WOW

Fenix Arsenal
"Can't argue that."

She files away the information on the optics for later. She might need to get her hands on some of those. They sound incredibly useful.

"Divide and conquer. Makes perfect sense to me."

She nods at that. Data is useless without a brain to make sense of the information and put the pieces together.

She grins a little at the mention of Dylan.

"And goodness knows I'd be invested in making sure all his gear worked properly."

If she does her job right there, then it's more likely he comes back alive, right?

She nods, thinking it over.

"That... would be awesome. I can repair just about anything Militech, and I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to learn others with that base to work from."

She watches the bots. They really are fascinating as they go about their work, and they let her focus on something besides her own discomfort with revealing any of her past.

"Heh, my father was the reasonable one. My mother tried to sell me off in a business marriage to a guy unashamed of buying girls from Soviet traffickers."

She snorts at that, a quiet laugh lacking in mirth.

"So yeah. I knew of Kurtz in passing growing up. I'm not sure he's not the one who tipped off my kidnappers in order to sabotage and undermine my dad when I was sixteen, but I can't prove anything."

She should have been safe and protected in Europe with her friends, but she still got taken for a very specific, non-monetary ransom. That narrows down the field of people who could have been behind it significantly.

"Then again, most of the people in that world are pretty cutthroat, so..."

She trails off with another shrug.

Deadeye Gun Range
"This does not have the kick that you'd expect it to…" Holly both spoke and digested what you had to say all at the same time. That you absorbed her considerations with a 'probably' while watching her test the weapon out. "…I mean it's noticeably heavier, so that's probably got a lot to do with it…"

She resumed her position to put a few more rounds, counting up to 10 in total before she flipped the selector and dumped the last fifteen in full auto.

The other ranger-goers all stopped and looked over for a moment before one by one, they all decided to continue to mind their own fucking business.

Holly flinched and swatted away a bit of steel-tailed brass that bounced up against her shoulder, needling her with its heat like a pinch of a mosquito.

"…what do you mean, exhausting? I mean that's… that's the lifestyle, you know?" Or maybe you didn't. She legitimately didn't know many people who were polyamorous — even Doctor Sammy really only seemed to hold one serious relationship even if they did mess around a bit, and… well Brix kinda described her as a sexual anarchist, instead. "No I try, I just get shut down, I…"

The next grouping suddenly veered wildly off-target at the next remark, and she pulled her finger off of the trigger. "…I'm not dropping him, AJ. What the hell? It's just, like, an accent to the life, like to say oh hey this guy gratifies me in a new and interesting way that comes from a background and set of needs that isn't…"

The pace of her words both sped up and then cut off abruptly as she decided to concentrate on the second mag, her head tucked in and properly cheek-welded as she braced and put down a narrow overlap of shots at the 40-yard range. Semi-auto, but rapid.

Weapon empty, she locked the bolt open and dropped the mag, leaving it on its side as she got up and stepped back towards you at the loading table, her stare dubious.

"You think I should? Gimme a guess as to what you think she would tell me…"

Docks
*It had been a long night but the ship was finally unloaded and finally everything was set to move the ship to the drydock. I was proud of these men, the only complaints heard was from the pumps and the wood on the dock*

chats with the bartender some as things stay slow

bromance

l/p

buddy

ruddy

bottom

All recipes is a pretty fun site. Another fun site is https://www.punchfork.com/
which is a roundup of current food-blog posts.

spank

girlie

magazine

broadsheet

drinks a bit more watching the room around me

Fenix Arsenal
"There's always a reason to hate corpos. Nomads just have the best one." So good, they'll live in the wasteland and wage war with just scrap to avenge their ancestors. The ones who ignored climate change.

His eyes. He blinks when you ask. The black lenses are still in place. He points at them while he explains.

"This is a Kyroshi Optics Engineering Suite. Hephaestus Model. It can scan tech to pinpoint repairs that need to be done. Feed me stored schematics when I'm building something. I even use it to find key components in wreckage when I'm out scrapping in the desert."

A moment before he considers how that sounds. "I mean, I can do the tech stuff without it. These just help me do multiple things at once." More brain power in different directions.

"I know Dylan would be thrilled to have someone else to build his gear." He grins. "But I have been thinking about hiring someone to help out. Most of the basic sales stuff is automated through the kiosk and self-organizing inventory racks. So you'd be doing mostly custom work. Repairs. Specialty orders. If you want to."

The bots all come equipped with a micro-tool suite on their undersides. In a minute, they'll be welding, drilling, hammering, and bending steel in a variety of directions. So he'll turn the corner, towards the employee side of the service desk, where it's not as noisy.

"Mmmmmm." Echo nods at your explanation. Not getting much more than that but understanding it perfectly. Who wanted to discuss such things in their past? He never did.

"Mi padre was an asshole. Sold mi mama out to a rival nomad nation." Well, maybe he will talk about it. Just this once. In an attempt to bridge the gap. Explain that he might possibly understand what you're going through.

tabloid

edition