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Dark Fire Lily
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Inside the hoverbus's cargo compartment, there's an incomplete set of Myrmidon armor with spare parts, schematics, and assembly instructions, and an Artilak suit, laying prone so the rear hatch is accessible, which seems to be fine apart from both hands being soaked almost up to the elbow in crusty, foul-smelling tar.
Myrmidon will take months, if not years, to get in working condition, apart from the breath mask which is usable separately (hurrah for modular design), but once that's done I'd know the design inside and out well enough to jump right in to making more. Probably need some unusual ingredients to fabricate those little hexagonal composite-laminate scales, though, if I was working from scratch.
The Artilak works as-is, apart from effectively having boxing gloves on (which would take at least a day per arm to fix, mostly tedious internal cleaning) but it's sixteen feet tall. Most of the surrounding tunnels are only 10' high, and in some cases as little as 12' wide, so there'd be a lot of awkward crawling. I could use the hoverbus to transport it through the underways, and disembark above ground, but that would mean leaving one or the other unattended out in the open, which seems like tempting fate. Maybe I could set up a temporary secure parking space by using the Concrete Path of Earth to pile up a cairn around whichever I'm not using, or something along those lines, but I'd rather find out what I'm up against before committing to such a plan.
The passenger compartment is packed with fresh fruits and vegetables, sacks of grain, rabbits and muskrats and fish and sparrows and other creatures, either field-dressed or in labeled glass specimen jars. Preservation spindle is splayed out on the ceiling, with the essence capacitor, geomantic power adapter, and a tangle of improvised inhibitor vanes, crude filters, and prayer strips dangling from it like a chandelier. The whole mess is in surprisingly good shape, considering what a rush job it was to begin with and how much longer than expected it went without maintenance. Probably could have kept going for another century or three.
I'll need to either dismantle that to get the capacitor out, and charge up the spindle manually from now on (one mote from my pool, or three minutes plugged into the capacitor and adapter with no inhibitor vanes or filters in the way, keeps food fresh and vermin out for 70 hours, internal battery holds 150 such charges) or find some other power supply for the Artilak suit. Operating it with no power core would be possible in short bursts, but expensive in both motes and Hope, which are precious commodities under combat conditions.
Geomantic power adapter needs an hour of simple maintenance every fifty hours of use or it'll get less efficient and eventually stop working. Essence capacitor needs an hour of significantly more complicated maintenance every year, or when relocating to an area with a different geomantic profile (usually meaning several thousand miles of travel or a different plane of existence), or it might explode, minimum safe distance twenty yards. Some of these inhibitor vanes could be repurpossed as mods for the Artilak suit, adding a low-performance, high-efficiency mode - half movement speed, and other limitations, but three times as long between...
I hear something.
Knocking on the door. The wall, rather, bricked-up vehicle bay door. Activating the first step of the Concrete Path of Air (three more motes, reducing my available pool to 24/34) to heighten my hearing and, incidentally, touch, I press an ear against the wall.
Sounds like two bipeds, fighting. One is taller and heavier, wearing hard-soled boots, wielding a chopping sword, occasional mechanical clicks but no audible breath or heartbeat so it's either an automaton, or wearing power armor with auditory stealth. Other one is naked (or nearly so), wielding a stone-tipped spear, also no heartbeat, but some breathing, wounded, two or three claws on the feet... squishing noise when it moves is more like fungal material than meat.
That second thing might be hruggha. Biological weapon, three-stage life cycle. Vaguely anthropomorphic warriors produce spores. Spores can infect open wounds or raw meat, but that's a reproductive dead end; they're meant for infesting, corroding, and demolishing geomantic power stations. Resultant spawning pit produces more warriors. Fire or direct sunlight sterilizes at any stage, so they wouldn't be able to hold the power station at the top of this hill... but they're stupid enough to try anyway. It has automated defenses, but those could be overwhelmed by sufficient weight of numbers. If they get inside - a single drop of blood could be enough - the power station would explode a week later. I'd be able to feel the final collapse coming a few hours before it hit, but that probably wouldn't be enough time to do anything besides flee. This bunker would not be safe at that point.
So, I should probably get involved somehow, soon if not immediately. Unfortunately, I don't have a fully sealed suit, or a flamethrower, or a Healing Orchid symbiote or Rod of Cleansing the Body to help me shake off infections, so wading in to melee is a big risk. Normally I'd go for it, but right now there's a little bit more than just my own life at stake. Closest thing I've got to a proper ranged weapon is that rechargeable cryogenic pulse grenade.
Should I remove a brick, opening a hole to see exactly what's going on out there? Switch heightened senses over to vision, first, at the cost of three more motes? Tie the grenade to a piece of string, chuck it through the hole on a short fuse (it can be set for up to an hour) then pull it back and clean it off somehow? Use the Abstract Path of Water to make myself invisible, or merely supernaturally unobtrusive (the latter would be compatible with peeking through a hole or possibly even walking out in plain sight, but not participating in combat), or leap ahead on that Path to either conceal the hole or disguise the grenade as any other imaginable creature or object, up to the size of a moose? Or leave the wall intact, at least until the fight's over, to minimize risk of contamination?
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