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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by BondyMilk:
6/21/2017 6:14:02 PM
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"Oh I thought you'd never ask! Or in this case, order." Cylus says with a chuckle. "I have to show you this."
Walking over to a nearby table, he reaches onto his neck and and removes a thick metal collar from his suit. He places it on the table and looks at Marker with a smile.
"Ever since Carly got me thinking about my microtech, I decided to test out a couple of designs. This thing took me countless sleepless nights to figure out. And I think I've gotten it just right this time." he said. "Allow me."
He places the collar back onto his neck, narrating as he moved. "I've been working on some upgrades for my suit, and they're come along pretty well. First, I installed a thin skeleton into the base of it, making it more durable while enhancing my strength and what not." he says, knocking on his chest. "At the base of my neck is a group of micro bots attached to the skeleton. Not unlike those in my grapples, these have been programmed to form a structure, although it is something much different."
Pressing a button on the back of the collar, Cylus' face lit up as a very faint hum was heard. The movement of microscopic robots was heard, and then out if nowhere, a structure began unfolding at the base of Cylus' skull.
"Amazing isn't it!" he said. Within seconds, a full metal helmet had formed around Cylus' head, seemingly out of nowhere. The design was more complex than his previous one, as it had more features such as lenses and sensors, all with a matte black finish.
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"Well shit..." Marker said, Clapping and nodding in approval "That's some nice tech you got there. Impressive."
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"Thanks. Again, a shit ton of sleepless nights. It's kind of like a 3D printer... On my head." Cylus says. "And I know he'll get mad if he doesn't get the credit, but I owe most of it to Q." [quote]*That's right! What would you do without me?* Q says[/quote] "As for the mission, I think a few suppressors may come in handy." Cylus says, pulling out one of his handguns. "Mk 23's, .45 USP. Never go anywhere without them. I had 'em custom built, just to my liking." he says admiringly.
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"Right there." Marker pointed towards a table "Should have a few suppressors on it."
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"Thanks."Cylus said as he walked over to the table. Picking up to suppressors, he slipped them into his belt before reholstering his pistol. "That should be it then, saying it's just a recon. But if it does go south, I'm still prepared." he said
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Marker nodded. "Get comfortable. FTL will take us about 10-15 minutes."
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"Will do." Cylus says, stretching his arms. He sits down, reveals the console his wrist, and once again begins playing Pac-Man.
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"What is it with you and Pacman?" Marker asked with a laugh, glancing at the data pad
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"It's a fun game." Cylus comments, his eyes still on the screen. "Respect to the classics."
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"Respect to the classics indeed. Are you really just going to stand in the armoury though? Not gonna a get a comfortable?" Marker asked.
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"Uh, where should I go then?" Cylus asks. He pauses his game to look up at Marker
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"You don't have to get up. I'm just asking, because there's the wreck room and cafeteria with actual seating."
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"Eh, that sounds fine. Nothing wrong with a nice chair."
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"I'll show you to the mess hall than." Marker motioned for Cylus to follow as he left the armoury
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Cylus hopped to his feet, hurrying to catch up to Marker. "How big is this place anyways?" he asks
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"Big enough to sustain three hundred people." Marker said with a chuckle as he walked
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"Oh." Cylus says as they walked. "That's quite a lot."
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"In aspects of size, there are numerous other militarys that can fit up to 800 people on simple Frigates such as this"
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"Hrm. That's quite interesting" Cylus says, imagining the great vessel. "It's like a space helicarrier."
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"Similar, yes." Marker said as the two entered a large mess hall. Rows and rows of tables and seats were throughout the room, with the smell of cooking coming from the back
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"Cozy... For a giant military space station." Cylus says. He sits at the nearest table and removes the pad from his wrist, placing it down. After pressing a few buttons, a holographic screen pops up, showing his current level of Pac-Man. Using the pad as a digital joystick, he resumed playing.
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"Enjoy." Marker said before leaving the mess. ----11 Minutes Later----- The ship lurched backwards, coming to a halt as it exited FTL the data pad slid across the cafeteria table, but stopped before it reached the edge. They'd arrived
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"OooOpH." Cylus said awkwardly. The sound of Pac-Man getting eaten was heard, and he grunted. "Damn. I can never beat my high score!" he mumbles. Standing up, he exits the mess hall and retraces his steps to the room where they had first landed and seen the Reapers
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He found his way to the hangar, and he saw four or five different dropships being loaded up, Marker was briefing a good 20 or so men.
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Cylus made his way to the back of the crowd and listened quietly.
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".... As a result of this we'll be having three different drop off points." "Squad A will be with Commander Gates, and they'll be dropped off at the landing pads that lead to the main doors of the outpost. If the doors don't open, blow your way in." "Squad B will be my squad, we'll be dropped off on the roof of the Outpost and we'll make our way in from there." "Squad C will be dropped off on the outskirts of the base, led By Sargeant Aidan." "Dismissed." The troops got up and scattered, going to their respective shuttles "Cylus, come here for a moment." Marker waved Cylus over, and looked at him "What squad would you like to take part in?" [spoiler]-Join Squad A -Join Squad B -Join Squad C[/spoiler]
