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Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof.
I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis.

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New chapter, new character. I was getting a little burned out on Harrison, so Jonah should be a bit more fun.

This also has a Discord server, carried over from the last chapter. https://discord.gg/nEMNnAW
Jetpack: START!

A collab with @Rultaos and @iTem

Harrison was working in the kitchen, cleaning up, putting things away, etc., when he heard Stryker broadcast about a meeting in the war room. He finished up and ran up the stairs to score a chair while he could. He managed to nab one and spent the remaining time reading the files he “acquired” from the Arbonne mission. With all the new members and stopping at Helios and fixing the ship, now was as good a time as any to catch up. When Stryker started the meeting, Harrison closed the files but kept the Focus active, though not recording. As the new recruits were introduced properly, he marked their names in his banks. Sadayet Kotaiki, Kotse Wilks, Ryan Rosk, Korb, Mazie, Pax, and Henry. Neat. After the introductions were done, Harrison turned his attention to Stryker laying out the plan, taking notes. When the three men from the Alliance showed up, he thought one thing. They’re going to screw this up. He promptly nicknamed them Morons One and Two and Head Moron (in parenthesis, of course). After the meeting, he went back to the kitchen to do a once-over and make sure everything was definitely put away. Meanwhile, the designs he’d thought up were bouncing around in his head. Let’s see. Most of the crew isn’t very science-y. Koren would probably help, he knows how to do stuff. Benny would probably be good too, he’s good with explosives.

Having made up his mind, Harrison first sought out Koren knocked on his door and presented his idea rather simply. “Hey, I’m gonna build jetpacks in the lab. You should probably come with to make sure nothing explodes and blows a hole in the side of the ship. Coming with?” Not waiting for an answer, he continued down to the lab. The Juz’ had settled to daydreaming after they were shooed off of the war room. So Harrison loudly knocking on his door was more than enough to startle the Juz’ into reality. But since Harrison never bothered to wait for a response, Koren decided to gather his tools and wordlessly follow the man who seemed more than eager to pound and shout at the lab doors.

Benny was about to settle into tinkering with his gear when the lab doors opened and he instinctively pointed the wrist laser mounted on Skelly at the doors. He only slowly lowered it when he saw it was Harrison at the entrance. ”Wot the feck do ye want?” Benny asked. Harry entered and knocked on the wall before speaking, “Hey, I know we don’t know each other super much but I had a crazy idea that I thought you would be perfect for. Waist-mounted jetpacks. Yay or nay?”

Benny looked at the man quizzically, sizing up if they were serious or not. It seemed like they were, and Benny had to let out a loud laugh at the ridiculousness of the sudden request. ”If ye want help dislocatin’ yer pelvis, I could prep a concussion grenade and strap it on yer waist. Would be much faster than the jetpack idea.” He replied sarcastically. The blue-skinned Juz’ that he knew to be Matija’s friend followed Harrison shortly afterward, eliciting a small, almost inaudible groan from the bombsmith.

”So where do we work again and who are we building it for?” Koren asked with his usual flat tone despite his actual mood saying otherwise.

”Ask Mr. Physics 101 dropout over here. Look, if ya two wanna fly then at least come up with somethin’ that won’t kill ya within seconds o’ firin’ up tha’ ignition” He said, standing up to walk closer to them. “Oh, that won’t be much of a problem. I already have some designs and blueprints that I threw together.” At this, Harrison looked at the nearest holo-projector and displayed his plans. They displayed blueprints of the concepts with to-the-third-decimal precision. It’s a simple design: two jets attached to either side of a fuel tank/attachment point with flow lines and regulators to control the amount of fuel being used. There are several things Harrison just couldn’t figure out, though. Mainly, how to have enough fuel in a tank to allow a person to stay up on the side for several seconds without being weighed down (though there were notes about minor antigrav plates being a possibility) and how to refuel the tanks fast enough that one could continue past the first discharge. “But it seemed like you two would be the best fit for this considering that rockets like this are not unlike contained explosions. But if you don’t want to fly across the city at 30-35 miles an hour, be my guest.”

