Futuristic Achilles

[Shura]

Welcome to the Achilles


Twenty cycles (years) ago everything was in peace with various species united by one universal senate. Said peace was broken however when an assassination was attempted on the heads of the senate. The assassin was captured and traced back to a notorious force name Kriten, known for destroying man 'uninhabited' planets, slave trading and arms dealing. There had been run ins with factions of the group but nothing could be done against the main branch. The senate decided to finally disband and destroy the force however severely underestimated the Kriten numbers and fire power.


The war has raged on for much longer than anticipated, many planets have been destroyed in the process. The Achilles is one of many ships with in the Senate army, however the soldier here are known for being extremely talented and dangerous.

 

[Shura]

Location: Quadrant Iota 7 - Neutral Zone - Achilles - Docking Station A9 - 0730 - Arrival


Today was probably one of the busiest days of the Cycle for traveling. Small transport ships shuttled from station transporting newly assigned recruits to their assigned ships. Many boarded ship headed directly for the active hostile zone to join in the front lines, other helped to maintain order in peaceful zones. Then there were those who toed the line with in the Neutral zone locked in a state of tense tranquility not in any kind of active combat but ready to engage as soon as the moment presents its self. Few ships brought recruits into the Neutral zone since there weren't many ships on active duty.


The Achilles was one of these special ships, said to exist to maintain the border and keep an eye on the enemy few know of the covert missions launched from this specific ship. A hand full of transport ships approached the carrier clearing their approach well ahead of time as they flew in from across the universe bringing in the newest unit to join the Achilles fleet. Commander Zelric, the leader for the new unit, stood near the docking station waiting for the six soldiers to arrive.


@Godman873 @The Kaosophile @Der Kojote @Alex Phalin

 

[GeneralZod]

Sica traveled in the small transport ship bored out of her mind, she had nothing to do but sit there and go through various sets of data on the Achilles, ironically enough most of the tech stuff was over her head. Sica knew very little when it came to technology but then again she never had to, most people were able to fix Sica's body so all she had to do was usually ask or pay for. When she got the Achilles she hoped she was not going to think about all the minute details that she didn't understand, that was the last impression she wanted to give the idea that she was a techie. What Sica actually was was a soldier, with lots of grenades, two built in rifles, a compact sword, cryo gun and a typical medium range rifle. If Sica had even half of the weapons that she had on her currently before she was in the army she would gone directly to jail, not have passed go or collect 200 dollars. Sica's suit wasn't on, why did it need to be? Nothing was going to happen and she didn't even really need the armor, her frame was durable enough to take a decent amount of punishment, she sure learned that when the police force back at home attempted to shoot her in the chest. While it left an annoying scuff mark and a small dent it didn't do much else. Sica knew how lucky she was to have had the option to go into the military but what they didn't know was how much she was looking forward to using all her new toys, pent up in a box for years pushing papers was not her idea of fun and it slowly would have driven her to insanity, though you could argue that she was already there. The transport was probably close to the fancy new stealth ship by now and Sica couldn't wait, though a thought did cross her mind. Who was the moron that thought putting her on a stealth based operation with ten different types of grenades would be a smart thing?

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Angus Blate


Angus muttered curses in several tongues while securing the grenade to his waist. The blue grenade gave off a slight glimmer that lit up the small corner he was sitting in. He didn't want to have to go back into combat again, but he had to. He was lending his skills to the fighters of his beliefs, and to keep true to himself he couldn't bail out. He dusted off his coat, and straightened his attire. You needed to look presentable when arriving at such a... Prestigious? place. The whip was spun in on itself, hanging off his waist on the opposite side of the grenade. His long hair was tied behind his head, and his beard was almost groomed. The old jeans that were secured to his legs were spotless, for once, and the mandatory scarf that hung from his neck was brand new. Unlike the last scarf, this red colour didn't come from wiped off blood, hydraulic fluid, other unknown liquids, and the occasional spilled beverage.


