Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle.   Posted by GameMaster.Group: 0
Ulic, son of Jygor
 player, 132 posts
Sat 20 May 2017
at 01:59
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Ulic regards the Midari and his offer/challenge, "You may try my thoughts.  I am confident in my mind."

He's so clueless...
GameMaster
 GM, 357 posts
Sun 21 May 2017
at 00:24
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
The night passes. For a few hours, you sit around the fire talking, enjoying the warmth and conversation. Those who wish may follow Chonda's example and attempt to learn something about psionic defense from Aesop. Feel free to RP it or not. The bandits wisely choose not to grumble about their condition, chained to the wagon. Though uncomfortable, they have at least been spared from immediate vengeance. The night passes by watches, as Byron suggested. Nothing untoward happens. Your camp is unmolested by creatures, natural or monstrous. With the morning sun you arise, eager to break camp and be on your way to Marchantelle. At the edge of the campsite, standing motionless, is the humanoid metallic construct, you assume the same one as encountered in the forest last night. The construct stands approximately six feet in height.


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Ulic, son of Jygor
 player, 133 posts
Sun 21 May 2017
at 13:28
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Ulic rolls from his bedroll, grabbing his ax and stands ready for the masheen's assault.....but after a few moments when it does not move he grows curious.

"Well I see no teeth on this one," he muses as he moves closer.

If it still does not move, he will look to his companions and raise a questioning eyebrow.

He will approach (along with any who join him) to within striking distance of the device of the Ancients, his weapon held defensively but ready should it attack.  With a growl he asks, "Oy, masheen.  What is your purpose here?"
DA-Prime
 NPC, 1 post
Sun 21 May 2017
at 15:07
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
An antennae (not that any of you know that's its designation with the possible exception of Byron) telescopes upward about three inches from the masheen's head, which turns fractionally toward Ulic. I am DA-Prime. You led one of my robots on a merry chase last night, unless I'm mistaken. It got hung up in a sinkhole, and has required diversion of resources better spent for their designated purpose. Do you intend to travel to the northwest?" (Aesop and Byron encountered the robot last night while traveling generally north-westward, where they encountered a stream).
Chonda derCamsul
 NPC, 3 posts
Mon 22 May 2017
at 22:20
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Chonda takes a couple steps back from the masheen. She looks around for Byron, moves to stand beside him. She stands a half-step behind, so that he can interpose his armored bulk between her and this masheen, if necessary. "Greetings, DA-Prime. I am Lady Chonda der Camsul, daughter of Baron Camsul. What is your full designation, and are you owned or emancipated?"
DA-Prime
 NPC, 3 posts
Mon 22 May 2017
at 22:31
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
The masheen turns its head toward the speaker. "I am DA-Prime, AI Class III, Chassis Humanx DA, Manufacturer: Intellicon, 5/02/2687. Lifetime operation: 494,326 hours. Current uptime: 52 years 20 days 5 hours, 3 minutes. Next scheduled maintenance in 262 days. My status is emancipated. Currently I am under contract to the lord Duke Rikard Marchant III."

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Aesop Donnohue
 player, 136 posts
Tue 23 May 2017
at 01:50
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Aesop followed after Ulic, slinking a few paces behind the outlander with a sort of cautious, catlike grace. He wasn't stalking a mouse though. This was way stranger. He stayed a few feet away with his crossbow shouldered, listening to the masheen speak. The lucidity it displayed was somewhat disturbing to him, foreign as it was.

When it mentioned the duke, Aesop canted his head and shot Byron a questioning look. That was one of the few things that stood out among gibberish. He looked back at the masheen, still seeming slightly uneasy.

"Why do you ask if we're going northwest, DA?"

He pronounced it drawn out, like Dee-Ay. Apparently he'd taken DA-Prime as a first and last name name, not some kind of designation.

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DA-Prime
 NPC, 4 posts
Tue 23 May 2017
at 14:55
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Head swiveling toward Aesop, the masheen responds, "I am responsible for operations to the northwest of this location. It is a restricted area. My duties include ensuring that non-project personnel do not broach our perimeter. One of my robots detected two of your group last night. However, its infrared sensor is fried, and its regular cam took poor pictures in the dim light. I just came to ensure your party's safety and ascertain your intended direction of travel."
Byron Marchant
 player, 201 posts
Tue 23 May 2017
at 15:59
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"Under contract . . .," Byron's voice trailed off.  His father had this masheen under contract?  To protect some area to the northwest?  This was the first he'd heard of it.  Which was unusual, but perhaps not strange.  His father had many projects, and he didn't share them all with his second son.  Byron met Aesop's gaze and gave him a small shrug as if to say I have no idea.

