You unholster your energy fork and stab your assailant.
He screams in pain as his nervous system is wracked and rolls off you, writhing in pain.
A phaser blast to the neck by Wololi relieves him of pain, permamently.
"Acceptable, Σ-9." Sergeant Wololi says and then ducks from another barrage of phasers.
"Sonic pulser, go!" You unholster one of the spindly-looking pulsers, activate it for 3 seconds and lob it across the corridor.
The three Centaurians unfortunate enough to get caught in the radius don't even have time to scream as the sound pulse liquifies and splatters most of their organic matter across the walls.
"That's more like it. Let's go! We need to find others!" He shoots down other two Centaurians and leads you out of the galley.
The shooting continues.
The screams, the explosions, the body count continues.
"Hey."
But you know how to handle all this.
Phasers, pulsers, you've used them many times...
"Hey!"
Energy forks, close quarters combat, you've seen it all...."Hey." Caesar leans over the counter, his face inches away from yours.
"Yes? Sorry."
"You were looking at me funny." He sits back with a smirk.
"Apologies. I hope it didn't last long.
"Oh, no, you just stared at me intensely for few seconds."
CONGRATULATIONS! 1 MEMORY BLOCK CLEARED!Arnold remembers his
infantry programming from his
teenage years!Employee file updated!
"Regarding our conversation, yes. I know how to handle phasers, energy forks, sonic pulsers, and I know basics of CQC and ranged combat. I was conscripted into military forces once. My programming is still intact." Caesar quirks a brow.
"Really? You're a drone? Apologies, but, color me impressed, I thought most military purged drones' wetware before their release into civilian living."You try to remember something about that, only to get a sudden headache.
You don't think you can remember anything else for some time.You look at the main gate as it opens, and two SRC engineers enter, carrying datapads and a toolbox.
Caesar takes a sip of his drink and looks at the engineers as they approach the bar.
"Yo, you're Arnold, right?" The tall, burly engineer puts down the toolbox, and his fellow, a bit shorter than him, hands you two datapads.
"So, this here is standard SRC toolkit. Plasma torch, laser cutter, energy dampener, some screwdrivers, mecha-servo, a set of self-sealing stem-bolts if you need to patch some hull or whatever... yeah, this stuff should let you do minor repairs on your own. And here." He points at the datapads.
"Basic maintenance guide, and the other is space-side Outpost schematic compilation, including computer networks, power conduits, auxiliaries, and so on. Ought to keep you occupied for few days at very least.""Thanks. I appreciate your help. Give thanks to the Chief on my behalf."
"Sure thing." The two wave at you before going for the gate.
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"About time I get going, too." Caesar stretches a little, and takes another sip of his drink. There's not much left.
A) "You sure you don't want another drink?"
B) "Please come again."
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