The New Offworld (Faction)

DocSlime

Tson
Voice turns around, his helmet shines to indicate a charged soundwave. He sees the reptile tongue and tilts his head.
"Falk? Your so-called Pope is... look for yourself."
Keys of Chaos and Conversion walks up to Adams and is shocked by the appearance of Adams.
"This? Voice, you've mistaken."
Keys touches Adams to feel if he is still channeling the Queen's signals. He does, but Keys refuses to show it and shrugs, walking away.
"Either we kill them and gear up, or find a new tank."
The eerie voice of Astrum Deus bursts out. It is furious.
"Mortals! You idiots! This is not a cooperative arena, this is a fighting arena! How stupid do you have to be?"
Another silent voice whispers something in response.
Deus rethinks his fighting arena as a result.
"Might be wise to do that."
A repair kit appears right on top of Adams. The kit contains a few wrenches of varying sizes, a pipe wrench, some nails, a stapler gun, and among everything else, a decorated key. It is golden.
"Copy that and both of your parties may get out. Or you can grab it and run away, since you're pals with each other and it's a perfect opportunity-"
Keys fires in the general direction of the voice, his bullet shaping
F OFF
Keys opens the bolt and loads another bullet directly. He still wonders what idiot designed an open-bolt gun of such caliber.

Tson

DocSlime
Steel stares incredulously at Adams, "What the f-"
Jameson: "What is wrong with your face?"
Adams looks bewildered, then horrified: "Ah, well ur, oh i guess it doesnt matter now."
he does something with a concealed stud on his wrist and the rubber skinsuit retracts into his medical backpack, the others can now see that he is covered entirely in yellowish scales, his head also is hairless and elongated a little like a snake's and he posseses a great many sharp teeth that, due to the fact of an alien physiology appear to be fixed in an eternal grin, his tongue flicks in and out of his mouth, he speaks:
"Sorry for the deception, it's just that my race is not too keen at the moment at bieng found so they sent me as a sort of scout to the inhabited regions, don't worry, i am actually a doctor, and my name is adams, or as near enough that it makes no difference"

Everyone looks at him weirdly, he picks up the toolkit:
"Well come on then, lets get cracking"

he walks toward where the other party is standing

DocSlime

Tson
The four men are startled by Adams' appearance. Saws crosses himself.
Keys is not as much surprised and is eyeing the toolkit.
"What is that thing?"

[Make up an excuse and run towards the exit]
[Show him the key]
[Try to agree on trying to replicate the key]
[Threaten and move to the exit]

"Er, brother. How do I even refer to you now?"

Tson

DocSlime
"I dont know what it is, but it's probably useful, by the way, just call me Adams, i'm kinda used to it by now."

DocSlime

Tson
"Uh-huh. Let's see what's in there."
Keys demands to hand over the toolbox.

RandomCommander

DocSlime
U21 completely passes the nook where ARJT took cover in, allowing a clear shot for it. It almost took the shot, but stern orders in a silent, secure rift-based link from DEUK made it decide not to take it after all, silently holstering its pistols and biding its time.

The door of the cockpit seems to have a chunk missing, but it's at such an angle that it would be troublesome at U21's current angle to view through it. So he pushes off the floor with his feet and uses his wings to flip around so that he would be standing on the ceiling of the ship, but instead of standing he decides to crouch down and get a better look through the gap in the door. He sees a mess of a flight control board, the canopy is cracked in multiple places and half the controls are either broken or missing. The flight sticks are still in one piece, but mostly useless as the ship is not flight-capable anymore. A display that is relatively undamaged shows that about 70% of the ship is missing. The only notable weapon onboard this ship is a roof-mounted cannon - and it is sealed off.

The Pilot Android seems to be huddled near the very broken part of the controls, a silly-looking swiss-army wrench in one hand, and a standard laser pistol in the other. A passive scan reveals that there are two somewhat invisible auras surrounding the android - one is a deflective energy-based field and the other seems to be creating small gravitational forces pulling the android towards the floor - which from U21's point of view is currently upside down.

DocSlime

RandomCommander
U21 wonders why is everything upside down. From far enough away, Unit's weapon can even be mistaken for a lightsaber if the lance length is correct. The handle is made out of lead and is decently heavy, but as hardlight has close to zero mass, the weapon is excellently balanced. The lead partially blocks radiation from the inbuilt rechargeable reactor, but the radiation levels around the handle were measured at about 2 Sv/h, and in places without direct sunlight or under the cover of atmosphere, that would certainly be told apart from background levels with pretty much any device. Unit decides to get attention and discuss the situation. He stands up from cover and slightly increases lance thickness, making it brighter.

RandomCommander

DocSlime
ROLD noticed the illumination levels have risen, but as a result he could better assess the damage. As it had surmised, the conventional wiring connected to the cartography systems on the only cockpit remaining on the ship had been cut by immeasurable force. The android carefully severed the damaged cables and reconfigured the swiss-army spanner into a sort of stylus with a welder apparatus attached. It took a small chunk of metal from the ship, jammed it into a small opening in the tool, and proceeded to "draw" a wire from one section to the other. It did this about two more times before something on the dashboard lit up.

