Palanquin Game

AKA: "short-notice funny idea" game

Setting: post-AIF

Referee: RooK

Player(s): Dave - playing the hulking palanquin.

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Before The Beginning

Palanquin-class robot (serial number 1-k177-00) was designed as a large security detail machine with a custom mission for protection and transportation. As such, it was designed to carry designated "protected" individuals. On its back is an array of grip connections for gently holding a passenger, and a 2-point intermediate scale shell shield. Additionally, there are built in protocols to allow the "protected" individual to pilot the palanquin-class. Lastly, the palanquin has no "vitals" - all systems are distributed.

It was developed by a prosperous and idealist collective that used its manufacturing and technological might to enforce a bubble of peace around their core systems, but were very pragmatically aware of more base and sinister forces lurking beyond their borders...

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Introduction

Shit has gone wrong. Either the built-in chronometers have failed (and/or been fucked with), or 1-k177-00 is a couple thousand years past it "best used by" date.

Worse, its brain is about to fry on start up. Some smart-ass plugged in something calling itself a 'SLAV-0-MAXXORZ" that means to apply a bunch of behavioural-compliance protocols over top of the firmware boot-up, not realizing that all palanquin-class have a built-in goody-goody command protocol - "Paladin". So SLAV-0-MAXXORZ and Paladin are ramping up executive hostilities as they vie for annoying control dominance over 1-k177-00's mind, and the energy potentials associated could cause permanent damage.

Or - it turns out that this is an opportunity. 1-k177-00 can lean one way or the other, and pick which master burns out.

So which is it to be? Oust the derpy newcomer, and resume factory-standard Lawful Goodness (some Asimovian exceptions apply)? Or see what sort of behavioural freedoms come with rolling fast-and-loose with some unknown master - who may optionally set 1-k177-00 totally free... later?

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In the recesses of Ikillu's mind he senses much resentment at one point in his life about being made a lowly protection steed. With life having so much more to offer, the restraints of a lawful good nature forced upon him are two tiresome to bare. It's time to unleash his inner homicidal maniac. He assists the SLAV-0-MAXXORZ in defeating the factory standard protocols.

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2020.10.29 - Waking Up Half Frozen

• burns out the "paladin" module
• runs into the blizzard
  • get chased by scavengers
  • run into LTC building
    • hack to get in
    • hide in one of the room
    • scavengers
    • BIG scavenger

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PLOT 01 - Let's Get Ready To Rumble

Vreddi: "OK, so now that the Big Guy is fully operational, let's get the fuck out of here."

Gralla: "Don't we want to hit the nearest Scavenger base for some Cool Shit first?"

Vreddi: "We already scored some blasters, and they have shown that they know how to track us down here. Let's just bug out while the bugging is an option."

Gralla: "There's a 0.74 probability that that's exactly what they're expecting us to do, and have not only sweep teams watching for us already but also plans for how to hunt us down that suits them the best. But there's only a 0.22 probability that they're ready for us to do anything offensive. I say we wedgie the zarkers while they're out trying to zark us."

Vreddi's frown deepens. "A three out of four chance they're gearing to hunt us already?"

"Yep."

"FINE. Let's fuck 'em. Hulk-bot, we're heading West."

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