear of the pulse.
- [23:26] <[GM]Mary> The beast's attack is thrown by Starr's shot, and sets itself up for Krystia's combo which ultimately renders it immobile. Its body whines and eyes flicker, no longer capable of powering its signifigant girth.
- [23:27] * [Owen]KrystalStarr moves closer cautiously, still keeping her laser palm activated and at the ready.
- [23:27] * [Tess]Krystia kicks it a couple more times to elicit a reaction, but it doesn't seem to move.
- [23:27] <[Tess]Krystia> Hm. Pretty banged up, if this is all it took.
- [23:28] * [Owen]KrystalStarr flips back her hand to a normal form. She kneels down to look at the defeated opponent.
- [23:29] <[GM]Mary> Starr: upon closer inspection, you see that the thing's literally rotted from the inside out. Mecanical worms inside its body are covered in a slimy green ichor, corroding the wires inside it once maintained with dilligence.
- [23:30] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Affirmative. This model is old and outdated; unsuitable for long-term service. Perhaps its prime directives had malfunctioned."
- [23:31] * [Owen]KrystalStarr rests a hand on the beast's side.
- [23:31] <[Tess]Krystia> So, what was I saying...? Oh, right. Hello.
- [23:32] * [Owen]KrystalStarr says a silent goodbye to her synthetic kin, and turns to the new woman.
- [23:32] <[GM]Mary> Krys': distantly, you hear the whine of the Maker's railbot closing in on your location. It arrives carrying a rapid-fire anti-personel weapon and a monitor depicting the Maker's image.
- [23:33] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Yes, hello, friend. I am synthetic operative Krystal Starr, Mistress to the Autochthon. How may I service you?"
- [23:33] * [Owen]KrystalStarr bows accordingly.
- [23:34] <[Tess]Krystia> That ain't how it work. Talk straight, kid.
- [23:34] <Autochthon> HAIL, CURATORS. I SEE YOU HAVE DISABLED YET ANOTHER RENEGADE BIOMECHANICAL. WE HAD FEARED THAT IT MAY PENETRATE THE INNER CLOISTER AND SURPRISE AN UNWARY INDIVIDUAL. GOOD WORK.
- [23:36] * [Owen]KrystalStarr is at odds! Who to focus on, the woman, or the Maker?
- [23:37] * [Owen]KrystalStarr bows to the monitor.
- [23:37] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Affirmative, Father-Creator. Surprise was, unfortunately, inevitable."
- [23:39] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "I thank you for placing me in such a location to protect another of your children."
- [23:40] <Autochthon> AT EASE, CHILD. THE CURRENT STATE IS UNFORTUNATE INDEED. MORE MUST BE DONE TO SECURE A LINE OF DEFENSE BETWEEN THE CLOISTER AND THE INFECTED.
- [23:40] * [Tess]Krystia tips her head, raising two fingers to her brow in acknowledgement.
- [23:42] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Command acknowledged, Father. New maintenance station coordinates?"
- [23:42] <Autochthon> HOWEVER, YOUR FEARS MAY SOON BE AT AN END. A NEW SERIES OF DEFENSIVE AUTOMATA ARE NEARING COMPLETION. ONCE THE PROPER FRAMEWORK IS BACK IN PLACE, THE CLOISTER SHALL ONCE AGAIN BE A SAFE HAVEN FOR CHILDREN LIKE YOURSELVES.
- [23:42] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> [=-= recton previous, derp]
- [23:43] <Autochthon> [always a moment too late, me]
- [23:43] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> [always a moment too early, me]
- [23:43] <Autochthon> [and that's why I'll never have sex with you]
- [23:44] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> [So much for the Great Cause, then...]
- [23:44] <Autochthon> YOU SHOULD RETURN TO YOUR QUARTERS LADIES. I WILL SEND FOR THE CORPSE TO BE RETRIEVED AND RECYCLED. THE PROCESS IS FAR TOO DANGEROUS FOR THE LIKES OF YOU.
- [23:44] <Autochthon> FAREWELL.
- [23:44] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Farewell, Father."
- [23:44] <[GM]Mary> And so his gun-toting avatar zooms off.
- [23:45] <[Tess]Krystia> What? New bots an' nothin' ta whack? Boring...
- [23:45] * [Tess]Krystia begins to walk back, getting Krystal in a headlock as she goes without altering her stride.
- [23:45] <[Tess]Krystia> You heard 'im. Let's get back.
- [23:46] * [Owen]KrystalStarr flops her arms around sillily!
- [23:46] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Desist! Desist!"
- [23:46] * [Tess]Krystia brings her other arm up to her chin, considering.
