Save current, then reduce to 5 focus chambers and modify the lasing mechanism to fire in pulses instead of continuous beams.
Test on another MkIII, Full Prosthesis, and Battlesuit, and observe any changes to the existing ones.
Well, battlesuit still remains fairly undamaged, just a very fine burnt cut in it. The MKIII doesn't really stand up, being sliced through fairly easily, and the Full prosthesis fairs much the same.
Start the procedure anyway.
A needle jams into your neck as the voice continues to speak.
"Please remain calm."
You black out.
Lars nods.
"Do you have some information on them? I'd like to learn about the gods in it besides Steve."
Ask!
((Reduce them? You just built a quantum laser!))
"We got a book about it here somewhere..." She hold up a hand and walks into the back.
Well. Must be some kind of vacation resort, one of those modern ones that the kids love. Was this the surprise present they were talking about? I don't rightly know. I had better hold on to these tokens. Who knows what use they might have here.
He felt his stomach rumbling.
No time to fool around, I think. Time to chow down!
Obtain a meal composed of the most exquisite and tasty-looking components I can find.
This food isn't really the best I've had, to be honest. The meat tastes... odd. Kind of familiar.
That's because it's people, Stacy. Real live people. Can you taste the difference?
He laughed at this private joke. Never gets old at parties, that one.
You're not really sure what the Tasty looking bits are...there aren't any pictures on this menu board. You'd have to press all the buttons and just throw away the food you don't like to find the best bits.
Jim decided the second one was good enough - it wasn't supposed to be a great weapon, after all - and melted the first one back down in an attempt to make it at least 80% like the other one.
[exo:2+1]
[exo:4+1]
You pound out a weapon in just the right shape but it seems fairly brittle. Hmm.
Floki grunted with mild annoyance as progress stalled on his boots.
He muttered something about 'Tinsnips...' and 'Been in stasis too long...' and then grabbed up the tinsnips again, exhaling slowly before trying again, more sensibly this time.
>Put the dang things together! (Also, don't I get a +1 to handiwork?)
(you have zero in handiwork, meaning you get a -1. You also have a +1 because of your profession. Ie, they cancel out right now.)
[handi:4]
You get the strange things together fairly well, but you don't quite get all the blades in straight so they're not gonna be cutting as well as they should.
"Hrmm. Guess I'll need to skip the protection till after I get some more token. How much would a normal cloak cost? Oh, and any suggestions for a comm? I really don't like the thought of hand signals in space."
To Faith:
"Name's Cog. You and I hid behind a rock when that dam blew up. Not that it did you much good."
The armory master seems to have gone into the back.
(( I think I'm gonna join in, so...
Name: Delthin Nilon
Age:21
Gender:Male
Appearance: Finely muscled, Black Hair, Green eyes.
Has two prostheses on the lower sections of his right arm and leg, due to a artillery strike during a failed revolution.
Personal information: A man who grew up on the supposedly independent colony of Vulcans Forge, he and many others rebelled against the magister forces, claiming "when we first colonized here, we were independent of all nations! When we pleaded for assistance, the UWM government just ignored us! And now they think they are in charge of US?" He lost his lower arm and lower leg during the final battle for the cavernous world's only Spaceport.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Treason, assisting rebel forces, sedition.
Stats:
Strength:4
Dexterity:4
Endurance:4
Charisma:3
Intelligence:3
Willpower:2
Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition:1
Handiwork:1
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic Weapons:0 -1
Auxiliary Systems: 1
Medical Tech:0 +1
Profession:Grunt
Looks alright to me.
"I wonder... Hey, is Steve up yet? Up to be able to broadcast and recieve?"
Ask the above.
"Also, do you have any musical instruments back there?"
The only response is a loud bout of tuba music over the intercom.
((@OREOSOME: The bonuses and penalties from profession are applied directly to your rolls, by the way.))
"Oh, ok." Milno was slightly confused at the answer, but he quickly shook it off. "Don't that kind of thing bothers you? Slavery, that is."
He supposed it was her way of saying "never". The armory would never be devoid of people, and she had added a "maybe". Well, life goes on, even as curiosity goes unfulfilled.
"How is the girl whose parents were killed by that medic? Better?"
Ask.
She appears to have gone into the back.
Hmm, ok. It's an ugly hack, but I guess I'll put a wheel on the wrist unit and balance it so that it can walk around on its fingers.
Okie dokie. And how would you like it to be powered?
"Armory Master, about how many people are on this ship approximately?"
Inquire.
She's gone but judging by people you've seen, it has to be like 35 total.
"And after those pets," Feyri continued, stroking the Basilisk in areas which did not cause aggression, "Do you mind us organizing a dueling tournament using these swords the...Tinman made? Meaning, could I borrow some paper and ink for it?"
Ask the AM again!
"Why not just use your data pad?"
"On the note of the tourny, no. I don't want to use my datapad in making that letter - I'll just post it outside the Rec room and let the message stand from there so people can actually use their legs to see it.
On that note, I take it I cannot avail of those materials (writing implements for duelist tournament announcement) requested?"
Feyri looked to the side before returning her gaze on the AM.
"Can I have a pet wolf, or anything you could suggest along those lines?"
Request materials once more, if procured, start creating the announcement in the style that matches the renaissance period.
Also, request for pet.
"Oh hey Faith! Didn't notice you there with this lizard on my face...-visor! Didn't see you since our first mission together- how are you?"
Faith winced, pulling back her cheek to show off a new fang.
"Could be better. Doctor made some enhancements. Now I'm a walking medkit.
Otherwise fine, I guess. You alright after being electrocuted like that?"
Feyri was surprised to see Faith sprouting a fang, though it did remind her of the the cute, animated characters she watched when she was young, it sort of worked well when you viewed it in reality.
And now for a more touchy topic.
"I can say I am alright...not good for future prospects though." She rubbed her wrist, uncertain. "It was my stupid idea for not listening, and...well, it wasn't good."
She withheld the other facts which women could share openly with one another, because of shame.
Gone, she is, gone. Oh no. gone. For a moment. Gone.
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