<div class="floatright">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/3f32/f/2012/002/5/6/dust_and_smoke_by_shimmering_sword-d4l4dg7.jpg)</div>Name: Darclight<br/>Where: Having to Deal with a Robot Girl<br/>Milestones: Riders on the Storm and Ignorance Cannot Dictate the Course of Men<br/>0 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | 0 Emotional | 6xp<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><hr/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"A moment."</tt>A port opened on the side of the armor, and Darclight slowly withdrew a cable.  It reconfigured itself as it analyzed the end of the one that Auxilia-prime was offering to him, to best connect and share data.  "Khaj, get ready.  The moment we link up, show her."<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">"Of course, sir."</span><br/><br/>Conway steadied himself, preparing for the first entity to be shown the Deathmarks, the war against them, and what would become of their civilization if they succeeded.  Also to do something decidedly not super-heroic.  Hopefully the prime wasn't networked with the others in the area - he hated the idea of having half a dozen Auxilias all swarming him clamoring for their exquisite electric orgasm again.  Then again, if the commander was, then he could just jolt her and get all of them in the process.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"Here you are." </tt>The ends linked together, and the infodump started.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">"Sir?"</span><br/><br/>"What is it, Khaj?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">"Are we sure she's capable of handling the Truth?"<br/></span><br/>"Didn't we talk about this?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">"I did not mean in that sense, sir.  I meant in the physical - is her system capable of managing this data transfer?"<br/></span><br/>"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."<br/><br/>OH SHIT.