Thank you, Steve. Is Brother Lars a part of the regular crew or ..? Oh, and where could I find him?
Also, ask the armory master:
I noticed that there is a number of amplifiers with no corresponding field manipulators of the same 'powers', and vice versa. Does it mean that there is actually a difference in what these two categories of devices are capable of, or do the 'missing' amplifiers and field manipulators exist and are simply omitted from the list for some reason?
Also, in your professional opinion, is there a way to speed up the use of a field manipulator and remove the need of manually pressing the buttons? Say, connection by cable or something? In the end, that's not modifying the manipulator per se, it's only changing the means of data input - and, I suppose, that's pretty much how the computer is hooked up to it in the case of the automated manipulators, isn't it?
>He's literally less then 5 feet away from you. Guy in the robes. "Some of them like the mind controlling ones can only be used as amps, but others can be used by both. You have anything specific in mind."
Try out the strongest pistons I can use that won't be too unwieldy to carry or damage the amp on use.
Then do that again, but assuming someone in a battlesuit as a wielder rather than a normal exoskeleton.
Strongest you can use in a battlesuit? Well shit man, that would be a bit insane. You could punch through other battlesuits like that, though the shockwave would be powerful enough to throw Your battlesuit around too. It would basically be like setting off an explosion.
Remove the shaped charge and see if the launcher can accelerate loose razors on their own, without internal damage. If so, contain them in a non-ferrous, non-magnetic container with a removable cap at the front. If not, make a simple 50mm ferrous slug.
Test both against the same three targets.
Well, it woudn't be able to do it without damage on it's own, but if you were to do something simple like coat the inside of the barrel with something protective and non-ferrous that would do it..
((Hint- Brother Lars is wearing a robe.))
Lars pondered for a second.
"Physical. Better to make it a labor of love than convenience. Rome-12 wasn't built in a day!"
She hands you a set of tools in a pouch.
Get high.
You want to take one pill or just fist a bunch in your mouth like May?
"Oh dear, look at the time, I'm late!"
Ride my dolphin to Princess Cupcake's Fascist Diamond Bootyshake Champsionship XII.
The world is a cacophany of naked moonbeams! The gnomes demand sexual healing! ASS FOR THE ASS GOD, BOOBS FOR THE BOOB THRONE! You ride your 7 head dragon to the edge of the universe and have tea with Shadalon, the watcher of young women in public restrooms.
"Aha! To quote the good doctor, Progress! Maybe there's another way in?"
Search for another way into the room. Air vents, access panels, that sort of thing.
You look around and see that there is a vent in the ceiling near by.
Also, I love how the Armory Master (and, to lesser extent, the rest of us convicts) is perfectly capable of having several simultaneous conversations. 
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((It's a combination of the format of the game and the latent schizophrenia that all of us possess. AM willingly stayed here- she can't be that sane.))
I like to imagine it more as her sitting there answering questions as you all shout at once, like a school teacher in front of a bunch of inquisitive students.
Milno shrugs, moving towards the chunk of metal and repeating the same process he had tried on the prosthetic.
Same thing tried on the prosthetic, apply to the chunk of metal: slowly pass the fingers over it.
[will:5]
You feel something, a vague knowledge that the metal is some kind of steel, but not much else.
Jim does the thing Caellath made him do earlier and attempts to sweep Feyri's leg.
[feyri dex:1]
[jim dex:2]
Jim herps to the right and Feyri derps to the left but they both end up running directly into one another and ending up an awkward but intimate romantic comedy pile.
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."
"Thanks. You will nog be disappointed."
Wait for the goods to be brought in, then look for a place where Lukas can do some slicing and dicing (a kitchen would be nice).
"There are some spices in the kitchen they set up in the Rec room." The armory master says, slapping down a still wriggling foot and a half long, tan worm covered in carapace.
You grab the worm and head to the rec room, taking up your place in the kitchen.
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