((Yeah.))
Hum the XCOM theme if possible while waiting.
Well, if you just both sides and had them charge at each other, then the UWM and Altered would win. Mostly because the Altered have this annoying ability to devour and regenerate or grow using the corpses of the dead. That combined with the UWM's habit of taking a laser rifle and just sweeping them across the front lines and slicing apart men made it very hard for the other side.
"Oh, come on, what do you need corpses for, anyway? Can't I just have one? I need to practice, uh, medicine on it."
Ask nicely and reason with the nice medical professionals.
The Doctor sticks his head out of behind a privacy curtain and says "If you really want a corpse, I can make you one."
He then stares at you.
Examine all the settings on the battlesuit while approaching the front at a steady pace.
"All I know about them," The man says, "Is that small is 2, medium is 5, large is 10."
((Weren't the little ones three?))
[aux:4-1]
You poke at the keyboards arrayed around you in barely comprehending awe. You manage to find something that says "Jump Pod" Oooh, that might do a thing.
You reach the first of 3 trenches and calmly stride over the cowering heads of the soldiers in the first trench, and then the second, until you reach the front lines. A barrage of ballistic teeth plink off your armor as you stop to look around. The standard altered solider, standard only in size, each a unique snowflake of tortured flesh and serrated bone hastily mutated, swarms toward the trench mindlessly. They're mowed down by the hundreds, a wall of bodies slowly growing in front of the trench. Something large and cat-like stalks through their ranks, it's feral attention attracted by your size.
Ok...
Exist the VR. Look for the doctor. Ask:
Hey Doc, Can I know your name? Just to search for the weapons you made on the VR. And do you prefer melee or ranged weaponry? Common or Uncommon? Can you give any tips about swordfighting? Or any type of melee fighting, even bare fisted?
You head to the infirmary and find the Doctor standing around. You ask him for information and stand around expectantly while he thinks.
"I can teach fighting. Yes. Melee. But name. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
Add an extra layer of armor around the fuel tanks. Double the fuel tank size then test how long the fuel will last and the speed and maneuverabillity of the bot.
The thing is that the tanks are already taking up a very large part of your drone, so doubling it is gonna mean doubling the drone's size, which means more powerful rockets to actually make it fly. And that all means more money.
(also yeah, not gonna prototype this. Not while the Mobile drone platform exists.)
Finalize the design, save it, exit VR, look around the Rec Room.
You save your design and look around. Hmm There are a lot of people in here. Loooooot of people who probably want to hurt you.
"Huh. One more test, then time to see what makes these thing tick."
Summon another steel block, and heat it to around two thousand degrees Celsius, and shoot it. After that, explode a Red shell and look at its components.
((I like the look of these. Cracking Battlesuit armor and damaging the Avatars cloak? Awsome!))
The block of steel melts before you even shoot it. Oh.
The Redshell looks like it's just a normal shell, hollowed out and filled with HE and a impact fuse.
I thought I only put 1 in STR whys it my heighst stat?
Piecewise can I have my sheet?
Anailater
Name: Mason kervech
Age: 26
Gender: male
Appearance: Caucasion, ginger, brown eyes, goatee, always wears sunglasses, 5'9.
Personal information:
Born in a poor family, his parents did what they had to so they could survive,
and they were caught for it.
Mason turned to a life of crime, when he heard that his parents were killed by a notorious serial killer in the H.M.R.C., he got himself caught so he could find the bastard and make him pay.
Unfortunately the serial killer was already dead, and he is stuck on the ship of hell.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Shopliffiting and on purpose
Stats:
Strength:0 (-1)
Dexterity:3
Endurance:3
Charisma:4
Intelligence:5 (1/3)
Willpower:5 (1/3)
Skills:
Speech: 0(-1)
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 0 (-1)
Conventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary systems: 0 (-1) (+1)
Medical tech: 3 (1/3) (+1)
Profession: Fleshtech
Roger, tired of doing nothing, goes over to Havel. Hey, you want to fight?
You join Havel in the ring, ready to punch punching in the punch.
Roger, tired of doing nothing, goes over to Havel. Hey, you want to fight?
Reply cheerfully while stretching and indicating the other end of the ring. Fight song.
Do I ever! Hop on in champ! Hope you don't mind if I bump some tunes.
You hum your fight song and punch at the air.
The available variables are
Colors: Red,Blue,Purple,Green, Gold
Symbols:circle,square,triangle,pentagon,hexagon,heptagon
Modifiers: Vertical line,horizontal line, diagonal line
"All I know about them," The man says, "Is that small is 3, medium is 5, large is 10."
((So, anyone wants to solve the mystery of the alien capsules with me? It'll be !!FUN!! for all those involved!))
'Could you tell me who has bought one of these things before?'
Ask above. If he doesn't remember, ask Steve. If that also doesn't work, send a message around to ask who has bought a capsule before.
"That Bishop guy already got all that info. Ask him, I don't remember. Oh, no, I remember, I just don't care. Now buy a thing or don't buy a thing."