Confer wiith inner transhuman again.
[will:2+1+1]
"...yeah? What do you want?"
"Gaahfuck put me down ya butt-ugly fucker!"
>Kick off from the ceiling, try to jam my fingers into any vulnerable bit on the angry mutant's head or shoulders- Does it have eyes? Gouge them. Gills or similiar? Those'll do.
>If it doesn't have any convenient orifices, well, try and steer its next rocket blast into some bystander. For the giggles.
PILEDRIVER!
[scrambles dex:2]
[cog dex:6]
[cog str:6]
[scrambles end:3]
Cog flips scrambles' body off his shoulder and catches him, pinning his head between his legs in a flying tombstone piledriver. And then they drop, 5 feet and 500 pounds of combined weight, all focused onto Scrambles' head on an unyielding metal floor.
His skull smashes open and flat like an over ripe melon.
(scrambles is dead)
Analyze how resilient the protectorate suit is against gauss shots and laser rifle attacks, as well as checking if it protects the neck area.
It's universally good against lasers no matter where you get hit, but the armored parts are better against gauss then the unarmed. Armored bits will survive gauss shells much better but against standard gauss shells won't get through either way. And yeah, protects the neck.
Awkward grope-festival anyone nearby.
You begin awkwardly groping Scrambles' corpse.
Good to know, Jim, though I'll certainly try to not damage grey matter. After all, we can be revived from even a beheading or complete dismemberment, so long as the brain's still in one piece. Other than that, no holds barred. If you could have someone alert me when it's my turn, I'll be in VR.
Enter VR, spawn in a normal (dueling) sword and an opponent with baseline stats (5 each in primary, 1 each in secondary, Right-dominant) and itself with a normal (dueling) sword, both of us in MkI suits. Commence practice by opening with a slash at the neck from the opponent's non-dominant side. If opponent successfully blocks, hold his blade in the lock, step in and twist their sword around and down to disarm.
[simus dex:6+1]
[dummy dex:6]
Both you and the dummy exchange a flurry of blows, blocking each in turn. After a blur of movement you're both unhurt.
Hum... I guess I have to be in a state of stress or in a pressure....
Imagine a situation of danger. Prepare my body for the risk.
[will:5]
You imagine yourself in mortal danger, locked in a battle with something far too powerful for you to over come. The world distorts in a strange sputter, slowing inconstantly, jerking back and forth between normal and slow. Hmm, so it's something like that, but not quite that. Hmm.
Sip drink. Have a good time.
You sip the drink with your pinky out and begin chuckling at Scrambles's corpse.
Lukas waves at Feyri. "Hey yourself. Say, is there going to be any betting in these sword fights? I got some tokens to spare."
"Send them over to Steve or to Jim. I've no idea how betting works here. Wait-"
Research how betting works so I can handle those bets while in the Rec Room.
Scan for Basilisk.
What's this madness about a tournament? =/
Hi Faith!
It's something Jim and I talked about earlier - something to teach our probable allies about the lack of technology and the use of basic combat skills. Swords and mundane shields...wait, redact the shields. Just weapons that act as upgraded improvised material.
So people won't get trigger-crazy, and to teach the true aspects of a good melee.
Oh, and I really think you'll be interested in it. Both of us can't join though, but the prize is worth it.
Hint: You can divide the spoils. 
Betting works however you want to handle it, if you're handling it. And the Basilisk is with May in the Rec room.
Moar Kicking!
[dex:6]
You perform a perfect flying kick. Against nothing. And then you fall on your back again.
Get out of the room. Go look for Jim or Feyri. Enter the tournement.
Ok, I want to enter this tournement.
Get the Legacy (katana) ready
You head to the rec room and join Jim, telling him you're ready to beat people to death or something similar.
Find May. Cry on her as if she's guarenteed to die.
You walk up to May as she fondles a corpse and proceed to sob uncontrollably in her direction.
"Hey Steve, could we get one of the ship's doctors to play field medic for the tourney, or is that up to the convicts?"
Deliver barbed wire and Steve's answer to Jim.
>Well, you can always ask one if they want to or you can just get one of your own to do it. You deliver the goods.
Lars frowned. There's that scratched out name again. His original premise was correct, at least- that there were more references to this entity. Only onward to go.
Keep reading!
The next page is...odd to say the least. It's almost entirely scratched out or blacked over with a thick marker, both the pictures and the written page. In some of the scratching you can make out where someone has written on the page as well as scribbling out the printed words. You squint to read the writing.
"Do not speak his name."
"The walls are crumbling."
The only thing you can make out from the original text is part of the top heading. "En" with the rest of the name blacked out.
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