"That would work well. Can you make it so it's auto-adjusting so the helmet fits closely on someone's head? Also, how good can the armor on the MKIII be modified?"
After getting his answers, Bishop nodded and wandered off to find that strange medical looking guy he passed on the way to the armory. Once he found him again, he looks over the containers he has curiously.
"You got anything in there that's good for a techie?"
"You could do something like that, yeah. Just need a pump and pressure sensors I suppose. As per how good the armor can be, well milno's got battle plate but you could easily stick pretty much anything on there as long as it's shaped into roughly the right size."
You're headed toward the research labs when you notice the Sheep beside you again.
"It was not meant to be seen." It says without looking at you, "Fear those it has touched."
You continue on your way and meet up with a rather shady looking man in the hall. You ask him if he has anything for a techie.
"I don't know nothing but the prices"
Peel away the rest of the protective layer, see if I can somehow harness the sphere's power for myself.
((You know, I kind of guessed that the smallest, cheapest sphere would be the one to have an Artifact of Doom.))
(It was selected randomly
)
You continue to peel away the protective layer of plastic until, by accident, you touch the bare sphere.
[will:6]
The world shatters into immensity and darkness. You can hear the screaming of the stars and the maddened singing of the planets; the chaos of creation and destruction on a scale unimaginable. You see all of creation unfolding before you, every atom of every mote of dust crawling through your mind like maggots. And then, for the briefest of instances, for a time so short as to be almost meaningless, a second or perhaps a hundred million years, you glimpse the reason to it all, the plan by which it turns in the sky.
You return to reality, is it reality?, with the sphere resting gently on the bed. You feel something twitch in your head, like the beating of a fly's wing, and then nothing.
"weapons in general"
She hands you a copy of Guns and More guns.