She spins again, then leans over and kisses him on his forehead.
"As do you my little warhammer"
She then takes on a seruses look.
"I just hope all this helps us find out what has happened to our daughter."
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She showed off her suit to her husband, "Most of its a Wrecked killbot from the arina, impervious reinforced Adamantium with an internal inertia damping force field. The tail I got from a Mecha parts shop, said it came from a scorpion war Robot. It has its own sub-AI slaved." Then long wolverine like blades spring out of her hands. "I will not tell you where I got these, but they have singer wire cutting edges. So what do you think, I call it my dice and slice outfit." She did a spin for him, her tail swinging out and cutting throw a steel table leg like butter. "So let's get ready, Terexa, talking to our new chum now"
They had time, so she went out and crafted a new suit with what’s was local. Lyra had the tools needed in her n space pouch.
Lyra waits as well, she had on her a small N-space pouch from which she pulled a Android wafer, and a parcel wrapped in brown paper. He handed the latter to Arlo. Inside was large Dwarven brown bread, honey and ripe Cheese sandwich. The Android wafer she nibbled on. "best have something to eat dear, this may be a long one"
She whispers back Arlo:
As do you dear, and wait until you see what I have under all these thrills. But that can wait till later. I think things have turned a little more complicated. ::"So whats the plan, we do the deal and see who jumps?"::
Lyra looks around not paying much heed, like the good Hanger on Bimbo she is trying to be.
Lyra opens her suit and jumps out, reaching back in she pulls out a bag in which is her Noble clothing from Sigil. "Well Husband mine, shell we take the roles of rich lady and gruff bodyguard once more."
She said nothing. But thought on what had been said.
She thinks about this. Gifts world, he made this place, and yet she sent a message. Lyra knew her Daughter but a god, one that would be now 1000s of years old. A being on a whole other plane of existence. She just could not think about that right now. But what Arlo had said rang true. If Gift was trying to reach out to them, then she may only be able to do so in this way. "I trust you with this Arlo, you understand divinity more than me."
She walks with her husband "Arlo what I don't get is how all this helps us with Gift message? We wanted to get the mecha computers to decode it and now we are looking for some lower planes smugglers."
As they prep and place the pirates into cold sleep she checks her suit, fixing and repairing it. Her seage railgun was gone, beyond repair, buit the suit itself was a weapon. It would have to do. Packing in survival gear and tech kit she went to Arlo and checked he was ready. At Sarokin Time Crystal she had her senses up and followed the others.
"So then what next"
Lyra looks at the three. "Just be aware I don't trust you. One wrong move and I will end you"
Lyra jumps out of her suit and sits at the C and C, "Ok lets see of I can undo this mess, and find that link to my daughters code"
Her finders move with blinding speed as she starts to code, making her own AI Agents to hunt for the code form gift, and well as check the fire wall branches and making it so that only she could use them, at some point her fingers stop and she formed a direct link to the system. The speed now is impossible to follow. Her voice comes over the ships PA, while Lyra sits unmoving.
"You remind me that time we went to the buti-spa and you sank in the mud bath. Let me sort that for you dear" her nanite field extends and starts to clean of Arlo
"You scrub up well don't ya" She out in laughter again as she finishing off cleaning him up. Then more seriously she says "Lost my gun, so its hand to hand form here out"
Lyra in her suit had to wait while it rebooted, 'System check, check, initiating reappear units, operator check, check, initiating reappear units" lyra felt the influx of nineties into her system, starting the repair process, just as her suits systems did the same. ROlls:
Cure Critical Wounds Make Whole Greater
Lyra shakly gets back up, and looks for where her railgun was. Its was a mess taking the full blast on her back, now just junk. She then sees Arlo and runs over, seeing he is hurt but ok she stops before she wades in to help him out the goo. She busts out laughing. "Well you at you, all lubricated up and no place to go"
throw gritted teeth in pain, she says in a low voice "Get the PS*&%(ed" Before keling over.
Lyra standing behind Arlo sees the sees the toxic mucus coming at Arlo and moves, stepping over her husband, and spreading her Mecas wings to while kneeling down, making herself a shield to protect him and take the full brunt of the hit herself.
Her rolls:
She is stunned by the impact,which almosts knocks her over, it hurt bad but none of the veil fluid gets into her suit.
::"Perfect"::
Then targets the breach in its skin. The Anaimatine round accelerating down the massive rail guns barrel, a fleashet the size of needle traveling at 14 times the speed of sound.
Even from your gun one shot won't be enough, but we should see if he's willing to talk before firing. One sign he's planning something, though... "Terexa, You underestimate the amount of power I can place in this thing. It has three settings, that was setting 1"
lyra lifts her weapon off her back, now fully charged, "Say the word and I'll send Throat back to the hells"
She hefts the massive weapon up, and locks it back into place on her Mecha's bodys back, it Standing some 16' tall the thing still seems large on her back. Its power cells spent it starts the long process of recharging. "Sorry Terexaltherin, I will remember that next time" In front of her the aftermath of mist is wafting away.
"Keep your head down dear this is going to be loud" Then she lines up as many of the targets as she can in a line, and fires her massive seage rail gun. With a blast wave from something the saze of a battleship gun going off.
Surprise round 1st HW Siege RailGun 100lb size large, 2H [1BP = 5 Shots]
Everything in a line for 800' takes 76DMG {P} with 8 points of sonic dmg to everthing 5' each side of that line. As the boom reverarates evering in a line from it thats not impossibly hard is turned into an expanding mist cloud and organic shrapnel.
