"Despite the fact that my kneecaps could probably be easily replaced, I am going to have to go with the second option. To be frank, your actual name is not what this conversation, soon to be blissfully terminated by your freely provided threats of hideous maiming you could probably back up with the greatest of ease, was all about. It was the fact you wouldn't give it and, more importantly, the why of it all. The why of things is ever fascinating, I'm afraid. But I ramble, and I apologize for submitting you to such questions. If I annoy you, just say so, though. No need to get into threat territory."
"But before I go, could you answer me one last question? It's not about your name, and it's strictly a yes/no thing. I promise I won't bother you with any personal questions after that ever again."
"Fine. What is it?"
Back off, then one last thing.
Turn on stove. Take a single flake of the red spice and toss it onto the hot burner and take cover. If it doesn't explode, fry meat, toss in a pinch of the Red Flakes while browning the meat. Toast the bread in the meantime and find some cheese. Get three thin slices of the cheese. Once all is finished, place the meat and cheese on the bread, lightly salt the meat. Take a bite of the sandwich.
You carefully prepare your sandwich after testing to make sure the strange spice wouldn't eat through steel or any such thing. It doesn't explode or come alive and curse your progeny, so you figure it's probably safe to eat. The spice yields an odd flavor, not a burning hot flavor like you would expect, but a sort of odd mix of garlic and cloves. Hmm.
"Then why do manipulators require batteries while amps don't? Or is that one of those things nobody knows because everybody who does know gets shot?
Also, do all amps and manipulators have matching equivalents? I remember you telling me that some amps were easier to use than some manipulators because they were more intuitive. Are there any manipulators that are easier to use than their respective amps?"
Amps and batteries.
She makes a gun with her hand and pantomimes shooting herself in the head.
"Best just not to ask questions about how or why some things do some things or need some things."
"I think there's matching equivalents for everything...but some of them just aren't very common, like the biochem ones. As per manipulators that are better then amps...I don't think so; for the most part they're all identical, it's just the biochem ones that the Amps excel with.
"Thank you, ma'am. That's all I need to know, for now. Watching my dear teammates be shot to pieces on-mission was quite the... inspiring experience, you know?"
Jobasio gave a respectful nod, smiled and strolled off up the hallway, heading back to where he'd left his book, throwing dart still embedded in its pages. He paused there for a moment, sliding his sunglasses into place and popping a piece of gum in his mouth, then picked up the book, turned and walked back out of the rec room.
>Equip sunglasses, begin chewing gum.
>Go retrieve my book and store it in my locker.
Sing song of the Cossacks and find someone to butt-grope.
You Grab feyri by the ass and start making honking noises.
continue looking for a book, dont bother trying to retrieve the one in the locker.
send a message to the AM:
Book?
Are you asking me if I have books? Yes, I have books. But you'll have to use full sentences before I give you one.
Dumbass, taking pretty pictures but not showing the colors.
Return the book to the AM. Walk around the ship looking for the new female convicts. If I, by any chance, find Celeste, introduce myself to her. If Doc. calls, go see him.
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You tab celeste on the shoulder as she pokes around in the VR machine.
"Hello. My name is Renen, and I have been cybernetically enhanced to molest you at inhuman speeds."
You wiggle your fingers at her.
Waiting...waiting...I'm bored.
"Bye, Ms. Feyri! See you later!"
Wander down random corridors.
You wander off down a random corridor and into the Infirmary.
"Suppressive fire, or something similar."
"We've got something coming in soon that will fit the bill. Come see me in a bit."
Name: Lauren Paxton
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long Black hair behind head, two piercings above left eye, Dark brown eyes, Small scar on side of head, both ears have piercings.
Personal information: A tortured soul in all sense of the wor, rew up with a father who was a drug gealer and a mother who was a drug takr, various bad things happened to her duing her first 16 years of life, including but not limited to, abuse, sexual abuse, being arrested, being judge for her looks and father and bullying. She has sever trouble talking to people about things, due to her fear of trust caused by the sexual abuse she has received in her life.
She has taught herself to look after herself and others by looking after her three siblings.
She snapped when she turned 16 and killed her father in cold blood, so you know it's obvious why she's here then.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Killed her father because of the abuse he's put her through.
Stats
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 2
Willpower: 0
Skills
Speech: 0
Intuition: 2
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 3
Unconventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 0
Auxiliary systems: 0
Medical tech: 0
Profession: Mercenary =1 to intuition and conventional, -1 to medical tech and handiwork.
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