[open] Here's-a-sword-for-the-Rat, here's-a-sword- for-the Mole

[futureisclear]

If they were going to rebel (well, no longer a matter of if; a matter of when), Ildraniath knew that they were going to need more firepower than the average crew member tended to carry on their person. She, of course, had no need of further firepower. Her armor and her mind would serve her well enough. For many of the others, of course, they would need something more. Which was why she was paying a visit to the armory. In theory, Stacy might give her away. However, following that interesting performance at the punishment meeting, Ildraniath had reason to believe that Stacy wasn't about to give the crew away.

A gamble, of course, but Ildraniath was willing to risk it. So, the Eldar was perusing the armory. She tapped a button on her omnicomm and called up a blank document. She was going to need a list. And people to cart it all off later, but for now:

"Stacy. A list of all available small-arms and protable heavy weapons. Powered armor. Ammunition counts. And their effectiveness against heavily armored opponents."

|| Acknowledged, Ildraniath. ||

She bent over the control panel as the lists began to scroll past.

If she was going to do this, she was going to do it properly.

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[17thangel]

Maria noticed the tension on the ship, there was that meeting that she was told to go to, but really was far too busy with maintaining her robot to worry about, then the fact that everyone was so upset after it. Something about torture, which meant things were probably going to get messy soon. Taking this into consideration she decided to see what was laying about in the armory, while not trained in weaponry really, that didn't mean there wasn't something to limit ether use or recover energy laying about.

"Wonder if they have any AERODS in here. Or some Omegasol."

Peering at the other person in the armory, she bows a bit and continues looking about.

[futureisclear]

"I have no idea what either of those are," Ildraniath spoke up as she continued to flip through the inventory. This was going to be an all day project by the looks of it.

"Stacy might be able to tell you."

[17thangel]

"One is a weapon system that is attached to a gear, the other is a nanopaste that is used to recover expended ether in a hurry without sleep or rest. I have the feeling something big is up and... I don't entirely trust Stacy. Not if she's torturing crew members."

[futureisclear]

"If she wanted to, she could most likely rewrite your memories and make you believe you were someone else entirely. You don't have much of a choice," Ildraniath pointed out without looking up from her console.

"The sooner you realize this and come to terms with it the better. You may not trust her, but you do have to acknowledge how much control she has over this ship."

[17thangel]

"I realize that. I realize that completely. That's why I'm also trying to do what I can on my own. It may seem like a petty victory but if I can compile a list of parts and things without asking for help, at least I may be just that much further off the radar. That and I really just want to get through whatever is going on long enough for proper revenge on those Ohm things. I'm not entirely sure how sympathetic the ship is to that."

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath made a sound somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a noise of amusement before she finally looked up, one brow arched. She managed to give the impression that she was staring down her nose at the newcomer. Her tone might have added to it.

"The ship can tear data from your mind at will. Asking or not asking for help won't stop it from getting that information if it wants it. Further - the ship is supposed to fight the Ohm. It's what we're meant to do. Questioning its motives in that regard seems... foolish."

[17thangel]

Maria is used to being patronized and looked down on, firstly she's just a kid, secondly she's short, so either

"Trust doesn't come easily where I come from, and from what I can tell the ship is more concerned with torturing its crew. I haven't heard of a single sorte for anything else."

[futureisclear]

"I don't care if you trust me or the ship or anyone else. But you do have to work with us to a certain extent, so come to terms with the situation," Ildraniath turned back to the console scrolled through another entry with a slight shake of her head.

"The ship didn't torture the crew. The daligig wanted her to, but she refused. Now - I cannot help you find your equipment. It's not what I'm here for nor would I want to even I were. Either find it yourself or get over your own insecurities and ask the ship."

[17thangel]

"Really, I just nodded hello. I figured I'd be doing this all day on my own. Truth be told its something to do to keep my mind off the tedium and tension."

She looks back over the inventory inside of her and adjusts her goggles with a grunt of frustration.

[futureisclear]

"Then do so," Ildraniath replied.

She had work to do, after all.