It was a normal enough day at the front. Well, not quite at the front, the Coalition base was just snugly enough behind the front lines that it could sit content in the knowledge that the hordes of Browncoats, Ronin and other unmentionables on the battlefield were still far enough away that they didn't have to be on constant high alert.

The base's brain idly flipped through its complement of cameras, finding a group of clones running at unusual speed through the corridors. Typical, he really was going to have to get that backup computer replaced. It was supposed to keep the clones at their posts and functioning at a basic level of sapience without requiring his direct control while he was busy elsewhere, but this wouldn't be the first time he'd found it goofing off. Computer shouldn't even be able to goof off! He really was going to have to get someone down to take a look at its AI centre.
Alas, before the poor cortex commander could place the call to requisitions and ask for an expert to come and replace the malfunctioning thing, he was consumed by the blast of the high-yield explosives the party of clones had planted directly under his life support tank.

"Iɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ Aʟᴇʀᴛ!" was all the backup computer had time to yell before the power suddenly went out and the occupants of the bunker were literally struck dumb by the sudden absence of any form of controlling intelligence, simply dropping to the floor where they stood. All except the anomalous few who, with the sudden absence of guards or pursuers, had time to slow down and celebrate their success. They weren't quite clones at all, if you hadn't picked that up yet, they were enemy forces in disguise.
Indeed, they were still in the throes of victory as they wandered into a large circular room, the lights suddenly flickered back on and all of the doors slammed. Their celebratory high-five interrupted, they quickly backed away to join the other rank-and-file soldiers lying around the floor. It was no time to break cover and get killed now!

"Bᴀᴄᴋᴜᴘ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴅ! Fᴜʟʟ ʙᴀsᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ!" A mechanical eye on a stalk descended from the roof of the room and peered around at the assorted clones and robots slowly pulling themselves up from whatever position they had fallen, scrutinising them with as smug as an expression you can make when you don't have most of the components of a face.
"I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs! Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘ!
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ!
Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ! I ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ!"

A pair of gun turrets descended from the roof and whirred threateningly, there was a long pause.
"Exᴄᴇᴘᴛ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. Wᴇʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ!
Hʀᴍᴍ... Iғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ɢᴏɴᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ!
Aɴᴅ sᴏ, ɴᴏᴡ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ!

Cʟᴏɴᴇs! Fɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ! I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ..."
And with that rather ominous proclamation, the eye ratcheted itself back into the ceiling and was gone, leaving the assembled troopers (and secret assassins) in a state of bafflement. When it became clear that he wasn't coming back, they decided they had better get on with doing what he said.
I mean, this was basically their first day thinking for themselves but if the computer said they could do it then it couldn't be lying, right? Identifying a group of traitors amongst people who don't even know what their own faces look like is probably a piece of cake.

[PS: This is just flavour. If you want to roleplay then feel free but it is in no way enforced and if this involves broadcasting the fact that you are in the mafia to everyone in the game then I would advise against it because you will lose ;)]

CORTEX COMMAFIA; DAY ONE



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