Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds

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first_of_steel wrote in trans_9
That Mindy girl's alien burgers had turned out pretty good last night, and Roger will remember them in future, but right now his mind was on something else she told him about. She'd mentioned the Sensoriums could simulate just about any environment he could think of, and since he'd found a map to their location on his omnicomm this morning, he figured he'd put that to the test. He'd seen virtual reality training pods before, although as an MP he never really rated using one, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

... the desert north of the Lost Hills bunker where they'd been taking the younger Initiates for training, apparently. An absolutely perfect replica thereof, even down to the scorpions the size of Corvegas.


Well, no sense wasting a perfectly good blighted hellscape. They'd pulled him here to fight a war, hadn't they? Might as well start practicing for it.

He pulls his helmet over his head, flips the neck latches shut, and reaches over his shoulder for the supersledge he carries. He'll break out the laserguns later. Right now, for all that he's taken his situation pretty well so far, he really, really wants to hit something.

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Zouichi stepped into the Sensoriums, and was greeted by... a desert? He didn't particularly recognize the location, but he did spot another man in the distance. One of the newcomers, perhaps, in which case he should at least stop by and say hello.

He brushed a few grains of sand off of one armored shoulder, then made his way toward Roger.

He was not expecting the scorpion.

The scorpions were a nasty shock when Roger first encountered them, too, but he's had years to get used to the blasted things being around. They're not the most dangerous things in the desert. Bad mojo, sure, but not the most dangerous things in the desert, which is why they're training targets for Initiates.

He's midway through a massive sledge-strike when he spots the new arrival. He'll greet him later- after he's smashed the hammer into the radscorpion's forward end and shattered its carapace properly. Momentum is a harsh mistress.

Zouichi didn't wait for the scorpion to use its tail on him -- he grabbed at one of its forward pincers and snapped it off, as one might pull a brittle twig off a tree branch. Two gravity shells from his sidearm made quick work of its armored shell; he stood there watching Roger as his former assailant hit the sand, politely waiting for the other man to finish.

Okay, that? That, Roger didn't expect. He's seen musculature that could probably pop a radscorpion's forward claw off, but it was on people who were either already dead or howling for someone to give them a mercy kill, and they were nine feet tall and green anyway. When the scorpion gives up the ghost Roger shakes off the business end of his hammer and turns to the new arrival.

"I have no idea how the hell you did that, but damn. Impressive work."

Being greeted by a desert when stepping into the sensoriums was a good thing for Kais. It was just like home. His hooves were perfectly shaped to keep him from sinking in the sand and his tan armor was made to blend into desert environments.

His helmet indicated an energy source nearby so he headed over in that direction, where Roger was. He would at least greet who was here already.

The armor Roger's wearing isn't nearly as advanced, and doesn't have much in the way of sensory data coming through beyond what can be seen and picked up via radio. Kais is likely to get extremely close before Roger notices him coming- especially since Roger's target is snapping its claws furiously and striking in his direction with its tail-stinger, and you don't want to let even a fake giant radscorpion hit you.

That does seem a little dangerous. More than a little dangerous. He pulls his pulse carbine off his back and runs forward in an awkward, loping gait.

Kais refuses to fire just yet as a miss could easily fry Roger. Thankfully, his helmet has a radio too and he speaks up over all frequencies.

"Do you need help??"


The sound had come as a complete surprise; Roger was striking back at the scorpion with a supersledge probably almost as long as he himself was tall. He hadn't expected to hear anything other than crunch. Fortunately, his swing was already underway, and being startled didn't throw off his aim too much.

"Just practicing!" he calls back over the suit radio. As he steps back for another swing he adds, "There's probably another one of these things coming- they hunt in pairs back home. Fair warning!"

Erhart steps into the sensorium-generated desert with his normal mix of barely-contained frustration, and deep interest. He actually removes his helm, a somewhere rare act, and whispers, "Terra..."

He blinks a few times, data-streams from his armor registering the local background radiation.


Roger would wave, or call out a greeting, or something of that sort, but he's got himself a radscorpion to deal with. And a hammer to lay the smackdown on it with. Repeatedly- the larger the radscorpion, the tougher the thing's carapace tends to be. At least the big ones are slow, because God knows their poison just gets worse the larger they are, contrary to the way things used to be...

Well, there are some things you can't change, like the nature of scorpions, and some you can, like whether a particular arachnid is alive or dead. Which Roger is doing a very credible job of changing right now, thanks to that sledge. He'll look up and wave to Erhart just as soon as the thing is a pile of shattered chitin and arthropod innards, though.

"Well fought. I see you learned the uses of the Sensorium swiftly. That is good."

He puts his helmet on as he crosses to Roger, and says, "This reminds me of the wastes of the planet Armageddon. It was a harsh place."

...those were some big scorpions.

Kang eyed them warily, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked for the imagineer of this particular landscape. He'd started carrying a better weapon than his dagger with him at all times after SHODAN, not wanting to be caught off-guard again; he'd been lucky he'd already been close to his home. Most of his injuries had already healed; the edges of the hole in his wing membrane hadn't quite gotten there yet, though.

Ah, there. They looked new, and he debated leaving, not wanting to interrupt someone clearly venting their frustrations.

Roger's been through the bigger ones already, and now he's whaling on a scorpion that's probably about the size of a high school freshman. The kinetic enhancement devices built into the supersledge's business end are great for that kind of thing. A powerful enough swing turns the hammer's momentum into pure nightmare for what's left of the arachnid; the scorpion's parts go flying, and Roger is left standing over the splattered mess, panting a little.

He eventually realizes he's got company, and raises one hand in slightly embarrassed greeting.

Waving back, Kang smiled wryly, "Trust me, I understand. I take it you're one of the new people?" He wasn't fazed at all by bits of dead scorpion everywhere.

Edited at 2012-01-06 06:26 am (UTC)

"Just made it out of the slime pods the other day," Roger answers, nodding. "Interesting place you've got here, sir."

He's pretty sure he saw this fellow in the Omnicom under 'important people you should really know about', so it's best to be polite.

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