He finally stood up, his tall stature being noticable next to the small seat he'd been sitting on. He gathered his tools together, and put them back in their toolboxes, fished up the little gadget he'd been working on and dropped it into one of his many pockets, before picking the toolboxes up and heading off. They'd arrive soon, to his understanding.

 

[Gobbo]

Alan had found a dark corner to stay in for the ride, and had stayed quiet for the most part. He had tried to crack a few jokes here and there, but it didn't seem like anyone was amused.


For now, he had just taken to sharpening his blades. The rhythmic sound of whetstone on metal was soothing to him, and helped to calm his nerves. He wasn't a fan of space travel, and occupying himself with his daggers helped.


Even though he was excited to have been brought on with a unit, he still wasn't too sure what to expect. Front-line fighting wasn't his specialty, but if he had to fight then he had to. He didn't have much say in the matter.


Once he was finished with his blades he put them away, looking over at the one who had just stood. His head tilted slightly as he adjusted the goggles over his eyes.


"We are almost there, yes?" he asked, his voice oddly monotone.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Shura]

The station came into view though the inky darkness of space, an impressive ship all around which rivaled many other in the fleet. Jade watched with uncertainty as the transport ship grew closer. She had gotten used to the last ship and the crew working there. It was a smaller force in the peaceful zone that didn't see a lot of combat but was since she could focus on her projects during the down time. She spent the majority of her time developing weaponry and doing any minor missions they requested. Pretty standard for spending most of her life in some sort of military facility. She scanned over the documents she had been given on her new assignment once more as the ship closed in. With a loud THUNK the ship finished docking and the passenger were let off. Jade grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder before following the crowd out of the ship.

 

[Der Kojote]

Ahh the glories of space travel, filled with exotic sights, sounds, all to be witnessed from the wonderful and cramped quarters of a space ship. Well then again he didn't have much to complain about. He had been in MUCH worse situations, also considering the fact that he was going to be able to get revenge on the people that put him in that situation, he REALLY had no right to complain. As the docking port slowly opened up he dragged the container that had most of his supplies. Sure it was heavy, but with enhanced strength, it was fairly manageable. To be honest, the whole idea of stealth missions did not appeal to him. Preferably he'd much rather be beating the ever-loving crap out of every Kriten member he saw. However, if stealth was going to be the best means of getting at them, then he would have to adapt.

 

[The Kaosophile]

Beitris McKay checked and rechecked the screen on her PDA. Digistruct module: Correct number of schematic data, correct amount of power, properly synced to her bionic arm's computers. Bionic arm: Properly cleaned, lubricated, and calibrated. V.O.R.T.E.X.: Coolant levels optimal, power levels within acceptable deviations, not going to cause a small nuclear meltdown on her hip. Sidearm: Loaded. Lunch Rations: packed. Prototype machine projects: still unfinished and probably dangerous. Time: behind schedule, but still not late. "Are we there yet? I thought you were a professional pilot, Ken!"


"Oh, shove it, kiddo, this thing isn't exactly a luxury jet."


"Richards! Be nice, she's just excited, 'sall."


Beitris was, indeed, excited, but it was not, in fact, all. She wasn't sure if the organization recruiting her knew yet that she had been gathering information on them. They may have been the ones who provided her with the information, but they... may not have given her permission to see it. Beitris hadn't told Jane, only Kenneth, and his theory was that they hired her because she was able to obtain the information without their permission. Beitris tried to believe this but she had a hard time staying positive. From what she had gathered, she was going to be enlisted into a new unit, along with five others, the units worked in pairs of two on many missions, the captain was not human, though many of her squadmates would be, most missions she'd be sent on would be stealth-oriented, against Kriten forces, and the captain wore briefs, not boxers. That last one could be rumor, as she found it in a personal writing piece of one of the command techs of the organization. Apparently he was quite the romantic, enamored as he was with his CO.