"I am Duke Rikard's son," the young lancer responded in hopes that the familial relationship might have some impression on DA-Prime.  "We're not going to the northwest; we're heading to Marchantelle.  What project are you protecting, if you don't mind my asking?"  Byron saw no reason not to be polite.  "And did any of your units detect a child moving through your area last night?"
DA-Prime
 NPC, 5 posts
Tue 23 May 2017
at 21:20
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Head swiveling to Byron, DA-Prime's antenna raises a couple inches, a gesture reminiscent of a person arching an eyebrow. "Ah, but which son? If you consent to provide DNA for scanning, I will see if you have any clearances for this project, sir. In answer to your other query, a biological biped of your species was tracked as far as Miller's creek, where he was joined by two others of his kind. They traveled downstream by canoe after being denied access to the track heading northwest. This occurred at timestamp 7:48:23."
Ulic, son of Jygor
 player, 134 posts
Wed 24 May 2017
at 02:14
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
The Dorn observes the exchange between AI and scion, with but one small, confused mumble, "It does not look thin in the slightest; why would she ask if it was emaciated?"
Chonda derCamsul
 NPC, 4 posts
Wed 24 May 2017
at 12:19
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
At Ulic's comment, Lady Chonda steps over to him, leaving Byron conversing with the masheen. "This masheen sounds almost like a person, if you ignore the technical parts. I didn't know there were any robots this advanced." She glances at Aesop, including him. "The only other ones I've ever seen were farm laborers, and they can't carry on a conversation. Not even close."
Aesop Donnohue
 player, 137 posts
Thu 25 May 2017
at 03:46
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Aesop moved over to join Lady Chonda and Ulic. He was now pretty sure the masheen wouldn't become hostile. He wondered what project DA was referencing. If he had to guess, it was probably something only Byron's older brother was privy to given his friend's puzzlement.

"It even seems different than the masheen from last night. I could sense nothing from that one other than movement, its stature, gait."

It was the nothingness emanating from the other masheen that unnerved him. As a rule, if something could speak to him and he couldn't detect motivations or life, he didn't like it. Unnatural. He tilted his head, studying DA.

"Can masheens be given minds?" he asked, shooting Lady Chonda a confused look. "It reads more like a person than something insentient. I sense a personality and thought."
Byron Marchant
 player, 203 posts
Thu 25 May 2017
at 04:12
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"DNA scanning?"  Byron shrugged.  "Sure."  Some of his father's ancient machines required such scans before they could be used, and access to certain highly-sensitive areas in Marchantelle were secured by biometrick locks.  "What do you need?"
DA-Prime
 NPC, 6 posts
Thu 25 May 2017
at 13:30
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle


quote:
"Sure. What do you need?"


"Excellent, if you will just provide one of your fingers for the test..." Two seconds go by, then three more, in which Byron looks uncertainly at the masheen. DA-Prime's antenna telescopes upward and then collapses into its base in rapid succession a few times, perhaps the masheen's imitation of a chuckle. "I won't actually need to take your finger, just prick it for a blood sample. I promise to leave it attached to your hand."

quote:
"Can masheens be given minds? It reads more like a person than something insentient. I sense a personality and thought."


Apparently having heard Aesop's aside, DA-Prime replies as he pricks Byron's finger with a tiny needle extended from the middle finger of its right hand. "Yes, artificial constructs can be given minds. Or at least, they could, back in the 27th century when I was created. I do not know if knowledge, materials, and facilities for such endeavors still exist. Much knowledge and infrastructure was lost during the Cataclysm. I myself have intelligence, if you define intelligence as optimization power divided by resources used to effect that optimization. I have a WBE Distributed Matrix that emulates the whole brain of humans sufficiently to reproduce human-like cognition."
Byron Marchant
 player, 204 posts
Fri 26 May 2017
at 05:34
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"That's . . . pretty incredible," acknowledged Byron.  He'd heard rumors of masheens like this but had never actually met one.  He held out his index finger.  "As long as you're not going to remove it, here you go."
DA-Prime
 NPC, 7 posts
Fri 26 May 2017
at 12:48
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"Scanning..."

