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Aine panted, holstering her gun in the under the shoulder holster it came with. The Intar she collected from Weapon's storage was working well. Not needing to charge her own power when into the weapon was different though. The lack of bullets did help, and while it was not a killing weapon. Which really was more options than anything, the event with the blood drinkers proved that the ship was hardly a unified front. So having the choice between putting them down, or putting them down and finishing them with her knife was a blessing. Also Stacy wouldn't give her the other weapons she looked at.

She had spent the past hour testing the weapon, giving targets to fight with. Covering range tests, fire rates, accuracy, and a few test fights against AI opponents provided by Stacy. They were simple gunfights, no reason to remove the safety protocols. If you are hit in a gunfight like that, you're dead, healer or not.

Right now, though, she sniffed the air. She was sweaty and tired, and wanted to at least rinse off. She piled up her jacket, weapons, and holsters in the corner, "Give me a stream, clear water, clean. Afternoon sun, and..." She looked down at herself, now that the plantsuit was with her other items, "Something suitable for the water."

She started washing up, her preference would be to wash normally, sans clothes. However she knew this was both not a private location, and that her age seemed to be an issue with many. So she decided this should be a fair compromise if anyone came in. While she was out of that wretched suit, she might as well check her gemstones. That which let her powers flow freely, moving her fingers methodically from one gem to the next, a faint light escaping them as she checked them.

She looked around the fake world she was in, while her fingers checked the gems on her back. It was a very pretty creation, fake, but pretty. "Give me... flowers," several red blooms appeared on a tree and the grass near the stream. "No... blue flowers." All the flowers turned blue. That was neat to play with, this was quite a place.

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The words 'normal Lives' didn't ring in harmony with the rest of what he said, "So... how do you impress a lifepartner if you cannot share with them or their family your heroic deeds?" It was a bit odd to purposefully leave out your actions from your life story. Your victories and efforts were status in her world, and your combat abilities were generally the most effective means to get a husband or wife. That or being incredible in bed, that has earned a few people a mate without any real glory to their record.

"I see, I mean no disrespect, but shouldn't the person who called you chosen people with... training? This whole system seems drastically disorganized," to call on a Tinkerer without combat ability to fight on the front lines was... odd. If a man or woman had no skill for combat, nor a nature befitting a fight, they were found a position more effective for them. Life might not be nice for the tinkerers and farmers, but they were needed. They would take up arms for their homes, perhaps this was the same?

Aine listened to his explanation, it did not seem that threatening. However, she was guessing at the size of a skyscraper as being large, and had no understanding of mecha. However it did not make any sense in her mind to attack the enemy stronghold unless you knew it would fall to your forces. The opponent seemed just as disorganized as them. However, these thoughts were a bit rude, and so far this had been a very pleasant run-in. So she wasn't going to bring up her thoughts on this, and just nodded as he spoke.

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"The same way any other civilians do, I suppose. By being agreeable, dynamic, or attractive in other ways. Two of my team members were dating each other, but none of us had a steady relationship with a civilian. It was too dangerous, and we didn't often have the time to spare." Not that things were any different now---Billy held too important a position on the ship, relatively menial as it was, to pursue such things. Instead, he chose this moment to pursue that pesky question. Why on earth had he been chosen.

"I often wondered the same thing myself, especially regarding my own selection. My friends were ready to be warriors, but I was not. When I asked, our leader's assistant eventually told me that responsible teenagers were specifically requested, but he wouldn't tell me why. I've since speculated that experienced adults may not have been as willing to make the commitment on such short notice, and I'm not sure I can blame them. The whole situation was somewhat unbelievable." Satisfied with the towel's results, he unfolded the plantsuit and tugged it over his legs.

"So that's my current role. I'm still capable of fighting and I train with new weapons when I can, but most of my time is spent tinkering. And I'm...uh, I believe the word often used is 'decent'," he added awkwardly, sliding the glasses over his nose as the suit sealed itself in the back. That was always weird.