What if I... but wait, no... maybe with some... or maybe not...
Keep thinking. There has to be some way to insulate the suit, right?
"Fish paste... cork... some guy standing next to me with a lightning rod... a metric ton of elastic bands... damn!"
[int:3]
Uhhhummm Well...A lightning rod might actually work...assuming of course that they hit you in the head or there abouts...
Poke around the back of the infirmary.
The door to the back of the infirmary continues to be locked.
((Oh good, mystery solved. Well, resolved, at least.))
See how feasible it becomes using arm-mounted pistons on an exoskeleton frame.
Also check the range on the standard model, and how much the force supplied affects that.
Arm mounted pistons on a exoskeleton? Yeah thats perfectly reasonable. As per "Range on the standard model" I'm not sure what you're talking about. Arm pistons don't really have a standard model.
"That is a bother. Would have been useful in similar situations, but I guess I don't need to bother going to the science lab then, that was the most important of my questions. I think I saw a tinker program when I did my simulations, so that should solve my fibertronic needs if I can find someone to assemble things if they work out... oh right, are there any limitation on amps? They do take up space in my skull."
Go to the rec room, watch TV for news. Especially look if there is some sort of shadow outbreak on the world we last visited.
You scan through the news looking for something about a shadowy holocaust descending on the planet you just left, but find nothing.
Well, thanks nonetheless.
Go to the rec room and find a suitable place to work. Try painting a picture of the Tower as we saw it (half-shrouded in darkness).
((On an unrelated note, do the conventional weapons installed on a vehicle take the pilot's Con or Aux skill to fire? And, generally, at what point does the conventional weapon with a computer strapped to it start using Aux instead of Con? ))
[handi:6-1]
You paint a stunningly realistic image of the Tower.
(Well, in general, if the pilot is still aiming then it's still his con skill. If he's, say, marking a target using a computer then thats Aux. And something like the gunner bot doesn't use any of his skills, just the bonuses of it's weapons for range.)
Go to the armory master and ask whether there is sandworm available and also ask for spices that can be used to season the sandworm.
"Why does everyone keep asking about sandworms and spice? Sandworms taste like crap."
Lukas taps his foot impatiently. "Spaceworm tastes like crap? Seriously? Give me ten minutes with a spaceworm and the right spices and I'll serve you the best spaceworm you ever ate."
"Oh, that reminds me." The armory master says, pressing a button on the intercom next to her desk
"Bring the stuff in. Yeah, that stuff."
"I am going for a nap, when i wake i shall get MY VENGENCE!"
This is a lie instead I shall go to the A.M. and ask,
"Your good with manipulators right?"
"Better with amps, but yes, I'm good with manipulators."
Permanently open faceplate.
[str:5+1]
You grab your faceplate and jam it up as the servos screech and pop. It crunches into place at the top, permanently stuck in place.
((I forgot to ask, but is there some kind of barrier between the faceplate and the outside?
Also, no decompensators for...natural strength, or will it be set to +/- 1 to a 5? It's natural strength. 
))
Feyri nodded after a long time of silent composure. She was always fascinated with the weaponry of old, being the progenitor of all the technology of today. Now, she held one in her hands.
Stifling a squee, she emulated the duel rites back in the day.
Feint, then thrust @ Jim!
((SC: I believe you hate my timezone? I do. Because I believe it hinders our progress 
))
There is a clear visor, so you can have your faceplate up and still be sealed. And yeah, there are decompensators for strength. There's decompensators for everything.
Jim continues to wait at the ready with the cutlass to parry her attack.
[feyri dex:2+1]
[jim dex:3+1]
Feyri faints a blow and then charges in, thrusting her massive blade at Jim. Jim counters, slapping the thrust away with the flat of his blade and taking a cautious step forward.
((See ya, SC!))
Light up a bluesmoke and start looking around for anyone who I don't know and is just standing around.
You strike the cigarette against the wall and start wandering around, leaving a trail of blue smoke behind you. You can't find anyone you've never seen before though, it seems like they all left to do the most recent mission.
"Miss, is that all the tokens I have?"
If so, head on to the rec room, and numb the brain with TV and drugs. If not, purchase whichever compensator can be afforded. Pour all the money into it, buying multiple if possible.
You head to the rec room and flop down on the floor in front of the tv. Huh, some sort of crime drama about interstellar gangsters. Oh, now they're arguing over how unreasonable their crime empire is considering the massive costs of long range space travel. How meta.
"I would say you could pretty much swing into a crowd around here and hit nothing but dummies. But we don't really have any have any dummies, at least nothing special. If you just want something non-living I can get you a chunk of metal or something."
"I will take both that and access to an airlock. I think they're resilient enough to resist anything I may be able to cause with this gauntlet."
Take the chunk of metal to an airlock.
You take the large block of steel the armory master gives you to the airlock.
A group of maintenance men pours out of the Maintenance door in the rec room, pushing dollies of furniture and appliances. They go about setting up a stove/oven, a refrigerator, a cabinet of various cookware and other kitchen accouterments in one corner of the room. They also drag in a new couch and shove it next to the tv. Then they disappear, like home renovation gnomes, back behind the door.
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