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Post by Penny Royals on May 8, 2014 5:40:12 GMT -8
Ryan's heart was pounding when he woke up. He wasn't even totally sure where he was at first, clinging to the stuffed whale and tangled up in blankets, but then what memories he had came flooding back. He remembered vague images of Zeph and him soaring through the air, their bikes massive machines coasting down to the truck, where they fought the occupants; after that, everything got blurrier - the car crash, Lucy's body being thrown back into the road, Brian telling him they had won... and the strange figure who had been coming towards them before his world slipped away the previous night.
He heard voices coming out of the room, and groggily pushed himself up, going to find them. He was still in his bright red jumpsuit, which DID make very comfortable pajamas.
He found Ben and Tick Tock in the kitchen, and leaned against the doorway to survey what was going on for a moment before joining Ben at the table.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked after a few seconds when he recalled what had happened with Ben the previous morning.
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Post by lovely corte on May 8, 2014 5:53:31 GMT -8
"I should be asking you that." Ben replied, turning his head to look at the boy in the bright red jumpsuit, head cocked to one side inquisitively. He tossed the boy a blueberry pancake, before ripping into his own. "I heard what happened."
Sinking for a second, he turned away from Ryan, suddenly preoccupied with his pancakes.
"And Lucy." He muttered, ripping into another pancake with a lot more force than he probably intended. "We should check on Lyra, see if she's awake."
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Post by Penny Royals on May 8, 2014 5:55:28 GMT -8
He was able to catch the pancake, setting it down onto a plate and going about breakfast while listening to Ben. He nodded.
"We should. It was... scary, last night. What all do you know?"
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Post by JW% on May 8, 2014 14:29:19 GMT -8
"Don't know for sure." Brian admitted, glancing over at Lyra when she spoke. He still had a habit of turning his head in the general direction of sounds, even though it really didn't help him. His eyes were blindfolded with padding still. "They were really wasted when they got back, but I don't think any of them were as bad off as you."
He stepped over to her table and started touching the bed gingerly, first touching her belly, still wearing the under sheath and her armor plates were still covering her as well. Finally he found the cuff on her arm and started working the screws holding it in place so she could get up. "They're all up having breakfast, I'll help you walk there."
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"Good morning Master Miles." Ticktock said with a lift of his brass hat. His other arm works mechanically to stir the eggs that were cooking. "Mistress Harrison should be fully recovered by now, she will likely be quite hungry when she shows up. She used a lot of energy last night. As did Master Stark and Mistress Jackson." The automaton lifted his hat again to Ryan.
"Do any of you want something to drink?" Ticktock asked, his mechanical mustache curling as he spoke, and his jeweled eyes blinking with brass shutters. "I have a pot of hot water on, and I have also been informed by the Great and Powerful that I should make a fruit drink for you, if you request." It would be a strawberry/banana milkshake from powdered protein concentrate, they still needed to go shopping.
Off to the side the holographic displays they used for training blinked to life. Oz apparently was working on the programming for their debriefing.
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"Ooma Trivs... oh ooma Trivs... hey, Trivian!" The cat's voice tried to reach her from the front of the motorhome, where it was sitting on a shelf as a speaker, while she was in the back in bed. The AI considered tactics and then shifted it's tone. "Trivia Archeron! Get up this moment young lady!"
A pot of water on the stove was just starting to whistle, but it apparently was the extent of how much control the motorhomes AI had to prepare her breakfast.
"You've got debriefing, training, and a mission today. Up and at 'em. Growing little girls need their breakfast!"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 8, 2014 15:32:46 GMT -8
Lyra smiled at him "Well I am pretty hungry" she said. She scooted herself off the bed, feeling a bit woozy and grasping at Brian's shoulder for balance.
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Post by JW% on May 8, 2014 19:22:39 GMT -8
Brian steadied her. "Oz said you'd be a little dizzy, maybe even have a headache. He said that would pass once you got some food and drink in you. What'd you do anyway?"
Brian apparently had the hallways memorized, because he set off to take her back to the main room, where Ryan and Ben were talking and eating, without any hesitation. He occasionally slowed down when he felt her lagging behind and walking unsteadily. Which meant that by the time they arrived he was holding one of her hands, while her other was on his shoulder.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 9, 2014 0:51:26 GMT -8
"I...Electtricity came from my body" she responded, woozily.
