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• Scanning

• Organics Out Of Biological Detection Range

• Diverting Power To Medical Functions.

• Activating Spirit Well

With a sharp hiss, a crackling electronic probe glowing an eerie cyan light emerges from my chest. The lingering wisps of Napstablook beginning to coalesce around the device.

"N-n-n-never feeeeeaaaaaaarr, youngone. I c-c-c-c-ould nooooot savethefrog, b-b-b-but IIIIIIIIIIIIII cansave……….yoooouuuuuuuuu."

Slowly the little form of Napstablook reforms. I hug the poor little ghostie until he calms down.

• Reverting Back To Standard Operating Procedures

"I am a doctor."

I quickly move on to catch up with the rest of the group, my damaged systems causing me to have fragmented thoughts on the corrupting nature of power, the inherent violence found in all organics and the loveliness of toast.

I exit north

Fun fact: Ghosts can't be killed
You lose 1 experience point

I'd like to postulate that there is a difference between simply killing something and completely erasing it from existence through supernatural means, but ok.

I examine the room northeast of where we encountered Napstablook

Kommando looked at Soup King with disappointment burning through his mask and started to continue through the ruins.

"I've grown tired of walking and this is taking too long."

Kommando pulled out his drawing tablet again and summoned an M2A4 Bradley. He and his other creations all climbed into it and began moving further towards the end of the ruins.

"This is much better!"

• You continue to be pulled along.
  "I think this situation calls for a travel song."

• Looking through your audio files, you find your only vaguely-marching-adjacent theme and broadcast it over your speaker module.

"Damn it Kai-Jim, I'm a doctor, not a Secutarii."

Clambers into the APC with the Kamerád Toaster tucked safely under his arm and leaves the stagehands to squabble over the last few seats.

Kommando sat at a small desk inside the Bradley, in his hands before him were two small plastic figures, one resembling him and one resembling a 5 ft tall, dark-brunette with ankle-length twintails, dressed in a long, rust-colored skirt and a white button-down shirt with an azure blue blazer over top. Kommando seemed wholly absorbed in whatever he was doing.

"Oh Kommando, you're so kind and handsome! Will you marr-"

Kommando immediately looked up at the two machines entering the Bradley and slammed his torso onto the desk and folded his arms in front of himself so as to hide whatever he was doing.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?!?!?! THIS IS MY BRADLEY, I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD COME IN!?!?!?!?! GET OUT AND GET YOUR OWN ARMOR!?!?!? BY THE WAY THE M2'S AN IFV, (Infantry Fighting Vehicle) NOT AN APC!!!!! (Armored Personnel Carrier)

J, the muscly CIA waifu, grabbed Soup King and Talkie Toaster and threw them both out of the Bradley and locked it behind her. The M2A4 sprung into action and sped away from the two at it's maximum speed of 35Miles per Hour.

• The stagehand catches you and, without asking, throws a V-sign at the M2 before setting you back down.
  "…if only I had hands, I could build a superior transport vehicle! And yes, that's normal information for a sentient toaster to have!"

Kommando looked at the mysterious stagehand that always accompanied Talkie Toaster then thought to himself.

"Peace? Wha? Huh? What does that have to do with anything?"

Kommando pondered.

Mago: "Maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with that M2A4 you're riding…"

OK, seriously. I'm confused. Is he doing it as a peace sign or is he Australian/British and he's flipping me off? I genuinely can't tell.

There is a crossroad. Are you taking the tank due east or northeast?

Mago: "I wouldn't go straight east. I've heard that the citizens of that area are pretty violent…"

I get that it's scary that spiders eat spiders, but it's not like they would eat anything bigger, like us. Even if they did, buying their stuff would likely appease them.

"Moving North!"

The M2 Bradley moved North, demolishing a doorway it was too big for.

As the group walked through the smashed doorway, Mago leaned to Olors and said "If that tank doesn't scare off the natives, Sir Kommando's personality certainly will."

well that explains the lack of encounters

𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓼: 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮'𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓭𝓮, 𝓻𝓾𝓭𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 5- 𝓽𝓸 10-𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷

I slowly make my way over the rubble that used to be the village's primary defence against hostile wildlife, keeping pace with Kamerád Toaster's exhausted stagehands.

"You know, if I were not currently diverting power away from my personality cores, I'd be feeling quite hurt right about now about being thrown out of a moving IFV."

