Laira Darkhold
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I had a rough time out on the Outer Rim, wind and thermal radiation scrambled my sensors. I couldn’t see further than a hundred meters as some points, and the view came back fuzzy. The advanced scanners Benji had put in the helmet hadn’t been worth crap as they couldn’t show me folks behind a good thick blast door. He kept saying he would need time and money to get something going on it, so I got him some money and as much time as he needed. Still he was sitting in his workshop messing with it, getting nowhere.
“Hey Benji, what do you think, man. Is there anything you can do about this or what? Do we gotta outsource it?” I grumble from my comfortable chair. The static had given me blind spots and I got lit up because of them, bruises and welts still aching days later, so I was probably a little harsher than I should have been.
“It’s not as easy as ask and you shall receive. I have to miniaturize several things in order to fit them into the helmet. If they don’t make it in, the problems you are having may not be solved like you want them to be.” He said without looking up from his data pad. I had been in a bad mood since I got back, and made him pause on his ideas to fix this problem, so he wasn’t in the best of moods either.
“Hey Benji, what do you think, man. Is there anything you can do about this or what? Do we gotta outsource it?” I grumble from my comfortable chair. The static had given me blind spots and I got lit up because of them, bruises and welts still aching days later, so I was probably a little harsher than I should have been.
“It’s not as easy as ask and you shall receive. I have to miniaturize several things in order to fit them into the helmet. If they don’t make it in, the problems you are having may not be solved like you want them to be.” He said without looking up from his data pad. I had been in a bad mood since I got back, and made him pause on his ideas to fix this problem, so he wasn’t in the best of moods either.