>>5670348These were turbulent times. SpecOps was assigned to support the offworlders with the understanding that if preformance was found acceptable it may become the next export template for the bioweapon class, or perhaps even go so far as to become THE new revision and standard. What glory, what awe. Its mission aligned with these individuals as well, the task of tracking down the meat mafia began anew.
>Roll 1d100 to see how this character is configured by the AI.1-30>SpecOps as injected into the TITS sniper, configuring bipedal flesh to it's whims.
31-75> SpecOps was given a mass upgrade, doubling in height.
76-100>SpecOp's weapon was replaced with a portable c-beam. (c-beam is basically a continuous cutting laser.)
>Roll another 1d100 to see how combat goes against some low level thungs. Warm up session.>>5670359troop boots. damaged pistol. kneepad. damaged helmet. Rotary laser. It was something to work with. The worms seemed to know what was going on. The pistol's melted barrel was just cut off turning it into a crude sub nose. Still more range than the worms. The kneepad fit around an elbow, and after clearing out some broken visor bits the helmet fit with enough room to put the hat back on. Hats made people look normal, so this should help. hmm..that laser, yeah. Not sure why it was given to me. us. them? Still, a lot better than not having it.
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SG stepped outside to find some very strange things happening. The local reality seemed to be overlayed with another place. At least that is what the worms seemed to think. In the extreme distance he was able to pick out two little pricks of color that didn't belong with his worm grown eye. Between him though, and where he wanted to be was a lot of terrain and some other figures that did belong to this landsape, but didn't belong on Venus. They were closing in on Fizz and Ignaz.
>roll to see how SG had aided the journey of Fizz and Ignaz. 