She felt a little embarrased as she had to depend on him to walk
She saw Ryan and Ben and smiled, "Hi guys...oh my god that smells SO GOOD." she said as she smelled their breakfast.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on May 9, 2014 11:15:37 GMT -8
"Not that little..." Trivia grumbled as she got up from the bed and went to the motorhome's kitchenette to eat her breakfast, not even hesitating in taking the kettle and serving herself a cup of tea before looking around for something to make.
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Post by JW% on May 9, 2014 14:41:12 GMT -8
Brian didn't know what to make of Lyra's statement. "Uh... how does one just shoot electricity from their body? Like... lightning from your eyes or something?"
"Through her daggers actually." Austin said coming into the room blinking blurry eyes. "Pancakes?"
"With eggs." Ticktock said, serving the scrambled eggs. The robot was getting better at preparing these foods at least. "Also your choice of fruit drink, coffee, tea, or hot cocoa."
"Fruit drink?" Brian asked, and there was a whirring as Ticktock worked the blender before giving him a tall glass of strawberry flavored milk sludge. Brian figured this was better than having Ben try to feed him when he couldn't find where on his plate his pancake or eggs were, and drink his protein shake.
After a little while, giving Zeph plenty of time to join them for breakfast, Oz appeared behind the wall sized aquarium.
"How is everyone feeling this morning?" Oz rumbled.
"Hurting." Austin admitted with probably more cheer than he should. "Feels like I got into a boxing match with a truck." His bruises were as bad as Brians had been, though Zeph and Ryan weren't exactly without their own sore spots. He raised his mug of steaming chocolate and glanced at Ryan and Zeph. "Didn't get a chance to ask, how was the motorcycle trick? Awesome, right? And you guys didn't end up in the police station afterwards like I did."
"For the moment," Oz instructed, "That you refrain from using that feature of your transports unless it's another dire emergency. Your bodies are not ready for that kind of strain yet."
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"Oh shush ooma, you still need to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Do try to make it a little more jang than just tea and instant oatmeal." Which would have been the easiest for her to make, though there were MREs available still, including one that proudly claimed to be a Spanish Omelet with a Rasberry Muffin. "I was just informed of a brand new way you burn calories and we've got a mission that needs mishing."
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Post by lovely corte on May 15, 2014 3:05:38 GMT -8
"I know Lyra got hurt." Ben muttered, just barely loud enough for the boy in the red jumpsuit to hear him. He pulled a pancake free from the stack on his plate, tearing it to pieces. "And I know that Lucy nearly got taken by those fucks."
"I should have been there." He finished. His sour expression softened as he looked up, spotting the approaching girl, a smile creeping up on his face. He slid his breakfast over one space, slapping the chair next to him excitedly. "Hey! You're awake! Come over here, let me see your scars, warrior!"
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Post by Penny Royals on May 15, 2014 5:33:12 GMT -8
Ryan sighed, and looked up as Lyra came in.
"How are you feeling?" He asked. "Any better, I hope?"
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Post by JW% on May 15, 2014 14:48:50 GMT -8
Oz watched the scene from through the fishtank and past the play area, and to the kitchenette and couch. From that distance he shouldn't have been able to hear any of them that well, but then again, if he had speakers build throughout the complex, he probably had microphones as well.
"Self recriminations are counter productive Mister Miles." He rumbled before addressing them all in a more authoritative directness.
"Yes, Miss Harrison, your night in the medical bay has given me enough reason to pass you as having a clean bill of health. You were likely less physically injured in the fight than Mister Lee or Miss Jackson." They wouldn't have scars, just bruises from being knocked around. "But I would like to hear how you are feeling yourself, before I jump to conclusions and attempt to explain what happened to you last night."
"In addition, I'd like to inform all of you that the mission was a resounding success. Krylov actually survived the motorist accident. He is currently being held, under police guard, at the hospital, suffering not just from his wounds, but also advanced stages of the plague, likely from contact with so many plague bodies. The police have found the corpse stealing ring and arrested several more suspects that Krylov was working with, and Miss Grace's body has been returned to the mortuary, with her service to be held this afternoon. If any of you would like to attend, Ticktock can fit you with suitable clothing. The grounding on both Mister Miles and Mister Lee is lifted, and after breakfast and debriefing all of you are free to do as you wish today. With one minor exception."
