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Prioxis Makhai

Old war cyborg haunted by his past. The demons won't let him rest.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by StrangerOdd

Description

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Job: Heavy Munitions and "Security"

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PHYSICAL

Gender: Male
Age: 37
Height: 6' 7"
Weight: 247 lbs.
Skin: Gunmetal gray on metal parts, dark brown on synthetic skin parts.

Strengths:
    - Follows orders but remains fluid
    - Vast military experience
    - Super human strength
    - Tough (apart from the cyborg bits)
    - Needs less sleep and nutrition than average person

Weaknesses:
    - Alcoholic
    - Old military exoskeleton requires maintenance
    - Not much of a conversationalist
    - Minor suicidal tendencies
    - Has PTSD

Alterations(Cyborg bits):
Extensive reconstruction of entire body. Just below his stomach down to his upper thighs is still organic and orginal, some of his spinal column remains as well as a decent portion of his skull, otherwise only his vital organs are left. Respiratory and digestive track have been "optimized" and replaced with bionic parts, skin and outer surface area has been replaced with a highly ductile and flexible nano weave. Endoskeleton incorporates light armor. Remaining bone structure has been strengthened with metal alloy shunts. What remains of his nervous system has been tied into a cybernetic computer system to allow cyborg parts to function. All sensory organs have been replaced with bionic equivalents.
    Integrated "Spider Eyes" Helm and Motherboard
    -Sensory perception enhanced by several artificial types. (ex. infrared, night optics, microwave)
    -Antenna allow technical communication
    -Computer systems monitor status of health
    -Has a larger than normal field of view
    Androktasia Exoskeleton
    -Artificial muscles (allows super human strength)
    -Armor plating over muscles
    -Skin-like surface






MENTAL

Personality:
Prioxis tends to listen more than he talks, but he's not exactly the big strong silent type. He'll run anyone's ear off with countless war stories if you dare to ask him. Although he isn't very technically savant, he does enjoy talking and discussing weapons systems, his favorite being heavy ordinance. Coincidentally he prefers not to tell the story about how he became "forcibly enhanced". Typically though he just keeps quiet and follows orders, years of fighting and loss having taken their toll on his psyche making him hard and tough to crack, with a life time of war wit to pass for small talk. He'll always give a tip or advice if asked, or even a helping hand, but usually he'll just take over whatever task he was asked about.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Neurological tendencies:
He tends to fidget with his sensory parts on his head when he gets anxious or has nothing to do, and he is an alcoholic, his way of dealing with the "Demons". His alcoholism is tempered to his dismay by his extreme cyborg metabolism, which sobers him incredibly fast, typically around 30 minutes.

History:
Prioxis was born on the dark continent where he was raised in a family on the cusp of becoming nobles through their connections and political play. His family's dream of becoming nobles was cut short by a massive civil war, but Prioxis thought he would find a way to earn his family's right among the nobles by signing up to fight along side the many drones of the aristocracy's private armies. A short tour of duty dropped Prioxis straight on Death's doorstep after an intense battle with rebel "terrorists", the working and middle class of the country, but his reputation in the army bought him a ticket into the cyborg enhancement programs.

Some nips and tucks later and Prioxis awoke to find himself not just encased but integrated into one of the new prototype Androktasia Armor Systems. Prioxis thought his enhancements were a sign of his advancement up the social ladder in noble society, but he quickly learned the reality of the situation. A whirlwind of propaganda by the nobles fell away as Prioxis realized he was just a pawn, a tool to be used until there was nothing left. He realized he and his family would never be of nobility. And like salt in the wound Prioxis discovered that the Nobles had denied asylum and safety for his family, who were lost in a raging firestorm caused by artillery fire just before his last battle.

Even after investigation he was unable to uncover which side launch the artillery that ignited the firestorm. Suffering grief and unanswered revenge he became a rogue agent, but felt that his place was with the very rebels who he had fought against and killed over and over again. Years later and the war had achieved no victor, only destruction and death. His home nation crumbled into complete chaos and succumbed to self annihilation. Prioxis heard rumors of a mass graveyard beyond the deserts in the west, remnants of a catastrophic battle during the war.

