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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/25/2017 1:13:39 AM
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[spoiler]Cool.[/spoiler]
"Us? We either recover the bodies and bring 'me home as we usually do...or in a case like this..." she replies, pointing to wherever the corpses used to be. "We leave them. No point to get them if they're...all lost and all. More because of them being so disfigured to the extent that we don't know who they are anymore." She replied.
The ship veered itself over to a massive hull breach, stuff such as equipment, weapons, and even a few experimental weapons.
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"Leaving them's a bad idea. Lot of the stuff I've dealt with is slightly reality bending. Tend to show up uninvited in cites. Bad news." Mechanist jumped out of the shuttle into the breach, using the metal plumage on his arms to latch onto the remains of the hull. In his wake were several purification grenades that burned up the bodies between the shuttle and him. Gears between his armor plates spun rapidly, emitting light. Silisa heard a distorted version of the Mechanist's voice, despite the lack of atmosphere. "Hey-Can-Biotic-Fields-Carry-Sound?"
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"I believe so. I can hear you, right?" She says. All across the walls of the non-pressurized areas were human and unknown corpses sticking to the walls, roof, ground, and even some jagged pieces of metal aboard the ship. It looked like a clusterf***.
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Mechanist took a closer look at one of the unfamiliar corpses. The glowing gears across his body spun again. "Look-at-this-one. Never-seen-anything-like-it."
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It happened to be some sort of robotic body, with its limbs torn apart. Whatever was on this ship wanted any living thing dead...whether it was organic or synthetic. "Last time I checked, the Alliance managed to try to build synthetic humans; Division 9, Alenko told me. Told me when no-one was around." The Asari had said, floating next to her with an oxygen mask on.
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"Synth-human-huh? We-had-something-like-that. Tank-builts. Most-of-them-were-a-bust. Project-Steel-got some-results-back-in-the-Twenty-Five-Twenties. Those-guys-are-long-dead-though. We-got-project-Forlorn,-stuffed-the-growers-with-tech. Don't-like-the-idea-of-entirely-synthetic-replacement. Mass-produced-warriors." Mechanist taped a purification grenade to the imitate-human, pushing it into space while pulling the pin. "Tell-the-pilot-to-keep-his-distance. And-circle-regularly."
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"I'll make sure that happens." She had said, as the Kodiak ends up leaving from their sight. "Mechanist, sir. There should be a door up ahead that leads to the labs. Should maybe give you guys some answers to what happened. Unidentified lifeforms are beyond the lab doors. Lockdown reasons. They're all hostile, according to Chakwas." The pilot had said. "I'll check for any more signs within the next 5 minutes or so. You need backup, we'll send it to you." He had said.
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"Now-that-Ithink-about-it, Forlorn-troopers-are-very-mass-produced, we-used-them-when-traditional-warfare-was-unrewarding. Get-ready. Purifier-grenades-only work-if-the-target's-down. Gotta-do-this-fast-and-quick, and-if-you-get-any-stuff-on-you, biotic-it-off." Grabbing another type of grenade off his body, Mechanist pulled the pin, then threw it at the door. Apparently a multistage shaped charge, it blew through the door, and definitely would do damage to anything immediately on the other side.
