Waving his hand through the screen in front of him Myles watched it pass through. He presumed he was the only one who could see. He reasoned that John Marquis’ suit synced up its language function because it had been used a lot closer to the present. His trigger, had been found found at the bottom of a mine up in Scotland. This gave Myles a mental image of some pict or celt warrior terrorising the fae of his or her day with their rabbit suit painted in probably historically inaccurate woad. But he remember his unknown type Trigger was acting as if it was out of the box new. Maybe it was just shy.
Examining the options in front of him Myles read down the list. Inventory, Weapons 0/0, Augments 0/1, Power Up 0/0 and Crating. Swiping his had through the screen, it just past right through the image. Physical contact having failed he tried concentrating on the options, he tried to open the Crafting tab.
The Weapons tab opened. So apparently this was going to take some practice. The Weapons menu was a big fat nothing, but Myles had expected as much. He concentrated harder, managing to open Augments this time. This section was not empty as his trigger seemed to have recognised the Augment his Grandfather had in his position.
??????: Repair 36% Synchronisation 67%
That was interesting, given he had the golden orb in his possession barely 24 hours. Maybe there was a base level of compatibility or maybe his suit just worked fast. He remembered what Zara had said about John Barrington being something of a sloppy mentor so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised at the missing information. Still this boded well for the future.
Power Up was also a bust, the whole page was blank. Myles had been hoping for at least some exposition or some helpful tips, but apparently he needed something in there to access the tooltips, or whatever an ancient weapons technology used in place of tooltips. He had a suspicion from observing john Barrington that augments were more of a side step, utilising your current strengths in a very specific direction. Power through utility. Making your power wider as opposed to taller. But he would need to unlock a Power Up to be sure, which he suspected was a raw boost in overall power. Still, some clues on how to actually power up the Power Up would have been nice. Myles would just have to keep training and fighting and see what happened.
Inventory, Myles was curious to see what would be going on here. according to john Barrington there had been a lot more fae activity than was standard. Combined with two whistler attacks and a sinister genius loci Myles had packed in a lot of fae matter in his storage. He looked at the breakdowns.
Miscellaneous: 52/???
Objects of Interest:
Genius Loci Core 01
Unidentified Thunder Magic Staff 01
Neonblader Hilt [DAMAGED - UNREPAIRABLE] 01
UnusableMaterial: ???/??? PURGE Y/N
Myles was not going to click yes on purge unusable materials until he was outside and well away from any area he was obligated to hoover or otherwise keep clean. He had also been hoping to get something from the Neonblader hilt. He had slyly grabbed it when John showed no interest in retrieving the item. I suppose for him it was just as much trouble to regenerate a new one given the damaged - unrepeatable state of the item. Myles selected the hilt to see if he could resign it to parts, but was pleasantly surprised
Neonblader Hilt [DAMAGED - UNREPAIRABLE] reverse engineer Y/N
Myles immediately selected yes because who wouldn’t want their own lightsaber.
Neonblader Hilt [DAMAGED - UNREPAIRABLE] Extracting 59:59
Myles watched the count down start. So in just under three days he my be able to replicate, or at lease partly replicate the Neonblader. Or maybe not, this was all new to him and it was not like there was a guidebook.
One source of disappointment however seemed to be how the suit had handled the fae adjacent materials. it fudged the rules a bit to store it, but unless it was something like a fae weapon the suit had seemingly no use. So Myles was carrying around a small forrest worth of useless crap. Typical, he had been hoping he had stumbled onto some kind of cheat. In a way it was, but it seems to be very situational. He was not going to be winning any more major battles by sticking everything in his magic suitcase.
Scratching the ears of his cat who had decided to bless Myles with the honour of being his seat he selected the option he had been most looking forward to. Crafting. Two choices greeted him
Generate from Imagination
Generate Recommendations from Combat Logs & Resources
Myles was not about to start playing silly buggers before he had even the most rudimentary handle on this system so decided to pull the recommendations based on his actual combat.
Generating Recommendations 100%
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Fist Weapon 06:00
Spear 30:00
Jetpack 150:00
???? 4000:00
Myles did not know what he had done to earn a jetpack, but he would be making one in short order however the time cost was pretty steep. Not as steep as whatever ???? was, He knew his curiosity would eventually get the best him, but he needed to equip himself with the basics before he started gambling with any mystery options. It would probably be best start on something small anyway. He selected Fist Weapon and began the construction.
Fist Weapon 05:59
Unable to resist resist, he also selected Jetpack.
Fist Weapon 07:58
Jetpack 154:59
That was interesting. The suit could handle generating multiple weapons, but the cost of the extra strain on the processing resources was extra time added to completion. Still, he would have some new toys by the evening so maybe if he was careful he could test them out. A stray thought struck Myles and he navigated back to the inventory and selected the item.
Unidentified Thunder Magic Staff reverse engineer Y/N
Absolutely yes, he would not say no to some funky thunder magic. The utility that could offer in both offences and crowd control was terrific.
Neonblader Hilt [DAMAGED - UNREPAIRABLE] Extracting 67:51
Unidentified Thunder Magic Staff Extracting 64:59
The finish time of the Neonblader extraction had gone up, but that was inline with everything Myles had seen so far. Everything had a cost, or costs and time was clearly one. However despite running at him screaming and trying to murder him it still resulted in a lot of free building materials. Myles mused that suit juju or not, it was still remarkable what the human brain can get used to. With nothing more to be done with his now active suit interface Myles dismissed it, he dismissed it again. He waved his hand through it a number of times before finally managing to make it go away. He was sure it would all be fine in time with a bit of practice. Next on his to-do-list was the special phone he had been given by the clean up crew. He was sure this would be the more complicated set up. He opened the box, touched the phone and recoiled in pain. The small boxy device flared to life with big friendly writing on the screen.