His current goal is to simply survive while he wanders the land, unable to give up but too lost to find any meaning to his existence. Slight retrograde amnesia has brought him to a desert, where after aimlessly drifting he's finally regained his memory and seeks a way out.





WEAPONS & GEAR

Weapons: (He is currently missing all weapons except for his handgun)

Currently he carries a .300 WBY cal. short barreled rifle for hunting.
Addons:
  • Hair trigger modification
  • 6x magnification rifle scope
    Normally he carries a truck mounted .50 caliber heavy machine gun which he has been modified to be carried by cyborgs and drones.
    Addons:
    • Forward grip
    • 4.5x LMG Scope (for single fire)
    • 100 Round Box magazine
    He also carries a Squad Support Automatic Light Machinegun, SSALM, a hybrid LMG-Assault rifle that fires 7.62 caliber rounds
    Addons:
    • Forward grip
    • 2xAdvancedRifleSight
    • Extended Mags (50 cap)
    • infrared laser pointer
    Finally he also carries a very large .44 caliber semi-auto handgun with extended clip and a large combat knife, and a grenade bandolier (currently grenade-less)

    Gear:
    Clothing
    • Black Medium Tactical Vest
    • Blast collar and shoulder pads
    • Tactical Gloves
    • Light Grade elbow and knee pads
    • Military BDU pants in a red digital camo
    • Tactical belt
    • Large Handgun Waist Holster
    • Black Combat Boots
    • Weathered tan colored cloak
    Rutsack (or pockets)
    • Military rations (not much left)
    • Zippo "Ace of Hearts" Lighter
    • Small Camera
    • Old military ID tags
    • Gun Cleaning Kit
    • Cyborg Maintenance Kit
    Munitions Duffle Bag (does not currently have)
    • 2 Spare Box Mags (1 empty)
    • 4 Spare .300 WBY cal. Rifle Mags (2 empty)
    • Extra .50 caliber Barrel
    • Grenade case (empty)
    • A few flares and a flare gun
    Tactical Vest
    • 3 Spare Handgun magazines
    • Small Trauma Kit
    • Protein Bar
    • Knife Holster

So begins...

Prioxis Makhai's Story

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"I miss my bike," thought the metal hooded figure. Hot wind whipped and blew at the figure's cloak as they strode through the sandy wastes. A single set of foot prints led a track back from the figure, across the wastes and to the horizon, past all sight. They had walked from the east, setting out in a haphazard direction west. The figure followed no compass or map, no sense of direction or thought of destination. They seemed aimless in their wandering.

Metal boots crunched the sand, step after step, an endless machine like rhythm. Their mind wandered like their body, aimless in its own sea of thought. War torn landscapes and faded faces flashed in and out of their memory, bringing with them a melancholy pain. Their mind tried to escape, but ran aground into a haunting melody, another monument of the past crafted from metal stone. The monument's surface was marred with scars and wounds, but letters were still visible. It spelled out several names, but one stuck out the most. The figure tried to shut their eyes, but was physically unable. Instead they just banged the side of their head, shaking it.

"Stay out of there. Don't fall back in there."

Eventually, in the shadow of a tall dune, the figure came to a rest and gazed up, peering into the scorching evening sun. They sat down and whipped out a short barreled rifle from behind and under their cloak, resting the stock on the ground like walking staff.
They let out a strained robotic sigh, setting their head in their hand.

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"Now where'd it land.." Rei muttered as she consulted a map briefly. Like most people looking to make a quick buck, she'd taken advantage of the derelicts in orbit around Terra. This piece of space trash she had been tracking for the last few days as it's orbit began to degrade, eventually leading to reentry and hopefully a landing without burning up in the planet's atmosphere. "Looks like it's my lucky day!" She chirped to herself as she spotted another larger dot on her map.

