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You are Nomad, a parasitic entity that serves as the leader of Able Squad aka Unable Squad, a team composed of seven misfit girls with more than a few problems. Your current Prime Host is one Lieutenant Rodney Watkins, a veteran of the Cryptid Wars.
Your squad has been granted a brief vacation until 10 AM tomorrow while Command is conducting major internal and external investigations.

After visiting your squadmates Veronika and Shizi, you decided to visit Vivel, the squad's loyal yet sleepy assassin. After filling you in a little on several things she abruptly retired on the floor.

--
"Fuuuuyuuu...snarnnggg..." Vivel alternates between odd sounds and snoring.
"Mueeeeh..." She's slightly loud.

After a glance around the room filled with couches and beds, you check your PDA.
8:49 PM.

You look down at Vivel, her arms hugging empty space.
>Put Vivel to bed.
>Wake her up and ask a few more questions.
>Let her sleep on the floor.
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>>35814651
>Put Vivel to bed.
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>Put Vivel to bed.
Might as well make sure she sleeps comfortably.
Her bodysuit is somewhat slippery in your hands as you pick her up, weight-wise she's pretty light.
Looking between a nearby bed or couch, you elect to place her onto the bed. Already a blanket there anyway, which you pull over her.
"Fuuuu...." She sleeps with a light smile on her face.
...
You sit down in one of the fancy couches in the foyer of Vivel's mansion, for a half-minute enjoying the comfort given by a piece of furniture probably more expensive than half of your apartment.
Slowly you take out your PDA again and bring up the Unable To Locate App
once more. Looking at the locations of your squadmates and their homes on the map, you consider things for a moment.


Who to visit next...

>Jezori the alchemist grenadier
>Suko the Valkyrie gunner
>Teza the psionic mechanic
>Hazuko the loli bard
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>>35815443
>Teza the psionic mechanic
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>>35815443
>Teza the psionic mechanic
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>Teza the psionic mechanic

Unlike the rest, Teza's signal is a bit far from home, to be precise outside the city and in one of the orbital station's vehicle workshops.
Better get walking...
Screw that.
--

You step off the small white tram before it speeds off elsewhere into Little Downtown's underground tunnels.
Typing and sending a "Thanks" message to the station's AI (unnamed, says it doesn't mind) on your PDA, you head down a well-lit metallic hallway.
Workshop C7, there's the (knobless) door. Must slide.
You knock.
"I'm busy!" You hear Teza's voice shout.
"It's me." You say.
"Boss!? Why are...nevermind, come on in!" The metallic door slides open.

Like most places your squadmates use, the room's a little dark though brighter than the others.
At least nine tables, covered with everything from tools to materials to blueprints, are spread throughout the room. Several devices and small vehicles, both incomplete and otherwise, dot the workshop.
By one of the walls is Teza near the top of a ladder with her welding mask flipped up, in her hands a wrench with what looks like a retractable screwdriver. Several other tools float about, all working on what looks like a mech with at least nine different armaments visible.

You blink when you see the ladder float off the ground and move a half-foot.
>"What are you working on?"
>"This your own project?"
>"Need any help?"
>"Anything I shouldn't be touching?"
>"Why do you call me 'Boss'?"
>[insert option]
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>>35817109
>"What are you working on?"
>"Anything I shouldn't be touching?"
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>"What are you working on?"
>"Anything I shouldn't be touching?"

"What are you working on?" You watch as a telekinetically-floating device drills into part of the mech, causing several parts to fall off.
"Shit, wrong spot...Uh, it's an FTL-enabled travel mech Boss, designed mainly to be slept or relaxed in while protected by automated weapons! You can watch TV inside while it annihilates entire fighter squadrons!" She says excitedly.
"FTL?" You ask. Your mind doesn't remember that term.
"Faster-Than-Light, can go superspeed in normal space or in other dimensions to reach a destination! This one's one of the latter with its Warpspace Drive!" Teza seems to shout most things while working, even though her tools are quieter than you expected.
"Does it have a name?"
"The XXYX-Destuco Shipper! They forgot the 'r' in paperwork but the name stuck."
You nod, watching her work. She's pretty efficient, doing mulitple tasks at a time with her abilities. It becomes clear though that her work is slowed by not being able to see everything as she works, occaisonally relying on her memory to direct a tool on a spot that's out of her field of vision.
Two mirrors lie beneath the mech, shattered. One solution that might not work...
"Anything I shouldn't be touching?" You ask while looking away and glancing at the rest of the workshop.
"Nothing but the chairs Boss! Too man-" She shouts in a more serious tone before pausing to prevent a minigun from falling off.

You listen as she continues.
"Too many, uh...Lot of stuff's fragile, quite a bit of things I can't risk a scratch on regardless of durability, and there's a bunch that's dangerous, could hit a pressure switch for a cannon or shock yourself!"
"I see..."
>Have a seat in one of the chairs.
>"This your own project?"
>"Need any help?"
>"Who's going to be using it?"
>[insert option]
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Bump I guess.
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>>35818827
I am sorry that I suck OP(am normally a reader rather than a participator)
I vote to take a seat
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>Have a seat in one of the chairs.
Wordlessly you sit down in one of the chairs, turning it to the face the mech and Teza. You watch.
And watch. Without a word you observe every movement.
You watch her work on the mech.
You blink. A man crafting his spear.
Blink. A hunter making a bow.
Blink. Men and women being forced to construct a ballista.
Blink. A man making his tools in the smelter.
Blink. A middle-aged man, working on a car.
Blink. A late teenager working on a motorcycle. It falls on him.
Working on fixing making repairing creating maintaining adjusting improving a tool cart urn cannon bicycle tank car spaceship skateboard truck robot painting huma-
"Boss?" The mechanic's voice cuts in with a worried tone.
"Yes?" You respond, resisting some odd need to shake your head or breathe heavily.
"Uh nothing, just that you were staring a damn hole through the Destuco!"
>"Don't worry about it, I'm fine."
>"I was remembering a few...flashes I guess I'd call them."
>"So, this your own project?"
>"Who's going to be using the Destuco?"
>[insert option]
>>
Hate to do this but I'm going to have call it a night, falling asleep and no votes.
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>>35823668
Fuck, how'd I not see this thread up. Gonna have to start checking your twitter more often OP, when do you think you will run next?
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>>35823668

It's late and I missed this one but I've followed you on twitter.. I'll try to archive binge.



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