"Ow."
Zap around a bit. Stop for a bit on anything that looks like racing sports, knife catching, or major news.
You find a channel thats people playing soccer on top of formula one race cars.
"These race sports are weird, man."
"yeah, I know what you mean. I Like sacrifices for the greater good as much as the next guy, but not if it's me. But where are my manners, my name's Pancaek" He holds out his hand for the man to shake "Now, self destruct mechanisms are out of the question, the target is to survive more. The AM has already offered me some armour that works against projectiles and a bit against lasers. So do you have anything defensive, that will help me survive longer? Or heck, some interesting toy you've been working on? If it has to do with robot bodies, surviving more and/or amps, I'm all ears."
Introduce self, shake man's hand if he complies, ask question
"Hmm. Like, active defense or passive defense? Because we could install some claymores on ya, like they have on the battlesuits. Those would do it. Or you just want something that stops bullets, so to speak?"
((Computer Jim has a seriously deep grasp on what means to be human. That is somewhat ironic.))
After hearing the part about the armory master "taking care of him", Milno briefly wonders if his situation has somehow made her pity him, her regretful look a while back coming to mind; the thought is fleeting, however, as he quickly dismisses it as overthinking nonsense. "Thanks. Until then, I'll do my best not to get killed." he answers confidently anyway. The possibility of working at the ship seems at the very least more interesting than returning to a planet where his family may have stopped existing centuries ago.
"I think I'll check on my suit, but before leaving I have a question." he says, suddenly recalling something he had already wondered about before. "Is there a hard limit to how many missions you may perform under the HMRC?"
Ask the go check on the suit.
"Not that I know of. I doubt we'd turn away willing help."
You nod and wave goodbye before wandering into the hanger and then locker room and digging your suit out. Yep, same as you left it.
Jim listened, a bemused smile on his face. "So, a fake of a fake is smarter than the person it's speaking as. You're right anyway. I guess what I'm really worried about is... I want something I don't think I can have. Even assuming I can bull my way through four more missions, and in the best case scenario Feyri makes it through ten too, is it really possible for me to have a normal life? I assume the Doctor could regenerate my old body if I wanted to go back to it, but... I don't know anything."
He tapped the side of his head, as if to indicate the amps. "This is all I'm good at. It's what I was made for, and I doubt the HMRC is going to let me keep these if I make it to ten and leave. I don't know how to... to build or create things, to program computers or repair them... I don't have the imagination to write or to create art. I don't know how normal people live and interact with each other."
Jim sighed. "I just wanted to vent these feelings, I suppose, and I figured the only person who would understand me is me. I really don't know anyone else on the 'Sword that well, except for Milno, but he and Steve would both just be snarky if I talked to them."
Continue talking to Sim-Jim.
"In a way, you may be able to assimilate better then anyone else. They all had lives in that world, expectations of what they might return to. Their old worlds are gone, but the expectations of them remain and they'll have to overcome those old ways to adapt to a new life. To someone who has never lived a peaceful life, who has lived doing nothing but constantly adapt to changing situations, I doubt such a life could be a real challenge. It will take time to adjust, to learn how the world out there works, to find your place in it, but these are all things you've done a dozen times by now. And usually under fire. You'll find your way.
Or you could just keep that synthflesh and sell it on the civilian market. That would net you enough profit to buy a civ prosthetic or regen'd body and to live comfortably for life. "
Well, if I managed to fuse myself with you and not be overwhelmed by you, we would be.
>Shouldn't you be getting ready to go? Shouldn't you all be getting ready to go? Shoo. ((That speech with Jim is one of the reasons I love piecewise.))
Also, if that thing is still an official duel, then that AI (probably, depending on what Jim does) won the duel despite its major disadvantage. Its programmers should feel proud. Except if this is just a VR drug induced hallucination, kinda like taking drugs to meditate and find one's self.
((Yeah, that was awesome.))
Faith waved back to Maurice, a little surprised.
"Oh, hey. Are you part of the medical staff now or something?"
She then began typing a message to the Doctor on her wristpad. She'd hoped to ask him in person, but evidently he'd vanished for some project or another.
Excuse me, I'm part of the next mission and I'd like your advice. I'm guessing you've heard about it, but it's essentially suppressing riots with fear.
