"Two, ma'am."
Request the count.
"They're a token for 6."
"Huh."
>Amuse self by acquiring permanent marker and 'decorating' the unconscious Sambo with some artistic renditions of genitalia, bodily fluids and a few choice rude words.
>Then go look for a bite to eat somewhere.
You draw some rude genitals and phallic words on sambo's face and then walk to the armory master and ask for food. She gives you some sort of chewy candy stuff in a bag. It has a smiling cartoon character on it that looks like some sort of mandrill on cocaine.
"Excuse me, St. Milno, but could you ask Steve to get me a Steveist book of prayers? Perhaps print it off in the Armory here?"
Without doing so much as turning his head, Milno answered the religious freak, shooting him an unseen sideways glance behind the faceplate. "Create them yourself."
His gaze quickly shifted back to the armory master and he noticed he still had his helmet on. Milno sighed and took out the MkIII's helmet, uncoiling his braid and leaving it to hang over his shoulder.
"I actually suspected your case was like mine, brought in without committing any real crime...So, what was the reason the large group you were in was brought in?"
Ask.
"Oh, the colony we were part of was voicing some rebellious thoughts, so they rounded up anyone who happened to be in areas where such things thrived. Not sure why we ended up here, rather then with most in jail."
"Hey, so uh, hey guys. Docs. Fellow professionals of the medicinal arts... um, so, like, I've got this idea, you see, it involves the fact that I can regenerate limbs, so, I want to chop off my hand, and stuff electrical stuff in the chopped off hand, not the regenerated hand, so it's got basic AI and stuff and scamper around behind me like a pet. You all think you can help me with preservatives and supplies and such? I'll handle the technical aspects. And the, er, removal of the hand."
"That sort of thing is for the doctor." One of the doctors on the outside of the bunch says, "Not for us."
"It's the farts, isn't it? I hope it isn't the farts. Dammit brain, now I need to try these. Now, how do I fire these rockets?"
Attempt to activate rocketlegs. Brace for impact.
((BEAN BURRITOOOOOOOOS!))
You try to think how the leg rockets activate. You jump, you flex your legs, you think about flying, you fart a few times. Hmm. Finally, you figure it out: Jump and flex calf muscles while in air.
The resulting burst of thrust from the pods on your legs is powerful enough to huck you into the ceiling but you don't think it would be enough to let you fly in normal g. Maybe low g, but not normal.
Jim headed back to the barracks to take all the wreckage from his painting-induced rampage to the airlock, where he would separate it into one pile of metal and one pile of anything not-metal. Then he would look through the not-metal for anything useful and melt all the metal down into bars for later usage.
(This is all assuming they're just going to replace the furniture in the barracks and not recycle it, of course. If they are, Jim'll just be like 'whatever' and stand in the corner or something.)
You hull all the junk from the destroyed beds into the air lock in a few trips and then proceed to sort it out into piles, keeping all the metal for yourself in one pile and sifting through the rest for anything useful or interesting. You only find one thing: A memory chip, the kind data pads use.
Faith winced. Creeeeepyyyyyyy. She'd be bandaging people in her skin?
Still... bandage skin and medicine fangs was a better deal than she'd been expecting. Maybe if this was all she'd be alright...
Read another story.
(this one is long so...I'll just post the original post for it.)
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=58081.msg1280853#msg1280853It's pretty long, but people liked it.
Just as a laugh, here's the mini-test of piecewise's halloween image. Cheer's for the good flicks.
My avatar is actually Death from Adventure time.
http://adventuretime.wikia.com/wiki/DeathWhich is based on the design of death from the movie "Holy Mountain"
http://366weirdmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/holy_mountain.jpg
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