"I was grounded?" Austin asked, his mouth full of pancakes.
"You were recalled from the field and not allowed to return." Oz said in a tone that implied a shrug. "It counts. I hope both of you learned a lesson from this."
"What's the exception?" Brian asked.
"There is a voluntary mission I would have you go on." Oz intoned with gravitas. "I will leave it to you to elect your leader for this mission. They will then need to make a shopping list and pick up groceries."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 15, 2014 14:57:04 GMT -8
"I feel just fine Oz" Lyra responded as she began digging into her food. She was certainly eating the way she usually did, quite messily. "My head hurts a little, but I'm sure its nothing."
She listened to Oz's explination, "I'm so happy it turned out okay" she said, "I thought I messed everything up!"
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Post by JW% on May 15, 2014 23:20:32 GMT -8
"The headache should be gone with proper food and drink." Oz noted. "You drained a massive amount of your bodies bio-energy. The results are similar to having unhealthily low blood sugar. You were on intravenous drips through the night to return you to stable, and it seems to have worked."
"As for how you did what you did, I have a theory." Oz said, and called up the holographic images. It was a neutral human figure, neither gender in the vitruvian man position. "I really should have noticed this sooner and warned you that this could happen. This was an oversight on my part. But before I digress further, this image is meant to represent the normal abilities, as they were intended to express themselves."
"First of all, your summoning of your first protective layer." Oz continued and the image started to develop a grey coating over it, as though mold was growing on it. A section of the hand zoomed in incredibly tight and the wall of the back of the hand showed the pores opening and leaking a tiny amount of the grey material out. The little particles of liquid linked up and created the fabric of the suits, then snapped rigid as some kind of soft glow swept over them. "Your entire suit is designed to first extrude itself, then link together, and then become charged with the chromoelectric field to be far more protective than the material would be alone."
Now armor plates extended out and then collapsed back into place with the second stage. "That field further enhances the more solid parts of your attire and bonding them together, adding to it's durability at the cost of your own stamina."
"Huh, so that chromia forcefield thingy let's us bond with anything?" Brian asked.
"Within reason, yes." Oz said. "While I didn't intend it to be used as you did to temporarily bond with surfaces for climbing, that is the cause of your ability to do so."
"We're all Spider-Man." Austin nodded sagely.
"More importantly your weapons were intended to bond with your armor." Oz noted, and the image showed the neutral figure grasping a baton. The zoomed in image showed the soft glow now transferred to the baton as well. "The intent was to grant your weapons greater durability for combat purposes. This will even enhance the weapon for a short time after it is no longer in contact with the power source, that is your bodies, granting it more durability and cutting power if propelled."
"So Ben's gun is armor piercing?"
"Mister Miles weapon can be, if he learns how to focus himself, yes." Oz agreed with a nod from behind the aquarium, his prim features wreathed in flame as always. The display showed the baton shattering and then coming back together again, with the zoom in showing that it was only the glow holding it. "In addition, you might find that, should your weapons be broken, you can, at least temporarily, hold them together by concentrating. I would not, however, consider this a particularly valid use of your energies, as this field is generated from your bodies and as such the more use of it will tax your stamina."
"So, no point in bandaging it, since the bandages didn't keep it together in the first place." Brian pointed out. He leaned with his fist on his chin as he sat on the edge of the couch.
"Indeed, quite so." Oz nodded. "But as you know, this energy is routed through your nervous system, that means that it is also routed through your brains." The image went transparent to show the nervous system and the brainstem. "Intense brain activity is often caused by emotions, and can lead to you channeling more of your bodies energies into your abilities." The image split into multiple versions of the figure, filling the practice. "But more to the point, your first attempt to utilize any of these abilities, and if I'm not mistaken each subsequent utilization of them, your emotions were highly charged. Usually by pain."
"You could say that." Brian noted with a dry tone.
"Which means that rather than the neutral status of calmly focusing your mind, perhaps through verbal and somantic aids, each of you triggers a more stressed process. Observe."
Each of the figures went through the same transformation, but this time instead of the slow even growing of their body stocking, it was a rapid waves rippling through the body, and instead of the nearly invisible glow, the energy released itself in a manner of different ways. The figure with a red suit igniting into a thin fast moving wave of flame, or the figure in yellow having electrical arcs for example.
