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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/19/2017 11:45:21 PM
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The soldier stopped, turning to face Nat. It was oddly terrifying, to say the least. She then backtracked, standing near Nat again, blocking the sun as Amanda stared down at Nat through the safety of her helmet's visor.
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[i]"You really like to take things literally," Nat remarked to the woman. She was feeling a good bit of terror at the sight of her, although she kept her joking attitude about her, since most people preferred that to a person who acted visibly frightened. [/i]
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Amanda let out a satisfied huff then, reaching up to pull her helmet off. Once she did, it was a surprise to see a ginger haired, fair looking woman, instead of a battle hardened veteran. Most likely a helmet did people wonders. "I do at times, yeah." She grinned then, flashing a white smile at Nat.
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[i]Why was every attractive woman a strange one that fights, Nat thought to herself. First it was Isabella with her purple hair, then Rose the bandit, and now a ginger in armour? She found it kinda funny, to say the least. "So, let me guess - Space girl looking to get a change of pace in a sword-and-board camp?" [/i]
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"Nope, space girl here to discuss trade relations with the camp's leaders." Amanda clipped her helmet to her belt then, putting a hand to her hip and leaning to that side.
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[i]"Right, I forgot this place does boring stuff like trade deals more than fun stuff." [/i]
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"Well, there could be fun things. I'm afraid I'll have to pass on most of them though."
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[i]"I'm going to guess that's because they hopped you up on some fun hating drug?" [/i]
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"No, its called I would win at a lot of contests and challenges."
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[i]"Who says fun had to be like that? You can just like, I dunno, go around town and throw things at other things." [/i]
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Amanda snorted then, laughing. "True, I could do that."
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[i]"Yeah. With your height it shouldn't be too hard." [/i]
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"I mean my height can do a great many of things. Such as attract attention, and block out the sun."
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[i]"That's right. Makes one hell of a conversation starter." [/i]
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"It also helps me reach things on the top shelf, as well. I could go on, but that takes effort." She shrugged then, grinning again.
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[i]"Riiight, because eight foot tall gingers don't need to put effort into lugging around that armour." [/i]
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"Seven foot, and no I don't actually. Its all supported by an exosuit."
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[i]"But wouldn't it weigh a little bit on the exo?" [/i]
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"Powered armor, it moves with me, I don't move it."
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[i]"How the hell does that work?" [/i]
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"Fusion powered cells in the armor."
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[i]"I know, but how does it predict your movements if your helmet is off? I can understand it reading your brainwaves or something with the technology on this strange ass planet, but wouldn't you need a helmet on for that?" [/i]
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"No, no. Implant in my neck does that, connects to my brain and sends signals as if it where another set of muscles. So, say I move my arm, the suit reads that command as well and moves with my arm. Its a lot of confusing science-y bullshit."
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[i]"Oh, I guess that makes sense. What happens if you have a seizure or something?" [/i]
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"Well, I don't want to find out. Lets keep it that way." In truth, Amanda had seen what happened before. It wasn't pleasant.
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[i]"Aight." [/i]
