>>1584674
>Hover-bike. The form of transport you are most comfortable with, but has the highest chance of death.
What are we, a fucking pussy?

>>1584674
>(a) Hover-bike. The form of transport you are most comfortable with, but has the highest chance of death.

>>1584674
>Hover bike

Calling Vote. (a) wins. Roll dice. Please no crit fail.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1584780
Time to die, bitches.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1584780

>>1584785
Wow.

Note, Lowest is best.

Well, Since 1 is literally the lowest possible result, and lower is better. This is going to be... fun...

Writing.

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Walking over to what looks like a bike without wheels, you take care with your eye, not to make sudden eye movements. This eye problem has only occurred once, which was right after getting surgery to implant your HUD overlay device on your optical nerves. Then again, these things break down eventually.

As you approach, the bike begins to whir softly going through all the start procedures. As you stand a metre away from it, bike launches up to the height of an actual bike, the sound of three miniature jet engines firing up. Quickly swinging on, you check over all the setting on your bike, turn on the turbo, and speed off.

Having a hover-bike in the first place is rare. In fact, only certain members of the Solar Army have access to these things, and even fewer know how to use one effectively. You, however, take to it like walking, pushing every bit of the machine to the limit. Being a hover-craft, speed was not that much of an issue. The air had little friction over you. As such, you flew through traffic, passing cars in an instant, taking short cuts cars, and empty footpaths.

Just as your GPS system notified you that the HQ was around the building, your eye flickered again, and stays offline. For some reason, you feared nothing. Putting your faith into your skills, you speed up. You only notice that you were airborne when you land perfectly next to the Department 7 car park. As you park the bike and hurry off towards the building entrance, Angel pipes up again. "And he sticks the landing."

The Department 7 building was interesting. It was situated in the middle of the commercial district of London, but it didn't stand out. The smooth glass paneling made it look like all the other skyscrapers surrounding it. As you breeze past all the security checks, the officials and Department 7 rookies lining up at the desk to get entry stare at you in slight disbelief and annoyance.

You arrive two sets of elevators, one heading up towards the administrator section of Department 7, the other leading towards the training, research and development, and weapons testing facilities. Where do you want to do?

(a) Go up and see what the big-wigs are doing.
(b) Go down and get this eye checked out.

>>1585003
>(b) Go down and get this eye checked out.

>>1585003
>(b) Go down and get this eye checked out.
If we give it half a chance, that eye problem will fuck us up.

>>1585003
>Go up and see what the big-wigs are doing.

(b) wins. Writing

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Without hesitation, you enter the elevator. Almost as soon as you enter, the door closes and quickly, the elevator descends. As the door opens at the bottom, the sound of typing, electricity and the occasional order coming from one of the hundreds of coordinators sat at the monitors and terminals in the main section.

Rushing towards the research and development sector, a informative notice slides into view in your working eye. "Attention all Department 7 operatives. Currently, sections three to eighteen have been sealed off due to an unexpected event in 'Drake's Lab'. Unless you have been given express permission, or are currently wearing a radiation suit, you are not allowed to enter such sections. Thank you."

With this announcement, you realise that the person who was going to help you fix your eye is probably stablising that stupid element that he discovered. As such, you have two options left. 1. Visit Yoko, as she is the leading expert on cybernetics, but get bombarded with the stupidity that is having family in the workplace. or 2. Find Call sign: "Omni".

(a) Sister Yoko. Better to get the best treatment, even it degrades your soul.
(b) Find Omni. She might be able to fix this.

>>1586129
>(b) Find Omni. She might be able to fix this.
Sister Yoko sounds like a bad stripper.

>>1586129
>Find Omni
New character ahoy!!

B wins, will begin writing tomorrow.

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You don't feel like going to find Yoko is a good idea right now. Firstly, Drake fucked up and almost blew up half the world, yet again, meaning you have to take the super long way around the research and development sector, or get yourself a radiation suit. Secondly, Yoko is probably streaming that stupid video game she made you buy with the "luxury goods" money that you have been storing up since she bought the last AAA title.

With that option kicked out, which sort of happened when Angel's visual form engulfing the overlay in your right eye, you were left with Omni. The reason why you even though about heading towards them was because they have been "looking after" you since you joined. Also, they know advanced cybernetic theory, so might as well get that fixed up. With that, Angel quickly pinged Omni and you were on your way towards the testing range.

When you arrive in the testing range, the sounds of guns being fired, grenades exploding and rockets streaking away into what ever was being used as a target. Sat on the far end of the range was Melissa "Omni" Thorne (see left). She got her call sign due to the her extreme dedication in learning everything possible in terms of policing, security, stealth, languages and diplomacy, marksmanship and many more. And as before, she knew cybernetic theory, surgery and CQC, although the last one isn't all that useful unless it's euthanasia. As you approached, she stood, holding the newest gauss rifle that had been developed. There was a second, before the loud blast that is the air rushing out of the barrel echoed through the range, the small human shaped figure at the other end of the range splintering.

Turning on the safety, taking off the earmuffs she was wearing and placing the rifle down, she turned to face you, smiling slightly before immediately turning to a slight frown as she gently opens your eye further to see whats going on. "*sigh* Sweety, what happened this time?" She asked, carefully touching your eye, that currently has not sense of feeling. Not really expecting an answer, she let go and started moving towards the medical area near the range, which has always been there in case an accident occurred in the range. When you enter, she gently pats the already set up medical bed.

With reluctance, you sit down and immediately begin the preparations to begin surgery and/or repair. As you relax and let her mark your face with surgery lines, you...

(a) Thank her for performing surgery on you, even though Angel has begun to pull up the list of things she needs to be doing.
(b) Talk about your recent operation in Berlin. She doesn't know about Berlin, as that was literally two days ago.
(c) Talk about personal stuff. She has always been support to you in the past, so go ahead.

>>1590268
>Talk about personal stuff. She has always been support to you in the past, so go ahead.
Shrink AHOY!!

>>1590268
>(b) Talk about your recent operation in Berlin. She doesn't know about Berlin, as that was literally two days ago.

>>1590279
Ah, didn't notice there was only one vote, and I don't want to hold this up. Switching to this.

C wins, Next post will be last. Writing.

It has been a long time since your last councilor session with Melissa. Three years in fact, when your arm was blown off and you had what were the beginnings of PTSD. You complain about Yoko forgetting to tell you stuff in your missions. You tell her about Casper and his stupid quest to find out how many shots are actually in your revolver. You also tell her about the time that Michael picked up blackjack again, only to lose about half his months salary to Drake.

In return, Melissa told you about how a rookie ended up with three broken ribs and a fractured humerus when they challenged her to a sparring match, one of the conspiracies that had recently been cooked up about Longbow (which is that he is actually a member of a secret sector of Department 7 that is there to do all the dirty black ops (which is sort of close)), and the fact that Zero had given her free time.

As she finishes her third story, she gently presses a syringe into your right arm, quickly injecting the anaesthetic into your bloodstream. "You'll be out for about twelve hours. Don't worry about Yoko. I told her what's going on, and Zero has taken you off the work log." As your only good eye slowly shuts, Angel's coding fires up, quickly taking over a monitor and speaker in the room, displaying your mental activity and providing information about you, from the inside. The last things you see before you fall into a deep sleep are four words, written in the bright red that would indicate Daemon. "We have got you."

That's it for this thread. Stay tuned for more shenanigans with Deltorian.