Go get food/snacks from the AM.
"Whatcha want?" she asks after you demand "Snackages for your food face."
"Let it never be said that I leave a job half-finished!"
Briefly admire my handiwork, then check if I still have the Star-Eater picture on my wristpad. If I do, find an unarmed person next to a reasonably dangerous-looking person in my vicinity and send a message that includes the picture as an attachment to the unarmed person. See what happens.
The message:
Attachment: sbpainting
Hello. I would be much obliged if you were to take a look at the picture included in the attachment to this message. It is of the utmost importance to me and, I suspect, many others as well.
Sincerely,
Stacy Buttle
You bring up the file and send it to Jim, who you remember was lugging around swords. You figure he's got to be near someone.
"Doc's taking a long time."
Wait for the doc.
You spend a little while relearning how to walk with the pods on your back and start getting used to the extra size of the manifold on your back. Hmm, you are getting increasingly large and unwieldy.
((Ah well, wouldn't be of any use then so it will not be something Derro can reference.))
"Err? Well, that's... not terribly convenient. I wonder what's going on." Derro looks to the other two who've shown up by the door, but it seems they don't know about it being locked either.
Start inspecting the other main doors around the place, to see if there is anywhere he can get into.
Armory is open. So is the barracks, research lab, briefing room, hanger and frankly everywhere but the rec/mess.
"That went better than expected."
Playtest.
[aux:1+1]
You repeatedly run off the first jump and fall down a pit, burning up all your lives. Aw...you're bad at the video games.
"Of course," Feyri said, on the note of 'buying a monoatomic sword' instead of her arming sword Jim so lovingly made. She was interested in the more conventional works, and not the unconventional ones.
"I'll be in the infirmary, thank you sir."
Head to Infirmary. Inquire as to body state and status also on who performed the operation on me.
You head to the infirmary and find one of the many doctors milling around. You ask him about your physical state and he pulls up your records on his pad.
"What did you want to know specifically?"
"How badly does it react to damage?" Milno asked, mindful of the fact the flight-dash system relied heavily on sensors that had a good chance of being destroyed. "Would any damage to the system mid-flight get me in an erratic trip towards the nearest hard surface and how hard to hit and destroy are the sensors?"
Ask.
"Well, the failsafe action on missiles is to detonate, but I guess for you we should probably alter that to make you stop as fast as is physically safe. Unless you want to just blow up that is."
What do you prefer, if not some of that fairly useful-sounding stuff you made?
Chat.
"Amps" She says, tapping the side of her head.
"Oh," Faith said, her expression one of pleasant surprise. She'd half expected yet more tests to be necessary.
Examine contents of box.
You turn around and walk toward toward the beds. You get two steps before the Doctor slips in behind you and puts you in a choke hold. You flail around and try to tear his arm off your throat, gurgling out a surprised yell.
"Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh, " he whispers, " There is science to be done."
You black out.
"Doctor-san, can I let him out?"
Ask about Basilisk.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." The doctor says, throwing Faith's unconscious body over his shoulder and walking into the back of the infirmary.