((Meant heavy as in well armoured. derp 
))
Modify tinker search terms to well armoured vehicles able to be constructed.
Ground, air, water or space vehicles? Because you're gonna get tons of space ships and armored tanks and apcs and rolling bunkers and carrier subs and blah blah blah.
That book seems highly interesting. Read up on it. Read the book itself.
Also, read up on other declassified technological and scientific projects of the UWM and pre-UWM as well.
Try this again, but don't space out this time around! Or assume that I did this and get even more information, yes! The book in question being the one with the Arbiter of Peace running quote in it, by the way.
The book itself is one that talks about weapon development in the days of the altered wars. Unfortunately you can't find anything more then that excerpt online. Though you can buy the e-book from one website...too bad you have no money.
>I WANNA SEE DA PEOPLE!
DA PEOPLE WE'RE FIGHTIN FOAH!
...I'm assuming there are some people other than us left not-dead on this forsaken planet? Find 'em.
You mean the terrified, injured refugees of the building we just sorta blew up? They're in the infirmary, mostly, having the situation explained to them by people with more tact then our diplomats.
"Bah."
Just go and burn stuff with 1-foot spheres as it pops out, no matter what it looks like. Even if it's my own face. Heck, especially then.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 7; Int 4; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 9; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle; 3 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.
[exo:2+1]
You lightly warm up a cardboard civilian. Luckily, it doesn't count this against you.
NEXT PART
You walk out of the hall and into a large room. Man in normal military clothing appears a good 50 feet from you and charges at you, knife in hand.
The video panels display the phrase "DISARM!"
Never mind.
Go to the VR. Select tinker.
Trying to make a wrist mounted grappling hook/harpoon/kinetic amp gun.
Start with a forearm mounted crossbow, made of that electroreactive metal.
Make a back-mounted spool of thin, light, strong cord. Attach an electric motor, battery, and generator.
Run a flexible tube from the back mounted spool, down the arm, to the crossbow. Coat the inside of the tube with teflon (Or whatever future low friction material is available) to make the tube nearly frictionless.
Use the same glove as the hand laser to control it. (I assume this system will allow for multiple gestures for different things).
See if can fire and retract a grappling hook.
Forgot this.
I feel like this was done before....
Anyways, if all you're looking for is a wrist mounted grappling hook thing, you could just buy one of those. It's simple enough. Then stick alternate ends on it for stabbing or kinetic amping.
((cheeky, PW))
Restart VR defence course. Do the same as last time, but this time while running sideways. If running proves ineffective, restart course again, but attempt to raise part of the floor with my Mass amp to make cover, take cover, and then Pulse to destroy the lasers
[exo:2+2]
[dex:4]
You run to the side, moving in a serpentine fashion as you fire pulses of condensed physical force into the lasers. This proves to be effective; smashing the lasers and leaving you unmurdered.
The chamber beeps and more panels open, this time revealing what look like gauss cannons.
((Piecewise, you missed my action to flag down a nurse and get roboguts/robospine surgery after Jim pulled me out of my chemical coma.))
be part robot, get discharged from the infirmary. Recover my gear and have repair bots repair my exosuit.
((Im really gonna miss those bots once we leave haphaestus, they are so damn useful.))
There are still orders out against reviving you though. Jim took you out of your chemical coma without permission from anyone. A nurse would probably just put you back in it.
Though...maybe if you could find someone to do the medical work for you, they could get you back on your feet using the infirmary's materials and tools.
Dynamic AUX bonus:+/-1
Charge a higher bonus by trying to make some very minor movements through commands with the wristpad. Can I lock joints? Can I tell a finger/elbow to curl?
Also, how hacky am I having to be to do such things- is there any framework in place for controlling an exosuit through remote commands, or am I having to hack the control computer?
Also Also, amble over to the briefing room upon getting Simus' message. Greet the most sane person I see.
((Yeah, I know it's an experimental design by the guy. When he designed it he said he was just cutting down on the framework, so I assume the computer is the same as any other exoskeleton.))
You can lock the joints and tell certain parts to move, but keep in mind it won't work without you in it.
You go over to the infirmary and talk to simus, I assume.
Jim heads to the meeting room early, as proposed.
"Right, we might as well get this out of the way. What's your side of the story?"
I'm so tempted to have you fail this action for no reason, but I won't.
My side of the story. Easier to relate the whole mission to you. In the interest of expediency, I'll give you my logs of the mission and only go over the important parts now. You can review the whole thing. Note that since I was in the Aurora anomaly most of the time, my logs might not be the only ones you want, I suggest asking Anton for his as well.
