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Tomias stepped to the side, away from the human, before stopping to study her. He watched as she chose a headset and placed it upon her head. Perhaps he should follow suite and attatch his one to his head. But what if these devices were actually built to read their minds and monitor them. You could never be too careful, but... The girl seemed to trust these people... Perhaps he should too.

Hesitantly, he lifted the headset and carefully placed it on his head and clipped it in place. It was then accompanied by a wince at a sharp pain by his ear. It soon dissapated though, along with the wince. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad afterall.

Inwardly Snap winced at the brightness and the grainyness of the displayed image. Chiding himself for not thinking of it before having his vision assaulted, he reached up and adjusted the controls for the display.

Looking around the room Snap could not help but give and inward chuckle.
Everyone looked like characters out of some anchient B grade holovid series.

Snap quickly stifled any flickering outward signs of his reactions. He was here to survive and learn first and foremost. He was in the aurumvorouxes den after all.

He got the feeling that they would soon be thrown to the winds to test their metle and force the group into some semblence of cohesion.

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Thrudd

Looking around the room Snap could not help but give and inward chuckle.
Everyone looked like characters out of some anchient B grade holovid series.

Heheheh, I know, I know >.<

Thrudd

He got the feeling that they would soon be thrown to the winds to test their mettle and force the group into some semblence of cohesion.

I take it that is a hint, right? */




Caleb rubbed his top lip with the side of one finger. It was a very cute gesture, even though he clearly didn't mean to be in "cute mode".

"You have about an hour before we throw you into the deep end with your first assignment. I suggest heading down to the training halls on levels 19 to 23 -- (get the lift to 19, you can move to the right floor once you are inside) -- to cheick your own gear, and to collect and familiarise yourselves with anything else you might need.

"Your task is not terribly arduous: you will be retrieving a colleague, James McCarthy, best known as 'Ferret', from a lower-level gang, 'the Tribe of the Black Hand'.

"Due to internal turmoil, the gang has essentially locked down its base, and none can enter or leave it. This is not a major issue, as the lower level gang members have an acute lack of resources, and are generally under-nourished. In essence, all you are doing is giving him a lift back up here.

"If you have no further questions, feel free to do whatever you like," he finished with a smile.

"The worst case would be that they have two or three outdated, underpowered blasters between them. Enough to cause dangerously bad burns, and loss of co-ordination, but certainly not able to kill you directly. Other than that, some of them will have knives, and, of course, they have decaying building materials to improvise with. "

Tomias watched the two converse, an ear flicking to the side briefly. Of course he overheard the conversation, it wasn't as if they were trying to hide it, and even if they were he would have heard it anyway - his ears highly sensitive, hence his dislike to the bone-vibration headpiece.

"Wh-what does... McCarthy... Wh-what does he look like..?" Tomias hesitantly asked, his stutter quite usual in face-to face conversations as opposed to over comm sets and video display. He was quite the good operater and radio-talker.

Arien got a distinct picture in her mind of the gang members. Scrawny, desperate, shameful scraps of people. This thought left a p***k on the back of her neck, a sensastion similar to getting a needle injection.

She ran her fingers through her short hair, her cheeks puffed out slightly in dissatisfaction. "Well, what now then...?"

Hewitt nodded in reply to the given descriptions of both McCarthy and the members of this 'Tribe of the Black Hand.' His gaze flicked back and forth between the several speaking people as the conversation continued, wearing a slightly bored expression with the lower lip pushed out.

He was eager to get started; although new experiences were always interesting, all they had really been doing thus far had been talking. And he hadn't even been able to explore the network. Hmph. A small hand reached up to adjust the position of the headset on his ears. They had been well made, but he could tell that the point of contact with his nose would eventually begin to chafe.

"If no one wants to ask any more questions, ought we to go see about getting whatever it is we need to get ready before we have to leave?" He looked up at Caleb as if to ask permission.

Tomias almost jumped forward at the chance to get away from forced conversation, his hooves rapping against the floor as he eagerly trotted towards the lift. He felt much safer with his equipment and so wanted to retrieve it as soon as possible. Perhaps he could get in a few shots with his large weapon that he had made. He had never really had the chance to see what it could do - he had only finished making it and fixing its properties when these people all but pulled him to this tower place.

He had only had enough time to turn of the main computer in what was his old home and gather up his stuff. Talk about them being impatient. He liked most things to be perfect. And they couldn't be perfect if he was hurried. He just hoped that no one had exploded his main computer at home. Not that it was any use to anyone, he had taken all of its components with him when he had ended up here.

Right. The lift. Thankfully it wasn't stairs. Tomias had always had a problem going up and down stairs due to his four long legs - he especially had problems going down them. He could mostly jump up stairs. He could jump very far. He liked jumping. His mother had once said that he should have been a deer-centaur. Then he would probably be jumping even more. It would also explain for his skittish behaviour if he had the body of a deer. Although if he had a deer body he wouldn't have been strong enough to carry all of his equipment.

Sturdy legs, although quite fine for brilliant turns of speed. Good for running away and jumping logs. Not that there were any logs around these parts. He could also kick a relatively sturdy door through, it was just the splinters he wouldn't like. That and it would hurt the heels of his dainty hooves. In what was his home planet, he didn't know what was left of it now, there were lots of trees. And a few swamps too. He liked it there. Although, there weren't many electronics there. It was more a mechanical place once the foresters moved in. They had deforested a large proportion of the planet before turning the land into farms.