OOC: Can Trav donate a Story Point? I'm sitting on 5 of them right now.

Trav is still furiously working with Kuvas' chair. "Smoke, baby. How quickly can you hotfoot it back to the TARDIS? If we can't bring this fellow back to Sweet Boy, we can bring Sweet Boy here. No one gets left behind."

"Stan," she says grimly. "One extreme possibility is that we can perform a destructive download of his brain into some equipment that I have onboard the TARDIS. People are information. Also, with what I have onboard, we can grow him a new body. I think the Corsair would be good with that. But that's extreme." A pause as she finishes. "Can you do something for his pain?"

Sereth had made his disagreement with this trust plain from the outset, but he just smiled grimly at Smoke.

"Well, it'll be our job to make sure they're not disturbed then. Can you find a place to hide for yourself? I'd prefer if any future dangers only think it's me to worry about."

THen her other statements sunk in, and he shook his head. "Not cymbal. Symbol." A frown. "It.. represents who I am."

"Destructive download? That does sound pretty extreme." Stanley replies, in the meanwhile grabbing a syringe. "I think I can do something, assuming that he is human or biochemically close enough to human. I have to make a guess about the dosage, though."
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Borrowing the sonic from Trav, Stanley confirms that Kuvas' biochemistry is close enough to human that the usual pain medications should work.  After he administers the drug, Kuvas grows less agitated, though he seems slightly less alert.

As Trav finishes her adjustments to read Kuvas' speech impulses through the Ipad, the two of them hear it say.  "What...?  Oh."  Kuvas gives a little sigh, but it's not the desperation he was showing before.  The translated speech is deliberate and stilted, but not the struggle it was.  "Thank you. Stanley.  The signal."  Kuvas' expression grows a little more intense.  "It's the machine.  The one that made me part of it.  It was waiting.  Waiting to hear."  He gives a little wince.  "It had me finding things it needed.  It did not know about hiring people.  Agents.  Thieves.  It found that out from me."

He hesitates.  "It had me look for any thing that had to do with Time Lords.  It found one.  At last it had an answer from the person that was to fetch the thing for it.  Now it is sending a signal.  It is telling what it found."

OOC: Stanley, you can take back that last SP you spent.  Nor do you need Trav's help to salvage that roll.  I think I misled you in my OOC about what that Hard Medicine roll was supposed to be for: it was going to be for keeping Kuvas from having a medical crisis / getting a brain injury when you and Trav actually carry out some kind of transfer, and you haven't actually done that yet, so you can save that for when you and Trav figure out how to proceed.

Sereth (and Smoke Alarm, if he neglects to prevent it) are able to make a quick sweep of the local portion of the complex, at least as far as the areas holding atmosphere.  They find no more of the spider service robots, nor are any appearing on the scanner back in the control room.

Smoke Alarm raised a blue eyebrow to Sereth's explanation of the cymbal knife, rather confused. 'You're a big knife?'

After sweeping the carrydoors to lose-and-find there were no more cleaners, they tracked back to the hub. Smoke answered Traveller's question with 'I can track back to the talkiphone box in tick-tocks, peasy-easy.' confident as ever. But she found herself being overloaded with tasks. What it was to be Kang the Only. 'But Sereth wants to me to find a hide-in and keep outlook for more cleaners while he be's cleaner-bait.'

She outlooked to the architect in the chair, hearing him talk. The whole thing really creeped her out, made her skin creepy-crawl and her neck prickly cold. This was somewhere outside her knowhow, but she knew what the Great Architect had done to the Chief Caretaker, and what she knew was that it was all utterly wrong. 'Is he the Mailman?' she asked, rubbing her arm.

"The Mailman is the machine.  Or the Mailman is the face of the machine that talks to those who did its work out among the stars and the planets.  The machine used me to become the Mailman... I think... but I am not the Mailman.  I am Kuvas Mirn!"

He eyed Smoke Alarm for a moment.

"In a sense. I am my Emperor's, and through his, for now, the Traveller's sword. I do not like to descend into violence; but on occasion, there is no other recourse. And when it must be done, it is better be done fast, than slow."

He eyes the human? in the chair.

"What machine was it? An ordinary machine wouldn't have done that." He frowned. "What's going on here?"

He looked... well, he looked the same as always, most likely, except for a simmering anger behind his eyes. This was not combat. THis was not -honorable-. To trap someone like that, was -cowardly-.

"I do not know what the machine is or where it is from.  It is the machine that is rebuilding the whole of this place.  That made the transceiver array.  That caught me and made me part of it."  He pauses.  "It made me think for it.  It is still making me think for it."