"Eh, this is your captain speaking: prepare to board, we're docking now."


Beitris shook her head at that, mildly annoyed, but grateful for the attempt to calm her down. Kenneth Richards was the self-proclaimed comic relief of their little pseudo-family, though he mostly dealt puns that would make Carrot Top roll over in his grave.


"Bye sweetie, have fun! Oh, it's just like your first day at Basic Training all over again." Jane commented in her best impersonation of a stereotypical mother. Jane Fischer was the only reason things got done in this ship, and, despite several jokes between her and Ken, thought of him only as a brother, and Ken reciprocated the familial love. Beitris never knew her gamete donors, but she hoped that if she ever did, they were as cool as these two.


"You mean the time the forward thrusters broke on this flying scrapheap and Ken had to fly sideways to make it there on time?" Beitris asked, queasy just recalling the event. "Please don't ever do that again, by the way, these seats were not meant to withstand that much lateral force."


Jane laughed, a surprisingly delicate sound for such a strong and, frankly, masculine woman. She was different from what her appearance would suggest in a lot of ways, but not many people got to know her. "Go give 'em hell, kiddo."


Beitris said her goodbyes, then got off the Swan, her home off and on for years now. The name was one of her favorite parts about that ship, because swans were graceful, and this ship was about as graceful as a drunken hippopotamus and twice as ugly. She subtly tapped the bio-scanner on her right hip, and synced up the readout to her PDA. She got several pages of information per person that passed by her, some of them interesting, some of them illegal, some of them decidedly normal. None of it really mattered, but gathering an encyclopedia of everything in the universe was something that kept Beitris busy when she couldn't work on her technological projects. One face on her screen stuck out to her, one she could actually put a name to: Zelrich. Her new CO. Beitris couldn't keep the elation from her face as she made her way towards him. Several passersby gave her strange looks for the grin on her face, but with a giant bionic arm that could only compact so much when not in use, one gets used to crooked stares and sideways glances. She caught her CO's eye and gave a curt nod in greeting, not sure what to say.


@Shura

 

[GeneralZod]

Sica's transport seemed to be one of the first to arrive. As it slowly came into the hangar Sica could feel the landing gear come down, with a small lurch downward then upward it had finally landed, the exit ramp hissed as the sealed air had began to escape from the small ship. Once the air quality of both ships had settled Sica's once barely visible HUD now grew a more solid color of green. The air quality, dimensions of the room and varying elements in the air all showed up on her HUD. Underneath the list it measured how breathable the air was. The HUD was both incredibly useful and incredibly annoying at times. Finally stepping off the ship she looked around to notice there weren't a whole lot of others just yet. Opting to use her HUD to her advantage to freak some people out she could look at someone for only two or three seconds and get basic information such as name and rank as long as she was linked into the military database.

 

[Shura]

Commander Zelric stood off to the side out of the way of the transport shuttles which brought cargo on and off the ships. He scanned over the crowd as the ships docked and let their passenger off. One small personal craft skittering along the larger ship leaving one solitary girl off along with her belongings before puttering off once more. He glanced over the data-pad he had in hand which had the files for the new team he was supposed to be commanding. One. He offered a curt nod in reply as he approached before scanning the rest of the new recruits. He knew the silence could be taken as rude but he did not feel like repeating himself, not when he would have to spend the next several hours explaining everything. He spotted a few more of the soldiers A red head and one with hot pink hair making their way over as well. Two. Three.


A few short moments later the rest of the crew slowly gathered. He looked over the six soldier that had put in his command, it was certainly a unique batch to sat the least. He cleared his voice before speaking up his voice deep, loud and held an authoritative edge. "Welcome to the Achilles. I am Commander Zelric. The six of you have been assigned as a team under my command. Your belongings will be placed in your quarters, follow me." he said before turning on his heals and starting to walk inside of the ship wasting no time in any kind of individual greetings. There was time for that later.