After a few moments, DA issues a whirring noise from somewhere deep within his chest. "Hmm, there appears to be a 99.82% chance you are indeed the progeny of Duke Ricard Marchant III. That's good enough for me," he says to Byron. "If you wish, we can speak privately so that perhaps some of your questions may be answered. I am pleased to meet one of the sons of my employer. Is there anything I can do to assist in breaking camp?"
Byron Marchant
 player, 205 posts
Fri 26 May 2017
at 17:48
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"Well, that's good to hear."  Byron had never really even thought about the possibility that he might not be a trueborn son of his father.  "I would be very interested to speak with you about this in private."  More than interested, really.  Very, very curious might be a more-apt description.  "After we break camp, of course."  He knelt down and removed a stake from the tent in which Lady Chonda and a couple of the other ladies had been sleeping.  "Get the other side?"
GameMaster
 GM, 359 posts
Fri 26 May 2017
at 18:22
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
With DA's help, breaking camp takes very little time. True to form, he mechanically folds up the tents at great speed. In no more than four minutes, he travels all the way to the creek and then back with a full bucket of water. Half of this he uses to quench the coals left over from last night's fire. He leaves the other half for people to fill waterskins. Before long, the horses are saddled, the wagon hitched. As Ulic barks at the prisoners, preparing them to march, DA swivels toward Byron and invites him to a side conversation.
Aesop Donnohue
 player, 139 posts
Sun 28 May 2017
at 01:44
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
Aesop canted his head here and there, gauging DA in a peculiar, twitchy looking way then made a quiet hm. He didn't understand any of the technical terms, but he got the basis of the construct's explanation. For all intents and purposes, DA-Prime did basically have a mind. That was strange.

He helped get the horses ready, then meandered over to Soot. At his core, Aesop was a shy person. He seemed more interested in feeding the mare crab apples than seeking out conversation. He'd wait for Ulic to get the prisoners orchestrated before he'd mount.
GameMaster
 GM, 361 posts
Sun 28 May 2017
at 14:57
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
While Byron steps to the side to converse privately with DA-Prime, the rest of you perform last minute preparations before starting the day's travel. It's quickly discovered that the prisoners are gone! The manacles are not smashed, so obviously one or more of the prisoners must have had a key secreted on their person somewhere. One of the extra canteens of water is missing from a peg on the exterior of the wagon, where it had been hung.
Ulic, son of Jygor
 player, 135 posts
Sun 28 May 2017
at 15:34
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
The Dorn calls to Aesop and motions him to where the prisoners' shackles lay empty.

"They left sometime during the night," he growls, "on foot apparently; wise enough to know the horses would have made enough noise to rouse us.  If we are to arrive at the meeting location we've little time to pursue.  But some are injured; do they think they are close enough to help to chance a run?   If they are able to give word of our coming it may spoil our efforts."
Byron Marchant
 player, 207 posts
Sun 28 May 2017
at 19:52
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"The prisoners have escaped?  Which prisoners?"  Byron walked back into the conversation, concern in his voice.  DA-Prime followed behind.  "I agree, Ulic, we can't afford to have them on the loose.  They're dangerous, they need to be brought to justice, and if they warn the others that we're coming that could be very, very bad for us."

He turned to their new mechanical companion.  "DA, do you have any method of tracking these escaped prisoners down?"  Byron was slightly angry now.  He had been merciful to the prisoners, and they had spit on that mercy.  Mercy had its limits, especially if their actions kept Byron and his friends from intercepting the main slaver group at the Sandbar.
DA-Prime
 NPC, 8 posts
Mon 29 May 2017
at 00:00
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
"I can send up a drone to do reconnaissance. We might get lucky and catch sight of them, if they aren't careful to stay in the trees. If the drone has any success, I can direct it to deliver a message to you. Your transponder appears to be functioning."
GameMaster
 GM, 363 posts
Tue 30 May 2017
at 13:59
Chapter Five: Evening 5th Mar 4632 - Halfway to Marchantelle
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