"I really should be going now. Time for my afternoon nap."
Pop off to the barracks and take a nap. Ignore anyone who interrupts me, as the importance of the nap is paramount.
((Will be gone for two days. If anyone should initiate mortal combat or something like that with Stacy, auto him, please.))
You head to the barracks and bed down. Cleaning the FILTH! of the world sure is tiring work.
Begin practice of the techniques read, in an empty space that is safe enough not to harm any other convicts in the Barracks. Try to memorize those skills for future use. Sword only.
You stand in the center of the room and do some practice swings; it seems fairly simple really, just rather uncomplicated hacking and slashing while keeping the sword at a good angle in front of you to block. It's easy but not exactly the best style in the world.
(did you mean go to the research lab and ask that?)
((Yes, although wristpad communication works just as well.))
You get a reply back stating that such a system is completely possible, it would just need a few more sensors for the suit and a mildly modified missile guidance program.
Hmmmmm
Do a dance and puke on the floor.
You do the dance with relative ease but the puking on command remains an elusive skill. You try to jam a finger down your throat but end up punching your space helmet's visor instead. Also apparently you're wearing a spacesuit and robe combo just like the other people around here. This is new.
Interesting... I look forward to being able to speak with him again.
Continue to meditate on Steve.
[int:5-1]
Hmm, Is his personality the sum of the brains he's made of or something intrinsic?
Finish the cigarette, go to the Armory Master.
"Excuse me, officer, I have a question." Gorat starts, stroking his goatee. "I might have asked this before, but I recall no answer... that painting. Did this Stacy really use normal paints for it, no psychotropics or anything?"
"I don't know what painting you're talking about" The armory master says. She's staring at you with a look that could cut glass. You take a few steps back.
Visit the AM. Ask her a few questions, mostly about why she decided to go for multiple tours in the HRMC.
"Because soldiers survive longer and perform better if the work as a team and have a good leader." The armory master replies.
The intercom crackles for a second before broadcasting a tinny, unfamiliar voice.
"-ats got it. Ok, briefing room is online again, but Rec Mess is still out. We've got the wires and the rest of the garbage out but we still need to get in there and rewire everything that got torn out before we bring in the new stuff. Yeah. Yeah, no problems so far." There's a long pause and what sounds like a distant voice, "What? What'dya mean I-. Shit."
There is a squeal of static and the intercom goes dead. Huh.
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