Benny looked at the designs Harrison showed them and inspected the details of the diagram. It made physical sense in terms of functionality, thrust, and the flow of fuel through the small engines. Though the clear flaw in the design was still there. ”You’ll need more than a belt if ya wanna fly with this thing. Getting pulled around by the waist is a great way to break bones with this. You’ll need some kinna’ harness. Plus a bigger fuel pack if ya want the thrusters ta’ do more than be a glorified parachute” he said, running the numbers in his head. Having maintained and driven his own small spacecraft for a while before being pulled into the Revenant, he knew a thing or two about fuel consumption and maintenance. Though it was more of the dirty and improvised kind of engine maintenance as opposed to anything truly reliable.

“I understand the harness, that makes sense. I don’t know how I didn’t think of that. There is a problem with the fuel pack.” Harrison walked up to the projection and scaled the tank’s size up. After sliding it for a second or two, the weight indicator turned red. “The tank reaches a certain size, then it needs antigrav plates to not weigh down the runner. This, in and of itself, is fine. Antigrav plates take a decent amount of power. Although… If the pack was wired into my shield suit, I could power the plates at the cost of, say, half power? Yeah… Yeah, that could work!”

While the two men talked, the Juz’ tried to read the diagrams and inspected everything that he could. He even remotely copied the diagram on his holo-watch without waiting for permission in order to take the thing apart in peace. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he could finally make some headway on improving the design.

“Use Solidified Prometheum. SolProm units are more expensive but it’s lighter and it won’t screw user momentum and orientation, unlike liquid fuel. It’s also easier to make SolProm heating units.” Koren maneuvered past the two men to use the projector. He found it easier to compute on a larger screen with two hands than on his watch. He copied the original design before shoving it to one side and changed the variables on the other. “Retain fuel tank volume… lower fuel weight by 48%... no, 30%,” he mumbled. “...divide these… and… ah!” The Juz’ clicked his tongue as he appreciated his work. He placed the original and his own modified variant side-by-side and glanced at Harrison. “68.923% increase on fuel capacity, and longer air-time at the cost of increased weight. Weight needs more balancing but should be within safety parameters. Refuelling SolProm is easier and I have designs in mind for it. But as Benny said, we need to consider safety protocols. Consider Matija’s suit as harness baseline, if she lets us, an exoskeleton for strain distribution and kinetic dampeners, and your AG as auxiliary thrusters.”

“Holy hell, I knew you were an engineer but, wow. SolProm, I would not have thought of that. The exoskeleton and Matija’s suit should be relatively easy to make. Get some scrap metal, sand, and various schematics and we can fabricate them as soon as we get the materials. I’m gonna go see if we can get that Alliance card that SAL had earlier.” Harrison retrieved his fab-pack and dropped it off at the lab, explaining the way it worked enough that they could use it. He went off to find SAL to convince him to give the card (or steal it, either way). After hearing from the robot that “it’s with the head meatbag,” Harrison went to the cargo bay and checked the manifest on the wall for scrap metal. He found an appropriate crate and strapped on the mag-lev lifters. With great difficulty, he got the scrap crate to play nice with the elevator and door. “So, good news and bad news. Good news, we could work on the exoskeleton and harness now. Bad news, Stryker has the Alliance card. And since he’s in the meeting, we can’t get it from him. So, I think we’re done for right now. They said the targets will be here in a week, right? So, I’m gonna call it for today.”
”Yeah, it's pretty annoying.” Harrison spoke to the new member. ”I hope you like bacon and toast, cause that's what you get. Here you go. I'm Harrison, nice to meet you” As he handed Henry a plate of food, he turned on his Focus to check where everyone was. Grayson and Amy, in their room. Matija and Tibulass in the cockpit. Wait, why are they in the cockpit? Stryker in the hull. Yep, today should be a chill day.
Harrison received a message form SA: to use his Focus to scan the parts and did just that. He willed it on and it did so, the alien tech projecting its trademark hologram reticle. The small ring appeared near his right ear while he asked, "I don't suppose you mind if I look a little closer, do you? Can never be too careful." As he was talking, he leaned in closer and scanned the pieces. Looks good, looks good. Could stand to get some sealant on the pipe, but it'll work. That tank looks like shit, but it's structurally sound so... eh. The wire isn't stripped, valves'll seal. Axles are good, so are the rotors and such. Harry tapped his foot twice. "Tell you what, it's eleven seven fifty and I tell you the biggest problems with your project over there." Harrison gestures over to the dented as hell catalyst.


