Grate had started to take cover from the impending, probably-space-magic-including fight. He considers his options.
He has a gauss rifle; this could do for now.
He has a manipulator and a little idea how to use it. The battery life is...problematic, though.
He has 6 tokens.
Grate decides to save his tokens for now, since he doesn't know what to do with them. He briefly considers trying to make a token pill, but decides that that's silly.
What could he do with the manipulator? He was a bit...uneasy about using it, all things considered. Bad juju. On the other hand, he wanted to do
something with it...
Token pill. Manipulator. Manipulator pill?
Head to the locker and open it, removing the pill machine. Remove the battery for the manipulator and see if either the battery or the rest of the manipulator will fit. If either does so, put them through the machine.(Assuming at least one works:)
Grate stares at the pill. He had no idea what would happen. It could be great...or horrible.
Was this really such a good idea? This wasn't just using bad juju; this was
eating it. Maybe he should test it...but manipulators are expensive. Well, only a few tokens, but that's half of Grate's pocket change. And he doesn't even know if the tests will be helpful.
Maybe he should just throw away or sell the pills.
"Um...okay..." Grate wipes his eyes and wanders about.
Wander about, confused and sad. (And slightly useless at the moment.)
You walk in a little circle of depression.
Grate, back at the ship, kicks a wall.
"Ow. That was dumb...almost as dumb as going out with Miss Feyri. What can I do? Glare them to death?"
He formalizes his wandering into a path for the dormitory.
"I'm useless. I can't do anything, unless maybe something gets broken and I need to fix it. And when something breaks...everything always breaks.
What am I good at? What makes me not dead weight?
Well, I guess I could be a bullet sponge, but I'm not big or threatening enough for anyone to intentionally shoot at me when other people are around, so that's even stupider than it sounded a minute ago.
I guess I could use some kind of techy stuff...
"I could get what, a Scout Eye? Medicine? Maybe some better armor? There's tons of eyes already, and they're not that useful really. Medicine? I'm no medic. It's better than nothing, but I can't do anything. Especially when people get stabbed in the back with chunks of frozen air or exploded by their own magic sand or blown apart with layshow rifles or something. I guess I could take heads back, maybe get a monorazor, but Head Recovery Guy isn't very useful."
"...Who am I kidding, I'll take what I can get."
Wish I wasn't so useless.
Also say hi to Grate when I pass him (WE'RE USELESS BUDDIES )
"...Who am I kidding, I'll take what I can get."Pray to every god I have ever heard of. Isallam, Zeus, Thor, Quantum...even Steve. Can't hurt, right?
Pause, nervously.
Eat any pills the machine makes, before I have second thoughts.(If neither fits)
Grate stares at the two oversized objects and puts the battery back in the manipulator. Time to think of something else.