Depending on what it was, it would potentially be more valuable than a piece of space trash. However judging from the environment, it was unlikely. "Knowing Specter, it's probably another rock..." Rei muttered in mild irritation as she gently urged the throttle forwards on her shuttle. It appeared that the two dots were relatively far spaced, however the larger one appeared to be mobile. "Do rocks move?" She briefly wondered aloud. Rei had seen some usual things, but moving rocks didn't seem to be one of them.

Landing roughly 2 clicks away from the larger, she shut down most of the shuttle's systems and hopped out to have a look. "Stupid AI.." Rei grumbled thinking that she'd just wasted precious time in getting to what she really wanted. Scanning the horizon, squinting against the bright desert floor through tented googles, she frowned catching a metallic glint across the sands.

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The machine being groaned, shaking their head and lightly pounding the side. "I thought robots didn't get headaches." They mumbled to themself. With some effort they stood up and brushed off their cloak, a useless action in this sandy landscape. They pulled down their hood and looked up to scan their surroundings. The hot air and whipping wind berated the unflinching figure.

"Where the actual hell am I?"

The figure instinctively scratched at their scarred metal head which glinted in the sun, and then adjusted their rifle's worn strap under their equally weathered cloak. They shielded their eyes with their hand, peering across the horizon. Their ocular implants magnified the view, and sharpened the image to better make out any distant objects, which revealed a far off figure. "Hm, well either that's a mirage or... not a rock." The figure shrugged subtly. They sized up the distance and nodded. "Two kilometers, open sand, no cover."

The figure adjusted the straps on their musty rut sack, pulling it tighter, and fastened their weapons so they wouldn't bounce. "Anything's better than more sand and rocks." At a brisk jog the machine being took off in the direction of the distant figure, hoping to catch it before it too faded like all the other visions.

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Last Rei checked she would say she wasn't a rock, but sometimes things got a little wonky after a few trips through slip space. However, for now she was more interested in her own 'not a rock' and what sort of potential for salvage it might have. "Metal... so either it's junk, or something really good." She muttered as she turned to dig in the shuttle for a pair of binoculars. Squinting against the harsh sun's rays off the desert floor, Rei cursed and then grabbed yet another piece of gear out of the shuttle; this time donning a pair of tinted goggles before peering through binoculars again.

"Definitely not a rock... but what?" She wondered to herself, as she made a face that was a mixture of confusion and surprise before she realized it was coming towards her.

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Sand kicked up in little tufts as the cloaked figure drew closer to Rei, crossing the distance surprisingly quickly, their cloak billowing loosely in the wind behind them. Their breath was unlabored by the effort of jogging, yet their efforts seemed more sluggish as they crossed the bright sandy basin. As they approached closer and closer the machine's eyes made a whirring noise as they refocused on the outline of Rei. "Oh, its a woman." Although the facial features of the machine man's face were mostly immobile, what few moving parts there were formed a surprised expression. He scanned over the figure again and noticed the outline of a vehicle against the bright sand. "Maybe she'll be my ride out of here." They breathed to themself, hopeful to leave this wasteland.

When the metal figure thought they were close enough to shout, about 50 meters, they stopped and cupped their hands to their mouth and yelled out to Rei in a deep synthetic voice, "Oye! Hello there!", and raised one arm in greeting. The figure threw open their cloak, revealing a large, humanoid-like, entirely machine body. Their red camo military pants looked worn out and torn, and the pockets of their open and loose tactical vest, the only thing they had for a shirt, seemed mostly empty. They took out their rifle and leaned on it like a walking stick. For a mostly machine cyborg, Prioxis appeared to be in a poor state.

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How is everyone this morning/day?

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Rei blinked a few times lowering the binoculars, and raising them again watching the figure draw ever closer to where she stood by the shuttle. "Holy hitchhikers!" She exclaimed once he got within several yards of her and spoke. The electronically modded voice confused her, she hadn't really ever encountered anything like it that she could remember. Thinking for a moment, she wondered why her equipment had picked up on him instead of the piece of space trash she'd been hoping to make a tidy sum off.

Raising an arm in reply, she didn't say anything just yet. Rei was the suspicious and paranoid type, and some sort of machine or not she had her reservations for just about everyone.

