Beta 503-B IC

[Xepteregicide]

Gerald- Psionic Operative

ST 10 | DX 12 | IQ 14 | HT 10 | Will 18 | Perception 14Danger Sense
Combat Reflexes
Awareness: 210 degree vision
Awareness, Deep Scan; extend 'vision' into and past solid matter.
FP 10/10 | HP 10/10 | DR xx | Base Speed 5.5 | Base Move 5

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“Make yourself useful, Son- but don’t go running off on your own.” Reygar's voice played back in Gerald's mind as he contemplated how exactly to follow the order. Of course before he could ask for clarification the C.O. had already moved on to complete his own tasks and other duties.

The psiroid was at a loss- his standing orders had been to make himself useful, but for someone with a high degree of difficulty inferring meaning, it left him in a state of self-query. Beach-head. Again with the colloquialism... It is neither a beach, nor a head- though it could be considered to be a head-quarters, so perhaps the word's origin comes...

Luckily for the soldier, the opportunity to be helpful presented itself soon enough- and Gerald honed his attention on the task of preparing the location that was to become the gateway. As he worked, he made sure to constantly monitor the number of, strength, and locations of the life forms around him in the secondary compartment of his mind.

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Watching with his usual stoic expression locked into his mask-like face, Gerald observed the newcomers as they stepped out of the warp gate. Paying attention to the equipment that each one carried, he stood in a parade rest as if it were his default idle position. Though the worldline was designated as not overtly hostile, the soldier was still wearing a suit of scout armor; sleek and colored to blend in with the urban environment's rubble piles. What immediately stuck out was the soft blue glow-pulse of the strange device over his ear, extending out of sight beneath his hair. Armed with a pair of gauss pistols on his hips and a longarm across his back, those that studied their mission dossier would likely know that the otherwise unassuming young man possessed a unique grasp on the world around him- figuratively and literally.

With a grating tinny sound, like a primitive voice changer played on a blown out speaker, Gerald introduced himself to the newcomers. ”Statement- this unit is designated Gee-ay-dee-cee sub2." He focused on each of the team members present; his green eyes scanning intently even though the mask of a face did not change- not even as the words he 'spoke' were being projected outwards. Slightly angling his head to the side, he added; "Correction; current parameters suggest alternate name Gerald as preferential designation."

It was abundantly clear that Gerald was not the officer in charge, as he had nothing more to say. Instead he looked back to Corporal Jordan and the other members of the previous team, as if waiting for further instruction.

 

Edited December 18, 2023 by Xepteregicide
Wrong picture somehow... XD (see edit history)

[taurelin]

John "Jack" Reygar

ST 13 | DX 14 | IQ 15 | HT 13 | Will 15 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 13/13 | DR xx | Base Speed 6 | Base Move 6

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Jack starts to stand up to address the new recruits, but is cut off by Gerald. He settles himself back down, frowning, until the bioroid finishes introducing himself.

He waits a beat, to make sure that Gerald has finished, then stands. A tall man, he looks over the assembled. Bounce was at his right shoulder, where she should be. Manny lounged to one side, and Gerald stood at parade rest to the rear. The three new kids stood in a line before him. He takes his time looking them over. Finally, he speaks.

"I am your new CO, Major Reygar. You may address me as Major, or sir. Or Jack, if you feel you've earned that level of familiarity." He looks each of them in the eyes. "How I react to that familiarity will depend on whether I feel you've earned it or not." He points to Jordan. "This is Corporal Pierce. She is second in command. She can help you learn how best to address her. Our social anthropologist is Dr. Manuel Puno." He points to Manny. "And Gerald has already introduced himself. No need to go further into that." He steps back and gestures to a holodisplay behind him.

"You've all read the basics for 503-B. Industrial world, potentially resource rich in what Ark needs. Seems like the population has just up and vanished. So far we've met up with a talking train - the cyberneticists are chatting with him now. Our job is out in the field, looking for more supply dumps." He pauses. "And to solve the mystery of what happened to the people."

"While we are doing that, I'm going to be evaluating your worth in field operations."

He lets that hang in the air for a long moment, then moves on to the line of new people.

He squares off in front of Tamzin first. He makes a quick inspection of her kit and other gear, nodding to himself. "Wolfe, kit looks good. Your file says Biologist and Engineer. Lucky you. You'll be taking your cues from both Pierce and myself." He moves on. Apparently he is done with her.

