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Bubba.v2 loudly declares a willingness to wear people's flesh as fashion in the middle of the carriage where everyone can hear them shout that at the top of their lungs, and every trooper in attendance immediately decides that this psychopathic collection of bolts and wires need watching. Those who can do so cough and shift and make slow, awkward movements, as they try not to make it too obvious they're preparing armour piercing munitions or checking their explosive stashes.
Everyone's otherwise pretty pleasant escape along the curious track is spoiled and the mood rather sours, since outburst about wearing people as a hat tends to make the poor people who have flesh to be thus worn a little on edge.
Whatever morale bonus any trooper *did* have from surviving the recent cavalcade of horror is now effectively zero, and, yeah, they're watching you. First move towards ripping someone's skin off, you're being downgraded to spare parts.
Wirehead.
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Samantha, Wilder, Hibiscus, Autarch and Chimera ponder and consider and glance into the carriage.
Samantha translates a somewhat terse diplomatic missive, which is underscored by the distant rattling of a can bouncing off of a tunnel wall (the echo rolls along the tunnel system, somewhat loud, sudden, before fading like a distant ghost).
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Nadir develops a hedache and hears the soft tut tut tut of the universe itself.
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>DOWNTIME OPS aren't "turn" or "time" limited - declare general actions to attempt to respond / resolve / interact / do / move about and there'll be some sort of result.