The Pilot stood up. "I suppose I should thank you for the light... Thank you." It obviously sounds nervous, like it knows that this is a previously-detected yet still unknown entity it is talking to. Meanwhile, footfalls could somehow be heard from the structurally sound room behind U21, made clearer from the bending and creaking of unstable metal fixtures.

Tson

DocSlime
Adams: "Sure"

Steel: "Urrr..."

DocSlime

RandomCommander
Unit approaches even further and moves to the cockpit's door. He politely knocks on it, raising his hand so it would be visible through the hole in the door, signaling peace.

DocSlime

Tson
Keys grabs the toolbox. He sees the key almost immediately and shows it to the party. Voice is singing something to collect the tank debris in one pile with his sound helmet, Plates is still drumming on the rocket launcher in tune to Voice's singing, Saws is looking at Adams and barely blinking. Only Saws notices the key and shrugs.
"We could use the wrenches."
Keys takes all the tools and throws the key back to Adams. Keys then pukes some Fractality bots onto the wrenches and waits for them to transform into much better sentient wrenches that could fix the tank that Voice is assembling. One wrench is done in less than a minute, so Keys repairs the piano almost instantly with it and plays along to Plates and Voice. Plates noticed that and took out two small pipes from the tank debris to play on the rocket launcher, which sounds surprisingly much like a drum when hit.

RandomCommander

DocSlime
The other Android opens the door, the ROLD inscription now visible on its left arm. It nods and gets out of the way to allow U21 access. The footsteps draw closer until two other, much heavily armed androids walked in.
"See?" the Android with the biohazard symbols said, "They come in peace, was it so hard to notice that?"
"I will admit it was quite difficult to suppress my fight-or-flight programming" the pilot android admited.
"Argent, Help the other one out, will you?"
The android with the ARJT inscription rolled its shoulders and said in a reluctant tone: "Affirmative..."
As the Gunslinger android went outside to help U34 in, DEUK turned to ROLD. "Roald, have the ship activate personal gravity fields for our guests."
The Pilot Android started typing on a console, and U21 fell from the ceiling - though he activated his wings just in time to avoid falling on his head. When U34 was blessed with a gravity field, ARJT had to exert notable effort dragging him in, due to the damaged legs.

Tson

DocSlime
Adams does stuff, yeah, (Sorry have lost track a bit, what is the key for?)

DocSlime

RandomCommander
U34: You didn't have to.
U21: So, what exactly happened here? 34? Anyone?
U34: I've found this thing on a junk burning mission. The greens think dumping reactors into the sun is bad, so I was just about to throw it at our planet and found these guys here.
U21: That I can understand, but what do you have to say?
21 turns to the Droids.
U21: Also, excuse my friend for... yeah. That. I could say that was a glitch in the system.
U21 chuckles.

RandomCommander

DocSlime

U34: You didn't have to.

ARJT: "I still felt it was necessary."

U21: Also, excuse my friend for... yeah. That. I could say that was a glitch in the system.

DEUK's visor seems to close and open rapidly, simulating a blink, perhaps? "I get it. Glitcher-type Androids. Pun Intended."
ROLD: "I admit it was clever."
DEUK: "Let's be serious for a moment. We are the only 3 functional androids out of the 5 native to this droneship. One is literally embedded into the Reactor Core and the other's processing systems are corrupted."
ARJT: "Polter was a unique gunner android, but now he's a monster. We sealed him in the roof-mounted cannon."
DEUK: "Our Troop Transport Droneship, after a catastrophe of a mission, is only able to sustain us for so long. Roald estimates in approximately 12 third-layer cycles we WILL be junk to be burned in a planetary atmosphere somewhere."
ROLD: "I wanted to say that myself, Duke."
DEUK: "I think it is better said by someone who has proven to have a sensible logic pattern."
ROLD turns away and emits an electric growl.

DocSlime

RandomCommander
Both Glitchers look at each other, calculating possible ways to rescue the stuck droids and somehow gain from it. Energy and time aren't free, after all. U21 reaches for his pocket, but U34 almost immediately calculates a few outcomes and slaps U21 in less than half a second.
"Clever, but why did you hide it?"
"An amputee is asking questions!"
"Indeed."
U21 calculates the answer for a whopping second.
"We could have both droids resurrected, seal the reactor by channeling the bots through the stuck one, and have 2 new allies."
"Allies? You call mindless sacks of robo-rot allies?"
"Yes."
"Then the price of a whole android life-"
"They are not quite immortal as we are. Different OS."
"IT IS NOT WORTH IT ANYWAY!"
Both androids entusiastically try to slap each other, hitting each other's hands as a result.
"Plague Doctor!"
CLANG
"Pervert!"
CLANG
"Backstabber!"
CLANG
"Amputee!"
CLANG
This continues for a few seconds until U21 simply moves out of reach.
U34 unhinges one of his legs which now resembles a pancake, and tosses at 21.
CLANG
Then they proceed to exchange frisbee throws at each other's faces until 21 catches it and throws in the outer space.
Both look at each other as if their eyes shot lasers.
"Filthy rustsack!"
"Filthy nutsack!"
"WHAT?"
U34 punches the floor with enough force to be sent flying and headbutts 21.
Both move out of each other's reach and continue staring at each other.