 

[Der Kojote]

Saul mused to himself as he watched the captain turn on is heels, Military, efficient, man of few words, Good to have for a CO. He then looked at the others around him. Hmm 5 more people... 3 teams of two each. lets see what he got. He couldn't get a really good understanding of them as he was just looking at them, still it was an interesting motley crew. A red head cyborg... another red head cyborg who is REALLY pushing the boundaries between cyborg and android. One giant guy who would be picked up in a heart beat back home for the basketball team. An old guy, who looks really angry at life, and...how does that one girl walk around like that, Jesus?

 

[Gobbo]

Alan seemed to appear out of nowhere in the group, standing at attention when his CO spoke. He had a horrible habit of seeming to appear and disappear at times, as was to be expected of someone of his race. He followed the CO wordlessly, glancing around at the others. It seemed to be a fairly rag-tag group, but each person seemed capable in their own way. Especially the robotic one. He watched her for a long while, as if he was trying to figure out where the human and cybernetic parts where split. It was like a puzzle to him, though he soon realized that most humans had a problem with people staring.


Soon he turned his attention to the rest of the ship. It seemed comfortable enough, for a military vessel. Still, it didn't hold a candle to his own people's warships. He laughed inwardly and followed in silence, curious to see what would come next.

 

[GeneralZod]

Sica followed the commander wondering where her belongings would be. The group that she was with certainly would be quite the bunch. Looking around she easily got the names of all of them, Angus Blate was probably the oldest of the group at age 53 but he still seemed in good enough of a shape to put up a fight. There was girl who used a giant mech arm, her name was Beitris Iona McKay, what a name. The next girl was someone named Jade hunter who had a few cybernetics herself. There was a man named Saul whose species was labeled as 'other' despite him looking human enough. Then there was the Kiralen named Alan Gibson. It was quite the group and despite Sica wanting to know more her access to know them beyond their names and ages was off limits, that was one of the few annoyances when she tried to connect to the database. So, instead of gathering information on the people she was with she began to listen to whatever the commander said, a light worry coming over her when she saw her status at 17%, she had a feeling she should have paid more attention while on the transport, keeping herself distracted burned up more charge than she intended to, sleeping would have been a better idea. That would be the last time she spent hours on the military database doing several things at once...

 

[The Kaosophile]

Beitris had trouble keeping focused on her new superior. First she was off on how surprisingly fit the one man was, despite his age, then she was engrossed in every last detail of the body of a perfect specimen of a man, now she was contemplating the border between human and robot on this girl who obviously saw no border. I wonder how much of her is cybernetic. Why does she have so many cybernetics, anyway, wouldn't that be a major power draw? Unless she's using a series of generators to turn the byproducts of use into more energy, she's probably the most inefficient being in the universe, in terms of energy use. I wonder...





Beitris subtly used her wireless multimeter on her PDA to check the other girl's power usage. 5000% of power generated!? How does she walk without taking in her body weight in calories? Do her external machine power generators even run on unused calories? What if she's running on gasoline or hydrogen or something asinine like that? Um... Do I just ask her if she needs power or...


Beitris began to panic inwardly. If she didn't do something, someone would be carrying her to the nearest fuel depot to recharge, and who knew what all that metal actually weighed. Well, they didn't hire me for combat expertise, that's for sure, so it's likely I'm actually here to do things like this... Beitris swallowed, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice to the girl so that others would not hear "What do you run on and how much do you need?" Wait, that sounded like I'm a drug dealer, try again, not so creepy this time. "I mean... Looks like you're running low on fuel, do you need to be filled?" DAMN IT! "Uhh, I just... I'll shut up now."