@Crossfire@iTem
"Of course, I'll get on that. Don't expect too much though." Harrison walked through the hall to the stairwell and slid down the railing. Once he reached the engine room, he looked around for the terminal, found it, and activated his Focus. After sorting through the various files and downloading the one he needed, he looked around for some tools and the leak. Reading the file, he found the problem was that there were multiple leaks, some small, others not so small. He turned on his suit and went to seal the ones he could reach. Harrison worked in a rhythm and started singing shanties under his breath.

If/when Koren showed up to the engine room, Harrison directed him to some leaks. "There's a couple up there that I can't reach without climbing all over the engine. I don't know what you can do, but i figured you might be able to help there. There's also a couple that need to be held together before they can be sealed and that's a two man job."
Current form: Amber Levesque


Amber had just come home after getting off from work. Thankfully, she had an early off and got home around 4 pm. She kicked off her shoes and jumped on the bed. After taking a 3 hour nap, she saw that it was 7 and opened up her laptop. She booted up Goggle Silver and passed the time until her favorite show came on by watching some Crispyrail. Before she knew it, it was 10 and she turned on her TV. The channel was tuned to Mystery Channel from a couple of days ago when she had been binge watching some random show. She tuned it to Geek and Sundry and waited for her favorite show to come on. Just as it was starting, it was interrupted by some signal. ”Ah, come on! What the hell!” She lunged for her phone and managed to get a shaky video of the event. Amber looked over the video and noticed a string of numbers. She ran them through an a1z26 decrypter and left as soon as she figured out what the riddle meant.

Current form: Dr. Wattz

Amber drove up to near the wind farm and parked it. She got out, popped open the trunk, and grabbed her pipe and shotgun attachment. She slammed the truck shut and started walking toward the wind farm. ”This had better be fuckin’ worth interrupting my Critical Role…” As she approached the gate, she looked around. There was a sign that read, “Danger! High voltage!” and after inspection, it was, in fact, high voltage. Amber just climbed it anyway. ”Aight, I’m here! What the fuck was so important that you needed to hack the tv channels?”
Aiden Blazerunner


Aiden shakes his head to clear it and realizes that what he did was not helping his case. "I'm, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Well actually, I do but, that doesn't mean that it was okay. Again, I'm sorry." He bows, then tries to hurry outside before people start to gossip about him. He moves through the door after calling out, "I'll go deal with the magician. Again, sorry." He pulls his hood up and calls on his magic to warm him up, because rain is cold, man. He shouts at Pyro, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" "I did nothing.""You totally did, though. I don't know how, but you caused that.""Sure. And pigs fly.""Save it."
Aiden Blazerunner


Aiden was a tiny bit miffed Mort hadn’t accepted his handshake, but quickly dismissed it in favor of diplomacy. ”That sounds like a good idea.” He turned toward their strange host and introduced himself a bit cockily. ”I am Aiden Blazerunner. Pyromancer, desert wanderer, and the man for a job. Anything you need,” he paused while summoning a fireball, his tattoos lighting up while doing so. He rolled it along his arm, along his shoulders, and caught it in his other hand. He threw it at the mage before stopping it with his arm outstretched. He curled his fingers and re-caught the ball of unbridled heat. He channeled back into pure mana and felt the warmth travel up his arm as the magic flowed back into his reservoir. ”I can do. Now, while I appreciate a roof over my head and a purpose to fulfil, I’m going to cut to the chase. You clearly have something in mind for us, so. What is it?”
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