The New Offworld (Faction)

DocSlime

Tson
"A mountain? Scheiße! We'll just have to get out the road, don't we? Guys, is there something in the mountain to pay for the tank's delivery or any fuel? You've checked? We simply can't drive this thing offroad, and are dying of hunger slowly but surely. Maybe some food? We've got a hundred chunks and about... 10000 credits here. Maybe you know where we could raid a droid city? We'd gladly let you pass if you tell us at least something. And as you can see, armor and guns wouldn't hurt either."

[Inform them about one of the following: droid city as told by the Driver Droid, lie about fuel in the mountain]
[Offer one Relic, weapon or armor piece]
[Sacrifice a member to open the road, roadwall and possibly something else]
[Ask about the tank and grim look]
[Leave them alone]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel offers them Jameson's old Armour and his laser pistol

DocSlime

Tson
The man takes the weapons thrown over the barrier.
"Oh, pretty neat, eh, guys?"
The vampire man stops trying to eat the tank.
"Aye, that'll do, but who are we fighting anyways? Harmless robots?"
"They would be harmless if they saw us bravely standing on this tank as if it's perfectly functional."
The vampire man does not respond and keeps stabbing the tank.
"Hey, Voice of War!"
The chubby man turns to the tank.
"What?"
"We could use a laser gun and armor, right?"
"Right, so what?"
"Should we cut off a part of the tank to imitate a passage through the barrier and let these guys pass?"
"If we let them pass they'll kill us, Saws of Sacrilege."
"Good point. Well, I suppose it was nice knowing you, sollies. Thanks for the moun-"
"Hey!"
The Voice of War and Worship rethinks his idea.
"You know, they'll find another entrance here and kill us. There must be a way Cleaners get into corridors, right?"
"I see. Fine, take your chunks."
The man hanging on the flag descends to the hatch and throws a barrage of 100 MC and 1000 credits over the barrier.
The vampire-like man finally cuts off a bit of banana, revealing soft and ripe innards. He proceeds to impale them on his keychain and eat the banana.
"Keys of Chaos and Conversion, why are you meddling with our tank?"
"I am eating it."
"Eating? It is actually edible. Men, we're having a grand dinner tonight."
"Don't forget your pyrotechnics, we should have them stashed in the tank."
"Voice, you actually thought our tank would be of use?"
"Let's not discuss our vital plans in front of soldiers armed with a gigantic gun."
The Voice of War and Worship jumps on the tracks, so does the bald man. Keys of Chaos and Conversion digs inside the banana and sits there, eating it inside out. The tank very slowly accelerates toward the mountain, meanwhile The Pulse of Pandemonium, the man that hanged on the flag, equips the armor and the gun, now sitting on the turret.

-1 elite laser pistol
-1 light combat armour
+100 MC
+1000 Credits
[Ask about the tank and grim looks]
[Ask to stop and make another offer]
[Attempt attacking them over the barrier with Adams' syringes]
[Move on]

Tson

DocSlime
Ask about the looks

DocSlime

Tson
The Voice of War and Worship jumps off and signals to stop the tank. Six Stringed Saws of Sacrilege hits the brakes again.
"What? Ah, that. Well, it is a very long and embarassing story..."
Pandemonium Pulse stealthily signals, asking for a bribe from the top of the turret.
Voice looks up. He disappointedly shakes his head.
"Are you a complete idiot, Charles?"
"You too, we have aliases."
"You yourself gave them money!"
"Well, what was I doing just right now?"
"..."
"..."
Keys of Chaos and Conversion throws a piece of banana to Voice and Pulse, and signals to get the tank moving when the annoying soldiers and medic finally shut up.

[Throw another weapon, armor piece or Relic]
[Leave]

Tson

DocSlime
The party moves off

DocSlime

Tson
Keys throws an arrow-shaped piece of banana pointing forwards so it is visible to Saws. The runners get back on tracks, and the tank slowly moves forth, to raid the mountain. Keys looks back at the soldiers.
"You've had a chance. I bet this tank that if you could talk us into it, we could take you for a ride, even. But you say nah, we say nah too. Goodbye."
The party advances along the barrier. It took about 5 hours to reach a gaping hole in the barrier, where the barrier poles are corrupted with an unknown fractal-shaped braiding, the grass nearby is corrupted with that braiding as well, and as the party moves a bit closer, they start to feel an urge to either vomit, suicide or bite another party member, or all at once. Colours begin slowly fading, and everything around is extremely silent.

[Walk as far away from that thing as possible]
[Walk around the thing]
[Get to the road]
[Harvest the braidings from grass]
[Eat the braidings]
[Yell loudly, shoot the Duck Hunter, stomp or otherwise break the silence and urges]
[Try to either electrocute, burn, freeze or poison the grass]
[Unique: Burn the grass by dealing self-damage. Jameson shoots self for 1x60 non-crit AP dmg, activates the armor buff]

Tson

DocSlime
Jameson: (Ratatatatatatatataatatat) "YAAAAAAGH"

Steel: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAN, 1 YEAR ON LATRINES!!"

Adams: "I wanna go home"

DocSlime

Tson
Jameson uncontrollably fires the single shot of the shotgun, loudly yells right on top of the grass.
The grass begins burning in the shape of a diamond, the upper points of the diamond begin burning in two identical circles, forming a heart shape with the diamond's 90^o angle.
Grey smoke exudes from the burning grass, and once it settles, five what seems to be a failed engineering program between Glitchers and Constructian Droids repaired with Fractality appear around Jameson, aiming at him. They all wear long black coats and hoods, but one that wields a crossbow and not a grenade or dart gun with Fractality-tipped or filled bolts, appears to be a normal human repaired with Fractality.
"What is it? Do you seek to thwart our expanse? Do you not want the best chance this planet has for survival?"
-asks the human.

