The New Offworld (Faction)

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.

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.

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?"

RandomCommander

DocSlime
ROLD: "I managed to get scanners online by some miracle during the time you were off doing whatever. I've detected some unknown derelict object - very large, but there is too much interference to discern what it is. It's about 1 or 2 FTL jumps away - but we need to build a new, functioning FTL Drive, the previous one was vaporized."
ARJT: "If it is a friendly unknown object, we can ask the inhabitants - if any - to help reconstruct our ship. If hostile, that doesn't matter - we are supposed to be a boarding crew, we'll neutralize any hostiles in the way and clear out, possibly take over the big whatever."
DEUK: "The main problem is, there isn't a quick way to get a functioning FTL drive module installed on this ship. Whereas we could use your--"
ARJT: "Don't even. I do not think we have earned their trust enough for them to even consider it. I don't think I trust their technology in the first place, either."
DEUK: "Suspicion is typical behavior for us, but I still feel as though their assistance is paramount to our survival in some way."
ARJT: "Feh, better than waiting for our death, I guess."

((How likely is it that Inter-Dimensional Androids on a broken troop transport are likely to get some idea of - or at least stumble upon - the Citadel Space station these Glitchers are mentioning? If it's too unlikely, I have an alternative idea.))

DocSlime

RandomCommander (The Citadel is literally a citadel on the planet, where is the new Residence is located, and thus the biggest planetary defense force, including the hexagon beam projector. Most of it is out of gold, including Hexer's office hidden amongst other offices and his new legs. Structure is mostly steel.)
U21 evaluates bringing two heavily armed androids of unknown origin and intentions into the heart of the fastest-growing industrial city designated to designing and building spaceships and nukes. After he remembers about the nukes and that a single explosion would cause a chain reaction and nuclear winter for approximately 86 years on Offworld's only planet, he declines.
"No. We simply cannot invite anyone to the secret heart of the planet, and I'm afraid we're only building space-capable things, well, since last week. We have two colonist planes and a dive bomber. They somehow withstand space. I don't know. I am a better spaceship myself then any of these two we built. I would only propose a heavily confidential venture into Hospitaliers space as we Glitchers are respected there and they won't tell us apart that much. They have a hospital that we could amass our, um, diplomats in to try and repair your ship. Or we could call like 50 of Glitchers to rebuild this thing, but the cost for fuel to get to the planet for resources and back to shape them into armor would be greater than the resources and work price combined. Alternatively..."
"..."
U21 exchanges messages with CRATE. CRATE, besides the allowance to indeed perform the next action, tells U21 about how awfully a lizard not-anymore-disguised as a man plays the piano and how it is shapeshifting a soon-to-be-tank into a 3D edition of a child's drawing of some dragon.
"...we could ask for a shield and a reactor to be delivered here, place the shield and crash into another... is it surely another... maybe... Ahem, we could crashland into one specific place where the one specific person will probably intervene as per request of their relative, and we could land softly instead of crashlanding, amass resources and rebuild the ship free of charge in this hallowed no man's land... yes, brilliant..."
U21 informs CRATE to call the Construct "Hallowed Ground" for confidentiality. CRATE insists in calling it "Hallowed Metal" and after a second-long debate, they agree that "Hallowed Metal" is better.

DocSlime

Tson
Keys covers his ears and stares at Adams, signaling to stop the playing.
"You're asking us to join you or what? No, and this isn't some fantasy game. Now stop ruining our tank, and get out if you have your bloody key! We'll blast this door open if we have to! And damn it, STOP PLAYING!"

RandomCommander

DocSlime ((Any Slave-AI android of the DC stands out like a sore thumb - Assault-Class androids are bright red, sometimes with grey symbols, and their inscriptions are in black. This is the same color scheme as their ships. For stealth insertions, however, they are able to alter their appearance, even to seem human to some degree, with the help of onboard "armory modules," which doubles as their weapon recharging/restocking and armor refitting station much like a regular armory.))

ARJT: "I really hate this idea - someone is bound to go flying off into space during the collision."
DEUK: "Do we have any other bright ideas?" A pause for about a second, "Then we have no choice but to go with it."
ROLD: "If we do end up crash-landing due to some unforseen mishap, the wreckage should be too destroyed to discern what it could be. However, we three should probably alter our appearances to seem a little more... 'natural' to the environment, prior to forced landing."
DEUK: "Surprisingly, the armory module has survived the escape alongside the recharge bay, I think that would be for the best." It turns to U21, "When the Shield and reactor arrives, we shall alter our appearance before initiating the plan."

