"Hey, hey! Stop shooting Manny!"
Yell at Anton, tackle him if he doesn't stop shooting.
"What? Mesk? I ought to shoot you, dammit!"
Anton turns and punches the approaching Mesk in the chest, letting the weight of the Red Hand accentuate his frustration, but leaving the taser off.
"Damn near made me jump out of my suit! Do that again and I'll shoot it with the Gungnir, see how well it crawls as separate deep fried fingers."
Anton looks again at the twitching appendage. "The hell is that thing, anyway? New toy of yours? I don't remember seeing it on the mission."
((Action continued in further post.))
"Hey, hey! Stop shooting Manny!"
Yell at Anton, tackle him if he doesn't stop shooting.
[mesk dex:5+1]
[Anton dex:5+1]
[Mesk str:5]
[Anton str:4]
Mesk tackles Anton to the ground, while anton begins pounding away on mesk's kidneys and delivering punishing blows, even while on his back. Mesk, unfortunately, seems completely unfazed because of his inability to feel pain.
"WHAT DID MANNY EVER DO TO YOU BESIDES LOVE YOUR FACE?!" He shouts, pounding his fists against anton's helmet.
Right, Simus, I'm positioned to take control of the spider tank.
Hop into what passes for a control unit, study the controls in preparation to power down.
The controls are kinda like a ship...or more like 3 different ships welded together with controls that control things completely unrelated to what they should. Dang it auron, you clearly weren't expecting other people to use this,were you?
Simus, with assistance, goes back to her chemical bath to finish her repairs, sending messages instead of trying her garbled-sounding voice, for now.
Maybe, but it's why I asked you accompany me - I know I might've done something stupid and left him with all the support off. That, and your input. How much of the chemical would it take to tone down a person's emotions so as to render emotional impulses either severely reduced, or void altogether? Or another method altogether, I'm only familiar with the one possibility.
Shut it down as soon as you are able. If you think you can, get that inane cannon off of it and send it back to Steve for recycling. Leave the base itself be, though - it's scrap-made, not worth anything, may as well keep it intact. Maybe try to find a more appropriate weapons package for it.
We'll build under that Aurora, and underground as much as possible, with the tunnels our entrance. I don't have any particular design scruples other than let's make it as efficient as we can, while still being defensible - and an elevator off of the main control room's hall that leads to a special level, with a conference room and facilities for me and the others who elect to stay with me.
Any who would consider staying here with me, I would like to meet sometime soon to review you. If you're not otherwise occupied, meet me in the Sword's conference room. It's going to take a bit for my repairs to finish, so no hurry, but I need to see you.
You're gonna be in that bath till monday. You're pretty fucked up.
I'm not sure if what you're attempting to do here would work. It may prevent him from taking another spur of the moment shot at you, but the argument that gave rise to that was based on a difference of opinion. Limiting emotional response will not eliminate differences of opinion. In fact, it might make him even more dangerous because he won't attack you out straight out. He'll plan it and probably actually succeed, if he sees you as being a threat.
>Understood. Charles walks over to the conference room, careful to keep his weapon's safety on. He wasn't too familiar with such weapons (even though he was nevertheless more familiar with rifles than the more unconventional or exotic options) hence why he always deployed it as a turret rather than wielding it. He stands awkwardly unsure of whether to lean against a wall or stand at attention.
To the conference room you go.
((Oops, missed Simus' message.))
Anton's wristpad beeps suddenly.
Any who would consider staying here with me, I would like to meet sometime soon to review you. If you're not otherwise occupied, meet me in the Sword's conference room. It's going to take a bit for my repairs to finish, so no hurry, but I need to see you.
Anton sighs, waves Mesk and his digitigrade pet off, and gets back into VR, composing a message even as he gets back to the tests.
I'll see you there once I'm done testing these, XO, but I'd say it's too early for the talk of staying or leaving. Let's see if we don't get blasted off this planet by the UWM first - then we'll know for sure who can stay.
Finish that battery of tests, dammit. Then go to meet Simus in the conference room.
Mesk is currently trying to beat your face in. You're a bit busy.
Also, next turn, when you do try and get it done again, could you quote or repost the original post of tests?
Sigh and save the game (if you want to think of it that way) before going to the infirmary. Chat with someone who is neither busy nor in a chemical repairing tank.
Team mate or just anyone? You could talk to a nurse but they'll probably be busy.