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Unfortunately, even Jewels’ tricked-out handheld super-tool’s forensic utilities weren’t able to get much from the binder. There were pages of technical diagrams, schematics, reports: all unrecoverable. The dead man had apparently bled all over them, and after centuries they were little more than smears. There was one section, though, near the middle, where there was enough of a chemical impression remaining on a few laminated pages for fragments of the text to emerge.
When she read it, Jewels almost wished it hadn’t worked.
***
Cytosoft Anthropology (TM) Document-Recovery Chemical Analysis Suite v 3.2.2
Scan Complete
>% of sample reconstructed: 0.002
>All fragments belong to the same document/section within a 0.5% confidence interval.
>% of section reconstructed: 3-5% (EST.)
Content follows
_______________________________
Model: MFS1 “
construction halted b
ose bright idea was it to try to run a combat robot off of a fission pile?
o brittle: S-Titanium may be nearly completely impervious, but
minor deformation
like glass.
mounting it on a gun-boat when what we need is a gladiator. Th
t’s bigger than any mecha anyone has ever built
blow it up without noticing then he’d pick this thing up and break it in half like
therapod body-shape might be worth leaning int
: MFS2-b Garuda heavy-bombardment aircraft/modular support-system fully prototyped, stored pending disassembly. Construction of primary MFS-2 combat-frame halte
agnetic bearings have solved the articulation issue
op-notch: the dermal energy-siphon/plasma-grenade loop in particular is brilliant, and the modular aerial support-vehicle is a stroke of genius
ust not good enough.
Garuda aircraft isn’t anywhere near as well-armored as the main we
fusion-core could overload th
nuclear explosion
the S-Titanium with nanofi
ull tricephalic electrogravitic bombardment the heat-siphon overloads and the nanofibres igni
instant firestorm.
Machine would be totally destroyed
100 meters is acceptable, height-wise, but we do *not* have enough mas
ough the magnetic bearings solve the articulation problem this thing still doesn’t have anywhere near the level of
is unwieldy, and unsuited to existing cockpit techn
er incinerate it or rip its head off with little fanfare - he’d just have to work a bit har
Model: MFS3 “Ki
MFS3 combat-frame
ully Prototyped and onli
perfect
e cloned nuclear-organic muscle-tissue is dur
obscenely powerful
Absolute-Zero
n entirely new class of short-range multiple-warhead deliv
capable of translating a theropod body-shape for a human neurological map,
MKIII MFS
they don’t want it.
e destroyer is coming ba
f course
doomed
Lon-Gigas
reserves
nd with the Crown
our world
no wa
Cytokine
godlike, but it’s not designed fo
Iron Dragon
we have a responsibility
ads this
gone
ight monsters.
f we have to, we can fight you, too.
IRON DRAGON
______________
<End of Reconstruction
***
Jewels shut off the tricorder feed to her goggles and studied the dead man in front of her.
What had he been doing here, on the eve of the end of the world? What was this stuff that he’d been shot in the head for it?
It looked like they were attempting to prototype a new class of combat-mech, and the surveyor strongly suspected she knew the reason why: it had three heads, and had ruined her life. The problem was that what little she could glean of the story from the tiny fragments the binder provided seemed to fall apart at the end, as though the project’s (presumed) success had coincided with some kind of fundamental shift in its nature. The tone was a little inconsistent throughout but that last part in particular, scant though it was, felt less like a technical document or analysis and more like a personal ultimatum to the reader.
Jewels shook her head and grimaced. The ancient documents raised too many questions, and with the answers rooted centuries in the past there was a good chance that even if she did recover the final object of her quest those mysteries would remain unsolved.
“Iron Dragon,” she muttered.
Hamil Shane knew something about this, and in the event that Jewels found something down here he’d wanted her to know he knew.
She had never liked being messed with, and the degree to which she simply didn’t need that shit at this point in her life was truly remarkable. The surveyor could figure out what to do with this information some other time - a task to feed her mental dynamo in a quiet moment, when she needed a distraction and getting angry wasn’t a liability. Right now, though, there was a job already at hand and she needed to stay focused.
As though on cue, Marty stuck his head in the door.
“Everything okay? You got a little quiet there.”
Jewels stood up. “Yeah. There’s a body, but he’s not going anywhere. I found a whole binder full of, like, old technical specs, but they’re completely ruined. I’m going to hang onto it though - I think it’s related to what we’re actually here for.”
