>>5671374The wooden arm... Where do you even GET wood in a place like this?
the arm says, in an obviously fake posh accent. How do you even get an accent in an internal data transmission? Whatever, it can move and it has enough fingers to hold a spraycan, it can get to work fixing this mess of a colorscheme.
The rusty arm with an useless hand was quickly derusted, defingered, and welded to a piece of rebar that 2L(now 4L) got at a discount, all courtesy of 1C and it's engineering kit.
The 1C... they spent 70% of their savings on THIS? Sure, it's got a plasma torch, a taser, myriads of sensors, a processor like nothing 4L ever saw before, and even a little compartment for storing doohickeys... but it's all USELESS when the damn thing is a stout pacifist! 4L can't even try to bash a cashier's head in without it piping up to chastise it! What a drag.
4L leaves the store as it always does, fuming mad and with a promise to return and buy more. This time it's got a hand that can flip people off though, so it does that too.
Now standing on the street, at about midnight, 4L thinks of what to do next... It could always just find some bystanders to rob, or maybe join a new merc team, but it'd have to wait until the merc HR office reopens in the morning for that... Could look for solo jobs, or-
Speaking of solo jobs, Right Leg is getting an encrypted call. Sounds like a request from the Meat Mafia, something to do with a trio of human mercs interrupting operations. The payout is decent, if a bit slimy; this job is worth looking into. Just gotta spin it the right way so the other limbs don't get suspicious... 