Groo's gonna take his spunnyflane out on a joyride around the city! Learn how capable it is in the sky!
Taking his self-proclaimed, spunnyflane out for a spin, [piloting 6] Groo puts the spunnyflane through it's paces, it seems to climb pretty well and has pretty good maneuverability, but to say that it could fight off a fighter would be a lie. It's small enough to fit into most forest clearings, as well as dodge around some of the higher up buildings and Groo with his traditional recklessness nearly crashes it a couple of times as he jinx around buildings and dodges other planes.
Sign yes and agree, suit up
Taking a deep breath you sign yes, ad nod your head in agreement towards the doctor. The doctor nods and be cones you along, you walk towards the operating table where, even now the orderlies are fin shin g up wheeling in mechanical pieces and a beast with a long stinger stands by it's handler looking at your wearily. Near him a daemonist is connecting a set of wires to face concealing helmet, one reminiscent of a knights helmet though it seems to lack eye holes, instead possessing a very slight indentation about where the eyes would be. You lie down on the operating table and are strapped down as the stinger hovers over you.
You might feel a slight pinch. The beast master says as the beast stinger pierces into your chest. you buck against your restraints as it suddenly feels as though you've been stabbed, but gradually the pain fades away to a mild dull throb, and then that fades away to a complete numbness. The now masked doctor walks over. He sees the confusion in your eyes and moves to placate you.
Relax Mr. Phineaus you are in good hands, the operation requires a certain level of consciousness to properly integrate with the daemons, but not to worry, you shouldn’t feel a thing. As he says this another surgeon also in his white scrubs and yellow gloves, selects a scalpel and cautery knife and begins to carve your arm open, you reflexively try to move your arm, but find that you can’t. Content to watch, and mostly having nothing else to do but watch, you stare at the doctors as they busy around, flaying your limbs open and drilling in metal plates on top of them, you watch as they move inwards, opening up the skin holding your ribs in place and replacing them with beast bone that subtly writher and squirms as it’s sewn inside you. As they finish they roll you over and do the same to your spine, it integrating as the beast parts come into a more welcoming environment more metal plates are screwed into the bone. Then the daemonist comes into play he taps each plate with his tuning fork and suddenly the air is alive with vibration, as the orderlies add ever increasing pieces of metal, and pistons are embedded in the muscles of your arms. Then the doctors move on, they take your eyes, slowly and silently plucking them from your head, and place what you assume to be the helmet onto your. As the helmet is placed on your head, someone whispers to you.
Relax, they will be stored on a beast until you request use of them again. . Followed by the sound of the helmet being ratcheted shut In your visionless void and now senseless void you seem to float for an unknown amount of time. But suddenly you hear a muffled voice of,
There, that should do it and a suddenly noise fills your head, lacking eyes you don’t know how long it lasts, aside from you feel as though your head may burst from this noise, it’s the kind of noise from a crowded stadium, but hooked up to a amplifier and pumped into your brain. Eventually one voice breaks through and quiets all the others.
Ah, fuck, just when I think I’m finally fucking free, I get dragged back here, just my fucking luck. Well what the hell do we have here? No vision? This won’t fucking do at all. Alright A slight change in pitch comes over and you feel a sudden sensation of pressure, it suddenly passes and you gaze out from your strapped down table, the doctors and nurses gathered around you eagerly. The head surgeon takes off his mask when he sees you begin to move your head and the beast eyes that are embedded in the metal of the helmet begin to gaze out upon the world in their own suspicious way
Gentlemen, I believe this operation was a successes, any questions Mr. Phineuas?Attempt to figure out how much shorter I could make my machinegun's barrel without breaking it. Rendering its accuracy to be shit does not count as breaking it.
engineering
Well let's see, [engineering 2] Well your pretty sure that you could cut it somewhere, Maybe somewhere near the end of the barrel?
"Ah, right. My apologies, my curiosity got the better of me."
To the spook car. Is my energy any better?
You get into the spook car as he peels out of the airport and ends up back a federal building, quickly crossing through it with you in tow he escorts you to an unmarked door which he unlocks and ushers you through, inside it is a daemon lab. He speaks finally. Wha͏t i͜s̸ ̢i̕t ̛tha͠t̶ ̛y̢ou͢ a͟s̵k us?̀ Your energies at tip top now.
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