Suffice it to say, I had given, and everyone had received - either through me or Anton, who I had placed in charge of salvage operations, a general order: No salvage is to be taken for personal use, it is all either to be reused in the rebuilding efforts or recycled. A fully legitimate order, and one repeated multiple times during the operation. At this point, I enter the anomaly and lose contact for an extended period. I later exit the anomaly and notice a message Auron had sent to everyone: "To all technically minded personnel, I am currently building a 'Giant Robot' over by the ruined command center and I would like to kindly ask for your assistance, any contributions to its construction would be greatly appreciated. Sincerely, Auron." I asked Anton if this project was authorized by him, and was informed that it was not, and that Anton warned Auron that doing said project would result in consequences, namely, a pay dock. I ordered Auron to cease all work while I went to him to inspect what he had done, and additionally to explain why I should allow him to continue. he attempted to bluff me off, and informed me that his project was complete and now creating movement algorithms. I go to him to find a hexapedal vehicle that has a cannon, purchased using the defense resource budget, that would fire shells the size of Grate. It is during my transit to find this that he starts going on about how I had no authority over him, that he only answers to Steve. I order him to take the cannon off, he refuses. We argue for a few moments, and he relents to, "I'll return this weapon when and if I find an acceptable replacement", this after stating, "The algorithms used to teach it to walk haven't been running long and removing it during the learning process will cause issues later on due to the altered weight distribution profile especially if it is not replaced immediately." During this whole time, he continues to deny my position as a commanding officer above him, and claiming that everything he had done, including being a part of the initial team, was voluntary. It is at this point I request Steve affirm that I am Auron's commander, though I leave the option of a shock up to him if he wants to instill his point. Steve, indeed, shocked Auron, a bit more than needed. It is immediately after that Auron, still lying on the ground, raises his arm, which has - or had, a weapon mounted below it, and points said weapon directly at my braincase. I see him do this, and move out of the way, just before he fires, and his miss hits a volatiles tank. The tank detonated, and I got hit with a car-sized piece of shrapnel, bending or breaking every bone in my body and shredding my musculature. After this, I lose consciousness and wake up back in the infirmary, being repaired.
Anything else?
Transfer logs of the Survey and Salvage mission to Jim.
Transferred.
From here
((...Do I get to level up? On that note, where may I find my stats? x_x))
As Jim conversed with the rest-the latter of which being somehow a haze in Feyri's memory-the mercenary moved over to Grate and clasped his shoulder with her hand, analyzing if that was really Grate...the texture or feel of his shoulder, anyway.
"I'd like the truth, mister. What happened before? Why the numerous stories of you in absentia?"
It's grate. Or at least its got that same grate taste.
Now I just imagine Feyri licking grate and then just sitting there, smacking her lips with a face of complete concentration, trying to determine if this is still the same grate via the medium of taste.
((@Tiruin: I believe you and Jim should do a level up.))
https://www.dropbox.com/s/tzsdww2e8yf2v89/idiots%20in%20space.txt
((Edit: There's also this: http://einsteinianroulette.wikia.com/wiki/Feyri_Nirel ))
Walk up to Nyars and do the following:
"Hey there. I heard you sell some interesting items. I was wondering if you had something... special." *wink*
If he doesn't understand what I mean by that:
"You know. Something you don't show to just anybody. Maybe something a bit larger than the things you have over here."
If he still doesn't get it:
"Perhaps a big red one? Something with a bit of an extra kick in it? I could pay good tokens for something like that..."
"You want a large red one? Because I dunno whats in em. But a big red one would probably get you where you need to go."
( ═ヮ═) "I love the future." Erin sighs contentedly under the warm scalding glow of the short-lived artificial sun, having saved the Fusion Instigator (the best) for last. She was going to have a lot of fun with these.
A short while later...
( ═︿╬) "Of course it didn't work, dummkopf, the coils are charging the air around the gauntlets, not the gauntlets themselves. Even if they were, the recoil from the amplifier would just tear them right off; we'd be better off just hooking a big-ass battery to them.
( ╦3╦) "I-I know that, but it looked cooler that way! That's what testing is for: First you make it look awesome, then you make it work properly! Besides, it's not like your idea was much better; who wants a face full of backblast every time they hit someone?"
( ╩︿╩) "That depends entirely on the angle of the punch. Besides, anybody who's going to actually be using these are going to be wearing some sort of battlesuit, so it's not like it would even affect them."
Erin mulled over the results of the latest experiments as her clones bickered. The battery would be happening anyway; the unified weapons system she'd been planning would require one; or, more accurately, a generator. She'd had a few new ideas, though...
( ═ヮ═) "The ballast hits the amplifier and produces a small shockwave, tripping the impact switch for the gun whether or not you actually hit something, right? So if you whiff a swing, it still fires and throws you even further off balance. But if you turn the gun around..."
-Add spikes to the knuckles for fear, respect, and punchiness.
-Remove the coils entirely; connect the power source to a high-amperage transformer that's in turn connected to a highly-conductive coating on the gauntlets- see how this affects performance.
-Turn the gun around so it's facing forward, and load it with gunpowder-primed redshot charges. Try punching the air to shoot at things!
-Install switches to toggle the shock and shooting functions on and off individually, and ensure there's an on/off switch for the gauntlets as a whole.
( ═3╩) "Hey, Steve, you can hear me in here, right? So, if the VR can summon clones of people, that means you've essentially got everyone braintaped, right?"
Between tests, conjure up a computer and investigate:
-How much storage space would a braintape require?
-The possibility of constructing or obtaining a black box-protected storage device on which to back up this data external to the ship's system.
-The possibility of constructing or otherwise obtaining a synthetic brain that could adapt to and run the braintape like an organic brain.
-See if archives of previous HMRC deployments are accessible; if so, look up the one related to my own downfall- I'm curious as to what happened to the ol' doom fortress in the aftermath, who exactly it was who kicked my ass, and if any of them are still kicking around- or, if not, how they kicked the bucket.
-Menacing with spikes. Ok
-Works but still kinda pointless since you're gonna be murdering them via kinetic force the instant it touches them.
-We don't have gunpowder redshells.
-people aren't brain taped. The computer is just using it's data on the person to simulate reasonable actions.
-Moot
-moot
-I have 0 idea what you're talking about, space woman.
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