Next is Eukleides. "Eukleides, huh?" He turns to Pierce. "Bounce, you might want to move this one to the top of your list." Turning back to the warrior, he looks over the stylized battle suit and whistles. "Fancy gear, son. And seems like you know how to use it. You'll be primarily working as grunt and sentry. Take your nod from me." He sobers. "Your psych eval says you have trouble disengaging. I need you to install a kill-switch on your weapons and suit, one that I can hit if I need it. If you need help, Bounce can whip that up for you. Understood?"

Again, he continues without waiting for a response. He looks over to the short, dark-haired young man. "Mister Theriot." He moves on. "Infiltration specialist. Hmm..." He flicks through some files on his datapad. "This is a field op. Looking over your manifest, I see very little that shows that you know much about that. Not even a blanket or bedroll? You expecting a five-star hotel here? Or do you think you'll be going home every night, after you've put in your eight hour shift?" He snorts. "You'll be taking orders from Manny over there, Probie." It's obvious that Jack has already forgotten Andreas' name.

"I use tachnet software to coordinate the team in the field. Get a survival watch and install it. We also have a telepath on the team. Gerald might start talking in your heads. Expect it - it's strange to get used to."

"We're heading out for a three-day patrol in two hours. Report back here then."

"Dismissed."

Edited December 19, 2023 by taurelin (see edit history)

[Lonewalker]

Cpl. Jordan Pierce

ST 12 | DX 14 | IQ 15 | HT 13 | Will 15 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 12/12 | DR xx | Base Speed 7 | Base Move 7

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Jordan had been filling Tamzin in on what little the team had learned in their initial foray through the abandoned urban sprawl: the references to "Moving Day" (and the distinct absence of any other details), the presumption that the people moved north through "stalker country," the repair robots glimpsed by a previous team, the isolated radioactive flora, Ronnie's references to "Wardens," a "space port," and "Reconstruction Zones," and the apparent presence of other human scavengers, though the team hadn't encountered any yet. When the last of the new team members filed in, Jordan saw Jack call everyone together for formal introductions and led Tamzin over to the rest. 

Unlike Jack's trademark bluntness, Jordan kept her first impressions to herself. Tamzin seemed solid - and given his quick dismissal of her, Jack seemed to agree. She was unsurprised by his commentary over the others. Jack didn't deal well with either potential risks in the field or a lack of preparedness. For her part, Jordan was eager to poke and prod at Eukleides' battle suit - the dossier suggested an advanced technology similar but also unlike ARK's worldline. Her technical curiosity was definitely peaked. 

During the introductions and commentary, Jordan smiled pleasantly to each newcomer, very much the carrot to Jack's stick. She offered a particularly reassuring expression to Andreas, knowing how hard Jack's criticism could hit a rook fresh to the field. If Manny didn't smooth things over with Theriot, Jordan would make a point of checking on him before they mustered. 

But in the meantime, there was work to be done. Jordan approached Eukleides with the same friendly smile and an eagerness in her eyes. "Do you have specs for your suit that we can look at first? Otherwise, I'd like to see the inner triggering mechanisms for your weapon arrays. I think the Major is optimistic about my rigging up a remote kill-switch in an hour or so, but if you've already got something similar, maybe we can just sync it to my datapad. Wolfe? I wouldn't mind your input as we take a look here." 

[DM-Tareth]

Tamzin Belle Wolfe

Gender: Female | Age: 33

ST: 12 | DX: 13 | IQ: 15 | HT: 13 | HP: 12/12 | Per: 15 | Will: 15 | FP: 15

Basic Speed: 6.5 (7.5) | Move: 6(7) | Thr: 1d-1 (1d) | Sw: 1d+2 (2d) | Dodge: 9(11) | Parry: 10 | Block: 8

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Sweat dampened Tamzin's brow by the time the CO assembled the team for inspection. Intrigued by the corporal's decsription of what they'd discovered so far, she was eager to get a closer look at the wardens and any of the other robotic intelligences potentially roaming the area. Tucking her gloves back in her belt she snaps to attention when the Major approaches and looks over her gear.