The transformations took easily half the time.
"Uh..." Brian asked as everyone else watched the silent display of what their transformations looked like from the outside. "... Of course, yes, I see clearly what you're getting at." He then waved his hand in front of his face as though to remind everyone he was still blindfolded.
"Each of you seems to have developed your own... manifestation... of the bio-energy." Oz said. "It is really fascinating. In theory you should all have the exact same processes, but each of your minds works differently, so you each favor one expression of your abilities. For example, Miss Harrison seems to favor manifesting electrical energy fields. Mister Stark favors flames, and so forth. I would encourage each of you to study your own path and attempt to master what this means, but to also help each other. If Lyra could express what she was experiencing when she charged her daggers not with the standard chromoelectric field but instead an ionized static field, perhaps she could teach the rest of you how to channel in a similar manner."
"Hey, Ryan's fire, Lyra's lightning, what does mine look like?" Brian asked curiously.
"Bishonen sparkles." Austin deadpanned, aptly describing the visual. Brian turned to face him with a scowl.
"Fine, you don't have to tell me." Brian snapped crossing his arms.
"The main issue that I can foresee," Oz continued blithely despite the two boys antics, "Is that you are still trying to get a handle on the basics, learning how to focus your mind and channel your energy. Triggering neural pathways in a way that are being hijacked for a purpose you're unfamiliar with, and tapping batteries that are not fully charged." Each of the figures in each of the colors of the team showed a glowing point on their collarbone and forehead. The glowing point was brighter on the 'neutral' figure, implying it had more power, either because it wasn't using it as much, or because it was relaxed and fully charged, something the others had not had time to do. "Do not try to push yourself to hard. These triggers are psychosomatic at their core, and you could just as easily injure yourself pushing these mental limits as you could pulling a muscle in more physical exercises. More easily even, given your augmented musculatures."
Oz seemed to sigh and finish his lecture. "So please, take this slow. You have other training to see to before you start attempting something this advanced. Are there any questions?"
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2014 6:56:29 GMT -8
"Shut the fuck up." Ben murmured quietly to himself once Oz spoke up, pinching the ridge of his nose before he shoved the plate away, pivoting on his chair to face the demonstration. "Getting real sick of this shit right now. Real sick."
"That rifle is almost a fifty caliber." Ben interjected. "Find me anything living that can take a round from that and get back up. They use those things to hunt tanks."
Occasionally shoving a pancake into his mouth as he listened, he swallowed the last mouth full before he spoke up.
"So... whatever color we were was whatever power we had?" He asked. "I mean, so far, red is fire, yellow is electricity. That's a bit... cliche, isn't it? Like... real cartoon shit, man. What? I'm probably water or some shit."
"Am I supposed to fire hose a fucking zombie?" He continued. "Sure, it's not as lethal, but everything we've done is either hand out food to the poor or fuck shit up."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 17, 2014 15:53:14 GMT -8
'Wait that electricity came from me?" Lyra said confused, "I thought it was my suit malfunctioning."
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Post by JW% on May 17, 2014 22:48:05 GMT -8
"Your gun is fifty caliber?" Austin asked, not knowing what that really meant in the first place. He'd also forgotten that Ben had been using multiple shots to the head in order to take down a single zombie in their first fight. He hadn't missed that Ben had said to shut up, but nobody here apparently was going to listen to Ben when he said that.
"Somewhat less, but Mister Miles did say 'almost', so his statement is accurate." Oz noted. He'd know, he was supplying the ammunition, and while Ben had picked an assault rifle, it was not using heavy machine gun ammunition. "But hunting tanks might become necessary. Hunting battleships might even. I do not like to discount the possible. As for your abilities, I hypothesize that it is tied to your personality. Mister Stark favored the color red, and something in his mind also favors fire. The two are no directly tied, but rather both chosen by the same agent. Rather than the baseline telekinetic ability, he seems to have pyrokinetics. Nobody else on the team approached the red chamber when it was offered, and nobody else that I know of has demonstrated a flame affinity, despite the fact that you should all be able to do the same thing. That you fixated on water as for what your choice of 'blue' means to you points towards it likely being your ability, but you haven't demonstrated any such thing. You could just as easily have control of sonic vibrations, or something else entirely, the form things take is apparently dictated by your mind, conscious or otherwise, and the only hint we have is what you have already displayed, which is a vague clue at best. I don't know what... pond ripples... could actually mean." Oz frowned considering. "For that matter I can't foresee how a 'water rifle' would work, or even what 'water energy' would be." He finally admitted before moving on.
