Test Drive [quite open]

Jun 05, 2010 23:50

Once things had settled down somewhat from the pod pop, once she had been assigned to a cabin and once she'd had a few days to relax and shove all her sudden anxieties about the world ending to somewhere else in the back of her mind, Sylia took her hardsuit for a test drive around the many vast hallways of the ship. The digital readouts had one ( Read more... )

!location: engineering, sylia stingray, deunan knute

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eswat_109 June 6 2010, 19:48:15 UTC
Deunan was in search of a screwdriver small enough to adjust the sights on a pistol, since her kit was in her landmate and certain unreasonable computers wouldn't let her have nine-foot power armor aboard ship. One wouldn't have thought finding a screwdriver would be a problem, but most of the tools seemed to be nuclear or laser or sonic or quantum or whatever, and she really just wanted something that was a notched piece of steel with a grip.

Oh, hey. A woman in a datasuit, doing some kind of repairs on a set of power armor. It looked beefier than her own Garthim, but a lot lighter than a landmate.

"Hi," Deunan said.

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silky_doll June 6 2010, 20:55:38 UTC
"Hello," Sylia said pleasantly over her shoulder. She stopped her work and turned around to smile at the new arrival. "Are you one of the engineers here? I haven't actually seen anyone from the department yet."

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eswat_109 June 6 2010, 21:06:19 UTC
"No, I'm just looking for a screwdriver. My stuff's locked up in Special Weapons." Deunan rolled her eyes.

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silky_doll June 6 2010, 21:37:21 UTC
"Ah. Well, good luck finding anything that looks like one," she replied a bit teasingly. "I don't recognize any of these tools and I'm probably using most of them wrong. But you have to take what you can get, I suppose."

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eswat_109 June 7 2010, 04:56:32 UTC
"Am I supposed to fix my sights by willing them into line?" she grumbled. If so, it was a problem because Deunan and willpower barely had a nodding acquaintance.

She started pawing through the tools. "I'm Deunan Knute, by the way. Nice armor."

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silky_doll June 7 2010, 05:10:27 UTC
"I've been finding something shaped like what I need and using it, personally."

She looked over her shoulder again and smiled. "Sylia Stingray. Thank you very much."

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eswat_109 June 7 2010, 05:18:55 UTC
There was a bweeee noise and a flash of light as Deunan found (and turned on) something promising that proved not to be a screwdriver, and then a clatter as she tossed it back where it came from.

"What's it for?" she asked. Deunan was wondering what combat niche something too big for personal armor and too small for a landmate filled.

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silky_doll June 7 2010, 05:38:41 UTC
"Rogue Boomers," Sylia answered. The term seemed unfamiliar to most of the people here, so she elaborated. "Bio-organic robots with artificial intelligence. They have a tendency to break and mutate, so hardsuits are designed to wear in combat against them."

She tapped her helmet. "Though they're all custom built. The police doesn't have anything like them."

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eswat_109 June 7 2010, 05:52:44 UTC
"Yeah, AI can be unpredictable," Deunan agreed, pointing at the ceiling to indicate Stacy. "Our central planning computer almost destroyed the city once because it interpreted its directives too rigidly." She shrugged. "Better than not having it, though."

She stopped her search for a screwdriver and leaned in over Sylia's hardsuit. "Civilian? You with a PMC*?" Deunan eyed her with a hint of suspicion. It didn't really matter here, but Deunan was a cop, and didn't trust guns for hire.

*Private Military Corporation, aka mercenaries.

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silky_doll June 7 2010, 06:13:20 UTC
Sylia might argue about the whole AI thing, but managed to keep from saying anything to suggest as much. Instead, she focused on Deunan's second question.

"A PMC? Goodness, no," Sylia almost laughed. "I am a civilian, yes, but I would best describe my organization as a privately funded community service."

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eswat_109 June 7 2010, 06:22:56 UTC
Deunan trusted vigilantes even less. At least mercs were predictable. "Yeah, okay." She grimaced. "Doesn't matter here, I guess."

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silky_doll June 7 2010, 06:31:22 UTC
Ah. She must be law enforcement. Sylia smiled a bit sympathetically. There really was no need to worry about it here, but it might put her more at ease to know the facts.

"I pay and train women to wear my suits and destroy rogue Boomers that the police can't deal with, to keep them from hurting innocent people. That's all," she assured her. "I'm hardly an anarchist."

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