"Aye, Major." Is her simple crisp response. She waits as the major rakes his gaze across the other newcomers, her sideways glance the only evidence of her curiosity. The peculiarly outfitted greek especially drew her interest. So it was that when Pierce asked her to take a look at the warrior's unusual suit she was more than happy to help.

At first she's a little stumped by the peculiar design and garbled coding that scrolls across her own datapad when she finally plugs into the system. Then she realizes the unit is operating on a form of ancient greek, not the more modern language set used in the Ark's own timeline. Fortunately the standard translator could do an adequate job of deciphering the alphas, betas, and omegas. Once in, she's able to pull up a solid schematic and locate three potential ways to render the suit inoperable if needed. She picks the least intrusive option.

"Integrating a programming solution seems too difficult given the language differences. I'd recommend installing the remote kill on the central power core here." She points out a series of circuits and thin cables. "That should render the whole unit inoperable." A pause as she taps her chin with the tip of her datapad. "A less drastic option might be to rig the kill on the weapons and motive subsystems. They appear to be linked at this junction. That would leave the unit mostly inoperable but allow the comp and life support systems to continue functioning."

 

Armory(Battlesuit)

Edited December 20, 2023 by DM-Tareth (see edit history)

[Stengleronymous]

Emmanuel “Manny” Puno

ST 12 | DX 13 | IQ 16 | HT 13 | Will 16 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 12/12 | DR xx | Base Speed 6.5 | Base Move 6

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For his part, Manny had spent much of the intervening time chatting with the technicians and Ronnie, as well as examining maps and trying to figure out where these elusive scavenger markets might be. While he was a reasonably competent technician and pilot, his anthropology background was a lot more useful when he had actual real people to talk to instead of sifting through the scrubbed remains of a disused internet.

Fortunately, Ark was kind enough to actually send him some actual real people to talk to! His greeting consists of sunny smiles and cheerful waves for each new arrival. He regards Eukleides’ techno-hoplite ensemble with obvious curiosity, and mentions quietly to him and Tamzin both, “Don’t let Major Reygar’s distrust of the battlesuit get to you. On an early mission, we had a squad member in a very advanced battlesuit with more hardware than sense and he almost blew that mission sky-high. It’s not a reflection on you, I promise,” he says with a reassuring wink, before switching his focus as Andreas is directed to him.

“Hi there!” he says, with a broad, honest smile. “I’m Emmanuel Puno, the team’s contact specialist. Excited to be working together! Feel free to call me Manny, or Puno if that’s too casual for you. What would you like me to call you?”

Edited December 24, 2023 by Stengleronymous (see edit history)

[DM-Tareth]

Tamzin Belle Wolfe

Gender: Female | Age: 33

ST: 12 | DX: 13 | IQ: 15 | HT: 13 | HP: 12/12 | Per: 15 | Will: 15 | FP: 15

Basic Speed: 6.5 (7.5) | Move: 6(7) | Thr: 1d-1 (1d) | Sw: 1d+2 (2d) | Dodge: 9(11) | Parry: 10 | Block: 8

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"What? Oh. Yes sir." Tamzin blushes as she finds herself a bit startled when Manny leans in close to whisper. She'd been more distracted by the curious nature of the hoplite's equipment than she'd thought and hadn't even seen the man step over. An embarrassing mistake. "Well better safe than sorry I suppose." She adds with a shrug and slightly forced smile as she tried to calm her beating heart. "Seems like a reasonable precaution if there's been trouble in the past. Especially since we don't fully understand all of the technology coming across from different timelines. But I'll do my best not to cause the system any permanent harm." Falling back on the relative social safety of work and following orders, she swallows hard and tries not to breathe a sigh of nervous relief when Manny turns to greet one of the other newcomers.

Edited December 24, 2023 by DM-Tareth (see edit history)

[Savayan]

Eukleides of Athens

ST 14 | DX 13 | IQ 13 | HT 14 | Will 15 | Perception 13
FP 14/14 | HP 14/14 | DR 80 (Force Aspis DR 100) | Base Speed 6.75 | Base Move 6

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Eukleides appeared bemused by Jack’s comment. Once the fight had started, or course you would subdue your opponent, but he was no poenai who would not stop until bloody retribution would be claimed. Beyond that, he was somewhat mystified about what could be ‘turned off’. The magic of the Ark was by turns similar to that the gods and strange, perhaps there was some invocation they knew that would quiet Epicurus and the hoplon. But even without the spirit of his armour and the light of Hephaestus imbuing his dory and apsis, he would still be armed with a stout staff and his hands. But he was still a stranger in a strange land, by two steps now even. It if would put his new commander at his ease the least he could do is make the attempt. As Jack’s seeming second in command advanced with a smile, Eukleides returned it with a nod, flashing a grin prominently missing one of it's canines.