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Prioxis saw the girl wave back in response and took that as his opportunity to approach her. Leaning on his rifle slightly he slowly walked up the small dune she stood on, making sure to be deliberate with his actions. He couldn't identify any weapons on her, but he felt that anyone out here wouldn't be completely defenseless, and erred on the side of caution.

Case in point, he also made sure his large caliber handgun on his hip was clearly visible, though he kept both his hands on his rifle's butt, away from the handgun holster. The last thing he wanted was to scare off this stranger, and his only ticket out of here.

Light glinted off his shiny dome again as he closed the remaining distance with her, his last few steps dragging through the sand slightly. He stopped a comfortable distance in front of her and let out a motionless sigh, gripping his rifle's stock loosely, his energy feeling particularly drained in the hot air. He silently looked the girl up and down, trying to think of the last time he'd seen a woman, or anyone, for that matter.

He noted the shuttle still sitting behind her and cocked his head to the side quizzically, a small antenna on his head flicking up. He reached up and fidgeted with another, broken, antenna on his head and finally broke the silence, asking "Ya mind giving me a ride out of this sandbox?" His four "eyes", set in two diagonal pairs on each side expanded their inner aperture despite the glaring sun, the two smaller outer lenses flicked faintly red in the center as his infrared vision kicked on.

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Rei raised an eyebrow as the cyborg stopped a few yards short of her. "Well I guess..." She started to say then paused, trailing off. "Say what're you doing out here anyway?" Rei asked rudely, without introduction. She had mostly decided he wasn't hostile, and not out to give her much trouble other than begging for a ride. She even wondered if she could put him to work somehow fixing a few things on her ship that always seemed to be in need of fixing.

"But yeah, I suppose I could give you a ride out.. although I've got something I need to finish first." She finally said.

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Prioxis rolled his shoulder, stretching his metal ligaments which hissed quietly with the effort. His head fell with relief and then tilted to the side lazily. "Aye, thank ya." He gruffly sighed, his breathe broken up by some minute static. He straightened back out, his submissive demeanor suddenly gone. "What kind of business do you have in a wasteland like this?" He glanced around Rei, checking out the shuttle again. He looked back to her, fiddling with a metal part on his chin. "I'd be happy to help finish it."

He avoided answering her first question, though less out of defense and more from general confusion. He couldn't quite remember why he was out here, no matter how much he thought staring at the horizon would help jog his memory.

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"Stuff." Rei shrugged her own answer as equally vague as Prioxis's; her's mostly out of defense instead of confusion. "And don't think about it, I'm sure I can find something for you to do." She added thinking about a few things down in the engine room. While it may have seemed an odd thought or turn of phrase, in all honesty all Rei saw was a cyborg that possibly had military components that could be useful in the short if not long run.

"I mean... junk. It falls out of orbit, happens to have pricey kit on it." She explained further suspecting she'd more than likely confused him further with her first answer. "Pricey kit brings a good return, ya know?"

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Prioxis nodded at Rei knowingly, thinking of the rebel traders he used to peddle military junk to. He knew orbital debris can have some rare components, worth a quick trip to the desert for. "Well, if its orbital debris it could be heavy. I can help you move it." He flexed his large, synthetic biceps to make a point. At peak condition he's flipped tanks before, with effort. His current ragged condition might make tank flipping slightly beyond difficult, but he could still lift several tons. Some fallen satellite shouldn't be any trouble, he thought.

Prioxis moved a little closer to Rei, and extended a large metal hand, hoping to buy his ride out as soon as he could. Weighing the dangers of exposure to the danger of trusting this stranger, he easily decided he'd take his chances with this woman.

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Rei shifted her weight slightly where she stood close to ankle deep in the sand, it was a risk, but nothing she hadn't taken before. "Alright, I suppose I could use your help with that." She agreed thoughtfully. It would be nice to be able to get some of the heavier components back to her ship, but she would have to be careful not to weigh things down too much.

Motioning to Prioxis, she instructed him to follow her back to the shuttle. "C'mon. The sooner I'm off this dirt ball the better." She remarked brusquely.