Lyra is at the ready but waits. The others seem to have found some great leeds
There is a whining sound from behind `and above Arlo, as slowly the barrel of a very very large rail-gun looms, pointing ominously at the target of his words. The 16' tall Mecha holding it, locks its stance to take the back wash if it fires it. "Just say when baby"
She stands still, her massive rail gun on her back. But she was not inactive, putting ser sceners to full range she scans of anything off.
"Scanning"
She brings the ship into land, and drops the exit ramp, heading to the Cargo Bay Lyra suits up. "Clime on Baby, I will have you there in now time." And with that she takes off. Soom they get to the ancient pyramid can lands. As they other set off she walks over them, Lucky this pyramid was mide of a grand size, and she was able to follow them down its great hallways. Always at the back she hovers just behind them.
She pecks her husband on his cheeck, "Thank you honey I do my best" Standing back up she looks over at the monitors, "We have two hours"
She gets then under ice while the others carry on the investigation
I am on a biz trip from tonight, could you bot my PC for a while
"Give me the word and they are red mist"
"Understood locking targets, waiting for fire command, note don't be close to them when I fire"
Lyra was ensconced from a sniper spot, A very large rail gun was trained on the location. She started to study them. "I have them in my scope"
She tells the others about the link.
Lyra works on seeing if she can hack systems to see if she can find a way to read the Cystal Gift sent them, "I agree this has to be stopped"
"I have been mapping out the systems, are a core level. There is indeed a worry in the "Spirits" and in AI cores that counterfeit and/or tainted parts may enter the complex. I think your right, we need a QT and Detection system in place to flag any that do enter the local Mech-system s"
Job
Info collecting.
Technologist Investigator
Technology (Su)
While keeping an ear to the ground on what is going off gossip wise
::"They have paid couses here on clock-working and other engineering skills. I am going to enroll on a course of study. Arlo I bet they have ones on smithing"::
Lyra jumped out of the pilots seat and headed to the hold where her Mecha suit was, jumping in, she mind linked to it and powered up. Linking for the duration. She grabbed her railgun and locks it into place on her back. "Right then ready to head out" She follows the others down to the back water plaza
She tells the other v the telepathy link. Seeing a few Mechanoids her size and bigger working away. "I am going to fit right in here" She says to the others.
As she prints she says. "Well I got the info I needed." As she looks at the printer. "The thing you have to understand about a world governed by overlaying rules and systems. Is that you can have maddingly contradivive systems running against each other, because of history, orthodoxy and the fact the system hates to change. For any decision to be made, committees need to be formed, and sub-committees to work out and agree what the committees procedure will be, who gets to sit where and who talks when, Worlds like this are not well oiled Machines of afficancy, they are billions upon billions of miss-matched interlinking parts oiled by bureaucracy and procedure. It can take a lifetime just to report a lost cat. But the one thing that cuts through all this, is those who collect the lifeblood of this mind numbing complex system and that is Taxes." She hands out the IDs, "Death and Taxes they say, the two constants. These IDs identify you as roving tax inspectors, with all the rights therein. They can open most doors but can also get us killed should we come across anyone powerfull avoiding their taxes. That is plan B, Plan A are these" She hands out another ID to everyone. "They identify us as offworld Traders, us these for now, other if they get past them. Your undercover tax inspectors. See plans within plans"
"You have no idea, Multi layer encryption with reduncades, snoop and Thwaker bots, tricky but logical and thats its weakness. A mind of laws can't comprehend chaotic alternate patternation of the very simple. Hence." She lifts off the VR hood, "While its dealing with the complex I just did, our two master thieves here, should just go disable the traps and pick the front door." She gets up and gets ready to enter once they have done that.
"My turn, you want to see what a wizard level hacker can do, then hold on to you Cyber hats." She Pulls down a headset in clicks it into place. It powers up and she starts her hack-run.
Fumming that her Husband my have come across an old GF. Lyra focuses on flight the Darn ship. She sends over the mind link "I don't want that Huzzy on my ship, understood"
Lyra looks very hard at her Husband. and mouths "one night Belbalew??" But leaves it at that, letter her jealousy stue till later
Lyra installed her suit in teh cargo bay, with tools and a small lab.
As the parents came into scanning range, She activates comms, "Who would like to talk to them, use the mic there, red button to activate."
Lyra nodded. "I can help with the cover alts, A ninite injection with return any scans done on you as Biomechanical, A small Bio-neural-lace implant will give you a level of connectivity to local amenities, and a link to the local net. I will add in a in-eye map HUD so we don't get lost. It will be limited connection, I want a firewall cut off so we don't get back hacked. Or you can have a PDA doing the same thing." She takes hers out to show them, then checks an inventory on it. "As for the orbital probes I have a number and we can planshift any we need into orbit. And that key will let me copy local ids as needed. Once I am back at the lab, I can get them sorted."
Change mag
Job done.
They wanted to be sent back to the hells, Lyra loaded solid shot in her Auto shotgun, ready to do just that.
Lyra chuckles herself as her husband goes full whuuup-AA^As, but keeps herself to herself, she is giving nothing away. They would get nothing out of her and her Impregnable Mind.
She held her tongue to herself as they talk of Gift, but she like the others does not believe they are telling the truth but why. Gift had chosen her path, but how did they know about her? that was the questions.
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