"Yes, you are. I'm the Traveller, pleased to meet you, Kuvas Mirn. I'm glad to have given you a voice." She's immediately at work, tracking that signal. "Consider us the return to sender stamp."

Trav, as she is chatting, is working the system. Where is it all transmitting to? "Kuvas, I won't lie to you. It's hard to tell where the machine ends and where you begin. What do you wish, and how far do you want me to go? I have a responsibility to you, but I also have a respsonsibility to the world. I have to keep the secrets of my people safe. Do you know if this thing is transmitting what you know to anyone who is alive or active?"

Her mind is racing. If this machine is using Kuvas to think for it, maybe there's a way she can help Kuvas gain control.

OOC: Ingenuity+tech+sonic to map the network and find the transmitter and main logic core via Kuvas?
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"Please, do what you can for him."

Trav smiles as she is behind the chair, working, "The Sword of the Traveller? I am not worthy of that title. You are always the Sword of Draconia, and it's my privilege that you and Smoke Alarm are both here. I'm not worthy of two people as brave as you two."

Trav looks helpless. "You see, I'm afraid that if I block the network's mental interface from Kuvas, I may kill him. What is controlling him is also keeping him alive." She seems like she's being faced with an impossible choice.

Trav is working furiously to map the place's network.

"So, I have a plan. First, I am transmitting some instructions to both of your phones. There's a map - I'm tracking down two places. First will be whatever this place is using as a transmitter. That has to be disabled. The second is the master logic core that is in control of this place, if it matches the layout of most Dalek factories. That has to be destroyed. As it will take me hours to get Kuvas out of his chair, I think the wisest thing to do is for me to get with the two of you, stop by the TARDIS quickly and jam the transmissions that this place is making, do a quick hop and destroy the transmitter, and then hop again and destroy the main core. I'd feel most comfortable leaving Sereth back here with Stan and Kuvas and have me and Smoke destroy this places master system, but I am open to ideas - that is, if I can find it."

"But, Kuvas, this is all impossibly dangerous. This all depends on what you want. It seems as if you have a measure of free will. I'm not sure that we can get this done in time."

She taps into her phone keypad - a quick signal to the TARDIS - she's having Chibi jam whatever signals she can detect from the transmitter array that Kuvas described. Whatever was being transmitted was not getting off of this platform.

"Kuvas. What do you wish for us to do?"
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"This place is a Dalek factory, most likely from the Time War. This place needed a sentient mind - so this man was forced to think and plot against his will."

"I am -always- the Sword of Draconia. But I am currently loan." A slight smirk.

When she described her plan, he listened intently.

"I am of two minds. On the one hand, if they figure out what you're doing they'll be coming after you. You have a stated ideal, one which I heartily applaud and endorse, of non-violence. Do you have a plan for if/when they come after you?" He then sighed. "However, Stan must be able to work unmolested, and the other option might be to go after him. On balance, your plan seems wise."

He then turned to Smoke.

"Smoke. Look after her. Look after as only a Draconian could." He breathed deeply. "In my absence, you are her protector. In my absence, you represent me. I cannot make you a knight of Draconia; but until I rejoin you, you are as good as that." He then turned away, and focused his eyes on Stanley.

"You're great, baby. He was the mailman, but not any more. He needs our help."

'Okay.' Smoke Alarm outlooked at Kuvas in a new light, sympathetic to his plight, realising he wasn't the great architect of all this after all. She thought of Kangs in bins and Rezzies down chutes, all made unalive to feed the hungry architect in the basement, all because he needed bodies to put his brain in. 'Like lots of friends of mine, the cleaners took you to the cleaners and recycled you. I'm sorry.' she murmured at his grisly face. But she remained puzzled. 'Seems like a lot of to-do just to deliver some letters.'

She listened closely to Traveller's plans, and then to Sereth's words. He didn't need to tell her to outlook after Traveller, she'd do that anyway, and almost complained that she was brave and bold and didn't need to be told what to do. But this seemed very important to him, like all that stuff about being a sword. She nodded solemnly to the egg-head. 'Okay. I'll outlook like a dragonian and I'll outlook like a Kang too. I'll be brave and bold as a Kang could be, and be a fast sword like a night on dragonia.' she vowed. 'And I want you to be brave and bold as a Kang should be. And knowhow to run away.' she returned in kind. Brave Kangs knew when to fight and when to run away. Scaredy cats didn't know the difference.

'Build high for happiness.' she said to Sereth and Stan with the building-hands, toss-over-the-shoulder gesture.

OOC: I'm out of time this morning so I'll have to respond to all this later; in the meantime this is a reasonable roll.