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Again Prioxis nodded, and followed Rei's lead heading toward the shuttle. A gust of sand whipped up his cloak, and loosened some of his gear, making a clinking sound in the dry air. He fiddled with an antenna on his head, the hot sun still shining off of any parts that weren't worn yet. As he entered the shuttle, leaving the desert's assault behind, he took another look at the blue haired woman ahead of him, and thought for a moment about his new, cautious partner. From what she'd said so far, she may be in the scavenging business, but its equally possible this was some other kind of quest. As far as he was concerned she was a ride, and he'd happily exchange some menial labor to get out of this wasteland. It wouldn't be the first time he was someone's muscle.

As he crossed the threshold of the shuttle door, sand falling from his worn boots as they landed with a thud on the metal floor, he again thought about what the woman had asked him. Why was he out here? His recent past alluded him, his last memory being that of receiving some kind of mission. He remembered being told to walk into this desert, or maybe he was dropped off? He remembered it had something to do with his skills, and his durable cyborg body. Finally he remembered that he had planned on staying in the desert for a long while. He shook his head, breaking his line of thought as his lenses adjusted to the dimmer light of the shuttle and took in the inside of the craft.

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The same gust of wind and sand blew the brightly dyed blue strands of hair about Rei's face, most of it now obscured by darkly tinted goggles and buff against the dust of the desert sand. "Now on to more pressing business." She said as she stomped the sand out of her boots upon entering the shuttle. The thing was old and looked like it could barely get out of it's own way, much less find itself capable of atmospheric flight. "Strap yourself in, or whatever it is you cyborgs do." Rei added before punching the switch to close the door.

Impatient as always, she ran on some sort of internal clock that only she knew about. Rushing about the cabin to do a few last pre-flight checks she flopped unceremoniously down into the pilot's seat. "Alright Specter, time to go!" She announced to some unseen entity, more than likely the AI tied to a much larger ship up in orbit. Hearing static in response Rei quickly switched channels on a previously unseen earpiece nestled into her left ear amongst the various piercings, each with a different type of stud or ring; some more exotic than others. "Specter, report." Rei said a little more seriously this time before giving the console a smack.

"Yes mistress! The object you desire is little over 5 clicks away!" The AI chirped in response, as if it had known what she were requesting. "Good, anything nearby?" Rei asked as she started the shuttle engines, hoping that they hadn't been clogged with sand during her first little excursion.

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Prioxis looked about the cabin of the old shuttle, none to impressed by the worn out machinery. He would be the last person to complain though, given his sorry state, and kept his metaphorical mouth shut about any reservation he may have of the shuttle's flight capabilities.

"Strap yourself in, or whatever is is you cyborgs do." Prioxis clicked his head in the blue haired woman's direction. She hurriedly checked the inside of the cabin, messing with dials and readouts. She likely didn't need help piloting her own craft, so he let out an affirmative mechanical grunt, and moved closer to the front viewport, near the pilot seat. He simply reached up and braced himself against the bulkhead of the craft, sparing the old seats from testing his weight. Besides, his leg actuators would keep him balanced against even light G-force as long as he stayed braced against something, low energy levels non-withstanding.

Rei seemed to address some other person or entity, and for a split second Prioxis boosted his biometric and electromagnetic scanners, fearfully he had missed some other person in the cabin. His heads up display silently chirped an all clear, puzzling him further. When another synth voice finally responded to Rei he nearly smacked his own face. "Of course she's talking to an AI, you daft idiot." He thought to himself. The AI also reminded him of some unpleasant memories, and he unconsciously flexed his free hand in response.

If the AI was able to pick up any life within a large radius of the shuttle, it may notice three medium sized lifeforms nearly 7 kilometers away, very slowly converging on the object 5 kilometers away. If the AI's scanners were powerful enough to detect what they were it may recognize the lifeforms to be Desert Skits, a lizard looking arthropod pack hunter, considered an invasive species and also completely out of their normal ecosystem here in the lifeless Dying Sands.

