>>5152436>>5152440>>5152453<span class="mu-s">19, 18, 13</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">!!CRITICAL SUCCESS!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">+1 Skill Gained</span></span></span>
Within the Shell you float, your small hand raises to intercept the giant tool. The Phobos mimics the action perfectly, gracefully grasping it with long magnetic digits. You grinned, feeling the light weight, it must have at least weighed somewhere around a ton or two. "Nice one" Waemi whistled across the comms, with her other hand she gestures to the slowly advancing Phobos. "Paint it up and let's get over there." Turning the object over you found grooves that fit the grip of your Phobos, taking it properly you wielded it like a flashlight. A small opaque window popped up in the peripheral of your sight. Focusing on it the window grew, a bar was filling up as the software was quickly assimilated by the machine. R-PHIF tagger Ready. Blinked red text before flickering away, pointing the long remotelike device at the lumbering giant.
Your observers pulsed, a small window slipping open. An overlay that began to highlight markings and readings. The option to link comms instantly switches on. Bridging the gap, you began to head for the phobos. The Tagger fed you more and more information the longer it remained on the target, even quickly mapping out a meshed blueprint scale overlay of the Phobos. Calculating possible firing angles and detecting structural weakness. The joints glowed crimson while the rest was shades of yellow and greens. The core was a pale dot. Looking over the steady sync rate of the Pilot. You decide to check in on them. "Howdy, this is Pilot Mortimer and Pilot Waemi. We're here to assist. Over." You sent over the LO Comms, the senior pilot let out a snort as her more fluid Phobos easily kept pace.
"Howdy Morty. Polite as always. I actually wouldn't mind a little help… Over." The voice came back was familiar, clearly strained by exhaustion. Castilla had beaten Grisha in their little competition. "Copy That, we've got you. Just take your time Pilot." Waemi replied as you got nearer. The tagger overlay highlighted Cas' Observers lenses, the cameras swaying from left to right. Struggling to focus as she dragged her feet trying to walk. "Take the right Morty, if she loses balance don't go down under her. Just keep her stable. Don't push her over onto me either. Got that? Over." You nod then remember she couldn't see you, you felt silly. "I got it… Over" you reply hastily taking up a spot beside the girl.
