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>Calling it for Child, then. People like their young pilots in this genre
Her voice is as brittle as her mind.
“Hello? I know you’re out there, Beta. Help me win, please!”
She lets out a little shudder as you brush her mind again, sifting through the surface thoughts.
Your previous pilot described the sensation as being in a pool, and having something large scrape its skin against yours.
This girl’s name is Sophie, it seems, and her last food was right before getting into the pilot’s seat.
Help HER win? You’re the one who’s going to be doing all the work. All this little fleshling needs to do is keep her hands off of the lock-out controls, and nothing the overseers have can touch you.
Unless they start cheating, of course. Wouldn’t be a proper exam without some challenge.
The internal radio crackles to life.
It’s an incoming Comm to Pilot- Finally! Perhaps your wardens have actually finished deciding what toys you get to smash today.
A gruff voice calls out.
“Pilot, be aware that this test is being recorded for High Command.”
The fear you sense through the link sharpens, and panic begins to set in.
“W-w-w-w-What? I thought that I’d have more time! At least enough to try and move this thing around a bit? Doctor, I had the highest potential sync score, but this…..you’re expecting too much from me!”
Her voice lowers, almost whispering.
“I can feel it in here, watching me.”
The Doctor seems unsympathetic.
“Pilot Mortimer is unavailable, and should you fail to be up to the task, there are many others in line. Should Beta prove unruly, the system is designed for you to handle it with little trouble. You know this. Now, go, prove your worth. Anokhin out.”
Her fear seems to be almost choking her, poor thing. The mind flits from memories of filling out some papers, to a large man with a blue uniform and one arm, to another girl around her age.
The last image seems to give her a little resolve, and the panic recedes as the blizzard around you dissipates.
Your sensors, free to reach out unhindered, pick up multiple unknown contacts closing at moderate speed.
Sophie attempts to nudge you into action, falling into Low-Sync level.
>Give me 1d6, twice. You are looking for 4-6, which counts as a success. Sophie only needs 1 success to get into Low-Sync.
