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Jun 17, 2016 19:44:24 GMT
Post by neo on Jun 17, 2016 19:44:24 GMT
She made operable drones, usually, which are machines of war in the typical sense, but she rarely made weapons, siege or otherwise. Neo knew that an ideal fight for her was one where she was as far away from the fighting as possible. The only weapons she had a habit of building were strapped onto robots.
That didn't mean she couldn't build something else though.
She waited at the Reservoir, deep beneath the basin in the all-purpose villainous hideout. She was early, and other shady sorts had come and gone in her presence. She didn't mind them. What happened in Reservoir stayed in Reservoir.
She'd set up shop along the wall, and she'd spoken briefly to a few people that'd noticed her about what it'd take for her to build them one of those fine contraptions she had around her. She said to ask again in a few weeks, and it'd probably be the cost of parts.
The fine contraptions were free-standing turrets, automated machine guns equipped with software to identify friend and foe. She was particularly proud of the software that should (weird coding aside) be compatible with near any cyborg to direct the turret's fire with thought alone.
The cyborg woman that'd nearly killed her seemed the trustworthy sort. She hoped her friend would show up. If not, she didn't know what she'd do with these things.
wildfire
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