 

"Your Mayjor," Eukleides’ accent made a bit of a hash of the unfamiliar rank. "Has little to fear. I am no peltast, I am a hoplite." He punctuated the statement by thumping the butt of his staff into the dirt. He nodded as another newcomer approached at Jordan's request, taking a precise step to keep himself square with the others. "If the combat should reach the Push then the battle is truly joined. But as I am commanded so I shall obey. You may be similarly disappointed as the philosophers of the Ark, however, if the Mayjor should wish you to cast some enchantment. The spirit of this hoplon is notoriously wily and wilful. And even should it stripped of its' blessings, I still have my fists and feet and a stout length of sure metal."

 

"Epicurus! Awaken and attend this worthy warrior." Eukleides tapped what appeared to be a silver diadem hidden under his curly hair, but its size and position mirrored the bone conduction headphones some of the Ark’s various environmentally sealed suits used. And while the stylization was distinctly ancient Greek, if by way of the Andromeda Galaxy, the suit was relatively light despite it's advanced features. It would be a something of struggle for even for a well built man like him, but simply cutting power wouldn't lock Eukleides in place like with a larger hardsuit.

 

While Tamzin worked on trying to work out the systems of the hoplon, a few bursts of garbled characters interrupted her feed, before it seemed to seize on her translator hack. It quickly asserted itself as she trod on it's domain, for now throwing up a message first in Greek before it found the latin character set to play with. "<Χαιρετίσματα χωματόδρομος. Επεξεργασία αγγλικού κωδικού. Μια στιγμή παρακαλώ. Greetings Mortal, I am Epicurus. It is considered a mild form of blasphemy to intrude on the sanctum of a spirit without invitation, but I am willing to be magnanimous in the service of my master. I will allow myself to be content with an apology and explanation of your goal.>"

Edited January 3 by Savayan (see edit history)

[DM-Tareth]

Tamzin Belle Wolfe

Gender: Female | Age: 33

ST: 12 | DX: 13 | IQ: 15 | HT: 13 | HP: 12/12 | Per: 15 | Will: 15 | FP: 15

Basic Speed: 6.5 (7.5) | Move: 6(7) | Thr: 1d-1 (1d) | Sw: 1d+2 (2d) | Dodge: 9(11) | Parry: 10 | Block: 8

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Tamzin's eyes widen slightly when the curious hoplite armor addresses her directly and as if it were it's own self aware entity. Artificial Intelligence was still something of an elusive pipe dream within her own timeline. Programmers had certainly crafted clever and impressive facsimiles of machine intelligence that mimicked human awareness, but they were not truly self aware. Something more akin to an expertly crafted electronic reflections of their programmer or a more often a bizarre regurgitator of vast quantities of data that could fool someone into thinking it was something more for a short while. But then a moment would come when the system would spew forth some obvious nonsense that made the proverbial crazy uncle seem like the very definition of sanity and the illusion of intelligence would be shattered. Had this alternative civilization overcome the barriers and actually discovered a way to craft intelligent machines? She wondered. Was it a result of maintaining the illusions of magic and religion through the ancient Pantheon of gods that allowed them to break through? Her curiosity began to churn with interest and she smiles.

"My apologies, Epicurus." See says to the suit with all sincerity. "No...errr...blasphemy was intended. I was merely looking to follow the Major's orders. Where I am from, entities such as yourself do not exist. We have similar systems and certainly computers capable of processing vast quantities of data and interpreting it with reasonable accuracy and conversational patterns, but instilling a truly human like personality and intelligence has never been sufficiently achieved. I am sorry for my own ignorance and misunderstanding of your capabilities, but I would be very interested in learning more. Perhaps in order to ease the Major's concerns, you could elaborate on what safety protocols exist should your systems become damaged or malfunction unexpectedly?"

Not wishing to further offend the machine intelligence or Eukliedes, the specialist pauses her diagnostic and turns to the corporal with a questioning look on her face.