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The craft shuttered as it started to lift off from the sand, gaining what seemed like tenuous altitude while it's pilot continued to converse with the onboard AI or at times themselves. "Green across the board, and we're airborne. Can't ask for much more than that." Rei mumbled to herself as she eased the throttle forwards and pulled back on the controls to gain further height.

"Mistress!" The AI chirped happily again, as if its newly acquired information was something good and to be proud of. In a lot of ways the current sim that Rei used, was more like an overeager puppy than a computer simulation meant to communicate information and run tasks it's user could not upon careful instruction. "Not now Specter..." She growled as she fought to gain altitude in the old shuttle. "But mistress....!!!" The AI whined in a high pitched voice in Rei's ear, causing her to scowl. "Mistress!!" The AI continued to whine until she finally was willing to pay attention to whatever it wanted.

"For the love of god, what the hell do you want?!" Rei finally snapped as the AI sent a HUD image through into the retinal projector she wore embedded in a lense in her right eye, which communicated with the piece in her ear. "3 new unidentifieds and they appear to be moving!" This only caused Rei's frown to deepen as she studied the map after switching over to the auto pilot. "Say, did you ever send out a distress beacon or somethin? Because we've got company headed towards that site I was talkin' about."

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Prioxis' large frame lurched slightly with the effort of the shuttle, but he otherwise seemed motionless. His pilot seemed to be preoccupied with something when another itch caused Prioxis to reach up and fiddle with his antenna. Peering outside he noticed that the shuttle was gaining altitude at laborious rate, and the itch seemed to worsen in response. "I hate flying," he thought, another memory flashing by and gone before he could grab it in its clarity.

Suddenly, Rei seemed to snap at something, and then began concentrating on something else, a rather unhappy look across her face. She looked back and asked Prioxis about any distress beacons, which puzzled him. "Hm, well if I'm honest I don't remember much, must be this heat," he lamely replied. "Its possible I sent out a distress call, don't know that I have the range to do much good. Could be help." He pondered a little longer but didn't remember anything new. It wasn't likely he could broadcast a distress call to reach anyone, but technically he might have, he thought.

A suspicion at the back of his mind nagged at him though, and he moved his cloak to show his handgun. "And in case its not help out there... this shuttle have any firepower?" Prioxis glowered, not expecting too much from this old craft.

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"Help? Out here?" Rei asked incredulously. It had been assumed that this was a largely uninhabited area, or at least that's what her initial examination of the area had told her; until she'd run into Prioxis. "Well.. this does put a damper on things doesn't it?" She muttered briefly switching over to autopilot as she considered their options.

"As for firepower, it's got moderate point defense devices, but there's no telling what good it's gonna do with out potential visitors." Rei added thoughfully, answering Prioxis's earlier question. "Say, Spectre, do you have anything else for us on those blips?" She asked while waiting for a response. "Nothing yet, madam! We would have to be in closer proximity for my sensors to pick up anything other than distance." The AI chirped, this time sound playing through the speaker instead of Rei's ear piece. "Hmm.. not much help." She muttered again.

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Prioxis nodded, not too surprised about the lack of firepower, though he'd like a little more data from the scans. "If it looks like trouble the point defenses can buy us time to bug out." With the ship now stable he took his hand off the bulkhead and unholstered his handgun. With mechanical fluidity he counted his spare ammo and magazines while looking around fuselage. "Or, if you're set on collecting the stuff, we might be able to handle it." He looked Rei up and down again, his lenses whirling to adjust and measure her up. She looked equipped and ready, the only non-utilitarian aspect of her being her blue hair and rather expertly applied make-up. His gut told him she was experienced, and likely fully capable of handling a dangerous situation.

He cocked his head at Rei and tapped his rifle slung over his back, and and then another, larger but shorter barreled rifle resting near his waist. "We can engage them from a ballistic advantage distance, if you have any long rifles," he queried. He hoped she had experience with long range shooting, though the typical scavengers and lone agents did. He thought about the likelihood of those blips being help, and again felt an itch from one of his antenna.