Tson

DocSlime
Adams: "Fine, see ya"
Walks off, Steel and Jameson join him and they proceed from the chamber
Jameson: "Whatever..."

DocSlime

Tson
The party leaves the arena through a conveyor large enough to house a tank with locked doors slamming down periodically in front of them. Putting the key near the doors would make them get disintegrated by a plasma field and open the way. The party moves through the conveyor belt for about a minute of destroying doors, and walks about six feet upstairs. They are in a small apartment house, and a massive sign in front of them.

YOU ARE VICTORIOUS. THE FURTHER OUTCOME OF YOUR NEMESIS WILL BE:

As the party reads that, the sign begins writing next letters on its surface.

...DEATH BY CRUSHING. IT IS PAINLESS, DO NOT WORRY. THIS IS TO PREVENT DISENCOURAGEMENT OF FUTURE GLADIATORS AND REBUILD THE ARENA TO SUIT THE NEXT GLADIATORS. THIS WHOLE HOUSE IS FILLED WITH LOOT FOR YOU. ENJOY, AND THANK YOU FOR THE RAID.

The house they have found themselves in resembles a small Russian izba house of about 1800's. The party sees a doorless doorframe to the right, left and a pitiful resemblance of stairs leading down and up.

[Go upstairs]
[Go downstairs]
[Go left]
[Go right]
[Go wrong]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "Ah well, i guess they had it coming"

Adams: "Oh no that's mean, why can't they just keep them to fight against the next lot"
He then shouts his suggestion into the air, waits for a moment, then looks dissapointed

Jameson: "Guess they aint listening, anyway, lets get the loots boys"

They start looking for loot

DocSlime

Tson
The party notices that Spidertron is missing. However it is, they split up.
After about an hour of transmitting found resources, the Hospitaliers receive the following:

Gear:
Scales Armor
Duck Hunter
Makeshift armor
Greatswordsnipergun
Yellow and blue spot potion
Default gear
Resources:
1000 credits
200 units FTL fuel
1kg pure gold
Hardlight Weaver, reverse engineer-proof: explodes if disassembled, uses Construct Metal to reflect scans of itself. Can be used to weave hardlight fabric that can travel independently of the Weaver and used as ordinary fabric that is also everything-but-EMP-proof. Shooting this fabric with heat weaponry, plasma weaponry, electric weaponry, exposing to EMP will cause the fabric to rapidly degrade and burst into plain light. Hitting it with hardlight will cause an annihilation, resulting in an explosion of roughly 100-200 kg TNT and destroying both the Weaver independent on its location and the projector of the other hardlight item. Requires great skill to properly conjure fabric in desired shapes, visit Offworld Citadel or Capital to learn from U60-S, the Weaver of Silken Ways, Offworld's #1 tailor.
100kg Refined Thorium. Can be used as very efficient reactor fuel when presented with a small amount of Plutonium. Mostly inactive otherwise. Visit Offworld to forge an alloy with Photonium that serves as a core component of Offworld's unique "Lightcaster" blasters which emit compressed light, and if normal light is considered gas-state, hardlight is solid-state, then this blaster fires more liquid-ish light. Can be modified to perform alike anything between a sniper rifle, plasmathrower and grenade launcher. Adding a parabolic reflective barrel will cause the light to be emitted fully forwards, giving the possibility of precise shots.
5 FTL Drives
5 Reactors
1 Personal FTL drive. Holds enough fuel for a human-sized person to jump about 10-15, depending on body size, lightyears two times with precision. Longer jumps are not as accurate and may lead to appearing in a wall or open space. Holds only two coordinates: "home" bookmark and current. Causes gangrene-like symptoms when excessively used by organics, and often short-circuits robotics due to imprecise limb scans. Better scanning would greatly enlarge the device and increase fuel consumption from 1-2 units to ~10 units.

