"Thanks and see you later."
Milno actually had more questions, such as "How much subordination do you owe the ship and the HMRC if you actually decide to stay over ten missions?", if only for the fact he wondered why someone would want to stay over the required number of missions.
The place was basically a lair of idiots (he did not exclude himself from the count either), and anyone who wanted to stay there probably had a good reason...Like the thrill of combat, maybe?
His fists - both the organic, protected by the gauntlet, and the mechanical one - opened and closed as if testing his strength, feeling what had become of him in the small amount of time he had spent in the HMRC...And Milno felt that maybe he liked it.
Go to the VR, use the slip given by the AM to check on the battlesuit's features.
Which ones? She told ya about the standard suit's features, so which one do you want to look at?
"Oh my. You really think it's that bad, huh? I'll go find a nice place to destroy it right now, I guess. Wouldn't want to make a mess here."
Is it really that bad? It looks absolutely glorious to me. It couldn't hurt to ask someone else about it, I think.
Leave quietly with the painting under my arm while the AM is distracted by Milno. Go to the rec room. Find somebody who looks suitably artistic and show them the painting. Ask for their opinion on it.
"Hello, my name is Stacy Buttle. May I trouble you for a second, I just need to get a second opinion on a painting." He brandishes the horrifying work of art. "What do you think of it? I think it's absolutely wonderful, but the Armory Master seems to think it's terrible. However, I'm sure that I might be biased, being the author and all. I need you to give your opinion on it, so that I may see the unquestionable truth of the matter."
You run up to Maurice and show him the picture.
(How does it translate in terms of modifiers?)
Exit VR. Sit at a table and contemplate how to convert a guass rifle into a sniper.
(it doesn't. It will just change how the damage is done and what effects it has, it won't have actual modifiers.)
You sit on a table, taking up the classic thinker pose, and contemplate how to make a gauss rifle into a sniper rifle.
[aux:1]
You slip and fall off the table.
((Now I'm curious who's gonna get shown the pretty picture. Also curious about the picture, obviously.))
"What?! Why would- nevermind, I'll just ask him, I guess...?"
She began typing a message to the Doctor on her wristpad.
Doctor-
Is it true your training routinely kills people? If so, why?
"So... how many have there been that have actually mastered it?" she asked Steve, somewhat dreading the answer. "And... assuming there's any, what have they been like?"
Ask Steve, message Doctor
The reply comes back a moment later
> Yes.
>That I know of there have been less then ten, and I'm unsure how many of those are true. As per what they're like, no one that he has trained has died a natural death. Or a solitary one. Message to Doc: I'm ready when you are then. I'm just outside the doors to the back.
A moment after you send the message you get one back. As you open it on your wristpad you hear the door to the back of the infirmary click and open a crack.
>Come alone. A nurse will meet you in the hall.
That's why I included a ferromagnetic backplate the first time I tried with the wires.
((That fact would be a good reason why they would be sent to the HMRC. If they were a ship crewman, a technician in charge of a ship's artificial gravity generator, and someone close to a magistrate who didn't get the memo to get the minor bone implants they would need to continue living in a higher gee environment, or move to a section of the ship kept at a lower gee level, and the generator was turned to 1 gee...))
Also contemplate how the VR machine knows what my virtual self is wanting to do. Think on the possibility of converting it into a wireless visor.
(it would be a lot more then bone implants. Ever read "The moon is a Harsh Mistress?". Remember what happen to Mannie and Prof Del La Pas when they went from living on the moon to going to earth.)
[aux:3-1]
Eh. Space magic.
[aux:
GAZE AT THE POOL OF PROPHECY!
You gaze deeply into the pool of prophecy and see many strapping men punching each other and yelling about what to do. Yeah, seems about right.
Become the Penguin Queen and mate everything.
You begin frantically pelvic thrusting on the couch, much to the bemusement of the man sharing it with you. Huh, this isn't very whimsical. Maybe more pills are required.
Go to the rec room. Stumble upon the man with a painting.
Oh - you're an artist? My, it would be a pleasure to look at a good piece of art. You know, I've tried my hand at painting too - you can see those two pictures by the wall over there. Mind looking at them later, by the way? When you are not busy, are in the right mood, etc.
Appreciate the picture I am shown. If I am shown it, of course.
You look upon the new man's painting, staring deeply into the immaculately detailed representation of...
[will:1]
[dex:6]
[Stacy dex:1]
[str:6+1]
You blink. A moment ago you were looking at the painting held by that man but now it's gone and so is he. You look around, confused. People are staring at you, wide eyed, backing away. You hear something, a gurgling. The man is laying on the ground, his throat carved nearly in two, blood spurting and pooling on the ground around him as he grasps weakly at the wound, his eyes growing cloudy. Your hands and arms are covered in blood and in one hand is your knife. To the side, sitting untouched on a table, is the painting.
"Oh nice. They've got a program called 'Tanker'. That's me alright."
Log into "Tinker" and ask for a help menu or something. Ask program what sort of tanks and/or weapons they have for them. Remember the name of that guy that tried to hug you. Consider that this might be "that sort of Naval vessel". Load up biggest tank with biggest gun attached and fire at simulcrum of the guy that tried to hug you, from 6 kilometres away. Smile, knowing that your sexuality is happily reconfirmed with a tank-sized penile subsitute being fired at someone you've never met. Actually listen to the help requested in Tinker program. Ask what other "less tank-sized weapons" they have available, and if I can make them "better", to stop any hugging based actions from happening again. Get program to remove tank and lay out stock of all weapons currently available in front of me.
Edit: last two sentences added: conventional and unconventional weapons layout request.
You use a tank-though it might be more accurately described as a mobile nuclear shell firing fortress city- to stave off the gay panic before summoning a very long table with ever single weapon listed on the armory board laid out for you.
"Try to find someone and make a family"
((I have the impression this is a bit crippling. "Try to find someone and make a family" basically means forgetting about Jim, the cyborg who would be incapable of reproduction even with a synth-flesh body, unless there are technological shenanigans to solve that with a sample from his DNA.))
Technically Feyri might not even be able to have kids after that lightning incident.
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