(@Godman873)

 

[GeneralZod]

Sica looked at Beitris who was clearly tripping over her own words. She did have a valid question though, one that Sica wasn't even sure about. Pulling her hand to her right arm and rubbing it as if it helped she tried to come up with an answer. She answered trying to think clearly not going to go through her own database to figure out what she ran on. Her voice was mostly synthesized though there was still some human element to it. "Umm, something called Fuse Micro cell thingies? They are with my stuff, I have several cases of them." Sica was probably not the most ideal cyborg given how she had little to no knowledge of her cybernetics. "Sorry, I really don't know much about my cybernetics." Sica stood there knowing full well she was about to be yelled at and she really didn't give a damn, she had heard it before but people still ended up helping her. So if people did the work for her why should she do it herself?


@thekaosophile

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Angus arrived at the group, and looked over the gathered ones. There was the human looking fellow who'd talked to him earlier, though he'd ignored him. His intuition told him he wasn't actually human though. It was something about the way that he moved that just seemed unnatural. Next up was a... Girl? Angus wasn't sure if she could be classified as a girl at this point. He wondered how many of her vital systems shut down if she ran out of power. The girl was practically a brain in a can. He hoped he wouldn't be paired with her, as his views of excessive cybernetics use could often be compared to the excessive use of cosmetics and plastic surgery in the modern day. It was cheating, in a way.


There was another girl, who definitely looked like a mechanic, so he assumed that he wouldn't be paired with her. Actually, she looked less dirty than a mechanic. She probably was one, but he felt she was relatively new in this line of work. Which makes sense, she seemed young. 'Experience beats all', was a motto he used to keep, but he wasn't even sure if you could say that anymore. Some of these new engineers were freaking miracle workers. He liked to think he was better at keeping things from not breaking down completely, and keeping things convenient than them though, but that was mostly to keep his own spirits up.


A third girl, who also looked liked a cyborg, were there. He really couldn't tell whether she was supposed to be a soldier or not, so that brought him to the last person of the group. He looked like a regular human, maybe a little depressed, but okay in general. He would have to form his opinion on him after talking to him, instead of just getting the cover-preconception.


Without a word, he followed the commander into the ship. He did wonder what the future would hold for him now.

 

[Shura]

Jade looked around in the ship getting a sense of what kind of environment her new 'home' would have. She had been on many different military ships some training some for combat. The last ship she was an older ship in a peaceful zone. Lots of repairs and maintenance. That didn't seem to be an issue here. Everything looked new and very well managed, there was also a full crew running it would cut down on the amount of work needing to be done. As they walked she overheard the conversation between the android girl and the redhead. She glanced over at the two seeing some similarities between her self and the red head, it was obvious she was mechanic and possibly had the same issues she had regarding socializing. Then again it could just be "first day jitters" as most called it, something that still baffled her. Though when the android stated that she had little to no knowledge about her cybernetics or how to fuel them several red flags went up in her mind. How could you not know about your own body?! Unless the cybernetics were something necessary like her own there was no excuse not to have done research into the basic components before having it done to your self. Then again the lack-a-daisy way of the androids response said it all. She prayed not to be paired with the girl. She had enough issues 'playing nice' with others who didn't understand normally.


Jade looked off scanning the rest of the group before they reached a large door which read Area 87. The commander pressed his hand to a sensor and the doors opened up allowing the small crew into a fairly large command room which branched out into other areas. The commander reached the central room where a large hologram projection of the neutral zone was being shown. above a control table. For the most part it was an open area with some space for the crew to sit and plan or just relax. There was even a small dinning area off to one of the side complete with a bar or some sort. One other corridor opposite to the door which they entered from which appeared to have three doors.


"Alright." The commander turned to face his crew once the door was shut. "This is Area 87, simply put our command center. All of out missions will be given and disused here. This is also the common area and where most meals will be eaten. Sleeping quarters are down the hall to the left and our hanger to the right. Hanger is where all ships and equipment is stored. When it is time to launch we will be launching from the hanger. All mechanic work is to be done in that area." He explained wanting to get the basics out of the way. "As you all know this is not a normal crew, due to your exceptional skill you have been chosen for this team you will be paired up one Sherik to one Treasach. As a pair you are to support each other whether it be in flight or on the field. Each of you should have been given a file with the necessary information as to what your role entails. While you will be paired up you also have a responsibility as collective team to complete the given objectives." He stated before pulling up a list on his datpad. "The pairings are as followed. Hunter and Gibson, Blate and Brant, McKay and Pera." He listed off. "Seeing this is only the first day the higher ups deemed that time be given for adjustments and getting acquainted. Drills and mock missions will begin at 0600 Sharp."

