Re: Episode 5: Taps
Taela double checked the weapons that she had requested earlier, just running a quick diagnostic to make sure that all was functioning. With a sigh, she spoke on the comms, "Unit 5 is ready."
After this, she reflected on the conversation she and Marc had.
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Ignoring Shinji, the Neko replied, "The SAoY will probably force me to switch to a Yamataian body after the contract is up. After all, Nekovalkryja aren't exactly allowed out of the military or native Yamataian planets." With a note of reassurance, she added, "So long as I don't do anything outright illegal, I'll be alive after the contract."
Mark shuddered at the thought of switching bodies. He knew that it as what the Yamataians did, and had known for years. But the idea still seemed somehow wrong to him.
"Can't they just, ya know, deactivate all the dangerous stuff and let you keep your body?" he asked, tracing his hand protectively along the tattoos and piercings on his face, "So you don't lose any changes you might have made?"
He also thought of the scars on his chest, but refrained from tracing them, in an effort not to look strange.
"And what do they do with the old bodies, huh? They don't throw them away, do they? How would you know you weren't just a copy wandering around while the real you was still trapped in that body undergoing some kind of shit?"
While he was asking, Mark produced his DataJockey and started jotting notes once again. A little voice in his head told him he was repeating bad habits, so he made an extra little note on the side about power settings being on the left, just so he could feel justified writing. He pondered ahead of himself: "And how did Origin arrange to get ahold of you, I wonder... Must've been some kind of fancy trade agreement. Must've been real fancy. Must've been."
"I respect the concern, but that's not something to worry about. I suppose one could say that Yamatians aren't quite so attached to their bodies as much as, say, Neplesians are. Most likely due to the cybernetic brains and hemosynthetic blood. I could be very wrong in my thinking, however." She explained, her ears twitching as she watched Yoshiko and that Freespacer painting the Oban. "Changes can be made to match the switcher's preferences, or so I have come to understand. My guess on the old bodies is that they recycle the parts. It's all just synthetics, really."
That ungodly shade of pink would certainly interfere with her efforts to focus on the mission the Neko told herself. Best to hope that they stick out of my line of sight.
"Built to suit." was all Mark could manage under his new level of concentration. With his notes completed, he returned to the controls and adjusted the power levels some more himself. "Too much power would fry the transmitter, but too little might actually make my little modification pointless. I'm gonna give it a little boost... there."
"I think that oughta do it." Mark stated, mostly for himself. Once his delicate operations were finished he took stock of his surroundings again. This time he talked to Taela again, "I see them out there puttin' disguises on our platforms. This thing ain't gonna be pink-lookin' like that one is it? Cuz, pink don't go with my eyes, if you catch my drift."
"I'm thinking the same thing," The Neko replied. "Any way you can block out pink from the displays? Wait, nevermind. As long as we can just ignore it, we'll survive. If you're done here, I suppose we can leave this Frame until the designated time to pilot.
Taela double checked the weapons that she had requested earlier, just running a quick diagnostic to make sure that all was functioning. With a sigh, she spoke on the comms, "Unit 5 is ready."
After this, she reflected on the conversation she and Marc had.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ignoring Shinji, the Neko replied, "The SAoY will probably force me to switch to a Yamataian body after the contract is up. After all, Nekovalkryja aren't exactly allowed out of the military or native Yamataian planets." With a note of reassurance, she added, "So long as I don't do anything outright illegal, I'll be alive after the contract."
Mark shuddered at the thought of switching bodies. He knew that it as what the Yamataians did, and had known for years. But the idea still seemed somehow wrong to him.
"Can't they just, ya know, deactivate all the dangerous stuff and let you keep your body?" he asked, tracing his hand protectively along the tattoos and piercings on his face, "So you don't lose any changes you might have made?"
He also thought of the scars on his chest, but refrained from tracing them, in an effort not to look strange.
"And what do they do with the old bodies, huh? They don't throw them away, do they? How would you know you weren't just a copy wandering around while the real you was still trapped in that body undergoing some kind of shit?"
While he was asking, Mark produced his DataJockey and started jotting notes once again. A little voice in his head told him he was repeating bad habits, so he made an extra little note on the side about power settings being on the left, just so he could feel justified writing. He pondered ahead of himself: "And how did Origin arrange to get ahold of you, I wonder... Must've been some kind of fancy trade agreement. Must've been real fancy. Must've been."
"I respect the concern, but that's not something to worry about. I suppose one could say that Yamatians aren't quite so attached to their bodies as much as, say, Neplesians are. Most likely due to the cybernetic brains and hemosynthetic blood. I could be very wrong in my thinking, however." She explained, her ears twitching as she watched Yoshiko and that Freespacer painting the Oban. "Changes can be made to match the switcher's preferences, or so I have come to understand. My guess on the old bodies is that they recycle the parts. It's all just synthetics, really."
That ungodly shade of pink would certainly interfere with her efforts to focus on the mission the Neko told herself. Best to hope that they stick out of my line of sight.
"Built to suit." was all Mark could manage under his new level of concentration. With his notes completed, he returned to the controls and adjusted the power levels some more himself. "Too much power would fry the transmitter, but too little might actually make my little modification pointless. I'm gonna give it a little boost... there."
"I think that oughta do it." Mark stated, mostly for himself. Once his delicate operations were finished he took stock of his surroundings again. This time he talked to Taela again, "I see them out there puttin' disguises on our platforms. This thing ain't gonna be pink-lookin' like that one is it? Cuz, pink don't go with my eyes, if you catch my drift."
"I'm thinking the same thing," The Neko replied. "Any way you can block out pink from the displays? Wait, nevermind. As long as we can just ignore it, we'll survive. If you're done here, I suppose we can leave this Frame until the designated time to pilot.