• Progress Station Tier
• The party members found themselves in a well-appointed penthouse staring out a large picture window at the artificial sunset of Progress Station. They had drinks in their hands and little finger sandwiches. They were listening to an earnest, believable man talk about how someone had made illegal forks of their team and turned them into terrorists. They couldn’t help but agree that something must be done - that these criminals must be stopped.
• Rentlov threw his sandwich at the man and Piv, Terry, John 117 and Rentlov stormed out of the apartment. As they did so, the man sighed, said “Well, fuck,” and pushed the button on a small, handheld device. Everyone dropped like puppets with severed strings.
• The party members found themselves in a well-appointed penthouse staring out a large picture window at the artificial sunset of Progress Station. They had drinks in their hands and little finger sandwiches. They were listening to an earnest, believable man talk about how someone had made illegal forks of their team and turned them into terrorists. They couldn’t help but agree that something must be done - that these criminals must be stopped.
• Rentlov threw his sandwich and Piv made it down the hall before the strings were cut again.
• The party members found themselves in a well-appointed penthouse staring out a large picture window at the artificial sunset of Progress Station. They had drinks in their hands and little finger sandwiches. They were listening to an earnest, believable man talk about how someone had made illegal forks of their team and turned them into terrorists. They couldn’t help but agree that something must be done - that these criminals must be stopped.
• Piv stormed out and the team was wiped a third time.
• The party members found themselves in a well-appointed penthouse staring out a large picture window at the artificial sunset of Progress Station. They had drinks in their hands and little finger sandwiches. They were listening to an earnest, believable man talk about how someone had made illegal forks of their team and turned them into terrorists. They couldn’t help but agree that something must be done - that these criminals must be stopped.
Afterall, it is the only right thing to do. And this time there was no Piv - but that seemed right too, to everyone’s dull and hazy minds.
Liberty City Tier
• The conjoined party worked it’s way across The Zone - the worker residential/entertainment section of Liberty City - toward the central lift tower. With John 117 in control they tried to steal an ID scanner from a patrol car but were caught in the act. Fraying through the crowd they just managed to escape and went to ground in a backstreet alley.
• Kru spoofed the scanner to crash the whole scanner system, effectively forcing every checkpoint to manually confirm each ID as residents passed through. This allowed Rentlov to use his unique “powers of persuasion” to convince each checkpoint guard that the random ID the party got from the wall rats looked just like their morph. The trip was tense but this got them through a series of checkpoints and up the lifts past Fiddler’s Green (the administrative level) and to the Liberty City Space Port.
• Posing as a shipping clerk the party stole a vacsuit and exfiltrated to the port. They made contact with their local Firewall handler but were intercepted by Jovian security. Insurgents posing as ship mechanics ambushed the troopers and rescued the sentinels and hid the team’s morph among some outgoing cargo. They then used a small runabout as a decoy to draw away the attention of the security forces and stage the team’s deaths.
• After the dust settled the party morph was hustled aboard a shuttle and delivered to a waiting cargo ship. There was an attempt to farcast them to Pontes Station in Mars orbit, but the receiver was offline and a message from Stan the Man directed them to The Stars Our Destination. They opted to transmit to the Swarm and either merged with their Stars forks or were left as independent instantiations.
Stars Our Destination Tier
• The team spent some time trying to salvage their reputation scores and debating about what to do next with Pontes Station and Proxy Evo offline and Whitegate’s secret plans apparently coming to fruition through the efforts of a series of TITAN infected Whitegate/Rentlov hybrid forks.
• Rentlov convinced everyone that since it seemed to work so well on Ganymede, forming a hive mind with their Jovian forks would be a great idea. Though everyone was strangely, uncharacteristically up for it the only multi-mind morph he could find was a multi-bodied, zebra-colored human centipede, and given recent events and Dr. Mindfuck’s issues, few could bring themselves go through with the plan. In the end only Rentlov and Terry downloaded and only as separate egos.
• Though most of the errant robots had been destroyed, reports indicated that those that were left had somehow bridged the gap between ships and were spreading across the fleet. Kru also determined that each of the mobile storage devices contained approximately 10% of the massive Rentlov-like TITAN ego presumably recovered from the old, archived satellite the team had found.
• The Ferryman, the rest of the party and in fact the whole of the Swarm, were invited to the strange party being hosted by the Void Disciples to celebrate the activation of their new and long anticipated radio telescope. It did not take the sentinels long to realize that a super receiver could probably act just as effectively as a super transmitter and that the Oz-4 ego they had been chasing was likely going to use the wild artificial mobile storage devices to deliver the satellite ego to the radio telescope and transmit it to wherever it was trying to go.
• The party wasted no time calling in Swarm security and trying to pass a referendum that would keep the Disciples from activating their telescope. Considering their rocky reputations and unfamiliarity with promoting memes the party’s initiative failed.
• While investigating the Void Disciples collective aboard Abstinence Only, John 117 discovered wild artificials in and around the telescope. Piv subsequently planted an explosive charge within the telescope and alerted the fleet to its presence in an hopes the information would push people to a safe distance and keep the Disciples from activating it. Instead, they tried to disarm the explosive and blew up the scope, Piv, half a dozen of the stargazing cyber-monks and bunch of innocent, bystanding party goers.
• For the third time in as many days the sentinels caused a Swarm-wide pulse of news, debate and consternation with their dramatic actions. Some loved them, some reviled them and others were simply enjoying the show.
• During the aftermath of the exploding telescope, it was discovered that the mining tug, Disco Inferno had broken with the fleet and was making a hard burn towards the Blackrock Relay Station. All attempts to communicate with or farcast to the vessel were being ignored and there was not enough surplus fuel to chase after them. In fact the ship was using so much fuel it would not be able to make it to Venus considering the unexpected expenditure of reaction mass after the recent collision of Thoughtcrime and Three Sheets. On its projected course it would arrive at Blackrock a day and a half before the fleet’s original rendezvous.
• Some on the Swam thought the Tenorios were in trouble and needed help. Others thought they were just being assholes and were trying to snake the salvage rep ahead of the Boytoy vs We Come to Probe You head-to-head salvage mission broadcast. Still others - those paying attention to the underlying concerns of the past few days, were afraid that the Tenorios had been compromised by TITAN infection.
• The party sponsored another referendum - one that would give them authorization to shoot down the Disco Inferno before it got to the station and the Oz-4 ego could execute whatever it was planning. The referendum failed - people were reluctant to kill the Tenorios without a more urgent threat - but there was approval for a hairbrained plan to catch up with the Disco by loading a team into what amounted to a semi-guided missile and firing it on an intercept course with the fleeing tug. Crazy and dangerous but wild enough to capture the imaginations and support of the Swarm.
Now, if only the missile-ship can be built in time. And does not explode on launch. And the cargo survives the acceleration. And the vessel can be kept on course. And it can be stopped - or at least crashed without an ensuing fireball - when it reaches its destination.
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