 

[GeneralZod]

Sica followed the commander to the command center, it was certainly a nice looking area. She checked her power levels once more seeing them at 16%, after all she had been active for awhile. Watching the commander walk away Sica headed to the sleeping quarters to find the huge case she brought of her belongings, which were filled with weapons and power cells. Glancing around the area she took note that it was not the biggest area on the ship and the beds were inside of the wall, well at least it didn't matter how she slept, in fact due to her cybernetics she could even sleep standing up if she wanted. Picking up one of the cases with her things in it she opened it up to reveal all the cells she actually needed, they were there and that was all she needed to know, she placed her things onto a bunk to claim it after closing up the case. She could wait a bit longer before actually replacing them, no big deal. She rejoined the group wondering what the rest of then were going to do. "Well, any stuff you brought is in the sleeping quarters, assuming any of you brought something."

 

[Der Kojote]

He listened to the cyborg girl as she talked about not knowing her own internal components. Now that is scary, you don't know what probably makes most of you up? Christ, whoever gets partnered up with her is going to have one hell of a time trying to keep her in one piece. Unless she has automated systems...they have those right? He left the musings of engineers and their machinery for another day, he only needed to know a few pieces of tech, some nice armor, a pistol, 2 plasma cutters, and one helluva rail-gun. After that maintenance and other tech could be left to anyone else. He then noticed the CO begin to move, Well time to get this show on the road. He thought.


Saul looked around as the CO gave the tour of the ship, everything looked sleek. Clearly if this wasn't the best tech the Senate had, it was up there. The only time he paused to think was when he arrived at the sleeping quarters. As much as his body needed it, he was really not looking forward to the inevitable nightmares. Sleep never was easy, and he really didn't want to disturb anyone with suddenly bolting awake. Not to big on the whole cubby thing either...don't care how nice or big it looks. Don't care if I have to JAM it open... it will stay open. Memories of his cell flooded his brain. Ones he pushed down, deep down, Add to the pile, fuel for the fire. Fuel for the engine. Fuel for later. He continued walking with the group, seemingly nothing on his mind.


When he received his partner he nodded, Old guy huh? Well this'll be interesting. Looks like a tough old cuss. He walked over to the Sherik he was partnered with, "Saul Brant, I guess we will be working with each other." He extended a polite hand shake, "How do you prefer attacking enemies close range or far away, either one works fine for me."

 

[Gobbo]

Alan stood at attention, listening to the CO speak. It was odd that he would have to be paired up, but decided that so long as he wasn't paired with another assassin, it would be fine. He hated having to babysit others when he worked.


He heard his name called and nodded, looking around. Once they were dismissed he looked over at the girl that he assumed was his partner, walking over to her.


"Hunter?" he asked, his voice oddly monotone. "I am Alan, your Treasach." He put his fist over his chest and bowed.


"It's an honor to make your acquaintance."


@Shura

 

[Shura]

Jade looked over essentially what would be home for a while much roomier than her last ship. She glanced around at the crew as the CO gave his tour and explanation. Something in the way he spoke gave her the impression that he had wanted to start training now as oppose to letting the settle in. Things were diffidently going to be busy to say the least. She looked over as one of the male soldiers introduced himself as her Treasach and nodded slightly. "Jade Hunter, I suppose that makes me your Sheik. It's an honor to make yours as well" She greeted not really sure if she should return the bow or not it was clear he was from a different culture, great more complications. A quick glance over revealed he didn't have cybernetics so that was one less thing to worry about. "I should probably warn you social concepts are not my strong suit, apologies in advance." She stated wanting to get formalities done with so the work could start.


