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North South North West Kansas wrote:

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"Really? because the logical thing would be to ask them to help? and besides me an Connie have been relaxing for ages, we havent been doing anything, you could have asked to help us. But no...Carissa's gotta be a big hero and get herself killed...well...destroyed-" Harold quickly made the apropriate amendment, "-or whatever."

Tyramon wrote:

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"I presume you'd have a preference for a man? for the repopulation of the Witches as such?"

Roxium wrote:

Scrap Rats

CK looked at the lanyard and was clearly not amused.

He placed down the blueprints and folder on the desk and said "We need you to make some stuff for us. It's a matter of galactic survival." At the same time, the air on either side of CK shimmered slightly, giving an extremely subtle hint to the presence of the two heavily armed cloaked Cicada agents acting as CK's body guards.
The blueprints were for a 25 meter long astral adamantium spear, large enough for a giant robot to use it. The handle had a few points on it that allowed for things to be attached to it. The folder contained heavily edited and redacted documents on the CEVA and Telamon's Spear projects. There was just enough information in the documents to show that the spears were intended to be used as weapons against Iblion, the spears being wielded as... spears by a giant robot for the CEVA Project, and being used as faster than light projectiles for the Telamon's Spear Project. Across both projects, a total of 10 spears are required.

The lady in question noticed this disturbance, and shifted slightly to the right in her chair as she lent forward to grasp the document. She reviewed them long and thoughtfully. She frowned as she looked them over and rolled her eyes.

"Wow," she said, her voice sarcastic and annoyed, "thanks for being so transparent with us, really helps a lot."

"It's a matter of national security, to ensure no hostile nations-"

"Newsflash pal, we're not a nation, we're just a bunch of people chilling in the industrial district and getting rich; the scrap gotta flow."

She looked the documents over.

"Why spears? why not smaller...like...knife things...or a sword." She asked.

"Read the document on the Celestial." The Commander said.

The woman chuckled and murmured briefly; "or what you'll let me read."

She reviewed the pages and nodded as if to say "fair enough". She continued to review the pages. As she did so, the Cicada commander couldn't help but notice out the window that everyone in the cubicles was currently standing up and priming weapons of various sorts; Aerlanican Coilguns, Roxium plasma rifles and pistols, Primaeri plasma rifles and pistols. All of them were covered with augmentations, possibly to make them compatible with the Scrap Rat's infrastructure.

It appeared that the woman had noticed the guards, but was not hostile...

...yet.

The woman finished reading and sighed.

"First of all, your plan for a faster than light spear is just stupid; you'll waste Astral Adamantium, and by the sound of things, skewer every damn planet and celestial body...as in the things in space...in it's path, so good luck footing the bill for damages in that regard."

She tapped the schematic of the spear.

"Secondly, your spear design is stupid; we're not going to make this, we're going to make one with barbs that catches and doesnt budge so the blighter gets KO'd with a good hit."

"Thirdly...what's with the miasma beside you?" She asked, gesturing to the Commander's flanks."

Azulakas wrote:

Sarah Graham just continued to sob. Pathetic, was the easy way to describe it; sniveling, sobbing, lots of mucus and tears. This lasted for quite some time before she slowly stopped. She then turned the pillow over, and turned herself over, curling her legs to her chest.

Her face, while bearing the marks of excessive crying, was blank and seemingly filled with nihilism.

On the plus side, she had stopped crying.