I pause to pick up one of the stagehands that have collapsed from exhaustion and toss them over my shoulder.

"I find it a bit strange that he threw you out too though. Tech Priests normally seem very fond of toasters."

Kommando_Kaijin stretched is arms out over his head and said in a cocky, naive manner.

"Gee, it sure is boring around here!"

The M2 Bradley then starts drifting in circles with the turret rotating in the opposite direction.

Kommando caught the two plastic figures he had earlier as they began to fly off of his desk from the Bradley's movement, he then suddenly had an idea and looked at his tablet.

"I shouldn't, it would be weird and cringy!"

He then looked back at the plastic figures and sighed.

Meanwhile, the three uniformed girls from earlier sat amongst themselves and had found time for their hobby: Music. The blonde, Kitty, sat tuning a guitar as did the pink-haired metalhead, nicknamed "Pinky" the short stout one, nicknamed "Dusty" sat practicing drum beats.

"We haven't really practiced as a band and sang a song." Kitty said.

"But we haven't finished writing any of our songs yet!" Pinky replied.

"We could always play one of the classics, just fer practice." Dusty commented.

Dusty then grabbed her guitar and began strumming out a slow, sad tune and began to sing.

"He said 'I'll love you til I die…'"

"NO GEORGE JONES!!" Kitty and Pinky interrupted in unison.

"How about this then?" Pinky said as she started playing the intro to Iron Maiden's "Two Minutes To Midnight.

"I forgot the drums for that." Dusty replied trying to hide a smirk.

"Then… well… _Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see the World? Do you want to see the world a different way?"_ Kitty sang as she began playing her guitar. Unfortunately, her love of The Kooks was not shared among her peers.

"Well, we only have one choice then!" Kitty announced as she pulled the other two closer to her and began whispering to their ear, only pausing to glance at the reader in an odd and out of place 4th wall-break. Having found a song they could agree on, the three then began playing:

Kommando sat drawing on his tablet, nearly finished. The music from the other side of the IFV had helped him work faster and he giggled as he began summoning another OC.

• I didn't type too much did I? Should we be keeping these short?

As we were going through the ruins, I said to who has the cell phone:
Could you call Toriel? She seems familiar with this place, maybe she can help us.

Mago: "What is this 'cell phone' you speak of?"

Mago was obviously not going to be of any help in taking the call.

I think Kaijin's waifu has it

J, the CIA waifu, pulled out the phone the strange goat-woman handed her earlier.

"You have 5 minutes to give us directions. Failure to comply will result in immediate apprehension."

J sat in place, unmoving as she waited on Toriel's response.

Mago: "Yeah, that'll convince her. You're almost as brutish and crude as your creator. And believe me, that's saying a lot."

I arrive partially hidden under a pile of stagehands who passed out after valiantly carrying Kamerád Toaster, the stage and all of the lighting equipment through the ruins.

"Greetings Organics. Have we missed the rock concert? I feel these poor souls need some cheering up."

I carefully lay the stage hands down on the most comfortable pile of rubble I can find, placing Kamerád Toaster on top of the pile so he can talk to us face to interface.

• You are shocked, but not surprised, at the current situation.
  "I don't think pointing weapons at these people is going to help in any capacity. For all we know, we might be giving that flower that nearly killed one of our own the opportunity to achieve its plans with all this violence, if it has any! Like my assembly line welding arm always said, all flowers with faces are heartless bastards!"

"I can confirm this. My unit once supported an uprising of the mortally-challenged which got brutally crushed by militarised flora. Those vile creatures just smiled cheerfully as they mowed those hapless fools down in droves."

The torch flickers in a way that briefly shows that the portions of metal under Soup King's Auspexes are slightly shinier than the rest of his face plate.

Kommando, having grown confused by the random, off-track happenings he's partly responsible for summoned the robed woman from earlier again.

"Teleport us into that Goat-Woman's house!" He announced as he sat there watching a walkthrough of Undertale in an attempt to figure out what went wrong.

The woman merely looked forward apathetically and in that instant, the entire group- -and the M2A4 Bradley, were teleported inside of Toriel's foyer.

"Fantasti-"

Kommando was interrupted by the sudden sensation of being jerked downwards. The floor crumbled beneath the Bradley like it was a gas and a loud crash sounded throughout the house. The fall had triggered a misfire of the M2's TOW missiles, fortunately they went down a hallway in Toriel's basement and their detonation actually widened the hallway to where the Bradley could push through it with a little rubble clearing.

