((And here I am wondering how Travis got soooo rich when compared to those who lived from the first mission and is still poorer than them. Oh wait, that's just me.))
Examine Arming Sword, then examine Tesla Sabre - the latter for any sign of switches or sockets.
Your sword the jim made out of scrap metal does not have switches or sockets. It appears to be made of a sort of marbled, clearly not terribly pure alloy. Other then that, it's a fairly standard looking blade, about 3 feet long, pretty sharp.
The tesla sabre has an on off switch. And thats about it.
Dream of using a blunt knife with "UWM" written on it to stab the t-shirted individual several times.
This is also a metaphor.
"How cryptic." The man says as you murder him to death.
Pause sim, reset and mute opponent. Restart sim.
Play defensively, attempt to lock blades and disarm.
[dex:5]
[dum dex:6]
[str:1]
[dum str:2]
You lock blades but neither of you can push the other way. In fact you spend several seconds making nerdy grunting noises and failing to impress.
"So," Jobasio muttered to himself as he crept along the soulless white hallways, "The HMRC."
He had heard tales of it, not all of them particularly believable. In fact, most of them smacked of made-up nonsense. Nevertheless, it would probably be prudent to arm himself before going much further. And the angry young man always tried to be prudent.
>Seek some sort of makeshift weapon as I continue!
>Regardless of whether I find one, attempt to find someone to question about this ship and the HMRC system in general!
You can't really find anything to use as a weapon, so you go to the next best place: The armory!
((Yeah, just an exoskeleton that I can fit in.))
Well, you could probably talk to the armory master to get one modified for you.
Be very, very ashamed of self. Go to the mess hall.
You go to the mess hall, hanging your head in shame.
((Lars is loving this. Curious if that last one includes mind worms, evil MP3s, and HALLELUJAH buttons. Reminds me of Nurgle.))
Lars would have to be careful with that one.
Reading keep!
The next page doesn't follow the same format as the others, it's simply a page with text, no heading and no image.
"Because of the nature of the Medic's pantheon, some in combat positions co-opt the symbols and names of the various gods for offensive purposes. For instance, Placing Sim-de's symbol on tanks of poison to make it more effective or Sulf'ada-zon's symbol on napalm bombs to ensure wide spread burning.
While such action have proven erratic in their effectiveness, when they do seem to work, the effects are devastating, both to the target and often to the soldier. It is recommended that the worshiper not use the gods outside of their prescribed roles, as the consequences may be dire."
Killing intent, well, that's a need for survival. I need to make one time or another. Who I want to kill...maybe that motherf*** that arrested me, or the assassin of the first mission, or even the one that exploded the manipulator in a star and made us fail the mission.
Imagine the guy that was controled with a MFM in Renen's first mission. Feel the desire to kill someone, to enter combat, the thrill of fighting and coming on top.
[will:5]
The world slows, almost to a stop, your body included, but your mind continues as normal. You stay like that for what feels like a minute but must only be a few seconds at best, before your head starts to ache. You relax and the world speeds back up to normal.
"Hmm, thanks for the information, I'll check something." Milno said before moving on to check on the VR.
VR. Check how the human-sized version of an avatar of war's cloak resists a cutting laser, then an energy projector and a hail of 10 auto-fired standard gauss rounds.
You want that cutting laser swept across you or concentrated on a single point? Regardless, standard gauss round plink off and the energy projector causes it to heat up to orange hot and for parts of it to fray and turn to ash, but most of it holds up.