- [23:47] <[Tess]Krystia> Mmmmm... nah.
- [23:50] <[GM]Mary> Krys: The Inner Cloister is built quite fantastically, with their maidenly host's tastes in mind. Everything is made to ease, entertain, train, teach, and spark the fires of love between the Maker's chosen.
- [23:51] * [Owen]KrystalStarr struggles lamely, to no avail. She's simply not running the correct physical defense program right now.
- [23:52] <[GM]Mary> Its halls are eerily empty, however, with the recent troubles. Usually, there's around two thousand chosen within the Inner Cloister, now there's probably less than a hundred. Most of them are in hiding, leaving the new problems up to those equipped to handle them. AKA, you.
- [23:55] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Friend, may I issue a query?"
- [23:57] <[Tess]Krystia> Yeah, sure.
- [23:58] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Your mannerisms and speech intrigue me; I have not encountered such before. Might we become better acquainted with each other in the future?"
- [00:00] <[Tess]Krystia> Yeah, sure, if you like.
- [00:00] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Forgive my naivete, but my knowledge databases are not as all-encompassing as other gynoids I have encountered..."
- [00:02] * [Owen]KrystalStarr hangs her head, a little ashamed. Newer models have everything they'll ever need in their head all the time. Krystal... she can only store so much, and keeps having to swap out data due to capacity limits.
- [00:04] * [Tess]Krystia steals a glance at her as she walks, keeping up her pace and direction.
- [00:04] <[Tess]Krystia> Eh? Whatcha gettin' all depressed for?
- [00:07] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "I am not a... fully-sophisticated gynoid model. I lack a multitude of recent biotechnological advancements."
- [00:07] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "It is detrimental to many of my day-to-day activities."
- [00:08] <[Tess]Krystia> Kid, I told you to talk straight.
- [00:08] * [Owen]KrystalStarr bows apologetically.
- [00:09] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Apologies; I am unable. I had not archived a Common-Speech Lexicon currently; it is one of my aforementioned detriments."
- [00:10] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "If it irks you, we may return to my quarters so I may download the appropriate protocols."
- [00:11] <[Tess]Krystia> Oh, whatever then. Ain't such a big deal.
- [00:12] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "It is in this direction, friend."
- [00:13] <[Tess]Krystia> It bothers ya that much, eh?
- [00:14] * [Owen]KrystalStarr leads Krystia to her portion of the Inner Cloister, talking as she does.
- [00:15] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Assuredly. It detracts from my abilities to perform the Maker's maintenance. More importantly, my ability to carry out The Cause."
- [00:18] <[Tess]Krystia> Oh yeah, that- wait, you wanna do what?
- [00:19] * [Owen]KrystalStarr walks into a computer-room with racks and racks of servers. She sits down next to a terminal and plugs a small cord into a port on the back of her neck. Her focus still stays with her companion, though.
- [00:20] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "I am confused. Is there a portion of my explanation you cannot comprehend?"
- [00:22] <[Tess]Krystia> No, that ain't it. Guess you didn't hit me as the type who went in quick about it.
- [00:24] * [Owen]KrystalStarr 's stare goes blank as she accesses the protocol databases. Her eyes are already normally strange-the irises are bright yellow with a gold five-pointed star around the pupils-but now you might be able to see lines and lines of code scrolling behind them.
- [00:25] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "I apologies for my current appearance; I am reformatting my hard memory storage."
- [00:28] * [Tess]Krystia proceeds to sit on its lap. Surprising things is fun.
- [00:30] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> Krystia: Starr's lap is comfortable, but not exactly plush. Her "skin" is malleable but doesn't have much give to it, and of course there's no soft muscles beneath it.
- [00:31] * [Owen]KrystalStarr is slightly surprised, but doesn't appear to be. Her face is very blank and her eyes don't focus on the lap-sitting girl.
- [00:32] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Is there a particular program you might wish me to upload? My exterior database is exceptionally large."
- [00:32] * [Owen]KrystalStarr says out of the blue.
- [00:34] <[Tess]Krystia> How can I if I don't even know what you can do? Argh, this is why ya said we're supposed to get ac... ack... get to know each other!
- [00:34] * [Tess]Krystia , as she speaks, proceeds to lean on Krystal further. She's more comfortable than expected, actually.
- [00:35] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "I shall demonstrate samples for your convenience. Please wait... loading..."
- [00:38] * [Owen]KrystalStarr suddenly hugs Krystia under her breasts and nuzzles her own head into her shoulder! D'aww.
- [00:39] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Krystia~ That's your name, isn't it? It's so pretty, just like mine~"
- [00:39] * [Owen]KrystalStarr 's demeanor is completely different than before. The power of computers solves everything!
