Habololy Forum

The double doors at the one end of the workshop open up into a storage room, which is the fourth quadrant of the hemisphere. Racks of shelving are arranged perpendicularly to the outer curved wall. They are mostly empty except for a couple of boxes. A hazardous liquid storage cabinet sits adjacent to the double doors. At the far end of the storage room is what looks like a small fighting circle with a mostly empty weapon rack and 2 mannequins (1 dohwar and 1 humanoid) staged nearby it. This room, like the others, is chilly but not freezing.

Q doesn’t linger in the storage room. He ushers you through a door that leads back to the antechamber. He hops back on his Doom Chariot and secures his harness. He trumpets another phrase in dohwar and there’s another flash. You are both back in the ship’s maintenance shop.

“Well there you have it. My Lair is open to your use with my supervision provided you help me with my research on the living construct. Knowledge of both my Lair and my research is Top Secret and I will not hesitate to unleash my fury upon you if you let it slip. Questions?”

Understood.

Have you kept a log of your efforts? And how about asking any of the new crew if they have heard of a world or sphere where others like Sunny can be found.

“Of course I have I log.” Q turns and waddles over to the one door at the end of the curved room and opens it. You see living quarters on the other side of the door. The room is the same size and shape as the study and done in the same Bond villain futuristic decor. There’s a large circular bed, dressers, a small dining table with 4 sleek chairs, and a kitchen area. On the wall that arcs up to the ceiling is a large mural depicting the same group of 4 dohwar shown in the study’s portrait but this time in a variety of very explicit intimate positions.

Q goes over to a nightstand next to the bed and grabs a book. He brings it out to Dr. Hat and closes the door behind him. “Here’s the log.”  It’s written entirely in dohwar.

Opening the door in front of him, Q leads you into a study. The room is one quadrant of a hemisphere. It’s about 20 from the door you just came through to the outer wall circumference, where the wall curves upwards and inwards. There’s a door at one end of the room arc, and you’re  smart enough to figure out that this place probably has 3 more rooms laid out like a Simon game inside an igloo.

The study’s decor is like a 60’s supervillain lair from the Bond movies. Stark white, furniture is sleek, minimalistic, and futuristic - smooth lines, few details, and odd shapes. There are egg shaped chairs with orange upholstery. A bowl shaped couch suspended from the ceiling. Full bookshelves run along the wall next to a busy but neat desk. Chalkboards hang in several places, on them are copious notes, equations, and pieces of paper. Your attention is initially drawn to a very large portrait hanging above the couch of 4 dohwar - a prominent female figure in the center and 3 males subserviently posed around her. One of them is clearly Q.

As you take in the painting, Q waddles over to a chalkboard and knocks loudly to get your attention. “This is why I brought you here. I’ve been collecting data on that living construct as I’ve been repairing it.” You see upon closer inspection that the board is full of notes and sketches of parts of Sunny. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s a bizarre mix of magic, psionics, technology, and…something else. I must recreate it. Imagine an army of sentient constructs at my command. Re’Alph and his minions would never stand a chance. Revenge would be MINE…But it is advanced and the secret eludes my great intellect. Perhaps you could be of use. Your knowledge of living things and technology could be the key. Let’s review what I know, shall we?”

“Excellent!” (What’s a roach?)

Assuming you show up to the maintenance shop on time, Q ushers you in then closes, locks and bars the door behind you. The shop is surprisingly empty. No tools out, no works in progress, clean workbenches. With the exception of a single ornate box clamped on one table.

“If you speak a word to anyone about what I’m going to show you today, it will be the last thing you do. My wrath will be merciless. My current plan would be to chemically incapacitate you while you sleep, drag you back to this workshop, and spend the rest of my days finding new and creative ways to shove your entire needle collection into your exoskeleton while you sit there aware but unable to move or scream. Or I may improvise. Are we clear?”

Lakini looks for a quiet space to meditate.

You better stay out of the Maintenance Shop.

So we’re giving command of the ship to some guy we just met?

There are enough materials for that.

What would the design and craft DCs and durations be?