Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151102070609

"Lemme read it." Ingraham put his hand to see what his technomancy could tell him. After a few minutes where he was cross-eyed from all the machinery, he finally got a feel for the main power lines.

"Ok, we need every yellow crystal removed   and   the thick yellow lines cut in that order, unless you like gtting electrocuted. I'll work on the mounts back here while you do that."

Looked like when the fang decided it was too hot for them, they left all thier gear including a plasma cutter that could work through the Nephele's reinforced mounts in good time. All it needed was a power source. Ingraham released a crystal from inside the machine and plugged it into the cutter, pointed it in a safe direction, and started it up.

"About Trigo, the last time we were hanging out I showed him how to get on the roof of the admin building..."

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"huh. So, not much on Dust Chemistry, counter-insurgency, explosives disposal, or the like?" Honara asked, a bit dissapointed in how single minded Beacon sounded at the moment. Ah well, the team had proven to be quite the match for Ibaalin commandos, rouge Flagg robots, and all other manners of nonsense. Besides, nobody said you couldn't do some self-study on your own time.

"If you guys have time, learn a thing or two about hacking. It's a required class for everyone who makes it into the eliminator program. Even dimwits like me can crack a scroll." she shrugged.