She tucked the binder carefully in her backpack, wrapping it sterile bandages from her med-kit, spared one last look for the dead, then strode out of the room. "Let's go help the rest of the crew. We've still got one more floor to go."
When she read it, Jewels almost wished it hadn’t worked.
***
Cytosoft Anthropology (TM) Document-Recovery Chemical Analysis Suite v 3.2.2
Scan Complete
>% of sample reconstructed: 0.002
>All fragments belong to the same document/section within a 0.5% confidence interval.
>% of section reconstructed: 3-5% (EST.)
Content follows
_______________________________
Model: MFS1 “
construction halted b
ose bright idea was it to try to run a combat robot off of a fission pile?
o brittle: S-Titanium may be nearly completely impervious, but
minor deformation
like glass.
mounting it on a gun-boat when what we need is a gladiator. Th
t’s bigger than any mecha anyone has ever built
blow it up without noticing then he’d pick this thing up and break it in half like
therapod body-shape might be worth leaning int
: MFS2-b Garuda heavy-bombardment aircraft/modular support-system fully prototyped, stored pending disassembly. Construction of primary MFS-2 combat-frame halte
agnetic bearings have solved the articulation issue
op-notch: the dermal energy-siphon/plasma-grenade loop in particular is brilliant, and the modular aerial support-vehicle is a stroke of genius
ust not good enough.
Garuda aircraft isn’t anywhere near as well-armored as the main we
fusion-core could overload th
nuclear explosion
the S-Titanium with nanofi
ull tricephalic electrogravitic bombardment the heat-siphon overloads and the nanofibres igni
instant firestorm.
Machine would be totally destroyed
100 meters is acceptable, height-wise, but we do *not* have enough mas
ough the magnetic bearings solve the articulation problem this thing still doesn’t have anywhere near the level of
is unwieldy, and unsuited to existing cockpit techn
er incinerate it or rip its head off with little fanfare - he’d just have to work a bit har
Model: MFS3 “Ki
MFS3 combat-frame
ully Prototyped and onli
perfect
e cloned nuclear-organic muscle-tissue is dur
obscenely powerful
Absolute-Zero
n entirely new class of short-range multiple-warhead deliv
capable of translating a theropod body-shape for a human neurological map,
MKIII MFS
they don’t want it.
e destroyer is coming ba
f course
doomed
Lon-Gigas
reserves
nd with the Crown
our world
no wa
Cytokine
godlike, but it’s not designed fo
Iron Dragon
we have a responsibility
ads this
gone
ight monsters.
f we have to, we can fight you, too.
IRON DRAGON
______________
<End of Reconstruction
***
Jewels shut off the tricorder feed to her goggles and studied the dead man in front of her.
What had he been doing here, on the eve of the end of the world? What was this stuff that he’d been shot in the head for it?
It looked like they were attempting to prototype a new class of combat-mech, and the surveyor strongly suspected she knew the reason why: it had three heads, and had ruined her life. The problem was that what little she could glean of the story from the tiny fragments the binder provided seemed to fall apart at the end, as though the project’s (presumed) success had coincided with some kind of fundamental shift in its nature. The tone was a little inconsistent throughout but that last part in particular, scant though it was, felt less like a technical document or analysis and more like a personal ultimatum to the reader.
Jewels shook her head and grimaced. The ancient documents raised too many questions, and with the answers rooted centuries in the past there was a good chance that even if she did recover the final object of her quest those mysteries would remain unsolved.
“Iron Dragon,” she muttered.
Hamil Shane knew something about this, and in the event that Jewels found something down here he’d wanted her to know he knew.
She had never liked being messed with, and the degree to which she simply didn’t need that shit at this point in her life was truly remarkable. The surveyor could figure out what to do with this information some other time - a task to feed her mental dynamo in a quiet moment, when she needed a distraction and getting angry wasn’t a liability. Right now, though, there was a job already at hand and she needed to stay focused.
As though on cue, Marty stuck his head in the door.
“Everything okay? You got a little quiet there.”
Jewels stood up. “Yeah. There’s a body, but he’s not going anywhere. I found a whole binder full of, like, old technical specs, but they’re completely ruined. I’m going to hang onto it though - I think it’s related to what we’re actually here for.”
She tucked the binder carefully in her backpack, wrapping it sterile bandages from her med-kit, spared one last look for the dead, then strode out of the room. "Let's go help the rest of the crew. We've still got one more floor to go."
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