The party arrives back at the General Hospital once all resources were jumped to the Hospital.
( @Tson Now try to guess who were the tank crew based on. They're real people.) (Spoilers)

DocSlime

RandomCommander
"So be it then."
U21 messages U34 to call in a reactor and a shield to serve as a heat shield, and tells him to pay with 21's money.
After about half an hour, planetary defense systems power up, as well as the hexagonal beam. They aim directly at the wreckage and fire, which looks terrifying at a distance.
A payload arrives soon after the shot. It parts, revealing a reactor, shield, and U34 with his hardlight gun and new legs, as well as proper wings this time. The legs are in fact a ball and a foot, the ball serving as a knee joint and uses directed magnets to "attach" itself at a distance to the hips, as well as attach the foot to itself. It works surprisingly well. Hexer's elite edition can project hardlight coverages that look much like conventional legs. U34 lands with new magboots, grabbing the reactor using his new boot. The leg is too bouncy to properly walk, but U34 says that "it was a rush" and the doctors could not tune the legs. Anyway, U34 throws two magnetic disks on the ship, which immediately attach with more force than U34's first landing. He then places the reactor and the shield on these disks, creating an acceptable, but obviously not-for-combat and definitely not-for-crashlanding connection.
"We're set, now I'll make a door through that new joint, and we could supply the shield."
U34 begins shooting the walls of the reactor and the shield, creating a large enough hole between them to walk through. Noticeably, some of U34's shots left a [REDACTED]-shaped bullet hole, as well as being pink. His blaster dies once he starts to trim the edges of the improvised door.
"Guess that's that. 21, power the shield and keep it so."
With that, U34 leaves to the other side of the ship, calculates something for a whole minute, and begins occasionally thrusting with his wings while sticking to the ship, slowly and gently driving it to the planet.
"Expected arrival time - er, one sec... no, not one second, of course, it's about... yeah, almost a day. 21, throw some energy cells at me time to time, I need these powered too."
U34 nods at the wings, and continues thrusting.

RandomCommander

DocSlime
DEUK disapprovingly looked at the shape of the hole U34 made, but shook its head and let it slide.
"Alright, scrapheads, to the Armory!"
ROLD and ARJT headed into another room, not as structurally sound as the previous, but still mostly functional. DEUK materialized a glowing elipsoid and started channeling power into it.
"Considering this is an Offworld... world, the templates are relatively untested, but hopefully it should suffice."
The Biohazard-model Android finished casting some spell and the elipsoid rescales and envelops DEUK's body, transforming it. The result is a resemblance of a dire-looking homo sapiens, but instead of skin it is some sort of paler, skin-like polymer. He (the form resembles a Male build) is clad in black-and-white armor made of hybrid leather/metal and representing parts of a skeleton. Two skull shoulderpads are donned and tipped with a bone fragment sticking out of the cranium of each one. The being had long, white hair and a slender build. He has a skull-tipped wand on one hand and a poisoned dagger in the other. His previous plaguethrower-esque weapon was nowhere to be seen.

The Gunslinger walks out, it seems as if it turned into a different robot, much larger in size than previous, and even more blocky and angular than a regular Dimensional Collective android, not to mention a more neutral color scheme. Its head takes the shape of a barbuta helmet, the visor forming a T-shape, and the interior being made of a more conventional metal, blue eyes glowing from within. The arms have upsized, sporting shoulder pauldrons reinforced to protect the inner servomotors and projectile generation matrices, which are connected to robotic grabbers attached to two gaussian-enhanced slugthrower carbines, one in each grabber. Attached to the golden-rectangle body are its legs, each made up of two congruent, boxy segments and heavy, beveled feet.

The last android - the Pilot - made a weird choice. It is now a much stockier, basic android made up entirely of a grey substance. Upon closer inspection, that substance is actually a collection of nanobots stitched together into a humanoid form. The head is cubic with rounded edges, and the only resemblence of a face is a large viewscreen taking up most of the forward face. It still had a holster holding its laser blaster, and the swiss-army spanner now seems to be built into the new droid's left arm, working in tandem with the nanobots to form different tools that would act as its left hand now. The other two entities look at the new pilot for a moment.

Now-human-like DEUK speaks in a slightly hoarse tone that compliments its electrical voice, "Your a pilot, not an engineer. Why did you choose that template?"
ROLD responded, its voice relatively unchanged, "It still holds navigational capability, I just set that skill to max."
"...What?"
"Nevermind."
ARJT straps both slugthrowers on his back and clings on to something still structurally sound. "I SUGGEST HANGING ON, THIS WILL BE TURBULENT."

((BONUS: I have also based these "templates" on video game characters. ARJT's representation may be rather hard to guess, though.))