"As for where the electricity 'came from', Miss Harrison, or if your suit was actually malfunctioning or not... it is a matter of perspective." Oz said, somewhat more softly so as to reassure Lyra. "The suit was working as it was intended, channeling the energy from your body, both being generated by you and stored within the batteries implanted in you, into a different form. Instead picture it in your mind as..." He paused a moment again to consider a metaphor.
"I do not sparkle." Brian grumbled under his breath.
"You so do." Austin whispered over to him far too loudly.
"A pen." Oz finally said, ignoring their talking. "Miss Harrison, imagine that I gave you a pen because I thought you could write a poem. Instead, because I never told you to write, you drew a beautiful picture for us all. Is the pen malfunctioning? Did the picture come from the pen, or from you?"
"Can you teach the rest of us how to draw?" Austin couldn't help himself it seemed.
"What I gave you was the augmentations and gear with the intention that you would be a symbol of hope for the world, a sign that the plague and any other threats that might be out there, could be overcome. What you did was you took what was given to you, and used it to save your teammates. While you did not do as I intended, you most certainly did the right thing. For your courage to do that, you should be proud."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on May 19, 2014 9:55:54 GMT -8
"First of all, I'd like an explanation of what all that slang means and in what context the words can be used. Second, you can brief me in using English I'm familiar with, please."
There was a pause as she peeked into the fridge.
"We should probably get groceries at some point. It'd be nice to eat something that looks the way it's supposed to." She said, closing the fridge before moving to the stove to check on the tea and then take out the Spanish Omelet MRE.
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Post by JW% on May 19, 2014 20:45:48 GMT -8
"Fine, fine ooma Trivs..." The cats tone shifted from the slightly petulant but playful tone into a more precise and mechanical one. "Accessing glossary of Jang terminology and slang. Basic definitions. Attlevey, a general greeting implying positive energy being transmitted and expected in turn. Dalika, an heated disagreement with potential violence implied but not necessarily occurring. Derisann, visually enjoyable or beautiful in a cerebral manner. Droad, a state of being when one builds excessive nervous energy with no outlet until the point that it begins to alter ones mindset. Drumdik, adjective referring to unpleasantness and the expression of negative emotional considerations. Farathoom, invective citing religious and sexual taboos. Groshing, adjective implying a positive impression of wealth or taste. Insumatt, an extreme accomplishment, record breaking. Onk, a mild statement of annoyance and negative emotions related to obstacles. Ooma, term of address implying a favorable and familiar relationship. Selt, following the implications of limited intuitive facilities, generally considered a positive quality in an opponent. Soolka, both adjective and noun relating to ones proper grooming in a manner of traditional, the antithesis to being Jang. Tosky, the state of being or one who tends to be emotionally unstable or unusually anxious. Zaradann, pertaining to something senseless or lacking in sanity."
"Is that suitable?" The cat said going back to petulant. "As for the briefing, a recent extended perimeter scan of this complexes local geography has revealed... well, look at the pretty pictures." A map came up on the monitor above the sink, space was at a bit of a premium aboard the motorhome after all and this was one of the few places that a monitor could be installed. The map showed the plateau that the command center was in, along with the surrounding desert. Extending out all the way to the point where the plague corpse disposal area was.
To the north was a blinking site. It was beside an old, no longer used very much and rather torn up and sand washed. Once the motor home's AI figure that the route and distance was conveyed it zoomed in, showing points that implied recent activity in the area. Some tire tracks in the sand and on the road, some strange thermal readings over the night, at least one of those confirmed as an air vent from something underground. Likely a rather large facility.
In addition, the map now marked a number of points of 'animal sign'.
This was a back tracing of the creature that attacked thew gated community. The one that had injured Ben so badly. Nothing conclusive unfortunately, the trail was easily lost in the miles that separated this point from where the creature had been spotted, and with no proof of a connection between that creature and the 'sign' that had been spotted, or in many cases had been interpreted as being spotted from airborne recon with imaging equipment not intended for this kind of search. But it was a lead, and the known statistics of the creature came up in a side bar, just so Trivia wouldn't be caught unawares.
