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thom_293 and anyone who cares to run into him! \o/
what ; Thom is getting out of Spartanhaus to stretch his legs, explore the area and use his MAGICAL JETPACK to scope out sniper vantage points. He'll also be making a brief sojourn into the junkyard to search for supplies. Feel free to catch him anywhere your character might be that's still out in
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He had no idea who had the sort of determination necessary to clear even a small area in the junkyard, and that in itself bore investigation. It took him several minutes to make it to the point, following a nav point he'd tossed up in his HUD, jetpacking over one dubious pile of garbage that looked like it wouldn't support his weight.
He approached the clearing at an angle, more habit than anything else, but when he saw the girl standing under the lean-to, he lost the cautionary spring to his step.
"Hey, Connie." There was genuine warmth in his voice as he addressed her. She'd helped out during the Marker, and didn't seem too bad, for a civvie. Plus, she pinged a great deal of his more protective instincts. "Looking for something?"
He'd spotted that lighthouse, but wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He tilts his head at it in silent question.
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She offered him a bit of a smile, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear before she shoved her hands into her pocket. "No, just...building. It helps me relax." The two swarms continued buzzing about, though construction slew to a halt after a few moments as her attention shifted elsewhere.
"It's a light house I saw in a book once," she explained, somewhat sheepishly. "I had a dream about it and it's been stuck in my head so I figured..." She shrugged.
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"Need a hand? I can't do your nifty mind mojo, but I can take care of any heavy lifting you might run into."
A fully armoured Spartan can lift just about a tonne without a lot of strain. There's a reason none of them ever really quit their day job.
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"A lot of it. Enough to make the top of the lighthouse, I mean. But there aren't a lot of things that can be turned into glass, and glass itself doesn't really reshape easily..." She laughed. "Any ideas?"
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"Or, I found the wreckage of a ship. It had transparent viewpoints, probably some kind of metal/glass derivative to handle the pressure of deep space. Could drag a few of those back here, up to you?"
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"Thank you, but you don't have to." Although his idea of getting things from the ship would be easier. "Actually. The ship would probably work. I can come with you though." She held out her arms, and the two nano-machine colonies came swirling back through the air to curl around her wrists, until they appeared to just be two bracelets again.
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"You gonna leave the lighthouse here when you're done, or do you want to bring it with you somewhere?"
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"I hadn't really thought about it," she admitted, glancing over at the lighthouse as they walked. "This was just the easiest place to build something out of junk."
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"Well, that's fair. How big do you think it'll be when you're finished?"
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She glanced back at the light house for a moment. "Fifteen feet?" She finally decided. She couldn't build a full-sized one! Well...she probably could, but she'd get bored halfway through.
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Admittedly, it wouldn't be big enough to serve the purpose its name inspired, but it seemed better than just letting it moulder in the junkyard.
He sidestepped around a sheet of plate metal that looked to be unsteadily perched on whatever it concealed and resumed speaking once he had his feet planted on firmer ground, "Ship's about another hundred meters thataway." He pointed to where it was coming into visibility amidst the heaps of clutter.
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When the ship came into view she held out her arm and one of the nano-machine colonies melted off her skin and swarmed up into the air before diving into one of the piles of junk nearby. Bits and pieces of things began swarming out, and slowly assembled a small flat-bed push truck for piling things on. The wheels weren't all quiet the same shape, but it looked sturdy enough. Maria's attention was on the ship though, staring at it quietly.
"I've never seen a space ship before."
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"That's fine. I'm stronger than I look." His tone has an edge of jocular self-deprecation, an edge that's curbed quite abruptly as she proceeds to build the cart. Whatever these nanobots are, they're way more advanced than even the theoretical implementation of them back home.
"Space ships are pretty much all the same. You've seen one, well." He lifts one shoulder in a shrug.
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"I would believe it," she said about his strength, even as she still looked at the space ship. Just because seeing one meant you had seen them all didn't make seeing the first one any less fascinating. She ducked down a bit, peering at it from another angle before she started climbing over a nearby pile of junk to see if she could see it from the top.
"So they all look like this?" She called down towards him.
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Mostly, he's been on flavourless military transports. Spartans may be Navy, but they aren't really built to be on ships. For one thing, they have an alarming tendency to smack themselves (not speaking from personal experience, at all) on bulkheads that aren't built to accommodate people over about five and a half feet with any degree of comfort.
"I mean, the general design is more or less the same. They all gotta fly, be fairly aerodynamic, et cetera. Best to isolate the engines away from wherever the personnel or passengers are going to be, in case of a blowout. The rest is mostly up to aesthetics and personal preference."
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She finally reached the top of the pile of scrap, balancing unsteadily on what might have once been a toaster oven as she looked up at the space ship. Huh. It wasn't as exciting as she had hoped...but it was still exciting.
"If I cut the glass frames out, can you catch them?" She had no idea if they'd shatter from falling...wouldn't they have to be stronger than that?
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