DocSlime

RandomCommander
After the long and boring Earthday of flying to the planet, U34 yells and tells everyone to get in the shield room as the ship will soon be entering atmosphere. That happens almost immediately after 34's command, and the ship falls through the atmosphere, burning through the shield without success. The ship leaves clouds and will crash in a few seconds. Everyone is terrified, but then a gigantic worm with six orbs around its head jumps out of the slightly shiny metal that forms the ground and eats the wreck whole. After a few seconds of traversing in the worm, the shipwreck is gently spat out on an asphalt road. The wreck soon dissipates into light, which is being vigorously eaten by the worm. It leaves soon without any more interaction. Notably, the worm passed through the androids entirely. U21 shakes his head in sign of disregard to the worm whose true name is unintentionally identical to Intergalactic English for reproduction of higher primates. U34 politely bows down to the place where the worm supposedly left. The worm quickly resurfaces, eats 34 and leaves just as boldly.
"Yeah, four man limit. Women were not tested yet."
U21 shrugs.
"Let me initiate the spectator code."
U21 moves his arm, as if clicking something on a gigantic touchscreen. The ritual or whatever that is resembles dancing. Tracking the motion of the arm, it is revealed to be a more or less precise outline of Menger's Sponge up to three generations. After performing that, U21 is immediately pierced by a large metal tendril that erupted from the floor. The tendril is made out of a different material than the floor. It wiggles inside 21's chest and head, then leaves, patching up the numerous holes it left with an array of different fractals. Extremely small nanobots sprawl from the chest, rising up to 21's head, who (it?) activates after about a minute.
"THERE IS NOTHING UNUSUAL ABOUT THIS ROBOT'S APPEARANCE"
"PLEASE RESUME YOUR DUTIE-"
"What was this? Oh. I've been chosen. Interesting."
U21's weapon disappears.
"Since we're in the middle of the road, the Wall will be chasing us at an increased speed. Raise your weapons, let me see their grace. When the Wall will be visible, it will slow down to about 4 km/h, so if I do not inspect weapons before, we'll have to walk with raised arms like idiots."
As 21 finishes saying that, one-way god-knows-what barriers rise from the edges. They look like hardlight and some sort of forcefield at the same time.
"These will protect us from whatever lurks outside. No shot can pass through, and hardlight is only accessible at least 1 km away from this shield, or in the final treasure room. I don't suppose you need briefing, so let us proceed, fast. We all have things to do, especially me."
U21's left arm has finished being rebuilt into fractals entirely by now. Some bots crawl away from U21 and outside the barrier to find organics to slap onto U21 and use as additional organs and limbs. They quickly crawl over the barrier with some grass that is being intricately woven into the fractals of Unit and especially his new arm while Unit is inspecting the weaponry.
(The pilot kinda resembles Replicators to me, couldn't guess anything else.)

RandomCommander

DocSlime ((Really? I guess we have extremely different taste in games.))

DEUK gave a concerned look, but decided not to press the matter. ARJT, on the other hand, was noticeably uncomfortable. "Is this a common occurrence? If so, I should have brought a plasmathrower."

ROLD shook its screen-head, "I have studied Random Personalized Generation simulations while I was still a Trader-Class. There seems to be a trigger on this one regarding Plasma-based weaponry that makes it ill-advised."

DEUK spoke softly as he raised his wand and dagger, "Just as long as this fate befalls Twenty-One and not anyone else, I will not complain."

ARJT unhitched and raised its slugthrowers, "Still not as bad a corruption as what befell Polter."

ROLD took out the laser pistol and raised its other arm despite not having a weapon. "Let's just get this over with."

DocSlime

RandomCommander
(I can't believe I missed the Engi, but others are completely unknown to me. Guess we really do.)
RandomCommander
21 raises his hand that is currently being reinforced, decorated, or both with grass, and lets out a small cyan beam that outlines the weaponry. The beam creates a hardlight tablet and writes on it, before quickly throwing the tablet away in the air, where it dissipates.
21 sighs.
"Well, I have yet to practice."
He sends a small team of nanobots to form an Offworld Traditional writing on the floor to attract that worm so it will be informed about the required changes. The bots arrange in a formation, and are immediately eaten by that worm who saved the shipwreck. Or was it really that worm? It looks like there weren't orbs around its head anymore.

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"Please ignore the worms, they are not exactly on my side, and definitely not on yours. Why? Imagine that your pet has converted to Zoroastrianism and the next day a bunch of ants are thrown into your house, with complete disregard of you and that it's actually your house and you did not invite these ants."
While U21 is certainly affected, he still seems to retain some personality. After some thinking, he blatantly lies.
"So, the owner of this house has decided that you must like fighting. As a punishment, I presume, he has disabled combats entirely. Let us show that we are worthy, and proceed along the road, if you will."
(Converter)

RandomCommander

((Eh, I might as well spoil what they are supposed to represent: Pilot - Engi | Gunslinger - Maverick | Leader - Necromancer))