ATTENTION: As of right now, Ivan, Adrian and Mason are all able to use the radio again. Good job guys. Cut em with the razor. Be careful not to touch the panel.
You pull out the razor and power it up. You pull the panel up and with a single swing slice through all the cables.The world boils around you as the panel comes free. When everything has reformed you're back in the clearing, standing in front of the metallic object that all the men you killed were clustered around. You look down at where the panel and the platform it stood on. The panel is now a Field manipulator of some kind and the platform is some sort of horrible organic...thing, just all flesh and eyes and expanding and contracting membranes. It's bleeding some sort of viscous white substance where you carved the panel from it.
((WAIT. A field Manipulator, isn't that a more advanced Psychokinetic Amp on the list? If so, I can have it installed back on the ship!))
Mason stores the field manipulator for later study and leans in to analyze the charred clump of organic matter, wondering if the 'old man' was just another strange illusion, or if there's more to this than meets the eye, once again.
Turning around, he wonders if he can now communicate with the others.
"Hey, can any of you hear me? I think I broke... Whatever it is!"
((Read the Armory OP. Field manipulators and Amps are a blanket term for the same thing. They're machines that allow the user to manipulate physics and other things. A field manipulator is used manually, while an amp piggy backs on the brain of the user and uses their neural networks to do the computations. I'm calling them field manipulators simply because they're not in someone's head. But no, all amps are called (something) psychokinetic amp. Amps use will, Field manipulators use intelligence))
You take a look at the lump of organic matter. It's real enough, whatever it was and even though it's badly burnt it's clear it wasn't human.
"Hey, can any of you hear me? I think I broke... Whatever it is!" You shout over your external speakers.
"Yes, I can hear you." One of the other men replied, and a chorus of similar replies followed.
"Obviously we all were set up. Let's go find the other crews, so we can get some allies before stopping this. Adrian leaves the wreckage, testing his radio as he walks towards the ship with anyone who will follow him.
You head back to the shuttle, testing your radio as you go. It seems to work.
((I Say we gather all those stranded crewmembers and start a riot of our own. Hey, FREE MEATSHIELDS!))
((All of us have spinal implants capable of delivering nerve-wrecking shocks if it happens to please Steve. Happy rioting.))
((Wait. We DO?! D: ))
Awaken from my peaceful dream. Grab Diary and enter passcode.
Start revision of wording due to idea gleaned from dream.
You wake up and enter the password into your data pad. After a few thoughtful seconds you begin writing.
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