Tson
"We've installed countless, now nearly obsolete radars everywhere in hopes of actually finding something in this rotting prison cell, just thought I'd check up these heat signatures left by your fighters. Y'know, just a lil' chore, nothing to worry about."
While Hexer was speaking, he slowly begun to glow cyan more intensely with each second. His headgear is arranged perpendicular to the ground now and spins slightly faster. The whole headgear then jumps up, arranges by size with the biggest being lower, and channels a cyan tractor beam-like looking effect. The glow hardens into a proper personal shield. After that, the headgear scatters and falls on the ground before evaporating into cold, shiny metallic grey smoke.
"I'll watch over just in case, this is our planet too, and besides-"
Hexer's transmitter rings.
"Yes? Ah, yes, I've found a rabbit hole here. No, there are no rabbits, you tool! Yes, sure."
Hexer shoots the transmitter with his revolver, scattering bits of it a few meters deep in the walls of the cave.
"Can't even make a proper impression of a strong leader."
Hexer stops glowing and quickly mashes a few buttons on his wrist, beginning to silently hum and FTL-jumps away back into the Citadel along with a massive chunk of the floor, ripped clean off.
A few seconds later, he jumps back with the floor assembled into a neat perfect 1m3 cube. The cube falls on the remaining floor behind him, now he is accompanied by Unit 66, whose armor now sports a filled white hexagon of Rugs of Honor, and small scratches on his massive left shoulder guard indicating every 100 years he served Hexer as a royal guard. He still wields a halberd, refashioned and now projecting a vicious, grizzled-looking blade with spikes here and there. The spikes have 6 sides and are photon-thick on the tip, draining insane amounts of power just by swinging and keeping these 1 photon-thick blades in place relative to the handle. The Glitcher also wears a bunch of reactor cells as a backpack connected to the glaive by thin wires encased by a flexible fractal braiding.
"Next time, please, don't try to babysit me everywhere, if I'm going somewhere, I either know what I'm doing or got struck by a lightning, in that case I will be in the workshop and not in the fields investigating heat signatures."
"Sir, you've lived six million years, led us to prosperity and it would be a shame if you died out of your own pride."
"In this case, I know what I'm doing and the engineers in the bot hospital are NOT on holidays."
"Wise."
U66 shuts up.
Hexer carefully places another shell in his revolver and begins the shield activation process again, with new headgear nearly identical to the first.
"I had no idea that your crown was a plain shield, sir."
"Now you do."
Hexer continues surveillance on the expedition.
Tson
The chest opens easily. Whoever made the trap with the key clearly wasn't bright enough to realize people would come here with weapons. Jameson opens the chest. Inside, there lies a sword with a thick blade. Jameson takes it, CRATE leaves its shield in place and floats near, quickly scanning the sword with a cyan beam.
Unknown sword
Stats:
Calculated 100 dmg per successful strike
Weight of 10kg, may be effectively used by personnel of HC>100, otherwise deals dmg equal to HC on proper strike
Gunblade: sword is heavily unbalanced, leaving user vulnerable for double damage after successful melee strike, can fire for 50 dmg, holds 10x .50 BMG caliber rounds, cannot be reloaded. Heavy: moderate chance of a hit shot only if used by personnel of HC>75, otherwise misses in most cases
Micronic edge: becomes blunt much faster, cannot be sharpened to more than 75% of original dmg value, innately high dmg count
Shapeshifting handle: pointing sword at a living entity or robot morphs the handle into a rifle stock and nullifies HC requirement, but requires a full turn to switch modes from sword to gun
Engraved: targets are more likely to surrender when struck, unique dialogue options if target surrenders
Appr. cost: 2400 MC
Explanation of new value: MC - metal chunks - are the main currency within the Construct. They are not actually measured in chunks, but in g of Construct metal not attached to Construct. Cannot be actually made into armor due to them being commonly sphere-shaped and heavy.
CRATE advises to take the sword and replace the weapon of Steel with it, then sell it at the first merchant encounter due to being impractical when fighting long-range enemies. CRATE's shield dissipates, and the fog has already faded when the party was reading CRATE's note about the sword. Outside, they see the road being turned into grasslands still protected by the barriers, but now with hills and bumps and all sorts of stuff you might expect on plains. The high amount of hills greatly reduces the maximum sight distance. Nothing of interest is seen in the vicinity, except for the earlier stick grenade droid wandering around by the other side of the barrier and watching the shack.