[Agree]
[Refuse]
[Open fire from the assault rifle]
[Blindly run away]
[Try a bribe with either the rifle or the Duck Hunter]
[Embrace the cultists]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "Who are you?"

DocSlime

Tson
The human replies after sighing. Everything around is almost black and white, and the party feels like they're going to vomit with every word said.
"We are the Fractality. Now leave this place and never come back, vandals of peace, and maybe we will reconsider having you to join."
The vomiting urges stop, and the colours slowly return as the cultists fade back into smoke that drifts down into the grass, braiding it again.

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "What an unpleasent experience"

DocSlime

Tson
The party decides that there is no better chance to get back on the road. Just as they step on it, the braidings on poles turns into grey smoke again, freeing the barrier and the cultists appear from the smoke again, except they were materialized perpendicular to the barrier pole and so fell to the ground the very moment they appeared. They quickly stand up.
"What did we tell you? One of you, right now!"
The cultists aim at the party, the human begins slowly ascending and produces metallic tendrils from his back. The tendrils seem to have a mind of their own and try lashing at the party, but are too far away.

[Throw a piece of gear and run]
[Sacrifice a party member]
[Run, fast]
[Engage in combat]
[Embrace the cultists]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "I would like to inform you that I am the official representative of the Hospitaliers on this planet, so if you wish to harm us you will incur the enmity of the Hospitaliers and their allies."

Jameson readies his weapon

DocSlime

Tson
The human is so annoyed, angered and dissapointed that he chokes and spits out a small detached tendril instead of speaking, and unwillingly dissipates. The other cultists turn to the literal pile of Fractality nanobots remaining from the human and kneel, muttering something. The pile of bots is first clueless, but soon climbs into the cultists, with more bots allocating to the cultists with vial dart guns and not grenades. The small tendril crawls to Jameson and tries to climb him. All Fractality bots seem to avoid this tendril, and the cultists look at the tendril as if it was a nuke flying at them and point at it in a mix of awe and fear. Meanwhile, the braiding on grass and barriers fully sloughs off, wiping all sense of dread and vomiting.

Tson

DocSlime
Jameson grabs the tendril and throws it as far as possible, the party run through the gap onwards

DocSlime

Tson
The cultists are angered, seemingly thinking that whoever has this maggot-tendril is their leader or something. They take the tendril and to avoid being unwillingly chosen, hold it all at once and load into the human's crossbow vial bolt, shooting Jameson with the bolt with unexpected accuracy. Every single cultist took part in the shot.
The shot hits and shatters, Jameson can barely feel it. The tendril climbs onto his neck.

Tson

DocSlime
He grabs it and holds it out in front of him with his combat knife held up against it

Jameson: "One wrong move and this thing gets it!"

Steel: "Don't stop to talk, MOVE"

DocSlime

Tson
The cultists do something with their eyes and zoom on the party. One stands in front of the other cultists, points at Jameson and repeatedly knocks itself on the forehead, if it even has one. Then it depicts the tendril with its fingers and acts as if it's going to eat it, then gives a thumbs up.

[Let Jameson eat the tendril]
[Let someone else eat it]
[Cut the tendril with the knife]
[Throw it at the cultists]
[Fire at it with a gun or slice with Steel's sword]

DocSlime

Tson
DocSlime
Please respond.

Tson

DocSlime
Adams examines the tendril

DocSlime

On the ever-flying elite plane of Offworld, a man appears. Reports of this exact man in this exact clothing with this exact haircut and with this exact beard and with this exact personality are still intact. The man has once appeared on Offworld's Celestia Beta, where he enlightened a few people and quite possibly resurrected one, then was murdered by the ex of the resurrected person who killed the resurrected person for the second time afterwards. Next time, he appeared on Offworld's first station as a doorman. He continued enlightening his colleagues and warmly greeting guests. Then the Cloud came and ate everything, including this first "Proto-Station". Then, the man was found hanging around the proper Station after the Offworld has built its base on an asteroid. He still continued enlightenment and warm words to everyone, and saved a test subject from not quite sane engineers. The test subject survived after fatal wounds from ripping off her implants and managed to fully recover and regrow limbs after laying down in a T-shape for 3 weeks without eating, drinking, dying or taking any medicine.
Now this man is on the Elite Plane, saving a dying brain cancer patient that can't access the Prolongation machines.
Notably, most people saved by him were doing one or more of the following: being kind to people regardless of anything, wearing clothes from one type of fabric, dying of something they had no control over, and making mistakes they deeply regretted.
More notably, the man has vandalized Prolongation machines every single Sunday and somehow fabricated papers with a signed agreement of freeing the body donors for Prolongation.
Even more notably, the man has appeared in each of the stations or otherwise flying objects on Saturdays, and was reported to be officially dead three times.

RandomCommander

DocSlime Onboard an Explorer-Class Subcore in the middle of god-knows-where, a Scout Model android reads this excerpt on a holographic newspaper while standing in front of the communications array. After reading the excerpt, it takes off its reading glasses in a simulated-yet-honest expression of awe.

"Jesus Christ, it's Jesus Christ!"

Something occurred in the Scout's calculation matrix and it put the reading glasses back on.

"Well... One form of him, anyway..."