"This is meant to be a recon mission only." The voice told her. "The Great and Powerful does not have well trained eyes on the scene, and he needs you to check, to see if it's worth committing the rest of the forces."
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Post by Penny Royals on May 31, 2014 21:44:46 GMT -8
"This is all really difficult to wrap our heads around right now, I think," The boy in red piped up. "So, we all have 'powers' sorta, and we can channel them through our suits and weapons and stuff? So Lyra's suit wasn't malfunctioning, and she'll be okay?"
He still wasn't sure how he or Zeph had gotten home, and he wanted that answered, but at the moment, this took some precedence.
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Post by JW% on May 31, 2014 21:53:46 GMT -8
"Yes, that is a suitable, if simplified, summary." Oz agreed with Ryan. "Try not to strain yourself however. Miss Harrison exhausted herself utilizing your power the first time. Do not hurt yourselves."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on May 31, 2014 21:56:49 GMT -8
"Okay. Should I go in on my own or driving?" Trivia inquired as she started on her breakfast, eating as fast as she could manage with occasional gulps of tea.
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Post by JW% on May 31, 2014 22:00:48 GMT -8
"Oh, Ooma," The Cat purred. "It's not that far, and I'll be right in your ear if you need me. You could use your motorcycle if you'd prefer." There was a dark grey motorcycle, an offroad version rather than the utility the others used, strapped to the back of the mobile base for her use in short trips.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on May 31, 2014 22:07:42 GMT -8
"I might take the motorcycle. How long would it take to get there by walking?"
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Post by JW% on May 31, 2014 22:31:25 GMT -8
The map came up on the screen again, showing her the distance.
"Ah... walking..." The cat paused, as though running calculations. "Six hours? Assuming you walked at a normal pace and did not utilize your augmented physique in any way." She could probably run it just as fast as the motorcycle could take her there, excluding exhaustion from the effort of course.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jun 1, 2014 11:02:22 GMT -8
The possibility occurred to her but she disregarded it. "I'll take the bike then stash it somewhere; it might attract less notice than me running at top speed."
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Post by JW% on Jun 1, 2014 14:08:16 GMT -8
"Ooh! Ooh!" The Cat sounded excited. "A possible cover could be that you're an off road enthusiast, thus you're just out in the wilderness driving your motorcycle. You wouldn't need to stash it unless you find a cave or something to explore."
There was a pause.
"You... do know how to drive a motorcycle, right?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jun 1, 2014 14:43:49 GMT -8
"I have a driver's permit."
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Post by JW% on Jun 1, 2014 21:08:21 GMT -8
"'cycles on the rack on the rear bumper!" Came an immediate, if deep voiced, meow.
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Post by JW% on Jul 19, 2014 22:49:39 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip of perhaps a half hour?~~~~~~~~~~~
Oz did his best to explain to the satisfaction of everyone that Lyra would be alright, and everything was fine. The children would have the day 'off', with some physical training that afternoon before dinner. If any of the children wanted to attend Lucy's funeral, they would be allowed to, and if not they should be working together to write a grocery list and elect a leader to go grocery shopping for fresh food so they wouldn't have to keep eating MRE, freezedried eggs, and other reasonably nonperishables that the base was stocked with. Even if they were not really growing children any more, it wouldn't hurt them to eat fresh fruits and vegetables.
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The motorcycle Trivia was using ate up the miles easily under it's high traction off road wheels. The wind breezed past her, hot sun beating down on her, and the flat wastes turned into uneven rocky wastes. Trivia herself had no skill in geology, so she couldn't tell if this was volcanic or erosion or what had caused the terrain, she just saw rocks and the occasional scrub brush that had managed to get it's roots in deep enough to survive in this heat.
The support AI was being silent for her, maintaining an augmented reality image of the heat signatures and other points of interest. It might have made her feel like she was living in a MMORPG, with helpful little pointers directing her to her next quest, if she was a fan of those.
The first of the questionable sites, the strange thermal readings. Unfortunately, it was on top of a rather high rock and not easily reached, at least not by motorcycle.
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