Recall the shooty-drone, and send up an orbserver instead. Check the space inbetween us and the white building.
[Mechanics: 4-2]
The gunner drone drops to the ground like a stone, embedding itself in a sand dune.
[Mechanics: 10-2]
The observer, however, fares much better! The area between yourselves and the facility is mostly composed of sand dunes. There is, however, a large square of metal, hidden behind a sand dune about halfway to the facility.
[Intelligence: 1+1]
You have no clue what it is.
Slap myself using the adaptive rod. Since the mental connection to it should still be up.
Sadly, you have to be conscious to do that. You try to wake up the normal way, instead.
[Will: 5+2]
You wake up with two functionally useless arms covered with yellow foam, and a face full of sand.
injury is mostly mental! Pick up the damn box and stop whining!
...if you say so.
[Endurance: 9+1]
Gritting through the pain, you pick up the box! Then your bullet wounds get pulled apart by your tensing muscles!
You start bleeding profusely!
Use magical metal to lift the bomb parts and convey them whence they need to go. If attacked or otherwise harassed, set parts down, block self, perforate attackers. In that order.
You watch Doc literally rip himself apart for a little bit before you decide to just handle the goddamn box yourself.
[Strength: 8]
You still have to mostly carry the brunt of the weight even with the metal (gravity still exists), but you manage to shift it into a comfortable position.
You start lurching towards the facility, passing August on the way.
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