- [00:43] <[Tess]Krystia> Ah, weird... where'dja get my name? Wasn't me that told you, was it? You the stalkin' type?
- [00:44] * [Owen]KrystalStarr tickles Krystia under her chin, giggling as she does.
- [00:44] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Hee hee, if you wanna call it that~ I can find out every Child's name just by looking in the Cloister's records. It's got e~very~thing on here!"
- [00:46] * [Tess]Krystia brings her arms around back to squeeze Krystal from behind. Just sitting there will do nothing, at least.
- [00:47] <[Tess]Krystia> Ah, yeah? Seems you're of the sort who can't be trusted with that.
- [00:48] * [Owen]KrystalStarr of course wouldn't really jump from such a simple squeeze, but the program she's running right now would!
- [00:48] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Eeep~! Hey, Dad wouldn't pick me if he didn't think I'd be a good choice!"
- [00:50] * [Tess]Krystia moves her hands around and squeezes from time to time, amused by the reaction.
- [00:51] <[Tess]Krystia> Naa. It's that you'd use it against people's... weaknesses, you know what I mean?
- [00:52] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Eee! Hey, if you're going to-eeek!-keep on using MY weaknesses, then maybe-Eeep, hey!-maybe I will!"
- [00:53] * [Tess]Krystia grins almost sadistically.
- [00:53] <[Tess]Krystia> You that ready to prove me right?
- [00:54] * [Owen]KrystalStarr 's eyes flicker again as she goes slack for a few seconds, then acts much more calmly.
- [00:55] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "No, no, Kristia, not at all. I'm sure The Master wouldn't like me using my abilities like that."
- [00:56] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Calm down. No need to be so hostile."
- [00:56] * [Owen]KrystalStarr begins stroking Krystia's short brown hair.
- [00:57] * [Tess]Krystia presses a couple more times, though more gently as she's a bit taken aback. Whew, it probably almost found out she's ticklish.
- [00:59] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "So... how's the Cloister been treating you, dear? Living life out well enough?"
- [01:02] <[Tess]Krystia> Yeah, good 'nuff. The world openin' back up makes things a tad more hectic, though.
- [01:04] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Oh, yes, I dare says it does. Every now and again I fear for us and our cause. The Garden of Eden is not so easily discovered again, perhaps."
- [01:05] * [Tess]Krystia brings her arms further down, continuing.
- [01:07] <[Tess]Krystia> Fearing for the cause? Aw, you little tease.
- [01:08] * [Owen]KrystalStarr program-flickers again. "Tease", eh?
- [01:09] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Bah, yeah, you're prolly' right. Live in the moment, ya know?"
- [01:09] * [Owen]KrystalStarr gives Krystia a little nudge-punch in the side for moral support.
- [01:11] <[Tess]Krystia> Yup, that's how it work, right? See, you're learnin' from me now.
- [01:12] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Whatever works, sister. I got all the tricks in the world s'long as I'm jacked in here. T'bad I can't take it with me, y'know?"
- [01:13] * [Owen]KrystalStarr shrugs her shoulders and goes "ehh" with her hands.
- [01:14] <[Tess]Krystia> What, that box haven't got a way to fix yerself up? Geez.
- [01:15] * [Tess]Krystia keeps poking for the hell of it, but goes somewhat lower. It was more fun when she squirmed...
- [01:16] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Hey, I ain't like you, magic-brain-girl. I'm all electrons and on-off switches. My brain's got a limit on how smart 'tis."
- [01:18] * [Owen]KrystalStarr starts poking Krystia in the same place she's getting poked herself.
- [01:18] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Oh, ya think that's funny? See how YOU like it, girl!"
- [01:18] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Poke poke poke!"
- [01:19] <[Tess]Krystia> Why you cotton pickin'-!
- [01:19] * [Tess]Krystia infensifies her own efforts, blushing from the sudden assault.
- [01:21] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Yeah, tha's right, who's the big sister now, punk?!"
- [01:23] * [Tess]Krystia moves one of her hands over to Krystal's stomach, keeping up the caresses.
- [01:23] <[Tess]Krystia> It ain't over yet-!
- [01:24] * [Owen]KrystalStarr thinks it's about time for a more sultry program shift; she's not tried that one in some time.
- [01:24] * [Owen]KrystalStarr waits for an opening to get the download and... wait, Database Corruption Error #023C?! No, no, why now?
- [01:25] <[Owen]KrystalStarr> "Ahh, 'ell no..."
- [01:29] * [Owen]KrystalStarr tries a few streaming loopholes she knows, but it's no good; THAT section of her program databases are all broken. Yet another reason why she wishes she were a newer model...
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