THE FOLLOWING IS THE UNFINISHED SYNOPSIS OF 'MR. BUBBLES' TO HELP NEW CHARACTERS.
Since we are having a slight changing of the guard with several new people added, here is a brief synopsis of what's happened. Other players who have been here can feel free to post to add anything they want to this brief summary.
You were decanted. Finally, the good news arrived. You have been promoted to RED Clearance! You received the following message:
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You receive the following note:
MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT MISSION ASSIGNMENT ALERT
Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED Clearance RED
From: DMM Sector Troubleshooter Central
To: peter@RED.wgr.plc, gunther@RED, bok.armf, dexter@RED.fcp.tech,
ginger@ RED.uyt.cpu, hunter@ RED.bcw.rnd, Jennifer@ RED.bcw.hpd
Subj: Mission of utmost importance!
Ref: GZCH-1756-CCJP-6823-POME-2524-MMOW-5502
Congratulations, Troubleshooter! Your friend The Computer has chosen you for an important and fun assignment carefully matched to your recorded level of mission experience. You are to report immediately to Transbot Tubeway Platform A8:C7:60:FF for transport to Briefing Ro**CARRIER INTERRUPT PLEASE WAIT**ollowed by escort to standard PLC outfitting. If there are optional service firm services available after outfitting, you may be required to volunteer for additional duties at this tim**CARRIER INTERRUPT PLEASE WAIT**andard time to complete a mission of this variety is 5 Hours 12 Minutes from time of mission alert delivery. Upon completing your mission in the standard time, report to Transbot Tubeway Platform B1:22:FF:C2 for transport to debriefing, where you will provide a quantitative assessment of your mission success.
So you got off the transbot finally and went into the only door which allowed RED Clearance access. The guy there had his own problems. He was huddled behind a counter. When you asked him for your briefing, he said:
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"Mission. Yes, mission. Scrubots. It was something about...Yes, that's right. Reports of scrubots...attacking citizens. Cleaning them too vigorously. That must be it. That's your mission!" His eyes droop, and then he punches himself in the nose. "The mutants will only eat me if I fall asleep. Have to...stay...awake." He pokes his eye with his finger. "Scrubots. Nothing is clean anymore. Scrubots. The transbot. Maintenance robots. It's all...gone to hell. Scrubots." He pinches himself.
You moved on into a crowded area, and a jackobot took you to a strange marketplace. You realized (later) that the jackobot was sent by the market owners to find people like you to buy their not-quite-Computer-approved equipment. But you found some interesting finds and are still trying them out. (Hopefully, your previous players have added them to your equipment list. If not, go toward the end of Scene 3 to see what your characters bought, add it to your character sheet, and try it out at will.)
After leaving the market, you encountered Marco. He was being apparently attacked by a scrubot. You saved him from the scrubot, and he got your names and PDA addresses and sent you each a reward... (He also apparently sold your IDs, so that now you are being hit by spam quite frequently!)
A reality TV crew finds you and gives you identities (because your actual identities are too boring for reality TV). They ask you about how your mission looking for missing fissionable materials is going. You explain you're actually looking for scrubots, but they don't seem to mind if you're the right group or not.
The crew gets a call: "Do we have a forensically trained Troubleshooter team ready for a shoot? Some scrubot killed a vat shift supervisor over in SDK Sector and we can get first crack at the crime scene if we move fast." Upon hearing the word "scrubot," you volunteer that you are forensically trained...whatever that means.
Meanwhile, these annoying spam messages keeping plaguing your PDA.
You get to the vat center. You talk a depressed scrubot into opening the door where he locked himself in. You conclude that the pine fresh smell of the corpse in the room confirms that the scrubot killed the man. You search the office:
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Tapping into the workstation (hacking roll success), Ginger finds a hidden program called BulkSell, used for spamming. The user name was "Hottbott."
She finds (data search success roll):
(1) a bunch of e-mails of interest, including one a few days ago from an unidentified sender (using the fake name "Alley G8R") that says, "Take me off my list for real or I'll kill you."
(2) another e-mail from just an hour or so ago from Marco-G! It says, "More names for the list under our standard arrangement," and then it lists the names of CL, Dexter, Vicsis, and Ginger!
All Dexter can really find is that whoever the author of the spam was, was originally on a RED Clearance terminal somewhere in DMM Sector.
Looking around the office some, you find a small pamphlet called "Mass Mail Remote Sales and You." The author of the pamphlet is none other than Marco-G.
Something sparks the depressed robot into attacking, something to do with the spams. You realize that the Alleyg8r hacker has remotely reprogrammed the scrubots to attack what they perceive to be those in collusion with the spammer. You take down the scrubot.
Ginger finds that her self-aiming slugthrower found in the market never misses, but that the user doesn't choose the target necessarily. (Gunther gets hit and loses another clone.)
You remember that Marco-G said he was going to R&D, so you rush over their (camera crew still in tow). You then "help" test some R&D equipment, which doesn't seem to work as planned...
So they ask to see something...bigger. Marco and his boss take you all to see the "Warscrubber." This is a highly enhanced scrubot with massive armor and weapons.
Of course, you find that the same hacker has been able to program this scrubot too, and when it is switched on, it immediately identifies you as targets related to the spammer. Apparently, this is relayed to the surrounding area because a hoard of scrubots begin rushing from the front door. They kill your camera crew and one of your members.
The warscrubber begins firing too, taking people down.
This is where we are at now (Nancy B and Bill G are the two R&D people that Marco and his boss were trying to make pitches to sell the R&D equipment to):
[CONFERENCE ROOM] [NANCY-B'S OFFICE] [STORAGE]
| | / \
[reception] ----------[DISPLAY HALL]-------[WORKSHOP]----[REACTOR]
\/
So all hell broke loose in the workshop. The scrubots started invading reception. Dexter began to flee, but the hoard of scrubots were coming through the display hall. The hoard of scrubots was stopped by a door being closed and locked between the display hall and the workshop, where they are now trying to get through.
The warscrubber began attacking in the workshop. Ginger fled to the Reactor room, and then to the storage room, trying to lead the warscrubber in circles until you could think of a plan.
It is, however, still in the workshop taking down...victims.
You're not sure, but your entire film crew might be dead.
Did I leave out anything?
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:50, Mon 20 May 2013.
