Post by Marrow on Jun 16, 2022 11:37:07 GMT -5
Marci opened the door of her shared hovel, appreciating the tepid cool air of the mostly-functioning air conditioning as she casually dumped the spoils of her shopping trip on the kitchen entryway counter. A few of the crew members greeted her, the girl politely reciprocating the gesture even as she single-mindedly went for a particular door. Two knocks and a voice called out from within: "Come on in." Nichols' room was a cluttered, haphazard mess of various electronics in a wide range of workable states, ranging from literal birds' nests of wires and cables to fully functioning restored antique pieces. Marrow ignored the sights to step closer to the Heran typing away in his chair, the Alien pushing up his blue-light goggles as soon as he noticed who exactly came to pay him a visit. "Oh, Marci. Good to see you again! If this is about the music player, almost finished, just need to-"
The hybrid wordlessly handed over Three-Fourteen's data device, Nichols taking it with a small amount of trepidation as he looked it over. "Well. Some actual factory-grade tech, huh? What's the occasion?" From another pocket, the girl procured a more low-key data stick in the form of a USB, reaching to plug it directly into the Heran's current computer. "Hey, hey! Those things are dangerous if-" The secondary stick held only one file, massive as it was. Marci's semi-pleasant demeanor dropped to her far more snakelike one, the Heran noticing and opening the new file up without complaint. "...This thing again? Just to be clear, boss, you're in charge, and I won't say no even if this is what I think it is, but this design... it's-"
"A bomb."
The hybrid wordlessly handed over Three-Fourteen's data device, Nichols taking it with a small amount of trepidation as he looked it over. "Well. Some actual factory-grade tech, huh? What's the occasion?" From another pocket, the girl procured a more low-key data stick in the form of a USB, reaching to plug it directly into the Heran's current computer. "Hey, hey! Those things are dangerous if-" The secondary stick held only one file, massive as it was. Marci's semi-pleasant demeanor dropped to her far more snakelike one, the Heran noticing and opening the new file up without complaint. "...This thing again? Just to be clear, boss, you're in charge, and I won't say no even if this is what I think it is, but this design... it's-"
"A bomb."
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