Remote Access Mechanized Combat & Reconnaissance Droid [RAMCoRD] – Series: ASMODEUS 1.38a
There were several downsides to being an unaccredited genius. Without a degree the chance of receiving grants, or any type of legitimate funding for that matter, was minuscule at best. It was the price Bofoy Hakase, known to all as Metal Knight, had paid for his anonymity. It was a fair price, he supposed, but it did mean that he had to find other sources of income to fund his projects.
Thus, his current conundrum:
A 'mob boss' named Black Mask had decided that handguns weren't cutting it and made contact with one of the city's dime-a-dozen crooked cops to help him broaden his metaphorical horizon. The two communicated over unsecured text messages, which had tipped Metal Knight off in the first place, and had agreed to meet that very night - at midnight, to complete the cliché. To Metal Knight the trade represented an opportunity to acquire some new toys. Indeed, the police officer had not been stingy with his offer; among the agreed items were four MBT LAWs and a M777 howitzer that Bofoy was very interested in taking a look at. The NLAWs alone were 25.000 a pop; certainly not something a private citizen could just go out and buy.
Sadly, the only combat-ready unit Metal Knight had on hand at the time was the ASMODEUS and deploying it seemed like overkill.
And yet...
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For the first time in months Black Mask felt some of his anger leave his body. Everything had gone according to plan, to his undiluted amazement. He couldn't fathom how McKinsley had lifted the howitzer from storage and transported it to their meeting place without tripping a few dozen alarms, but he had. There, hidden inside the semi-trailer beneath more layers of tarpaulin than he could count was an honest-to-God howitzer and 50 M795 shells that McKinsley had brought on his own volition because quote; "I'm just that nice." He had planned to kill the son of a *****, but after that? Black Mask had decided to throw a few extra grand into the pot. If McKinsley could deliver more shipments like this one they would both get very, very rich.
"We doing this or what?" He heard the 'lawman' ask before taking a drag off of a cigarette. Black Mask nodded and was about to hand the man his payment - in the form of a briefcase filled with cash - when he thought he heard something.
"You hear that?" He asked, paranoia overtaking him. It was always the little things. His men sensed their boss' ire and cocked their weapons. McKinsley was starting to look like he regretted not bringing anyone with him.
"What is it? You better not be trying to f-" and that was as far as he got before he, and the tractor unit pulling the semi-trailer, simply exploded; one in a shower of blood and gore and the other in a blaze of fire and parts.
That was when Black Mask heard the whirr of mechanical joints and felt the slight tremble in the ground beneath him as a humongous machine stepped into the moonlight. The thing had to be at least four meters tall and built like a brick shithouse.
"The explosion will have alerted the authorities," a deep, scratchy voice being filtered through the robot informed them. "You have no method of transporting the howitzer. With the death of officer McKinsley there are no witnesses to this scene. If you leave the briefcase and the armaments Asmodeus will allow you to live. You have approximately three-hundred seconds before the police department's first response team arrives."
And then it said no more, leaving a fuming Black Mask to consider his options.
The rocket launchers were in the trailer and from the look of that robot's armor their 9 mm calibers wouldn't do much other than piss it off.
Son of a God damn....
The robot levelled one huge arm towards them. "The slug that killed officer McKinsley travelled at approximately three kilometers per second, and that was at fifty percent output. I advise you to make a decision post-haste."
Black Mask heard the low whine of sirens approaching. They would be here any minute.
"Let's get out of here" he spat, clutching the briefcase's handle one last time before throwing it towards the robot.
"You got me this time, robot, but it'll be the last. We'll see each other again." And then they were speeding away in their cars, leaving Asmodeus to pick up the briefcase and secure the weapons.
It was gone before the first squad car arrived at the scene.
EXP: 20
Type: Technology
Rank: B
Description: Asmodeus is the primary heavy assault unit of Metal Knight and its appearance reflects this. The humanoid unit is about four meters tall, six tons heavy and armed to the teeth.
Asmodeus’ outer shell is an alloy of titanium and tungsten that leaves it resistant to extreme temperatures. Beneath this is a layer of flexible, composite armor made from laminated polymeric fibers stacked in multiple layers that disperse kinetic impacts over large areas. Finally a layer of carbon nanotube metal matrix composite armor rests beneath the polymer. Each layer of armor is interwoven with thin, auxiliary electrical power units that serve a dual purpose in both powering the unit and discharging varying levels of electrical currents in the case of structural damage. These discharges, capable of frying flesh and circuits alike, do not damage Asmodeus’ own components on account of these being protected by a layer of treated rubber and on account of the discharges themselves being shaped.
