<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6yF5Gu.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Drop</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052519#msg12052519)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Back In Action</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Antimony, Router</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Ego Stress</strong></td><td>1( ) 2( ) 3( ) 4( )</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Exosuit Stress</strong></td><td>1(X) 2( ) 3(X) 4( )</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Morph Stress</strong></td><td>1( ) 2( ) 3( )</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Mild Consequence (2)  </strong></td><td>Bullet Lodged In Neck Joint</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><br/>At the mention of a Muse, Jane winced inside her suit. Jane never trusted Muses. Leaving the coordination of lives up to robots was how Humanity fell in the first place. Her suit was devoid of any such companion, and any such suite that could interface with them had been deleted.<br/><br/>Apparently, that made Jane some kind of weirdo.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>Sorry. Got distracted for a moment.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Antimony: My equipment cannot interface with a Muse. Most of it is hardwired for situations similar to our current predicament. However, if load it into a Jabber and tell it to walk me through the process; I'll see what I can do.<br/><hr/><br/>Drop put the TITAN canister in the Black Case that had been supplied, then took it and Prisoner outside. She keot a careful eye on them until both were safely in the Van. After they were secure, Drop passed security over to Hachi and listened to the damned Muse's information and begrudgingly complied, setting the Van to detonate.<br/><br/>On her way back, Drop noticed Antimony working on the Van. The veteran couldn't help but feel a twinge of approval in her breast. While she didn't like what Antimony was, Drop couldn't deny how the pod was in a pinch. She was glad that Antimony was one of the few who had stuck around the whole mission.<strong>"Again, good work Antimony. The faster we get this away from the city, the better."</strong><br/><br/>Instead of mounting the Van like last time, Drop sat in the back of the Van. Normally this would be difficult, but the drive had fit Neo-Gorillas easily, who were about the Exosuit's height, all things considered. Able to take a proper rest for the first time tonight, Drop neglected her armor and instead focused on the Canister. It was so strange how the end of a civilization could be assured with such a small device. While they had time, Drop briefly removed the canister from it's carrying case in order to assay it. Using her past dealing with the TITAN threat, Jane tried to identify the canister was TITAN in origin. She was going out of her way to avoid jeopardizing the canister's seal in any way, shape or form.<br/><br/>If the group was able to get a suitable distance from the New Shanghai without molestation, and if Jane found that the artifact was indeed TITAN tech, she would prepare for the worst.<strong>"I'm informing 'Mother' of our current status."</strong>Drop said from the back seat.<strong>"Keep driving, and if you hear the loud, characteristic whistling noise of a tactical nuke... just close your eyes."</strong>With a feeling of dread, Drop opened up her Ecto and began typing her Router an update. As much as she didn't want to, this was for the good of Humanity. The longer she put this off, the worse things would be.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>Purple.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>That is not a typo. To confirm: There is a high chance that the color of the artwork is purple.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>The artwork seems to be a small canister containing a nano-swarm of a [you know what] origin. Apparently, it has been safely contained for purchase by the seller.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Currently, the Art has been reclaimed. Until further notice, we are working under the assumption that it is secure.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>All contacts at the site of the deal have been captured or nixed. We've brought the cortical stacks of the dead along with us and cleansed the area with a large explosion.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>We have commandeered a second vehicle and are driving through the wastelands. Our intent is to get as far away from New Shanghai as possible, so you -and I mean you- can figure out how to deal with this masterpiece without having to worry about the lives of 37 million people.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Apologies for the frankness, but I am smart enough to know when my Cell is in way over their head.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Forklift went dead silent after the artwork was appraised; couldn't deal with what a purple artwork can entail. Anima and Puppeteer dropped off our radar in the Cartel fight. For all intents and purposes, we are currently three sentinels strong, carrying what appears to literally be Ragnarok in the back of a stolen van.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Please advise.<br/><hr/>