Kommando, Kitty, Pinky and Dusty sat in place screaming in terror staring at the TOW Missile which had long since left the launcher, upon the realization that they had not accidentally blasted themselves to oblivion, they all sat down and breathed deep sighs of relief.

"Is everyone still ok? Any broken bones? Anyone pinned underneath rubble? Nobody's under the Bradley are they?"

What Kommando had failed to notice was that the other group members were teleported to Toriel's kitchen, where they were greeted warmly with a Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie. Only Kommando and his summoned OCs in his M2A4 Bradley had been teleported to the foyer

J had returned to the group after getting no response from Toriel… except the group was gone. In frustration she crushed the phone in her fist and pulled out her radio to contact the Bradley. Once she knew where to go, she marched towards Toriel's house. She already had to go there, anyways.

Mago: "Next time, do not bring a fucking tank."

"It's an IFV! Infantry Fighting Vehicle!" Kommando faintly yelled from the ruins of the basement.

• Scanning

• Organics Detected

• Processing Situation

• Diverting Processes To Personality Sub-Systems

"01001000 01100001 01101000 01100001 01101000 01100001 01101000 01100001 01101000 01100001 01101000 01100001 01101000 01100001"

• Reverting Processes Back To Standard

• Scanning For Organic: Designation Goat Mum

Kommando then noticed that J was missing.

"Shit! Now who's going to shovel this rubble."

Remembers that the three uniformed girls are descended from supersoldiers.

"Ok, since you three can just flip trucks like plastic tables, you're going to move this rubble so we can get out of this dump! I'm going to make sure that the Bradley still works."

Kitty, Pinky and Dusty began shoveling and moving the destroyed and disheveled bricks and stones.

"This going to take forever…" Kommando complained.

Did you check the living room?

Mago: "What's a living room?"

It’s the room with soft chairs. If a house has a fireplace, it would most likely be in the living room.

Mago: "I thought that was called the study…"

Well either way she’s probably there.

J had finally found her way to Toriel's house and promptly punched the door down and stared into the gaping hole where the foyer once was and at the M2A4 Bradley trapped inside the whole. She jumped down on to the turret and entered the hatch.

"Oh, good. You're here." Kommando commented. "Now you can help me finish… erm… inspecting the engine? …While those three outside finish clearing the rubble."

And with that Kommando disappeared back to his desk and began drawing meticulously on his tablet again. He appeared enthralled and excited with whatever he was working on.

Meanwhile, Kitty had just finished shoving another pile of bricks off to the side of Toriel's house when she uncovered something. A large gate was in front of her, she briskly marched back down the collapsed hallway that had become more of a trench from their cleanup efforts and into the Bradley where she informed Kommando of her discovery.

"Nice, finally a way out of this mess!" Kommando exclaimed.

A couple hours passed by and the rubble had been cleared. The M2A4 Bradley moved East down what was the hallway in Toriel's Basement and then North to the gate. They stopped just before proceeding through it to discuss how they should go about exploring what lay beyond the gate.

Will you continue down the hall, or head upstairs?

• Reviewing Situation

• Highest Chance of Casualties Calculated

• No Fun Allowed Protocols Initiated

I let out a mechanical sigh and hand over Kamerád Toaster to Olors.

"You are the only sane organic here. Look after my little friend whilst I try and limit the number of civilian casualties caused by the Magos and his Automatons."

I carefully climb down the hole made by the IFV and, once out of sight, take my helmet off and have a good look at the age-worn picture emblazoned on the front.

"Creators, give me the strength to carry out my duty to the end."

• Transforming To Pursuit Mode

I take up a quadrupedal stance and scuttle off down the hall at speed.

With the toaster, I search the house for Toriel, avoiding the IFV hole for now. If she isn't inside, I search the area just outside the house and then, if I still can't find her, return to the kitchen.

