HAMR Corp. Cybernetics Laboratory and Surgical Units

Tomas was greeted by slender Woman with flame red hair, undeniably attractive but the look upon her face was serious, curt and polite. Tomas noted her cybernetic arm and leg and unlike most who wished for their prosthesis or cybernetic parts to be covered or hidden this Woman wore hers proudly almost as a statement. Tomas shook her hand firmly and then followed her down the stark white twisting corridors with a polite nod and a gesture of an open palm she steered him toward the lab leaving him in the capable hands of two gentleman clad at least for the meantime in similar white lab coats.

Tomas laid down his case upon the nearest surface wiped any residual sweat from his hands upon his trousers and then extended a hand in turn to each man. He nodded politely to both, again in turn.

"Thank you both Gentleman, and I assure you, of what you have heard of my work, your work." He gestured to both men before him. "Is legendary, and to be working with you is an extraordinary honor indeed. I look forward to putting my small field of expertise to good use on.........project U?"

A queried raising in the intonation in his speech and a mild furrowing of the brow searched both men, formally to ascertain he was correct about the project title and secondly in the hope that either or both men could shed some light upon the mysterious project, unless of course they two were in the dark; which he doubted, or possibly were just being plain courteous in waiting the other members of the assembled team.

Tomas watched as the terminal before him hummed to life and up sprang a three dimensional holographic representation of the proposed outcome of project U. Tomas automatically reached for the datapad and began analyzing the suits proposed capabilities. There was a clear outline here of what they wanted to create, but naturally the outcome was just an idea, a proposal, what they needed were the brains and the graft to get to the finished article.

Tomas raised his eyes from the datapad.

"It's an impressive proposal, and naturally you are asking a lot, but it is certainly achievable Gentleman, somehow."

This was his court now, he held a confident smile and strode forward tapping the interface, the holographic suit responding by turning and then with a splaying of his fingers it came apart. Tomas noted that a multitude of these parts didn't exist, some perhaps as of yet couldn't exist, but Tomas could make the impossible a reality, in his world, there were no rules. He grinned a wolfish grin.

"Gentleman how soon can you deliver a hard copy of the existing armour, I want to test it and push it to its maximum capabilities straight away."

Tomas knew, as all Engineers did, yes he had the statistics, but they were but numbers and numbers were but a measure, usually taken from the median, Tomas wanted to see and test the real deal, then he would trim it, hone it and maximize the suits potential, then he could see how far to his goal that brought him. Already he saw how he could improve the flight characteristics, reduce weight and drag but not hamper protection, it seemed the designers had opted for a multitude of power cells, Tomas saw that one could source better cells, more compact cells, extend the suits operational ability. For now it was just a suit, he had to turn suit into weapon, and he would.

Suddenly, the doors opened and in walked a thin, pale woman in the hospitals gown. She was pulling an IV stand beside her. The meds she had been taking made her bald, they were so heavy on her system, but there was three spikes pointing out of her head. Maybe that is the reason she was here. Or maybe the one blue eye, and the one red eye.
Her face was even paler then usual, and filled with holes where piercings should be. Not to mention her ears that looked like a cheesegrater.

Syla had a faint smile on her face. This was the first time she felt strong and heatlyh enough to move outside her room. Twice the nurses had to bind her to the bed as she went through the worst of the abstinence, and she had been projectile vomiting anything she ate. Took weeks, even months for her to get somewhat presentable, and this is what was coming now to the Cyberneticy lab, wearing a pair of bunny-flip-flops.

"Hey, anyone here?"

"Spitballs dude, the list on how you CANT is frack shorter!"

She shook his hand. A weak shake, lot weaker then she actually looked. The woman seemed to be either on heavy meds or just got off heavy meds. Either case, heatlhy was very far from any adjectives one could use on the cyberpunk padawan at her present state. She could still ware a pleasant smile though.

"Last time I had a checkup was about three wars ago, and that in itself was half an emergency. Where shall I start... Ok."

She reached out her right hand and showed Wilhelm the Finger. As she did, five lids popped open on the side of her finger and small holographic projectors lined out the following words:

Kriff You
Kriff You
Kriff You
Kriff You
Kriff You

THe third line was spasming in and out. Same with the cutting laser in her left longfinger. The chainsaw implant on the left hands side was hacking, as if something got it stuck now and then, the right index finger couldnt fully bend, one of her antennas were slightly bent and a miriad other problems she could show just on the fly.

"Had a little close run in with some mandalorians on dressel, not a nice thing to have. Crashed my ship before that. Battle at Camino didnt help neither, god damned wet planets crapped with my ear implants. I am sure I have been hearing the fracking ocean for like a year now. God damnit.
Last crash was the worst. My eye gets clitchy, the comm is unreliable at best and..... fuck man, why dont we just do a full diagnostics?"

She followed him babbling.

"Yeah... Nice! Scanning arms! Dude! Those are tottaly what we needed in the marines! Crap they never listened to me... No budget. Stupid craps, we could have diagnosed people AND machines, saving tons of life and money, but noooo... this is the marine corps! We make due!"

She walked weakly into the third room, pulling her IV stand with her more as something to steady her steps then the need for fluids. Even though she looked like she would drop any minute, she could go ON and god damned ON with her organic vocal unit (mouth).

"Shit, the more time I spend here, the more I see you guys are god damned set fat on high tech man! The amount of nastyness I could provide with just some wires and a blowtorch... oh? RIGHT! Its Syla. Syla Ulfsdottir. Sorry man, I get carried away easily. Erm... dont search in the Cybernetics patient list... its on the... eh... Toxicology. I am on detox."

First time since Wilhelm saw her that she got some colour on her cheeks. Red of shame.

The diagnostics showed exactly what Wilhelm and Syla expected. Major ware and tear with minimal maintenance. The spineal implants were new though, and thank gods, they didnt need any change, just some optimisation. Her hands, ears, antennas and eye were an other story. She needed a new eye, her eye socket needed some tweaking, something in the right thumb started to infect in answer to her new medication, gods know why. The illegal implants the girl had could be a good reson, some of those places that install the stuff are no more then chop-shops. Some poor dude gets smacked on the head one day, and his eyes are found in some crime bosses eye sockets the next.
The antennas needed to be changed too, one was slightly bent, the other was out of commision. Ears needed cleaning, and the neural inplants? Well, maybe those were in the best shape, since they were installed with the newer spinal implants.

All in all, a mess. A rather impressive mess too.

-Syla-
"Fourthy hour workweek, an apartmant that doesnt smell like catpiss, and a dildo that cooks and cleans would also be nice."

She gave him a weak smile and a joke.

-Syla-
"Yeah... all I can say is thanks man. Its kinda good to know I wont rust for the coming years."

She got to her feet and started off for the door. Not because she was leaving yet, but in her condition, she better start soon or she wont get there until lights are out. She started stumbling towards the exit and the hover-chair she had gotten here on. Then... she got an idea.

-Syla-
"Dude... can I... can I ask for a favor or two? I... I need some stuff. Computers, wires... stuff like that. To... piff up my room. I... I have a friend I need to rebuild."