Version 1.38a is outfitted with two primary power sources; a v3.67 fusion reactor and a v1.9c dark matter reactor located in the unit’s lumbar and chest region respectively, and one secondary power source; a polonium-powered radioisotope thermoelectric generator located between the unit’s shoulder blades. These power Asmodeus’ primary and secondary systems and circuitry (tertiary systems and circuits are separate, shielded from EMP blasts and autonomously reactive), plus the unit’s pneumatic and hydraulic joints and its weapon systems. The unit can reroute power autonomously.
The RAMCoRD series is remote controlled by a secure air gap connection and radio frequency transmissions that are picked up by the unit’s internal processors and executed without a single millisecond of delay. The series is almost impossible to hack because of its autonomous cyber defense protocols and the fact that initial handshake sequences require a physical and unique cable connection between Metal Knight’s mainframe and Asmodeus. The series is outfitted with scanners of every conceivable type and function, and three photocells in the head region that compare information on three separate systems. It is able to detect targets from several hundred kilometers away using only its own systems.
The unit is outfitted with series of flexible jet propellers on its back. These allow for high-speed and maneuverable flight at up to +10 of current running speed. This is in stark contrast to the unit’s ground speed, which hardly exceeds an average person’s running speed. Above these propellers a series of missile tubes are mounted, able to fire one (1) volley of guided surface-to-surface ballistic missiles and another (1) volley of similarly guided surface-to-air missiles (60% of total attribute in damage). The volleys can be guided by radar, infrared homing or heat-seeking. Asmodeus is furthermore equipped with two Magnetic Accelerator Cannons that fire 6-kilo tungsten slugs with depleted uranium cores (50% of total attribute in damage, 5 per turn afterwards). The MACs are single-action armaments that take two (2) rounds to reload, but the unit makes up for this weakness with the two short-range napalm flamethrowers mounted in its shoulders (41% of total attribute in damage per turn) and the two M134 miniguns normally hidden in its chest (1 damage per bullet, max 20 bullets per gun). It should also be noted that Asmodeus is extremely strong, capable of lifting several times its own weight.
Type: Technology
Rank: B
Description: Asmodeus is the primary heavy assault unit of Metal Knight and its appearance reflects this. The humanoid unit is about four meters tall, six tons heavy and armed to the teeth.
Asmodeus’ outer shell is an alloy of titanium and tungsten that leaves it resistant to extreme temperatures. Beneath this is a layer of flexible, composite armor made from laminated polymeric fibers stacked in multiple layers that disperse kinetic impacts over large areas. Finally a layer of carbon nanotube metal matrix composite armor rests beneath the polymer. Each layer of armor is interwoven with thin, auxiliary electrical power units that serve a dual purpose in both powering the unit and discharging varying levels of electrical currents in the case of structural damage. These discharges, capable of frying flesh and circuits alike, do not damage Asmodeus’ own components on account of these being protected by a layer of treated rubber and on account of the discharges themselves being shaped.
Version 1.38a is outfitted with two primary power sources; a v3.67 fusion reactor and a v1.9c dark matter reactor located in the unit’s lumbar and chest region respectively, and one secondary power source; a polonium-powered radioisotope thermoelectric generator located between the unit’s shoulder blades. These power Asmodeus’ primary and secondary systems and circuitry (tertiary systems and circuits are separate, shielded from EMP blasts and autonomously reactive), plus the unit’s pneumatic and hydraulic joints and its weapon systems. The unit can reroute power autonomously.
The RAMCoRD series is remote controlled by a secure air gap connection and radio frequency transmissions that are picked up by the unit’s internal processors and executed without a single millisecond of delay. The series is almost impossible to hack because of its autonomous cyber defense protocols and the fact that initial handshake sequences require a physical and unique cable connection between Metal Knight’s mainframe and Asmodeus. The series is outfitted with scanners of every conceivable type and function, and three photocells in the head region that compare information on three separate systems. It is able to detect targets from several hundred kilometers away using only its own systems.
The unit is outfitted with series of flexible jet propellers on its back. These allow for high-speed and maneuverable flight at up to +10 of current running speed. This is in stark contrast to the unit’s ground speed, which hardly exceeds an average person’s running speed. Above these propellers a series of missile tubes are mounted, able to fire one (1) volley of guided surface-to-surface ballistic missiles and another (1) volley of similarly guided surface-to-air missiles (60% of total attribute in damage). The volleys can be guided by radar, infrared homing or heat-seeking. Asmodeus is furthermore equipped with two Magnetic Accelerator Cannons that fire 6-kilo tungsten slugs with depleted uranium cores (50% of total attribute in damage, 5 per turn afterwards). The MACs are single-action armaments that take two (2) rounds to reload, but the unit makes up for this weakness with the two short-range napalm flamethrowers mounted in its shoulders (41% of total attribute in damage per turn) and the two M134 miniguns normally hidden in its chest (1 damage per bullet, max 20 bullets per gun). It should also be noted that Asmodeus is extremely strong, capable of lifting several times its own weight.