[Xepteregicide]

Gerald- Psionic Operative

ST 10 | DX 12 | IQ 14 | HT 10 | Will 18 | Perception 14Danger Sense
Combat Reflexes
Awareness: 210 degree vision
Awareness, Deep Scan; extend 'vision' into and past solid matter.
FP 10/10 | HP 10/10 | DR variable--- "Light" Armor Loadout ---
-- Infantry Helmet:
Skull DR +24
-- Hyperspectral Visor:
Face + Eyes DR: +24
-- Nanoweave Tacsuit:
Full body DR: +30 / +15*
-- Ranger Exoskeleton:
Body DR +0 / +20 (only vs swinging attacks, falling, and collision damage)
-- Assault Boots:
Foot DR: +9 (+18 vs damage from below) | Base Speed 5.5 | Base Move 5

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Gerald continued to observe the other newcomers, listening to Jack speak- until the comment about a kill switch was made. Fixing his stoic gaze on the impressive warrior, the psiroid understood the assignment of orders and logged the time limitation within his internal procedures.

Even as the group was dismissed until the mission start, Gerald continued to observe Eukliedes. Though it didn't show on his face, he was impressed with the stature and bearing of the man, and looked forward to seeing him in battle.

 

With the disclosure that there was something intelligent within the off-world tech, Gerald took a few steps forward. Hands still positioned behind his back, the psiroid waited for a moment of quiet before his awful-sounding vocal implant crackled to life again. "Statement: this unit will initiate mental connection protocol. Confirmation: this unit is not equipped with mental intrusion offensive array. Conclusion: this unit is unable to perceive thought patterns outside of the mental connection protocol."

Stopping for a moment to concentrate, there was a subtle change in the pattern of the pulsing light aside his temple. A moment passed, and his eye twitched involuntarily.

He exhaled, and there was the slightest amount of emotion in his eyes as the pulsing changed slightly again.

Though he was still stoic and emotionless, there was a bit of resignation within his eyes.

Edited January 4 by Xepteregicide
Multiplicity required a pass of 8 or less (see edit history)

[Jon Walton]

Andreas Theriot

ST 10 | DX 14 | IQ 16 | HT 11 | Will 16 | Perception 16
FP 11/11 | HP 10/10 | DR xx | Base Speed 6.25 | Base Move 6

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Andreas reaches to one of the shipment bots and grabs a backpack off it. He is dressed very plainly... cotton (almost canvas) trousers and a tunic made out of similar material. There is a belt, with a few items (Gauss Pistol and a somewhat odd looking knife hanging from it.

 

He has a leather satchel (think Messenger Bag) hung crossways across his body.

 

He has been looking around the area, and when Manny introduces himself, Andreas nods and heads towards him.

 

"Sir. Private Andreas Theriot, Infiltration Specialist, reporting".

 

As he speaks, his appearance begins to change. His skin color darkens a bit, his face changes a bit, his hair darkens... by the time he is finished, he looks like he could be Manny's brother standing there.

 

He then begins to speak...

 

"mumtin limuqabalatika"

 

"Chárika pou se gnórisa."

 

"Hěn gāoxìng rènshí nǐ."

 

"Rad vstreche s vami."

 

"aapase milakar khushee huee."

 

"Pleased to meet you".

 

 

 

[Stengleronymous]

Emmanuel “Manny” Puno

ST 12 | DX 13 | IQ 16 | HT 13 | Will 16 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 12/12 | DR xx | Base Speed 6.5 | Base Move 6

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Manny smiles as Andreas approaches. He watches the man's transformation with obvious fascination, and looks impressed by the speed and thoroughness of the polyskin's action. When Andreas greets him in Arabic, he grins and is about to respond when the infiltrator switches to a language he doesn't know. Is that Greek? he wonders, casting a sidelong look at Eukleidies. Having grown up in an Imperial China territory, he recognizes Mandarin easily enough even if he doesn't speak it. By the fourth language he is wearing an amused expression and lets the man cycle through until he's obviously finished.

“English is pretty much our lingua franca here,” he says. "You can probably just stick with that unless we run into folks who speak something else. While we're out patrolling, I'd like your help keeping an eye out for signs of human scavenger activity. My primary interest right now is trying to find one of their markets. Once we do, it will be you and me taking point to gather information from them on where we can find the resources Ark-1 needs and what else they might know about this world that could be useful to us. Sound good?"

