"Well, he said the AI was malicious and enjoys pain and suffering. Not the best thing to have on my arm. He said it is fueled by a powerful alien power source, and can change its shape depending on the input I give it with the buttons inside. The power source has a limiter on it in the form of challenges I need to do to get more charges for it. I'm expecting one soon, so you might see what I mean. Also, it's pretty much stuck on my arm. Since you seem to have some familiarity with alien artifacts, do you have any advice? It's the only weapon I got, so I have no means to defend myself if I don't use it."Jason responds to Faith.
Faith crossed her arms and furrowed her brow.
"So... what's it good for? Anything? Anything mechanical? Can it replicate manipulators? Grappling hooks, armor, medical tech?
And when you say 'charges,' are those discrete energy quantities or energy output ceilings? Are you stuck fulfilling a malignant AI's sadistic whims to get stronger or just to keep having access to it?"
"Oh umm hi. Hi, i'm Yttra. Wow. Glad you're on my team. Or i'm on your team. Or whatever."
$#@!, what am i even saying?
Faith smiled.
"Thanks! Not to brag, but I am one of the more powerful and experienced people here."
She glanced around a bit, losing her smile.
"...though, that's not a particularly exclusive club, I suppose."
"by the way, new bloods. what did youguys do to get thrown in here with the rest of us?"
"Nothing. *&^%ing nothing.". Yttra looks like she's about to cry.
"Aw, it's alright. I know things look bad now, but they get better. You've just gotta accept where you are and roll with it."
Lars absently rubbed at his ribcage, an old injury twinging. "Brother Mesk, blessed of Emar-i, glad that you are well. I trust you will be applying what the good Doctor have taught you? And yes, I still have it- Algis was thinking of me when he blessed me with it. Saint Milno has accepted me into the ops mission, however, so I am afraid our police plan will have to be another day."
Faith raised an eyeridge at Lars. Saint Milno, General Jim, Mesk Blessed of Emar-i... she wondered if he had any particular names for her. Probably not; she couldn't remember being on many missions with him...
"Hey Lars," she said, hoping to be formally addressed.