DocSlime

Tson (Opening the door from the arena. One party that has left is victorious and then the arena is locked up for reconstruction, so leaving would mean burying the other party alive.)

Tson

DocSlime
Adams: "Hey guys, i have an idea, why don't we all leave in unison, as technically by not killing each other it could be said both teams have won."

Jameson: "Good idea"

Steel: "Agreed"

DocSlime

Tson
Keys looks at Adams.
"Leave? Are you saying we can't leave whenever we damn please? We'll rebuild this tank first, however it is. guess today's the only day I can insult the Pope openly"
Keys then turns back to the tank and continues playing his piano, his sudden stop to respond being greeted by angry eyes of Saws, Plates and Voice. The tank pieces were almost collected in one place by Voice's voice.
"I think we can begin. What's with your wrenches, Keys?"
"One is ready, one hour for next one."
"Horrific. Let's not delay any further."
Voice starts assembling the tank's treads and shaping the other bits and pieces in the shape of a perfectly normal tank with a perfectly normal turret by singing an unintelligible mess of sounds.
All three other men cover their ears.
"The heck are you yelling, Voice?"
He continues yelling gibberish to the tune which is now obviously absent due to musicians covering their ears.
"Why is not anyone playing? Brace yourselves!"
Voice continues.

RandomCommander

DocSlime

ARJT - This is actually an interesting system of checks and balances right here.
ROLD - I don't get it, they are literally insulting eachother on vocal channels and adding slapstick to the equation. It only ends in dented cheekplates and broken feelings.
DEUK - Then be thankful they haven't come to a consensus to treat us as junk. If that were the case, there is a high probability we would be judged inadequate to continue service and deleted after the kerfuffle ends. We three have been given a second chance, don't waste it.

DEUK: "Would you two kindly stop that? As much as we would like to say otherwise, we ARE in a cut-off-from-resurrection situation. The Droneship's memorybanks and recouplers are no longer existing and out of power, respectively."
ARJT: "I would say that the Core-AI of the Dimensional Collective would not think highly of this, but as it seems, they are too busy doing the same thing you are doing right then. Except in a different dimension."
ROLD: "I cannot say so for the Core-AI I am connected to, due to an obedience filter, but I am starting to hate every other Core-AI in existence."
DEUK: "I would like to remind you zapbrains that the mere mention of our faction could trigger unexpected reactions in these Glitchers that we so nicely invited over to our wreckage."
ROLD checks the now functional galaxy map on the control board. "We are nowhere near the borders of established DC territory, I am willing to guess that it is a very minor risk."

((Gotta leave, expect delayed reaction.))

Tson

DocSlime
Adams leaps forward and starts playing along on the piano, slightly out of tune due to the fact that his inner ears have shut down to prevent damage, He shouts to keys:
"The reason we have to leave together is that this key will only allow the exit of one party, so if we leave together we will be only one party"

DocSlime

RandomCommander
Unit 34 sighs. Unit 21 shrugs.
U21: Come on, 34. We are handling an upcoming rebellion, and we are not handling it right.
U34: If you could so gladly bookmark this wreck, take me back to the new Sta-
Unit 34's head lights up with a lightning arc.
U34: -take me to the Cita-
It is zapped again.
U34: -take me home and pay for recovery and these new legs Hexer wears, I would like to reconsider abandoning these guys here.
U21: Come on. What was Hexer doing? We don't need another dick in command.
U21 grins, but only imaginarily as Glitchers' mouths are rigid and are made for crushing pretty much anything not tougher than stone and eating it.
U34: Fine. I'll pay for the legs. Do you have any clue about how much red-lights pay for quality worker upkeep material?
U21: No, and I'd like not to, Red Baron.
U34: Someone's gotta do it, and if nobody else is doing it, that someone oughta do it good.
U21 takes a 10x10x10 cm box and clicks a few buttons on it. The buttons are slightly lower than surface to avoid accidental presses.
Both Glitchers vanish with an FTL flash.
"Damn, I'm empty. Hey! Ye, you, 50! Where's the closest Citadel fuel station? Ye, on the way!"
"Next time use the private chat, old fart."
"Says a gas station worker!"
U21, carrying 34 on his shoulders, quickly throws off 34 at the Glitcher alternative of a hospital, and runs for the fuel station.
He arrives alone at the shipwreck after about 5 minutes from his departing.
"Hello again, friends. Do you have any plan on rescuing yourself, or I should make one up?"