- Strength: 40
- Intelligence: 0
- Speed: 10
- Durability: 50
- Energy: 0
- Technology: 0
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Mission Name: Trade-Off
Alignment: Neutral
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
Description: A trade within the Black Market is set to go down at midnight tonight. The buy is between Black Mask(NPC) and a rogue agent of the local police department. Heavy-grade artillery and weaponry is set to be traded; your mission is to steal the artillery and weapons being sold from both parties in order to add them to your personal inventory or sell them for their own profit.
Reward: 20 EXP
Alignment: Neutral
Type: Solo/Counter/Initiative
Rank: C
Description: A trade within the Black Market is set to go down at midnight tonight. The buy is between Black Mask(NPC) and a rogue agent of the local police department. Heavy-grade artillery and weaponry is set to be traded; your mission is to steal the artillery and weapons being sold from both parties in order to add them to your personal inventory or sell them for their own profit.
Reward: 20 EXP
There were several downsides to being an unaccredited genius. Without a degree the chance of receiving grants, or any type of legitimate funding for that matter, was minuscule at best. It was the price Bofoy Hakase, known to all as Metal Knight, had paid for his anonymity. It was a fair price, he supposed, but it did mean that he had to find other sources of income to fund his projects.
Thus, his current conundrum:
A 'mob boss' named Black Mask had decided that handguns weren't cutting it and made contact with one of the city's dime-a-dozen crooked cops to help him broaden his metaphorical horizon. The two communicated over unsecured text messages, which had tipped Metal Knight off in the first place, and had agreed to meet that very night - at midnight, to complete the cliché. To Metal Knight the trade represented an opportunity to acquire some new toys. Indeed, the police officer had not been stingy with his offer; among the agreed items were four MBT LAWs and a M777 howitzer that Bofoy was very interested in taking a look at. The NLAWs alone were 25.000 a pop; certainly not something a private citizen could just go out and buy.
Sadly, the only combat-ready unit Metal Knight had on hand at the time was the ASMODEUS and deploying it seemed like overkill.
And yet...
____________________________________
For the first time in months Black Mask felt some of his anger leave his body. Everything had gone according to plan, to his undiluted amazement. He couldn't fathom how McKinsley had lifted the howitzer from storage and transported it to their meeting place without tripping a few dozen alarms, but he had. There, hidden inside the semi-trailer beneath more layers of tarpaulin than he could count was an honest-to-God howitzer and 50 M795 shells that McKinsley had brought on his own volition because quote; "I'm just that nice." He had planned to kill the son of a *****, but after that? Black Mask had decided to throw a few extra grand into the pot. If McKinsley could deliver more shipments like this one they would both get very, very rich.
"We doing this or what?" He heard the 'lawman' ask before taking a drag off of a cigarette. Black Mask nodded and was about to hand the man his payment - in the form of a briefcase filled with cash - when he thought he heard something.
"You hear that?" He asked, paranoia overtaking him. It was always the little things. His men sensed their boss' ire and cocked their weapons. McKinsley was starting to look like he regretted not bringing anyone with him.
"What is it? You better not be trying to f-" and that was as far as he got before he, and the tractor unit pulling the semi-trailer, simply exploded; one in a shower of blood and gore and the other in a blaze of fire and parts.
That was when Black Mask heard the whirr of mechanical joints and felt the slight tremble in the ground beneath him as a humongous machine stepped into the moonlight. The thing had to be at least four meters tall and built like a brick shithouse.
"The explosion will have alerted the authorities," a deep, scratchy voice being filtered through the robot informed them. "You have no method of transporting the howitzer. With the death of officer McKinsley there are no witnesses to this scene. If you leave the briefcase and the armaments Asmodeus will allow you to live. You have approximately three-hundred seconds before the police department's first response team arrives."
And then it said no more, leaving a fuming Black Mask to consider his options.
The rocket launchers were in the trailer and from the look of that robot's armor their 9 mm calibers wouldn't do much other than piss it off.
Son of a God damn....
The robot levelled one huge arm towards them. "The slug that killed officer McKinsley travelled at approximately three kilometers per second, and that was at fifty percent output. I advise you to make a decision post-haste."
Black Mask heard the low whine of sirens approaching. They would be here any minute.
"Let's get out of here" he spat, clutching the briefcase's handle one last time before throwing it towards the robot.
"You got me this time, robot, but it'll be the last. We'll see each other again." And then they were speeding away in their cars, leaving Asmodeus to pick up the briefcase and secure the weapons.
It was gone before the first squad car arrived at the scene.