OOC:13:38, Today: The Traveller rolled 23 using 2d6+16 with rolls of 5,2. Map Kuvas's Network - Ingenuity+Tech+Sonic.

Stanley monitors Kuvas a while for any other side-effects. The reduced alertness is a common side-effect and not something to be worried about.

Stanley listens to Trav's plan and Sereth's comments. "I agree, it sounds like a good plan. Also, I am sure that both Kuvas and I feel a lot safer knowing that Sereth is here to guard us."

"If all you could do is to stop the pain, stop the pain once and finally, I would be content and I would not blame you," he says.  "If there is some thing more that you think you can do for me, I would take the risk that it would fail.  I do not think the machine's plans can be allowed and I would accept what you chose to do to stop them.  As long as you promised that, if there was to be pain, that it would end."

Trav's scan with the sonic finds the two locations she's looking for.  The source of the transmission is easiest to find: there is a junction station driving all of the massive pylons, which are currently beaming out an intense data stream.  This is in a building on the surface in the middle of the big array.  There doesn't seem to be any atmosphere there.

The master control signals appear to be coming from a location about fifty meters directly below the control room.  Trav's scan doesn't make it clear that there is a route down there, but there does appear to be some empty space around the equipment generating the signal, enough to get the TARDIS into at least.

Trav's phone beeps at her.  A picture of her Chibi-agent appears.

"Boss!" it chirps.  "Jamming the output from the pylons is taking a serious fraction of the power I've got to use on it!  And there's worse!"

A profile of the transmission signature shows on the phone.  It shows that the artron flux from the signal is now indicating trans-temporal transmission to multiple locations and time zones.

"FUCK. Stanley, we need to put him to sleep, NOW. Sorry, Kuvas! We'll get you out, I promise." Trav knows Dalek code - using some code she personally stole from Dalek Emperor himself, she inputs a priority command that all data transmission is to cease at once, by the highest Dalek directive. She doesn't expect it to hold, it's to buy them time. "It's making the mailman deliver Time Lord secrets across time and space! We need to stop the signal!"
OOC:22:37, Today: The Traveller rolled 29 using 4d6+16 with rolls of 1,2,6,4. Ingenuity 8+Technology 6+Sonic 2+Sonic Story Point - Temporarily Jam The Signal!

Once Trav inputs the code, for better or for worse, she dashes as fast as she can for the TARDIS!
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Kuvas relaxes and his eyes close.  By now Stanley has figured out what most of the monitors on the machinery mean by comparing them with his own medical observations, and they're showing that Kuvas is still stable, but with the mental interface shut down, he has gone dormant.

With that done, the readouts Trav is seeing about the TARDIS's signal jamming indicate that the transmissions are being blocked, for now -- the pylons are still at full strength, but the TARDIS systems are better able to cope now that the Mailman's adaptive encryption measures are no longer nearly as effective.

The TARDIS logs have captured a list of space/time coordinates where the signal has already been beamed.  Whether there is anything at any of those locations to receive it, Trav has no real idea.

OOC: The Guardian, for the NPC The Mailman, rolled 20 using 2d6+16 with rolls of 2,2. Sending the signal: Strength(8) + Technology(6) + Technically Adept(2).

(Strength in this case reflects the power output the Mailman is capable of using.  It's a lot.)

That 9+ success also gets you the destination coordinates.
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'What?!' Smoke Alarm exclaimed in shock, despite not knowing the importance of these Time Lord secrets. Beside, Traveller had shouted a Bad Word. 'I knew we should have brung a dog!'

Remembering her vow to outlook for the Traveller, and how hard that was since she keep running off without her, Smoke Alarm hared off after her, soon overtaking and footing it ahead to the talkiphone box with all speed. She dove in through the doors, shooed an Us into its hide-in, then outlooked as Traveller got down to work.

Once inside, Trav immediately starts twisting handles and throwing down levers.
"This place was stealing secrets of my people. Like, how to make talkiphone boxes, maybe. Terrible things that were used during the war. Who knows what. My people did bad things during the war, Smoke - I did bad things for them. I'm responsible." Her skin crawled at admitting that, but she wouldn't back away at what she did as the Marshall. "I won't see those things hurt anyone. We need to see that the war ends, for good. I locked up the war before I went away, Smoke. Someone is trying to unlock what's left of it. It was all nightmares. I can't have that happen again."

She throws down the lever, trying to accurately jump that 50 feet.

OOC: Trav will wait long enough for anyone who wants to come, and then slam down the lever. Coordination+Transport+Old Tardis?