After a pause, he asks, "Out of curiosity, were you not sure what language I'd like best, or did you just want to demonstrate how many languages you know?"

[Lonewalker]

Cpl. Jordan Pierce

ST 12 | DX 14 | IQ 15 | HT 13 | Will 15 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 12/12 | DR xx | Base Speed 7 | Base Move 7

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Jordan blinked rapidly as the message from Eukleides' onboard AI began to scroll across Tamzin's datapad. She glanced between the message and the armored warrior a couple of times, her mind running through the technical requirements needed for such an advanced computer intelligence. The ARK didn't have anything nearly this sophisticated, though more than a few worldlines appeared to have AI-based entities - their native guide Ronnie was already an example of such. Jordan pondered very briefly and decided that interaction with Epicurus should probably follow the same guidelines they were using with Ronnie.

"Uh, right, yes - our apologies. We aren't intending to intrude or violate any personal boundaries." Jordan felt a little odd speaking to a faceless electronic program - but she'd interacted with odder things in previous missions. Giant plants came to mind immediately. "Wolfe and I are responsible for the technical functionality of this unit, all for the purpose of keeping everyone safe during the operation. We can hold off on any gross modifications for now - but it would be extremely helpful to us in our duties if you would be willing to share any technical specifications about your battlesuit. I know it's asking a lot, but we would greatly appreciate that sharing of knowledge as well as at least rudimentary access to your systems. That way if an encounter during the mission does go badly, Wolfe and I would have a way to keep both of you functioning and in the fight. You're going to be our primary armored combatant, and I expect we're going to be depending on you both to protect the rest of the team. We're just - respectfully - asking for your permission to let us help you do that. If there are any truly forbidden or restricted aspects of your domain or your systems that you need us to refrain from accessing, we promise to do our best to respect that."

[Jon Walton]

Andreas Theriot

ST 10 | DX 14 | IQ 16 | HT 11 | Will 16 | Perception 16
FP 11/11 | HP 10/10 | DR xx | Base Speed 6.25 | Base Move 6

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"Oh, that was not all of them, just the current living languages. Languages are a talent of mine, I tend to pick them up quickly."

 

He'll look around, carefully.

 

"My thought is to present myself as a traveling merchant - won't have issues with 'not knowing the local stuff', but can hopefully be close enough. Trade good will be an issue."

 

"Why don't we just ask the trolley where the market is?"

 

 

[taurelin]

John "Jack" Reygar

ST 13 | DX 14 | IQ 15 | HT 13 | Will 15 | Perception 17
FP 13/13 | HP 13/13 | DR xx | Base Speed 6 | Base Move 6

---

Jack packs up his holopad and gets ready to exit, leaving the engineers to tackle the Greek warrior while Manny makes friends with the other friendly type.

For Gerald

Jack mentally grunts. "Copy that, Gerald. I hope it won't come to that, but best to be prepared."

He leaves to return to his quarters to grab his gear, then heads to the quartermaster.

[Jon Walton]

 

Andreas Theriot

ST 10 | DX 14 | IQ 16 | HT 11 | Will 16 | Perception 16
FP 11/11 | HP 10/10 | DR xx | Base Speed 6.25 | Base Move 6

---

 

<<In the infltrator's mind, a ping of sorts was heard, almost as if someone had initiated contact through a coms unit. The voice was immediately identifiable, almost as if it had announced itself as coming from the psiroid, though it didn't sound anything like the tinny and broken vocal implant in the bioroid's neck. "Forgive me if I am startling you, but I figured this would be best to experience first-hand in a relatively safe environment. This communication functions both ways- but it is best if you vocally respond in most situations, so that the other team members can also hear you- especially over our coms">>

 

Andreas looks at psionic operative and nods. He will carefully form words in his thoughts, but not say anything.

 

"To be clear - you only 'communicate' this way - is that correct? For example, if I was unconscious, you could not 'infiltrate my brain' and be able to tell where I am for example? Or if I am focused completely on something and not 'thinking at you' - you would not be able to tell what I am focusing on."

 

"Is that all correct?"

 

"Also, is there a range limit? If I am performing an infiltration and need help, I need to know the parameters that would work for you to know and communicate with the rest of the team that I need help."

 

"And do you understand other languages in thought, or just English?"