Anyway, I realize this isn't your usual style, but I'd like to perform this mission with as few deaths as possible. I have a fair number of tokens, though I'd like to avoid overspecializing for this one mission, and I think you're familiar with my general capabilities.
What would you recommend?
Greet Maurice, message Doc.
"For the time being. Internship or something like that." Maurice says, poking at a datapad with a grimace, "Still not used to the filing system. Or back there." He points to the doors that lead to the rear of the infirmary. "I swear it's bigger then it really should be."
Close range or long?
Go to the infirmary, get the amp installed, then go wait next to the pods
specifically, lean against the wall across from the pods, hands behind my back, head tracking people as they move past, but not making eye contact.
Consider yourself installed and then in full loiter mode.
((@PW: Could you give me Renen's token count and inventory?))
Oh, my...The assassin's misson turned into a massacre. It's pretty good that we can't be convicted by new crimes like genocide.
Get the katana and the monoatomic sword ready. Look for Doc and ask about crowd control - even knowing that he will say things about mass murder.
Renen
+1 to all katana combat rolls 1/3 to other sword rolls.
slow mo ability. Triggered on successful will roll. +2 dynamic dex bonus.
1/3 Dex,char,will,exotic
-1 handi, con, med
MK II
Unnamed Katana
Monoatomic sword
knife
rope.
4 token
Doc ain't nowhere to be found. But Maurice is around, if you want to talk to him.
"'m Cecil Stillwright! was assigned ta this ship as res'dnt burocrat ta' deal with th' assigns ta' th' ship f'r less'n theft. Sur'lee ya've got sommat 'bout that in yer rec'rds? Should'a been recent..."
>I'm gonna electrocute you now. And I'm gonna keep electrocuting you until you stop speaking with so many apostrophes. May runs to Thomas after she'd accomplished everything. "So, we're not going to see each other for a while..."
"Oh, so you're going on the mission, aren't you."
Thomas frowns a little, worried.
Bookmark/favorite/pin the pages, for later perusal.
Page mark book pinned.
Pout at Steve. Leave the room without talking to him, and try to find the Armory Master.
"Can I pretty please have a, um, suit, and something to play with heat and light? What would that kinda stuff me? Where could I get it? Why do you have that...being quiet now."
"You really should stick with Feyri." The armory master says, leaning on the counter to look down at you. "Anyways, you get a suit for free, unless you want a Mk II or III or something else. The free one is in your locker,that way. And I'm not sure what you're asking for beyond that. There are lots of things that "Play" with heat and light. Lasers, Manipulators, Amps, projectors. You're gonna need to be a little more specific."
((Computer Jim has a seriously deep grasp on what means to be human. That is somewhat ironic.))
((PW is awesome. I don't have the heart to delve deeper than the philosophical teachings I've researched or state it in perfect brevity..and he takes it fully on the point.
But still, that was amazing introspection there. Very, very amazing, with feels between awe and wonder. But I doubt that's ironic about Jim, because he has a lot that isn't known.))
Feyri pondered on Steve's words, and realized the conundrum that anyone who had a choice would face. How to approach the problem: before getting to the point, or thinking too much.
"Is it possible to disguise myself amongst the castes? As in, no gender discrimination or age discrimination? Are there any signifying marks which stop anyone pretending to be from another caste? And when are we ordered back onto the Sword from our duty as safekeepers?
"Have they chosen us purely because of our reputation, Steve?"
Ask Steve.
Aren't you forgetting something?
What? Weapon, gear, diary..no.
Something..else?
...
Hey Jim 
I've heard you're back and are probably busy so..I'd just like to give a heads up that-
Oh right, new MK suit. We don't have linked camera feeds...
-that I've been chosen to get on this mission and..that I hope you're doing fine. Must be tired? Anyway.
...
Why am I typing my thoughts out...
Thanks Jim, for being there for me and I really hope you're ok there along with Milno and Faith..Stay safe, I'll be back along with the rest. We've got a good team here, newbies much, but they've got great potential. Pretty much an ideal team, Oh and..
Darnit I can't do this..
Take care.
Message > Jim.
Ugh...
>I'm not sure about the fine details of the system. I'm sure you can ask someone on the planet though. I doubt the powers that be will leave you completely unsupplied and unobserved. And you'll be back when they don't need you any more.
>Not sure. Maybe they just needed expendable people and we were in the area. Nyars will get his bat and start searching for the unpodded soon enough. Make your preparations and get jello'd.
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