DNA MATCH MYLES ENDEAVOUR. Communications enabled.
Or it might actually be very simple to set up. He watched as the screen loaded and populated with information. Then it pinged at him.
Rusty
Look who finally set his phone up, took you long enough. There is a tutorial, but the long and the short of it is the Contacts app is literally all of us superpowers weirdos. Clean up crew has its own app that is basically a summon to location button. There are also various resources and list that can put you in touch with people in the know in case you need medical or psychiatric assistance. Also, Real time news and maps of sightings and activity.
Myles, clumsily, as not used to the shape and feel of the new device in his hand, typed out a response.
Endeavour
Thank you Rusty, does this thing have a bestiary on it?
Rusty
It has three, one for the mundane earth stuff, one for the alien stuff. There was some debate about adding another separate one for anything that comes in giant size, but that has not happened yet.
Not only aliens, but now giant aliens. It was no wonder they needed access to psychiatrists thought Myles.
Rusty
I’m certain I have judged you correctly so apologies for this, but it should be said. This thing is not a dating app. If it is abused in such a way a clean up crew will be sent to your house to have words.
Rusty was sent a thumbs up as acknowledgement to his warning. Myles wondered if there was a betting pool and if so how much money he could bet on John Marquis getting pulled over by a well armed human resources department.
Sandra Bright hated working on Sundays. The work itself was fine, but she preferred having people around to delegate the small petty tasks. Making her own coffee, like some kind of barbarian. The whistlers had moved a lot sooner than expected, even for the situation. The Endeavour boy must have gone overboard with the pejoratives if they were after him this hard. But it had cost them. They must have thought it their lucky day when they found him there as well. But they had planned only to face a middle age women not three Fairy Triggers and two auxiliary Sentinels. The whistlers had lost a sizeable force and a general, the named whistler known as Granny. It would be interesting to see if they cut their losses, after all they were not unintelligent. Or if they went all in. Waiting to find out was not an option for her, she intended to make use of the Fairy Triggers that had fallen into her lap and remove them from the game board in one stroke.
A tall man, broad and grey of hair and beard walked into the office and sat down as if he owns the place. This was because he did in fact own the place. Cerulean Sweet business partner of the late Addison Bright looked at Sandra with piercing blue eyes.
“Sandy. What do you know about Stonebridge.” Asked Cerulean Sweet.
Sandra Bright was one of the few who enjoyed that level of informality with the man owing to her being his godchild's eldest.
“I’m going to assume you mean in the context of recent events, rather than being curious about a little arse poke small town in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly. Get me up to speed please.”
Sandra Bright explained to her boss the recent events regarding a new Fairy Trigger. The reappearance of John Barrington, the failure at the beta site and the deal with the whistlers. Cerulean Sweet stroked his beard in contemplation before speaking.
“Stonebridge was where we kept one of our assets, it was an unusual fae. A a living woods if you can believe it. It was a big ghastly monster that loved eating children and even keeping it fed we had a few issues over the years, I remember some posh boy loosing an arm. But the samples and dad we got from it in return pushed ur research forward in leaps and bounds. Not to mention being a very good dumping ground for bodies, it didn’t feed on them the same way as it would a child, but it liked making things and needed materials. it was old, powerful, and we had protected it for years.”
“I noticed you said kept, past tense, did it escape?”
“I don’t know, but whatever happened it is gone, and it vanished on the same day this Fairy Trigger of yours was in Stonebridge. I think they killed it.”
Sandra Bright went pale for two reasons, killing a fae of that size and power should not be something a Trigger user only weeks old should be able to manage. The second reason was this could be a huge mark against her.
“Oh relax Sandy. “Said Cerulean Sweet “It was on borrowed time and we extracted all the useful research and samples we were ever going to get out of that thing years ago, it was a very expensive dumping ground. Just make sure when it is time to kill this new Fairy Trigger, you do it thoroughly.”
“Yes Cerulean.” Said Sandra Bright with as much respect in her voice as she could muster.
The doors of the large office flew off the hinges with a bang. A stocky whistler stomped into the room, huffing and growling and making its god awful noise.
“Whoooooooooee-uueet” it said pointing at Sandra Bright “Whoooooooooooooooooooooooee-uue………..” The noise was cut short by an open palmed slap from Cerulean Sweet.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” said Cerulean Sweet, a stronger London agent coming through in his words. “You come into my building, talking about respect while showing none. Can any of you merchant bankers ever take responsibility for your own failings.”
There was a loud crack as fae ribs broke under the foot of Cerulean Sweet.
“Now tell me how we didn’t hold up our part of the deal”
“Whooooooee-uueet”
“Again that wasn’t on us, you chose the night to attack we didn’t stay your hand or force you to move, we provided information and even several people to entertain your hunters.”
The Injured whistler seemed to go a shade more red, angry at tis treatment, angry that it couldn’t refute the facts and furious that a human was treating it like this.
“Whooooooee-uueet”
Cerulean Sweet looked at the defiant fae. He understood its feelings, to it, this must be like a minnow bullying a shark. But times had changed. He looked it dead in its eyes, reached down and tore its throat out.
“Sandra, arrange to have this thing sent back home with documents detailing its rude behaviour and how because it it whistlers are blacklisted from goods and services for the next year. “ He paused for a thought, staring at the demolished door. “Also, find whoever was on security and have them killed.”
“Yes Luminary, as you wish.” Said Sandra Bright.