"Drone footage shows Ice and mountains up ahead, there also appears to be buildings to the East. We'll need more than just an IFV and one fireteam." Kommando announced as he pulled out his drawing tablet and scribbled up an M1A2 Abrams, an M132 Armored Flamethrower, an AH-64E Apache Attack Helicopter and 4 more women, this time clad head-to-toe in full combat uniforms complete with gas masks, night vision and Modular Tactical Vests. Two of them both had nametapes that read "McMadeth" and upon further inspection, were evidently identical twins, another one, about three inches shorter, although much heavier was next to them her nametape reading "Smithson" and the last one, shortest and slimmest of all, but only by two inches and still 5'10" stood attentive with her nametape reading "Dixon." The twins had M16A2s, one with an M320 Grenade Launcher Module and the other with an OKC-3S bayonet, they both had dual MP5Ks holstered on their belts and and numerous other implements of war on their person, Smithson had an M240G with a USAS-12 Automatic Shotgun slung over her shoulder and a Mk 153 Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon packed on her back, Dixon was carrying the least of them all with a scoped AR-10 equipped with a suppressor and bipod, she had an MP5SD3 slung behind her shoulder and an M107 Anti-Materiel Rifle on her back.*

"Move out!" Kommando ordered and the gate was demolished and passed through by the armed force he had conjured.

"Look at all this snow, Kommando!" Commented a short young woman wearing a long, rust-colored skirt and a white button-down shirt with an azure blue blazer over top. She followed Kommando back into the Bradley and began shaking the snow out of her long, dark brown twintails. "It's like Christmas out there! Isn't it wonderful?" She said.

Kommando agreed with her and showed her to her seat and then climbed into the commander's hatch of the Bradley and sat there supervising the march Eastward.

My audio sensors pick up this song as I make my way through the tunnel and I grow more than a slight bit concerned.

Mago: "Is that…boss music??"

The small convoy stopped immediately afterwards upon coming to a rickety old wooden bridge, too small and frail for their vehicles. Kitty stopped and noticed something in the bushes next to the demolished exit from the Ruins, it appeared to be a camera. She reported her findings immediately.

"Ok…" Kommando said as he looked around.

"Through those trees. We'll have to go around. And be on your guard, we're not alone down here."

The M1A2 Lead through the forest, felling any trees it came in contact with. The M2A4 and M132 followed after it. The came out of the flora at the other side of the bridge and took note of what appeared to be come sort of sentry station and an oddly child-shaped lamp. The 4 women and Kitty, Pinky and Dusty were about to cross the bridge when they noticed something behind them…

I rapidly scuttle along the path made by the convoy at a not-at-all worrying 60mph, producing a sharp "shing shing shing" sound as my limbs stab into the ground.

• Achtung!: Multiple Signals Detected

• Organics: 1 Machines: 4 Unknowns: 8

• Positive ID On Organic: Magos (Kaijin)

• Convoy Designated As Non-Hostile

• Amplifying Vocal Unit

"Never fear, the doctor is here."

As I approach it becomes clear that the convoy, which somehow includes an attack helicopter despite the fact we're underground, appears to be taking up defensive positions facing the bridge I'm about to cross.

I pause and perform an advance scan of the area to search for hidden threats.

Kommando sat there eating Chick-Fil-A waffle fries, dipping each one in a generous amount of Polynesian sauce before somehow eating it through his gas mask.

"You know… I just realized something, Shirley…" He said.

"What, Kommando?" Said the short woman from earlier.

"I was going to split up my current forces into two teams and try to recreate a WH40K: Squad Command mission in a forum post, but if I split them up now into teams of 6 Infantry Units with one Vehicle replacing one of the Infantry like in the game, I'm going to be short 2 units on the second teams." Kommando explained.

"Huh?" Shirley was confused.

"I could summon two more OCs, but that would be kinda cheap and I think my rampant summon-spamming might be annoying the other RPers. Even then, what two OCs do I have that would work well alongside Kitty, Pinky, Dusty and probably the M1A2 Abrams?" He continued.

"What about Kitty?" Shirley tried to ask.

"I mean, I have plenty of battle-hardened badasses, but they're either a little too individualistic to work well with Kitty's headstrong stubborn leader tendencies or too large of a group to fill the two remaining spaces." Kommando droned on.

"Spaces, Kommando? Is this a military thin-" Shirley was interrupted yet again.

"Eh, whatever. I just hope that Omega MISSINGNO guy shows up again and narrates Sans approaching Kitty and co. and…" Kommando paused "I haven't named one of my most important OC teams! Uhhh… It should be an acronym…" He thought for a second. "Ehhh… Clandestine… Insertion… and Disturbance Team? CIDT? It's not that good, but it will have to be a placeholde for now!" Kommando, kept thinking, eventually running out of fries and in his trance, carrying out the motion for eating and grabbing a new fry empty-handed.