@Alex Phalin

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

The ship was a bit of a dream, but Angus wasn't the kind to get excited anymore. It was all built to cause death anyway, so what's to celebrate? Seeing the sleeping quarters wasn't much better. That was the place he was going to spend the next... Undefined amount of time in. He tried to not think too much about it. "This is Area 87, simply put our command center. All of out missions will be given and discussed here." Angus kept a neutral face during the introduction, staying as formal as he possibly could. He wasn't sure who this Brant fellow was, but luckily for him the man found him himself.


"Saul Brant, I guess we will be working with each other. How do you prefer attacking enemies, close range or far away? either one works fine for me." The guy seemed to have his priorities straight. As much as Angus just felt like grunt something rude and leaving, he was stuck with this guy for some time. He was just happy he wasn't banded together with one of the cyborgs. He reached his arm down and grabbed the soldier's hand, shaking it firmly. "Angus Blate. Let's just keep some things straight, I'll make sure you don't die, and you'll make sure the other guys die, alright? I'll fly the ship out of harms way, make sure it doesn't break, and you shoot the other guys. Whether you want to be close or not is up to you, and you're gonna have to tell me. If we find ourselves in combat outside of a ship, same rules apply. I won't do a lot of shooting, but I'll make sure you don't receive a lot of it."


@Der Kojote

 

[Der Kojote]

Saul nodded at Angus' comments, "Alright, no problem, trust me, they'll be more focused on the guy with a rail gun and charging them with plasma cutters than an engineer, if they don't then they might have their priorities out of line. Or they're thinking tactically...which if we're doing our jobs shouldn't bother you for long anyway. Any way as for the point on distance, ehh it will all depend on the situation, hopefully, I'll be able to pick them off from afar, though trust me, I got have problem with close range." The guy seemed straightforward and simple, There seemed like he was going to have no problem with the person he was assigned to work with.

 

[The Kaosophile]

Well, bitchnuggets. So much for long periods of alone time with tall, dark, and handsome. This also means that I'm stuck with the dunderhead that put a bunch of electronic parts on herself without so much as a 'how does this work?' Welcome to the second circle, my name is Beitris. "Beitris McKay," Beitris introduced, extending her hand "I'll be the one keeping you from the scrapheap, apparently. By the way, go get yourself charged, we can see about optimizing your power usage tomorrow." Beitris trotted to the hangar to see her new playground.


"Sweet solid-state mercy!" Beitris exclaimed upon reaching the place she'd be spending most of her down time. The workbenches had all manner of high-tech apparati on them, and none of it looked second-hand like the crap she usually got to work with. This will be paradise on... space... shut up. First things first: claim a workbench and play with some new toys. Practically skipping across the room in giddy anticipation, Beitris passed by the fighters-- beautiful pieces of destructive technology, by the way-- and found a workbench that was gathering dust. It's okay, little friend, you'll get some mileage on you. She pulled up a stool and tapped her Digistruct belt to get her preset preferred tools, put her safety goggles on and began working on her VORTEX so it could handle more payloads without overheating. I just need to calibrate the capacitor banks to receive power from the heat sink generator and... Beitris yawned ...and then... The rest of that thought was cut short when she passed out at the workbench, tools in hand. Sica wasn't the only one who expended all her energy before she got here.

 

[Gobbo]

Alan tilted his head a bit, a low chittering sound coming from the back of his throat as he watched her.


"That is alright. I understand that humans are ignorant to other creature's customs. I will not take it as an offense." he explained, his voice odd and even-toned. It almost sounded as if there were two voices speaking at once.


"I will need you to maintenance my rifle and any weapons I may have. Should we go to the work area now?" he asked her, staring at her without blinking. It as slightly unnerving.