Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20140103210916

 Darwol 

A Chironian approaches. They're clothed in what looks like some sort of light armour made of (presumably) carbon fibre. They have a silver tank on their back, with a tube leading out of the side with some sort of spray-hose on the end. Spotting the wreckage of the machine (which was continuing to curiously disintegrate into grey dust, which was expanding like foam), they run up to it and spray more dust onto the wreckage from the hose. They look up at you. They seem to be in a hurry or a panic.

"You're not meant to be down here! It could be dangerous!"

They look you up and down,

"I've never seen your kind before. Who are you?"

 Merstenbach 

"I'm glad you changed your mind! The civilisation that existed here thousands of years ago - the 'Free Co-operative Zone' - were very irrational, they were anti-A.I. Scared of what they couldn't control, I expect. Anyway, they became very adept at defeating artificial intelligences far superior to themselves, using a combination of physical attack and cyberwarfare; far in advance of anything available today. However, I've known for some time that one of their cyberweapons is hidden under the surface of the moon; at first I did nothing of it; I couldn't risk showing so much of my hand in an infiltration mission when nobody else even knows of the Weapon!

Things have changed with the involvement of the CSF, however. The calculated risk of them discovering and successfully deploying the Weapon has become untenable! Unfortunately, their military computers have collected enough information to detect any of my usual forms of covert infiltration or social engineering; I need new material, something far from the pattern equilibrium that I've settled in! That's where you come in.

I need you to go down to the moon, as a traveller, then find and destroy that Weapon. I'll be able to guide you along the way, they won't notice; those low-level military computers don't know what they're dealing with."

The 'Milurian' pauses for a moment, you suspect simply for dramatic effect,

"I'll level with you. You were falling through the atmosphere of this gas giant, and I uploading your consciousness into my system. Physically, you're dead, but I can reassemble your body to insert your consciousness into, along with anything else you need to complete your mission. Your success is imperative!"