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It's one of the facts of life-grass is green, the sky is blue, and your average mainframe is inherently pretty boring. Which would be why Tex's hologram has popped up to keep an eye on the obs deck. It's a major hub, after all, and she's found it's the best spot to ~~aggravate people~~ people-watch from.

Until she actually finds somebody interesting enough to watch, though, she's just going to stand there, her posture screaming grumpiness.

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Motoko's been there for a few hours now, Tex, staring out the window with the air of a Zen Monk, or a plastic showcase-dummy. She's still struggling to find it in her to trust any of the engineers and Brainiac 5 has dropped their communique, so her left arm is still missing below the elbow.

Damned unreliable...nevermind.

So, she's there, and ignoring you, Tex, watching the stars streak by as if they have all the answers in the universe, with a raggedly abbreviated plantsuit sleeve and dangling wires. What the hell does she care if people can figure out she's a cyborg just by looking at her? Move on, civilians, the Major doesn't have time for you. And now she's looking at you, when did that happen?

But then she's turned away again. There just wasn't anything to say.

"You should probably get that looked at. It looks like it's a pain in the ass."

Tex has picked up on that she was looked at, and decides to take the opportunity to comment before Motoko can completely go back into zen mode again.

"I'd say I'm kinda surprised they went for somebody with wiring, but considering the usual zombie IQ..."

"It is," Her tone as unyeilding as stone. She could explain why she hasn't yet, but she probably won't volunteer to, favoring instead the option of ignoring the handicap. There are people who'll expect to be coddled when crippled, and then there's men who, when faced with the loss of a leg, will shrug and say that they meant to lose some weight.

"I was outside the ship during that incident," Which was something she was a little annoyed about. Rotted Zombie teeth against skin that could turn a knife? It would have been a cakewalk, "It overheated under pressure and the joint blew out."

"So much for getting the other half back, then," Tex says with a nod. "They should be able to find something to replace it, anyway."

She's silent for a few moments before asking, "So. Got a bet on when the next disaster will be?"

"No."

And it was the truth, for once, "Hurry up and wait's just a part of the job. My guess is we won't know we're screwed until thirty seconds beforehand."

The 'just like always' went unspoken, but griping about whatever they were meant to so about the whatever it was in Escherville wasn't productive or interesting, "The replacement is in engineering. I'm still scoping for a suitable technician."

That gets another nod and a slight tilt of her head. "Doing interviews? I'd suggest somebody if I knew who was good, but..." She shrugs. "I haven't had a reason to talk to any of them."

"The whole shell is worthless," Almost a sigh at that. Almost, except that the Major doesn't sigh, "I need to swap out into a new prosthetic body."

She hesitated, sarcastically, as if that weren't clear enough. The Major was a bitch ordinarily, but when she was feeling vulnerable only poured it on a little more, "I'm spying on them, actually. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little picky about who I let handle my brain."

Tex just made a snerk of amusement. "Honestly? I can't blame you. When it comes to crappy robot bodies, I'm a little more familiar than I'd like to be. So who looks like the best one so far?"

The Major considered Tex for a long, long moment, evaluating her worth, her honesty, and her very immortal soul. Red eyes have a way of turning every gaze a little murderous, even when they're not meant to.

"The most skilled seem to be Jack Spicer and Brainiac 5," she decided. No uncontrollable damage in bouncing ideas off a fellow professional, "But I wouldn't trust Spicer for ten minutes alone with a paperclip, and Brainiac 5 hasn't been responding to my communications."

Her reason for not just simply opening invitations to those with technological skill went without saying. Even one person knowing the time and place when you'd be as vulnerable as an unborn babe were too many.

"Keep bugging Brainiac 5, maybe. Or keep an eye out for him and try to catch him so you talk about it. ...If you can find him. The obvious guess is engineering, but it's a big ship."

"He's been acting strange since losing his counterpart. I'm not interested in being the victim of an emotional outburst," She snapped. 5 was the kind of person who wouldn't deal well with being thwarted. If she'd been at home, she'd have gotten Ishikawa to do it, or had Batou hack one of the nimble-fingered androids for the job.

There was no home, anymore.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Tex had been here longer.

"Fine," Tex grumbled back at the snap, crossing her arms. "I'm not really interested in hearing one, either.

The question got a shrug. "Not really. My last body's gone, so it's not like I've needed help with repairs. Go down to engineering and see if there's anybody you missed spying on, maybe."

"Damn," She muttered, but it was too mechanical to have any vinegar in it. She wouldn't be apologizing for her attitude, either. Motoko turned back to the window at a deliberate pace. There was nothing to say.

It's come to Chris' attention that has been a little moody since the funeral and more than a little annoyed. He came up to the Obs deck to think about what he's doing and what he should be doing. He pulls out his Advent Deck off to the side, staring at it.

"Solitaire?" Tex asks, her tone dry as she glances over. It looks like some sort of card deck based off what she can see, anyway. "Or is somebody gonna hold a poker match?"

Chris wasn't nearly as jumpy as some people are, so as he turned his focus toward the new voice he couldn't help but get a strange 'been there, done that' feeling. The person was clad in steel-grey armor, much like Grif except it wasn't orange. She didn't seem overly hostile, and she saw the Advent Deck anyway. No sense trying to hide it.

"Not exactly. It's a little more complicated than that. I'm Chris by the way."

"Tex." She continues peering towards the deck with idle curiosity. "Complicated how? I've heard of more than a couple card games. Try me."

Chris thought about mentioning the fact that Tex's armor is very similar to Master Chief's and Grif's, but put them out of his mind for now.

"These cards turn me into an armored superhero. And no. I only wish I was making this up."

Tex considers this for a moment. "Considering all the crap I saw back home and here? It's not that hard to believe. Were you bitten by a radioactive card deck?"

Chris chuckled a little bit. "Not exactly. I was given this to help save two worlds. Here. I'll show you." Holding the Advent Deck high, maroon-colored electricity flowed through him as a silver metallic belt formed around him. "Kamen Rider!"

The Deck was then inserted into the belt as he transformed into Kamen Rider Sting, a warrior with a stingray motif.

"Good luck saving them now," Tex mutters to herself. Yes, someone's still rather edgy from the whole announcement.

She watches the transformation in silence, then says, "I get the rider part. What's 'Kamen' supposed to mean?"

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